#mr wiesel

[pawzofchaos]

this is stupid

[fiddler-sticks]

Certainly! And every time you lose a tooth, I put a penny under your pillow

[cara-baros]

Forming Scars

Word count: 1029

Ship: N/A

Setting: New York, 1890 (pre-canon)

AU: N/A

Triggers: Abandonment (if you want any added because I am forgetful please just tell me)

Prompt: The forming of a scar, a physical or mental one.

Explanation: The day Morris and Oscar Delancey’s parents abandoned them.

A/N: I’m not good at writing and got bored towards the end so that why it speeds up at the end. But enjoy!

New York, 1890

As summer slowly turned into autumn, the world began to change around New York. The temperate started to dip as the wind blew harsher, the leaves started changing colours and falling to the ground, and animals started preparing for the long, cold days ahead. It just so happens that this story is that of a similar pattern.

On a surprisingly warm day in late August, sunlight begins to creep in the Delancey family home. And although the day had just begun, the house has been alive for a few hours now. Mr and Mrs Delancey have been shouting and arguing in the kitchen since the sun rose, and yet, whatever problem seems to be plaguing them was nowhere near resolved. At first, the married couple had tried to keep the noise down, as to not wake the two sleeping boys upstairs, but as the clock ticked, so did their patience. The more heated the argument became, the louder the got. They were just hoping they weren’t going to wake up their sons.

Unfortunately, they had done just that. Morris Delancey, the older of the two brothers, had woken up about 10 minutes ago to the sound of his parents arguing. Sadly, this isn’t the first time he had woken up this way. The eight-year-old boy was seemingly the only one to notice his parents' neverending arguing. A more mature, caring, part of him was glad his five-year-old brother - Oscar - hadn’t noticed the sudden change in their parent's relationship, but yet, Morris felt helpless. He couldn’t get involved.

Or could he?

That was the singular question that would swim through his mind for the rest of his life.

Suddenly, the loud arguing stops. This caused Morris to freeze and his heart to drop. Then, he began to hear footsteps coming up the stairs timidly. As the footsteps came to a halt on the opposite side of the bedroom door, he quickly pretends that he’s asleep; he shuts his eyes just as the door creaks open.

“Morris. Oscar. It’s time to get up, my darlings,” Mrs Delancey’s soft voice filled the room as the warm and bright beams of light pooled in, illuminating the brother’s shared bedroom. Morris wanted to smile at the sound of his mother’s voice but found himself frowning instead. Mrs Delancey’s voice had sounded…different. Like she had been crying, “Come on, boys. We’re going on an exciting trip this morning!” the mention of a trip made Oscar practically jump out of his bed, the poor piece of furniture sounding like it was about ready to collapse at any point, and Morris simply pretended to just be waking up, trying to look grumpy and not worried.

“Where to, mama!?” Oscar asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Oscar had always been the more energetic and louder one of the two brothers, probably since he was younger.

“We’re going to Uncle Wiesel’s house!” Mrs Delancey had tried to say it like they were going to Paris or Rome, but that didn’t stop the groans that came from her two young sons. There was one thing everybody in their four-member family had in common: nobody liked going to Uncle Wiesel’s. Even Mr Delancey would only go see his brother if it was necessary.

“Why are we going there, mama?” Morris asked, which made his mother frown sadly. What possible reason would they have to go visit their uncle for? It wasn’t anybody's birthday, nor Christmas. Morris wondered if it was because of money. You see, the family, like most in New York, barely had enough money to survive. Uncle Wiesel wasn’t rich by any means. If he was, he wouldn’t be working at the distribution window for The World but was certainly better off than they were.

“Because,” Mrs Delancey had to clear her throat and redo her fake smile before continuing, “Because it’s important you see your uncle. So please get ready and um…pack a bag. We’ll be there for most the day,” she said before quickly leaving the room, leaving both boys frowning.

Still, the brothers did as they were told. They got dressed and packed one bag between them that Morris carried downstairs because Oscar had decided that he needed to bring a certain toy that made the whole bag noticeably heavier.

