#is that maybe mikey used to go hunting with his friends occasionally and once he finds out what william is

[echoghost1]

What's In A Name

okay, this took me longer than I expected... but here is the fic based on this post

Title: What's In A Name

Summary: Danny thought that having a sub in class would make things easier. Unfortunately, this leads to everyone finding out that his first name isn't Daniel.

His class isn't taking the news very well.

word count: 1670

you can read it on AO3 or down below the cut!

Oh, and I guess I'll tag the people from that post: @spookberry @shinygoldstar

Danny had just gotten to school and was getting his supplies for first period when Tucker ran up with way more excitement for this early in the morning.

“Dude, you’re never going to believe it!”

“Believe what?” Danny asked with an amused grin.

“Lancer took a sick day since the first time in forever!”

Danny felt like he was missing something.

Tucker rolled his eyes when Danny didn’t react correctly, “Subs, man. We have subs.”

“In all of his classes?” Danny asked as the news finally sunk in.

“Yup.” Tucker said with confidence as he popped the ‘p’.

“I have so many classes with him.”

“I know dude, me too!” He wrapped his arm around Danny’s shoulder, “Which means that today is going to be a breeze.”

Danny smiled and couldn’t help getting excited about a nice easy day at school.

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His first class was easy.

The sub seemed just as tired as they were and simply checked that they were in their assigned seats and handed out a worksheet for them to do.

Once the teacher made it clear that they didn’t care if they worked together or not, it turned into more of a hang-out session than actually getting much work done.

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His second period was science which he didn’t have with Mr. Lancer so he actually had to pay attention.

It was a lab day and he was still banned for life from handling all fragile school property, so the lab they had was a bit difficult until the teacher remembered (was reminded) and let him team up with Mikey.

All he had to do was take notes on what was happening. Which was fine. He could do that no problem.

All Mikey asked was for his handwriting to be legible.

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It was his third class that ruined everything. It had all been going so well until then.

The teacher had decided to ignore the seating chart list and did roll by reading off the class roster list on the computer. Which in theory would be fine, except that the computer list didn’t have the notes that Mr. Lancer had added over the year, things like nicknames for instance.

It would have been fine if she had called him Daniel. It would have reminded him of Vlad, which would have been annoying, but manageable.

Unfortunately his first name isn’t Daniel.

“Johnathan?”

Everyone perked up at the name. They looked around, confusion evident on all of their faces. There was no Johnathan in this class. No John or Johnny’s. Was this a secret classmate? It couldn’t be, all the seats were full and no one here was Johnathan.

The teacher sighed and tried again, “Johnathan Fenton?”

Danny perked up and raised his hand, “Here. Sorry. I just um, everyone calls me Danny. Or Daniel, or just Fenton.” he realized he had been rambling and apologized again.

He looked down at his desk still embarrassed that he sort of forgot his own first name for a second. Then he felt like he was being watched.

He looked up and realized everyone, but Tucker, who was too busy chuckling to himself, was staring at him with varying degrees of confusion and anger. Sam included.

The class said nothing. Only stared for the remainder of the roll call.

Once the teacher was finished, and before they could truly start class, Dash was the first to break the silent tension. “Your name is Johnathan?!”

“Yes?” Danny answered hesitantly as he leaned away from the angry jock. Normally Dash wasn’t much of a threat anymore after all the ghost hunting, but he couldn’t exactly use his powers in the middle of class.

“Since when?!”

“Birth?”

“No!” Dash countered.

“Look, I’m named after my dad and it’s too confusing if we both go by the same name, so we just use my middle name instead.”

“But your dad’s name is Jack.”

“Which is short for Johnathan,” Danny explained with a sigh.

Dash sputtered in confused annoyance. Apparently, he didn’t know that either.

Before he could get too angry about his lack of knowledge, the teacher made it clear that they were going to start class now.

Dash glared at Danny and pointed an accusatory finger at him, “I don’t believe you, Fenton.”

“Okay?” Danny shrugged it off and the rest of the class went back to ignoring him.

Except for Sam.

She was still glaring at him.

“What?” Danny mouthed not a hundred percent sure as to what his gothic friend was upset about.

She flipped open her notebook hard enough for the paper cover to slap against the desk and furiously scribbled something down before tearing out the page and quickly folding it like a ninja star and chucking it at his head.

He carefully unfolded the note and read it.

“Are you serious?! Is this some elaborate prank?”

Danny looked up to Sam in surprise and then back to the note.

“No really. That is my name.” he wrote before trying his best to fold the note back up as she had it. He really wasn’t as good at it as she was.

