#chine says “I think I just got kicked out too. Maybe that's just what happens?"

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give meee... headcanons about the Sangfielle friends in the most boring AU you can imagine like. idk. office Sangfielle. grocery store Sangfielle. they all work at a movie theater. whatever sounds mundane as hell and you have Thoughts about :3

okay tumblr ate my fucking answer the first time. let's try this again.

the thing about these guys is that no matter how mundane you make it, they can make anything into a situation. that's just the guys they are. so we put them in a Walmart.

Marn is an employee with a great customer service voice. She's keeping it together in the face of some truly wild statements and requests. One man keeps asking for frootie hooties, a brand of cereal that he insists is real and everyone is just refusing to sell to him, and she's spent twenty minutes trying to tell him that they just don't have it in stock

Lye and Es are having an animated conversation in the clothing area, where she is examining various colorful dresses and he is distractedly picking things off of nearby shelves and putting them back down. The conversation started at how they got kicked out of dayward yve's novelty store and is now about whether stealing should be more or less of a crime than manslaughter, because it's not as bad as killing but it is on purpose. People are trying not to pay attention to them. Eventually they are asked to leave, at which point it is revealed that lye has about two hundred dollars worth of items in his pockets and es has some candles she liked and a new pair of shoes in hers. They are both barred from Walmart.

Duvall hates it here. It's loud, he hates the lights, the aisles make no sense, he can't find anything he's looking for, and people keep coming up to him to ask him where things are. He doesn't even work here. Why do people assume he works here? He's not even wearing any Walmart merchandise. Is that what it's called when you're an employee? Merchandise? Well, it's what it would be called if he wears it, which he never will, because he doesn't work here and never wants to. Have a nice day ma'am.

Pickman is slowly marching her way through the aisles one at a time, peering at her shopping list and holding a tiny shopping basket in one hand. She has to be very careful not to knock the shelves over sometimes. Just trying to get groceries. People are nervously avoiding her. Says "Hey, you" to some poor employee to ask where the milk and cigarettes are. Just grunts at everything else. When she's at the checkout, the guy there asks "Did you find everything you're looking for?", and she just says "No." and leaves

Chine comes out of the bathroom with a live rat in his hand. People scream. The manager finally comes up to him like "Sir, you can't have rats in here." They say "Oh, she's not mine. She was just having trouble opening the door." Gets a big meat on the bone at the deli and nothing else. When he asks how much it costs, they just say it's on the house and try to get him to leave as soon as possible. They go like "Oh, really? Are you sure? I have some money." and sound surprised but pleased, like they're being done a personal favor. The employees insist. He's like "Alright, thanks!" and then asks the rat if she wants anything

#the manager tells an employee to get the rat some cheese. chine says that cheese is actually bad for rats and some seeds would be better #the manager tells the employee to get the rat some seeds and for chine to get the fuck out of their establishment #chine is a little taken aback by the rudeness but leaves without further issue #runs into lye and es outside and is like “hey look they just gave me some free stuff” #Lyke is like “what???? I got kicked out because I wanted free stuff!” #chine says “I think I just got kicked out too. Maybe that's just what happens?" #lyke says “yeah but you got to keep the stuff!” #“Did you not get to keep your stuff?” #“I mean. Not *all* of it.” #“Huh.” #“They didn't let me keep the stuff I kept on purpose.” #es makes a reasonable sounding remark about how they'd be running a pretty terrible business if they handed everything out for free #everyone should get what they need but these people do have livelihoods to think about #is also putting on lipstick that she definitely just shoplifted #duvall comes out and swears he's never coming back here. is asked if he's also banned for life from the Walmart. #demands what the hell these people were doing in the Walmart to get banned for life #because he saw a man getting real heated about frootie hooties and that's definitely not a real cereal #so if that doesn't meet the bar he's not sure he wants to know what does #sangfielle #friends at the table #Shoop #asks

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21 with jongeorgie or 30 with lonely eyes

This was a tough one to choose, anon, but I did Lonely Eyes recently so I had to go with 21.

21. petrichor - the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of dry weather

*

The fight is Jon’s fault.

It’s too hot, is the problem. Who the hell was it that decided exams should happen in the middle of May, and that there should be a heatwave at the same time? It’s too hot, and Jon hasn’t been able to sleep in days, turning restlessly on his mattress with all the covers stripped off.

