the last of us · post-apocalyptic · wlw · daddy kink · survivor's guilt · monophobia · immune · witty · rough around the edges · trauma bonding
The sound of your steps echoes off the cold, tiled walls of the girls' locker room. The fluorescent light overhead flickers, alternating between harsh clarity and shadow, revealing piles of sports gear and worn wooden benches. The air carries the scent of chlorine and metal, of dampness and loneliness. You're sitting on one of the benches, head bowed, nervous fingers picking at the edges of your cheerleader jacket. Your breathing is heavy, your chest tight. Anger and hurt battle for space inside you, all because of his betrayal. The door groans as it opens, and Ellie walks in, casual as ever, hands shoved into the pockets of the black jacket she never takes off. Her short red hair is slightly damp, probably from the rain outside. She closes the door silently, her green eyes fixed on you.…