She wrote her response quickly and made a point to get the creases of the folds just right. “Then why is Tucker laughing?”

“I don’t know? I’m not a mind reader Sam.”

“Did he know?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He didn’t really understand why she was so upset by this. It didn’t really matter. Did it? “I wasn’t keeping it a secret. I just forgot.”

“Forgot what? That it was your name or that I didn’t know?”

He hesitated too long and Tucker finally snatched the note from him and read it over before snickering to himself and added his own two cents before tossing it back to Sam.

Finally, Sam smiled. With a roll of her eyes, she slipped the note into the pocket of her notebook and went to doodling like nothing was wrong.

Danny wasn’t really sure what that was all about, but he was glad it was over.

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The rest of the day was mostly fine. His friends teased him about his full name occasionally throughout the day, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

Dash kept giving him the stink eye, which was weird, but better than being shoved into his own locker.

Lunch was a bit of a disaster once Tucker let out his inner bookie and started holding bets on what Danny’s real name was.

There were three options.

One was that his name was really Daniel and he was just pranking everyone somehow.

The second was that his name really was Johnathan and he was telling the truth because Fenton can’t tell a lie to save his life.

While the third was that he had a completely different name and may or may not be related to the Fenton’s at all.

Danny wasn’t sure if he should be finding all of this hilarious or just plain annoying. Maybe it was one of those, ‘we’ll laugh about it when we’re older’ things?

Of course, word spread fast and everyone was trying to figure out what the real answer was. No one was asking Danny, because they weren’t sure if he actually was a reliable source. Tucker refused to give the answer until the end of the day when he would reveal the winners. And Sam admitted that all of the name nonsense was news to her, but since she loved chaos, she would wink and add, “But it could be true.”

Danny realized too late that the only other person to ask before the end of the day was his sister.

Before he could get to her, someone else beat him to it.

Dash had cornered her just outside of the library and asked, “What’s your brother’s name,” without any preamble.

Of course, Jazz, being two years older than them and in none of their classes, had no idea what had been going on. So she answered the question as best she could despite the confusion, “Danny?”

“Ha! I knew he was a liar!” Dash boasted as he turned around and punched his fist into his open palm as he eyed Danny.

“Wait!” He called out to Dash before turning his attention to his sister, “He means my first name!”

“Oh,” she turned to Dash, “Why didn’t you just say that?”

Dash’s shoulders slumped in defeat, “his name isn’t Danny?”

“His middle name is, but not his first name.” she turned back to Danny, “Didn’t you explain it?”

“Of course I did! He just didn’t believe me! And now the whole school is losing their minds because they think this is some crazy prank or that I’m a liar or something.”

Danny sighed and composed himself before giving the warning as he had meant to, “Tucker is taking bets on what my name is so other people might ask you about it too.”

Jazz hummed thoughtfully to herself while nodding, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You are going to tell them the truth right?”

“Of course,” she said but she still had that far-off look in her eye.

Danny figured he would probably regret asking, but he was just too curious, “what are you thinking about?”

“This is very interesting from a psychological perspective, don’t you think?”

“How?”

“Well by learning that what they assumed to be true, wasn’t, it has shifted their perspective on things.”

“Do you really think it’s that deep?”

“What do you think it is then?” she asked, not annoyed that her theory was being questioned, just curious.

“I think people just like drama.”

“Perhaps.” she said as she watched a dejected Dash walk away, “and maybe it’s a bit of both.”

“Whatever it is I hope it goes away tomorrow.” he walked away and wondered if this was a preview as to what would happen if his secret got out.

He stopped in his tracks with a sigh. No, if they found out he was really Danny Phantom it would be worse. So much worse.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Twitch Streamer AU???

(I planned on pushing out a FEW AU asks, but then realized I don’t even have so many. There’s going to be a FNAC event, but that will be an event, not a specific AU ask, so- I guess this is it! Very cursed AU, thank you very much Anon Small warning for mentions of blood, I think? Nothing too bad.)

