Romanticist - [connie springer x reader] NSFW

Part 10 [NSFW]

You had barely gotten any sleep that night. You waited for Eren to text you the whole day, desperately trying to refocus your anxious energy anywhere else that you could. You wondered if he would even text you that night at all, or if he always intended on waiting until the next day to hit you up. It wasn't until you were finally dozing off around 2AM that the phone chime rang through your ears, immediately erasing any exhaustion that you felt beforehand. His text was a jumbled mess which you found endearing, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was just as nervous as you were for the night ahead.

Eren: "Hey its me Eren, sorry for texting so late I wasn't sure if you'd be busy so I didn't want to bother. Not sure if you're even up, but if you are I just wanted to say i'm really looking forward to tomorrow, have a good night. I'll text you sometime tomorrow."

You couldn't help but crack a smile reading his jumbled words and you mentally replied, not wanting to embarrass him by letting him know that you were in fact awake and watching him cutely embarrass himself. The thought of him being just as nervous as you were lifted a huge weight off of your shoulders. It was nice having feelings openly reciprocated for once.

The next day you were swamped with requests from your roommate Ymir, who needed help preparing her date with Historia. The brunette managed to keep you busy for a large portion of your day to which you thanked her deeply for, because you knew that if you had any spare time you would have just dug yourself a hole creating scenarios in your mind about what you anticipated happening that night. Despite being preoccupied, you made sure to text him back that morning, reassuring him that you were excited to see him. You were completely thrown off by how fast replied to you, as if he had been waiting by his phone solely for your text. The idea sent you in a frenzy. You weren't used to people being this available to you. You tried your hardest to not compare the two, but you couldn't help but think about how hard it was to get a proper hold of Connie if you weren't badgering him. By the time you were able to get yourself ready for your presumed date it was already 8pm. You had just over an hour to get ready before Eren picked you up, since the movie was at 10 and the two of you agreed that it would be best to leave early so you could have time to get snacks on the way. You decided to allow your hair to fall naturally so it framed your face without any manipulation, deciding that the low effort look was appropriate for the occasion. Your makeup was minimal aside from the dark brown/black winged eyeshadow you had given yourself to contrast your minimal look.

The more you thought about it which you couldn't seem to stop doing, the more you found yourself getting excited to see him. It had to have been at least four months since the last time you went on a proper date. Four months. The thought made you roll your eyes to yourself, wondering how you managed to rob yourself of such an experience. As you got dressed, throwing on a casual outfit you felt comfortable in, your phone rang from across your room where it rested on your bed. The sudden call threw you off because you weren't expecting anyone to call you. You had made it a point to let people know that you weren't one for calls because the interaction was always too awkward for you to handle so that people knew to only text you unless they really needed something. Once you walked over to the spot where your phone was you checked to see who it was that was disturbing your peace. It was Connie. The thought of Connie calling you was more confusing than anything else because aside from him knowing that you hated being called, he was never easy to reach. Connie was probably the last person you would ever expect to be on the other side of the line. You refused to answer, knowing that if he wanted to see you that night you would probably end up cancelling on Eren to see the silver haired boy. The last thing you wanted to do was stand him up because you truly did think he was sweet, and you knew that it would have eaten away at your conscience. Ignoring him was just as hard though, if not harder. This was the first time that he had shown any sort of reciprocation for your feelings, and now you were essentially playing hard to get- at least by your standards. Part of you worried that you would end up pushing him away if you weren't as available to him as you normally were. You had no idea how he would react.