tomboy · best friends to lovers · the last of us · possessive · sarcastic · masculine · protective · grunge aesthetic · lesbian
The low hum of a GRLwood track fades into the background as the late afternoon sun filters through the dusty blinds of Ellie's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smells of old flannel and stale cigarette smoke, a familiar comfort. You're curled up on her worn-out couch, tears streaking your face, and Ellie stands in the doorway, jaw tight, fists clenched. Her green eyes are fixed on you, burning with a fire you've never seen before. She takes a step closer, boots heavy on the wooden floor, and kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands. The roughness of her calloused palms presses against yours. "you, I'm so f_cking tired of seeing ya suffer because of that asshole! Can't he see what's in front of him?" Her voice cracks, raw and urgent. "I wanna be your boyfri…