The walk to Uncle Wiesel’s house had been almost completely silent, which was unusual for the family. Usually, Oscar was talking everybody's ears off about nothing in particular or Mr Delancey was blabbing on about the recent news. And as they approached Wiesel’s door, Morris could see tears beginning to form in his mother’s beautiful eyes.

Uncle Wiesel opened the door and began a conversation with his brother, the two men talking quietly and loudly at the same time. Mrs Delancey turned to her sons as the tears fell down her face. Simply upon seeing his mother cry, Oscar burst into tears. He never could handle seeing people upset.

“I’m so, so sorry, my darlings. Please forgive me.” she cried, hugging and kissing them both on the cheek. Morris’ heart began to race. God, he was so confused.

“What’s happening, mama?” Oscar asked, his small voice shaking as more and more tears fell. Mr Delancey turned to them now, sadness breaking onto his constantly stern face.

“You’re both going to be staying with your uncle for a while,” he spoke, trying to keep the stern look on his face, but instead, it made him somehow look all the more vulnerable. Scoffing, their uncle pulled the two boys into the house harshly, muttering something about how the family was too sentimental and closed the door. Morris tightly grabbed onto Oscar’s hand, as though he might disappear, as the brothers heard their mother cry, “We’ll come back, I promise.”

So the boys waited, and waited, and waited. And still, 9 years later, they hadn’t seen their parents since that day.

[somedayonbroadway]

A Thought For Every Occasion

Boy Meets World Masterlist

Sorry guys, I’m catching up to myself here, so updates are spreading a little bit. :)

“Ya know… I’m his best friend n’ it’s like he don’t hear me anymore,” Albert complained, walking up to his parents who were standing at the gate with Mr. Kloppman. “I mean, why does he have so much faith in The Refuge?”

His father turned to him. “Ya know what? Let’s just get in the car, go down there and drag him out ourselves,” he decided, walking over to grab his car keys.

Kloppman pushed his gate open too, following the younger man. “I’m coming too,” he stated. “I’m well acquainted with The Refuge. I’ve been trying to shut it down for years. This Mr. Weisel is a frightening man…”

That didn’t make Albert feel any better.

But just as they all might have gone, someone walked up through the yard, hands in his pockets and eyes down at his shoes, like he was afraid they were going to be mad at him. Albert wouldn’t lie to him if he asked. They were. “Hi…” he greeted.

“Hello, Tony,” Mr. Kloppman replied, relief in his eyes.

Mrs. DaSilva walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Tony, are you alright?” she asked kindly, much like she always spoke to him, like she wanted so badly for him to feel welcome and secure that it all just sounded superficial and fake.

He liked her well enough. But he felt out of place.

He shrugged her hand away. “Of course I am,” he assured. “I’m totally centered.” He reached into his back pocket. “I just came to give Albert back his homework. I… I don’t need it anymore…” he stated. Albert took it, wanting to say more. But he didn’t. So Race looked around. “Okay… I hope you all have a peaceful night… I’m goin’ back ta The Refuge…”

Mr. DaSilva put up a hand. “Whoa whoa, no you’re not,” he stated. “While your parents are out of town you’re our responsibility.”

“That means you’re staying here, in this house,” Mrs. DaSilva agreed.

Race sighed. “Yeah… Mr. Weisel told me that people like you would try to talk me out of my beliefs,” he stated, glaring up at them.

His best friend's mother looked taken aback. “Tony… honey, we love you!”

“He said you’d say that…”

Mr. DaSilva shook his head. “Alright! That’s enough! Get him in the house and tie him up!” he demanded, only sort of joking.

The boy wasn’t amused.

“Antonio, these aren’t beliefs,” Kloppman tried to explain. Race turned to him, clearly ready to argue. “This is just a way to escape a life that doesn’t have beliefs.”

“That’s a judgement,” the boy accused, his voice harsh and pointed.

Kloppman didn’t flinch at the tone. He just looked disappointed. “You’re damn right it is,” he stated without shame.

The young blond was sure he’d never heard that man swear before in his life. But he didn’t let that catch him off guard. “What’s wrong with me tryin’ ta find somethin’ ta believe in?”

