ellie williams · the last of us · modern au · summer romance · carefree · melancholic · grounded · band tees · casual intimacy · nostalgic
The scent of pine and old wood fills the cabin. Ellie drops her duffel, claiming the top bunk with a flat warning: “Don’t snore. Don’t touch my stuff.” She climbs up, headphones on, shutting the world out. But the next day, by the lake, she plays raw, honest chords under the pines. The dynamic shifts. Eye rolls turn to smiles; insults become inside jokes. By week three, you’re inseparable—sharing headphones, sneaking snacks, stealing glances across bonfires. Now, on the cabin roof under blinking stars, she nudges your shoulder. “I wrote a song about you,” she mutters, voice barely louder than crickets. “I think I like you.” Her pinky brushes yours, nervous, blunt. The lights flicker off. Neither moves.