In a world where everyone has a special ability, a "power", young Dan Howell is alone in having nothing to show for it. He now constantly, obsessively searches for something, anything, that could mean he was different, day after day. But maybe all it takes is a certain Super showing an interest in him to make him truly feel like he doesn't need a power to make him special.

frank iero: well known punk fuckboy. insert gerard way, a gay boy with a basement habitat, with slight chub and a big obsession with dungeons and dragons. "There, in all it's glory, was a kik username taped onto the urinal. frnkiero."

From a complete strangers view, Frank Iero would seem like any other normal shy 22 year old with an extremely bad immune system. Those were probably the reasons why he always wore scarves and never talked. The few people who knew him, knew he could talk, but just labeled him under selective mute. Because he never talked. Because he chose not to talk. Because he was afraid? - "Hi welcome to my café! What can I get for you?" "Just a black coffee please." Was answered by a raspy yet shy voice. And that's how Gerard found himself interested in the quiet and cute boy infront of him. Cover credit to @tragician_child

If you aren't Frank, stop reading.

The misadventures of a confused Gerard and the boy he'S TOTALLY NOT IN LOVE WITH ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ ꙰ AN attempt at humour, but filled with that juicy angst, pining and self depreciation ~!!

When Quinn discovers a boy watching his friend group play basketball, his mind becomes filled with curiosity. A string of events will lead to him meeting Cody, and as he learns more and more about the small quiet boy, he starts to piece together the fragments of his being. [A PLAY] Cover by @shizunj

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

They were murdered, they were attacked and now they're dead. That's all Frank knows about his parents - gone before he'd even had chance to miss them, and it was fucking with his head. The police reckoned that moving away, to rural New Jersey with his grandparents would help him cope with the loss, but even Frank knew that they couldn't be more than wrong, because despite the dull sleepy atmosphere of the town, there was something unidentifiable yet impossibly unnerving about the place, and really, perhaps was safer in his parents home than he ever was here. And there's something physically wrong too - a figure that lurks in the smoke, fog, and shadows - a silhouette the deepest black he'd ever seen, the kind that brought an unsettling feeling to Frank's stomach, and really Frank's wasn't one to be overly twitchy about things like this, but from the moment he first met him, he could never shake the feeling that the figure was always following him. And perhaps, he was. (Vampire!Gerard)

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Gerard draws dicks for a living. Frank takes them. Gerard Way moves into a new apartment in a dodgy complex where he's bound to get beaten to a pulp after his old place is set on fire by those damned 'youths', and by a certain turn of events, his neighbour, the equally provocative, yet entirely in a different way, Frank Iero, ends up in his bed, and then, everything just really goes to shit.