𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦, connie springer 18+

crimson dress

Sasha's fingers slipped around your wrist to drag you into a taxi outside of your University; the hazy aroma of cigarettes and musky perfume filled your senses.

Your heart raced with an anxiety over what the house-party would entail: you only knew five people at most - Sasha, Reiner, and the couple of friends that she had introduced you to.

Your head perked up as the driver finally began to drive forward, the vibrant and fluorescent street lights and signs highlighted each inch of your face. The sky was clear and patterned with silver stars up above; a full moon shon down on you both.

Just hours before, Sasha had taken you to the local shops to buy a new outfit; she'd forced you into countless dresses and skirts in order to find the perfect look for the house-party.

After an entire afternoon of carelessly tossing dresses to the other side of the changing-rooms, Sasha exclaimed that you had finally found 'the' dress: a short, crimson number that flattered your figure immensely. The soft fabric hugged at your waist and thighs whilst extenuating the parts of your body that you loved the best; you couldn't deny, you looked good in the dress.

You took your time with your makeup after showering, making sure each inch of your body looked as close to perfection as you could make it.

Sasha leaned forward to pay the driver as your face slowly turned to gaze at the house looming infront of you; to call it 'large' would be an understatement.

People poured from the front, double-doors: smoking, drinking and laughing on the large porch that surrounds the house. Each window glowed with vibrant lights of all different colours; loud music spilled like liquid from every open crevice of the house.

Sasha opened the car door to you, taking your hand; she stepped forward with her arm slowly slipping around yours to hold you close to her. You could smell the perfume from her neck and collar fill your nose as you stepped over the emerald grass, feeling her lead you into the house.

Different people danced to booming songs that you didn't recognise; almost every person held a plastic, red cup in their hand.

'Shit- this guy must be loaded.' You thought to yourself Sasha waved her hand at a small group of people all crowded together.

You swallowed.

"Hey, Sasha." An blonde haired girl softly called out with a contagiously pretty smile: "This must be Y/N, right?"

You awkwardly beamed back, "Hey."

The unknown blonde-girl stepped back, lifting her fingertips to her lower lip, "You look so gorgeous in that dress!"

You felt your face soften at her abrupt kindness, genuinely surprised by the warm feeling she seemed to radiate, "Thank you so much; so do you!"

Another girl stood forward; her arm hooking over the blondes shoulder with a smug smirk lurking against her teeth.
"I'm Ymir," She confidently introduced herself, "This is Historia; Reiner's told us all about you."

You sat yourself down on a leather sofa as Sasha soon followed, giving you a soft beam, "All good things, I hope."

The pretty girl who's name was apparently 'Historia' chuckled, "Yes- Don't worry."

Ymir laid back into the sofa, her smirk still lingering as she passed you a cup: "So then Y/N L/N from (town/city), how about you tell us more about yourself?"

Sasha raised her index finger, "But first- Wait, where are the others?"

Historia sipped slowly from her drink with a roll of her sky-blue eyes, "Connie is upstairs with Jean and Marco."

Ymir loosened her arm around Historia's shoulder with a mocking laugh: "Marco got himself pissed off of pre-drinks; apparently he didn't know how much he could handle. They're up there helping him right now."

Sasha rolled her bronze eyes, before the two strangers began to ask you endless questions about yourself.

"Why am I not surprised?"

༺♰༻

You giggled gently whilst slowly sipping your drink, feeling it burn your tongue and throat in a way you couldn't find yourself loathing.

You got along with Historia and Ymir easily; laughing loudly at their jokes, whilst they did the same to yours. You weren't sure if it was because you were all drinking, or just because you genuinely enjoyed eachovers company, but either way: you found your cheeks aching from smiling.

You watched Ymir eyes slowly drift over your shoulder, before sipping her drink.

"Oi, oi," Her raspy voice began, "Look."

You turned your neck to see your boyfriend; he wore a loose, grey button up that hugged his chest, shaping his muscular figure; a smirk was against his lips as he raised his hand.

You felt your eyes slowly drift down his silhouette once more; your heart racing.

Reiner leaned against the wall behind him, slowly picking up his phone as his fingers tapped against the screen; you heard a notification come from your phone.

sent at 10:59 pm
REINER
that dress looks good
on you.

seen at 10:59 pm

Your eyes narrowed onto his message as Ymir peered over your shoulder to stare; you pressed your lips tightly together. Your eyes locked onto his as his golden iris' locked onto yours once more.

sent at 11:03 pm

YOU
why are you staring
when you could just
come over and talk to
me?

REINER
is that in invitation?

seen at 11:05 pm

You scoffed before excusing yourself from the group, slowly making your way towards the man; his lips curled further up with each step you took towards him.

"Y/N."

"Hey, Reiner."