˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ My name is Carlyle, but people either refer to me as Cara or Lyle (more commonly Cara); I'm nonbinary and use they/them pronouns
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ This blog is just a space for me to post my original work, such as fanfiction, headcanons, and drawings! If you wanna know more about my interests, or read about my random 1 am thoughts, my side blog (which serves primarily as my repost blog) is @caracarez2much
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I'd rather not reveal my age on here, but please note that a lot of my fics contain 18+ content!
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I'm taking requests!!! (Actually, I encourage them! I love getting new ideas from you guys :D) Feel free to leave a message in my inbox. I'm open to anything, even if you guys just wanna chat. However, I am uncomfortable with writing:
incestpedophiliascat/pissnoncondead dove (though I'm willing to write some light dubcon, and I have before)SH, drugs, addiction, trauma (in the context of smut, but I would use these topics for angst/comfort fics)
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ My work is primarily x reader, though I am capable of writing actual plot (guys I promise)
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I do not have a regular upload schedule. I'm a person with an outside life, and I work at my own pace. My writing is my hobby, not my job.
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I currently write for bandom, mostly bands like My Chemical Romance and Panic! at the Disco (I also write for AUs, such as the INOKverse for mcr)
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ I RARELY ever proofread my work, so please don't judge any typos/grammar mistakes/overusage of certain words!!!
i think a spider laid eggs in my mattress im not even joking
i was gonna write a fic to cope about this but this is so horrendous i have nothing i dont even wanna speak about this i just wanna lay in denial and ignore the fact that these fucking spider fetuses are crawling all over me and that im waking up to several new bites every morning
got back to listening to northern downpour. this song is not good for my health. i am too rydenpilled for my own sake. send help. (nah im EXACTLY where i wanna be) also i just discovered that drabbles actually have a certain amount of words and aren't just short fics... oops.
also, for those of you that don't know, there's this whole theory in the patd fandom that the moon symbolizes brendon while ryan is the sun.
tags: angst, hurt no comfort, ryden, ryro x reader, post-split panic, drabblen't
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The bed felt cold. You laid next to Ryan, not even six inches apart from him. Still, he felt worlds away from you. The night was quiet. Dim moonlight seeped through the sliver of the open curtain. You slept on the side of the bed that faced a window. Ryan didn't like seeing the moon. He never told you why. He never told you anything anyway.
Countless nights have been spent like this: the two of you with your backs to each other, a puddle of tears forming in your pillow, you wondering how you could fall for such an obvious trick, and Ryan being ever-so-distant.
You'd been together for months. Your infatuation had blinded you. You couldn't deny that you hadn't heard of his old band before. They were quite popular, after all. Besides, their songs were blasted on the radio practically all the time. With his fame and renowned songwriting, you had thought Ryan to be a catch. Maybe he would've, if you were the one he really loved.
Every act of intimacy felt premeditated, as if they were required for the two of you to be a real couple. Not that you really were a real couple, at least in the romantic sense. He kisses you, but with open eyes. He holds your hand, but your grip is always tighter than his. He fucks you, but never looks you in the eye when he does.
You were dazzled by the opportunity to date a star, when he wouldn't even talk about what led him to stardom. You were too impressed by his accomplishments to realize that the life they came from was no longer one he was living.
But it seemed like he reminisced on it anyway.
He never spoke about his old band. You couldn't even recall its name. He'd never let you mention it around him. He never talked about the countless tours, or the late nights, or the searing heat of the spotlights bearing down on him.
And he most especially didn't talk about his old friends.
You had tried to bring them up before. He'd known them since high school, after all. Surely his relationship with them was deeper than one he could just simply forget.
"I don't need to think about them anymore. I have you now."
"They're not important anymore. You're all that matters."
"I love you, Br- baby."
Half-hearted lies and unfaithful strings of meaningless words.
You convinced yourself they all meant something. They didn't; they never did.
It was so painfully obvious too, which is why you hated yourself for being so ignorant.
The way his voice wavered whenever he proclaimed how important you are to him. The way his volume lowers as he'd say you were the light of his life. The way he stumbled over his words whenever he told you he loved you.
Now look at you.
You stared at the moonbeams infiltrating your room. Still, as you gazed at the dusty light, it had completely evaded your body. It landed on Ryan instead.
No matter how much he tried to escape it, it seemed the moon seemed to always find its way to him.
You knew there was no issue with yourself, besides your naivety. You can fix a broken man, but you can't fix one without all his pieces. You had realized a long time ago that you weren't a piece. No, that spot was reserved for someone else.
