series summary; new to Hawkins, Cordelia Silva is thrown into a world of alternate dimensions, monsters, and love...
warnings; this story may be unsuitable for some audiences. Sexual content, anxiety, self harm, depression, abandonment, violence, blood, death, and cigarettes.
cordelia silva's yearbook page
cordelia silva's playlist
𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭;
joe keery as steve harrington
young bridget hall as cordelia silva
alexa chung as mage silva
rest of the cast as themselves
𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 [𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐];
hounds and cigarettes summary; when she’s thrown into a fight with a terrible monster that threatens her new town, Cordelia Silva must run like hell to make it out alive... and maybe find her heart in the mix.
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟑];
six feet under summary; just as she's settling into Hawkins, a new terror threatens to take Cordelia's friends and her lover away...
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four...typing up
chapter five...soon
chapter six...soon
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smoking cigarettes on the porch ∞ jj maybank x reader
summary ∞ written to the lyrics of If We Were Vampires, by Jason Isbell, this story tells of the tale of the reader, stricken with cancer of the heart, and how she and JJ realize she isn’t a vampire…
trigger warnings ∞ cancer, being sick, ummm vampires? sadness? oh and some light smut
word count ∞ 2600 roughly
Gif credit: johnbroutledge
It’s not the long flowing dress that you’re in
Or the light coming off of your skin
The fragile heart you protected for so long
Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong
JJ leaned over the railing at Midsummer’s, watching to see if he could spot your body, the body he knew so well. Instead of your normal beach attire, a dress, sage green and silk, clung to the curves of your body as though it was tailored for you.
He choked a breath in, cheeks flooding with color as he watched you dance with air underneath your feet. You twirled around people chatting and danced as though it was only you on the floor. A smile crept onto the dimples near his mouth as he stood, not being able to move.
The last of the day’s sunlight faded against your skin, enveloping you, causing you to look like a god. Or at least someone divine, and it settled on your chest and your face as you swayed closer to him.
He’d remembered when you told him you were sick. He’d remembered how he’d stared at you with a look that you couldn’t place. His mind was somewhere you didn’t want to know.
“So your heart is going to give out?” He’d whispered, holding his hands up to cup your cheekbones as you nodded solemnly. He’d held his fingers up, not bothering to wipe the tears off from under his eyes.
You both stood under the stars on the beach, wanting a moment of peace after one of their keggers. You looked beautiful, he thought, even with the breeze ruffling your hair and your feet covered in a thick layer of sand.
“Can I?” His voice was slow and calm as he hovered his palms above the space of skin where your heart lay. You pressed your head against his collarbone and said a quiet yes.
He lay his hand on top of the skin where your heart lay, beating quickly, and even quicker when he touched part of your breast.
“Don’t be too sad, J. Its beating right now, right? Thats all we need.” You told him as his palm still lay on top of your breast, listening to the feeling of your heart rippling blood.
“Nothing is right about this, y/n. You shouldn’t be the one with this problem.” He’d said, his other hand clutching your waist.
“Then who else would you want to have it happen to? I’m lucky, J, I can pay for the chemo so I can survive a little while longer. I’m lucky my parents can feed me and I’m lucky about everything. I’m lucky you are here, baby.”
“It’s still terrible.”
You chuckled lightly, “no shit sherlock, but I’m here, so lets enjoy each other for at least a little while longer.”
“This may come as a surprise, angel, but I love you.” JJ told you, the cold air pulling you two together like magnets.
“What a surprise, JJ Maybank, that I love you too.”
It’s not your hands, searching slow in the dark
Or your nails leaving love’s watermark
It’s not the way you talk me off the roof
Your questions like directions to the truth
The bed was creaky as you lay against an array of pillows, your arms held out beside you as though you controlled the whole world. JJ moved slowly as he entered you, your pussy tight around his thick cock as you stayed quiet.
The lights were off in his room at the Chateau, and you could feel his warmth spiral around you as you breathed heavily.
The pleasure pooled around your mind and through your torso as you leaned forward and found his face, pulling his face in for a kiss, connecting your bodies in two places. JJ’s hands found your chest, and he held his right thumb over the skin of your heart, whilst your own found his face as your fingernails tore into his skin, the ecstasy rolling through your body to your fingertips.
The previous day you’d seen JJ standing on the roof of the Cameron’s, deciding whether or not to break into Rafe’s room. You’d seen him while by walking by, your crutches making sharp noises on the cement as you tried to run.
“Stop, J! Come on, please!” You shouted, and he’d seen you on the ground, crying, crutches littered around your crumpled body.
His face filled with surprise as worry fell through his mind, and he tore down the roof the way he’d come up, and soon was on the ground next to you, holding your body.
“Why in the world were you up there JJ!” You’d screamed at him, voice rough and tattered. His heart panged and he wondered how fast you were declining. You’d only gotten crutches last week after your legs started to stop working.
“I-I was angry, y/n, and I wanted Rafe to pay.”
“What in the fuck are you angry about, J?” You’d wondered, wiping the tears away from your cheeks as you stared toward him, his hands resting neatly on your arms.
“You! I’m angry that you’re sick and I can’t do anything about it!” He’d spat at the ground, staring up towards where Rafe’s room lay. Your heart, or whatever was left of it, dropped, and you took a staggered breath.
“Stop, JJ. Stop blaming yourself. It’s no one’s fault, J, okay? I love you so much that my hands shake and my head spins, and I’m not ever going to really leave you, okay baby? Don’t be angry about something that’s already been decided.”
It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we’ll get forty years together
But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone
You sat on the side of the dock at John B’s, your toes circling the water as you closed your eyes and leaned back on your arms. It was obvious to JJ how you were weakening, and he’d seen your once strong arms become lean, your figure dwindle as you lost weight. Your face becoming ashier by the day.
