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Imitating Yesterday by Turps33 (PG-13)
Fandom: BANDOM (MCR)
Pairing: Frank Iero/Mikeyway, past Frank/Jamia
Length: 6,938 words
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turps33
Author Website: Her Masterlist at LJ / DW / AO3
Warnings: Description of past deaths of main characters, mention of gory scenes, as this is set in the afterlife the main characters are dead.
Why this must be read: The next few recs will be all about non-Frank/Gerard fics. MCR is, like all Bandom bands, highly pairable, so I want to showcase other popular couples.
The Afterlife is both a familiar place and a prison for Frank. He's got a home, some of his dogs and all of eternity to do as he pleases. At the same time, he's cut off from everyone else on the Other Side and the constant rain outside his house strengthens his apathy to look past the windows. Things would've continued like so for him had it not been for the match-making that the Afterlife's dating service did on his behalf.
Mikeyway shows up, all bony angles and dry-humour, and Frank's world flips over as his self-imposed boundaries are pushed.
There's a bittersweet tang amid the banter between Frank and Mikeyway. But we also get hope soothing even the most tortured soul. This is a story that offers a great mix of laughter and heart-clenching.
I have to admit that deathfics are a definite squick of mine so I waffled on whether or not to read this one.
As mentioned in the warnings, the majority of the characters are dead, but, please, don't let that keep you way from reading it. Between Frank and Mikeyway not!dating (even though they actually are), their conversations (which go from funny to morbid to tender and back again) and the love both Mikeyway and Frank have for those they've left behind in the world of the living, "Imitating Yesterday" is the deathfic you didn't know you wanted to read.
An excerpt
Not today, though. Frank pushes a stack of books aside and unearths his laptop. The lid is smeared with something, maybe peanut butter and the cord has chew marks close to one end. Frank plugs it in and takes a sip of coffee, waiting for his laptop to load.
It does, and as always Frank’s breathing through a lump in his throat. It’s the inevitable reaction when he sees his wallpaper: Jamia’s smile, the way she’s caught in a laugh. Frank swallows hard. He misses her. The ache dulled with time but never fully erased.
Blindly, Frank clicks until he brings up a browser. It’s set for the news page and vision blurred, he reads about the new rules for the community garden and how numbers for the last week are at an all time high. It’s important information but Frank takes none of it in, just keeps clicking links, the words meaningless shapes.
He stops clicking when he lands on some page that loads along with embedded music. Coffee slops over Frank’s hand as he attempts to shut off the sound of harps -- Frank hates harps, their horrible plinking sound and their stupid gilded frames. He especially hates harps that won’t turn off, no matter what he clicks.
Eventually Frank slams down the lid of his laptop and pushes it aside. The news can wait.
Imitating Yesterday: LJ version and AO3 version
Remember: leaving feedback for a writer whose story you've enjoyed is awesome.
Pairing: Frank Iero/Mikeyway, past Frank/Jamia
Length: 6,938 words
Author on LJ:
turps33Author Website: Her Masterlist at LJ / DW / AO3
Warnings: Description of past deaths of main characters, mention of gory scenes, as this is set in the afterlife the main characters are dead.
Why this must be read: The next few recs will be all about non-Frank/Gerard fics. MCR is, like all Bandom bands, highly pairable, so I want to showcase other popular couples.
The Afterlife is both a familiar place and a prison for Frank. He's got a home, some of his dogs and all of eternity to do as he pleases. At the same time, he's cut off from everyone else on the Other Side and the constant rain outside his house strengthens his apathy to look past the windows. Things would've continued like so for him had it not been for the match-making that the Afterlife's dating service did on his behalf.
Mikeyway shows up, all bony angles and dry-humour, and Frank's world flips over as his self-imposed boundaries are pushed.
There's a bittersweet tang amid the banter between Frank and Mikeyway. But we also get hope soothing even the most tortured soul. This is a story that offers a great mix of laughter and heart-clenching.
I have to admit that deathfics are a definite squick of mine so I waffled on whether or not to read this one.
As mentioned in the warnings, the majority of the characters are dead, but, please, don't let that keep you way from reading it. Between Frank and Mikeyway not!dating (even though they actually are), their conversations (which go from funny to morbid to tender and back again) and the love both Mikeyway and Frank have for those they've left behind in the world of the living, "Imitating Yesterday" is the deathfic you didn't know you wanted to read.
An excerpt
Not today, though. Frank pushes a stack of books aside and unearths his laptop. The lid is smeared with something, maybe peanut butter and the cord has chew marks close to one end. Frank plugs it in and takes a sip of coffee, waiting for his laptop to load.
It does, and as always Frank’s breathing through a lump in his throat. It’s the inevitable reaction when he sees his wallpaper: Jamia’s smile, the way she’s caught in a laugh. Frank swallows hard. He misses her. The ache dulled with time but never fully erased.
Blindly, Frank clicks until he brings up a browser. It’s set for the news page and vision blurred, he reads about the new rules for the community garden and how numbers for the last week are at an all time high. It’s important information but Frank takes none of it in, just keeps clicking links, the words meaningless shapes.
He stops clicking when he lands on some page that loads along with embedded music. Coffee slops over Frank’s hand as he attempts to shut off the sound of harps -- Frank hates harps, their horrible plinking sound and their stupid gilded frames. He especially hates harps that won’t turn off, no matter what he clicks.
Eventually Frank slams down the lid of his laptop and pushes it aside. The news can wait.
Imitating Yesterday: LJ version and AO3 version
Remember: leaving feedback for a writer whose story you've enjoyed is awesome.
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Many ♥ for you, T.