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undressrehearsal · 16 days

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is it casual now?

chapter 1

summary: you and ellie agreed that this was just for a little fun - so what's the harm in her inviting you to joel's for a movie night?

word count: 2.3k

tags: nsfw, fingering (e and r receiving), angst, dub con?? i think?, does this count as public sex?, this shit's messy af y'all, mean reader, toxic relationship

a/n: i've wanted to write a fic based off this song for a while now. i've seen a few people write it (the song's a banger) but i only ever see ellie being written as the distant toxic one and tbh i don't think that matches her character so here's the opposite

also i hid a one last stop reference in here if you find it you get a prize (it's not hard to find)

if you wanna be tagged in the things i post, just lmk in the replies!

Joel was trying to decide what movie you should watch.

At least, Ellie thought he was. She could see the way his lips were moving - could even make out the words Dawn of the Wolf, whatever that meant - but she couldn’t actually hear him. She sat across from him at the dining table, nodding along, trying to school her expression into a pantomime of interest, but his words were drowned out by the ringing in her ears.

Your hand on her thigh crept higher.

Ellie shifted in the uncomfortable wood chair, uncrossing her legs only to recross them, and your hand didn’t move. You stroked slow circles into her jeans with your thumb; she would have thought it was absentminded if she didn’t know you so well. Ellie could see you in her peripheral. You smiled politely, nodding along as Joel listed off what movies he had found lately - it had become his mission to hunt for them while he was on patrol. (He always insisted that Ellie needed to be familiar with all the classics from before the outbreak.)

Somewhere past the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, Ellie heard Joel say her name. She blinked, shifted in her seat again, and replied intelligently, “Huh?”

He shook his head at her and laughed as he said, “Where you at, kiddo?”

She ran a hand through her hair, purposely avoiding looking at you - she knew she’d only find that shit-eating smile on your face. “Sorry, had patrol late last night. Yeah, that movie sounds cool.” She had no idea what movie he had suggested.

It didn’t matter much in the end. After switching off the lights, Joel sat back in his big old recliner (he’d looked like a fucking kid on Christmas morning when Tommy gave that to him), leaving the couch to you and Ellie. You leaned into her with your head on her shoulder; she had her arm draped over the back of the couch, not quite touching you. She was dancing a fine line between wanting to hold you and knowing you wouldn’t let her, but the tightrope was slipping from under her feet because you had put your fucking hand on her thigh again. She’d swear there was a damn magnet connecting your hand to her.

Ellie covered a gasp with a cough when your hand drifted between her legs. Your eyes were glued to the flickering television, but there was no hiding the small, satisfied smile on your lips. And she fucking hated herself for wanting to kiss it more than anything.

The tattered blanket you shared covered up the fact that the tips of your fingers were grazing across the seam of her jeans. Even the ghost of friction made her squirm, the movie becoming nothing more than white noise. You were too fucking bold, and her head spun when your nimble fingers undid the button and slid the zipper down so slowly it ached. When your fingertips dipped below the waistband of her boxers, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Joel. He was enthralled in the movie, and she couldn’t even pay attention to it; she hated herself for that too.

She knew she shouldn’t; she knew she should’ve grabbed your wrist, told you to stop so she could just enjoy the movie with her… with Joel. He’d been trying to plan a movie night with her for a week, and tonight she had finally been free from patrol. God, she shouldn’t have invited you, but when he asked if she wanted to bring a friend, of course your name had popped up.

She should have known it would be a mistake - an intoxicating one, but a mistake nonetheless. And when you dragged your fingers over her, pressing the lightest pressure to her clit, it took everything in her not to tilt her hips against your hand in search of friction.

Ellie bit down on her lip so hard she'd swear she tasted blood when you dipped just the tips of your fingers inside her. It was embarrassing how easy it was - how wet she already was and you had hardly even touched her. But when you circled her clit, your fingers already soaked, the shame burning in her chest evaporated. Her eyes fluttered, heat burning in her stomach, your touch setting her aflame. Her fingers dug into the back of the couch. She longed to touch you, to just wrap her arm around you and hold you close, press your head to her chest so you could hear how her heart reached for you.

Instead, she could only grip the couch behind your shoulder, gritting her teeth against the ache of it. You didn't even look at her, playing with her as though it were an afterthought, but there was no missing the smirk on your lips. She hated it; God, she wanted to kiss you.