JJ sat with John B and Pope on the hammock, his eyes trained to watch your body incase something bad happened.
“How long do you think she’s got,” Pope said, turning and following JJ’s gaze.
He shrugged, his face wrinkled with distraught. “She never says. It could be forty years from now or tomorrow.”
John B took in a breath, turning to touch JJ’s hand in a form of sympathy. “But she’ll be with you until the day you die, and let me tell you, dude, no one will forget either one of you. You’ll live on forever.”
“People say that, JB, but her body will be in the ground, or mine will, and then you can’t touch each other and its not really like they are there! I just want to hold her forever.”
Pope shook his head, “if you know y/n, then you know she won’t let you hold her forever. She’ll need to get up and move at some point, JJ.”
“And, JJ, I’ve had time to think about this. My dad is dead, yeah, but he is engraved in my memory. He won’t ever really pass away if he’s in my soul.”
“Then for fucks sake, she’s so ingrained in my soul I will never be able to forget her.”
If we were vampires and death was a joke
We’d go out on the sidewalk and smoke
And laugh at all the lovers and their plans
I wouldn’t feel the need to hold your hand
JJ remembered the first time him and you smoked. It was funny actually, because you’d started smoking before JJ, and when you quit, he’d just started. He’d watched you bring the joint to your lips and fill your body with fake happiness, and he’d smiled. He imagined his lips against your own, and his lips on the joint you were holding. He’d imagined you and himself sitting on a grand porch, maybe it was yours, maybe it was his, maybe it was both of yours, and he’d imagined you smoking cigarettes instead of weed.
Now that seemed like a fantasy, and back then it had been something that could have happened.
He watched as you coughed from the smoke he’d breathed out as you both sat on the HMS Pogue, your friends sitting around you. They’d all gone pale, and turned to watch you, JJ holding your back as coughs racked your body. He’d touched your fingers and cringed at their cold feeling. Your heart could barely get the blood to your fingertips anymore.
“Stop worrying,” you’d spoken quickly after you stopped coughing. “If I was a fucking vampire you wouldn’t be scared of a little cough.”
“None of us are vampires, y/n.” Kiara had said, touching your hands and shivering from the feeling.
“But just imagine if we were, Kie. Death would be a fucking joke, right.” You giggled softly, leaning back to lay fully out on the boat. Your body was covered with a thick sweatshirt. You got cold easy, and you didn’t want your friends to see your skin and bones figure.
“What would you do first, if we were vampires?” Pope asked, holding a fishing pole in his hand as he sat down lightly on the side of the boat.
“I’d go on a long run and swim as far as I could into the ocean and watch the sunset and not wonder if it was my last.” You told your friends, who looked concerned.
“I’d stay here, on this boat until the day the earth dies, hanging out with you guys.” John B held Sarah under his arm, and stared at her, pecking her with a kiss.
Pope looked out to the ocean. “I’d go to school, and I’d try to solve all the worlds problems.”
“I’d help you, Pope. I’d get all this fucking plastic out of the ocean and save the planet and help everyone out. I’d try to save us all.” Kiara ran her fingers along the edge of the boat, ignoring the eyes on her as she gave a small smile.
“I’d try to forgive everyone.” Sarah told the group, and you’d nodded.
“So fuck guys, I’m surprised no one has said ‘suck people’s blood’.” JJ rolled his eyes as every laughed. “But other then that,” he stared at you, taking in your beauty. “I’d sit on the porch and smoke and watch the sunrise with the person I love most in the world.”
Maybe time running out is a gift
I’ll work hard ‘til the end of my shift
And give you every second I can find
And hope it isn’t me who’s left behind
Fragile and small in energy, you lay on your bed at your parents house in Figure 8. Your mind stung and you wiggled your toes to try and keep them warm as you shivered under blankets. A book lay open in front of you, held up by JJ as you read out loud to him.
You stopped suddenly, and motioned for him to close the book. He did so quickly.
“Hey J, I’ve been thinking about something.” Your voice, once harmonic, was now raspy and thin.
“What is it an-baby?”
“I don’t think I’m going to breath for much longer.” As soon as the words slipped from your sandpaper throat, JJ’s head started to shake.
“No, no, no, no. No. You’re going to keep breathing, baby”
“Stop JJ. I’m not scared like I was a few months ago. I understand how far I’ve come, and I’ve lived so many beautiful scenes with you and I’m not afraid.”
“Your time isn’t running out, y/n. Your time will never run out.”
“Oh JJ. Time running out is a gift, can’t you see? I don’t want to suffer and be miserable like this anymore. I’ve worked hard, and my shift is almost over.” You told him, and he pulled your hair away from your face and kissed you. JJ tasted the medicines you’d been taking against your lips, and held back the burning tears that stung against his blue eyes.
“Well, I’m going to be out until your shift is over, ange-baby. I’m going to be here until you’ve stopped working. I’ll be with you every fucking second I can find.” His forehead touched yours, and he noticed how hard your body worked for a single breath. Your eyes stayed closed often nowadays as you worked hard to keep moving air throughout your body and to your heart.
He just wanted to see your pupils, and it occurred to him only then that he would be the only one smoking on the porch. And his heart was broken like yours was in that moment.
It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we’ll get forty years together
But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone
Still in your bed, JJ lay next to you, his eyes on your chest, making sure you didn’t stop breathing.
That was why it was a surprise when you did. He shrieked and called John B and the rest of the Pogues as he carried your body downstairs, dialing 911.
“911, what is your -”
“My girlfriend isn’t breathing. She has cancer. Please just get a ambulance to her now!” Tears fell onto his shirt and he felt the dampness even as he sat with you, waiting for the ambulance, trying to give you CPR.