Now the bed felt empty. You turned over, and realized that it was.
guys i forgot to mention but erm regarding my last post about the warped tour series-
reader is one character!!!!
they will be gender neutral with afab anatomy, and are mcr's drummer (ik i said that alr but whatever)
i'll try to merge all of your guys' descriptions of reader that i'm getting in my inbox so hopefully everyone's satisfied!!
also, this is one consecutive timeline, so all the events in each fic are part of one story and are all connected
anywho the first part is in the drafts rn. i might tweak some requests just because they don't align with the current story i've alr written, but for the most part, i'll try to adhere to my asks as best as possible!!
with it being summer in america rn and the summer of like absolutely infiltrating my feed, i have decided to make a new x reader fic series based off of warped tour 2005!
since it's what i'm best at, reader will be the drummer for mcr. BUT!!!! they're gonna get passed around like a blunt and be shipped with everyone yay!
soooo if any of you would like x reader content involving ANY of the bands that toured that year (ex. mcr, fob, the all american rejects, the offspring, avenged sevenfold... literally any of them i really don't care) then feel free to blow up my inbox or comment on this post!
if you do make a request, please specify which band and which member (or if you'd like to do multiple members that's fine with me too) and whether you want it to be fluff or smut. i'll automatically assume you want a drabble/fic, so if you'd like headcanons, please say that as well. also, if it's in my inbox, please clarify that it's for my series. i don't have a series title right now, but i'll take suggestions for that too :)
this is so bad i had to talk about it on my main account...
I'm an avid Three Cheers/Bullets fan, so I took this way more personally than I should've, but I really just think this was a dumbass move. If MCR loves and knows their fans as well as they claim they do, then they know we would've gone crazy over their cryptic message yesterday (the Instagram story with "MCRmy" displayed on a TV). Using a Bullets song and writing MCRmy with the Three Cheers font was a deliberate choice. With how much content they've been posting about Danger Days, I believe that it's reasonable to argue that fans were led on to expect something equivalent with Three Cheers or Bullets.
It's fine for them to make a new Tiktok/Instragram, I just think it was totally unnecessary to post this whole cryptic announcement for it. I know that ominous messages are the band's thing right now, but they could've gone a way better route with releasing their new social media.
I also don't even know what the MCRmy official account is for. They say it's a "place for fans to gather", but we already have that through sites like Tumblr/Reddit/forums/fan accounts. I don't see how they can "gather" fans through an official account. In addition to the fact that the band could've approached the announcement better, they also could've made the actual reveal less vague. I have no idea what the new MCRmy account is supposed to be for, other than another way for them to get more social media clout.
In a nutshell, I'm just really upset at the choices MCR made to release/announce their new social medias. It feels like they're doing everything but something related to their pre-TBP era. Yes, I'm aware they perform Three Cheers and Bullets songs at concerts during B stage, but even then, it's always the same few songs.
I feel like the band is almost trying to ignore their old albums, except for when they need to use them for clout. Perhaps this is a strong allegation, but it's just my personal belief, and I'm aware there's no real basis to it. If MCR truly plans to not release anything regarding Bullets/Three Cheers (ex. demos, remasters, exclusive vinyls like what the did with DD, new merch, etc.) then they shouldn't be using those albums in messages/announcements that don't involve them.
Sorry for the long ass rant, and I know this type of content is out of what I usually post, but if anyone's reading this, I just wanna know your guys' thoughts on it. Please don't take this as hate content towards MCR; I'm just frustrated with their marketing decisions, and I feel like they've gotten fans' hopes up.
summary: Being sick sucks! You should be out with the rest of your band, partying and fucking around. But here you are, alone in the tour bus and painfully horny. Your desperation is making everything look appealing, especially your bandmates' pillows...
tags: afab!reader, gn!reader, mcr x reader (member not specified), masturbation (except they get caught), fingering, pillow humping, oneshot, use of they/them pronouns for reader, maybe dddne just cause it's kinda gross (ex. cum stains idk), porn no plot
a/n: this is lowk nasty im ngl
NSFW-!
The tour bus was empty. Everyone else was out partying, but you were stuck in the bus all by yourself because of your stupid cold. Seriously, of all times you could've gotten sick, it just had to be at the biggest city on tour. You were feeling sour and horny, wishing it was you out there, and wishing you could've gotten laid tonight.
So, you settled for the next best thing: masturbation. You'd read somewhere online that a good orgasm helps people recover from sicknesses. You didn't care enough to fact check it, but it was enough reason for you to not feel bad about jerking off. Plus, if anything, these were the perfect conditons to get off in. No one was in the bus, and everyone in the surrounding vehicles were either partying as well or fast asleep.
