Contrition

Writer + Artist Mostly Frerard/MCR related :3 * this is a side blog I can’t follow back

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AUTHORS NOTE ✍️

Hi! My name is Adrian (26; she/her), but I’m imisslaika on Ao3 and halfmoonparty on Wattpad. I started writing fanfiction a little over ten years ago and wrote basically only frerard and kellic. I’m a bit of a serial starter and not finisher, but I did manage to finish 2 kellics right before I basically stopped writing fanfiction and eventually, stopped writing all together after I finished college.

Then, a few months ago, one of my dear friends invited me to an MCR concert next year and I was very much not interested. But then she brought up frerard I think in passing, I was like, hey, maybe I should read one of my old frerard fanfictions. So I did (it was unfinished) but I basically stayed up all night and read it. And I know this sounds super vain, but I was like wow this is good and wow I miss this world so much.

So I decided to finish one of my frerards that I started writing 10 years ago—when I was 16. And I fucking finished it in like, 2 months. I was writing and posting chapters like, every 3 days…it was crazy.

So now I find myself here: starting another new frerard because I simply could not stay away. Here is the description, and I’m trying to update every 3 days or so but sometimes sooner, depending on the length of the chapter. Here is the premise:

It followed Frank in the night like a screaming ghost -that distant, dreadful thing - but he can't quite remember what it was, only that it happened sometime last year, during the fall of '03.

However, when Frank arrives for his freshman year at St. John's College in Maryland, he can no longer ignore it. Whatever he forgot is still with him, pestering, eating away at his conscience.

In the sleepless hours between classes, Frank confides in an anonymous keypal known only as d3adsy, whose messages feel uncannily attuned to his fears.

What Frank doesn't know is that d3adsy is Gerard: his preppy, uptight, transcendentalist-obsessed dormmate.

Together, the two embark on a journey to recover memory, tragedy, and contrition online and in the real world, slipping into a bit of folie a deux along the way.

You can find this story on Wattpad or Ao3 :)

All criticism—good or bad—is encouraged as I am just a girl, at the end of the day. Very happy to be back in this community after such a long break, it feels like I’m home 🖤 — Adrian

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TEOJA CHAPTER 14

He wants to tell him that he's pretty, if there was like, a way to say it without sounding weird and gay.

Maybe it is weird and gay though, and that's just the way it fucking is.

He does a little metaphorical shrug and says it anyway, "You're pretty."

Gerard scrunches his nose up and grins with all teeth. His cheeks are flushed pink all the way up to his ears.

He tucks his hair out of his face and whispers, "So are you. Always thought that, actually."

Frank shakes his head, "Nah. Not like you—I'm serious."

Gerard takes Frank's face in his hands and kisses him really slowly again, just like the other night. His mouth does taste minty like toothpaste, plus the usual bitterness from the smoke. It makes Frank think of sucking on peppermints behind the Rec Center after a cig—desperately trying to cover up the smell before dad showed up to take him back home.

Gerard breaks away from the kiss for a second and says, sort of into Frank's mouth, "So am I. Seriously."

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TEJOA CHAPTER 13

Later that evening, after dinner, Frank follows Gerard into the showers with a box of cherry KoolAid and a cup of hot tea.

He makes a disappointed face at Gerard when he shows up in a fucking swimsuit, and Gerard shoves him at his shoulder and rolls his eyes and threatens to walk out if Frank gets fully naked.

So okay, compromises, he thinks. Then Gerard mixes the powder in the mug of hot tea and pats the red paste down onto the bleached sides of Frank's hair.

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“Man, I wish I would have known you in high school.”

Pencey Prep Frankie x Bullets Gee 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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In the spirit of being in Annapolis on vacation rn, here’s some Contrition art for ya!

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Gerard snaps his head up but doesn't flinch away. Then Frank says, in a totally unnecessary whisper, "It's fine."

Gerard gives him a confused look, "What's fine?"

"I dunno—whatever's going on in your head right now. We can talk about it after. Just, fuck—just let me kiss you, fucker," Frank says, pawing at his side with the other hand. He's probably being a total dick about this but he can almost see Gerard falling down the overthinking mind-vortex, so somebody's gotta grab him by the shirt and yank him back out.

He moves his hand up and then yanks Gerard by the collar of his shirt literally. Self-actualization—he thinks. Or maybe it's more like 'if you can dream it, you can do it!' or whatever.

He does a metaphorical eye roll at himself before pressing his mouth to Gerard's.

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THE ELITE OF JUST ALRIGHT CHAPTER 12 !