The ambulance wouldn’t let JJ on with you, so he’d run the entire way to hospital, adrenaline circling his veins even as he sat in your hospital room an hour later, watching as you took shallow breaths, your face ashen and drained of color. Your hands had no warmth as he clutched them. The Pogues talked in shallow voices behind him, but he couldn’t hear. He could only hear the machine counting your heartbeats, and your breathing.
You’d asked him why he stopped calling you angel, that night after you’d told him you were near to death.
JJ looked away, “you aren’t dead, y/n. You aren’t an angel until you die, and I don’t want to double cross you.”
“Oh silly boy. You know you can’t double cross me now, right?”
“I know. I just don’t want to realize it yet, my angel.”
And now his angel lay with her wings unfolding underneath her body on the hospital bed. And he knew your shift was almost over.
Forty years my ass.
It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we’ll get forty years together
But one day I’ll be gone or one day you’ll be gone
You opened your eyes one more time before you’d passed away that night, and only to glance around the room, and then stare at JJ, before mouthing the words, “If I was a vampire.”
“I’d never let you out of my touch to smoke a fucking cigarette.” He’d mouthed back, and your eyes already began to close.
Before you’d died, he’d told you about how your medicine tasted when he kissed you.
“It tastes like blood, doesn’t it? That’s what I think.”
“It tastes like blood, but blood saves lives, right?”
“Not mine, J. Not mine.”
I knew this couldn’t go on forever. And now I’m the one alone, screw fucking forty years together, you were gone, and I was left on this world as a vampire, sucking blood from the mouths of people, just as I pretend its the blood in yours.
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wow that was a journey. i just want to point out this is not part of my new series, Oops, this is a stand alone fic. anywho, i hope you like this. jason isbell is a phenomenal lyricist and this song is very under appreciated. love ya’ll,
you mention to steve that you want to have a child, and he goes... well... a lot off the rocker
warnings; breeding kink, penetrative sex, oral ( female recieving ), dirty talk, talk of pregnancy, fucking hot steve
my overall masterlist
the light above you collected moths under the summer night as you lay, stretched out, on a pool-sunbed, flipping through the pages of one of steve's mother's magazines.
both of his parents had now passed away, which, though sad in nature, was freeing for steve. you'd never been a fan of either of his parents since he'd told you about the ways they'd reared steve. or, should you say, hadn't brought him up. you and steve had finished cleaning out their rooms, going through old junk and vintage items three weeks ago. you'd moved back to hawkins from chicago, where you'd been a successful author, managing a large publishing company, and he'd been a salesmen working a steady job as manager of a large chain of stores.
it only had made sense to move back to hawkins, though you two shared unpleasant and traumatizing memories in the town. recently, after the passing away of her parents, nancy and jonathon had returned, along with their daughter. will and his partner, whom you'd met a handful of times, still lived here, and the chief, who you'd always regarded as a father figure, was getting frailer.
now, as you thumbed through the pages of the magazine, your eyes caught on a specific article, the title long worn away by time and cheapness.
reading through the pages, your chest tightened at the ideas floating on the page. children, sex, raising babies into strong young people, all things that seemed too vulgar to be in a sixties magazine.
as you kept taking in the words, a sort of excitement billowed inside of your chest. the idea of motherhood had been something you'd liked, even as a child, when you'd stuck your tongue out at all dolls and anything remotely motherly.
now, though... you wanted that baby. you wanted the love you would share, you wanted steve to experience fatherhood in a positive light.
as the screen door open, you jumped slightly. "sorry, col, didn't mean to scare you," steve said, moving to lay down on your lounge chair next to you. you set down the magazine on the table, leaning up to kiss his lips tenderly.
he nestled against you and wrapped his arms around your middle.
"how was the grocery?" you asked, breathing in the thick night air.
shrugging, steve answered, "same as always. I did run into erica, though. pregnant, and back in town for the weekend to visit her mother."
your eyes opened wide, "erica sinclair is pregnant?"
he nodded, "yep. and glowing too."
you closed your eyes, envisioning erica with her own child. then, as though on a slideshow, the image faded into you, standing with steve, a child holding both of your hands as you walked down the sidewalk.
"col?" steve asked, turning to you.
the image was still in your head as you traced his lips with your eyes. "steve, don't you ever want to have children?"
he took a sharp breath, and through his eyes you could tell he was running through answers. then, slowly, he nodded, "with you, yes, totally. do you?"
you let yourself think before talking too quick, "yes, yes, yes. i mean, yes with you, definitely."
steve paused at the hearing of the those words. he was thrilled. he'd always wanted to have a child, to be a better father then his was.
but seeing erica in the store, that had made him want it more. it could have been anyone, but the look on her skin as she glowed. that was something he wanted you to have. he wanted you to glow in that way. he wanted you to be full. he wanted you to have his child.
"when?" he asked, and you could hear the lust creeping into his voice.
"you got a new job, i've been signed a contract, we have the money and the community surrounding us..." you drew out, tapping your fingers along the side of your jeans.
"so now. you want to have a kid now." he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.
"yes. if you want to, of course, only if you want to."
steve answered quickly, "i really want to."
you gazed at each other for a moment, and then it was like something from a film. your lips contacted each others in midair, and steve pulled you onto his body, his hands gripping your waist and shoulder.
it was so heated between the two of you that you thought you might have a fever. he reached down to unbutton your jeans, and then pulled his hand away.
"is everything okay?" you asked, and he shook his head.
"i need to have you, and i can't have you out here," he motioned around you two, where his neighbors could clearly peep into his yard, his voice husky and deep.
"then let's go somewhere we can be alone," you got up, and steve was next to you a second later. hands connected, he pulled you up the stairs and into his room.
sitting down on the bed, he watched as you stood in front of him.
