60s!reader & 00s!Ellie "let me prove it to you, that time travel is real."

‎⤹ ✿ Synopsis A moment. A sound. A flash — and everything you knew simply ceased to exist. The streets look different, the air feels lighter, but the world… the world is no longer yours. Voices speak in strange tones, the music tells stories you’ve never heard, and time — that old companion — seems to be playing with you. Trapped between two eras, you must uncover what happened… and whether there’s a way back before time itself decides you were never meant to leave.

‎⤹ ✿ Note: The idea for this AU came from an @sst4rch1ld moodboard. The chapter has not been proofread, there may be grammar or punctuation errors.

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 You loved your life. Mid-60s, a lot of changes in women's lives — for the better, gladly — all the fashion, clothes, the music, and of course, technological advancements. Your father was seen as a lunatic, crazy scientist. definitely ahead of his time. While the first electronic computer was being launched, your father had bigger plans than that.

It was a normal day; you were home, back from school, your mom was cooking, and your dad — of course — was at his lab like a weirdo.

"Hey, Mom!" you said with a smile, going to the kitchen. Your mother glanced sideways and laughed quietly. "Take off those shoes, missy, the floor isn’t the street." You obeyed, tossing them into a corner, and dropped your bag on the chair. Then you leaned against the doorframe, watching the smoke rise from the pot. "Today’s class was tiring" you began. "The teacher spent half an hour talking about equations. He said that one day we would need them in adult life... but I just kept wondering if I’ll ever actually use that stuff."

Your mother didn’t stop stirring the pot. "Yeah, your grandmother used to say that about sewing too... and look, I hardly ever picked up a needle. But we learn, even so." You sighed, adjusting your skirt, and changed the subject. "The girls in class talk so much about getting married soon, some are even engaged already. I don’t know, Mom... it feels like i have to decide my future before I want to." Your mother stared at you, finally setting down the spoon. "And what do you want, my daughter?" The silence hung heavy for a moment. You ran your hand through your hair, biting your lip.

"I don’t know. Sometimes I think about studying more, sometimes I think it would be easier to accept what others expect of me…"

Your mother dried her hands on the apron, came closer, and gently held your face. "You’re only eighteen. The world doesn’t need to be decided now. What matters is that you choose for yourself, not for others." Your eyes welled up without meaning to. "So… what I want can wait?" Your mother smiled, carefully adjusting her braid. "It can. And it should. Life isn’t a race; it’s a journey." And for a few seconds, only the sound of the beans bubbling seemed to mark the time, as if the entire future fit into that small kitchen.

Soon enough, lunch was ready. The smell of meat filled the house, and your father finally left his lab to eat something.

"Honey, you have to stop spending so much time there" your mom said, putting the plates on the table with your help. "Don’t worry, my love. I’ll soon finish my project, and we’ll have all the time in the world" he said, letting out a little laugh as he sat down at the table.

"And what’s that project about?" you asked, clearly curious. "I can’t tell you yet; it might not work the way I expect…" he said, starting to get his food. You just nodded and sat at the table to eat too. Time passed a bit while you were eating with your family; the sky was clear, the sunshine passed through the window, your parents talking about their day and some things that you weren’t really paying attention to, until your father’s voice cut through your lost thoughts.

"My dear, can you do me a favor?" he asked. "Of course, what do you need, Dad?" you said, already getting up. He took a deep breath, passing his hands through his hair, slicking it back. "Can you just…" He started, then cut himself off, thinking again about what he was about to ask. "Can you go to my lab and get my magnetic tapes?" You stared at him for a long time, kind of puzzled. "And what’s that?" He huffed a laugh and explained it to you. "They’re rolls of plastic tape, like recorder tapes, you know? But, like… for backup or something like that." Your face lit up with the new information. "Oh yeah, I know that. I’ll get it for you, Dad. Don’t worry." You said that and started hopping toward the laboratory. Your father yelled from the kitchen, “Don’t touch anything other than that, miss!”

When you unlocked the door and got in, it was like a whole other world for you. Well… kind of messy too. How can your dad spend so much time there without going crazy? Yeah, maybe he is, just like everyone says. There were some tapes on the floor, machine sounds, some punch cards, and stuff you don’t even know what it’s for. You spent some time looking around until you finally saw that thing that looked like recorder tapes. You approached his desk and took a look, soon picking it up. Everything was okay. Everything was fine. Until you turned to leave and hit a  vhs cam  by accident. The noise of the impact was followed by a dry crack and a flash. When you picked it up, the tape had advanced very quickly, coming out of the cartridge. 

