Nina was curled up next to Matthias on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, her feet tucked beneath her, fingers stained with strawberry juice. He felt strange sitting this way, in Fjerda, even a husband and his wife showed little affection in public. They held hands and might dance at a public ball. But he liked it, and though he could not quite relax, he couldn’t bear the thought of her moving away from him.
Hi, for the prompts, can you please write - "54. He thinks he’s a mind reader.". Thank you!
I did a thing, kind of mostly a crack!fic. I’m sorry for the wait hun, life got crazy. Here’s #54: “He thinks he a mind reader.”
“You need to relax Der-Bear.”
Derek glared at his older sister, debating if smacking the cotton candy out of her hand was worth the backlash. It wasn’t.
“I am relaxed,” Derek said, barely weaving around another person in the crowd.
“Are you kidding me? Your shoulders are up to your ears and I can hear you gritting your bunny teeth,” Laura sighed, plopping another glob of cotton candy in her mouth, “this is supposed to be relaxing. Fun.”
“Yes, my idea of fun is walking around a circus slash amusement park all day,” he huffed.
His sister rolled her eyes, looking forward to watch where she was going. Derek didn’t like this at all. The crowd, the sounds, the smells…oh God the smell was terrible. For a werewolf this was sensory overload and he had no idea how Laura was handling herself this well. About four kids have already rushed ahead of him and stepped on his toes in the process, this dumb group of teens shoved them and cut them in line for a ride Laura insisted on riding, and it’s been well over six hours.
Laura is lucky he loves her or else he would’ve left the moment they pulled up here.
“Hey! We should try it,” Laura said suddenly, pointing to a tented booth.
Derek followed her gaze to the blue and orange striped tent –what a horrible color combination– with a bright neon sign flashing “The Good, The Bad, and The Psychic”. He couldn’t help the unamused growl that left his throat, eyes hurting by how hard he rolled them.
“A mind reader? Really Laura?” He asked.
She glared at him, “come on Derek. Live a little, plus it’s going to be bullshit anyways, just for fun.”
He opened his mouth to protest but her face was pleading at this point…and dammit he was so weak with her, “fine. Fine…let’s go waste some money.”
His sister made a happy sound only to grab him by the arm and pull him over to the tent. Inside smelled faintly of incense and greasy fries. It was hollow; one person left as they entered. Other than that it was just a woman behind a desk. She was suspended in one of those aerial performer cloths, red hair falling down in soft waves, her eyes focused in a book.
The redhead looked up and shut her book, a manicured eyebrow arched a bit as she looked over them. Derek felt himself shrink into his jacket a little bit under her gaze.
“Twenty bucks per person,” she finally said, swaying a bit in the cloth swing.
Laura huffed but pulled out her wallet, “that’s a little steep.”
“You’re paying for the real deal sweetheart.”
“Uh-huh, sure, I’m just here for entertainment not for my life to flash before my eyes,” Laura said.
Derek cleared his throat and pointed to a small beaded curtain entrance, the redhead nodded and bitterly resumed her book. He motioned for Laura to follow him which she gratefully did instead of picking a fight with the desk lady. Within the room…well it was just a bunch of pillows, rugs, and tapestries.
“This is so cliche. This guy…he thinks he’s a mind reader, he has a snippy desk lady, are you sure about this Laura?” Derek asked.
Before she could respond a person stepped in through another door, looking unimpressed.
“Mind reader? I’m offended because a psychic is totally different. I read energies and auras and use them to make inferences on people then give them advice,” the guy spoke.
Derek looked him over; he was in those bizarre drop crotch pants and a loose shirt. However his skin was pale and dotted with moles, his hair was wild on his head, but what Derek couldn’t get enough of where those weirdly bright honey colored eyes. Laura’s hand on his shoulders got him to blink out of whatever dazed state he was in.
She smirked at him and he flipped her off.
“Forty bucks, do your psychic thing,” Derek snapped and sat on the carpeting and pillows.
The guy sat across from him looked at them both for two minutes, teeth gnawing on his plush pink—his lips. After a moment he sat up straight and held up his hand, “well call me Stiles. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last time we’re going to see each other.”
Derek rolled his eyes and Laura shrugged at shook his hand.
Stiles smiled, “now…let’s start with you Missy, I’m sensing you’re caught between…a few…no wait three guys and I think I can help–”
“Oh my God, Laura…three?” Derek gasped.
He’s never seen his sister look so red and regret forty bucks so much.
“–please. Her guy problem isn’t as bad as yours.”
It was Laura’s turn to gasp, “wait since when are you into guys?!”
“Since he saw me,” Stiles supplied with grin on his face.
This has been the best forty bucks Laura has ever spent he decides.
A/N: We are back to our regularly scheduled program! All my new followers, this is my fic, Cherchez la Femme! It’s long as hell and has an OC, but I encourage you to read it because BUCKY AND STEEB. It’s been updated on AO3 and the tag list is open! This thing is my baby and needs some love. So here you are.
WARNINGS: Swearing, awkward moment in the bedroom (sorry, not all sex can be perfect), kinda coitus interruptus, discussion of kinks and why they exist (I used my own personal reasons for this character), some serious shit happens at the end of this chapter. Allusions to Bucky’s PTSD.
WORD COUNT: 3038 (Jesus Christ, this is what happens when I don’t post for ages.