Fall Out Boy Preferences/Imagines

Patrick imagine @itsssmichelleee

"Hey, Michelle?" My fiancé Patrick asked me.

"Yes?" I asked.

We were sitting on the couch, watching tv, having a lazy day. We'd been engaged for a month, and picked a date for five months later.

"Can we start planning our wedding?" He asked.

"Sure babe." I said, a little surprised.

Patrick got up and went into the office. He returned a few moments later with a notepad and a pen.

"What should we plan first?" He asked.

"Let's see. Who's your best man?" I asked.

"Pete." He said. "Maid of honor?"

"My sister." I replied. "Other groomsmen?"

"Joe and andy." He said. "Other bridesmaids?"

"Oh, I guess Marie and Megan." I said. "Junior groomsman?"

"Bronx." Patrick said. "Junior bridesmaid?"

"My little sister." I said. "Ring bearer?"

"Declan. Flower girl?"

"My niece."

He finished writing all of these down and paused, looking up at me.

"Now what should we plan?" I asked.

He threw the pad and pen down and shook his head. "Nothing. That's enough for now." He said.

I laughed. "You have the attention span of a gnat." I said.

"Oh shut up." Patrick said, pouting.

"Make me." I said.

I saw a spark of mischief in Patrick's eyes, and I got to my feet.

"Wait, I take it back." I said, backing away.

But it was too late. Patrick was up and chasing me through the house. It didn't take him long to catch me, and when he did he tackled me onto the couch.

"Hmm. How do I make my Michelle shut up?" He mused, hovering over me.

"You could give me a kiss." I suggested.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He teased.

"Very much, yes." I said.

He chuckled. "Yes dear." He said.

"Yes dear?" I echoed. "Wow, Patrick. Engaged for a month and it's like we're already married."