A/N: this prompt killed me
Tumblr Prompt #23: "Babe, I'm sorry." - "Suck my ass."
In a Dire situation
To say Annie was angry, was an understatement. In fact, she was royally pissed off, no, beyond pissed, even, she was so furious, the apples of her cheeks were blooming red as a tomato, and she was practically seething, Eren wouldn't have been surprised if she started frothing at the mouth.
Is this what the end looks like? Eren gulped nervously, taking a step back. Annie's usual dormant azure eyes were now a stormy grayish blue, and they flashed with such ferocity, Eren swore he saw a lightning strike within them. He put his palms up sheepishly, all the while backing up slowly behind the couch.
"In my defense, how was I supposed to know you were going to give your dad your phone?!"
Annie growled, nearly pouncing on him from over the couch, Eren yelped and almost fell if not for Annie yanking him by the collar of his shirt, she pulled him in so close that their noses touched, he felt her pant hotly against his lips, her blonde hair loose and frazzled framed her prettily flushed face. He would of found this dominant side of Annie sexy, if not for the dire situation.
"YOU SENT MY FATHER A PICTURE OF YOUR DICK YOU DUMBASS!"
"No, I sent you a picture of my dick." Eren mumbled feebly. But that only served to irritate her even more so.
"I cannot believe you! Do you even think?!" She shook her head, scoffed, then shoved him away. Eren staggered, catching himself against the wall before he could fall flat on his ass. "I was thinking!" He turned around, pouting like a child. "I was thinking of you! And first of all, who the hell lends their parent their own cell phone?!"
"I loaned him my phone because his broke, he was going to buy a new one tomorrow." Annie groaned slumping against the couch, she dragged a hand down her face. "Why couldn't you have waited until tomorrow to start your bullshit?"
Eren folded his arms, sniffing petulantly. "You act as if you've never sent me nudes before."
"Snapchat pics of my breasts don't count you moron. And it especially doesn't count if you actually had your phone on you and therefore would be the only one to see those pictures."
Annie sulked. Kicking her feet up on the couch. "You're lucky I'm too tired to kick your ass right now."
"Maybe… maybe he won't open up the message?" Eren twiddled his thumbs, approaching the side of the couch as cautiously as he would approach a lioness in a cage. "Your dad is old school right? Maybe he doesn't even know how to use a smartphone."
"That would've been the case if I hadn't taught him how to phone call, as well how to respond and send messages." Annie fixed him with an icy glare, Eren flinched.
"W-well, your dad respects your privacy right? I mean, he wouldn't just snoop through your messages like that… Would he?" The more he gave it thought, the less believable it seemed. Especially when he saw Annie's bothered expression.
"... I usually don't have anything to hide on my phone."
"Except my dick."
Annie pursed her lips. Grabbed the nearest couch pillow, then proceeded to scream into it.
Eren watched his girlfriend release her frustration out into the pillow. Scratching his chin in thought.
"What if… I mean, he probably won't even know it's mine."
Annie lifted her face off the pillow, only to screech "Who else's dick would I have on my phone Eren?!"
"Well hopefully only mine but-"
"GOD!" She flung the pillow at him, catching him in square in the face. "You're unbelievable!"
Eren, coming back from the daze of getting smacked by a pretty-damn-hard couch pillow, watched her stand from the couch, bristled and ready to attack. He picked up the pillow, holding it up against his chest like a shield. "Annie- Uh- Baby, babe. Sweetie, wait, hold on! Maybe I can fix this!"
She only rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Don't bother, you'll end up accidentally sending him a picture of your ass next."
"But what if I call him! I mean if he hadn't seen the picture yet, maybe we could make up something about you needing your phone back for work, or school… Or whatever!"
Annie gave a tilt of her head, considering his idea for a moment. Eren fed her more into his plan, if only to save his own skin. "Y-yeah! Look!" He fished out his phone from the back of jeans, silently praying to any god that Mr. Leonhardt had not opened up the biggest, and longest, lewd IMG message Eren had sent hours ago.
Though the moment Eren clicked the Messages App, his phone began to ring it's catchy tune, accompanied by a picture of Annie's smiling face painted as Tiger from last year's Halloween party.
What's new pussycat! Whoa oh Whoa oh!
What's new pussycat! Whoa oh Whoa oh!
"Oh my god." Eren looked up. All the blood drained from his face. "It's says your calling me."
That could only mean one thing.
"I'm done." Annie threw her hands up in the air. "I'm fucking done. I'm going to bed, you better have a suave explanation for my father Eren."
"Wait! Annie, hold on, you could just say that you asked for nudes!"
Annie gawked at him, "Excuse me? When have I ever asked for nudes? I never ask, I deliver, and I expect delivery in return. You know that."
Boy do I. Eren shuffled, Tom Jones' What's New Pussycat played on loop, blaring loudly in his hand.
"You better answer that." Annie pointed a finger at him. "Else you're gonna' find yourself sleeping on the couch today." With that she stomped off down the hallway to the bedroom.
Eren frowned. "It's your fault, you tease me to much! Annie… Ann- babe, c'mon don't abandon me like this! Babe, I'm sorry, come back!"
"Suck my ass!" Was all Eren heard, before the door of the bedroom slammed shut.
