𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 @mylesreeves - Tumblr Blog

ofkingsnqueens:

river kept a cigarette behind his ear most of the time. it was just comfortable and convenient, because the second he walked out for a break, it was already there. no need to pull it out, feel his fingers freeze, or something that had actually happened more than once, he would drop his cigarette as he got it out of the pack. OR BROKE IT. it was a nightmare. but this was a nightmare he was not quite prepared for– seeing myles out back as well. he knew he was around the mall all the time, but he had learned times and places, because the last thing he wanted was to look him in the eyes. he rubbed the back of his neck the second his cigarette was lit, trying to stay at a distance so he would not be noticed. but it was too late. shit. “what? a lighter?” he asked as if he had not understood well. “i mean, sure.” he shrugged, tossed it up into the air only to catch it again and hold it out for the other, not sure if he should even say hi, hello, how are you, or some kind of dumb joke with the idea. he was uncomfortable, which was not something river could say happened often, so he did not like the sensation.

he hadn’t seen river in awhile, whether it was by design or coincidence he wasn’t entirely sure but now here they were. myles didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards his ex but they didn’t exactly hang out anymore, for obvious reasons. but if anyone had a lighter on them, it would be river which was why he asked in the first place. “yeah, a lighter.” he confirmed, taking a few steps in river’s direction. myles watched as the lighter was tossed into the air, almost getting ready to catch it thinking the other was throwing it his way at first. “thanks.” hand reaching out to take the lighter from him once he was close enough, his fingers brushing against the other’s. he stood quietly for a moment, lighting the cigarette and keeping the lighter in his hand as he looked his ex over. he could tell river felt unease, he’d been with the man long enough to gauge how he was feeling, the real question was it myle’s fault he felt that way or was the most recent attack that had him like this. “feelin’ okay?” he asked testing the waters.

#( interactions. )#( river. )

hallowghoul:

“honestly? don’t quite remember it.” viktoria admits with a sarcastic laugh before grabbing a beer from behind the bar and popping it open before pouring it’s contents into a chilled glass. with only ten minutes left on her work day she was eager to let her muscles relax and her body to calm down. “to be fair i had been drinking shit vodka that same day, messed with the experience.” she explains before moving to refill a regular’s glass. once she’s back in front of myles she takes another swig, nose scrunching. “so… see any fairies yet?” she teases.

“oh?” there was no surprise in his tone, given that she said they were drinking absinthe at an eighteenth birthday party it was no shock that she might have blacked out during that. “in a good or bad way, will drinking other alcohol fuck with the absinthe?” he asked tapping his finger against the bottle of beer in his hand, as much as he’d hate to waste a good beer he wanted a decent experience for his first try. he laughed at the question, “not yet but hopefully soon, i could use a little fairy friend.”

#( interactions. )#( viktoria. )

urdamage:

hen wen didn’t usually smoke , but as someone who refused to touch drugs or alcohol , she needed something to get through the heightened stress and terror she felt due to the ongoing attacks in town . she also loved a good excuse to step out of the theatre and out of the mall during her shifts , and most employees respected quick smoke breaks . that’s how they found themself out the back of the mall today , their heart heavy , their mind cloudy , their mood sour . they almost hadn’t noticed they were in anyone’s company until they spoke up . “ huh ? ” she asked as a reflex , despite having heard what he said . “ oh , uhh , yeah . just a second . ” they lit their own smoke before stepping closer and passing their lighter over to the other . “ just don’t pocket it . ” they didn’t mean to sound like they expected it of the other , their bad mood just impaired their ability to sugar coat - not that hen wen was ever known for her ability to do that on a good day .

“a light” he repeated when they said ‘huh’. myles took the lighter from them with a “thanks” once it was offered. “don’t worry, i’ll give it back.” he said, taking no offense to their words, as he lit the cigarette. normally he would try and pocket any lighter that came into his possession, however with them watching and actually asking for it back he wouldn’t be able to snag this one. “how’s your day going so far?” he asked passing the lighter back, attempting some small talk since they were out here together.

