SENT(Eren X modern!Reader)

Prologue

Author's Note:

You know all the (Y/N) basic's, most likely, but just in case, here.

(Y/N): Your First Name.

(L/N): Your Last Name.

(E/C): Your Eye Color.

(H/C/L): Hair Color and Length.

(C/C): Chosen Color.

(S/C): Skin Color.

I will add more to this list, should I ever need to use them (any-others).

Also I am truly sorry this chapter is so bloody long! It had to be long, since we are starting off and there is a lot of explaining to do, I have attempted to make it interesting though. Please bare with me! I will make sure to not write any other chapters this long ever again! Gosh! My butt hurts from sitting and writing this! I will post the next chapter ASAP. But first my fingers and backside need a rest. Also bare with the story, it gets into the action quite soon.

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(Y/N) was sprawled out on an armchair. Though it was made out of ugly flannel colors, and a scratchy material, it was her favorite place to sit-or rather-laze around. She was at that moment re-watching her favorite anime of all time, (three guesses what it is) Attack on Titan. She was at the part where Eren is just about to turn into his titan form. She shifted happily, adjusting her flopped out limbs so she could get a better view of the tiny screen resting in her cupped palm.

Eren raised his bloody stump of an arm in the air, saying:

"Hell If I am going to give up! I'll exterminate them!" The tension in (Y/N)'s body was piling up as she got more and more excited. She loved the titan scenes the most, I mean who didn't? She liked Eren and all -though he could be quite aggravating at times- but she loved his titan form, she would fangirl so intensely during those scenes. She felt a little weird about it, but as she had learned many of the Attack on Titan fans felt similarly, her fangirl embarrassment was some what eased. 

"I wont spare a single one."  She squealed a bit. 'God I hate myself!' She thought as he continued to speak.  "I'll make sure of it!"

Then.....

Her vertically risen hand clutching her iPod was suddenly smashed down against her chest, the devise sliding into the crevasse of the couch like chair. (Y/N) was pinned down in such a manner that crippled any movements she attempted to make. Worst of all the weight was centered on her chest rendering her lungs all but useless.

Sitting on her chest was her annoying acquaintance Miehara. Her name was the only thing (Y/N) liked about her, as it sounded Japanese,  though that was a given as the girl's mom was from Japan.

Her presence made absolute sense, since they were at their boarding school, and it was lunch time. Most of her grade would go to their homeroom to eat, which resembled a living room more than a classroom.

Miehara was still crushing (Y/N) with her body weight as she said:

"Watching that anime again! My god (Y/N) you are such a Weeaboo!" Her voice was so load that many of their peers looked over curiously, some had annoyed expressions on their face's. One girl even giggled. (Y/N) could here someone make a harsh comment about Weeaboo's and lesbians. This made (Y/N)'s face redden. She attempted to make a "shhhh" noise but it ended up coming out as a wheezy gush of air. She sounded like the un-dead. Miehara laughed.