Ellie didn't dare look at Joel - she didn't think she could handle seeing him so engrossed in the movie he had been so excited to show her while she sat only a few feet away, coming undone on his couch. She couldn't handle the shame rising in her throat again. If she looked at him, she was sure she'd be sick right there.

She tried so hard to keep it together - her hips ached from the force of holding them still, her lip surely cracked from biting it. Her chest burned with the moans she had to swallow like acid. But she couldn't keep it all in - it was overflowing. And when finally, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap, a low groan spilled from her lips, Joel turned to look at her.

Ellie didn't want to think about what he saw, but whatever it was, it made his brow pinch in concern. She couldn't meet his worried eyes when he said, “You okay, kiddo? You don't look too good.”

Your fingers hadn't even fucking slowed. You looked at her with a mask of concern, batting your eyes so innocently even as you pressed your fingers into her, curling them so you hit that spot that made her see stars. And then Ellie did grab you, gripping your shoulder in warning and glaring down at you. You wrinkled your nose, but relented and slid your fingers out of her; her grip tightened when you slid back over her clit. Fuck, she never should've invited you.

Ellie cleared her throat; she couldn't look at either of you without feeling sick, so she turned her gaze to the movie. What was it even about?

“Sorry, I just-” Her voice was strained, suffocating in her own throat. She felt like she was going to swallow her own tongue. The coil in her stomach tightened and she felt nauseous. She groaned again, and the words tripped over themselves in a rush when she said, “I don't feel good.”

Ellie stumbled to her feet, forcing you to withdraw your hand; when she glanced down, she could see that your fingers were wet and it made her stomach twist. Keeping one hand over her stomach to hide the fact that her fucking pants were undone, she hurried from the room, ignoring Joel when he called after her. She couldn't look him in the eye or else she might actually puke.

Making a beeline for the bathroom, Ellie slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, the wood cold against her back. She took a deep breath, counting the cracks in the ceiling until her heart finally stopped bashing against her ribs, her throat burning. Pinprick tears stung her eyes as she fixed her pants, her fingers shaking so hard she could hardly grasp the button.

Cursing under her breath, Ellie braced her hands on the bathroom sink, her shoulders sagging. Her eyes were rimmed red; she scrubbed her hands over her face roughly, willing her stomach to settle.

She shouldn’t have been upset, really. The first time your hand had found its way into her pants, all those months ago, you had made it perfectly clear what this was. She could still hear your voice from that night, saccharine sweet and smelling like the whiskey you had nabbed from her cabinet: Come on, Els, Jackson’s so boring. We can just have a little fun, right? She remembered the weight of your body when you climbed onto her lap, your thighs warm on either side of her hips, your hands pressing her back against the couch. She could still feel the way your breath had ghosted over her neck, your voice dripping with honeyed desire: It's just a little fun.

Her own eyes looked so unfamiliar, a stranger peering at her from the bathroom mirror.

Cursing again, she turned on the faucet, bending to splash water on her face - it was December and the water was so cold it numbed her hands. It was a welcome relief against her burning skin.

Ellie felt so fucking dirty it hurt. No matter how she scrubbed at her skin, rubbing it raw, she couldn’t seem to rid herself of it. The cold water stung her cheeks.

A knock on the door made her jump, cold water splashing down the front of her shirt. She cursed, pulling the damp fabric away from her chest with a grimace before calling, “Give me a minute, okay?”

But you had never been very good at listening, had you? You didn’t even look surprised when you pushed the door open, ignoring her protest, and found Ellie leaning against the counter, water still dripping from her chin. If anything, you looked almost amused, quirking an eyebrow at her. It was the look you gave her every time you got her worked up, your eyes showing the laughter you bit back. She fucking hated that look.

Ellie glared over her shoulder at you, but there was no real malice behind it - even when she hated you, something in her still softened when you were around. A switchblade girl with a cotton candy heart.

You closed the door softly behind you, leaning back against it with a smug smile that she wanted to wipe off your face - she just wasn’t sure how she wanted to yet. Ellie could hear how your ego tinted your voice when you said, “Joel sent me to check on you. Probably thinks you're barfing your guts out or something.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, looking away from you and mumbling, “Yeah, I guess dinner didn’t sit well….”