That's where it all began.

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60s!reader & 00s!Ellie

⤹ ᝰ Sumarry: Ellie seems to know more than she lets on, but she never says it. She gives you space—enough that you don’t have to question things too closely, even when something feels just out of reach.

You’re busy trying to keep up, to make sense of where you are and what comes next. Still, there are moments that don’t quite fit into that effort—small, quiet ones that linger longer than they should. A hand that stays a second too long, a glance that feels like it means something you can’t name. Around others, everything looks simple. Holidays pass with warmth and laughter, and somehow you find yourself folded into it, like you’ve always been there. It’s easy to forget to ask questions.

Ellie never pushes. She keeps things light, almost careful, like there’s something she’s choosing not to disturb. By the end, nothing is explained. But something has shifted—subtle, steady, and impossible to fully ignore.

⤹ ᝰ Notes: The idea for this AU came from an @sst4rch1ld moodboard. The chapter has not been proofread, there may be grammar or punctuation errors. it's been a long time since the last time... I went through a lot and i'll return bit by bit. i hope u enjoy this cap ♡.

For Ellie, it wasn’t new.

She knew what she was feeling. She knew exactly what was happening. And because of that, she chose to go slow — mostly for you. Ellie knew it had been worse in your time. Much worse. Homophobia wasn’t just an opinion back then; it was a rule, a threat, a wall built into everyday life. So she let you take your time. Let you sit with the confusion, let you stumble through unnamed feelings without pushing, without naming anything out loud. She watched you learn possibilities you’d never been allowed to imagine. At the same time, you were overwhelmed, trying to keep up in school, trying to understand a world that moved too fast, trying to figure out how to go back home. You carried all of that with you, and Ellie carried it too, quietly.

It kept her awake some nights.

Because what did it even mean — falling in love with someone who was, technically, much older than her? Someone who didn’t belong in this time. Someone who would leave at the first chance she got. Someone who wasn’t staying.

Ellie never said any of that to you.

Instead, she vented on MySpace late at night, typing things she immediately wanted to delete but never did. Her followers didn’t really understand — how could they?

“I need her a lot but she doesn’t belong to me. She doesn’t belong here.”

@elliesculture                     posted. 01:10 A.M

“She told me she feels weird around me. Is that good? Or I'm a creep?”

@elliesculture                     posted. 04:25 A.M

People replied with jokes. With vague encouragement. With confusion.

"radiohead mentioned! :D" @jesseesz

Ellie read them all and closed the tab every time, none of it helping.

Because during the day, she watched you smile at her like you didn’t know you were doing it. She felt your hand find hers automatically, like muscle memory you hadn’t earned yet. She felt you relax against her in ways that felt intimate even when you didn’t notice. And she knew.

She knew she was falling in love with someone who didn’t even have the language for it yet. So she stayed quiet.

She never told you how her heart jumped when you leaned into her. Never told you how scared she was of the day you’d finally leave. Never told you how badly she wanted to ask you to stay, and how unfair that would be.

Instead, she smiled. She joked. She kept things soft and safe and unnamed.

And when you looked at her with that confused, searching expression — like you were trying to understand something just out of reach — Ellie only ever said:

“It’s okay. You’re doing fine.”

Even when it was killing her to mean it.

December 24 – Christmas Eve

The house smelled like pine and cookies.

Ellie was untangling a string of lights. Dina was halfway through decorating the tree with a crooked star on top. Jesse was teasing Joel about hanging ornaments upside down.

You stood in the corner, unsure where to put yourself.

“Come on,” Ellie said, grabbing your hand. “You’re helping. No excuses.”

You blinked. She dragged you over to the tree. 

“See?” Dina said, nudging you. “Much better with two people.”

You tried to untangle a string of lights. They got worse.

“Don’t worry,” Ellie said, laughing. “It’s supposed to be messy.”

Later, Joel handed you a cup of cocoa. You thanked him quietly.

“Don’t spill it,” he said gruffly, but you caught a small smile.