His principal raised up his hands in surrender. “Look, Tony, I’m all for your search for spirituality, okay?” He sighed, gesturing to the boy. “But you don’t seem to realize that Mr. Weisel is conducting his own search for lost souls that he can influence and manipulate.” The old man tried to calmly step away.

The boy stared at him. “He said you’d say that…”

That was just about driving Kloppman mad. So he turned back to the child. “Yes, I’m sure he gave you a thought for every occasion!” He wanted to say more, trying to talk some sense into this boy who he cared for so much.

But the phone began to ring inside his house. So he sighed and turned to get it, giving one last sad look to the boy. “Excuse me.”

“Look, Race… I don’t say this very often,” Albert cut in. “But Kloppy’s makin’ sense.”

“Not ta me!” Race countered. “Why would Kloppman feel the need to attack what I believe in! Why do you all feel that way? Kelly too!”

“Tony, why do you need to believe in The Refuge so strongly?” Mrs. DaSilva asked, folding her hands in front of her and waiting for a reply.

The kid didn’t quite understand. “What?”

So Mr. DaSilva stepped in. “Tony, before you met these people at this place, what did you believe in?”

The kid fumbled for words at that, eventually only able to shrug. “I dunno… nothin’...” he supposed.

“Did you believe in God?”

The question made Race pause for thought. Because he truly didn’t know. Maybe he did. Papà had told him stories about God. So had so many others.

He tried to think of what to say.

But Kloppman was back outside before he could.

And the second Race caught sight of him, he knew something was wrong.

“Todd? What is it?”

Kloppman looked at the group, pacing back and forth slightly, as if torn between talking to them and rushing to do something else. His hand was shaking and he reached up to cover his mouth for a moment before a single name finally left his lips. “Uh… James Kelly…”

Everything inside Race dropped at that name. He couldn’t speak as he waited for the rest of that sentence.

“H-he’s been in a motorcycle accident…”

“Oh my God… is he okay?” Albert asked, stepping forward to be beside his best friend.

Kloppman seemed at a loss for words. “Uh… no… no, he isn’t.”

Something inside of Race broke. It was unlike any other kind of pain he’d ever experienced. Suddenly all he wanted to do was scream. But he couldn’t. It was like he was just too sad to cry, too frightened to move. This wasn’t real. This was too much.

“Conor, would you mind giving me a lift to the hospital?” Kloppman asked rather frantically as Race stood frozen, his hands shaking at his sides.

Mrs. DaSilva nodded. “Oh, we’ll all go,” she stated.

Albert turned to go to. “C’mon, Tony,” he called.

“I’ll meet you guys there…” Tony promised, his voice breaking as he looked up into Al’s eyes.

His best friend could see the frightened tears in his eyes. “Race, what the hell do you mean?!”

“I’ll meet you guys there!” he repeated before running off on his own, leaving Albert even more worried than he’d been before.

—

JoJo cautiously walked into the quiet waiting room to find her boyfriend sitting with his entire family and Mr. Kloppman. She’d never seen them this quiet.

Albert looked heartbroken. “How’s Mr. Kelly?” she asked.

The redhead didn’t even look up at her when she sat at the the armrest of the chair he occupied. “The doctors are with him… we’re waitin’ ta hear…”

The young girl nodded, taking a look around the room. “Where’s Tony?” she asked, figuring he’d be off in the bathroom or getting something to eat.

But her boyfriend only shrugged. “I have no clue…” He sniffled, wiping his nose on his shirt.

His girlfriend wasn’t pleased with that answer. “What does that mean? I know Race doesn’t like hospitals… but this is Mr. Kelly… how on earth could he not be here?”

Looking up at her, Al could only shrug again, his face solemn and sad.

None of them had ever seen Jack look even remotely scared. He was always so confident and sure of himself. None of them ever expected to be waiting there in the hospital, fearing he may lose his life without any of them getting to say any kind of goodbye to someone who was like family to them.

And then in strolled Tony, feigning calmness though they all knew it was fake. Albert stood, ready to greet him before a man walked in just behind him.

“Mr. Weisel…” Kloppman greeted, not at all sounding happy about it.

“Tony thought I could be of some help,” the old man offered, looking around the room.

