A/n: So I have finally come out to my parents (More or less). This chap was inspired by my experience. Hope ya like ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Teen Vanya x Teen reader
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Straight hair
Straight A's
Straight forward
Straight path
I don't cut corners
I make a point to be on time
Head of the student council
I was the perfect student. I never broke any rules. I am polite to her teachers and peers. I never cause any trouble. Any parent would love for their child to be like me. (sounded kinda bitchy but we gonna ignore that) No matter what I did, I excelled. But it was never enough to satisfy my father Reginald Hargreeves. I would do everything in my power to impress him. I simply was too "ordinary". But I wouldn't give up.
I don't black out at parties
I jam to Paul McCartney
If you ask me how I'm doing I'll say
"Well heh..."
All I had to do was prove I can be just as special as my siblings.
I was adopted when I was two
My parents spoiled me rotten (LIESSSSS)
Most times I ask myself, what did I do to get as far as I've gotten
I place my chemistry book back into its place in my locker. Next was band. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the tile floors catches my attention. I push my dark locks out of my face and look down the hall.
A pretty girl walks past my locker
She had (long/short) (H/C) (braided/ straight/ curly/). Her (dark/bright) (E/C) stared down at her phone. She popped her bubble gum and licked her plump lips. (MY BI HEART CAN'T TAKE IT)
My heart gives a flutter
Heat rose to my cheeks and I tried to look away but couldn't. She wore an older shirt with some band on it, shorts, and converse with scribbles of names on the sides. Her back bag was swung over her shoulder and covered with stickers and pins. One pin, in particular, stood out among the rest. It had a rainbow flag and small white words.
But I don't dare utter a word
Cause that would be absurd behavior for little Miss Perfect
I take my seat in the front of the classroom and set my violin case next to my chair. I scan through a few papers placed on my desk, Mostly about the upcoming concert. The chair at the desk next to me scapes against the floor. I pay no mind to the person until they tap my shoulder. I look up to see the girl from earlier. She smiles and extends a hand. "Hi, I'm Y/n." My hands become sweaty and my heart skips a beat. I look away and carefully shake her hand. "N-Nice to meet you. I'm Vanya." She chuckles and I swear she was glowing.
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Umbrella academy Preferences / imagines (SEASON 2 INCLUDED)
Fanfiction!Please send request! I don't so names because it wouldn't be xreader. So I'm just gonna use Y/N.