Gerard taps the edge of his boot against Frank's shoe, "Hey."

"What," Frank spits.

It comes out a little snippier than he intended but Gerard doesn't seem to notice. He leans in and whispers, "Wanna come to the car? After."

Is that even a fucking question? Frank thinks. But yeah—it is. There's no spur of the moment running off together here, obviously. He glances up at the one guard standing with his hands on his hips at the start of the trail. He's got one of those douchy looking wireless earpieces in his left ear. And a buzz cut. He totally looks like a secret service agent except like, for Christ. Or maybe it's Kell's detail. He suddenly gets this weird mental image of Gerard singing Happy Birthday Mr. President like all Marilyn Monroe style—with the dress and everything.

Frank screws his eyes shut and coughs loudly to hide the choppy, uncontrollable laughter stuck at the back of his throat. The dude who was talking before about like—well whatever the fuck he was talking about—kind of stops and waits for Frank to shut the fuck up before continuing on.

Frank wipes the corners of his eyes and purses his lips closed. He almost forgets the whole prospect of sneaking off to the abandoned hobo car to do awesome sex-things until Gerard clears his throat and kicks his boot hard into the side of Frank's ankle.

"Ow, fucker!" He whisper-yells kind of loudly. Nobody notices, though.

Gerard ducks his head lower to glare at him. He's looking totally pissed, "Um, hello?"

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Just realized I never posted this TEOJA kiss — working on the next chapter now!!

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More The Elite of Just Alright art :) happy pride 🌈

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So here’s 10k words of TEOJA for you..

Chapter 10 & Chapter 11 of The Elite of Just Alright :3 happy pride everyone!!

"Oh, fuck!"

Gerard pushes Frank off of his chest and holds him out shoulder-length, sort of stabilizing him on the slippery wet tile, "Careful there."

Frank glances back at the guard and he's staring off to the side, somewhere else.

He turns back to Gerard and his eyes immediately land on the little droplets of water rolling down his chest. He's totally soaked and looking a little flushed himself, but he just smiles politely and says, "I heard you were sick all day. You look fine to me, though."

Frank's starting to feel hot all over and then woah, he's only got a towel on and so does Gerard.

He screws his face up and lets out a shaky laugh, "Uh, no. I mean yeah. I was sick but now I'm good—I mean I feel fine. Food poisoning I guess."

Gerard narrows his eyes at him, "Huh—except we all eat the same thing, remember? Maybe you just had a bad batch?"

Frank narrows his eyes back at him but he's still trying desperately not to think about the fucking dream and the towels and the water running down his chest—holy fuck. So it loses its edge pretty much immediately, "Yeah, maybe."

Gerard takes one long, slow look at him up and down. Then he glances over Frank's shoulder for a second before stepping past him, dragging a light, quick finger across the small of his back as he says, really fucking quiet:

"Get well soon, then."

[mxlmoon]

I've been thinking about basements lately

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fem revenge frank iero bc im a lesbian obsessed with frank iero and i can do what i want 🦅

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I need her

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“Don’t you think you look so pretty, Frankie?”

Happy feral Friday!

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THE ELITE OF JUST ALRIGHT CHAPTER 9 — this is a good one yall

Gerard chuckles under his breath, "What, scared?"

The nervousness slips into anger pretty much immediately after that. Gerard smirks at him too which is probably a part of the whole Jedi-fucking-mind trick thing he's got locked down.

Frank considers leaving him there just like he'd done yesterday—all breathless and what the fuck—but he decides the pettiness is not worth losing out on the potential almost-moment. So he grits his teeth and forces himself to get in on the other side of the car, "Fuck no."

Gerard smirks to himself and slams the door shut, "That's what I thought."

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The Elite of Just Alright Chapter 8 :):

He feels itchy again—like being cooked alive over a campfire except worse. Worse because Gerard's pressing the side of his boot up against Frank's sneaker and actually being really subtle and nonchalant about it. Well, not subtle to Frank because holy fuck his mind is racing. But subtle to everyone else 'cause they're in the back of the classroom and nobody's gonna look at their fucking feet anyway.

Though, after a few seconds Frank sort snaps back to barely functioning and starts to feel more of the anger from before burning up again. He wants to kick him back hard like take that! for being such a hot-cold asshole about everything. It's been almost two days and nothing but weirdness and avoidance and more nothing. And that's pretty fucking lame because he's supposed to be the one to—

—uh...

Fuck.

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Gerard's voice message at 4 am

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This made me feel things

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smallest person in the world

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I’m crying