The Nazi Child and the Instagram Addict (Jacob Thrombey x Reader)

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I was having this huge argument on Twitter with this dude when my parents knocked on my bedroom door. I was slightly pissed off by this guy so I sighed and put down my phone.
"Door's unlocked!" I shouted, making my sentence sound a bit more rude than I anticipated. My parents came in and sat on either side of me. I turned off my phone and sighed.
"What happened?" I asked. My parents kept exchanging uncomfortable looks.
"What, am I being kicked out of the house or something?" I asked, a bit more tense now.
"No, honey, it's not that. Harlan is..he's dead." My mom said, trying to hold back a tear. My dad grabbed her hand. Harlan was dead.
"No..you're lying." I said, hoping this was some sort of joke. If it was, then I would've been hella mad. Like, hella mad. It wasn't a joke. The next day, my parents and I drove a good six hours all the way to the Thrombey residence. I got along with most of the family members there. Great Nana was my favorite. So was Marta. She wasn't technically related to them, but she was practically family. The only person I really hadn't interacted with was the Nazi child. Or Jacob. I prefer to call him Nazi child, as everyone else does. The only time I ever spoke to him was when it was Harlan's 85th birthday party. I caught him looking at pictures of dead deer and decided to tease him because of it. I spent the entire car ride on my phone, still having that heated Twitter argument with that guy. Son of a bitch. We parked in front of the Thrombeys' mansion and greeted everyone. As soon as I saw Marta, I immediately ran up to her and hugged her.
"Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded as she went off to greet Meg. I also got along pretty well with Meg. I followed my parents inside where they were talking to Walt. You see, my parents were really close to the Thrombeys', so we visited them almost every Saturday. To be honest, it was pretty boring there. Marta is normally busy looking after Harlan, and Big Nana was too busy...being Big Nana. I just played on my phone the entire time and occasionally would play with their dogs.
"Oh, and sweetie, we're staying here for a while. You'll be sharing a room with Jacob." My dad said. I internally cringed at the thought. Me sharing a room with the Nazi child. No way in hell I was going to let that happen. Two teenagers in one room, you know shit's about to go down.
"Dad, I-" I started, but he cut me off.
"It's only for a little while. Like, a month or so. At least. Until then, just shut up and go upstairs." My dad said before patting my back and heading off to find someone. He just completely blew me off! I rolled my eyes and headed up to Jacob's room. Great. Just great.