#( interactions. )#( hen wen. )

cherrybitcs:

BEING INSIDE THE MALL FELT suffocating . whispers from customers as they noticed lark on their crutches , wincing in pain as they worked . lark had insisted on getting back to work as soon as they possibly could since they couldn’t really afford to miss much work . bills needed to be paid and whether you were almost killed or not , they didn’t stop . lark had stepped outside the building in the back to catch their breath , leaning against the wall and slumping down to the ground . hands are tangled in their hair and they had hardly noticed the other even come outside . wasn’t it obvious they wanted to be left alone ?? a look of annoyance is shot upward , brows knitting together . there’s a harsh comment that begs to slip past their lips but lark holds it in . instead , they dig inside their pocket and hold up the lighter without saying a word .

The look Lark shot at him made him realize he should have just went back inside the mall to get his own lighter but it was too late, he’d already opened his mouth. He took the lighter from them, giving a small nod in thanks, quickly lighting his smoke and passing it back to them. It was hard seeing Lark like this, Myles considered them to be a friend and he had no clue how to help, since it was clear they were having a rough time. Taking the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took a seat next to them, silently offering them one. Asking if they were okay just felt pointless, but he wanted to show support somehow which meant quietly sitting next to them until they told him to fuck off.

#( interactions. )#( lark. )#hahaha

mockingjayne12

Jessie & Archie

open starter: @shrikestart location: behind the shrike mall

Myles was on his break and headed to his usual spot, out back of the mall for a smoke. It was quieter there, the only people he really encounter behind the mall were other employees also seeking some peace and quiet, there was the occasional random person back there but they either kept to themselves or took off when he arrived. His back pressed against the wall of the building Myles dug into his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter, only managing to find one of two. Placing a cigarette between his lips he searched his back pockets for the missing lighter, trying to remember where he might have left it when it wasn’t in any of his pockets. “Fuck” he muttered to himself, realizing the lighter was probably in his jacket pocket, which he left back at fast times. As luck would have it someone joined him, perhaps saving him from a trip back inside the mall. “Hey, do you have a light?” he asked holding up his unlit cigarette.

#shrikestart

ianfm:

closed starter for @mylesreeves location: sundown apartment laundry room

The Sundown Apartments might as well be called the Rundown Apartments. Since Ian moved in over six years ago there were still certain things that remained unfixed. The light that illuminated the sign itself had flickered since Ian moved in. It’s inconsistency was such a constant in Ian’s life he feared the day it’d burn out for good. Most quirks around the apartment got fixed in a more timely manner… today just happened to be one of Ian’s unlucky days. With a load of soaking wet laundry in the dryer Ian confidently put his quarters in only for the machine to eat them.

“Shit,” Ian complained as he pat down his pockets for quarters he wouldn’t find. It was just then that someone joined him in the building’s small laundry room. “Hey Myles, you got any spare quarters?” The machine ate mine again,” he said gently rocking the dryer back and forth as if jostling it would somehow make it register his money. “I’ve got a dollar on me just no quarters.” He wasn’t wanting to run home and crack open a piggy bank just to do his laundry.

Laundry day, a day he hated. Myles didn’t mind doing laundry growing up but since moving into sundown apartments it was just a headache to do the chore. Travelling all the way down to the laundry room only to fight with the machines most of the time or have a load of laundry only half dry because the dryer was shit. With a laundry basket in his arms Myles entered the room, using his hip to hold the door open while he maneuvered his way through with the basket. “Hey. Ahh, let me check.” he replied placing his laundry on top of a machine to check his pockets for extra quarters. “Does that help?” Watching as Ian rocked the dryer, making his way towards the other. “How many do you need?” He asked having some extra change on him, taking what he needed to start his load - assuming he wouldn’t run into the same problem as Ian, offering the rest with an outstretched hand for Ian to take what he needed.