"take off your clothes," he commanded, and you shuddered at the way his eyes were practically fucking you already.
you pulled your cotton shirt up, leaving you in just a sports bra, and then unbuttoned your denim jeans. now just in your panties and bra, steve's hand slipped to his crotch.
you moved to him and straddled his body, grinding into his hard cock. his hands found your back and you breathed against each others mouths, his right fingertips locked against your scalp, yours on his own.
before you could tell where you were, steve had set you down on the bed, pulling off your panties as you lay on your back.
his hands were cold against your clit, and you moaned instantly at the feeling of his fingertips. he rubbed small circles with one hand as he pulled his clothes off with the other.
"aren't you a good girl, darling, letting me get you ready for my cock, huh?" he said, and you moaned. you were wet now, and you swore you were making a puddle of juices on his blanket.
your back arched with pleasure as his mouth found your clit, flicking along the sensitive bundle of nerves. "steve," you groaned into the air conditioned coolness of his room.
"keep talking, darling," he breathed against your pussy, sucking against the bottom of your clit, his nose rubbing circles into the top half. you could feel him smile against you as you repeated his name, over and over.
"oh, god, steve, oh god thank you," you moaned out, and you could feel yourself reaching your high.
it came on you like a train, hitting you with so much pleasure that your vision, or whatever was left of it in your hazy, steve-drunk mindstate, was dotted with white.
slowly steve rose from your clit, and pulled your face into his to kiss you messily. you could taste yourself along the fine curve of his lips, along his tongue as it plunged into your mouth.
you could feel his fingertips leaving your head and moving down, down, down, to his crotch. you listened to the wet squelch as he pumped his cock several times, and then he pulled back from you.
"move back, darling, against the pillows," he whispered, and you complied, your body slow after your orgasam.
"steve," you whispered, the syllables slow coming out of your mouth. "get in me right now."
"so demanding, honey." he tisked, and though normally you would grin, now you only wanted his cock inside of you. "but i'll give you that, if you want it."
he pumped his cock again, and you watched with half clothed eyes as he pressed his tip into you, his legs outside of yours, your chests smushed together as he slowly entered you.
"always so fucking tight, darling," he grunted, "gotta get you stretched out."
it always took a while for him to enter you, but this time you wanted him more then you ever had before. the seconds ticked away like hours, and when he finally bottomed out, you both moaned at the same time.
"god, i love you so much. let's get you full, darling," he said, his mouth against yours.
it seemed now that the only thing you could say was his name, and the moans falling around every word were so harmonic that steve could cum just at the sound of it.
"can i come, please?" you asked, finally straying away from sounding like a broken record. it took almost everything you had to even speak, and your eyes were rolled back.
"no," steve moaned, "let me come with you, darling. hold i."
you could feel his rough, deep thrusts become sloppier, and his fingers, which were wrapped on the cheeks of your face, became harder. he was getting close, and you were already at the edge.
"oh, honey, is this so hard that you can't do it? you have to come for me? well, my little cock-drunk whore, you are just going to have to wait. won't breed you if you come." the words coming from steve's mouth were so dirty that it brought you closer to coming.
"please, please," you pleaded, forcing yourself to stare at his eyes. he could see yours watering, tears threatening to spill.
"hold it, honey," he commanded, and the thought of him not coming inside of you kept you from your high. you wanted his child.
"so excited to see you fucking full and swelling, darling. so excited, so fucking excited." it took you a moment to realize that his hands had moved from your face and were now on your back, pulling your bra off your body.
his face met your breasts the second the fabric disappeared. he sucked, nipped, and bit at your nipples and the supple flesh of your boobs. "god, i love you. so beautiful, so beautiful. all for me, your mine."
"steve, i can't hold it, please," the pleasure was so intense, so deep, that you started to sob.
"let go with me, darling," he pulled his face away from your tits, and the second he gave you the go ahead, you did just that.
if you thought your last orgasam was good, this one was mind bending. you lost yourself, your body, where you were for what seemed like years.
it was only steve pulling a pillow from behind your back that brought you to life. you were shaking, hard, from the exhilaration of it all. tears stained down your cheeks, and you wondered how one person could be so beautiful. his hair was long and messy, and you held your hands to his head as he positioned a pillow underneath your hips, propping your pussy into the air.
his fingers prodded at your opening for a moment, and you watched his face as he stuffed his cum deep inside of you.
"can't let it slip out, darling. we'll get you fucking swelling on the first try."
though I am not taking part in all the days of this challenge ( and I am like a week late ) I thought it would still be fun to make Cordelia's high school yearbook photo!
you mention to steve that you want to have a child, and he goes... well... a lot off the rocker
warnings; breeding kink, penetrative sex, oral ( female recieving ), dirty talk, talk of pregnancy, fucking hot steve
my overall masterlist
the light above you collected moths under the summer night as you lay, stretched out, on a pool-sunbed, flipping through the pages of one of steve's mother's magazines.
both of his parents had now passed away, which, though sad in nature, was freeing for steve. you'd never been a fan of either of his parents since he'd told you about the ways they'd reared steve. or, should you say, hadn't brought him up. you and steve had finished cleaning out their rooms, going through old junk and vintage items three weeks ago. you'd moved back to hawkins from chicago, where you'd been a successful author, managing a large publishing company, and he'd been a salesmen working a steady job as manager of a large chain of stores.
it only had made sense to move back to hawkins, though you two shared unpleasant and traumatizing memories in the town. recently, after the passing away of her parents, nancy and jonathon had returned, along with their daughter. will and his partner, whom you'd met a handful of times, still lived here, and the chief, who you'd always regarded as a father figure, was getting frailer.
now, as you thumbed through the pages of the magazine, your eyes caught on a specific article, the title long worn away by time and cheapness.
reading through the pages, your chest tightened at the ideas floating on the page. children, sex, raising babies into strong young people, all things that seemed too vulgar to be in a sixties magazine.
as you kept taking in the words, a sort of excitement billowed inside of your chest. the idea of motherhood had been something you'd liked, even as a child, when you'd stuck your tongue out at all dolls and anything remotely motherly.
now, though... you wanted that baby. you wanted the love you would share, you wanted steve to experience fatherhood in a positive light.
as the screen door open, you jumped slightly. "sorry, col, didn't mean to scare you," steve said, moving to lay down on your lounge chair next to you. you set down the magazine on the table, leaning up to kiss his lips tenderly.
he nestled against you and wrapped his arms around your middle.
