Patrick Stump Imagines for the Hopelessly Addicted

Christmas Tree Shop [AU]

A/N: Go watch the video in the header, I promise you won't regret it. So, like, imagine that for the one part but with him fingerpicking the horn riff like a cutie guitar boy.

AU where FOB doesn't exist, as might be obvious, and you could probably imagine any era Patrick tbh but I wrote him as like SRAR era.

Also I think this is my first one that I'm posting that's in second person pov so if you're into that, here you go.

Merry Christmas! Hope you have a good one. 

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: Super Hallmark-y and kind of awful, I'm sorry haha.

It was your first Christmas in your new apartment, and you weren't feeling very Christmassy at all. It didn't help that your parents were over-the-top decorators this time of year; compared to their decorations, your modest wreath on the wall and couple of sparkly snowmen on the kitchen counter didn't exactly scream festive. Halfway through December, you decided that maybe what you needed to get in the Christmas spirit was a tree.

When you lived with your parents, you'd always gotten a real one at this little boutique and garden shop. Though you weren't exactly fond of the idea of taking care of another living thing, the store also sold fake trees, so you thought maybe you'd be able to find one of those. Besides, going to this shop was sort of a tradition, not to mention they offered complimentary hot cocoa and cookies. So, about half an hour later, you found yourself pulling into the familiar parking lot and making your way inside.

You took your time weaving through the decorations for sale, admiring their classy tastes and obscene prices. Christmas music was playing over the speakers – an acoustic version of "White Christmas" – and you were surprised that you'd never heard this version of the song before – the singer's voice was fantastic, and the acoustic guitar accompanying him was raw and beautiful.

You were just remembering that usually they had live music when you turned a corner and your eyes widened. It was live music. Sitting on a stool amongst the multi-colored artificial trees and decorations was a man who didn't look much older than you, with ash blonde hair partially hidden under a fedora, the sleeves of his burgundy cardigan rolled up so as to not be in the way of his guitar playing. Your heart leaped in your chest as the man held out a note, riffing a little, his eyes squinting as he did so. Wow. Usually they had some old guy with a Hawaiian shirt. Not only was this guy a fantastic singer and guitar player, he was also young and incredibly attractive? How was that fair?

You slowly moved towards the performer as he finished the song. He glanced up and caught you looking at him, shooting you a cute smile. You quickly smiled back before breaking eye contact and heading towards the hot cocoa, as if you'd been meaning to go there all along. He started playing a new song, which you soon realized was "This Christmas," and you couldn't help but glance back at him as you prepared your warm beverage. He was staring intently at his fingers on the guitar's frets, and you couldn't help but smile because wow, he was cute. You stood by the cocoa table, sipping your drink and watching him discreetly until he glanced up and found you watching him again. He grinned and you smiled shyly in return, attempting to hide your face in your cup. It didn't work; he kept glancing over at you, and at one point you could've sworn you caught a wink, though you might've imagined it.

He finished the song and glanced over at you again with a smile before reaching for his water. After a moment, radio music began to play over the speakers, leading you to assume that this guy was on his break. You wanted to go talk to him, but your heart was racing. You bit your lip. He set his water down, pulled down the sleeves of his sweater, played a few soft chords on his guitar. He seemed to be stalling. Before you knew what you were doing, your feet led you over to him.