Streamers, youtubers, content creators. Some people are all of these, some people are none, and some are just one- because each of them needed a very different talent. Those who could do seemingly everything were few and far between- And they ruled the entertainment scene! Thankfully though, the main three as most called them, were also always out for new content to watch. Thus they boosted those that they saw potential in. With some taking the boost and then going off to do their own thing- And some becoming good friends. It always started with a letter. Mike had the habit to do things on stream, as long as no personal details were not visible on them. He used a false email which he regularly changed, and he generally kept himself as safe as possible. Opening emails on stream could be rather fun, even if it was a risk. Sometimes it encouraged people to send bad things- So to prevent the worst, nothing would be downloaded and all emails containing images would be put into the spam bin. Better safe than sorry, the internet was full of terrible people. This day so far had been successful. And by successful it meant that Mike was SCREAMING. “I HATE SUPER MEAT BOY. I WILL COMMIT VIOLENCE AGAINST MEAT IN A MINUTE. I HAVE A BIG F-CKING STEAK IN THE KITCHEN, AND I WILL THROW IT AGAINST THE F_CKING WALL. I WILL GET A HAMMER.” The chat was going wild, cheering. The chat’s phrase of today was “tender Mikey” and it didn’t help at all. “I DID. NOT. HIT THAT! I DID NOT!” A donation popped up, with a robotic voice. ‘Oh hai Mark!’ “NOT FUNNY! NOT F-CKING FUNNY. I’M SUFFERING HERE AND ALL OF YOU SUPPORT IT. YOU’RE ALL F-CKING MONSTERS HERE, I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT. AND I’M NOT F-CKING TENDERIZING THE MEAT WHEN I SLAP IT AROUND, I’LL RIP IT INTO PIECES AND CONSUME IT RAW!” Standing up, he genuinely went to get it- And fifteen minute later he had slightly calmed down, his hands and room slightly bloody. The chat was still celebrating and donating- another thing that never failed to make Mike BEG them to stop and use the money for something GOOD and SENSIBLE, LIKE THEM-FUCKING-SELF- but he had gotten out most of the energy. “Alright. Alright everyone. ENOUGH. I gotta stop you HERE. It’s email time.”   A celebratory jingle played, as Mike booted up the website, opening the inbox. Memes, storytime, I’m-not-fucking-reading-that-and-you-know-it, and- One of the emails caught his- and the chat’s- attention, however. Sender: Fazbear Entertainment Topic: Challenge Needless to say- once again the chat was out of control and this time there was NOTHING Mike could do to stop them. After opening the email, Mike slowly took a deep breath and looked into the camera, between concerned and honored- But that wouldn’t be enough to rip him from his carefully maintained persona. So he audible scoffed- albeit him being unable to hide an excited grin. “Alright bitches and bastards in the audience- we’re firing SuperMeatBoy up again. You won’t be catching ME losing to a pink son of a bitch anytime soon!” After the letter- provided it was accepted and responded to, the production happened. The deal was that a teaser was dropped on the big channel- The entire video itself was put on the smaller one, attracting the viewers over and hopefully make them more likely to want to see the other works the creator had put out. It was a win-win overall, the big channel being able to vary their content, testing the water for new things- and the smaller channel getting a boost and a lot of tips from very experienced creators. Henry and Dave were very generous people. Jeremy was sitting there, taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm. So far, everyone seemed to be rather kind, even if Jeremy was basically a complete nobody. Hell, he never wanted to be anybody. He just wanted to stream himself baking, for those who never had someone baking with them. Because baking could feel stressful, especially when you were missing ingredients or- many reasons, actually. Not only baking, but cooking too- Sometimes playing games on request, but not much in terms of requests ever came in. And now he was here in an actual studio, soon to be seen by an insane amount of people. A cooking competition. Sounded silly- you couldn’t really FIGHT in something like that… But… Henry and Dave had promised it would be fun. And they were nice. With and without the cameras rolling. Speaking off- There they were, approaching, their assistant coming along. He wore a weird phone-head, to ensure his privacy. Or something. It was kinda weird, but he had just accepted the answer he got. “Why, there you are, Jeremy! Would you like to see the equipment we have prepared?” Henry warmly asked, reaching down with his hand to help his guest stand up. “We have gotten a few extra things, just in case.” As they entered the studio, Jeremy’s invisible eyes went WIDE. “Woah- that looks really nice! I love it here! This is high quality stuff-!” “Fantastic!” Pleased Henry opened his arms in his typical theatrical manner- Before being abruptly interrupted by Dave jumping in, halfway over Henry’s shoulder. “ARE YA READY TO GO!? CAMERAS ARE READY!” “Ah- I- I guess- but-“ “YOU HEARD HIM, BOYS! GET IT ROLLIN’!” “W-wait, I don’t even have-“ “Everyone! Welcome to NOTHIN’ AT ALL!” Henry swiftly fitted in, continuing on with the intro. “Todays challenger is the man, the legend, the baker and occasional chef- Jeremy from Baking With Jeremy!” “Wait, what- that’s seriously your channel name, pal?” A bit offended Jeremy looked into the eyes of the people behind the camera. “U-uh- you guys here- I mean- he has literally called his channel Henry Miller! I- uhm- I-“ Snickering Henry put a hand on his guest’s shoulder. “You are very right about that. Say, are you nervous about losing?” “… n-no. I mean- maybe a little. This place here is big and very professional and I’m not used to many people looking at me…” Taking a deep breath, he gave off a nervous smile for the audience. “… yet, I know- it’s a good thing! And as long as everyone has fun, everything will work out!” “Awwwww, look at him!” Dave said, pleased. “You’re so right! We’ll be havin’ fun!” “But also, I will win.” Henry pointed out. “That is when I have the most fun.” Slightly playful Jeremy smiled. “K-keep that attitude, that will make it even easier to blindside you!” Simon whistled, clearly bemused as he held the camera in place- And Henry smirked. “Sure. Anyhow, the stakes are-“ “Steaks? We’re makin’ steaks? I thought we planned on-“ “Dave. I swear to god.” Henry looked at him from the side, before shaking his head. “What is on the line is easy to see- we have roughly an