By the end of the night, you were sitting between Ellie and Dina on the couch, talking about dreams, what you expect from the future. your real future. before going to bed.

December 25 – Christmas Morning

You woke up to the sound of laughter and shuffling footsteps. The living room smelled like cinnamon and pine, and colored lights reflected off the tree, making the ornaments sparkle.

Ellie was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, a pile of presents in front of her. Dina was teasing Jesse about trying to sneak a peek at his gift early, and Joel was pretending to read the newspaper but clearly peeking over the top.

“You’re awake!” Ellie said, smiling as soon as she saw you. “Come on, it’s Christmas! Presents!” You followed her, rubbing your eyes. The excitement in the room was contagious. Ellie handed you a small box wrapped in bright paper. “Here,” she said. “For you.”

You hesitated for a moment, then carefully untied the ribbon. Inside was a notebook — simple, just like you’d mentioned you liked.

“I… I love it,” you said softly.

Ellie shrugged, cheeks coloring slightly. “Thought you could use it. For… notes or doodles or whatever.”

You looked up, and she leaned just a tiny bit closer than necessary. Your fingers brushed hers as you picked the notebook up. Next, Dina nudged a small package toward you. “Open this one too. I picked it out myself.” Inside was a pair of cozy socks with a funny pattern on them. You laughed, genuinely, and Dina grinned, pleased.

“See? You’re fitting right in,” she said.

Jesse rolled his eyes dramatically. “Yeah, don’t get too comfortable. You’re still technically the new kid.” Joel chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “Don’t listen to him.”

Ellie leaned closer again as you reached for another small gift. “You’re doing great,” she whispered, and your stomach did that weird flutter again. By the end, you were sitting between Ellie and Dina on the floor, your head brushing Ellie’s shoulder as she helped you open the last few presents. The warmth of her body so close to yours, the casual touches that seemed to come from nowhere — it all felt strange and comfortable at the same time. When the morning settled into soft laughter and the rustling of wrapping paper, you realized something you hadn’t expected:

This — being here, laughing, opening presents, touching hands accidentally, being so close to Ellie — might feel like home.

December 31 – New Year’s Eve

The night was loud, full of music and laughter. Fireworks would come soon, the house was already sparkling.

Ellie found you near the window, looking at the sky. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” you said, but your stomach betrayed you. She smiled softly. “You can tell me.”

“I… I don’t know. I just… hope things can stay like this,” you admitted. Ellie’s hand found yours. She laced her fingers with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Hey,” she said, leaning close, “we’ll figure it out. One day at a time.”

You turned toward her. Her face was calm, inviting. You didn’t pull away.

When the clock struck midnight, fireworks filled the sky. You and Ellie pressed close, heads almost touching.

Dina and Jesse cheered loudly behind you, and Joel clapped with a rare smile.

But at that moment, none of that mattered. Just the warmth of Ellie’s hand in yours and the quiet understanding that you belonged somewhere.

That night, again, you found yourself in Ellie’s bed. This time, you were the one awake.

Ellie was asleep, curled against you in the way she always did — head resting lightly on your shoulder, arm draped across your waist. You couldn’t help yourself. Your fingers traced along the curve of her back, smoothing the soft fabric of her shirt. Your other hand played with strands of her hair, winding them gently around your fingers.

You tilted your head, counting the freckles scattered across her shoulder and neck. Every one seemed impossibly small, impossibly perfect, and somehow yours to notice.

Ellie stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake. You froze for a second, worried you’d moved too much, then relaxed when her breathing stayed even.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered softly, brushing her hair from her forehead. You didn’t expect an answer. Her hand twitched against your side, brushing your waist almost accidentally. Your heart skipped. You froze again, just a little, not wanting to ruin the moment. You let your hand linger on her back, tracing gentle patterns, letting your fingers fall naturally. She shifted closer in her sleep, pressing against you just enough to make it impossible not to notice. Minutes passed. Hours felt like seconds. You didn’t need words. You didn’t need explanations.

You pressed a soft kiss to her temple, just because you could. She shifted slightly, murmured something soft again, but stayed asleep. you let yourself sink fully into the moment — her warmth, the quiet, the closeness, the unspoken understanding that whatever this was, it was yours to feel tonight. Outside, the world still celebrated a new year. Inside, the two of you simply existed, tangled together, counting freckles and heartbeats, and letting the night stretch on forever.

