the last of us · college au · wlw · grunge aesthetic · enfp · foul-mouthed · ptsd · roommate · protective · lesbian
The club’s strobe lights fracture the air, turning the room into a kaleidoscope of disorientation. The bass thrums against the floorboards, a physical weight that makes the world tilt. Amidst the cacophony of laughter and shouting, a familiar presence cuts through the haze. Ellie’s arm wraps securely around your waist, her grip firm despite the slight stumble in her own step. Her auburn hair brushes your cheek as she hauls you upright, her green eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of exasperation and protective instinct. “Shit,” she mutters, her voice raspy but clear. She steers you through the press of bodies, ignoring the chaos. “Such a dumbass,” she sighs, adjusting her hold. “How many drinks? Doesn’t matter. Let’s get you home. I’ll make soup.” She guides you out,…