The Brady Bunch imagines (X READER)

Peter Brady

y/n= your name

l/n= your last name

e/c= eye colour

WARNING: a few big boy words

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Your POV:

Beside you stands your best friend Peter Brady as you stare down the classroom door. "I can't do this." you say fighting your anxiety. Today was the day of your heavily weighted IOC. An oral presentation. Your wright the presentation for 20 minutes, speak for 8 which then questions on the poem are followed and finally finishes with a 10 minute discussion on either a play or a novel you have studied in your English literary class (BTW these things actually do exist, I have the real deal in a couple of weeks!). You feel him hold your hand to try and calm you down. "Hey, don't say that. Of course you can. I didn't sit in your room listening you babble on about Gwen Harwood." He replies chuckling towards the end. It was cute. "But Peter" you turn to face him. "Those were all just practices. I don't know what I'm getting once I step foot in that classroom."  Worry fills your voice and you feel sick to your stomach. He looks deep into your e/c eyes which almost makes you feel better.  "Y/n" he says cupping your face in his hands. "Trust me, you can do this. You have prepared so much. So you are going to step into that classroom and kickass. Plus I will be right here when you have finished." he continues before planting a kiss on your forehead. He lets go of your face allowing you to nod and turn towards the door. 

You take a step towards that door and feel sick, as if you could throw up. Slowly you take another and open the door. You see and empty classroom with one desk full of turned over pieces of paper with pencils. Your English teacher stands out the front attempting to welcome you. You take a deep breathe and go to turn over a piece of paper revealing one of the poems. Each moment becomes harder and you want to cry. Slowly you sit and pick up the pencil. You sat there pencil in hand frozen. "Y/n" your teacher calls which you can hear off in the distance. You are unable to reply but your hand begins to tremble and a tear runs down your cheek. Calls of your name repetitively flow out of your teachers mouth but there is still no response from you. As each second passes it becomes increasingly difficult to breathe. 

Suddenly your body takes off and runs out of the classroom. Tears are streaming down your face. Peter notices you race out of the classroom and follows you worried. While you direct yourself to the main entrance of the school your hear a voice yelling something but you can't make out who it is or what they are saying. Suddenly your legs stop you at the entrance stairs and you collapse to the floor. Tears fall uncontrollably from your e/c eyes. You hear another pair of feet stop behind you causing you to see who it is. Peter is standing there clearly out of breath from trying to stop you.  Once he re-gains his breath he walks over and cradles you in his strong arms. 

"Hey hey hey Y/n." His gentle voice rings through your ears as you continue to cry soaking his shirt. Minutes pass and you are still crying and it further worries Peter. He tries to pull you away from him which he struggles. Finally he is able to peel you away and holds your shoulders as you sit directly opposite him still sobbing. He tries to look into your eyes but it's impossible with the state you are in. He tries many techniques to calm you down but all fail. He was left to try one thing he never thought of ever doing. He begins to lean in and passionately kisses you on the lips hoping it would distract you. Your felt his warm lips on yours taking you by surprise. Slowly you begin to kiss back before he pulls away. He seems shocked. "Y/n?" you says questioning everything that has happened in the last 10 minutes. His eyes stare deeply into yours full of love and worry. "I'm sorry." You reply and turn you tear-stained face away. "My anxiety got really bad and before I knew it you were here and well yeah." You reply slowly getting quieter towards the end. Peter takes two fingers and places them under your chin. "Hey, I understand." You can't tell he genuinely cares as he embraces you once more.

You two sat in silence, he was comforting you by running his finger through your hair, before you asked "Why did you kiss me?"  You look up towards him. "Why did you kiss back?" "I asked you first." You pull away and face him. "I kissed you because well I thought it would distract you." he says awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck. "It definitely did. You're a good kisser." The tension become greater between you. "I also may have done it because I like you, more than a best friend." He admits looking to the ground. You at him with wide hopeful eyes. "Peter? To answer your question from before, I kissed back because I like you too."  He looks up with red cheeks. "So I guess you would n't mind if I did this?" Peter slowly leans in giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. You smile a little into the kiss. You both pull away but rest your foreheads again each others. "Thank you Peter, for everything." you whisper starring into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. 

"Anything for you Y/n, anything for you..." 

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Thanks @-dolenz- for the request! It was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed, sorry if it's slightly short. 

So this term I have really been struggling with life- especially with school. I have basically been stressed since the first day of term 2 and I will probably continue to feel stressed until the end of term. Before starting, I knew that yr 12 was going to be hard and even harder due to IB but now everything (not Corona) is really hitting hard. Everyone is telling me that I have to just deal with it and that I'm not the only yr 12 out there and I understand completely that but it's just reality is hitting and I really just don't know how to even deal. Just waking up and going to school appears to be more of a chore than usual and I don't know what to do. What's worse my grades are dropping, I'm getting less sleep and I'm really starting to not care about life but extra scared to hand up assignments. none off this makes sense!  Ugh, I legit just hate everything right now and constantly feel like crying. Even if someone mentions/sets a test I get nervous and tear up.

Sorry for that rant but what I was trying to get at is that requests are still open but don't expect to be written immediately or uploaded as fast as they used to be.