The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Peter Brady

y/n= your name

e/c= eye colour

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Your POV:

Late, again. It's the 3rd time this week. Dinner is sitting in kitchen cooling down. The day was busy washing Peter's cheap perfume scented, lipstick stained shirts and cooking for him.  You plonk onto the couch with a sigh. 'Does he really love me?' The thought buzzes through your mind. Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by the front door. It causes you to sit up. "Hey future wife" he cheerfully greets before he throws himself next to you. 

Said I'd never leave her 'cause her hands fit like my T-shirt
Tongue tied over three words, cursed
Running over thoughts that make my feet hurt
Bodies intertwined with her lips

"We need to talk." you reply emotionless, starring straight in front of you. The worry becomes evident on his face. "We need to break up" you say. "Wh-what." He couldn't believe the words coming out from your mouth. "I said we need to break up Peter." You state looking into his brown eyes. Yours start to water. "But why? We're perfect for each other. I thought everything was going smoothly." Peter says. He places his hand on your knee. 

Now she's feeling so low since she went solo
Hole in the middle of my heart like a polo
And it's no joke to me
So can we do it all over again?

"Peter you don't love me anymore!"you exclaim while standing. "Don't you see that?" you say clearly upset. This feels like a bullet has been shot straight through your heart. "Babe don't be stupid, I love you so much." he says trying to convince you but it doesn't sound right. "Peter I know you're cheating. You don't love me as much as her (or him- we don't discriminate)" I say as tears slowly start to fall. "Look I'll try and be a better boyfriend just please don't leave me!"

If you're pretending from the start like this
With a tight grip, then my kiss can mend your broken heart
I might miss everything you said to me

I shake my head and walk to the window. Silence fills the room. "How long Peter? How long was this going on for?" you say starring out to the city filled with other's being in the same position as you. "Y/n-" "HOW LONG?" you yelled while turning to face him. He's now standing with his head down clearly embarrassed and ashamed. "3 months." Peter mumbles. He starts to look at you and steps closer. You're stuck, your legs won't let you move. Eventually Peter is standing in front of you leaning in to connect your lips. Instead of kissing back like normal you pull away. "You can't kiss it better Peter, not this time." you start to walk away but his hand stops you. He pulls you close to him.  

And I can lend your broken parts
That might fit like this
And I will give you all my heart
So we can start it all over again

"Y/n please, I can fix this. Give me another chance." he says. His eyes full of tears and one slips. It falls down his cheek and onto his shirt. "I promise, I'll give everything to you, no one else." There goes another tear. 

Again can we take the same road two days in the same clothes?
And I know just what she'll say if I can make all this pain go
Can we stop this for a minute?
You know, I can tell that your heart isn't in it or with it

"Peter we can't do this again. Even if we try it won't be the same." you say. Both of your faces are tears stained. "Y/n you're not trying to-" he starts "PETER YOU NEVER TRIED!" you yell back, definitely startling him. "You're heart was with her, not me."

Tell me with your mind, body and spirit
I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British
Whether we're together or apart
We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start