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...
"Help! Help! Help!" you called out while smoke filled your lungs. Your vision was blurry, the thick layer of smoke blocking your airways. The wooden structure of your house was burning to ashes. Everyone else in your house had gotten out but you were stuck. You could hear the cries of your worried mother. Uncontrollable coughing for what felt like your last breaths.
The sirens wailed throughout the streets. Members of your neighbourhood had gathered around the house intrigued to the fire. Becoming weaker by the second you were thinking you wouldn't make it. You were blacking out while crawling to an exit.
"NO PETER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" you heard from outside the house, but there was no response. 'Was this Peter Brady? Your arch nemesis?' you thought before having another coughing fit. "Y/n, Y/n are you hear?" he yells hoping for you to respond. There was no hope in you answering. You heard quick footsteps. "Y/n!" he found you on the ground in a corner. Peter ran to you trying not to burn with the house. You felt his strong, muscular arms scooping you up fainting.
No ones POV:
Peter carefully out of the house with both of you covered in soot. He carried y/n towards her family exhausted.
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"My baby!" M/n cried holding you in her arms. "Oh thank you Peter! How could we ever repay you?" M/n said with the tears running down from her eyes. "It's truely alright Mrs l/n, but we should probably call a doctor." "Please, call me M/n."
** 2 weeks later **
Your POV:
You eyes opened with your head pounding like crazy. You look around to see him, your saviour sitting next to the bed. He was asleep. "Peter?" you croak out feeling terrible. "Y/n!" he rushes to your side hoping you are ok. You slowly nod. "Question, where am I?" you ask clearly confused. "Oh, you're in an apartment that your parents are renting for the time being." Peter replies sounding sincere. "M/N! Y/N IS AWAKE!" he yells while you cover your ears. "OWWWW Peter!" giving him a stern look. "Oh sorry Y/n." he says with a soft smile. Your mother and father rush to your side checking if you're ok.
** few hours later **
"I think she needs to stay home for the rest of the week." "Thanks doctor." You say as he leaves the room and out the front door. Out of the corner of your eye you see Peter starring at you. Your head turns towards him causing his to look away. A smile comes to your face as you look down with a blush rising to your cheeks. 'WHY AM I BLUSHING! OMG AM I CRUSHING ON PETER!' you internally freak out. How could you like the boy you hate? "M/n and Mr l/n, do you mind leaving us for a moment? I would like a private word with Y/n." The boy asks with hopeful eyes. "Yes, of course." Nervousness fills your stomach as you parents leave the room. "Y/n?" while crouching beside you. The call of your name makes you look up. "I know we haven't had the best start, but I-I-I" He looks looks and lets out a breath that he seems to have been holding. "I like you and I-" you couldn't control yourself and you just pulled him into a kiss. He kissed after realising what was happening. A smile was glued to your lips as you pulled away. "Be mine?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't want to be anyone else's." you reply leaning in for another kiss.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry if this was crap but I started to write this in history. I'm not feeling well so I hope ill be able to write some more chapters.
Sorry if this is annoying but please request ideas!!!!!!
Do it for your sick sister #sisterjames #jamescharles #brotherian
