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Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War by minervacat (R)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Bob/Frank/Gerard
Length: 3,430 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minervacat
Author Website: Band RPS & Bandslash fic tag
Why this must be read:
There are a lot of things the band doesn't talk about. Bob thinks he's getting a handle on them all.
This is one of the best Bob centric stories from when he'd just started as the MCR drummer. It's got a fabulous Bob voice, great characterisations, and a wonderful atmosphere. The way it manages to balance the uncertainty and worry with a quiet hope for the future is beautiful and captivating.
Excerpt from the story:
Nobody else was talking about anything at all, so Bob just said, "Yeah, we're a bus," and they got ready to get on the road to wherever it was they were going in a huge roar of engines and everything no one was saying.
The fact that Gerard sober was almost scarier than Gerard drinking, for one thing.
The fact that nobody was talking about the fact that they weren't talking about anything.
It was the middle of the night, after a show and Bob could hardly even remember where they were, much less where they were going - playing took more out of him than mixing ever had, and he'd had a hard enough time keeping track of cities when he was just mixing. But nobody in this band slept when they were supposed to, and lately it had been worse because Gerard couldn't or wouldn't sleep, and somebody was always up all night with him. They didn't talk about that, either, just somebody was tapped to curl up on the other end of the couch from Gee and read comics or fiddle with a guitar while Gee's hands shook and he drew tiny, cramped, scary scenes of gore and guts and what looked, to Bob (though he'd never claim to be an art critic), like scenes of epic failure.
Among the things that nobody else was saying was that Gee somehow thought he'd failed, and it seemed to Bob like success could only be getting sober and cleaning the mess of Otter and drinking and drugs and Bert and whatever-the-hell else.
Frank came back and climbed straight into Bob's lap on the couch, and Bob let him. They were all pretty wobbly with exhaustion, trying to tour while they put everything back together, and Frank was pretty demanding of affection at all times, but even more so now, even more so after every time he picked Gerard back up. The buses weren't moving yet, though, and Mikey was actually swaying on his feet where he stood, and the only thing Bob knew how to say was, "Hey, Toro, take Mikey over to the other bus, okay?" They had two buses, but given the way they were watching Gerard like a hawk, more often than not nobody but the techs and Schechter slept on the other one, and some nights not even Schechter bothered.
He did not say, 'Frank and I will watch Gee tonight.' He did not say, 'Everyone stop worrying, please, please, please, it'll be okay.' Bob thought he was doing pretty well in the My Chemical Romance all-the-things-we're-not-talking-about sweepstakes.
Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War or here
Pairing: Bob/Frank/Gerard
Length: 3,430 words
Author on LJ:
minervacatAuthor Website: Band RPS & Bandslash fic tag
Why this must be read:
There are a lot of things the band doesn't talk about. Bob thinks he's getting a handle on them all.
This is one of the best Bob centric stories from when he'd just started as the MCR drummer. It's got a fabulous Bob voice, great characterisations, and a wonderful atmosphere. The way it manages to balance the uncertainty and worry with a quiet hope for the future is beautiful and captivating.
Excerpt from the story:
Nobody else was talking about anything at all, so Bob just said, "Yeah, we're a bus," and they got ready to get on the road to wherever it was they were going in a huge roar of engines and everything no one was saying.
The fact that Gerard sober was almost scarier than Gerard drinking, for one thing.
The fact that nobody was talking about the fact that they weren't talking about anything.
It was the middle of the night, after a show and Bob could hardly even remember where they were, much less where they were going - playing took more out of him than mixing ever had, and he'd had a hard enough time keeping track of cities when he was just mixing. But nobody in this band slept when they were supposed to, and lately it had been worse because Gerard couldn't or wouldn't sleep, and somebody was always up all night with him. They didn't talk about that, either, just somebody was tapped to curl up on the other end of the couch from Gee and read comics or fiddle with a guitar while Gee's hands shook and he drew tiny, cramped, scary scenes of gore and guts and what looked, to Bob (though he'd never claim to be an art critic), like scenes of epic failure.
Among the things that nobody else was saying was that Gee somehow thought he'd failed, and it seemed to Bob like success could only be getting sober and cleaning the mess of Otter and drinking and drugs and Bert and whatever-the-hell else.
Frank came back and climbed straight into Bob's lap on the couch, and Bob let him. They were all pretty wobbly with exhaustion, trying to tour while they put everything back together, and Frank was pretty demanding of affection at all times, but even more so now, even more so after every time he picked Gerard back up. The buses weren't moving yet, though, and Mikey was actually swaying on his feet where he stood, and the only thing Bob knew how to say was, "Hey, Toro, take Mikey over to the other bus, okay?" They had two buses, but given the way they were watching Gerard like a hawk, more often than not nobody but the techs and Schechter slept on the other one, and some nights not even Schechter bothered.
He did not say, 'Frank and I will watch Gee tonight.' He did not say, 'Everyone stop worrying, please, please, please, it'll be okay.' Bob thought he was doing pretty well in the My Chemical Romance all-the-things-we're-not-talking-about sweepstakes.
Ever Notice How Drinking's Like War or here