You scoffed and the sound went straight to her stomach. She felt rather than saw you step behind her; she tensed when you placed your hands on her hips, leaning forward to put your chin on her shoulder. Her hands gripped the edges of the sink so hard she thought the porcelain might crack. She could feel the heat of your body all the way down her back, your hips pressing into her ass, and her traitorous heart fluttered embarrassingly.

Ellie met your eyes in the reflection, watching as your smile grew into something almost mocking. You placed a kiss on the back of her neck, pressing your words into her skin: “Damn, Els, I didn’t know Dawn of the Wolf got you so hot and bothered.” Your fingers pressed into her hips, pulled her back against you. She failed to smother the sigh it pulled from her. She hated how it made your smile widen, and she hated even more how much she wanted to fucking kiss it off your stupid face. She shivered when she felt your teeth graze over her neck, and almost missed it when you muttered, laughing, “God, you’re so fucking easy, you know that?”

Ellie shoved away from the counter, spinning on her heel and grabbing your wrist before you could flinch away. You had only blinked before she slammed you back against the wall, praying that Joel didn’t hear it. Her fingers wrapped so tightly around your wrist she could feel your pounding pulse, pressing it to the wall above your head. She slipped her thigh between your legs, pressing up into you, and she only had a moment to register that smug fucking grin before she slapped a hand over your mouth. She relished in the way your eyes flashed in something akin to fear. She had to find wins where she could, right?

Leaning forward so her nose brushed yours, Ellie growled into the back of her hand, “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

And she did get to wipe that cocky smile off your face. She kept her hand over your mouth, releasing your wrist to snake her arm between your legs. She muffled your moans, hissing when your nails dug into her biceps.

Joel was in the next room, she thought distantly. Joel was in the next room, watching the movie he had been so excited to show her. He was in the next room, concerned about her, waiting for her, and here she was pressing her best friend into the wall of his bathroom. She had your pants around your ankles, two - three - fingers pushing into you. She could feel the vibrations of your moans against her hand - she wanted to press her lips to yours and swallow them, knowing you would never let her.

It came too fast, Ellie pressing into you relentlessly if only to make you fucking shut up for once. Your body shuddered against her, and she wanted to hold you through it, but by the time it was over you were already pushing her away. When her hand fell from your mouth, you were smiling again. Maybe she was going to be sick after all.

@filtered-sunlight

#are you proud of me that this isn't 10k words #idk how many chapters i'll write #i'm kinda winging it rn #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #lesbian smut #ellie x you #ellie the last of us #ellie williams tlou #tlou smut #tlou angst #this is p angsty

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kristannafever · 2 months

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Second Chances

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit (See tags) WC: 3163

Summary: It's been eight months since Anna's ex broke up with her in a brutal way. Her concerned sister sets her up on a date, and when she meets Kristoff, it does not go well. Afterward, upon getting an earful from Elsa, Anna realizes her mistake and goes about making things right. What happens between them afterward gives them each a second chance at love and the life they both want to have.

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“Anna, I am breaking up with you.”

Anna nearly choked on the sip of coffee she had just taken. She stared at her boyfriend with wide eyes, not sure what she had just heard. “What?”

“It’s over.”

Panic began to well in the pit of her stomach. Her hands started to shake as she set the coffee mug back down on the table. “What do you mean?”

He heaved a dramatic sigh. “You heard me. We’re done.”

“Where is this coming from,” she pleaded, getting up and walking over to where he was standing in the kitchen. He’d just gotten back from his run. When he left the house, it was as if nothing was any different. And now he was telling her that they were done?

He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Anna. We haven’t had sex in weeks. And when we do, you’re so…” he moved his hands around like he was fishing for the word, “…uninspired. I mean, you don’t even give good blow jobs.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. She had thought the problems they were facing were just a bit of a slump. Just the day before she’d gone out and bought some sexy lingerie to surprise him with after the romantic dinner they had planned for that weekend. Was that not happening now?

“Oh, and just so you know,” he said casually as he turned away, “I’ve started seeing other women. So I can get… you know… taken care of. You don’t even know how to kiss properly.”

Anna felt sick to her stomach, watching helplessly after him as he walked towards their bedroom to take a shower. Despite having said some mean things to her from time to time, what he had just said was downright cruel, and she felt ashamed of herself. She felt stupid and pathetic.

