𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗧𝗦, connie springer 18+

the girlfriend

Connie sighed as you tasted his minty breaths on your lips: "I.. thought I was over it."

"Sometimes healing takes time."

"That's true." Connie's broad shoulders shrugged, "After her.. I-.." The shaven-haired boy paused, biting on the inside of his cheek as he winced at what he was about to admit to you: "After Lisa, I.. didn't think I'd ever be able to.. be intimate with anyone again."

Your eyes widened.

Connie let out a short groan as his eyes closed with defeat once more: "Even Sasha giving me a hug, or Ymir slapping my back, was enough to make me panic."

You felt your eyes sting at the thought of his suffering, but forced yourself to contain your composure: "Oh, Connie.." You murmured, "I'm so sorry."

"Why?" He offered you a calm smile that contrasted to the abuse he was telling you of, "It's not like you've done anything wrong."

"Still," Your head shook as you leant closer to him, "What she did.. is disgusting. I'm so sorry you had to go through that."

Within moments, Connie reached his muscular arms around your shoulders, drawing you in for a hug. He rested his chin against your shoulder, his head leaning against yours; he tightly embraced you, inhaling the smell of your shampoo as he clung onto you.

You wrapped your arms around Connie's waist as your eyes tightly shut.

He held you tightly as if it was the last time he would have the chance.

Knock! Knock!

Connie suddenly gasped against your neck, his embrace tightening out of fear that it was his ex-girlfriend. Although, you both let out a sigh of relief as Jean called out his name from the other side of the door.

"Connie?" The fawn-haired man called out, "You in there? We need to talk!"

"About what?" Connie called back whilst releasing you from his touch.

"I-.." Jean hesitated for a few moments, audibly stammering on his words with reluctance as to what he was about to admit: "I-.. just saw Lisa leaving with her friends. I'm sorry, I had no idea that she was here."

Connie sighed with relief that she had left, arching his neck back with a faint smile.

Connie swallowed, slapping his hand against his forehead as he let out another sigh of relief - "Hey-.."

"Yeah?"

"Would it be okay if I had a few minutes alone?" He asked calmly, "I could really use a second to think."

"Of course, I'll wait outside with Jean." You responded with a smile as Connie gave one back, mirroring your expression.

You placed your hand against Connie's sharp jaw, feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist as he smiled. You kissed him softly on his cheek, before leaving the bathroom feeling tense and shocked by the outcome of the party.

You sharply inhaled as you closed the door to the bathroom, your hands holding onto your face.

Jean comfortingly placed his palm on your shoulder, "Was everything okay in there?" He whispered lowly to avoid Connie hearing through the wall.

"I think so. Or at least, I think it'll be okay now." You reluctantly parted your lips to speak: "Shit- I had no idea about-"

"Lisa?" Jean finished your sentence with a glare, "I'm not surprised.. Connie doesn't like talking about things like that. It's like he doesn't want people knowing he actually has feelings or some shit. He can be such an.. idiot."

"I've never seen Connie so-.." You hesitated, unsure on how to find the right words to use about the boy on the other side of tue wall: "So.. not him."

"Maybe.. that's a good thing." Jean suggested with an optimistic shrug: "Maybe he doesn't want you to think of him as anything but happy."

"Or, maybe he doesn't feel comfortable around me." Your stomach had a contortion of anxiety as unwanted thoughts penetrated into your mind, the dents of your back falling against the wall, "Comfortable enough to show that side of him."

"He really values your opinion, you know that, don't you?"

"I value his."

Jean simpered in response, resting his shoulder on the wall of the hallway with his thick arms crossed over his chest: "You two really care about each other, don't you?"

You felt your face soften as your body loosened its muscles, feeling yourself suddenly become lighter: "Connie means so much to me, in a way that he'll never know."

"Believe me," Jean began to softly chuckle with his eyes lazily half-closed, not drunk but tipsy enough that he was willingly beginning to spill secrets: "He does, because you mean the world to him, too. He talks about you all the time - every sentence from his mouth is related to 'Y/N L/N' and much you mean to him, or how gorgeous he finds you, or how funny, or how kind." Jean carried on, exhaling slowly through his nose, "I've never seen him talk about someone the same way as he talks about you. You really do mean the world to him.. he talks about you so much that it actually makes me kind of sick of you." The fawn haired boy laughed at his own words as you both heard the door-handle begin to unlock.

A few seconds passed as Connie Springer finally emerged from the bathroom, giving Jean a weak but real smile. He had his large hands buried inside of his pockets; his pretty face appeared tired and fatigued.

Jean slapped his back, "You alright, man?"

Connie's eyes looked towards you as you felt his pinkie finger trace down your wrist, "I'm okay."

He lowered his head, his fingers now entwining with yours. He leant his head on your shoulder, his lips inches away from your ear as began to whisper softly into your ear.
"Come on, L/N," He began with a prideful expression lingering on his face: the colour beginning to return, "Let's get wasted."

"Huh?"

You both simultaneously glanced at Jean who was curiously leaning in closer: trying to listen to what Connie was whispering to you.

"I mean let's drink." Connie's lips tickled your earlobe as they brushed against your skin with each syllable: "Now."

You pressed your palm against the muscle of his arm with a smirk: "I thought you didn't like getting drunk at parties. Not after Jean filmed that video of you."

"Please, Y/N," His bronze eyes rolled: "After tonight I deserve at least a shot." You softly laughed in response, feeling his muscular arm wrap around your shoulder as he began to steer you down the hallway, "Let's get fucking drunk."