Night At The Museum {x reader}

01. How you met

holy heck. what?! never in my few years of writing stories on this website has anything of mine hit one thousand reads. many brave volunteers have tried, but never succeeded further than 600 lol

but seriously though, i am truly and sincerely blown away. thank you all so much c:

and so, in celebration of hitting that (personally) insane milestone, i decided to make a preference for you all, and i hope you enjoy it! and maybe i'll add a few more in the future...

again, thank you for reading and voting on this. i appreciate it very much <33333

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- Larry -

You were working at your desk, in the lobby of the Museum of Natural History. You loved it here. It was so interesting and neat, and everyone was super nice.

Typing up a few emails, you noticed someone trying to get your attention. "Hi, yeah, is Cecil here? Cecil Fredericks?"

"Yes he is; he's right down that hall," you answered with a smile, pointing to the left.

"Thank you..." he paused, leaning closer to read your nametag, "Y/N. Thank you, Y/N." He copied your smile kindly.

"You're welcome!" You watched him walk away, glancing behind you momentarily. Little did you know, you'd be seeing a lot more of him soon.

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- Nicky -

Walking down the hallways of your new school, you moved past other students heading to their classes as you skimmed through your schedule. You got a little too distracted, staring at the paper in your hands, and ended up bumping right into someone.

"Sorry," you both said at the same time. Looking up at him, he was fumbling with a few things in his hands and was proceeding to fix them all. Then he noticed your schedule. "Oh, do you need some help?" he asked.

"Is it that obvious that I'm new here?" you joked, feeling your face heat up a little. You handed the piece of paper to him.

His eyes scanned the schedule for a moment, then smiled. "You have the same class as me," he remarked, lifting his head from the paper to look at you. "I'm Nicky, by the way. Follow me, the classroom's down this hall."

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- Don -

There you were, sitting at the bar, having your third shot of some sort of alcoholic beverage—you didn't really care, you just needed something to take your mind off of things.

Accepting the fact that having a fourth shot would most likely make things worse than it already was, you took your wallet out of your overfilling purse and opened it up, ruffling inside for some cash.

You made your way out of the bar and onto the sidewalk, gazing at the pleasantly pretty hues of pink and orange in the sky as you walked.

Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. "Miss?"

You turned around, surprised to see a quite attractive man standing in front of you. He held up a small circular object in between his fingers, and your eyes glazed toward it. It was your compact mirror.

"I saw this fall out of your purse as you left," he began, his lips tugging into a little smile. "I thought you'd want it back." He placed it into your open palm, and you thanked him shyly, smiling back.

"I don't know what I would have done without it," you joked. He chuckled.

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- Ahkmenrah -

"Dad, why are you taking me to your stupid museum?" you grumbled, obviously not in the mood to stare at statues of mannequins and creepily-made animals for an hour.

"Trust me, Y/N, you're going to enjoy it," Larry commented, walking alongside you on the sidewalk.

Are you sure about that? you quoted in your head, smiling a little as you pictured John Cena's face—

"We're here," your father spoke, pulling you back to reality as you began to ascend the stairs outside of the building.

You waited a couple of minutes, and everyone visiting had started to leave; the workers and custodians were getting their things and began to head out the door. Then it was just you and your father.

"Okay, if nothing exciting happens in the next two minutes, I'm going home," you remarked, sitting upon the front desk.

"You want exciting? Well get ready for...excitement."

You rolled your eyes a little, amused.

"In five, four, three, two..."

Suddenly, the skeletal tyrannosaurus rex began to stretch and step off of his platform, his giant steps slightly echoing around the room. Your father chuckled, noticing your mouth wide open, your jaw practically touching the floor.

"What in seven shades is this prehistoric witchcraft?" you spoke, frozen, still sitting upon the desk.

"Hello, Lawrence," you heard as Theodore Roosevelt's statue-esc mannequin coming to life, his horse coming alive with him.

"Hey, Teddy," your father greeted back, giving a small wave.

"Good to see you, Gigantor," another voice called out, coming from a remote-controlled truck. Confused, you got up off of the desk and crouched down, peering inside the small vehicle to find two very small humans, one dressed in western clothes and the other in Roman attire.

"Oh, is this your daughter?" the Roman spoke.

"Yeah," Larry answered.

"She's quite pretty."

The western man hit the Roman on the shoulder. "Don't say that, man, she's his daughter!" he argued, trying to keep his voice down. You straightened up, looking around the room.

"What's going on here?" another different voice questioned, trying to find the meaning of why people were gathering in the lobby. You turned your head and your eyes fell upon a man in Egyptian armour and clothing. He met your gaze and his eyes widened slightly. "And who is this beautiful princess?"

You blushed, a smile forming on your lips. Larry raised an eyebrow in his direction, sternly answering his question. "Ahkmenrah, she's my daughter. Y/N."

"So he can call her beautiful but when I do it, you hit me?" you overheard a quiet voice remark.

"Y/N, what a pretty name," the Pharaoh commented.

"Alright, I'm gonna go check on Dexter," your father began, "—but you two better behave."

You rolled your eyes again as the Egyptian made his way over to you.

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sorry that some of the preferences are longer than others (especially Ahk's—i got a little sidetracked lmao), but i dislike when an author simply puts, for example, "You met at a park," for a character's preference. like no you fool, give me more details.

anyways, oh yea i was gonna include Lancelot, but i realized i kinda wrote that already, in the Is she yours? chapter, so, we're done :)

i hope they were at least enjoyable!

thank you for reading! <3333