Be My Wife
*not my pic.*
A/N: This wasn’t requested, just a random Kellin Quinn imagine because I got bored ~ Blue
TW-reference to past suicide attempt
You get a text from Kellin telling you to meet him at catering in 15 minutes. You yawn and get out of his bunk to get dressed. Once you finish, you slip on your shoes and get off the bus, squinting at the sun. When you get to catering, you see Jaime and Mike sitting at a table with Justin and Gabe and decide to go sit with them.
“Hey, (Y/N).” All four of them greet as you sit down .
“Hey. What’s up?” You ask, yawning a little bit.
“Nothing really. Have you seen Vic and Kellin? I’m just kind of assuming they’re together.” Gabe asks.
“They were doing an interview or something but Kellin texted me that they were on their way here.” You tell them and they nod.
Suddenly, you feel someone wrap their arms around your waist and lightly kiss your neck. You giggle and everyone at the table looks at you because you have another human basically attached to you. You just playfully roll your eyes causing them to snicker a bit.
“Hey, Babe.” He whispers into your neck.
“Hey. What’s up?” He sits down on your right and shrugs in response.
“Sup guys.” He greets everyone else at the table.
“Hey. How was the interview?” Jaime asks.
“Pretty good.” Vic answers, sitting next to him.
Kellin pulls you into his body, wrapping an arm around you. He kisses your temple and smiles down at you.
“What are you doing?” You giggle a little at his cute but clingy actions.
“Nothing, I just love you, that’s all.” You wrinkle your forehead but shrug it off, not really minding it.
The show wasn’t until tomorrow so everyone basically spent all day doing interviews at a few local radio stations and getting stuff set up. Now, you and Kellin lay face to face in his bunk just enjoying each other’s company and talking about random things. The sound of the rest of the guys on the bus playing xbox was muffled by the curtain. They were getting pretty rowdy.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask, how was last night?” You ask him. Last night him and a bunch of the other guys went out. You never mind when he goes out just like he doesn’t mind when you hang out with your friends.
“It was-” He’s cut off by a voice belonging to Justin yelling something incoherent and everyone else groaning. You can hear Kellin quietly sigh.
“You wanna like, go for a walk or something? I just need to get out of here.” He asks and you immediately nod, unable to take the noise much longer.
You jump out the bunk and get off the bus, stepping into the orange-pink light cast by the setting sun. Kellin shuts the door behind you guys and smiles at you, grabbing your hand as you start walking.
“Oh yeah so, last night…” He picks up the conversation.
You walk for about 45 minutes, him telling the stories of what happened last night and you laughing at them. Those boys get into some weird shit. Just as it gets dark, you round the corner and end up in the pit where the house lights of the amphitheater are still on. You both jog up the stairs and onto the stage, climbing onto a huge amp. You cross your ankles and swing your feet as the breeze makes the night less humid.
“Oh! I forgot to show you.” He says all of a sudden, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“I got another tattoo last night.” He says, pushing his sleeve on his left arm up.
“Really, where?” You ask, excited to see what it is. He flips his arm over and flexes his hand back to expose his wrist. It’s four parallel rows of roman numerals, each row having three numbers, and the middle number has a dot on either side of it.
“Ooh, what do they mean?” You ask intrigued.
“They’re dates. The first one is the day we met, remember?” He smiles over at you, your heads almost touching.
“Of course I remember, doofus. How could I forget? At your show in my hometown.” That was one of the best days of your life. Imagine if you hadn’t met him that night? What would your life look like now?
“Yeah. That was the day I knew I had to have you.” He says quietly as he reminisces.
“The second one is the day of our first date. Do you remember that one?” He asks, looking at you accusingly. You inhale sharply, trying to remember.
“Our very first date? Like, ever? Jesus, uh… was that the one when we ordered take out and watched The Empire Strikes Back on your couch?” You ask, smiling at that memory. He giggles, running his thumb over the numbers.
“Yeah, it was. I didn’t think you’d remember that.” He says, impressed by your memory skills.
“But that was also our first kiss, ‘cause the dvd kept freezing so we ended up just making out instead.” We both laugh and he nods his head.
“Yep, I remember.” He sighs in satisfaction.
“What’s the next one?” You ask, diverting your attention back to his wrist. He clears his throat before speaking.
“The third one is the uh…..the day I almost lost you. The day I thought I was never gonna get to hold your hand again or stare into your beautiful eyes or kiss your soft lips.” He grabs your hand and you lean your head on his shoulder.
“The doctor said you only had a 30% chance of living. That there were just too many pills and even after they pumped your stomach, your organs were failing.” He looks down at your intertwined fingers.
You don’t remember that day as well as him. You remember writing the note. You remember swallowing all the pills. You remember Kellin calling 911, choking on tears. You remember waking up in the hospital. The things in between were pretty blurry considering you were dying. You ended up in a psychiatric hospital for a few months even though the doctors told you that you could go home because you were living with Kellin, but he wanted to play it safe. You remember the exact words he said to you when he dropped you off:
‘You need to get better, (Y/N). I can’t risk losing you again. I love you too much to let you keep living like this…’
He’s really the reason you’re even alive today.
“You know what else the doctor said?” You ask rhetorically. He looks over at you.
“He said that if you hadn’t found me when you did that my death would have been certain. You’re the one who forced me get better and go into recovery. I wouldn’t be here without you, Kellin.” You smile at him and he blushes, smiling down at his lap.
“I’m so fucking glad you pulled though. I’m glad you got better and I’m glad I’m able to sit here now and hold you in my arms.” He wraps an arm around you and you smile. The two of you sit in silence for a few seconds before he pulls away smiles at you contently. After a few seconds, he breaks eye contact and chuckles to himself.
“You’re adorable, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He says, grabbing you hand before you both jump down from the amp and begin walking towards the edge of the stage.
“Wait, what about the last one?” You ask, pointing at his wrist. He stops walking and you stand, facing each other and looking down at his wrist.
“Oh yeah…right. Well, this one….this one is the day I ask you to marry me.” Your forehead wrinkles in confusion because you guys aren’t engaged or anything. Sure, it’s come up a couple times in the past, so maybe it’s one of those days?
“Kellin, what-” You look up at him but are cut off as he takes a knee, holding a ring in his right hand. You gasp, throwing your hands up to your mouth.
“We’ve been together for 5 amazing long years and I can honestly say they’ve been the best of my life. But now, I wanna make you mine…forever. (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of becoming my wife?” His big blue eyes are glossy with tears threatening to spill any second as he stares up at you. You’re already sobbing, choking on tears as you nod your head.
“Yes, Kellin! Of course! Oh my god…” You start crying even harder as he slips the ring on your finger before you grab his face and connect your lips. He smiles into the kiss and you pull apart, staring into each other’s eyes. He pulls you into a hug, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, you hear a couple random strings being plucked on an acoustic guitar. You turn around to see Jaime and Vic sitting on stools, Jaime strumming a guitar on his lap. Vic smiles and Jaime winks as he begins to play Remembering Sunday by All Time Low.
You turn back to Kellin and wrap your arms around his neck, your sobs turning into sniffles. He smiles down at you and places his hands on your hips as you begin to sway. You rest your head on his chest and close your eyes for a few seconds.
“I love you so fucking much, (Y/N).” He says making you look back up at him.
“I love you too, Kells. You’re my everything.”