#( interactions. )#( ian. )

hallowghoul:

vik had only drank absinthe once in her life, though it had been a fairly short one as of her 25th birthday. her aunt had been traveling the country in a beat up van when she stopped by to visit herself and her older brother with a bottle and explained the process. if she hadn’t written it down it would of been long forgotten but today it almost came as second hand nature. “once, i was eighteen.” she hums. vik moves to lean her hip against the bar top, eyes scouring over the crowd with a nod. even if the town had much to drink about these days it had seemed to thin out before the 5 o’clock hour and she was eager to have the only worry on her mind entail what she was about to experience. “cheers.” she echos as their glasses clink together. vik is quick to take a swig, nose wrinkling at the taste as she holds herself back from gagging. “forgot how fuckin’ bitter this shit tastes.” she mutters before grabbing a lime from the bucket, squeezing the liquid into her mouth.

the liquor was harsher than the others he usually drank, the sugar cube not doing much to improve the taste as it burned down his throat. he exhaled loudly hoping somehow that would help and when it did nothing he picked up the bottle of beer he’d been drinking before the absinthe and took a swig of that. “you tried this at eighteen? shit. must have been one hell of a party. how was the experience?” he asked, maybe that was something he should have asked prior to drinking it but where was the fun in that.

#( interactions. )#( viktoria. )

hallowghoul:

“hallucinogenic alcohol, baby.” vik replies as she spins the bottle in her hand, eyes narrowing in on the label though it was in a different language. she lifted her head and looked at the occupancy of the bar, quiet enough on a monday afternoon. “watch the bottle, it’s a bit of a process.” she explains as she places it on the bar top for myles to oversee before she ducks down to retrieve a bottle of water, two glasses, two sugar cubes and spoons to pair. reemerging she sets up the makeshift station, placing the spoon over the glasses respectively with a sugar cube on each. after preparing the cups, vik delicately drips a quarter cup of absinthe each before hoisting her glass in the air. “i’m off in twenty, cheers to hoping i make it that far.”

myles was no stranger to hallucinogens, he’d dabbled in different drugs before but this was his first time trying hallucinogenic alcohol, he wasn’t sure how different it would be but at least he vaguely knew what he was getting into. he spun the bottle so the label was facing him after it was set in front of him, briefly looking over the label and reading the parts that he could. “have you done this before?” he asked while vik started the mixing process, she seemed to know what she was doing, myles would have just taken a shot of the absinthe and called it a day. he was willing to wait the twenty minutes till she was actually done work but vik didn’t appear to mind that she still was on the clock so he followed suit grabbing the second glass, clinking it against hers. “you’re good, i don’t think it’s going to get too busy in here within twenty minutes. cheers to a good trip.” he echoed taking a drink from the glass.

#( interactions. )#( viktoria. )#tw: drugs

hallowghoul:

location: julio’s status: open

@shrikestart

“so i found this bottle in the back, fuckin’ covered in dust..” vik mutters more to herself than the person in front of her as she unveils the liquor, holding it up to the bit of light offered by the bar. her eyes squint at the label and a subtle smirk is present on her lips. “huh, ever try absinthe?” she asks as she looks to her companion, mischief in her eyes as she lowers it with a quick look around to assure she hadn’t been caught with her discovery. she leans forward, eyebrow raised. “you in?” she asks.

“what is it?” myles asked after her announcement of the discovery, watching as she examined the bottle closer to figure out what it was. he shook his head at the question, he’d heard of absinthe before, the potential affects the liquor could have but had yet to try it for himself. “i’m in. do we just drink it straight? or is it meant to be mixed with something?”

#( interactions. )#( viktoria. )

archie renaux, bisexual, male + he/him ― hey look, it’s myles reeves! they’re twenty-four years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for six years, and they’re currently working at fast times. i heard they’re pretty reckless, but i think they’re so dependable at the same time. can they make it out alive? || ( ian vogt’s connection )

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