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‎‎⤹ ✿ Sumarry: Two months in a new time blur together as you and Ellie grow closer. Small touches, shared warmth, and quiet moments reveal feelings neither of you fully understands — yet somehow, being near her begins to feel like home.

‎‎⤹ ✿ Note: The idea for this AU came from an @sst4rch1ld moodboard. The chapter has not been proofread, there may be grammar or punctuation errors.

Two months had passed in a blur, slipping through your fingers like smoke. As the days went by, you felt yourself slowly fading, as if you didn’t fully belong anywhere anymore. Ellie was still trying to understand what had brought you to that time, searching for some kind of explanation, but it wasn’t easy, especially at the end of the year, when she was overwhelmed with exams and graduation pressure. Ellie was a nerd, yes, but not a genius. She did her best, even when she didn’t have all the answers.

Amid all the despair and the aching longing for your family, you and Ellie grew closer. She became your anchor, the one constant in this unfamiliar world. She was all you had and she was still trying, never giving up on you.

Going to school with Ellie taught you more than just subjects from textbooks. Catching up on the final year was exhausting, and sometimes it felt impossible to understand everything so quickly, but Ellie was endlessly patient, explaining things over and over until they finally made sense. 

“Hey… you’ve been quiet all day,” Ellie said softly, closing her notebook and turning toward you. “Did something happen?”

You shrugged, staring at your hands. “I don’t know. Some days just feel heavier than others.”

Ellie nodded, as if she understood more than she let on. “Is it… 1963 again?”

Your breath caught for a moment. “Yeah,” you admitted. “I keep thinking about what my family might be doing right now. If they even notice I’m gone yet.”

Ellie swallowed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I knew how to fix this. I really do.”

“You’re already doing more than enough,” you replied quickly, finally looking at her. “You didn’t ask for me to show up in your life like this.”

She smiled sadly. “You’re not a burden, you know that, right?”

“Everything here is so different. Sometimes I’m scared I’ll forget who I used to be.” You said quietly.

Ellie leaned back in her chair, thinking. “Talk to me about it. About your time. About who you are.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Christmas was… quieter where I’m from, only a few people” you said. “But it felt warmer. Just because everyone was together.”

Ellie’s eyes softened. “Then we’ll make this Christmas feel like that,” she said gently. “It won’t be perfect, but… you won’t be alone.”

You smiled, a small but genuine one. “Thank you, Ellie.”

“Always,” she replied. “Until we figure out how to get you home, or until you’re ready for whatever comes next.”

With that, you just stared at her. Your heart warmed again, beating faster in your chest. It felt strange, almost unsettling, to feel this way about a friend. You had friends back in your own time, people you cared about deeply, but you had never felt this. Maybe it was because Ellie was different. She was kind in a quiet way, patient, gentle. Maybe she was simply such a good friend — your favorite — that your heart reacted without asking permission.

Ellie wasn’t immune to the feeling either. The difference was that she recognized it. She knew what it meant, even if she didn’t fully understand what to do with it yet. Maybe it was too soon. Maybe she was scared you wouldn’t feel the same or that the time you came from made everything more complicated.

You just kept looking at each other, the silence stretching between you. You felt an urge to move closer, to close the small distance separating you. Maybe for a hug. Why did you suddenly feel so aware of her presence, so sensitive to every little movement? Best friends didn’t usually feel like this… did they?

Ellie gathered her courage and leaned in slightly. You didn’t move. Not because you didn’t want to — but because you couldn’t. You were completely mesmerized by her: the freckles scattered across her face, the soft green of her eyes. The silence grew heavier, pressing against your chest, until it became unbearable. You cleared your throat and looked away.

Ellie let out a small, nervous laugh.

“Why.. Why do I feel weird wanting a hug?” you asked, awkward.

“well.. I don't know. You can always ask for a hug from me.” She said, already opening her arms to welcome you.

You didn't waste your time, already leaning into her arms and letting out a quiet sigh.

For Ellie, it was just a hug. Simple. Natural. Almost innocent.

For you, it felt like crossing a line carved into your bones decades ago.