"how was the grocery?" you asked, breathing in the thick night air.
shrugging, steve answered, "same as always. I did run into erica, though. pregnant, and back in town for the weekend to visit her mother."
your eyes opened wide, "erica sinclair is pregnant?"
he nodded, "yep. and glowing too."
you closed your eyes, envisioning erica with her own child. then, as though on a slideshow, the image faded into you, standing with steve, a child holding both of your hands as you walked down the sidewalk.
"col?" steve asked, turning to you.
the image was still in your head as you traced his lips with your eyes. "steve, don't you ever want to have children?"
he took a sharp breath, and through his eyes you could tell he was running through answers. then, slowly, he nodded, "with you, yes, totally. do you?"
you let yourself think before talking too quick, "yes, yes, yes. i mean, yes with you, definitely."
steve paused at the hearing of the those words. he was thrilled. he'd always wanted to have a child, to be a better father then his was.
but seeing erica in the store, that had made him want it more. it could have been anyone, but the look on her skin as she glowed. that was something he wanted you to have. he wanted you to glow in that way. he wanted you to be full. he wanted you to have his child.
"when?" he asked, and you could hear the lust creeping into his voice.
"you got a new job, i've been signed a contract, we have the money and the community surrounding us..." you drew out, tapping your fingers along the side of your jeans.
"so now. you want to have a kid now." he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.
"yes. if you want to, of course, only if you want to."
steve answered quickly, "i really want to."
you gazed at each other for a moment, and then it was like something from a film. your lips contacted each others in midair, and steve pulled you onto his body, his hands gripping your waist and shoulder.
it was so heated between the two of you that you thought you might have a fever. he reached down to unbutton your jeans, and then pulled his hand away.
"is everything okay?" you asked, and he shook his head.
"i need to have you, and i can't have you out here," he motioned around you two, where his neighbors could clearly peep into his yard, his voice husky and deep.
"then let's go somewhere we can be alone," you got up, and steve was next to you a second later. hands connected, he pulled you up the stairs and into his room.
sitting down on the bed, he watched as you stood in front of him.
"take off your clothes," he commanded, and you shuddered at the way his eyes were practically fucking you already.
you pulled your cotton shirt up, leaving you in just a sports bra, and then unbuttoned your denim jeans. now just in your panties and bra, steve's hand slipped to his crotch.
you moved to him and straddled his body, grinding into his hard cock. his hands found your back and you breathed against each others mouths, his right fingertips locked against your scalp, yours on his own.
before you could tell where you were, steve had set you down on the bed, pulling off your panties as you lay on your back.
his hands were cold against your clit, and you moaned instantly at the feeling of his fingertips. he rubbed small circles with one hand as he pulled his clothes off with the other.
"aren't you a good girl, darling, letting me get you ready for my cock, huh?" he said, and you moaned. you were wet now, and you swore you were making a puddle of juices on his blanket.
your back arched with pleasure as his mouth found your clit, flicking along the sensitive bundle of nerves. "steve," you groaned into the air conditioned coolness of his room.
"keep talking, darling," he breathed against your pussy, sucking against the bottom of your clit, his nose rubbing circles into the top half. you could feel him smile against you as you repeated his name, over and over.
"oh, god, steve, oh god thank you," you moaned out, and you could feel yourself reaching your high.
it came on you like a train, hitting you with so much pleasure that your vision, or whatever was left of it in your hazy, steve-drunk mindstate, was dotted with white.
slowly steve rose from your clit, and pulled your face into his to kiss you messily. you could taste yourself along the fine curve of his lips, along his tongue as it plunged into your mouth.
you could feel his fingertips leaving your head and moving down, down, down, to his crotch. you listened to the wet squelch as he pumped his cock several times, and then he pulled back from you.
"move back, darling, against the pillows," he whispered, and you complied, your body slow after your orgasam.
"steve," you whispered, the syllables slow coming out of your mouth. "get in me right now."
"so demanding, honey." he tisked, and though normally you would grin, now you only wanted his cock inside of you. "but i'll give you that, if you want it."
he pumped his cock again, and you watched with half clothed eyes as he pressed his tip into you, his legs outside of yours, your chests smushed together as he slowly entered you.
"always so fucking tight, darling," he grunted, "gotta get you stretched out."
it always took a while for him to enter you, but this time you wanted him more then you ever had before. the seconds ticked away like hours, and when he finally bottomed out, you both moaned at the same time.
"god, i love you so much. let's get you full, darling," he said, his mouth against yours.
it seemed now that the only thing you could say was his name, and the moans falling around every word were so harmonic that steve could cum just at the sound of it.
"can i come, please?" you asked, finally straying away from sounding like a broken record. it took almost everything you had to even speak, and your eyes were rolled back.
"no," steve moaned, "let me come with you, darling. hold i."
you could feel his rough, deep thrusts become sloppier, and his fingers, which were wrapped on the cheeks of your face, became harder. he was getting close, and you were already at the edge.
"oh, honey, is this so hard that you can't do it? you have to come for me? well, my little cock-drunk whore, you are just going to have to wait. won't breed you if you come." the words coming from steve's mouth were so dirty that it brought you closer to coming.
"please, please," you pleaded, forcing yourself to stare at his eyes. he could see yours watering, tears threatening to spill.
