RQ: “an imagine where y/n & j are dating and he brings back the ollg for one night on tour (and it’s you) then he proposes to y/n after the song”
“I hope you guys don’t mind but…I have one special song I’d like to add before ‘Love Yourself’. (Y/N), wherever the hell you are, get your ass up here.”
I watched as Fredo led my girlfriend to my oh-so-famous red couch on the stage. I usually perform “Home to Mama” and “Love Yourself” there, but right now the only thing on my mind was
(Y/N), and how much I absolutely, positively can’t get enough of her.
I grabbed my guitar off the stand, my hands shaking as I pulled the wooden stool under me. I was feeling so many different emotions at once, especially being in front of 30k people.
“Guys, you know my girlfriend
(Y/N). Show her some love.” I encouraged, as my fans’ screams were louder than usual.
(Y/N) was dressed in an orange and white striped romper with white sneakers. She reminded me of a popsicle, and this had to be one of my favorite ensembles she’s ever put together.
“How many I told you’s and start over’s and shoulders have you cried on before?”
I slowly began to sing acapella, without the guitar, seeing if my beliebers would catch on by the first line of the song. When they did, I smiled and adjusted my headset. Even
(Y/N) gasped, surprised by the revival of the old tradition. With every line of the song, I began strumming more on the guitar.
“Now all I see is you…”
When I got to the second chorus,
(Y/N) began tearing up. If she thought this was a romantic gesture, she was in for a surprise in about three minutes.
“There’s gonna be one less lonely……girl.”
I finished the song, and
(Y/N) sprang on top of me as I put my guitar down.
“That was so sweet.” She whispered in my ear.
As the screams died down only a little bit, I lowered
(Y/N) from my (sweaty) body, and seated her back on the couch.
“(Y/N), I’m only 22, and you’re only 20. But the thing is, I don’t think any two people have been more in love than we are right now.”
(Y/N)’s hand covered her mouth, realizing what I was about to say. My fans cheered a bit louder, predicting what would happen next.
“I’ve always wanted to propose to you in your hometown, and the dream just got better now that it’s in front of 30,000 people.”
I got down on my knee, and pulled out the sapphire ring she oh-so desired.
“So god damn,
(Y/N). Just marry me already. Cause the word “girlfriend” just doesn’t fit you anymore.”
(Y/N) couldn’t have said yes any more than she already did. Her arms flew around my neck after I slipped the ring on her left hand. Beliebers from every section cheered, even started chanting “(Y/N) Bieber!”
I could see my friends and family backstage, as well as hers. Everyone was hugging, and calling each other family. I smiled to myself for many reasons. One, being that our marriage proposal would be all over the internet for the rest of eternity. And two, because the love of my life, Mrs. Perfect, my girl, (Y/N), was going to be my wife. Love really was magic. And who knows? I may just have a couple tricks up my sleeve. ;)
justin is the type of boyfriend to interrupt you while you’re speaking by grabbing your chin and kissing your lips or to pull you onto his lap while sitting on the couch or randomly text you like a paragraph on why he loves you so much and call you beautiful like every hour or bringing you out on stage and singing like my favourite girl (aww fetus) to you or you being his ollg
hi, so this is my first follow forever. i find it hard to write cute stuff so i just wanna wish a super merry xmas and a hella new year, i hope this year comes with a lot of blessing for you and your family. i love you a lot and you make my dash so interesting and full of everything, i believe everyone of you is so special tbh. i send you all my love all the way from mexico to wherever you are, stay fab :-)