canon au } { post-5b, of pokemon and weird cravings

[impetere]

Cora: [looks up from her puppy pile] Have fun?

Stiles: Uh huh. I totally evolved my Bulbasar.

Cora: [she has no idea what that means but:] Good.

Stiles: Oh, and I got this one. [and he will show her the Growlithe]

Cora: A tiger dog?

Stiles: Yup.

Cora: Cute.

Stiles: I was going to let you name him.

Cora: Me?

Stiles: Yeah. You like puppies, so I figured you could name them when I caught them.

Cora: You're going to let me name all the dogs?

Stiles: Yeah.

Cora: Okay. [not that she really knows what to name them but she can do that]

Stiles: I thought it would let us have fun together.

Cora: [she gives a small shrug] Sure. I've just never really been into Pokemon.

Stiles: Scott and I were big into it. We did the cards and the video games and everything.

Cora: [she shrugs] I didn't really have a chance before the fire happened.

Stiles: You have a chance now.

Cora: Maybe.

Stiles: [smiles that trust me grin]

Cora: [squints] I never know whether I like that smile.

Stiles: You don't like my smile? [pout]

Cora: I love your smile. I just know when there's an ulterior motive behind it.

Liam: [from his spot comparing phones with Mason] You mean there's a time there isn't one?

Stiles: Bad puppy.

Cora: [glances over with a smile] There is for me.

Liam: [is confused at that]

Mason: [nodding his head] Oh, I'm sure.

Liam: [catches up] Oh. Ew.

Cora: [she laughs before slipping her arm through Stiles] So are you done chasing Pokemon for the day?

Stiles: Um, I could be?

Cora: If you're not, it's okay, I just know that Deaton probably wants to close up.

Stiles: I guess I'm done then. Dinner?

Cora: Dinner sounds good. [and off they go]

Stiles: [yup. and he... may stop now and then as his phone buzzes for pokemon in the area]

Cora: [and she'll stop him with him and wait for him to finish]

Stiles: [and she is probably going to slap him around the third or fourth time, isn't she?]

Cora: [not slap him but] Stiles, I'm starving.

Stiles: Sorry. It was just... Pikachu.

Cora: I know. But ... food.

Stiles: [sighs] Okay. The pizza place is two blocks away.

Cora: [looks down because she feels like she's disappointing him somehow and she doesn't want to, but at the same time ... yeah. Naturally she doesn't say any of this though, and just keeps walking]

Stiles: [and he will put his phone away] So what should we get on it?

Cora: [she makes a face for a moment, because this is going to sound weird] I really want mushrooms.

Stiles: We can do that. Meat?

Cora: [she wrinkles her nose before shaking her head. that's the weird part] Thinking of the grease kind of makes me want to gag.

Stiles: Okay. Do you maybe want to try pineapple on it?

Cora: [and at that she actually gags] No.

Stiles: Okay. So Mushroom pizza.

Cora: We can just get a couple slices for me and you can get whatever you want.

Stiles: We can get two small pies. One each, and then we have leftovers for later.

Cora: [smiles a bit at that] Sounds good.

Stiles: [and they will get there and he will order them] So did you have fun with the puppies?

Cora: [she smiles] I did. They are way less complicated than people and the way they're looking at me lately.

Stiles: What do you mean?

Cora: [she shrugs] Maybe it's just me and my head but everyone is treating me like I'm made of glass.

Stiles: No, no it's not you. I think they want to protect you.

Cora: I just want things to be normal.

Stiles: I don't think we're going to ever have that old normal again. We're going to have a new normal.

Cora: Well, I don't want to be treated like I'm going to break. I'm not.

Stiles: I know you're not. But it's like this weird side effect.

Cora: [makes a face] I don't like it.

Stiles: Hey, it's better than the looks I get. The I should know better.

Cora: [she looks up and her face softens] We should both be getting that. It was my fault.

Stiles: Hey, we're supposed to be past this discussion between us.

Cora: Yeah, but no one else seems to be past it. [she takes a deep breath as she turns to rest her forehead against his shoulder] Maybe we should go back to Berkeley. At least until people get used to it.

Stiles: We could do that. I just don't want you to think you have to hide either...

Cora: I'm not enough of a people person to deal with things being weird.

Stiles: Just check with your sister to see how often you need to come back for doctors’ visits. I mean, we'll have to do it anyway come fall but yeah. We could do that.

Cora: I'll talk to her later.

Stiles: Ok.

Cora: [she sighs, before leaning in to kiss him] I'm sorry if I'm being weird.

Stiles: Well, I'm already weird. You're just catching up.

Cora: [she laughs] I just don't want to be the bad kind of weird. My emotions are a little all over the place right now.

Stiles: You're not the bad kind of weird. You're the I'm pregnant with your child weird that I can totally handle until you try to eat pickles with ice cream.

Cora: [wrinkles her nose] Not yet.

Stiles: Good, because I may go into another room while you do that.

Cora: Nope, the weirdest food craving you have to deal with right now is no meat on my pizza.

Stiles: I won't tell your siblings that otherwise they will think you're sick and my spawn is altering your DNA or something.

Cora: And we wouldn't want that.

Stiles: Nope.

Cora: Just ... tell me if I cross a line somewhere.

Stiles: I will.

Cora: And forgive me if I'm not rational enough to not get pissed at first.

Stiles: You just have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong in return, ok?

Cora: [she nods] Okay.

Stiles: [and the pies are ready for them to pick up] Where do you want to eat?

Cora: [deep breath] Your house?

Stiles: Alright.

Cora: [and off they go to curl up and enjoy their pizza]