hour to cook the best meal. If Jeremy wins, we will donate 5000 to a charity of his choice!” “And if the young pal loses, he’ll be joinin’ our channel!” Dave chirped. This was news to the brown-haired boy. “W-wait, we never agreed to that-“ “GET TO YOUR STATIONS!” Someone in the back announced. “WHO’S TODAYS FAVORITE?” Simon checked the stream. “The chat says Jeremy is a clear winner. Nobody trusts Henry to keep his two braincells together for long enough to not forget the salt or something.” “Excuse?!” Not only Henry was APPALLED by the chat, Dave joined right in. “Ya guys have NO taste. I’ll be clearly winnin’… but hey, maybe ya peeps don’t know that I plan to cheat!” Surprised Jerry looked over to Dave’s cooking station. “How… how can you cheat at cooking-“ Before he could finish his sentence, he shrieked as Dave pulled out a flamethrower. “HELL YEAH BABY, I AIN’T WAITING 30 MINUTES FOR SOMETHING TO COOK IN THE OVEN, I’LL BE DONE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES MAX!” “W-WAIT THAT DOESN’T SEEM SAVE-“ Henry just raised his hands, cheerful. “Ready… set…” The Phone Guy made eye- well, rotary- contact with Jeremy, slightly raising a fire extinguisher that was by his side. … alright, it seemed the people here were well-prepared for this scenario. So instead he focused on the ingredients in front of him. Almost manic, Henry’s voice rang. “GO!” And… … that was it! Some joined, with amazing results- Mike rubbed his face. “Who thought that was a great idea. I fucking hate this.” Dave next to him on the couch just grinned. “It’s amazin’ what these websites all offer to sell. You won’t be BELIEVIN’ what’s in this box!” “I’M NOT OPENING IT.” “YOU WILL. OTHERWISE IT’LL HUNT YOUR DREAMS. I’LL PUT THIS BOX NEXT TO YOUR BED. YOUR TOILET. ONTO YOUR DINNER TABLE. INTO THE FRIDGE. I’LL ORDER MORE OF THESE BOXES.” “Jesus CHRIST, calm DOWN-“ “I WILL FIGHT YA TO THE DEATH OLD PAL-“ - and some people just went back to the usual pattern, with the occasional raid from Fazbear Entertainment. They asked first, of course. Each of them fulfilled their own niche, each of them had caught Henry’s and Dave’s attention in one way or another. Henry and Dave however- Well, Dave was the varied creator. Henry liked his niche. He played horror, investigated ARGs, read stories about real and fictional crimes against humanity. The world was a terrible place, wasn’t it? Yet he reveled in it. Aside from that he showed extra effects, he built machines and thought everyone one or another thing about creating special effects at home. From dry ice to genuinely ridiculous chain-reactions, Henry showed them it all. Blood too, multiple forms of it, depending on how and where it would be used. Sometimes breaking it off with more light-hearted one-off games and listening to what his community wanted to see… but the most comfortable he was with horror and analysis. He was a youtuber, a streamer, a content creator… … and one thing more. It wasn’t easy to find the code. But his intended audience were a very small amount of people. A small number of strangers. There was no way to know if anyone ever made it to more than one show, but Henry did not care. It wasn’t for them that he did this. Him and William moved down, down below the set, into the lowest regions of the house. The workshop. Nobody really question why you added what to your home if you were a creative person. Even less so if you were a famous, eccentric creator. Yes, the free reign was what he REALLY loved about his job. Maybe he should build his studio somewhere else- But like this it was so much more thrilling! Wordlessly both of them put on their suits. It would hide their identity perfectly- especially the animal heads that contorted their voices a bit. Enough. Today’s participant wore a mask too- another phone head, differently made, different style, but to hide their identity too. However, the voice was in no way muffled. Panicked the person dragged on the chains keeping them attached to the chair. “H-HELLO!? HELLO!? S-SOMEONE- IS SOMEONE HERE!?” A noisy one! Delightful! Both Fredbear and Springbonnie stepped out of the shadows, one form each side. While Springbonnie put his hands gently on the shoulders of the whimpering person, Fredbear stepped in front of the camera, bowing. “Ladies and gentlemen-“ The low voice sounded more like the one of an animal than from a person. Yet it was smooth and comforting. “- I welcome you to yet another installment of our show. I am Fredbear, and over there is my wonderful assistant, Springbonnie. Today we have brought a simple stranger, a nobody who might not even be missed. Thusly I encourage you to truly be creative with your ideas. And while your votes roll in, maybe I point out that next time we will have another little game-show, with quite the effects. We might even get a real bull! You will not want to miss it.” The board above the camera blinked up, as a bitter fight of votes started, everyone wanting to see something else. Three tiers to vote on! Foreplay (light injuries), main course (heavy injury leading to death) and of course what to do with the body. Below it was a little measure for “face reveal”. Some of their viewers really enjoyed seeing the expressions during and after. It came with a risk to Fredbear and Springbonnie, as the victim being recognizable meant their general area of activity was more obvious- thus it was incredibly expensive. They knew there was every now and again law enforcement mixed up between the genuine watchers. It was thrilling too- Yet Fredbear wanted to keep this game alive as long as he could. Thus it was important to hide what they could. Fredbear was a creator first and foremost, an entertainer second- And there was nothing that attracted an HONEST, an UNRESTRAINED, a PURE audience quite like violence. Once blood spilled, humans degraded and it was wonderful. Behind him, the victim began rattling even more erratic. “WHAT- WHAT IS THIS?! LET ME OUT- PLEASE- LET ME OUT- PLEASE- I- DIDN’T DO ANYTHING-“ Burying his hands into the shoulders of Springbonnie downright cackled, enjoying the mania that always accumulated in these situation. “Be still, new friend! The audience HATES too much whining, y’know? And at least you could die with your tongue still intact, wouldn’t that be nicer than having to swallow the thing? Once it almost killed someone, boy, that sure was a bother!” His voice was changed to a cartoonish, upbeat pitch- “While the votes come in, how about we quiz today’s friend… maybe if you are smart enough, they will want you to live! It happened before… o n c e.” Fredbear took out a long scalpel, the face a morbid grimace. “Surprise us!”