"hold it, honey," he commanded, and the thought of him not coming inside of you kept you from your high. you wanted his child.
"so excited to see you fucking full and swelling, darling. so excited, so fucking excited." it took you a moment to realize that his hands had moved from your face and were now on your back, pulling your bra off your body.
his face met your breasts the second the fabric disappeared. he sucked, nipped, and bit at your nipples and the supple flesh of your boobs. "god, i love you. so beautiful, so beautiful. all for me, your mine."
"steve, i can't hold it, please," the pleasure was so intense, so deep, that you started to sob.
"let go with me, darling," he pulled his face away from your tits, and the second he gave you the go ahead, you did just that.
if you thought your last orgasam was good, this one was mind bending. you lost yourself, your body, where you were for what seemed like years.
it was only steve pulling a pillow from behind your back that brought you to life. you were shaking, hard, from the exhilaration of it all. tears stained down your cheeks, and you wondered how one person could be so beautiful. his hair was long and messy, and you held your hands to his head as he positioned a pillow underneath your hips, propping your pussy into the air.
his fingers prodded at your opening for a moment, and you watched his face as he stuffed his cum deep inside of you.
"can't let it slip out, darling. we'll get you fucking swelling on the first try."
six feet under summary; just as she's settling into Hawkins, a new terror threatens to take Cordelia's friends, and her lover away...
chapter summary; transition and translation. or at least, the hopes of transition and translation.
warnings; this story may be unsuitable for some audiences. Sexual content, abuse, anxiety, self harm, depression, abandonment, violence, blood, death, and cigarettes.
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Cordelia knotted the laces of her Reeboks’s, pulling them hard, preparing herself for the pilgrimage home. Steve had left half an hour ago for Scoops Ahoy, and Cordelia desperately hoped her mother was out of the house as well.
The phone rang and Cordelia answered it, hearing Dustin’s voice immediately on the line. “Cordelia?”
“Hey, Dustin.” Cordelia responded, sitting on the barstools in Steve’s kitchen.
“Can you give me a ride to the mall today, please? My bikes at the shop and mom’s got some sewing stuff—”
Before Dustin could ramble on, she agreed. “I’ll be at your house in probably thirty minutes.”
“Thanks, Cordelia. I have some shit to tell you.”
Saying goodbye, and rolling her eyes, Cordelia grabbed her keys and made her way towards her Aston Martin.
The only thing Cordelia got from Mage was her cheekbones and stubbornness. Otherwise, the two Silva women were astronomically different. That was obvious to Cordelia when she pulled open the door of her home. Cordelia was a tidy person, but her mother was so tedious that she could see her reflection in the polished wooden floorboards.
That was one of the things Mage and Cordelia’s father argued about the most — the fact that her mother had to do more than her fair share in household chores. Shaking off the memories, Cordelia slid her way into the house, up the stairs, and into her room.
Passing by her Blondie poster, she shut the door, locking it tight. Going straight to her closet, she grabbed a large duffle bag and started to shove her clothes into it. Just summer things, not sweaters. She’d have to return home at some point.
After throwing all of her shoes into the duffle, she zipped it shut and threw it onto the bed, deciding at the last moment to grab the quilt her grandmother had made her father, which he’d given to Cordelia.
Next, Cordelia conquered the entertainment. Their Eyes Were Watching God, Anne Sexton, Seamus Heaney. She’d grabbed another bag and put all of her books inside of it. Zipping it up, she moved onto the vinyls, cd’s, and cassettes. The Kinks, George Harrison, The Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, of course Blondie, and The Beatles.
Just as she was grabbing her medals, from track and volleyball respectively, the door knob twisted and Cordelia was met with her mother.
Mage was smaller then Cordelia in stature, standing at around 5’6. Her hair was many shades darker than Cordelia’s light brown coloring, and thicker in texture.
“What the fuck is happening here?” She motioned towards the bags, all of them piled on Cordelia’s bed.
“Please knock next time,” Cordelia said quietly. She wished Steve were here at this moment. He’d met Mage three or four times, when her mother insisted that he come over for dinner. She didn’t believe anyone could love her daughter, and needed to see Steve in the flesh.
“Delia,” she said more slowly, stepping a few feet towards her daughter. “What is happening here?”
“I’m just grabbing a few things,” she responded, hooking the duffle bag of her clothes over her shoulder.
“And where are you planning on going?” Mage asked, her voice rising.
Cordelia stared at her mother. She couldn’t tell her she was staying at Steve’s — then Mage would attack Cordelia for moving in with a boyfriend so early in life.
“I’m staying with a friend,” she told her mom, grabbing another one of the bags in her hands and stepping a foot closer to the door.
“Of course. First your father, then you. Gotta leave good old Mage behind, right? Go and move on!” Her voice was quickly at a shout, and Cordelia flinched slightly. She always flinched when people shouted.
“Please move, I have someone to meet.” Cordelia said, nodding towards the door. She kept her rough voice monotone. She didn’t need her mother to attack her for anything else.
“Fuck you, Cordelia. Fuck you. You are abandoning me too? You are fucking fat and sick and so much like your father!” Cordelia tried to block out what her mother was saying about her, tried to block out everything. Grabbing her bags, she trudged down the stairs. She felt so weighed down, first by her mothers accusations, and second by the shit she was carrying.
As she reached her car, Mage still was hounding on Cordelia. Her words spitted out so loudly that Cordelia swore that everyone in Hawkins could hear. “You are the reason your father left, Cordelia. You are ugly and weak and you are the reason we are alone. I wish that you were six feet under.”
Cordelia unlocked the car and shoved her things in the front. As she turned back to get into the driver's seat, her calm charade finally cracked.
“I am not the reason dad left us. You are the reason dad is gone.” She slid into the Aston Martin, turning the ignition and driving away.