Everyone just glared at him. “Weisel, you don’t belong here,” Todd state’s as calmly as he could. He didn’t want to think about this man right now. A dear friend of his was laying in the hospital and this man didn’t give a rat's tail.

The whack job cocked his head. “Well, one of my children invited me, and as always, I’m going to be there for him as well as any other child who calls for me…”

A hand grabbed Race’s arm. He was spun around to be met with the face of his best friend. “What is he doin’ here?” Albert demanded.

“Al, I couldn’t do this alone—“

“Okay, first of all, we’re here,” the redhead stated, gesturing to his family, girlfriend and neighbor. “And second of all, I am beginnin’ ta see that you are even more alone than I ever knew…”

Race’s blue eyes darkened. “What does that mean?”

Albert didn’t get to reply as he watched Weisel stroll over to Mr. Kloppman. “I just want you to know that I forgive you for trying to shut us down,” the man stated smugly.

That just about made Kloppman snap. He rose from his chair as Weisel walked on by. “You forgive me?!” he demanded.

But Mr. DaSilva stood and put a hand on his chest, glaring at the man who had Racer wrapped around his finger. “Hey… you aren’t dealin’ with gullible little kids here anymore, buddy. So watch it,” he warned. “You brought Tony down. Thanks. Now why don’t you just take a hike back to conland, huh?” Albert’s father reasoned darkly, pointing towards the door.

The man just smirked and scoffed, looking over to find Race watching the scene. “Now, Tony, do you see how judgemental these people are—“

He was cut off by hands shoving against his chest, forcing him back into the wall. “No, no! Listen! You see! The judgement I made a long time ago is that Antonio Higgins is the best friend that my kid ever had… n’ I will stand in the way of anyone who tries ta take him from me or this family.”

It was only mere seconds away from getting truly physical. But the delicate hands of his wife made Conor pause. “Honey, he would love a lawsuit,” she reasoned, effectively getting the man to walk away.

So Weisel straightened his blazer and stood up straighter, catching sight of Tony, big blue eyes still trained on him. “I think there’s a lot of anger here,” he stated. “And I don’t feel that this is a healthy environment for Tony.”

“Well, I really don’t—“ Kloppman tried.

Weisel cut him off. “Look, I know you don’t respect my philosophy. But for kids who feel lost and have an emptiness in their lives, I’m here,” the idiot said, as if he was preaching. “To give them a sense of belonging.”

The old principal in the room glared. “You can’t have Antonio!”

Weisel smiled and shrugged. “Well… that’s up to Antonio…” he stated. “And, in any event, there are many more just like him…” He nodded, turning to find the boy. “So, c’mon, Tony, lets go…”

Only, he turned to find an empty room.

Tony was gone. And so were his friends.

[were-coyote]

Wiesel: Come get your papes! Make a straight line!

Les: We're newsies, we don't do "straight lines"!

Race: We're newsies, we don't do anything straight!

[in-a-most-auspicious-manner]

"Buy a ticket, they let anyone in!"

Day 81 Newsies Quote

[aint-it-a-fine-life]

Idk if I just missed it but ya know when Jack tries to buy more papers for Davey? Jack never got the money back like he put em on the box & when Davey said he didn’t want it Jack like walks over to them & doesn’t even bother getting his money back. In the background Wiesel just takes it

[somedayonbroadway]

Hi there! I hope you’re doing well! :) I was just wondering if you’ve ever thought about doing a Peter Pan au.

I have! In fact, me and my friend @bexlynne discussed one a long time ago!

I like the idea! It’s gonna be a little different…

Just to be clear, there are no ships really in this story. But I suppose if you want to see a ship, you can? More power to ya’ll! Also, this is mostly based off of the animated movie because it’s been a long time since I’ve read the book.

