"Y/n, you can't just openly say that out here."
"What, killing? It's not like you haven't done it before."
"I know that, and so have you."
Eren x Fem!Reader
#1 in Attackontitan 10/12
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Connie crashed through the door onto the floor, waving a piece of paper in the air. "I think I've got it!"
Jean scrambled out of the flood of files to snatch it and deliver it to you at the desk. You held it up for both you and Armin to examine. Armin shook his head. "I don't think this is it–"
"This isn't it!" You tossed the paper out, landing it on the hundreds of others on the floor. "Keep searching, everyone!" Connie groaned and dashed back out of the office.
While Sasha and Jean were swimming in the floor littered with paper, you and Armin were closely examining the untouched stacks on the desk. All to find this one single piece of paper.
Mikasa hurried in with another stack, with Eren close behind holding his own. "These are the last possible bits," she said, setting hers in front of Armin.
"We've ransacked the entire castle. If it's not here, then it's nowhere," said Eren, putting his pile down before you.
"It's okay. We've got enough time to find and clean up this mess before Levi gets back," you said, immediately digging into the pile. "Oh, shit—right. Can somebody please go get Connie so he doesn't end up chopping up the wooden walls to find more paper?"
"Me!" Sasha dashed out in the opposite direction of which Connie left.
"No, Sasha–" You cut yourself off, giving up. "Whatever." Eren passed you a cup of tea poured by the kettle on the desk. You told him a quick thanks with a smile. He smiled back.
Jean suddenly elbowed him out of the way. "Really?! Now?! Ever since you two got back together, this cheesy shit's been nonstop!"
"And what about it?" you asked.
Eren shoved his shoulder back into Jean. "Yeah, what about it?! Envious, are you?!"
"I wouldn't give a damn if we weren't all working our asses off for one fucking piece of paper!" He snatched a few from your stack, taking matters into his own hands. The limit of his typical patience had clearly been breached. "I don't even know what to search for anymore! Everything we find that mentions the words 'Scouts,' 'Survey Corps,' and 'equipment' get dismissed by Y/n and Armin! Couldn't the Captain have given us something more useful to work with? And a longer deadline than a few hours, maybe?!"
"It wasn't his nor Commander Hange's choice," defended Armin. "The government officials have made it clear they'd be here by the evening. If we don't find this paper, we're going to present them empty-handed. That's what the Captain said."
"We're also volunteers," you reminded. "He said we didn't have to, but we chose to do this out of the goodness of our hearts, remember? So stop wasting time by complaining! If we don't find it, we'd at least have to fix this littered office. If the titans haven't killed us, he might."
