Prompt: Luck? Nope. Skills.” - “If it’s skill then do it again.”
Warnings: Language? Maybe? Probably not but just in case.
Word Count: 464
AN: Um.. so this is my first fic and it’s going to be a part of a bunch of oneshots or drabbles in the same universe. I’m going to be tagging all of them with the tag #Life with Him. Also thank you to the CAH people who helped me with the title and who also encouraged me to post this.
April 23, 1996 (16 Years Old) A chilly spring day in April, found you and your best friend at a diner right across the street from your parents apartment in Washington Heights. It was a common afterschool study location for the two of you when Lin wasn’t in rehearsal for something-or-other or when you weren’t studying for all of your AP classes.
“Did you know I can get almost anything out of a claw machine?” Lin inquired over a plate of onion rings.
“How is that even possible? I’ve never been able to get anything out of a claw machine.” you asked as you plucked an onion ring off the bottom of the tower..
Lin grimaced as the rest of the fried onions fell to the plate, “Why would you grab from the bottom-”
“Answer the question!”
“I’ve just always been able to win anything from a claw machine.” He grabbed a ring from the top, sending you a smirk.
“That doesn’t seem possible” Lin being the super great best friend that he was reached across the table and finished off your drink, when he noticed that his drink was gone. “Why would you do that?”
“You know what? I’ll show you just to get you to shut up about it.” He shoved another ring into his mouth, before shoving backwards in his chair and grabbing your arm pulled you over to the claw machine in the corner of the restaurant.
“-But my onion rings!’
You shut up, almost in awe at how fast he got into the zone. It seemed like whatever Lin does, he devotes a hundred percent of his attention to. It was why he was your best friend, he cared, almost more than anyone else you had ever known. You watched enthralled as he manipulated the little claw over a soft brown bear. Pressing the button triumphantly. Your eyes widened as the claw successfully lifted the bear by it’s belly, dropping it with a soft thud in the metal chute.
You pulled the door to the metal chute open, reaching in and pulling the soft bear to your chest. “That had to have been luck!”
“Luck? Nope. Skills.” He smirked, grabbing the bear from you, “I’m just that good.”
“Skills. Please? If it’s skill then do it again.” You grabbed the bear back, as he pulled a face.
“Fine. I’ll do whatever you want.” Lin shrugs, “but you owe me fifty cents.” Grimacing, you rummaged through your pockets. “How about a gum wrapper-” Finding nothing, you smiled apologetically before shrugging.
“You know what, you can pay me back later.”
And you know what it turned out it actually was skills. Every time you passed a claw machine from then on Lin would attempt to win you a stuffed animal.
(( you read that right! the askblog celebrates its birthday today!
i can’t believe it’s been a year since i started this blog! tbh i would never have lasted this long without you guys. everyone who sent asks, whether as a user or on anon; everyone who liked and reblogged posts; everyone who followed the blog, whether from the very beginning or from a few hours ago; and anyone who supports this blog from the shadows. you’re all incredible people and i’m forever super grateful for your support!
sorry i don’t have any special plans - i tried to come up with something, honestly, but nothing seemed good enough ;v; all i can offer is this redraw of the very first thing i posted on this blog, haha…