Search & Seizure (Brendon Urie Fanfiction)

Finding Support

It takes a long time for the radio interview incident to die down. It was kind of interesting to see that almost all the comments completely trashed the radio station. You're used to the internet having mixed reactions, but this was different. Nearly everyone was coming to your defense, praising Brendon for how he handled the situation and offering kind words of support to you. It was a much-needed reminder of the good in the world.

Emma came to visit, checking to see how you were doing and having a fun girl day. You were so happy to have an amazing best friend.

You were also happy to see Tim was fired from his job. The selfish part of you hopes he ends up making minimum wage at a job he hates. You knew that was a mean thing wish upon anyone, but your anger had to seep out somewhere. Fucking asshole.

A couple weeks later, you had come home from grocery shopping and Brendon was sitting on the couch.

"Hey babe?" he asked.

"What's up?" You replied, setting the last of the groceries down on the counter and walking over to him.

He had a serious, unsure kind of look on his face and you were a little worried. You sat down next to him.

"I know it's really hard for you sometimes," He started carefully, "And I know you can feel really alone."

You nod. It's true–epilepsy was very isolating. It feels like no one really knows how it feels to live in constant fear of having seizures. You remember telling him about it when you had your meltdown. You wonder where he's going with all this.

Brendon pulled his laptop out from next to him and opened the screen.

"So I looked around and found out that there's actually an epilepsy support group in the area," He looked at you cautiously, "I was thinking it might be nice to have people who can truly connect with and help you."

He saw tears pooling in your eyes.

"It's not because I think you're crazy, or that you're weak!" He jumped in quickly, panicking that he may have hurt your feelings. "You don't have to, it was just an id–"

He is cut off as you throw yourself into him, arms wrapping around him.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You choke, "Like, I must have been a saint in a previous life or something."

"Aw babe," he chuckled.

You lean back a little and take his face in your hands and squish it.

"You are the sweetest human," you said, "Of course I want to go, I think it's exactly what I need. I love you so much." You plant a quick kiss on his lips and release him.

"I love you too, Y/n," He gazed at you with a smile.

You never knew you could love someone this much. You realize you're straddling him.

Perfect.

You reattach your lips to his and lace your fingers through his hair, pushing your body against his. He is very pleased with this unexpected turn of events. You grind down on his lap and he sighs a bit, pulling away.

"I guess I should offer you psychiatric intervention more often?" he giggled.

You just smiled back at him and dove back in.