Autopilot // Eren x Reader

ch2

Your head was pounding before you even opened your eyes. Then came the nausea. How much did you drink last night?

You thanked your past self for investing in blackout curtains. When you finally opened your eyes after rolling around under your sheets for far too long, you missed out on the "blinded by the sun whilst hungover" feeling you had become all too acquainted with in the past two weeks. Feeling around your sheets for your phone, you came up with nothing. Awesome.

What happened last night? You tried to go over the events of the evening in chronological order; ate dinner with Jean, Sasha, and Connie, told them you were going to a party but they all wanted to stay in. You showed up to the frat house, it was completely normal, you had fun, you were eyeing a guy ... Oh.

You fucked a guy. In a closet. You groaned into your pillow. That's what happened. You fucked a guy and then got blackout drunk immediately after. In theory, there wouldn't be that much wrong with a scenario like that. But you had gone there alone, and you were new to the city, and the fact that you made it home safely last night without any sort of encounters - that you could recall - was very surprising.

Scattering your brain to try and recount how you had gotten into your bed safe and sound offered no valuable information. You rolled out of bed with extreme reluctance, but you needed to figure out how you got home, not to mention needing to locate your phone. Pulling on the biggest t-shirt you could find you shuffled out of your messy bedroom.

You had found this place on a Facebook Marketplace ad; "Roommate wanted in 4 Bedroom House." Having lived on the other side of the country, your options were pretty limited in terms of viewing apartments. But it was close to campus, and everyone else living there was going to your same university so you figured it couldn't be that bad. That's how you ended up with Jean Kirstein, Sasha Braus, and Connie Springer as your roommates. It only took one facetime "interview" for them to accept you as their new housemate for the coming school year.

It was evident that the three of them were an inseparable trio, so you tried to stay out of their way. Though, you weren't sure that's what they wanted from you. Most nights, the four of you ate dinner together in the living room watching some SitCom Connie would pick out - rotating who cooked every night. Whenever Jean and Connie would make jokes that were far too boyish, Sasha would give you that warm grin of hers, thankful to finally have another girl in the house.

You liked them, you really did. But it was harder to try to adopt this new personality you were trying to develop around people who saw you 24/7. You had never been the greatest at making friends, but this new version of you was supposed to be more than good at it. It wasn't that you thought the three of them would judge the real you, you just had no idea where to begin with your story. Hey guys, I got my heart shattered four months ago and so I uprooted my entire life to come here. Now I hide my feelings in partying and having sex with strangers. So happy to meet you! Yeah, that wouldn't cut it.

Thankfully, they didn't pry. So you did dinner, and watched shows with them, and listened through the walls as Connie and Sasha fought over who would get to shower before going to the gym every morning. If anything you were just thankful to have people around you who felt real, because you sure as hell didn't feel that way. You reminded yourself that it was for the best. You couldn't deal with the constant crying, the reminiscing on the good times, and the horrible times that you had with Reiner. Shut it off, you told yourself before deciding to move to Arizona. So far, it was working well enough.

You rolled your eyes at yourself. No one was in the hallway that led to all four of your bedrooms but you could hear muffled conversation coming from downstairs. The pounding in your head was growing increasingly worse, you'd be sure to grab Tylenol and water from the kitchen on your excursion to ask if any of your roommates knew how you got home last night.