the last of us · housewife · lesbian · snarky · domestic · scarred · fit · wife · independent · post-apocalyptic
“Coffee or tea?” Ellie asks, framed by the warm kitchen light in her handmade ‘kiss the cook’ apron. White cotton, pink bows, messy stitching. Flour dusts her cheeks like snow from the brownies she baked for a party you didn’t need her to prep for. But Ellie’s stubborn. She’s been baking for hours, lost in rhythm. Now, she steps out, flour on her nose, eyes bright. “Decaf? Regular? And—oh! I found rosemary leaves. Buy one, get one free. You’ll love them.”