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The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Rastgele

Just randomly started to write these imagines. I wanted to write these so we could remember this wonderful and magical TV show. I will only be writing imagines on Greg, Peter and Bobby. Send in imagine ideas if ya want. Honestly, I don't really know...

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Peter Brady

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by Thethrowbackfangirl

by Thethrowbackfangirl

y/n= your name

l/n= your last name

f/n= friends name

Song inspiration: Alphabet boy-Melanie Martinez

WARNING: LANGUAGE and it's kinda long.

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Your POV:

You're always aiming paper airplanes at me when you're around
You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down
You can crush my Candy Cane but you'll never catch me cry
If you dangle that diploma and I deck you, don't be surprised

Ever since you started school you had been the smartest in your class. Well so you thought. You had to share the title of 'smartest student' with someone else. You hated him, Peter Brady. He was the one who shared the 'smartest student' title with. There was always competitive vibe between you too. Always battling for the highest grade in the class. Sometimes you got it, sometimes it was him. Peter and you would bicker before getting assignment/test back.

"Y/n L/n, ready to get the second best score?" The smart arse cooed. "I'm sorry what was that Peter Brady I don't speak second best." You fired back with a smirk. Your teacher Dr Tennant gave back your test, then Peter's. "2 marks off that's not too bad." You said to your friend f/n. "Well not good enough to beat me, I only got a mark off." Peter said smugly. He held it out. You turned around to see the 49/50. "Let me see that." You said nearly grabbing the paper but you were too late. He grabbed it away before you did. "Sorry Y/n, but it looks like you're going to have to try harder." And with that he walked away leaving you with steam coming out of your ears.

I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me
I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy

Thankfully it was time for your best class, English. Yet again you were getting another assignment. This time you knew you were going to beat him, this was his worst while this was your best subject. Well one of your best subjects. The assignments is placed in your hands, you flip it it over revealing full marks. "And yet again y/n l/n beats the Peter Brady!" You say with a smile across your face. "Well that's only because this is your best subject." He says back. "Whatever, anyway what did you write your poem about?" He looks embarrassed. "What is it a love poem?" You say sarcastically. "No, anyway why do you care?" He said. "I-I urrr dont." But you did you care?" Just at that moment the bell went off signally another lesson before lunch.

I'm not a little kid now
Watch me get big now
Spell my name on the fridge now
With all your alphabet toys
You won the spelling bee now
But are you smarter than me now?
You're the prince of the playground
Little alphabet boy

Apples aren't an always appropriate apologies
Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are bittersweet to me
You call me a child while you keep counting all your coins
But you're not my daddy and I'm not your dolly
And your dictionary's destroyed

Finally it was lunch. Best time of the day. Your friends were all talking about there assignments and all the teachers were harsh markers. "Hey y/n what did you get history?" Melissa asked. You stoped eating your toffee apple and looked at f/n. "Peter beat her by one mark." F/n said disappointedly. They all knew how pissed you were every time he beat you. "Wow this toffee apple had suddenly tasted gross." You pick up your plate to put it in the bin. While turning around you bumped into Peter. "What are you doing here?" You say sourly. "Y/n i think we need to tal-" " I don't think we need to talk about anything. Just go back and learn how to English." You say and storm off to put the disgusting lunch in the bin, ignoring what he said.

I know my ABC's, yet you keep teaching me
I say, fuck your degree, alphabet boy
You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry
Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy

Peter's POV:
My mates and I were talking about test results and shit like that. I was busy starring at someone. A pure goddess. "Hey Pete who you looking at?" Daniel says. I snap back and stop looking at her. "Ohh um no one." No one bought it. They were looking over in that direction. "Were you looking at y/n?" My eyes widened. 'They can't know I like y/n.' I thought. "Pfffft no. I hate her." I say regretting it. "You like y/n. You like y/n!" Daniel yells slightly laughing. "Shhhhhhhhh I don't need her knowing, anyways she hates my guts." I say looking upset. "Dude just go talk to her. Just say you wanna sort out your problems." Daniel pushes me towards her and the butterflies were forming. "Y/n i think we need to tal-" but I was cut off by the angelic voice. "I don't think we need to talk about anything. Just go back and learn how to English." This hurt. It really cut me deep. "Well I don't need you and you're not as smart as you think."

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Your POV:
After a tiring day of school I walked home and started on my homework. I was half done until I got distracted by a thought. "Why am i so rude to him?" You thought. It made you upset. You went down to get a snack to get yourself focusing on more important things.

Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
Alphabet boy
My alphabet boy
Oh oh

It was 7:00 and I still wasn't finished my homework. "Ugh why is this taking you so long." You exclaim. 'Tap tap tap tap.' There was a knocking come from your window. You walk over to the window to see Peter standing on the ladder. You open the window. "What the hell are you doing here?!" You hiss at him. "Like I said we need to talk." I felt sorry for the boy. "Ok then, come in." He climbed in the window and sat on your bed.

"So start talking." You say trying to act tough. You felt something that you never normally felt around him. It was butterflies. 'Oh shit, I think I like Peter Brady.' You scaring yourself by that thought. "So are you-" your cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips. 'HOLY SHIT PETER IS KISSING ME!!!' You thought and immediately kissed back. He pulls away in shock. "You kissed back?!" He exclaimed. "Well yeah, I guess I want to apologise about how I've acted. I guess I was really trying to hide that I like you." You say sincerely. "I guess I wanted to apologise too. But do you know what would make me feel better." "And what would that be Mr Brady?" You say with the same cheeky tone as him. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He says with a smile. "Of course." And with that it was sealed with a kiss.

"I guess Peter Brady is my alphabet boy...."

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Ok, I hope y'all liked this, if not I'm sorry.