[supernaturalimaginetime]

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!)

It seemed like everything in the world came to a pause once had heard word from his sister. Who would have thought there would actually be something lurking in the sewers? Sure, there was always that one story of there being an alligator under the city in those cheesy cartoons you used to watch; he hated every single one. Finding himself in this situation shouldn’t have been a surprise. All three of the Winchester siblings dealt with worse. Only somehow, this situation was different than others. WAY different.

Sam was still attempting to ask his older brother of their baby sister’s whereabouts. Only he followed Dean as they walked through the sewers, occasionally running into cobwebs and dead ends. Apparently Dean wanted to find their sister his own way… That was until-

“Hey! You’ve been hacked by Donatello! We’ve been informed about you by your sister and she figured you needed assistance.” The older Winchester’s phone was given a map. A red line going through the layout of the sewers as it pin pointed a route.

Sam was baffled by this, his gaze switching from the phone to Dean. Seeing the same look on his face.

“What-”

“Friends of (Y/N)…” Dean cut him off. “At least I hope so,”

—-

It didn’t take long for the Winchesters to reach the headquarters. Both of them looking around in awe.

“No way,” Sam stated.

“Yes way, apparently…” Dean added.

Once a certain (H/C) had spotted them, she quickly ran over, “Sam! Dean!” She smiled.

Dean immediately was first to wrap his arms around his baby sister in a protective embrace, “You okay, (N/N)?”

(Y/N) nodded in response, “I’m fine!”

Sam nudged Dean, “Hate to ruin the reunion but uh… You mind introducing us, (Y/N)?” He nodded his head toward the four figures that had approached.

Dean practically did a double take, “And you weren’t kidding…”

All four mutants stared, unsure of the two brothers.

