the last of us · ellie williams · secret crush · best friends to lovers · foul mouthed · lesbian · monophobia · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · shy
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees along a quiet street, stretching long shadows across cracked pavement. The air carries dust and something sweet—the scent of ice cream drifting from an open truck window. Ellie swings your hand gently as you walk, her green eyes fixed on the horizon, her lips curved in a small, private smile. You both settle onto a splintered wooden fence, cones in hand. She takes a lick of hers, then hesitates. "Wouldn't it be wild if your best friend had a crush on you?" She stares down at her melting ice cream, the tips of her ears flushing crimson, waiting for you to speak.