Wiping her eyes, she went back to the table and sat down slowly, staring into her morning coffee that she’d actually been enjoying only a moment ago, trying to figure out in her mind what had just happened. The long and short of it? She didn’t please him and he’d been seeing other women.

How had she not known this? She had thought everything was just… normal. He had never been a very enthusiastic lover, and he always met his end while Anna had to often take care of herself, and now she had to wonder if it was because she was just that bad at pleasing a man?

He'd been her first serious boyfriend. Her first real love. The first guy she’d ever moved out with. And now all that was coming crashing down around her. Three years of her life, gone, just like that.

Anna buried her head into her hands and sobbed.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“This is a nice place, Anna.”

Anna didn’t respond, she just let her sister in without a word. The apartment had been his, of course she had to move out when he dumped her.

Her sister turned around at Anna’s silence. “You know I hate that man for what he did to you.”

“I know,” Anna said through a sigh. “I hate him too.” She told Elsa that he had cheated on her but she did not tell her sister the awful things that her ex had said to her. And they hadn’t ended in the kitchen that day. She had begged and pleaded with him for hours afterwards and was met with yet more harsh comments on what an awful woman she was.

Anna led them into the living room and poured them each a glass of red wine from the bottle that was sitting on the coffee table. She watched her sister as her eyes went around, taking in the small apartment before settling onto her gaze.

“So, have you been on any dates?”

“Elsa…” Anna sighed with frustration. “Why won’t you drop it?”

“Anna, it’s been what? Eight months? You need to move on.”

Anna was silent and looked down into her wine. She knew she needed to move on, but how could she do that? Apparently, she had nothing to offer a man. What possible hope did she have of making something work.

Elsa set her wine glass down on the table and turned towards her on the couch. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to get out here sooner. Work has been incredibly demanding, only now that I see you, I feel like that is a pathetic excuse.”

She frowned. Did she really look that bad? “It’s okay, Elsa. I know how important your job is. And you still call me almost every night.”

“I do, which is probably why you’re tired of telling me you need to get back out there. You have to see that it’s time to live your life again, don’t you?”

Anna did know that. And she wanted to, desperately. But what man would want her? She’d been hit on a few times only to brush the guy off knowing that she would end up disappointing him in the end. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t think she’d be able to stomach going through that again.

“Listen, Anna. I have a friend who’s fairly new to our firm who happens to have moved from here. She has a brother, and she says-”

Anna’s eyes went wide. “No way, Elsa. I am absolutely not about to be set up right now.”

“Please, Anna.” Elsa reached out and grabbed her free hand. “For me? Please? You can’t be afraid to start dating again.”

She pulled her hand away from her sisters and set the wine down on the coffee table as she got up. “No. Absolutely not.”

Elsa followed her as she walked into the kitchen. “Give me one good reason why you won’t?” her sister demanded.

Anna pursed her lips. She would never breathe a word of what her ex had said to her to another living soul, and that was giving her little option for an excuse. “I… don’t want to.”

Her sister put her hands on her hips. “It’s just one date. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky. Maybe what you need is a night of hot sex to get back on the horse.”

Her face lit up with heat. “What the fuck, Elsa? I do not need to hear that coming from my sister.” Not only that, she did not need a reminder of how awful she was in bed. It was a constant source of shame that hung over her head.

Elsa gave her a gentle smile. “Sorry. I was just trying to make a point. You have to stop keeping yourself from things that make you happy. You haven’t even gone to the gym or hung out with your friends since you left your ex.”

“He dumped me, but yeah, I know I haven’t.”

“You need to start living again.”

Anna heaved a deep sigh. Perhaps it was time. She’d certainly seen plenty of men who she thought were attractive. Enough that she’d pleasured herself to the thoughts of being with a man again. That at least she knew she wasn’t bad at. In fact, she was practically an expert at getting herself off now.

“Can I tell my friend yes?”

Anna looked to her sister’s pleading eyes. “Fine. One date.”

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The bar was packed, making it hard for Anna to pick out the man that she was supposed to meet. She’d been given a general description. Tall guy, big build, blond… Anna had formed many mental pictures in her mind of what he might actually look like.

She was told that he’d be somewhere in the bar waiting for her, and every blond Anna looked at seemed to already be on a date or clearly out with a group of friends. The guy Anna was looking for was supposed to be alone.