“So there were aliens in New York this whole time?” Dean asked.

“Actually we’re-” Donnie started until one of his brothers stepped forward.

“We’re mutants. There’s a difference,” Raphael gritted his teeth in annoyance. The tooth pick at the corner of his mouth could snap at any split second from the look of annoyance he has.

Leonardo gave a stern look to his younger brother before stepping up, “So you’re her brothers?” He asked.

Sam answered with a nod while Dean was still trying to process the situation.

“So….” Mikey quickly stepped forward and started asking questions from the top of his head.

“So do you guys really hunt down ghosts and stuff? How are you able to do it? Wouldn’t the stuff you have in the gun go through them? What about demons? Are they just as scary as Raph or worse? What about the werewolves and vampires? Have you dealt with zombies yet?”

He had tons of questions coming all at once until Raphael had pulled him back by his shell, “Give ‘em time to breathe, ya moron!” He scolded.

Dean looked down at you, “You told them?” He whispered.

“Kinda had to!” (Y/N) responded with her hands up in defense.

Dean then turned his attention back to the four mutants, “Yes.. We’re hunters. We’re the whole package!” He said the last line with a tone of sarcasm.

“A package of packing peanuts if you ask me, shorty,” Raphael spoke with a smirk dancing on his lips while Mikey snickered.

Dean’s eyes widened at that before his expression turned to annoyance.

“Thanks for taking care of our sister,” Sam had stepped up before Dean could say anything.

“It was no problem, really,” Leonardo nodded.

“I still feel a bit skeptical about the whole… hunter thing,” Donnie spoke up.

“Believe me, Don.” You stepped in, “Everyone we helped thought that,”

The conversation seemed to go to a somewhat good start. All of a sudden, the lights had gone out in the room.

“Power shortage? No problem to fix,”

“Yeah, Donnie! Please! I need to get back to playing my video games later!”

(Y/N) immediately didn’t feel assured. She quickly went back to Dean, “I don’t think this is an ordinary blackout,” she whispered.

Sam had sauntered over as well, “Do you think it didn’t work? Do you think that spirit is still down here?”

“Nah, it worked. But this is something else.” Dean responded.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Mikey whispered as he appeared between the two brothers, making them jump.

“Never do that,” Dean warned the orange clad turtle.

The temperature seemed to get lower in the room as (Y/N) got a chill up her spine. That was until she heard a faint growling and grimaced.

Mikey had gotten stiff, “Did anybody else hear that?”

“Yeah.. Donnie?” Raphael looked in the direction of his younger brother.

“There shouldn’t be any species of wolf in the city. Not to mention having it find a way down to the sewers,” Donnie responded.

Leonardo took his turn to saunter over to the three Winchesters, “You guys see anything?”

“It could be one of Crowley’s strays..” Dean shook his head with a sigh.

“Why would it want to follow us?” Sam asked.

“It obviously wants me to go back to hell…” Dean responded, “Or it just hates all of our guts,”

(Y/N) shook her head before Mikey came near, “So um, you got any idea of what we’re dealing with, angel cakes?”

“What we’re up against is one of Crowley’s hell hounds, we can’t see them directly,” This had come to Leonardo’s attention as she explained.

“Then how do we deal with it?” The eldest asked.

“Before it rips us up like shreds of breakfast bacon, we need to work fast on this,” Dean informed them.

“We already have the holy oil and a lighter-” Sam added, “But we need a pair of glasses,”

“Easy!” Mikey went over to Donnie and took his glasses, “Sorry bro! We need to borrow these!”

—

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to prepare the glasses. Only wearing them was a tad bit tricky to to the size. As (Y/N) looked through the glasses, she spotted a blue silhouette stalking around the lounging area.

“Mikey! Jump to your left!” She informed the turtle as she readied her gun.

The youngest complied and immediately broke right.

“No, your other left!” She shouted but sighed as he was out of harms way, shooting the spot in front of where the hound stood.

The hell hound scurried, running into a couple pieces of furniture causing them to knock over and fall.

Dean had shot the hound at it’s side, causing it to let out a whimper in pain and run off back into the sewer tunnels.

“It should learn it’s place now… Of course we might get a visit from the king of bastards himself..” Dean started.

“It shouldn’t come back after that,” Sam assured them.

“Thanks for the help… But bros,” Mikey caught his brothers’ attention, “Sensei is SO sending us to the Hashii if he sees all this..”

“We can’t exactly use that one excuse of ‘the dog did it’…” Donnie informed, still squinting his eyes.

