The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Greg Brady

y/n= your name

e/b= european background (eg German)

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Your POV:
Another Sunday night of e/b dancing practice. You were bored out of your brains but you had to do it, for your Mum. She was the dance teacher so you were basically forced to do it. Today's practice had to be done outside due to a meeting happening inside, it was all last minute. The group mainly consisted of girls with only a few boys. Your mother asked for you to get a more boys to join. You asked your friends, the rebels of the school. The big tough bad boys and you were not to be messed with. You weren't expecting them to say yes, but surprisingly they did. Being who they are you they were joking. Next thing you know you see a blue car pull up carrying the 4 boys. You mouth hit the floor in shock. They got out of the car looking pissed as. "Hey Jake" You say happily giving the larger boy a hug. You and Logan do your 'secret' handshake as per usual.

"Oi Brady, do I not get a hello?" You yell to the leader of the group. Greg Brady was the scariest out of them all. He has a tough home life and brings that anger out on the kids at school. Greg generally didn't show his emotions unless it was anger towards fandoms at school or kindness towards the group. Although he is an asshole, he is the most handsome asshole you've ever met. Greg makes his way over to you giving you a hug. "Hey y/n." He says while letting go of your petite figure before joining the others. Last but not least came Owen. Now, Owen is a hormonal teenager with mental issues. He has medicine to help him, but he rarely takes it. "Hi y/n." He says putting his arms out for a hug but instead puts your head in a headlock. You start screaming telling him to let go. Owen pulls a knife from his pocket and starting cutting 3 lines on your hairline. The blood poured out of your face. "OWEN WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" You yell (well at least try to) at him. This caught the attention of all your other friends. You escape his grasp by kicking your leg back, hitting his baby makers. He groans and falls to the floor while you hold your bleeding head and running to the hall. Logan, Jake and Greg follow you, clearly worried. You ignored the calls of you name and burst through the door of the hall. You see napkins on a table surrounded by 3 ladies who were now looking at you. They gasped. You pushed passed them using the napkins to stop the bleeding. "I don't feel too-" You say before blacking out, nearly hitting the floor. Before you hit the floor a strong pair of arms catch you. It was Greg.

*1/2 an hour later*

You wake up with a screaming headache and Greg, Jake, Logan and the ladies surrounding you. You sit up slowly and ask what happened. The boys explained while the ladies were talking to your parents. "Omg guys are you ok, those black eyes, where did you get them?!" Worry filled your voice. "We just gave Owen a taste of his own medicine." Replied Jake with a giggle with the unintentional pun. "Boys, go inform y/n parents about what happened. I need to talk to her in private." Greg orders, they nod and leave.

All of a sudden Greg noticeably becomes nervous. This confused you. He was only ever pissed or nice, mostly pissed. "Greg are you alright?" You asked the poor boy and placed your hand on his arm. A bunch of butterflies erupted from your stomach. "Y/n, ok I-I-I need to tell you something important, please don't laugh." You were starting to get worried, he was never like this. "I like you, no sorry I think I love you." He said looking into your eyes hopefully. You smiled. This warmed your heart. "Greg, I think I love you too." You say. A smile appeared on his gorgeous face. "May I?" He asked. 'Why must this boy have so many questions' you thought. In response you nodded and Greg closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips were in sync. You pulled away for air. "Princess, you're mine and only mine." A blush appeared on your face from the nickname and kissed him passionately. It was perfect. This was perfect. He was perfect.

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RIGHT, so this was also based on another dream I had last night, yet again not exact. This why it was slightly weird.

I'm becoming concerned, I'm having so many dreams involving the Bowers gang from IT (2017). I mean I don't mind cause they are hot.

Send requests please!!!🖤🖤🖤

Here are photos of the Bowers gang for inspiration