MCR, the Lost Singer (Discontinued)
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  • Reads 151
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 16
  • Time 2h 24m
Ongoing, First published Jan 05, 2017
Mature
Sixteen years ago, Frank Iero met Emily McCoy. It was a one time deal. Now, Frank Iero, Ray Toro, Mikey Way, and Gerard Way are mourning over the loss of their wives (No, they don't have kids in this one) until one day. When a girl named  Ashley McCoy runs into Frank on the street and they grow close. Now, Ashley is in trouble. She is injured, hungry, and tired. What happens when she shows up half dead, claiming to be related to him? What happens when Brendon Urie breaks the news that he's enlisting several bands to create a 'bandom of the fandoms'?
  
  I DON'T OWN MCR, FALL OUT BOY, PANIC! AT THE DISCO, PEIRCE THE VEIL, AND SLEEPING WITH SIRENS BUT I DO OWN THE PLOT AND ASHLEY
  I'M SORRY I KILLED THEIR WIVES!!!!!!!
  If you're not familiar with MCR, P!ATD, FOB, SWS, or PTV's music, music video's, and/or albums, you will not get the chapter name references.
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Short Of a Breath

27 parts Complete Mature

"For god sakes help him! He's bleeding to death!..." My mother yells at the men surrounding me through tears as the paramedics grab my numb body, covered in blood, from my blood stained bedroom floor, to take me to God knows where. My name is Frank Iero, and I give up. First Mikey. Now Gee. I refuse to live in a world filled with your smudged finger prints, and boxes of memories, knowing you're no longer here. But that's not what this life planned for me, right Gerard? ...right?...