Dustin’s house was closeby, and it only took her a few minutes to drive to his place. He was standing outside, wearing his Camp Nowhere Hat and a charming scowl.
“Been forty minutes, Cordelia. I can attest to say we agreed for thirty minutes. Now, I know you are good at math, or at least I hope you are for someone in AP Caculus, so I am wondering what the fuck went wrong!”
Cordelia rubbed her eyes as he buckled his seatbelt, leaning against the steering wheel.
“What’s up?” He asked, and with her eyes closed, she leaned back against the leather seat, crossing her arms over her chest. Wearing a flowery orange summer dress and her Reebok's, her outfit was nothing like the emotions on her face.
Normally, she didn’t let anything show. At school, her face was carved into an unemotional, blank slate. She didn’t let anything radiat out. At home, she didn’t smile, she didn’t frown. The only time she showed her emotions on her skin was when she was with the kids or Steve. And even that took time.
“Just my mother.” She whispered, and Dustin looked around, as though checking to see if Mage was lurking in the backseat.
He reached out and touched her arm, not used to seeing Cordelia like this. “What happened?”
“She was upset. I was getting my stuff,” she pulled out of Dustin’s driveway, faking a smile to wave at his mother, Claudia, who stood in the window. “What did you want to tell me?”
Soon enough, Dustin and Cordelia were inside Scoops Ahoy. Giving Cordelia her signature ‘are you serious’ face, she moved her gaze to Dustin.
“Hi!” he grinned, glancing around the shop.
“Hi,” Robin repeated back, leaning over the countertop.
Dustin pointed at himself, “I’m Dustin.”
“I’m Robin,” she responded.
“Pleasure to meet you. Uh, is — is he here?”
“Is who here?” Robin said, monotone.
Just as the words slipped from her mouth, Steve burst out of the back room, smiling like a madman. “Henderson!” He waved his hands in the air, dancing to the opposite side of the counter, standing in front of Dustin. He chimed the whole while, “Henderson! He’s back, he’s back!”
“I’m back!” Dustin matched the loudness in Steve’s voice, pointing at the Scoops Ahoy logo. Cordelia leaned against the counter, her and Robin sharing a sarcastic look.
“Your back!”
“You got the job!” Dustin said.
“I got the job!” Steve imitated a trumpet, buzzing along.
Then, as though doing a synchronized dance, the two boys performed an intricate handshake, not lacking a lightsaber sequence and an imitation of blood.
As they finished, leaning over the countertop, Robin motioned to Steve and Cordelia, “how many children are you friends with?”
The smile dropped from Steve’s face.
A few minutes and a banana split later, Dustin, Cordelia and Steve sat crowded in a booth at Scoops Ahoy.
“No, no, no way.” Steve said, “she’s hotter than Phoebe Cates? No.”
Rolling her eyes, Cordelia stole a scoop of ice cream Dustin’s treat as he nodded his head. “Brilliant too. And she doesn’t care that my real pearls are still coming in. She says kissing is better without teeth.”
Cordelia and Steve met each other's gaze, and quickly she snapped her fingers to his mouth. “Let’s try it out, shall we?” Steve moved away from her hands quickly.
Laughing, they continued with their conversation. “Well, that’s great. Proud of you man. That’s ro — that’s kinda romantic. That’s like… wow.” Steve said.
Pretending to cry, Cordelia felt Dustin’s shoulder. “Man, you’ve just blossomed.”
Ignoring Cordelia, Dustin waved at the banana split. “So you really just get to eat as much of this as you want?”
“In theory,” Cordelia snuck another bite.
“Yes, Cory’s right. But not for me.” Steve continued.
She raised her eyebrows before Steve kept talking, “I gotta keep in shape for the lady.” He rested his arm across Cordelia’s shoulder.
“Cordelia, how’s that working out for you?” Robin yelled from across Scoops, and Cordelia chuckled.
Before she could respond, Dustin spoke again,“Robin seems cool.”
As Cordelia shrugged, Steve said, “she’s not.”
“So, uh, where are the other knuckleheads.” Steve changed the subject. “Cory told me that they didn’t believe Susie was real.”
Eyeing Cordelia, Dustin nodded, “yep, and you guys just abandoned me last night. Just like you kept me waiting this morning. You looked super unhappy both times.”
Cordelia leaned back, resting her head against Steve’s arm.
Steve looked to Cordelia like she was the only person in the room, staring her face up and down, as though checking for swelling or blood, “what happened? Why’d you keep him waiting.”
Cordelia closed her eyes, wanting to shrug the encounter with her mother off. But then she stopped herself. It made her feel better to talk to Steve, and he felt better knowing she was being honest with him. “I’ll tell you later.”
Steve nodded briskly at Cordelia, and then gave Dustin a quizzical look, “no?”
“Yeah, my first day back, huh, Cordelia.”
“Come on Dustin, Max and Lucas wanted a ride home, I just gave it to them.” Cordelia lied, trying to defend herself.
Still going, Dustin continued, “sure, sure. It’s not like you facilitated the ride.”
As she opened her mouth to speak, Steve did just that, “it’s over, guys. Can’t change the past, am I right?”
“Well,” Dustin side eyed Cordelia, “you know what you missed out on.”
“What did she miss out on?” Steve said, confused.
“You don’t get to share in my glory,” Dustin ignored Steve.
Scoffing, Cordelia shut her eyes, “I’m more worried about your safety, Mr Glory.”
“Guys, okay, what did she, and apparently I, miss out on?” Steve raised his voice slightly.
Scooting slightly closer to the couple, Dustin held his hands out to elaborate, “so, last night, I was trying to come in contact with Susie.” He glanced around as Steve mumbled something about him being a go getter. “I intercepted a secret Russian communication.” Dustin’s voice was so low that Cordelia could barely even hear him.
