seven minutes in heaven eren fanfic (original)

seven minutes in heaven

It was going to be another peaceful night for you. You had your tea, a diffuser full of lavender oil going in your room, your headphones, and your laptop. All you wanted to do on the weekends was binge Netflix and have a moment to yourself. Since the new semester started, you were up to your elbows with work from all your classes. Being that your freshman year had gone so-so regarding your grades, you were determined to do better for your sophomore year. You had your routine and you stuck to it. Although it put a bit of a dent into your social life, you were convinced that this was for the best.

What the hell could this year bring you that was new anyway?

You sipped on your drink and started to slip your headphones over your ear when your roommate Hitch barged in.

"Hey," she said as she closed the door behind her.

Without waiting for your answer, Hitch stripped off all her clothes and started to rummage through her dresser for something new. You learned early on that living with Hitch meant you'd be seeing her nude more times than you wanted.

She was comfortable and confident with herself, though, and you had to admire that.

"Another cozy night in?" she teased as she looked over her shoulder.

"Yes. Another night out?" you countered, making her stick her tongue out at you.

Your roommate during your freshman year was quiet and kept to herself. Naturally, the two of you got along. But then she transferred and you were reassigned a new roommate for the next year. Although you liked Hitch in your own way, she was different from your old roommate. Hitch was far from quiet, and she couldn't keep to herself to save her own life. She loved talking to you even when you wanted quiet, and there was nothing more that she liked than being in your business. That was, when she wasn't going to parties nightly, or bringing different guys and girls back to the room.

You got so used to seeing scrunchies tied around the doorknob in the middle of the day, that the library almost became your second dorm.

She at least had the decency to never take them back to the room when you were asleep though. Then again, you were always asleep before she was.

"God damn it, that's not the dress I want," Hitch muttered to herself.

She tip-toed over to her hamper full of dirty laundry and started to pull through the clothes there. You shook your head as you tried to hold your judgement, but you knew Hitch couldn't care less. Your gaze wandered back to your laptop and the movie you had loaded up, but you were pulled out of your thoughts again when you heard Hitch yell. 

"YES, PERFECT!"

Your eyes darted up to see she was holding up the tightest, shortest piece of clothing she owned. While you were sure it was a simple black tube dress, you swore that from far away it looked more like a top. Hitch jumped into the dress as soon as she found it, then sprayed perfume on it. She gave you a wink when she caught your eye, and grabbed her makeup bag so she could sit on your bed with you as she got ready.

"What movie are you watching tonight?" she asked as she applied some mascara to her lashes.

Unbothered, you simply looked over at her with a smile, both amused and horrified by how unkempt she looked. Her hair looked matted as if she'd just gotten back from a romp with some random person, and as amusing as it was to you, you couldn't let her go out like that.

"Something from Netflix's top 10," you sighed, getting up so you could get a hairbrush for her.

"Thanks, babes. Which gloss?" she beamed at you as she held up two lip glosses that looked a shade or two off from one another.