She muscled her way to the bar where groups of people were gathered around the stools and talking, waiting on drinks. Then she spotted a blond man sitting at the end, surrounded by women. The guy was absolutely huge; his t-shirt stretched tight over his biceps and chest. And he was gorgeous. His rugged handsomeness was undeniable. That was why there were women all over him.

Thinking that couldn’t be her date, Anna went to turn away, when his eyes caught hers and widened with something like recognition.

“Hey, are you Anna?” he called to her over the music and loud conversations

She nodded, not wanting to shout back to him, and he got up from his stool and approached her. Every single woman he was surrounded by watched all of his movements with lusty interest.

His imposing height loomed over her. “I’m Kristoff,” he said, sticking out his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” Anna responded, shaking it and thinking it wasn’t nice at all. Not after he’d been hanging out with all those stunning women while waiting for her to show up for their date. What the hell? Who does that?

“They’re super busy and wouldn’t let me grab a table until you showed up,” he said.

He already sounded bored. What the hell had Anna gotten herself into. “Okay.”

Kristoff shrugged and took off to find a table. Anna followed, kind of hoping they wouldn’t find one. The guy was clearly someone who could get whoever he wanted and probably often did.

Towards the back of the bar near the bathrooms, he spied an open table and made a b-line to it. Anna sat on the stool across from him and put her purse on the edge of the high table.

He smiled. “It’s quieter over here too.”

There was nothing but cool confidence behind that smile and Anna squirmed again thinking of how many gorgeous women had been salivating over him moments before. “You sure didn’t waste your time talking to the other ladies, I see.”

He frowned. “They were talking to me. I wasn’t talking to them.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Sure. A guy like you must just hate it when women hang all over him.”

His unhappy face turned into a scowl. “What are you saying?”

“Look, I agreed to go on this date, but not with a player, okay?”

Kristoff became emotionless. “Have me pegged, do you?” he asked evenly.

Anna could only shrug. “It’s not that hard to figure out. The reason a guy who looks like you is single, is that he wants to stay single.”

He stared at her, expression impossible to read.

“Lets just save us both time. I refuse to be a conquest, so you can just go back to all those ladies at the bar who can barely keep it in their pants.” Anna got up, keeping her eyes off his unreadable face, feeling relieved. She didn’t even want to go on this date in the first place. She was almost glad that this guy, as hot as he was, wasn’t going to work out.

Anna spared him a glance as she turned away and was a little shocked to see profound sadness in his eyes. It was almost enough for her to turn back around and say something.

Almost.

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Anna looked at her ringing phone. It was Elsa. She let out a long sigh and answered. “Hello?”

“What the fuck, Anna? Why the hell did you brush off that date last night?”

She groaned inwardly. This was not a conversation she wanted to have. “He wasn’t my type.”

“Bullshit! My friend talked to her brother and he told her what you said to him. That was pretty awful, Anna.”

She frowned. Had it been? She was only speaking the truth. “Well… you didn’t tell me the guy was a total player.”

Elsa huffed with frustration. “He’s not! He hasn’t been on a date in a year!”

“Elsa, he had women, and I mean gorgeous women, all over him when I arrived at the bar.”

“And he was what? Flirting with them?”

Anna thought back to the scene at the bar. One of the women had her hand on his arm and was talking his ear off, another one giving him fuck me eyes from his other side, two behind him waiting for their turn, and he was… sitting there. He was staring at something. Or was it nothing. Then he’d looked over and his eyes had widened… they kind of looked a little… well at the time it looked like recognition but thinking back, they seemed a little more… relieved?

Anna gasped. “Oh no, what have I done?”

Her sister sighed. “Anna, you might need to talk to someone. I don’t know what Hans did to you, but it was something. I have doubts that he was never abusive to you even though you assured me that he never was.”

“He said some mean things, Elsa. That’s all.” Anna would give her that much, no more. Not ever. No one would ever know of her humiliation.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a beat. “So maybe you said some things you didn’t mean to a nice guy because you are still so scared of putting yourself out there?”

Anna’s stomach rolled with unease to think about the hurtful way she’d brushed Kristoff off. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

“Well, at least you can recognise that.”

“Elsa, I feel terrible. Is there any way I can get his number? To apologise?”

“Well…I can ask my friend, although I have to warn you, she was pretty pissed that you treated her brother that way.”

