TW FOR VIOLENCE
"There she is! Just look at her. She just screams 'daddy's money.' It's no wonder she's popular with the boys."
"God, does she ever even talk to anyone?"
"Bet she thinks she's all that, y'know? Just because she was born with a power."
"Geez, what a bitch."
"Careful not to let her hear you. Who knows what crazy shit she'd do if she knew what people really think of her."
Girls snickered amongst themselves and averted their gazes to the lockers, while boys stared intensely, shamelessly scanning over (Y/n)'s form with their eyes. It felt as if no matter where she went, all focus was on her. The hallways were quickly hushed and every head turned in her direction as she came and went about her buisness. Needless to say, school was shit.
Naturally, when she first came out publically as a hero, everyone wanted to be her friend. How else would a bunch of malicious pre-teens react to a celebrity attending the same school as them? It was a higher class school, but still.
Kids were ruthless. No one could focus, and so (Y/n) was pushed into private lessons in the Library, seperate from her peers.
She didn't understand why her father wouldn't let her attend lessons with the Hargreeves or simply homeschool her, but it was whatever.
She hurried through the halls each morning as fast as she could, and locked herself away in the library for majority of the day. Boys would yell seggestive things in her direction or chase after her, offering to hold her things, but Hargreeve advised her to treat them as she treated paparazzi.
Her teachers forbid other students to enter while she was in there, but every once and a while a sweet kid or two, the stereotypical "social outcasts," would pop their head in to say hello or offer her company as she ate lunch. It was awkward sometimes, but she appreciated that they were polite and never asked questions that were too personal.
Other than that, (Y/n)'s school life was pretty isolated.
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"And this is...?"
"Ah, yes!" (Y/n)'s father motioned for the teenage boy to step foreword. "This is (Y/n)'s older brother, my son."
The boy's eye twitched at the familiar title.
(Y/n)'s older brother
It was always (Y/n)'s older brother.
Even when (Y/n) was with them, their father always introduced her firsts It was always '(Y/n) and her brother,' never 'my children' or 'my son and his younger sister.'
That's right, he was the elder of the two, so shouldn't he be introduced first? He was the one to inherent his father's line of work, after all. It was disheartening and it left him irked, yet he said nothing. He couldn't. His father wouldn't love him anymore if he did. He should be grateful, shouldn't he?
At least that's what his father always told him. And who was he to question his dad?
(Y/n)'s brother exhaled softly and held out his hand for his father's colleague to shake, resuming his usual upbeat, unbothered facade.
But the truth was that instead he was boiling, burning, even. It felt like his soul was ablaze with jealousy and a hatred or his sister that was beginning to grow more each day. Yet, part of him still loved her. He was fell aware of how much she adored him.
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Wherever You Are (Umbrella Academy Five x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was one of the lucky 43 children mysteriously born on October 1, 1989. Her parents however, refused to give her up to Hargreeves, but her father still allowed him to train her. Things were going well for (Y/n), until a series of events leads t...