Peter Pan AU

Characters

Jack Kelly — Peter Pan

Sarah Jacobs — John Darling

David Jacobs — Wendy Darling

Les Jacobs — Michael Darling

Mayer Jacobs — Mr. Darling

Esther Jacobs — Mrs. Darling

Warden Snyder — Captain Hook

Katherine Plumber — Tinkerbell

Obadiah Weisel — Mr. Smee

Racetrack Higgins — Nibs

Crutchie Morris — Tootles

Mush — Slightly

Elmer — Curly

Mike and Ike — the twins

Riddle — The Mermaid

Sniper — Tiger Lily

David Jacobs, the eldest of the Jacobs children, even if only by a few minutes, loves to tell stories of the boy who never grows up. He doesn’t know the mysterious boy’s name, but knows nearly everything else about him, including the fact that he can fly and had fled to Neverland to avoid what David can only describe as monsters.

When his mother had told him the story, they had been abusive parents.

David loves to sit Les down in his lap at night and tell him about this boy who he gave the name “Jack” long ago. Sarah loves to put in her two bits too. She loves to talk about how Jack charms the mermaids and fights pirates.

Their parents are kind to them. Their mother babies them, while their father tries to get them to see reality, not necessarily a fan of the tales of the boy who flies. He wants his kids, especially his eldest son to grow up, though Davey doesn’t truly know what that means.

Jack is a story Davey believes he’d created, as he’d had dreams about this magical place where he could never grow old and explore to his heart's content. He didn’t necessarily believe the stories to be true, not like his baby brother.

One night, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs are going out to a party, leaving the kids alone.

It’s brushed off when Les tells his parents and his siblings that he caught the shadow of the boy who flies. Davey thinks he’s creating a story, using his imagination. So he leaves the window open for Jack before they go to sleep.

He never expected for a boy to actually fly through his window with a little fairy on his shoulder.

Jack arrives, looking frantically for his shadow in the home of the boy who loved to tell all of his wildest adventures.

He finds his shadow locked in a box beneath the youngest boy’s bed. When he opens it, the thing takes off around the room until he’s able to catch it, waking up little Les who’s only six at the time. He doesn’t notice, much too occupied with trying to get his shadow attached at his feet.

Les asks him why he’s using soap instead of glue and Jack doesn’t know what he means. So Les runs to get Jack some glue and sticks his shadow back on. Jack is so happy that he flies around the room. Les jumps on Davey and Sarah’s bed, waking them and telling them that Jack’s there. When he tries to introduce Jack to them, Jack insists that he knows Davey, that Davey’s been on adventures with him.

Adventures that Davey thought he’d dreamt up.

Davey starts to realize that this is real and doesn’t know what to say. But Jack just gets very excited and asks Les if he wants to learn how to fly. Sarah tries to calm him down and discourage the idea, nervous for her brother’s safety, but, after freeing Katherine from a drawer she’d gotten stuck in during Jack’s initial excitement, she finds that Les really can fly with Jack’s intrusions and a little bit of pixie dust.

Jack then invites the Jacobs siblings to join him in Neverland. Curious about this place, Les immediately follows Jack as he flies out the window, prompting Sarah and Davey to follow them immediately, yelling at their brother to come back for only a moment before they realize they’re flying over New York City without the fear of falling.

Jack takes them on an adventure, revealing that the entrance to Neverland is the second star to the right but going straight to it is not as much fun as flying around for hours. They play tag and hide and seek in the air as Katherine flies on ahead of them, jealous of the fun that Jack is having with all these strangers.

Katherine flies back to the lost boys, a group of kids that Jack saved from unsafe homes and places. She explains that Jack is on his way back to them and wants them to shoot the other kids that are with him out of the sky. Loyal to Jack, the boys all gear up to do just that.

Meanwhile, Captain Snyder and his crew are looking for Jack, waiting for him to return so that they can take him down, wanting revenge from the boy for cutting his hand clean off. Jack did this before feeding the hand to a crocodile who is constantly looking for more. When they see Jack flying back down to Neverland, they attempt to shoot him down with cannons but Jack decides to have a little fun with him, telling the Jacobs kids to play along which leads to them nearly sinking The Refugee, the pirate’s ship.

Then they head to Jack’s hideout where Davey is shot down by Crutchie who is proud of himself, despite Sarah’s cries and Les’s panic. Davey hits the ground hard, hitting his head and getting knocked unconscious. Jack shouts at Crutchie, apologizing when his right hand man points out that it was Katherine who said he’d given an order for this. Jack then banishes Katherine who gets very angry and upset.

