🫀 my name is evan (you can also call me blue. like blue’s clues)
🫀 im a he/him boy
🫀 freak and a weirdo. like seriously. you’ve been warned.
🫀 i freaking LOVE fall out boy.
🫀 dan and phil enjoyer
🫀 my favourite album right now is: selfish machines (pierce the veil)
no dni. i don’t care. i also can’t stop you so. go crazy.
also DILF patrick stump is so important to me. i need you guys to know that. (he was important to me when he wasn't a dilf but lord is he more important to me now)
the people require more jealous possessive patrick
well i AM the people's princess sooo... i think i must.
he's very proprietary!!! that's his bass player you're talking about. you don't get to perceive him without permission.
patrick doesn't like being obvious about it, though, so he acts like he doesn't care. (he does. he cares a lot.) but that means when he does show that he cares, it's a pretty big deal.
usually it's when he's had a bit to drink. when he's watching pete from afar, making sure that he's behaving himself for the most part. patrick doesn't usually worry about the chicks so much because they don't usually like to make the first move.
sometimes, though, they take pete's light grinding and little smirks for a lot more than just meaningless flirting. they start getting ideas about going home with pete or getting his number or something. that's when patrick has to step in.
tonight it's a brunette. she's taller than pete, wearing an ugly bedazzled tanktop that shows off most of her bra and sits weird on her. patrick won't call her ugly to her face, but he's thinking it.
she's got her tits all up in his face. he's not really looking, and he doesn't really seem to be listening to her, either. he's drunk, patrick can tell, but he's pretty sure the chick can't.
pete.
pete's eyes dart to patrick in a second, widened and immediately thrilled to see him, as usual. he never really sees anything wrong with how chicks talk to him. it pisses patrick off.
the chick looks at patrick, a little annoyed, but mostly seeming caught out. doesn't know what to make of him, probably. he gets that a lot. chicks trying to figure out what business he has hanging out with pete or why he's so insistent on taking him away at the last second.
he doesn't really let pete get a word in edgewise before he's dragging him off by the back of the jeans. he doesn't even bother making up an excuse to the bewildered-looking chick.
what w'sat about? pete's pouting a little, though patrick suspects it's just to generate sympathy.
nothin'.
for a crowded bar, the guys' bathroom is pretty barren. the biggest stall is empty—along with the rest of them—and the place isn't completely disgusting. not that that would stop patrick (or pete, for that matter). they've fucked in far grosser places.
patrick pushes pete onto his knees. pete goes down without a fight, because he's good like that. he doesn't even try to undo patrick's belt any faster than patrick does himself.
pete opens his mouth when he needs to and takes patrick without complaint. patrick fucks his face until he's got eyeliner all down his cheeks. it's a multi-stall bathroom, so pete has to try not to be so goddamn loud when dudes come in. it only happens twice, and the guys don't even seem to think twice about what may-or-may-not be happening in the biggest stall.
just as pete seems to fall into it, patrick is pulling out. stand up.
pete gets up on uncertain feet and lets patrick bat him around until he's pressed cheek-first into the wall. patrick gets his pants down enough to press up into him. the spit provides some friction, and they'd fucked just before the show.
you know you're mine, pete.
pete nods vaguely, groaning and pressing back against him. yeah, yeah. yours.
they can't get you off like i do, baby. you know that. patrick fucks him however he wants. pete'll like it any way patrick gives it.
pete's suggestible like this. he just takes and takes and agrees and agrees. none of patrick's possessive babble is really penetrating, but it doesn't matter.
pete braces himself on the wall with one hand and finds patrick's hand on his hip with the other. he looks like he might be drooling, and his eyes have fallen shut like he has no control over it.
fuckfuckfuck, trick. his hand curls around patrick's and the hand on the wall grips at nothing.
tell me you're mine, pete. tell me how i make you feel.
sogood, pete whines, pulling patrick's arm around his waist to press in closer. sosogood. y're so good, patrick. love you. 'm yours. promise.
patrick takes pity on him, wraps a hand around his dick and jerks him off in time with his thrusts. pete comes way before patrick does, but he doesn't fight against patrick still fucking him.
patrick comes in him and pants against his neck as he grinds himself through it. pete's limp, back of his hand pressing against his cheeks to smear the eyeliner off his face.
current era mcr fic is never realistic we need writers to embrace that ray is an ai tech bro, gerard shops at erewhon, frank is a libertarian, and mikey is a disney adult.
rayrard fic where they're fucking and they stop in the middle because ray got a robinhood notification on his apple watch that he really wants to check
It did indeed get taken down after a fairly long time of being up 🤧🤧🤧 I didn't take it down, I think it just got flagged.
As of right now I do not have solid plans to revive it, but I am a very firm believer in Internet archiving and people having access to art that means something to them!
So even if I'm not creating new work or if I don't bring back the WordPress, I will be keeping it in mind and possibly will reupload all the work in the future!
