The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Peter Brady

y/n= your name

e/c= eye colour

f/b= favourite band

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Your POV:
You were waiting for Peter to come home from work. Cooking a pasta, his favourite. It was 6:00 which was abnormal. He's usually home at 5:30. Your anxiety was slowly rising. "Just be calm, he probably got held up at work no need to panic."

Not long after you hear the front door open and his voice. "Hunny I'm home." Rings throughout the house. You run up to him and jump into his up. Relief washes over you. You start to kiss all over his face. "Wow, someone is happy to see me." He jokes. "I was starting to wonder what had happened to you." You reply trying to cover your worry. He laughs knowing you were getting scared. He lets you down onto your feet.

"It's fine. Actually I was late because well," He sounds a bit unsure causing you to worry. 'Did he cheat on me?' 'Does he not love me anymore?' 'Did he ever like me?' These questions racing through your mind. The worry shows on your face. "Y/n no need to freak out, I didn't cheat on you. I love you too much to do anything like that." He says looking into your e/c eyes. "I love you too. Now why were you late mister?" "Well what would you do if I told you I had 2 tickets to see f/b?" I look at him slight confused. "Peter I would tell you that's bullshit because their concert is sold out." He shakes his head and laughs in response to my answer. "Well what are these." He shows 2 rectangles of cardboard reading 'f/b world tour. Row A seat 30'. Your e/c eyes widen and you mouth drops. "Holy shit!" You start to smile. "How did ya get these, the concert has been sold out for months?" "Well I know a guy who know a a guy who knows a guy." He laughs. "Peter this is amazing. I love you so much." You give him a hug and kiss his pink soft lips. "I love you too my beautiful princess, I love you too." After letting go you grab the tickets and run to the fridge yelling "I AM GOING TO F/B!" You left a happy laughing Peter near the front door before he chased after you into the kitchen.

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Right, wrote this on the plane to Sydney (which was a few days ago, whoops!) Sorry if it was shit. I wrote it to help my anxiety. Weird is though I like flying and I don't know why my anxiety is playing up. Oh well, whateverrrrrrr.