idontcare-20

~authors note~ Sorry I haven't wrote anything but I dropped my tablet and it wasn't working :( Also school's been a real bitch so far  >:(   The teachers given already 5 projects and only a week to do each!!! It's barely been a month and I'm already feeling stressed!!! :( Anyways enjoy! :) "So today class we are going to pair up and practice reading."Mrs.A said "When I call your name get with your partner." "Jean and Marco" "Christa and Ymir" "Reiner and Bertholdt" "Armin and Eren" "Mikasa and (F/N)" "Sasha and Connie" "OK did I not call anyone's name?" Imediantly Annie raised her hand. "Oh,sorry Annie you can join Reiner and Bertholdt."

  Ok,so maybe you did have a crush on him. But that doesn't matter because the chances of someone's crush liking them back was less than 25%. Like you said maybe you'll get over it. True love isn't real anyways.  You and your mom were driving to the Jaeger's house to pick up Mikasa and Eren for school. Yesterday your mom agreed to take Mikasa and Eren to school and bring them back home. So you got dressed and ready and you and your mom went to pick them up. You wore a pink shirt that looked like a dress and light blue skinny jeans.  When you and your mom finally picked them up you all drove to the school. Mikasa wore a light

~Author's Note~ This is part 1 and I plan to make 2-3 parts (still not sure) If you haven't read the Intro I suggest you please read it Here's the link http://idontcare-20.deviantart.com/art/AU-Eren-x-Reader-True-Love-is-Real-INTRO-480499908 No,your not falling for him....you can't be. Anyways true love isn't real it's all in fairy tails. It's probably some stupid crush that you'll get over in about a week or two. Yea that's what it is....it has to be. Your too young for love,anyways. "OK since we're on the topic of names,how about we go around and introduce ourselves?" She asked "We'll start from the back and work our way to the front".

   ~author's note~ I just wanted to tell you guys that everything in this story is real.everything is real and it happened to me.In the story it's like if i was reader-chan and Eren is the boy that i met.I just wanted to do something interested for my very first deviaton.And since AOT  is my favorite anime and Eren (AkA Jaergerbombastic) is my favorite character,i decided to do it about him.Anyways,hope you all enjoy the story! :)  It's your first day of school in Titan Elementary.You were in second grade and your mom was just dropping you off.  "Bye hunny,hope you have a good first day"Your mom shouted from her car while waving goodbye.

(This doesn't count as a lemon because some of the scenes aren't too bad you've watched anime you can handle this)    I look up to see raindrops splatter all over my car window and I squeeze tightly to the warm hand of the driver ,Eren. On the other hand I hold my phone trying to reach signal to call anybody my parents, the police, my friends, anybody... Finally, the car squealed and we both sigh at the meter of gas pointing directly at E. What do we do?! We are lost somewhere in a forest, our car is out of gas, I can't manage to call anybody, and it's a cold rainy night!!! I look up as our eyes met and sighed. "I'm so sorry ,Eren, if only I

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I groaned at what my younger sister had did to my locker. Glitter caked up all over, pink wallpaper with white polka dots, a mirror that was a light pastel purple, a rainbow dry-erase board and shelves, and both of our names in big fancy letters with hearts all over them. Yes. My sister Ella was sure a masterpiece. I slammed my locker shut and hit my head against it. Why oh why couldn't I have been born the only child? I'm not the type to get down into business girly like this and-as my sister calls it-"Bedazzle" my locker. How the hell did she even get the time to do this? I groaned even louder as I heard her small heels skipping towards me

I wish I was like all of the other girls. Pretty girls. Pretty girls with tiny waists, long hair, beautiful vibrant colored eyes, rich designer  clothes, plump and tiny kissable lips, and a crowd of adorable friends and fans. But god just didn't bless me with those traits. Instead, I have a waist I think is large, [h/l] hair, dull [e/c] eyes, dark colored street-style clothes, dry lips, and no friends at this hell of a school I now go to. I felt like the most ugly girl alive. But why was I worrying about how I looked? I obviously had harder and more horrible problems in my hands right now. I wish I never even came here. I mostly wished my mo