Making sure the bus windows were closed and the curtains were drawn, you kicked off your pants and underwear, plopping into your bunk once your bottom half was bare. You ran your middle and ring finger up and down your wet slit, catching your slick between them. Reaching the top of your glistening cunt, you circled your clit in your fingers, arching your back to find the perfect position that gave you the most amount of stimulation.
Still, despite your efforts, you were having trouble getting off. You rolled around, starting from missionary, to lying on your side, to being face-down-ass-up in your own bed, all while rutting against your own hand like a desperate slut. You tried to switch positions again, only to unfortunately hit your knee on the ceiling of your bunk. You fell back in pain, feeling stupid and still unbearably horny. Letting out a frustrated groan, you sunk your head further in your pillow.
Then you got an idea.
No one was here. You were completely alone. The entire bus was yours.
You turned over to lie on your stomach, observing your pillow. You ran a hand over it, examining its texture. You cursed yourself for being so picky about your sleeping commodities. Your pillow was far too soft and fluffy to get the job done. You got out of your bunk, looking at the beds of your bandmates.
They wouldn't mind, right?
You felt the pillow of each one, searching for the roughest and hardest. Finally, you found it. You quickly ripped it from its bed, practically racing to the couch in the middle of the bus as you clutched your new makeshift sex toy in your hands.
Kneeling on top of the couch, you pushed the pillow between your legs, straddling either side of it. You lowered yourself atop it. Its scratchy texture felt amazing on your swollen folds. Digging your hands into the couch, you began rocking your hips back and forth. The friction was delicious. Your cunt spasmed around the textured cloth, threatening release at any moment. Desperate and needing, you lost all sense of shame and paranoia of being caught, letting pretty moans and gasps of pleasure fall from your lips, increasing in volume by each second.
You were so wrapped up in your own euphoric ecstasy that you didn't hear the footsteps outside the bus...
-
Everyone froze outside the door, exchanging wide-eyed glances.
"Um... So do we go in or like..." Frank mumbled to the group.
Ray swallowed. "I- ...Probably not," he decided, though the thoughts in the back of his mind were telling him otherwise.
"Well it- Uh... It sounds like they're having fun, at least," Gerard tried his best to ignore your noises, but his pants were feeling tighter than usual.
Mikey nodded, agreeing with Gerard, though his eyes were glued on the bus, wishing the curtains were open. "Looks like they're doing perfectly fine without us."
"That's way more than 'fine'," Frank added.
You were nearing your climax, as evident by your shrill whines and breathy pleas. Nobody spoke nor moved an inch, for fear of ruining the moment, and shame of knowing that they were all practically cucking on one of their best friends. Your voice grew louder, meaningless words slipping from your lips, slightly muffled by the thin tour bus walls.
"Oh fuck, baby... Yes just like that...! Fuck if you keep going like that I'm- Oh, God... Come on- Please, please, please I need you... D-Don't stop... Yes, yes, yes-"
Everyone's mouth was hanging open, completely shocked that they were just blatantly listening to you in such a vulnerable state. Your breaths came out ragged, quieting down until eventually, you were completely inaudible.
Ray spoke first, "...Should we just go back to the bar or-"
"Yes," Gerard interrupted him, already turning on his heels to go back the way the group came from.
The rest of the guys muttered in agreement. Alcohol was very appealing right now. They'd like to forget what just happened. Not that they were judging you. Rather, they were all judging themselves.
-
You collapsed forward, your forehead pressed to the couch cushions as your chest heaved. After taking a moment to catch your breath, you released the pillow from between your legs. You sat up, looking at the consequences of your actions. Surely the evidence wasn't big enough to notice...?
Taking the pillow to the bathroom, you did your best to clean it. You wiped off your fluid, though to your dismay, you had ended up slightly bleaching the formerly dark color. Welp, not much you could do about that. Feeling bad about your actions, you scoured the cabinets in the bus' "kitchen" for some sort of cleaning spray. Once you found it, you sprayed it on the area of the pillow you came into contact with. Afterwards, you returned the pillow to its bunk, used side facing down.
You slipped your underwear and pants back on. You turned off the lights in the bus, crawling back into your bunk to get some well-needed rest. The internet was right; jerking off really did make you feel better! ...Or maybe you just convinced yourself it did. Only a few minutes had passed before you felt yourself slip into a deep sleep.
-
The guys came back about an hour later. Seeing that the lights in the tour bus were off, they slipped in quietly, not wanting to wake you. The curtain of your bunk was closed, so they figured it'd be fine to turn the lights back on. After all, they still needed to see where they were walking.