“What?” Steve asked, making eye contact with Cordelia, who tapped Dustin on the shoulder, prompting him to say it again.
Dustin glanced around again, then whispered, not at all louder, “I intercepted a secret Russian communication.”
Again, Steve responded, saying, “just speak louder.”
“I intercepted a secret Russian communication!” Dustin’s voice turned heads from all across Scoops.
Quickly, trying to cover for them, Steve responded, “Jeez, shh. Yeah, okay, that’s what I thought you said.”
Cordelia blinked slowly at him, raising her eyebrows, and he pulled her in for a kiss, smiling against her lips. “But, uh, what does that mean?”
“It means, Steve and Cordelia, that we could be heroes. True American heroes.” Dustin said, hope filtering through his voice.
“Huh.” Steve smiled goonishly, glancing to Cordelia, whose face was blank. “Come on, Cordelia. True American heroes.”
“Steve, we can’t get into this Russian thing. Look what happened last year, we almost died like nine times! And Russians, to me at least, are a lot fucking scarier then weird demo-hounds.”
“Demo-dogs!” Dustin corrected loudly, and then responded to what Cordelia had said, “and I’d put myself in some danger to save the rest of the world.”
Glancing at Steve, who was suddenly looking skeptical, Dustin continued, “just think, Steve. You’ll be famous — posters, books, movies. And Cordelia, you could get sponsorships for whatever running or volleyball shit that you do. And you can get out of Hawkins. Just imagine, you two.”
“Posters?” Steve said, dazed, contemplating what the curly haired kid had said.
“Many posters,” Dustin answered, nodding.
“What’s the catch?” Steve and Cordelia asked in unison.
Dustin shook his head, “no catch. I just need your help.”
“With what?” Steve raised his shoulders.
Unzipping his backpack, Dustin pulled out a Russian to English dictionary, holding the orange cover in the air. “Translation.”
The idea that she could leave her mother made the idea sound appealing to her ears, and soon enough, Cordelia, Dustin and Steve were sitting around the table in the back of Scoops Ahoy, the translation book open in front of them, the recorder on the table.
Cordelia listened to the recording, recognizing the music in the background but from what she didn’t know. They’d written the Russian alphabet on a whiteboard, and it hung on the wall, reminding them of how much progress they’d made.
Stopping the recording, Dustin spoke up, “so, what do you think?”
“It sounded familiar,” Steve said.
“Yeah,” Cordelia nodded, getting up to lean against the wall of the room.
“What?” Dustin exclaimed.
“The music at the end,” Steve started.
“I feel like I’ve heard it before.” Cordelia finished.
“Why are you two listening to the music?”
“Because we don’t understand Russian!” Cordelia responded to Dustin.
“Stop listening to the music, you two! Listen to the Russian, we are trying to translate the Russian!” Dustin yelled loudly, not caring about who listened.
“Alright,” Robin burst through the door, interrupting Dustin’s screaming session. “Babysitting’s over, Steve. You need to get in there.” She turned and saw the board where they’d written the Russian alphabet, and looked back to the group. “Hey, my board! That was important data, shitbirds!”
Without missing a beat, Dustin chimed in, “I guarantee what we are doing is way more important than your data.”
“Yeah,” Robin walked slowly over the table. “And how do you know these Russians are up to no good anyways.”
Dustin and Steve faced each other, “how does she know about the Russians, Steve? How does she know about the Russians, Cordelia?”
Cordelia shrugged, watching Steve, who responded, “I don’t know,” mouthful of banana showing as he spoke.
The boys argued for a few moments before Robin said, “hello, I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You both are extremely loud, and I’m not including Cordelia in this because I actually have only heard you talk about a single time.” Robin made eye contact with Cordelia, who closed her eyes and shook her head.
It was one of things that Cordelia was most known for — being quiet. She didn’t talk because why would you talk if someone could hold it against you?
Robin continued, “you think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate but you haven’t figured out a word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entirely different alphabet. Sound about right?”
The boys were silent for a moment, and then Robin lunged at the tape. Steve pulled it away just in time so that she couldn’t grab it. “Woah, what do you think you are doing?” He asked.
“I wanna hear it!” Robin exclaimed, gesturing to the tape.
Both Steve and Dustin spoke at the same time, “why?”
Robin shrugged her shoulders, “because maybe I can help.” Cordelia looked blankly at the boys. “I am fluent in four languages you know.”
“Russian?” Dustin questioned.
Robin said something in a language Cordelia recognized as pig-latin. Her father had once spoken to her like that, when they were running together training for the track season.
Making an o shape with his mouth, Steve exclaimed, “oh oh ho oh!”
Dustin smiled, “holy shit.”
“That’s pig latin, guys,” Cordelia said, and the boys gave each other a confused look before Robin continued.
“But I can speak Spanish and French and Italian and I’ve been in band for twelve years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me.”
Steve made a small noise of unease, and Robin continued, “come on. It’s your turn to sling ice cream and my turn to translate. I don’t even want credit, I’m just bored.”
In the background, the bell dinged at the counter, and Robin reached forward for the tape. Slowly, Steve handed it to her, and Cordelia smiled slightly. This could be the thing to get her away from her mother.
Soon, she hoped, she’d be free. Her and Steve would be free.
NEED A FIC IMMEDIATELY FOR YOUR LAST BLURB. Don’t even get me started on how he reacts to your boobs getting bigger. Man would go FERAL. He would spoil you to death and do anything to keep you off your feet, while also showing you off so everyone knows who knocked you up.
Steve is the type to fall in love with watching your belly grow, knowing that everyone knows who knocked you up. Canon breeding kink confirmed, you predicted it
I am writing this right now ! Man, you hit the nail on the head with this one.
Thanks for sending this in! And yes, I do win for predicting this. Thank you for acknowledging that.