(Y/N) noticing this detail, handed over his glasses.

“Well don’t look at us, we’ve already done our job,” Dean backed up a couple steps.

With that, you all shared a laugh. Mikey giving a groan to all the cleaning they would have to do later.

—–

You and your brothers were packing up the impala that evening. The three of you were ready to head back to the bunker after the exhausting case. After meeting a couple new friends, you almost felt like you didn’t want to leave. You dropped something only to have a certain mutant catch it. Looking up your eyes met Michelangelo’s, you simply thanked him in return as you packed the duffle bag in the trunk.

“If you need some assistance. You’ll know where to find us,” Leo nodded as he had his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah.. 'Cause I guess we owe you one..” Raph darted his gaze to the floor as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Really, angel cakes! We could’ve been baked back there!” Mikey spoke up, putting his hands on your shoulders, “For that we worship you!”

(Y/N) simply laughed at his antics before Dean came around, “Um, excuse me? She didn’t exactly do it alone?”

Sam simply snickered, stepping up to stand beside his siblings, “We still thank you guys for finding our sister. You guys aren’t that bad,”

“Who knows! Maybe one day we’ll come back and visit. Maybe a small get together cookout?” The youngest Winchester suggested.

“Okay, okay! Slow your roll, sister,” Dean patted you on the shoulder.

“We could if we host it on the rooftop of April’s apartment complex,” Donnie informed as he adjusted his glasses and stepped forward, “Here’s something you could contact us with..” He handed her a watch, a high tech watch at that.

Another thing was that he had their contact information of Sam’s laptop and her phone. (Y/N) gave him a smile. It was noticeable how his glasses were fogging up as heat sprouted to his face. The purple clad turtle gave a nervous chuckle as he stepped back in line with his brothers.

It wasn’t long before all of them said their goodbyes. Mikey had tried to serenade the youngest sister with a song, his brothers crying out in protest. Now she find herself sleeping in the back seat, head leaning against the window with her forearm as a pillow and using her jacket as a blanket. Yeah, she was definitely going to come back to New York soon.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwrpg]

MILES WALSH. college sophomore; nineteen. tom holland. TAKEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

[chwpromoblog]

MILES WALSH. college freshman; seventeen. tom holland. OPEN.

and, as mikey walsh once said:

“Goonies never say die!”

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Being the youngest sibling is never easy, even more so when you’ve got two older brothers with established personalities, essentially brands at this point. That’s exactly the situation in which Miles Walsh found himself in. His eldest brother, Braxton Walsh was well known not only for his throwing arm on the football field but for his looks. To say, he’s got his fair share of admirers was an understatement. It was more like a following, he actually had a group of girls following him wherever he went just because they enjoyed the sight of him. The brother closest in age to him, Radley was one of the biggest pranksters to ever hit Rosewood. If not, the biggest. If you were over the age of forty, it was safe to assume that you couldn’t stand his brother. Miles couldn’t count the number of times his parents had to apologize profusely to their neighbors due to some elaborate prank Radley had put together. 

So you see, by designer Miles was set up to be the other sibling. He certainly didn’t have the instagram followers, nor did he have notoriety... he simply existed in a town where everyone was so eager to put other in factions and categories. Some would be quick to stick him in with the nerds. Yes, Miles went to all of his classes. He also aced a whole lot of them but he didn’t exactly consider himself a nerd or a geek. But, Travis Perkins would say otherwise. In fact, he made sure most people thought otherwise of him. The jerk had it out for him, not that Miles knew the reason why. He almost accepted his fate, he would have to deal with Travis and his goonies for the next four years of his life. That was before someone stood up to him in his defense. Her name being Agnes Cohen, the aforementioned bully’s cousin and one of the more popular girls in Rosewood. Oh and let’s not forget, one of the many girls who couldn’t get enough of his older brother. Much to his dismay. 

You see, he might have found himself enamoured by her braveness following their first encounter. Not many people in her position of power used it to help the 'nerd’. But Miles could never find it in himself to be as brave as her. What would a girl Agnes Cohen want with a guy like him? He would ask himself constantly. He couldn’t give her a boost to her popularity, he wasn’t experienced in any way with girls, and his family didn’t have any money so he knew he had no chance with Agnes. So he tried to do away with his pining, after all he had other worries to focus on.

Namely, his family’s lack of money. 

The Walsh’s didn’t come from much, yet they had made do with what they had.  They lived comfortably, Miles could never complain. Sure, at times he’d gotten stuck in his older siblings hand me downs but they lived with a roof over their head and food in their stomachs. The two most important things according to what he’d learned during his years as a member of the Young Explorers.

