#Patrick Blanco Commerford

[jafark]

[nicholasgalitznes]

PATRICK BLANCO s06e04

[keepingupwmanurios]

Manu Ríos with his stylist & friend Marc Forné in Los Angeles, California (12/03)

ℹ️|| although nothing is confirmed everything indicates that he is attending the Oscars party tomorrow. (his hair stylist & manager are also in LA)

[fixation-central]

i have a question has anyone ever thought of a glee and elite crossover. hear me out

the commerfords and the smythes are related in some way. patrick and sebastian being rich bitch babies together.

[appiliflid]

A short moment in the aftermath of season 5. Based on the amazing scene with Patrick and Cruz at Isadora’s club in season 6, but with a different outset and a slightly different development to truly savour that fiery moment.

[do-you-know-these-multiples]

[aftermidnightmuses]

It felt like a full lifetime since he’d left Iván at the hospital. Honestly, Patrick didn’t really believe Ari when she told him that he had to get as far away from Iván if he wanted to make up for all of the bad that had happened so that he could hope to get back together. He definitely didn’t trust his father, who he firmly believed should still be in jail. The man had tried to have him bury one of his own best friends, after all. But here he was anyway, traveling the world with his family, waiting for them to choose a new place to stay, and feeling utterly and totally alone. He’d been through hell since they’d transferred to Las Encinas, and some might argue that his hell had begun long before then. So while his sisters had brought him to a club to try to raise his spirits, he remained still in a corner, hearing and seeing nothing but a variety of memories flying across the backs of his eyelids. 

@indiestarter​

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@misteriios (Guzman)

“Now this might seem a little bit harsh, but that’s because you are viewing it through nostalgia goggles, and over the next five minutes I’m gonna take those off your face and replace them with the pragmatic transitions lenses of reality.” Patrick hummed.

[lavendaers]

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"sorry, was that snippy?" sophie questioned as she glanced over at them. "truly didn't mean it to be. i just believe that i can reach it without help. at the very least, i've got to try."

[nightwhispcrs]

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"i'm doing the same . finally can do whatever the hell i want . if i want to go skip work and fly a kite in the middle of the day ? sure . if i want to get a tattoo on a whim ? why not ? if i want to get trashed at a bar and hook up with a stranger ? who cares !" charlie grinned , glad to be in the presence of someone who understood .

[nestito702]

MANU RIOS as Patrick Blanco Commerford

Elite 4.03 - "When Lies Dance with Temptation"

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“there is no need for you to be catty, because no, i’m not looking at you nor do i care what is going on within your vicinity.” patrick replied with a smile. “i was too busy focusing on the hoy guys playing basketball over there.” he nodded his head towards the court. “okay? there are more then one tree in this park, you know.”

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❝ is there a reason you are blocking my sight in this moment as we speak? ❞ cheryl asked, a fake smile on her lips, eyebrows raised ❝ enjoy it? can you just move over ― somewhere else and be gone out of my sight. i tried to paint the tree and dog over there ❞ she pointed towards the tree she talked about.

[bumblesimagines]

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

- Patrick Blanco Commerford

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

If Patrick has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters I have died. If the world is against Patrick I am with the world, if the world is for Patrick I am against the world.

"Is it just me or does it feel like Ari thinks she can kill me with her eyes?" (Y/N) quietly asked Ander, his attention focused on the chips bag being slowly pushed out of its line. The vending machine whirred softly and stopped once the chips thumped softly at the bottom. Ander snorted softly, placing his hand on his back and rubbing his palm up and down his spine as (Y/N) leaned down to grab the chips. He took a quick glance in the direction of the short girl and chuckled.

"What'd you do this time?" Ander asked, dropping his head and slipping in front of him to insert a dollar into the machine. (Y/N) scoffed, opening the bag and dipping his hand inside to tug free one of the salty chips. He bit down on one with a loud crunch and spared the brunette a glance, finding her narrowed eyes locked on him. 

