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birthday with you {part two} - josh dun

part two of the two part imagine requested by APoorUnfortunateSoul ! hope you enjoy the ending, love.

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You sat in the area where your birthday party was being held, depressed. It was your birthday today, and your friends were throwing you a party. There would be food, presents, people, drinks, but no Josh, which made you even more sad.

Your friends tried to cheer you up, by throwing you the party, trying to make you laugh, and offer to get you stuff, but nothing worked. Josh made you so happy, and you screwed it all up. You were never going to see him again.

You saw your friends in the corner looking excited. You walked over with a raised eyebrow and crossed your arms. "What?" You asked. They quickly replied with, "Nothing!"

You rolled your eyes and went back to pouting by yourself on the couch. This night was going to suck.

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A few hours later, the party had started. There were bunches of your friends, family, and co-workers. They were celebrating you, yet you weren't happy. When you looked over at the presents, there was one that caught your eye. It was in a red bag. You walked over and picked it up, spotting a card. You didn't want to ruin it, so you tore your eyes away from looking at it and walked back to the couch.

People were constantly greeting you and wishing you happy birthday. You tried to smile and respond with a thanks. It was just hard.

Opening gifts commenced, and your friends practically shoved the gift that you were looking at earlier into your face. You caught it and looked at them in suspicion. It was light and full of wrapping paper. You took the card out and opened it, reading it out loud, then slowly stopping your voice somewhere in the middle as you covered your mouth.

Dear Y/N,
Happy birthday, baby. Can I still call you that? Anyway, I'm sorry about telling you I couldn't come. I was in Europe, and after the call and I threw my phone down and demanded a flight back home. I got it. Look in the bag then turn around. I love you.
Love, your (still) boyfriend,
Josh

You looked inside the bag to find the cap that he always wore when he was with you, your favorite one. You covered your mouth again, and turning around. There he was. You jumped over the couch and ran into his arms, his engulfing your body in a hug, as everyone cheered. You cried happily into his black sweater, mumbling, "you came..." over and over again.

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Toward the end of the party, there were occasional slow dances. Josh dragged you out onto the grass for one of the songs, despite your argues. He grinned and pulled you close, his hands on your waist. You eventually gave in and put your arms around his neck as you two swayed softly.

Around the middle of the song, you looked over at Mark (ReelBearMedia) and saw he was recording. You just thought he was recording for fun, until Josh directed your attention back on him.

"Hey, I want to ask you something." He smiled softly. You nodded, signaling for him to go on.
"Okay...Y/N, we've had our ups and downs, but we love each other, right? Anyway, I love you so much and you make me so happy. When I'm with you, I love waking up to see your beautiful face and kissing your soft lips. I love walking around with your hand in mine, and I love watching you smile at me, because I know I was the cause of that beautiful smile. My question is," he let go on your waist and got down on one knee, making you stumble back and cover your mouth, "will you marry me, Y/N L/N?"

Tears spilled from your eyes as you nodded quickly, screaming a yes. He stood up and slipped the ring on your finger. You kissed him, and he stumbled back and had to regain his balance before he could kiss back.

He loved you, and you loved him. It was confirmed now.