He gives up on sleep most nights, sits in the sweaty mess of his sheets with his revision notes, squinting through gritty eyes. Jon’s not afraid of failing, but he’s desperately afraid of not doing well enough. He’s self aware enough to know that Being Good At Academics is not a solid foundation to build your entire sense of worth on, but he doesn’t know how to do anything else.

Georgie somehow thrives in the heat, wearing shorts and loose shirts and running wet fingers through her hair to cool down. She tries to convince Jon to cool down too, physically and mentally, but the more she urges him to relax the more tightly his insides coil.

The night things go bad they’re at Jon’s flatshare. Ostensibly hanging out, but in fact Jon is studying while Georgie lounges at the end of his bed, flipping through one of his books and making small huffing sounds of boredom from time to time. It’s the hottest day yet, and storm clouds have been gathering all evening, close and humid, threatening to break at any time.

“We should go to the seaside on the weekend,” she says, kicking a sandaled foot in the air. “I promise you won’t melt if you go in the water. Probably.”

“I need to study,” say Jon, frowning at a collection of Catullus. Georgie sighs and sits up.

“You always need to study,” she says, tartly. “What you need is to take a break, Jon. Relax for five minutes. You don’t see me getting all stressed out about exams.”

“Well it’s easy if you don’t mind graduating with a third,” Jon snaps without thinking. Georgie looks at him, her expression going dark. She opens her mouth.

Ten minutes later Jon’s storming out past his startled flatmate, and he’s down in the street furiously smoking a cigarette before it occurs to him that he’s the one who lives here. Now he’ll have to wait for Georgie to leave before he can go back inside, because he can’t face her. Not after the vicious, poisonous things he said. She gave as good as she got, and god, he won’t forget some of it for a long time, but it was his fault. The best thing in his life for a long time, and he’s ruined it. Typical.

Jon’s hands are trembling faintly as he lights a second cigarette, his vision blurred with more than exhaustion. He sees a flash in the distance, lightning, and the clouds rumble ominously overhead. There is a hot, electric feeling in the air, sending goosebumps down Jon’s arms.

“Can I have one of those?”

Georgie looks a little sheepish, but defiant with it. Jon offers her the pack and she lights one without looking at him. The thunder rolls above them again.

“Do you want me to come and get my stuff from your house?” Jon asks quietly. “Or do you want to bring it into uni?”

“What?” Georgie sounds bewildered. “What are you - are you breaking up with me?”

“I can’t take back what I said,” Jon says, miserable. “I’m sorry. It was my fault. I didn’t mean - ”

He stops as tears threaten to choke him, pressing up hot and painful behind his eyes. He blinks them back angrily. Thunder roars, and there is a cacophony of noise around them as rain starts to fall with shocking abruptness, hammering the pavement violently. In moments they’re both soaked, no point even trying to escape, cigarettes dissolving to mush in their hands. Georgie looks at him through the downpour, startled and sad.

“We had a fight, Jon,” she says, raising her voice above the rainfall. “Just a fight. You’ve been really stressed out recently, and I have to admit I’ve been a bit annoyed about it. It doesn’t mean we have to break up. I mean, unless you want to?”

“No!” Jon says without thinking. “Of course I don’t! I just thought - ”

“You thought if you didn’t do everything perfectly, all the time, your life would be over?” Georgie gives him a sad little smile, her hair plastered over her forehead like a wet cat, her thick eyeliner running as she blinks rainwater away. Right here and now, soaked and shivering in a downpour, she takes Jon’s breath away.

“Yeah,” Jon says, something painful and angled unwinding in his chest. It feels like releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “I suppose I did.”

Georgie reaches out and takes his hand, squeezes it tightly in her small one. The deluge is dying away to a gentle patter, and the sharp, tight heat in the air has disappeared, washed away in the cool dampness.

“You don’t have to do things perfectly,” Georgie tells him. “Not with me. We all fuck up, but you’re worth a lot, Jon Sims. You just need to know it.”

Jon can smell the earth, rich and smoky and alive, joyously drinking in the rain. He feels suddenly terribly tired, all the tension draining from him. He thinks maybe he could sleep for a week, if he had Georgie beside him. He squeezes her hand in return.

“We could go down to Bournemouth on the weekend,” he says, tentatively. “You haven’t met my grandmother yet. And Alum Chine beach is lovely.”

Georgie smiles.

“That sounds really nice.”

*

12. liberosis (Peter/Elias)

19. selcouth (Jon/Elias)

6. hiraeth (Jon/Martin)

17. cruore (Jon&Daisy, Daisy/Basira)

I’m full up on prompts for now, thanks to everyone who submitted one!

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