"Nothing, I swear. I've been an angel since Carla left. I promised her I'd stay out of trouble."

"I don't believe for a second the (Y/N) Rosón Caleruega has been acting like an 'angel'. A hellspawn, maybe, but an angel? I'll believe it when I see it." Ander snickered softly when (Y/N) lightly punched the back of his shoulder, casting his friend a teasing grin before scooping up the chocolate bar he'd paid for. A chair lightly scraped and pulled their attention back onto the girl, a sharp whistle leaving Ander when she walked toward them. "Good luck with that," Ander whispered, patting his shoulder sympathetically and slipping away to find his boyfriend.

"(Y/N)." Ari greeted through gritted teeth, her arms folding over her stomach and her hip slightly jutting out to the side. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" (Y/N) tilted his head, sticking the bag out in her direction but she crinkled her nose and waved him off. Ari sighed and took a step closer to him, reaching out and fixing his uniform's tie with a sugary sweet smile. What had he done to piss her off? Had he shit-talked her father within earshot again? Ah, shit. He probably had.

"You're lucky I've been in a good mood recently, sweetheart, otherwise I might've told Patrick I saw you cozying up to the janitor the other night. I don't like people hurting my family, (Y/N). I won't stand for it. Get it together or next time I'll go straight to Pat and tell him." Ari adjusted his coat next, smoothing out the wrinkles before dropping her hands to her sides and arching a brow at him. "Got it?"

"What are you talking about, Ari? The janitor? Cayetana? She's my friend, and what I do with my friends is none of your brother's business." 

"None of his business?" She repeated, her brows lifting high. "Of course, it's his business what his boyfriend does! And if I were him, I'd never leave you alone in a room with that girl."

"Boyfr-" (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, staring at the girl as if she'd grown two more heads. He couldn't help the laugh the bubbled up, partly amused but mostly shocked. Ari scoffed at his laughter and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and strutting away with quiet muttering. He watched her sit back down in her seat and continue eating her lunch as her words finally settled in. That son of a bitch. His jaw clenched and he found his appetite for a snack gone, irritation rolling over him like a wave. 

Leaving the cafeteria and heading down the hallway, he made eye contact with a puzzle Guzman. The boy opened his mouth to speak but (Y/N) simply pressed the bag against his chest, barely checking to see if he had a hold on them before releasing his grip and turning the corner, heading right for the lockerroom and showers where he knew Patrick would be after gym class. He threw the door open, the sound of it causing many of the guys changing to flinch or curse in surprise. They only took one look at him before scurrying to get the rest of their clothes on, some still dripping with water as they quickly left the locker room. Patrick slowly rubbed a towel into his drenched hair, his eyes flickering between the door and his face. 

"What's wrong?"

"Why is your sister saying I'm your boyfriend?" He almost snapped at him, teeth grinding together when Patrick's eyes widened with realization. He cursed softly under his breath, eyes squeezing shut and a heavy sigh escaping him. "You crossed a line. I told you we were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less."

"Let me explain, (Y/N). Last Friday, Benjamín saw when I kissed you in the parking lot and he- he asked about it, about us, and Ari overheard so then she started asking and- and I panicked, okay? I lied and told them we were dating." Patrick explained, voice stammering as he crossed the distance. He raised his hands toward (Y/N)'s face but the teen tilted his head away, leaving Patrick to drop his arms in defeat. "It's fine, (Y/N). We're both single, aren't we? What's the harm in a little lie?"

"A little lie would be saying that it was just a dare or a challenge. A little lie would be saying that he must've seen wrong, that he was mistaken." (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against the locker behind him, his narrowed eyes digging into Patrick. "You can't lie about being in a relationship with someone, Patrick. People ask questions, they notice shit. Ari thought I was 'cheating' on you or planning to with Cayetana."

"What- What would make her think that?" Patrick's brows furrowed, taking a step back to rummage through his locker and begin getting dressed. 