Once everyone had gotten ready for bed, they climbed into their respective bunks. Unfortunately, your secret was not very well hidden...
blessing us with TWO mikey fics basically back to back🥹🥹also also could i be 🌱 anon i love your work smmmm!! oh and i had this idea for a fic in my head where reader works at a record store and mikey is a customer and asks for recommendations and they both think the other is super cute👀👀👀..kinda inspired by the scene from pretty in pink where blane comes to the store where andie works (if you've watched that movie) if you wanna turn that into anything but ik you already have a lot to do, so!!!
-maybe future 🌱 anon??👀
i think i've privated the post now but back when i was starting to write i had an idea for a record shop au and i totally forgot about it until this ask omg
so anywho i shall put this in the drafts and to make sure i get this accurate i'll be watching pretty in pink for the first time ever!!!
might make a longer version of this/turn it into a full fic, but i just wanted to get the idea out there first.
tags: mikey way x reader, gn!reader, reader has dyed hair, one-night-stand implied, sfw, fluff, drabble
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Mikey rolled over, gazing at the colored marks you left on his formerly white sheets. He sighed, reminiscing on the night before. Maybe if he wasn't so drunk, he could've remembered more. At least he had some sort of memorabilia of you through splotches on his pillow case.
He stared at the hues, looking at them so intensely as though if he tried hard enough, you would somehow form from them. Desperate, he leaned down again, until eventually, he was laying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. Mikey inhaled deeply, savoring the remnants of your chemical hair, relishing in the leftover toxic fumes.
"Fuck's sake, Mikey... We were supposed to be backstage by now!" Gerard interrupted Mikey's serenity.
Mikey huffed into his pillow before begrudgingly getting up. He didn't respond to his brother. Instead, Mikey just crawled out of his bunk and glared at him, to which Gerard rolled his eyes at.
-
The show felt like it went on for eons, what with Mikey practically having to watch his brother get fucked by one of his best friends for almost an hour. He just wanted out of this festival heat and back into the sweet haven that was the dressing room AC.
Hitting the final note of the set, Mikey was ready to book it off stage. That was, until he ran into you and your band halfway down the steps. Shit, he hadn't realized you guys were performing right after. If he did, he totally would've put in more effort.
You flashed him a small smile, and he gave you one back. "Break a leg," he mumbled as he walked past you. You thanked him before marching up the rest of the stairs.
Mikey let his bandmates walk past him as he resided at the edge of the stage, looking up at you and your band perform. Gerard grumbled something about being desperate, Frank made a light quip, and Ray tried to mask his pity. It was painfully obvious that you were a catch, even for somebody like Mikey; you were leagues above him. Still, he watched you in amazement, looking at you as if you hung the moon in the sky.
"Sleeps with them once and falls head over heels..." Frank whispered to Ray and Gee.
"And he was drunk the whole time too," Ray replied with a sigh.
"My kid brother, man," Gerard said with pursed lips, almost as if he was in disbelief as to how obsessed Mikey was with you already. It was unlike him, really.
Mikey paid no mind to his bandmates' comments. It's not like he could focus on anything other than you right now anyway. The spotlights shone on your hair, making the color appear even more vivid. The only thing better than this lighting on you would be the dim illumination of the tour bus lamps through his bunk's curtain, Mikey thought. It was wishful thinking, he knew, but he couldn't help but hope.
Mikey made sure to evacuate the premises a couple songs before your set ended. He didn't want you to see how desperate he was, after all. Catching up with the rest of his band, he got unready, promptly changing out of his stage costume. He washed up as well, not wanting any remaining sweat from his earlier performance to be plastered on his face. He really wanted to look presentable this whole festival, just in case.
Lounging in the tour bus with his bandmates, Mikey pulled his phone out of his pocket, just to plug in his headphones with the intent of listening to some Anthrax.
His heart jumped when he saw he had a new message...
...from you.
Mikey brought his phone closer to his face, the bright screen reflecting off his glasses. He read the message, preparing for the worst, but hoping for the best.
His wishes were well met.
"hey. same time 2nite?? ur bus is fine,,, as long as ur bands gone"
i got a new job. this is totally not inspired by it. not at all. mikey is totally not an insert for the cute door dash guy i met.
also shoutout that one interview where mikey said he likes pizza.
tags: mikey way x reader, fluff, sfw, drabble, gn!reader
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"Is that it?" you asked the man across the counter. You looked at his current order. Fucking Christ. You've worked at this place for a while now, and you've never seen a list this long. Hell, you had to actually scroll down to view everything.
Despite your poor attempts at masking your judgement, your eyes couldn't help but carry a look of concern. The man could tell you were making mental commentary about him.
