brendon urie imagines

Love Yourself

*Trigger Warning*

Aurora's POV:

I heard agitated and aggressive coughing coming from my bedroom. Brendon.

I stood up from the couch and swiftly walked over to the bedroom door, twisting the doorknob and pushing it outwards to reveal Brendon laying in bed.

He was sitting upright, from what I assumed was his coughing.

I sat on the end of the bed after handing him a water bottle, conveniently sitting atop his dresser.

"Baby,", I said, rubbing his back.

"How come you always get the worst coughs whenever you have a cold?", I asked, rhetorically.

Brendon looked up at me with sad eyes as my hand continued to swirl against his back.

"Remember when I had laryngitis?"

I nodded, confused a bit. It was still relevant enough for me to not furrow an eyebrow though. I do that too much, anyways.

"I, uh. I continued smoking.", After he got past the nerve impulse, he said that so casually.

"You what?", I nearly yelled.

He chuckled, emotionlessly and shook his head.

"Why would you do that?", I wondered.

Brendon shrugged.

"I guess it's cause I really don't care."

I paused, thinking of the right thing to say.

And when I couldn't, I realized there was no right thing to say.

So, without thinking, instead I altered with a question.

"Well, do you love yourself?"

He didn't hesitate to say, "Honestly? No, not really at all."

I was taken aback by his statement. How could this perfect man think he wasn't... lovable?

"Why not?"

He shook his head, almost like he was telling me I was wrong. That wasn't what I was supposed to say. I was messing this up.

"I'm like... I'm like an imperfect imposter.", He claims.

I furrow my eyebrows, giving into my confusion.

"An imposter of who?", I counter.

"Someone good enough for you."

At this, I almost audibly laughed.

"Brendon, you believe we were meant for each other, right?"

He nods, reluctantly.

"Then there is no one of us who is any more significant than the other. We are equal. And baby, I love you. I love you so much. For who you are. You're so funny and good-spirited. I love your embrace your smile. I love everything about you. You're too generous and caring and thoughtful. So hot. So, so hot. Like seriously. Like drop-to-your-knees-and-jerk-it-hot. And there's nothing I would change. Like write down my dream guy? Qualities in my dream guy? Well, they have to be Brendon Boyd Urie, or the deal is off. Don't for a second believe I don't care and don't for a second believe you aren't amazing."

I looked down at him.

We were sitting across from each other.

My legs arched up so my feet were on the bed and my knees bent upwards, making an upside down V shape.

He was sitting criss-cross. His hands mindlessly fooled with mine.

Brendon smiled, looking up at me and blushing. His eyes full of tears and his heart full of belief.

"Brendon, can I ask you something?"

He nods.

"If you hated someone-disliked them, would you fuck up their lives?"

His eyebrows twitched together and he slowly shook his head.

"Baby, that's what you're doing to yourself."

Brendon sighed, pulling his head down and nodding.

A placed two fingers under his chin and pulled it up.

"Sweetheart, I don't want you to hate yourself. It tears me apart that you think that way. I'd do anything to change your perspective. Brendon, you are perfect and there's nothing that any fucking magazine company or some stupid studio organization could possibly do to make you any better. Cause, baby, you're already perfect. I haven't met anyone like you. I've never called anyone perfect. Besides you, Brendon Urie. You are perfect."

He smiles, blushing.

"I'll stop smoking."

I nod, encouraging him to go on.

"I'll take care of myself."

I hug him and kiss his neck, softly.

"Thank you so so much, Aurora. You-you changed my life."

Oh my god, is he choking up? I pull away to face him, my arms still on his shoulders.

A tear streams down.

I kiss it.

"Cry if you need to. Sometimes tears can wash away your feelings of pain."

Brendon kisses the back of my hand.

"I love you more than you'll ever know. It's a secret that stays hidden in my chest. You'll find it one day, though, I promise. I'll find a time to show you."

A/N: The ending gave me an idea for another imagine goTTA BLAST. Thanks for reading. I very much like this one.

-Emma💖