Imagines with Ben Fankhauser (REQUESTS OPEN AND REALLY NEEDED!)

Study Date

another Davey one teehee :) I missed you guys and I missed writing so I wanted to start my comeback with one of my favorite tropes ever. I promise I will get around to all the requests id promised years ago! just not quite yet, I have to get reinvested. about the time I got logged out, I was starting a few new hyper fixations. blah blah, anyways, right now is Harry Potter, specifically the marauders. I'm gonna need some time to re-read seeing Davey to see where I left off and to get interested like I was when I started! okay enough rambling, onto the little imagine. 

Davey's POV

quitting school is not something I ever assumed was in the cards for me and Les. After dad got injured, though, I didn't have much of a choice. school was such an escape. I was good at it, and I didn't have to stick around for the fighting between or parents. I really saw a future for myself, you know, college, getting out of this place. getting my family out of this place. making a new family with y/n from history. okay, maybe that's a little unrealistic. shed never shown interest in me before, at least not that I could pick up. that all changed this morning, though, when she started walking the crowded streets of Manhattan during normal school hours. id recognize that sapphire blue skirt anywhere, the way it swished as she took fervorous steps towards me.  fervorous steps towards me. shit. Id never been embarrassed about being a newsie until right about now.

"David!" she called out, a large smile plastered onto her face as she crossed the distance separating us. "you've been out of school for days! I was starting to think you'd fallen ill."

that stupid posh accent, Jack would have a field day with her.

"oh- I didn't realize that you'd...that you'd noticed."

"of course I did, silly! you're the only one in that room that can compete with me, I've been carrying all the conversations myself! in fact, I'm kind of shocked that you'd drop out and take up selling papers..." y/n trails off, looking down to the satchel hanging from my shoulder which once held textbooks. 

"it wasn't much of a choice. you know id much prefer to give you a run for your money in a debate about the French and Indian war." I try to laugh it off, though my heart was running at about a million miles a minute. I was losing sales talking to her, but I didn't care. I was talking to her. 

"you're going to have to do a lot of work to catch up to me now! here, what time do you get off work?"

"huh?"

"when do you cash in for the night? we just covered the constitution, I can help you work on it so that if you ever get to come back to school you can just pickup where we left off."

I was completely shocked, to say the least. never in a million years would I have expected this, but here we were. suddenly, it didn't matter that I knew the constitution forwards and backwards. 

"six."

"okay. see you at six, then. oh, and here." she says, reaching into the small bag in her hands and pulling out a quarter. 

"y/n, you don't have to do that. put it away."

"I want a paper, David. does this cover it?"

"....yeah. yeah, they're 8 cents a piece. let me grab your change-"

"oh, stop that! I cost you at least 3 other sales, keep it. six o'clock, be here!" she says, skirt billowing as she walks away, forgetting to take the paper from my hands.

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I cashed in at 5:57,  just barely selling all of my papers (including the 3 that y/n didn't grab) and rushing over to newsies square to send les home before running back off to the street where id ran into y/n earlier today. the bell tower showed the time being 6:01, and I began to rock back and forth on my heels as I watched for her.