"...No," he said with a sigh, as if he was disappointed with himself. You had to physically restrain yourself from having a reaction.
"Can I- Uh... Just one more pepperoni, please", he said politely, like manners could socially save him from this awkward ass situation.
You typed the extra pizza in, looking up from your register after, hoping (for the both of you) that that was the last item. When he gave no response, you read the list to him.
"Alright. So you've got," you scrolled back up to the top of the screen, then mustered up the cheeriest tone you could, "two pepperonis, three cheese, one hawaiian, one everything with stuffed crust, four breadsticks, and two garlic knots." You held your breath, praying that you didn't miss anything, and trying to stop yourself from laughing at how ridiculous his order was.
The man nodded his head, his lips pursed. You displayed the price on the register, to which he promptly paid... in cash. Wow. This really couldn't get any rougher. You had to give it to him, he was pretty good at counting coins.
You handed him his receipt. He thanked you for it and started walking away from the counter — though not before leaving a couple dollars in your tip jar. There was a whole policy your company had about tips, but with you being the closer for the night, and the absolutely insane order this guy was giving you minutes before closing, you told yourself it was ok to pocket what was left for you that night.
While baking the... you lost count, actually. Anyway, while baking the fifty billion things the guy got, you couldn't help but overhear him on the phone, presumably with his friends.
"Y-Yeah, I'll be home soon I just-" He was doing a bad job at keeping his voice down.
"Ok, well you guys wanted like thirty things! I'm not gonna be outta here until like... I dunno, the next fucking day."
There was silence as the other person on the line spoke.
"You guys are all talking at once."
Ok, other people on the line, then.
"Frank just shut the hell up! Okay? Get Gerard on the line Jesus fucking Christ..."
You couldn't help but giggle to yourself. You had to admit, it was pretty entertaining hearing this shy dude be suddenly so lively on the phone, even if he was getting a bit agitated.
"Hey, Gee. I was just tryna let you kn- ...Yes. Yes, I got your hawaiian. Now where's- Did you just fucking hang up on me? Hello? Oh my G- Oh! Hey, Ray. God, you're the only sane person in that room right now..."
The man had lowered his voice quite significantly, so you shifted work stations to hear him better. Waiting on the breadsticks to bake, you stood at the prep station to make some more dough.
"I mean, it's kinda embarrassing, y'know? Like, I feel really bad... They're closing, and I just ordered a buncha shit... Now I just look like a fatass, just buying all this stuff for myself."
He was right. You did kinda think he was getting all this just for himself. After all, he was ordering alone. And he was the last customer of the night.
"And to make things worse," he swallowed before speaking again, "w-well... they're kinda cute."
You froze at that. Surely he's not talking about you...? Okay, maybe you judged him too harshly earlier. You had to admit, he was pretty polite, and not bad-looking either. Besides, he left a tip. A shitty tip, but a tip nonetheless.
"Yeah, I tipped. It was a bad tip though..." Hey, at least he was self aware.
"Well if you guys gave me more cash then- What? I'm not desperate! Hey, even if they weren't hot, I would've tipped them anyway. It's not like I'm paying for them to give me a shot. I mean, I'd like it but-"
"You're all set!" you called out, plopping the man's boxes on the counter.
He froze, turning to you, a red hue flooding his face. "I'll see you later," he quickly said to whoever he was calling before snapping his phone shut and hanging up.
The man walked over to you, thanking you as he picked up the boxes. An idea came into your mind. "Oh- hold on!" You ran to get some napkins, leaving his sight. You pulled a shitty knock-off Sharpie out from a random drawer, scribbling your number on the bottom napkin.
You returned to the counter, placing the pile of napkins on top of the boxes. You flashed him a smile, and he gave you one back.
"Thanks, have a good night," he called out as he began to leave the pizza shop.
"You too," you replied, watching him walk out the door.
You woke up the next morning to two new texts from an unknown number.
i’m so sorry the HC were giving you so much trouble :,(
THEY CAME OUT REALLY FUCKING CUTE THO!!!
THANK YOOOOUUU HUGS HUGS HUGS
- 🧚♀️
ITS OK DW ABOUT IT ITS NOT YOUR FAULT ANON!!! also thank you for the request,, ive never gotten the chance to write for secretaryrard and i LOVED writing for her!! also im so glad you liked it! :D
you write inok ray so good and so cute T___T !! idk why people never write for inok ray hes literally so so cute, socially awkward guy who doesnt know people would have the hots for him,,,
-inok ray requester,,, can i be 🐾?
thank you so much anon!! and yes ofc i'll add you to the list :D im looking forward to more requests from you! ^^