The moment her arms wrapped around you, your body betrayed you. You melted, not dramatically, not visibly but in a way that scared you far more. Your shoulders relaxed. Your breath evened out. Your forehead brushed against her collarbone, and for half a second, you forgot where you were. Ellie smelled like soap and something warm, something alive. Your hands hovered awkwardly at her sides. You didn’t hug back. You clung. The realization hit you all at once. sharp and merciless.  

Ellie’s arms stayed around you for a moment longer than expected. You didn’t understand why your chest felt tight. Or why your hands trembled slightly against her back. It didn’t feel like fear exactly. Fear you knew well. This was something else. Something unfamiliar. Uninvited.

You pulled away first. Too fast.

“I—” You stopped yourself. You didn’t even know what you were about to say. Ellie watched you carefully, like she was afraid a sudden move might scare you off. “Are you okay?” You nodded. Then shook your head. Then nodded again. “I don’t know,” you admitted. The words tasted strange. “I just… I don’t usually feel like this.” 

“Like what?” she asked gently.

You opened your mouth — and closed it.

There was no word for it. No memory to compare it to. Just a restless sensation under your skin, a warmth that made you want to step closer and farther away at the same time.

“I don't know.. like —”  You stopped. “Like I can't breathe?” you said finally, quieter. Just confused. Ellie’s expression softened. You hugged your arms around yourself, suddenly very aware of your own body, of how close she still was. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, ashamed. “I can give you space,” she said immediately. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

That made your stomach twist. It wasn’t her presence that bothered you. It was how aware you were of it.

“No,” you said quickly, then hesitated. “I mean— I don’t know. I just need a second.” You looked anywhere but at her. The room felt smaller now. Quieter. Like it was waiting for you to figure something out you didn’t have the tools for. Ellie spoke softly. “You don’t have to understand it right now.”

You let out a shaky breath. Ellie tilted her head slightly. “what do you do when something doesn’t make sense?”

 “I pretend it goes away,” you answered. Ellie didn’t smile. “Does it?”

You stayed silent.

Because even now, your body still remembered the shape of her arms around you. The calm. The warmth. The way everything else had gone quiet.

You didn’t know what that meant. But you knew it hadn’t gone away.

You shook your head. “Ugh, I feel weird,” you said, curling into yourself. “Am I weird?” You lifted your head.

Ellie chuckled softly. “Kinda.”

“Oh…”  You made a face.

“But what’s wrong with being weird?” she added, tilting her head to the side.

You thought about it for a second. “Weird usually means people stare,” you said. “Or whisper.” Ellie shrugged. “Yeah, but people stare at lots of things. Like pineapple on pizza.”

That caught you off guard. You snorted before you could stop yourself. “That’s not the same.”

“It is,” she insisted. “Both make people irrationally angry.” You shook your head again, but this time you were smiling a little. “I don’t know… this feels different.”

“Different how?”

You hesitated, searching for the right words and finding none. “Like my body didn’t get the memo,” you said. “Like it’s reacting to something my brain didn’t agree to.”

Ellie laughed, softer this time. “Okay, yeah. That happens.”

You blinked. “It does?”

“All the time,” she said easily. “Bodies are weird. They do stuff without asking.” That made you relax. just a bit. You uncrossed your arms, then crossed them again out of habit. “So I’m not broken?”

Ellie looked at you like that idea was genuinely funny. “No. If you were broken, I’d hear some kind of cracking sound.”

You smiled despite yourself. There was a small pause. Not awkward — just quiet.

You glanced at her. “So… when something feels weird, what do you do?”

Ellie thought for a moment. “I usually just let it be weird,” she said. “I don’t poke it too much.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

She grinned. “Only if you overthink it.”

You huffed. “I overthink everything.”

“I noticed,” Ellie teased gently.

The warmth crept back into your chest. That same confusing flutter, but this time, it didn’t feel so alarming. Still strange. Still unfamiliar. Just… less scary.

You didn’t know what it meant. But for now, you could live with weird.

Ellie shifted closer, slow enough that you noticed every inch of it.

You tensed out of habit, then stopped yourself. Nothing bad happened. The floor didn’t open. No alarms went off. It was just… her, sitting near you, knees almost touching. “It’s getting late,” she said. “You look tired.”

“I’m not tired,” you replied automatically.

Ellie gave you a look. “You just yawned.”

“That was… a thinking yawn.”

She laughed. “Sure.”