"It doesn't matter what she thinks she saw, what matters is why she felt like she needed to confront me about it. She's your sister, I get it. Carla would've done the same if she thought I was getting cheated on. Hell, she might've done worse. And that's exactly why I don't need your sisters or your asshole dad getting into my business. We're not together. Tell them or I will." 

Patrick's lips pursed and he inhaled heavily through his nose, tugging up his briefs and slipping on the button-up before he turned to face him. "Why does it bother you so much? We could be together, don't you think? We have the same friends, we go to the same clubs, our parents would get along. We'd be perfect. Besides... no offense but a girl like Cayetana would only hurt your family's reputation, no?" 

The audacity of the Blancos was astonishing, admirable even. (Y/N) snorted, and then laughed, lifting a hand to his face to rub his forehead as more laughter shook his shoulders. "Oh, Patrick.." He sighed and dropped his hand, lips curled upward. "Don't tell me you caught feelings." 

"So what if I did? We don't pick and choose who we fall in love with." 

"Love? You think you're in love with me? Look, I get it. My family comes from money, we own a fancy winery, and everyone likes to call me Marquess. Your daddy probably gave his approval 'cause he thinks he'll be set for life if we're together. Obviously we're compatible when it comes to sex so you think that means we're perfect for each other." (Y/N) dropped his arms and took slow steps forward until he stood in front of Patrick, his hands lifting to grab Patrick's jaw and hold it. "And maybe it would make sense for us to be together. But I'd have to love you for it to work, and I don't even like you. You're whiny, spoiled, demanding and you can't take no for an answer. You're like a damn leech who won't quit. The only reason I even paid attention to you was because you wouldn't leave Ander alone, even after he told you he wanted nothing to do with you." 

Patrick's jaw clenched under his fingertips, his bright blue eyes igniting. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you don't feel anything-"

"You're boring me with this love bullshit, Patrick. I don't like being bored. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you're not the type I go for. Marina, Valerio... they're nothing like you... they're more like your sister, Mencia, actually. If only she weren't so interested in Rebeka... it would've been fun playing with her instead." (Y/N) tightened his grip on his jaw, feeling Patrick tense. A flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes. "She's persistent but at least she knows when to back off. All you know how to do is throw yourself at people until they're forced to give you what you want. It's pathetic, honestly, but at least it's funny to watch."

"(Y/N)," Guzman's familiar voice echoed through the empty locker room followed by a sharp whistle to fully get his attention. (Y/N) craned his head to look back at him, watching him nod toward the doors. "Come on, leave him. You made your point." 

Releasing Patrick, (Y/N) backed off and headed toward the dirty blonde, slinging one arm around his waist casually. Guzman sent him a disapproving look as he slipped his arm around his shoulder but (Y/N) tilted his head back to look at Patrick with a grin. "See you in class, Pat. Might want to take care of your little friend downstairs first, though." He laughed and let Guzman drag him out of the room.

[palmviewfm]

this looks so adorable OH MY GODD!!! can you tell me if yall would prefer to see drew starkey with a maxxie oliver counter part (skins uk) or alessandro bedetti with a patrick blanco commerford counterpart (elite)?

ahhh you're the sweetest ! i  have  to  say  i  was  having  a  pretty  bad  day  and  then  getting  this  message  just  made  it  ten  times  better  !  thank  you  so  very  much  for  the  very  kind  compliment,  friend  !  we  would  really  love  to  have  you  join us !  and  now you're  giving  us  the  hard  questions  here,  i  see  !  i'd have to go with drew starkey with a maxxie counterpart !

[ollyvxz]

MANU RIOS as Patrick Blanco Commerford

Elite 4.03 - “When Lies Dance with Temptation”

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"No, I didn't." Patrick replied with a nod. "However, I do know a coworker who did and apparently, they don't remember anything." He frowned. "That sounds terrible."

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"Man. . .what a week." Neil feels drained from being on edge to protect Todd all the time. "Did. . .you lose anyone ?"