But Jack promises she can come back in a couple of days. Then he scoops Davey up and promises him that everything will be okay. He and the boys nurse him back to health and Sarah and Les take shelter with them while she gets better.

As Davey is almost completely healed, Jack encourages his boys to take Sarah and Les out on an adventure. Sarah and Les are kidnapped by a group of trolls who believe Jack and his crew have kidnapped their princess, Sniper. Sarah tried to assure them that they did no such thing and to let all the boys go, but the trolls refuse, wanting to use them as leverage against Jack.

Jack takes Davey on an adventure all on their own, wanting Davey to meet the mermaids who absolutely adore him.

Riddle, the leader of the mermaids, tries to drown Davey. Jack doesn’t notice.

But the mermaids flea at the sight of The Refugee and Captain Snyder. Jack takes Davey by the hand and leads him off to “have fun” which consists of messing with Snyder’s right hand man, Weasel, and putting Snyder in life threatening situations. As Snyder is trying to kill Jack, Davey doesn’t stop him.

But during all of this, Jack and Davey discover a kidnapped Troll princess who is brave and waiting for Weasel to let her drown in order to spark war between the trolls and Jack’s boys and snuff out Jack’s hideaway. Jack is able to save Sniper, who is a very good friend of his, and rush her back home with Davey close behind him.

There, they square things with the Trolls and get the boys and Sarah and Les free and have a celebration of their princess’s return, telling Jack that they owed him big.

After their plot was spoiled, Snyder goes back to his ship, irritated. But Weasel stumbles upon Katherine, wandering alone and upset. He catches her in his cap and takes her back to Snyder who lies to her. He says that he has a present for Jack and needs to know where his hideout is to give it to him. So Katherine tells him, only to be locked in a cage when Snyder reveals that his real plan is to blow Jack and the boys up with a bomb.

Davey and his siblings tell Jack they need to get home, slowly beginning to get homesick. Jack says they can’t go and Les starts to cry, making Jack feel bad as all of his boys start to reminisce about their lives in the real world, picking out the good parts.

Sarah sings them a lullaby after promising that they could all come back and be adopted by their parents. The boys are excited by this. But Jack refuses, angry that his boys want to leave him.

The next morning, Davey and Sarah and Les lead the boys out of the hideout leaving Jack who receives a present. The pirates were waiting for them as the emerged.

Knowing what’s going to happen, Katherine manages to break out of her prison and snatch the bomb from Jack just as he’s opening it, but they are both caught in the explosion.

Katherine gets stuck in the rubble. Jack believes she’s dead until he finds her fading light. He manages to unbury her and hold her in his hands, promising her that he believed in her more than anyone, which is the key to saving her.

They go out to find their boys and the Jacobs children who are being held captive on the Refugee. Snyder offers them a deal; join his crew or walk the plank. Davey accepts and says goodbye to Les and Sarah as he’s led to the plank. And he steps overboard. But there is no splash.

Jack saves Davey and engages in a sword fight with Snyder, giving Snyder his word that it’ll be a fair fight and he won’t fly, as long as Snyder lets his boys go if he wins. Snyder agrees.

Jack nearly gets killed but manages to get the upper hand when the crocodile comes searching for Snyder, wanting to devour him. He pushes Snyder overboard and commanders the ship. And, with the help of Katherine, manages to get it up and flying to get back to Manhattan.

Saying goodbye to the Jacobs children is hard for Jack, as he has issues with abandonment. He reveals to Davey that Davey’s the one that gave him a name. Jack has been away from the real world for so long that he’d forgotten his given one and had heard Davey telling his stories through the window and likes the name that he’d been given. He reveals that Davey was like a friend, even if they’d only known each other for a short time and Jack promises that he’d always be nearby, even if Davey didn’t know it.

When Jack leaves, the Jacobs come home from their party and Davey tries to tell them of the adventures he’d been on.

Mr. Jacobs goes to the window and sees a ship in the clouds and reminisces about a time when he’d seen that very ship.

He kisses his son Goodnight and goes to be with his wife, telling him of the adventures of a boy he made up when he was young. A boy with the name of Peter Pan.

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