Cover (Patrick Stump x Reader)

Chapter 1 - Your P.O.V

You're quietly humming to yourself while you work on a drawing. It was fanart, and, of course, it was Fall Out Boy. What else would it be? You've been working on this drawing for ages, and you're getting frustrated. You just can't get the shading right on Patrick's face. After you try multiple times, you are finally able to capture the perfection of Patrick Stump's face (Yes, it is the picture up the top). After you've finished you take a photo of it, and post it to Twitter, making sure to tag the band, along with Patrick's personal page. As you pack away your supplies, you begin to wonder what Patrick would think if he ever saw your art. "He'd probably think i'm creepy" you think "I mean, i run a whole page dedicated to fanart of him and the rest of the band." After a while you shrug it off "It's not like he'll ever see it anyways..." You look at the time, and realise your going to be late for work if you don't get up now.

After having a quick shower, you brush your (H/L), (H/C) hair and pull on your uniform, you rush out the door. Running down stairs, not a good idea, but you do it anyways. You run down the street, calling excuse me's and sorry's to random strangers. You only just make it to Starbucks in time. 

"Almost late again, (Y/N)." It's your boss, Alex.

"Oh, I'm really sorry Alex, I- I overslept."

"Hey, (Y/N), it's fine! We're all late at least once in our lives, no biggie!"

"Really? Oh, thank you Alex"

You quickly place your bag in your locker (A/N - Are there lockers at Starbucks? I have no clue- I live in Australia) , and begin serving people

~Time skip brought to you by Patrick's Fedora~

You're sitting at one of the tables in the corner, on your lunch break, working on some more fanart. Yep, Patrick again. You've received some compliments on your drawing skills, so you're feeling pretty good about yourself. Suddenly, a hand touches your shoulder, and a familiar voice speaks

"Hey, that's pretty good. You're really talented"

You let out the smallest of screams, because standing right behind you, complimenting your drawing, is none other than Patrick Stump.

Sorry for the short chapter, but i just needed a basis for this whole fic, as i don't get internet often, and i'd like to be able to work while i'm away from the internet, on microsoft word or something. There will be more to this, don't worry!

Stay sassy,

                       ~Netikah, the overly obsessed fan