Band Imagines

Brendon Urie - (Tree)House Of Memories***

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Yep || Hi there i really love your fics esp smuts can i request a virgin smut where the reader is brendon's bestfriend and her parents are emotionally degrading her. It can be angsty or not thank youu im shy so im anon || Hi precious i love your works so much can i have a high school au brendon smut where they are best friends and reader was emotionally degraded by her family pleaseee

Warning(s): NSFW || smut, emotional abuse. it's really gentle so there isn't any big kink warnings.

Okay, so this request (both of them) has (have) been in my inbox for a really long time, and I finally got to one of them, therefore I was able to write them both. (As you know, I work from oldest request to newest and if there are similar ones, I try to incorporate them both.) These are extremely similar requests as you can clearly see, so I guess either two people wanted exactly the same thing, or someone really wanted it. Either way, here it is. But if you do send a request, please only send it once. I promise I'll get to it. Also please remember to only send them in when requests are open, otherwise I just delete the request without answering it. This one is really sweet and kinda has a backstory and a lot of description before the smut so it's a long lead up. As always, enjoy. xx

One question. It all started with one question.

"Why do we always hang out in this treehouse? You have a bedroom, right?" Brendon asked a simple question. The two of you were sitting on the edge of the small deck that wrapped around a treehouse you've had since you were a kid. Your legs were dangling off the edge, swinging right next to Brendon's.

This treehouse was everything to you. When you were little, it was a princess castle, or a space ship, or it was the only house left on planet earth as you fought for survival. But now that you're older, it was a hideaway from your parents when they were yelling at you, or screaming about how worthless you were. It was a place to be safe, and feel like you mattered. Neither one of your parents trusted the old and warped wood. Neither of them felt it was safe enough to climb the wooden ladder to the treehouse, let alone enter it and walk around. Therefore, it was your only escape from them.

You and your best friend, Brendon, had no problem climbing it, hanging out there, and even having a few small get togethers with his bandmates or your small group of friends. There had been a few tiny parties, but nothing major. More so just a group of teens with a 24 pack of beer and a few joints to pass.

You knew that one day, the wood would probably rot out and break, but for now it was safe and it was all you had left that really brought you happiness at your house.

But last week, your parents informed you that they would be tearing it down at the end of the summer, which was the end of this month. So you and Brendon have been spending every free minute you could up there.

Brendon never knew about how your parents treated you, simply because they wouldn't physically abuse you. They didn't want any evidence like broken bones or bruises. Instead, they used words and phrases, and the way they acted to ruin your mind and treat you like shit.

"Of course I have a bedroom. I just don't wanna be in my house any more than I have to. So the treehouse... it's just... all I have left of happiness at this stupid house. At the end of the month my family is tearing it down, and I won't have an escape. So I want to be in here as much as I possibly can for as long as I can." And you nodded towards the pile of blankets inside the little room, sort of getting at the point that you'd even been sleeping out here lately.

"What do you mean by an escape?"

It slipped. The words came out. Immediately, you wished you could re-word it, explain it a little better without having to inform him of the hell you went through, and continue to go through.