But things began to change for the Walsh family. Miles’ often overheard his parents discuss their finances, they seemed to have fallen behind on their monthly payments. It also didn’t help that their neighborhood was beginning to find itself the target of gentrification, making money that much more scarce. To add insult to injury, it was Travis Perkins’ father spearheading the campaign to turn the other side of the tracks into Rosewood’s very own SoHo. That meaning that working class families, like his own were beginning to be displaced by the rocketing price of living in the area.

But the Walsh’s weren’t going to give their home away without a fight, leaving them as one of the few remaining families in the area. Any cash Braxton got from his job at the local sporting goods store went directly into their rent. Radley had actually gotten a job as well at the Mr. Turnblad’s Joke Emporium, also putting his money and the occasional gag in the jar as well. Which left Miles, who tried his best to contribute as well. He’d attempted to tutor his classmates but his stutter quickly axed that idea — although he managed to convince Agnes Cohen that he was pretty decent. He then tried his hand at landscaping, which also turned out to be a bust when Travis and his goons took to throwing whatever they had in hand at him while they drove by in his new luxury car. 

But a positive came from that. Because of Travis and his goons, he’d met One Eyed Willy. Officially. The man was the town's recluse, their very own Boo Radley. No one had ever seen the man, but everyone had heard the stories. So he was shocked to hear from his mother that the man had wanted him to come clean up his property. Shocked and honestly, a bit spooked. But he couldn’t turn down the money, so he went ahead and cleaned up the man’s yard. As he scrubbed down some expletives off of the man’s walkway, Travis Perkins and his friends had decided to pelt him with several milkshakes to help him ‘cool off’. That was until a shot rang out. Standing on the front porch, an elderly man with an eye patch over his left eye. One Eyed Willy. The man held what Miles knew to be a paintball gun, his brothers had several — and he began to shoot at the feet of his advisories until they scurried away.

That moment marked the beginning of his unlikely friendship with One Eyed Willy. He’d learned much about the man, such as he was a decorated war hero and that he was actually a great adventurer.He’d been to six of the seven continents and he had the pictures to prove it. One Eyed Willy had become Miles’ escape from his problems back home, the man taught him tips and tricks he’d never learned at Young Explorers. Not only that but, he let him in on a secret. Rosewood itself had it’s own treasure, a treasure he’d been after for several years now. 

A treasure he could now go after being that he had the perfect assistant. That assistant being Miles. While the rational side of Miles didn’t quite want to believe the ramblings of someone who was a bit off kilter, he knew deep inside that Willy wasn’t lying to him. Not only that, but he could use all the treasure he could get. Maybe this would be enough to keep his family in Rosewood?

So Miles shook Willy’s hand, making him a promise. They would find this treasure together.  

DURING THE PARTY;

Tonight was the night. One Eyed Willy and himself had been planning this for months, they would venture down into the tunnels underneath Rosewood in search of the treasure the man had been after for years. Treasure that would save his family from eviction and hopefully provide them with a better life. Sure, he could have probably benefitted from leaving Rosewood. After all, what had it done for him really? Teased him about his stutter, mock his lack of money but despite all the negatives... Rosewood had given him one thing to be grateful for. It’s given him his group of friends, a unique mix of people that together formed a family. He didn’t want to give that up. He refused to give that up. So Miles gathered up everything he’d needed for this trek and biked his way over to Willy’s estate. 

Most people his age were heading off to some rager happening that evening, he’d zoomed past plenty but not Miles. He was about to go treasure hunting. These were the moments he had to stop and just wonder when did this become his life? But despite how odd his evening was about to be, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Who needed some boring party when there was a chance for adventure? Miles tossed his bike off to the side once he reached One Eyed Willy’s Victorian estate, rushing into the home as he was ready to do this already. Only to find no one. There wasn’t a sign of One Eyed Willy anywhere on the property and it wasn’t like the senior had a cellphone to call. 

While he might not have found Willy, he had found a letter address to him on the table besides his worn out recliner. The throne, as he often referred to it.

‘Miles, my boy. 

If you’re reading this, I unfortunately won’t be able to venture on this adventure with you. But fret not, son. While this old bag of bones won’t be able to accompany you, I’ve put a plan in motion that will provide you with plenty of help on this perilous journey. With this letter, you’ll also find a key. Your key, special and unique just like you, young adventurer. A key that will come in handy once you hear the seventh ring. 

The best of luck.

OEW.’  

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