“Please try, Elsa. I feel awful and I need to tell him that I am sorry.”

“Alright. I’ll call you back in five, okay?”

“Okay.” Anna hung up the phone and rung it in her hands. She could not believe she’d been so mean to someone and tears sprung in her eyes. It made her feel terrible to think she’d said something hurtful to someone. It reminded her of what her ex had said to her, and that Kristoff guy did not deserve that, even if he was a player.

Her phone rang in her hands and startled her to the point she almost threw it across the room. “Hello?”

“Okay, I got the number.”

“Oh, thank you, Elsa. Thank you so much.” She sniffed. “And tell your friend-”

“Anna, are you crying?”

She nodded and started to sob. “I feel so bad, Elsa. I was so mean to that poor man. Please tell your friend to tell her brother that I am so sorry and that he can expect me to contact him to say so that I can apologize and-”

“Anna… Anna!”

She sniffed and reigned in her emotions. This was insane. She needed to get a grip on herself. For all those months she carried all that hurt when her ex broke up with her and it was all starting to come out after treating someone else poorly. It was becoming a little clearer to her that there were some issues she was going to have to deal with, and soon.

“Anna?”

Sniff. “Yeah?”

“You need to stop beating yourself up about this, okay?”

“What if he doesn’t accept my apology?” Anna asked, wiping her damp cheeks.

“Well, then I guess you just have to live with it.”

She shoulders slumped, suddenly exhausted. “Yeah. I guess I made the bed I have to lie in it.”

Her sister was silent on the other end for a moment. “Whatever happens, Anna… it’ll be okay. Everything will be okay. You’ll have plenty of other chances.”

Anna nodded to herself, steeling her emotions for the text she was about to send. “I know. Thank you, Elsa.”

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Kristoff looked at the text from the number that he did not know, and set the phone down in contemplation.

He knew it was coming. His sister had called him and given him the heads up she’d passed his number along to the woman who was so rude to him last night. To say he was conflicted was an understatement.

He hadn’t been hurt like that in a while. Which was weird because he didn’t know this woman. It was just that she passed him off so easily that it made him second guess himself a bit. In retrospect, he should have been ruder to the women vying for his attention at the bar. Why couldn’t this Anna understand that he had absolutely zero interest in them. Instead, she’d taken one look at him and decided he was one of those pigs that used women as conquests. And that fucking hurt.

That was why he’d agreed to be set up. Trying to meet someone on line or even in a club brought out all the wrong kinds of women for him. He had yet to meet someone that was looking for something serious, not just some fun fling or one night stand.

He sighed, and read the message again.

Hi Kristoff, this is Anna, the woman who was rude to you last night and who you wish you probably never met. I need to say that I am sorry for how I acted and what I said to you. Clearly! I have issues to deal with. I would hope you have it in your heart to meet me quickly so that I may apologize in person. If you wish to never talk to me again though, I completely understand. If I don’t hear back from you in a couple of days, I will assume I have my answer and delete your number. I am sorry.

It read like an email, and quite frankly a little bit of a cry for help. He certainly had his own issues, and he could not deny that her acknowledging her own had softened his attitude towards how she had treated him. It wasn’t like he was exactly innocent of never behaving poorly when he was dealing with things. When his sister had let him know to expect her to contact him, he just shrugged and assumed he’d delete the message and move on. Only having read it and its sincerity…

He started typing.

Hi Anna. Thank you for reaching out. Please don’t be too hard on yourself. If you would like to talk, we could meet for a coffee?

He read it three times and hit send before he changed his mind. He’d just set his phone down when it dinged.

He chuckled. “That was fast.”

Thank you so much Kristoff! Would tomorrow work? I could meet you at 11 at that coffee shop that’s just on the corner of 10th and Elm?

He typed back;

Sure. See you then

Anna immediately hearted his message and he set his phone down. He’d been watching the game on TV and he turned his attention back to it, only in the back of his mind he had other thoughts about how seeing this woman again was going to go.

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#cee wrote this mess #second chances #kristoff #anna #kristanna #kristanna modern au #listen this is p with a little bit of p #if you know what I mean #it is incredibly and unapologetically self-indulgent #and I'm not even sure what it is I just wanted to write something DIRTY #so it starts out angsty and then gets all fluffy and smutty #I've completed 8 chapters with the plan to leave it open ended so that I can update the smut when the mood strikes

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