A/N: Surprisingly, I get inspired while hungry so enjoy this weird chapter I made, inspired by when I painted earlier. It turned out like shit and I hope this chapter doesn't. Also, I'm terribly sorry if this is short. It's 11PM and I'm sleepy af.
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"Come on, you stupid hell of a brain. Work!" You banged your hands against the table, causing your boyfriend, Patrick, to look up from the book he was reading.
"What's up, baby? Anything wrong?" he asked concerned, putting his book down and taking a seat down next to you. He stared at the blank canvas in front of him, then stared at you. "Why are you mad? There's nothing on this thing."
You sighed in frustration. "Exactly! My brain won't work when I want it to. I need inspiration, Patrick!"
"Hey, hey, hey," he hushed you. "Go look for any inspiration. I'll do the work of staring into a blank canvas."
Something from his words hit you. You quickly got your pencil and started sketching your layout. "What's that?" he asked as he tilted his head like some kind of kid and stared at you in amusement. "An eye? What?"
"Your eyes. They're the reason /we/ started. The reason you saw me. Your eyes give me so much inspiration." You stopped your talking and continued sketching. He chuckled at your remark and walked away, kissing your forehead in the process.
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Patrick Stump Imagines
Fanfictionbook one • 101 dramatic, fluffy, happy, or weird imagines about the one and only patrick vaughn stump. because patrick is an angel and everybody loves him. continued in book two! (sequel is out: patrick stump imagines deux !!) [completed 2016]
