josh dun imagines

forever my dear

Josh pov

"I'm so nervous about tonight. it's our last show and I'm proposing to (y/n). since we met at our concert, I want to make her my wife at our concert." i tell tyler and Jenna while slightly shaking.

"josh it's okay. she loves you. she will say yes promise." Jenna reassures me. Tyler gives me a light squeeze on my shoulder and heads closer to the stage. we start the set, just as much energy as all the other shows if not more, and then we get to "Guns for Hands" and I nod at Mark to let the sound guys know to play the prerecorded drum track. Tyler sings softly. everyone in the crowd gets their phones out and turns the flashlights on. I get up off my drum set and go to the middle of the stage. I nervously nod at Jenna. she grabs (y/n)'s hand and pulls her out. when Jenna walks by she hands me the ring that I gave her for safe keeping then she goes and stands with ty. (y/n) looks out at the crowd and then looks back at me. I grab the microphone out of my back pocket.

" (y/n) (y/m/n), I have never thought I could love someone as much as I love you. I have known you for 4 and a half years and they have been the best 4 and a half years of my life."

"I'm tryin, I'm tryin to sleep." I hear softly in the background. "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me. i love you so much my princess." I put the mic on the ground and get down onto one knee. (y/n) starts to tear up and puts her hands over her mouth.

"will you marry me?" she starts crying harder.

"yes yes. one million times yes." she says nodding and crying. I put the ring on her finger and kiss her. I pick her up and spin her around. I put her back down and hold her.

"i love you so much Joshua William Dun." she says still crying.

"and I love you more (y/n) (y/m/n) soon to be- Dun" she smiles and I kiss her nose. we turn to tyler and Jenna and see them holding hands and crying. they walk over and we all hold hands. we look at each other and raise our interlocked hands. the crowd goes crazy and Tyler grabs the microphone. "WE," Tyler says squeezing my hand which i then pass on to (y/n) hand

"are twenty øne piløts, and so are you. we will see you next time." everyone joined in. we all walk off stage, me hand in hand with my fiancé smiling bigger than ever.