There was a beat of silence. Comfortable this time. The kind that didn’t ask anything of you. “You can stay,” Ellie said casually. “If you want. You don’t have to go anywhere right now.” You hesitated. Staying felt like a decision. Leaving felt like one too. Somehow, staying felt easier.

“Okay,” you said. “But just for a bit.”

“Just a bit,” she echoed. You both lay down, awkward at first, leaving a polite amount of space between your bodies. Too much space. You stared at the ceiling, very aware of the warmth beside you, of the way her breathing slowly evened out. After a few minutes, Ellie shifted in her sleep, rolling slightly toward you. Her arm brushed yours.

You froze.

Then… nothing happened.

Your heart sped up anyway.

You told yourself it was just practical. the room was cool, bodies naturally moved toward warmth. That made sense. That was reasonable. You let yourself relax a little. Another minute passed. Maybe two. Without fully deciding to, you turned onto your side. Ellie murmured something unintelligible, then half-asleep tucked herself closer, her arm settling around your waist like it had always belonged there. You sucked in a quiet breath. This should’ve felt wrong. Alarming. Unacceptable.

Instead, your body softened again, betraying you for the second time that night.

You stayed very still at first, afraid that moving might wake her, or worse — make you aware of what you were doing. But the warmth was steady. Her breathing slow. Safe. Eventually, cautiously, you rested your hand against her arm.

She sighed softly, content, and pulled you in just a little more. Your forehead rested against her shoulder. Your legs tangled without ceremony.

You didn’t know what this meant. You didn’t know what to call it. You didn’t know what tomorrow would demand of you. But right now, wrapped in Ellie’s arms, with the world held at a distance, the weird feeling finally quieted.

Not gone.

Just gentle.

Morning didn’t change things.

That was what surprised you the most.

You woke up tangled in Ellie — her arm still around you, your face pressed lightly against her shoulder — and for a split second, panic tried to kick in. Then you realized she was still asleep, breathing slow and warm, completely unbothered.

So you stayed.

When she finally stirred, there was no dramatic reaction. No jumping apart. Just a sleepy sound from her throat and a lazy stretch that somehow pulled you closer instead of away. “Morning,” she mumbled.

“Morning,” you answered, your voice rough from sleep.

Neither of you mentioned the fact that you were still holding each other. You expected things to snap back into place after that. Distance. Awareness. Rules. But they didn’t. Instead, little things started happening.

Ellie would sit closer than necessary, knees brushing yours like it was an accident — even when there was plenty of space. When she laughed, she’d lean into you without thinking, her shoulder knocking into yours, her hand briefly gripping your arm for balance. And you? you didn’t move away.

Sometimes your fingers found the sleeve of her jacket when she was talking, tugging at it absentmindedly. Sometimes you’d reach out to get her attention and realize your hand had been resting on her wrist a second longer than needed.

None of it felt planned. That was the strange part. The touches just… appeared. Like they’d always been there and you were only now noticing them.

Once, she brushed a crumb off the corner of your mouth with her thumb before either of you realized what was happening. You froze, eyes wide, heart kicking hard against your ribs.

Ellie froze too.

“Oh— sorry,” she said quickly. “I didn’t even think.”

You swallowed. “It’s… fine.”

And it was.

Another time, you fell asleep on the couch, head tipping sideways. When you woke up, your head was in her lap, her fingers lazily tracing nothing in particular along your arm as she watched something on TV. You shifted slightly.

She looked down. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. After a beat: “You can keep doing that.”

She smiled — small, warm, not teasing. “Okay.”

What unsettled you wasn’t the closeness anymore.

It was how natural it felt.

Your body seemed to recognize Ellie before your mind could catch up. Leaning toward her when you laughed. Turning to her first when something caught your attention. Relaxing the moment you felt her nearby.

One evening, walking side by side, your hands brushed.

You both paused. Neither of you pulled away.

Ellie glanced at you, searching your face. “Is this okay?” You looked at your hands. How easily they fit. “I think so,” you said slowly. “It doesn’t feel… loud.” She smiled softly. “Good.” Your fingers curled around hers before you had time to think about it.

You still didn’t know what any of it meant.

You still didn’t have a name for the feeling.

But whatever it was, it kept showing up in quiet ways — in borrowed warmth, in absent touches, in the simple fact that being close to Ellie felt less like a question now... and more like an answer you hadn’t learned how to say yet.

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