So, on the subject of ‘things i finished a while back and needed to post,’ this is Part Two of this thing. It’s basically shippy nonsense and discussion of how Sarah Williams is a weird motherfucker.
“So who’s Sarah?”
Jonathan asked after they’d eaten dinner—just takeout, because they were both
feeling particularly lazy. He was toying
with the folded bit of notebook paper with Sarah’s number on it, curious, and
Nancy smiled as she dropped the last few dishes they’d used into the drying
rack. She padded over, barefoot with her
hair loose around her shoulders, and settled herself in his lap without so much
as an ‘as you please’. He wrapped his
arms around her snugly and tucked her back against his chest, his chin hooked
over her shoulder like a little boy.
“Sarah,” Nancy
said, reaching out to play with the paper herself, “is the girl who recited Der Erlkonig in its original
German. She’s a freshman and she’s…odd.”
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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. You've watched Stranger Things. You love Labyrinth. You are free from your internship. Stranger Things/Labyrinth Crossover we discussed. Nancy and Jonathan are my baby monster hunters. Sarah and Nancy meet in college. Go forth <3
LAURENS, your timing is a dream, I just finished the first part of that. It’s going to be a longer thing, because of course it is, and I’m going to post it piecemeal under the tag “Stranger Labyrinth AU” because if people can portmanteau character names into increasingly worrying sexual diseases, I can do that.
It was the
girl’s smile that drew Nancy’s eye, the first time. There was something about it, something
off-kilter and a little familiar—it was the smile of someone laughing at a joke
no one else understood. Harder than pure
humor, somehow, as if looking out at the world and saying you poor oblivious bastards all the while.
There were days
where Nancy lived that smile. She hadn’t gone a day without seeing it on a
face since she was in high school. Her
brother had it, sometimes, her boyfriend, often, she could feel it curve her lips
every time someone suggested a horror movie.
They sort of lost their thrill, when you’d lived one.
So when she saw
the girl sitting alone at a table in the quad, long dark hair swinging loose
and her lovely face turned up toward the sun, Nancy walked over.
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