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fandomoblivion · 4 years

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Ella Enchanted (part three)

Fandom: Stranger Things season 3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: (Y/N), also known as Nine, was a girl being experimented on all her life by the Hawkins Lab, conditioned into following every command her brain heard. She managed to escape the lab, with the help of her little sister Eleven, and was taken in by Hopper. Now, it’s a year later, and the three of them are a happy family. She just got her first job, where she works alongside Steve “The Hair” Harrington… who her father doesn’t much like.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,088

Notes: ask and you shall recieve the next part! i know there’s not much here, and there’s not much steve in this part, but their section of episode 3 was very short. i promise you there will be more to come thanks to Miss Rona though :)

prologue / one / two

The next day, as you were walking on the first floor of the mall on your way to your shift, you spotted a familiar face hiding behind binoculars in the bushes. It seemed as though they had spotted you too, so you awkwardly waved.

Steve didn’t respond, but Dustin grinned and yelled, “(Y/N)! Get over here!”

You felt your brain go fuzzy as your feet dragged themselves over to where the boys were. Steve was yelling at Dustin in hushed tones about getting “caught being spies,” but you tried to ignore the dumbassery.

“Hi.” You said quietly. You still weren’t comfortable talking normally around anyone except Hopper. Even sometimes with El, you had problems getting out full sentences. She understood, though. Quite often you two could have full conversations, only speaking one word each back and forth.

“I can’t believe she’s with him.” Steve grumbled, clearly looking at someone through the binoculars, ignoring you completely.

“Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?!” Dustin said, grabbing the binoculars.

Steve choked around the neck strap for a second, saying, “Stop, hey. Stop.”

“Give me those!” Dustin said, taking the strap off Steve.

You stood awkwardly, rocking back and forth on your heels. You felt uncomfortable standing there, being a part of this conversation. You felt even more uncomfortable when Dustin said, “I don’t get why you’re even looking at girls anyway. You have the perfect one right in front of you.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “If you’re talking about Robin, I-”

“Robin?! No! (Y/N).” Steve looked at you and met your eyes. You felt the blood drain from your face.

“She’s an experiment, Henderson. She’s not a girl.”

Ow.

You felt like you had been slapped. Here, in the middle of the mall, Steve just said the words that had been haunting you, keeping you from acting like a normal teenager this whole time.

“Steve!” Dustin said. “(Y/N), he didn’t-”

“You’re right.” You huffed, walking away as swiftly as you had walked there. You were glad they didn’t tell you to stay, or come back, or…

You were upset. So, you rushed up the escalator to Robin to start your shift. “Hey, Translator.” She joked, handing Lucas’s little sister a taste of some flavor she didn’t need to taste. Robin looked up at you, used to you not saying hi back. She furrowed her brow when she saw your glossy eyes. “Shit, what happened?” She asked, closing the ice cream case.

Erica started to protest, but Robin just shut her up with a quick “I’m going on my break, twerp.” And she grabbed your arm, pulling you into the back room.

“What happened?” She repeated. You avoided her gaze, but she ducked and dodged her head around to meet your eyes. “(Y/N).”

“Steve said something.”

“What did he say? Tell me.”

Oh fuck.

Your brain went numb as you repeated Steve’s words: “She’s an experiment, Henderson. She’s not a girl.” Robin didn’t know about Eleven, or about Hawkins Lab, or about your past at all. She didn’t know what Steve’s words meant. And yet…

“Dick. He called you an experiment? I mean, sure you’re weird, but like in a cool way.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Seriously. That’s a messed up thing to say, and it’s so not true. Got it?” You nodded. “Cool. So I’ve been trying to translate this bit of Russian all day, and I cannot for the life of me get it down. Can you do it?”

You nodded. You needed her to tell you straight out to translate it, not ask you to. You thought for a second, then asked, “Um, do what?”

“Translate this.” She said, playing the full tape.

Fuzzy brain. “The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly.”

“Tread! That was the word. I was thinkin’ squeeze. That is so not squeeze.”

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the back door. “I got it.” Robin went and opened it, and a delivery guy was standing there. You saw her sign for a package, and then he left. After he left, she ran into the hall and stood, watching him walk away.

“Are you okay?” You asked, walking over.

“Silver cat.” Robin said, pointing at the delivery guy’s uniform. Sure enough, on the back of his dorky LYNX DELIVERY shirt was a picture of a silver cat.

Robin grabbed your hand and the two of you rushed out of the ice cream parlor, pushing past Steve and Dustin on your way. She pulled you to the center of the mall, up onto the planters.

“A trip to China sounds nice.” She said, repeating it over and over to herself as she looked around.

Then it clicked in your brain. “Imperial Panda.” You said, looking at the Chinese restaurant.

“If you tread lightly.”

You pointed right above the restaurant. “Kaufman Shoes.”

“When blue and yellow meet in the west.”

Your head felt like it was spinning. You and Robin looked around and around, until Robin stopped, looking up at the clock. There was a blue hand and a yellow hand.

“Robin.” You two looked down and saw Steve standing there. “The hell are you doing?”

“(Y/N) cracked it.” Robin said, grinning.

“Cracked what?” Dustin asked.

Robin jumped down, helping you down too. “She cracked the code.”

“Of course she did.” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“Let’s take a walk, Steve. I’ll explain the code to you in big, slow words so you understand.” Robin said, leaving you with Dustin.

“Is he always mean like that?” You asked the kid.

He groaned. “Sorry about him. I kinda yelled at him for you after what happened earlier. He apologized, and then I was all ‘Uhh, dude! Don’t apologize to me! Apologize to (Y/N)!’ and then he was all ‘Durrr my brain no workey.’” You laughed at the kid’s energy, and the two of you started walking towards the food court.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.” There was a pause. “So… the code?”

“Right. Yes.” You tried your best to explain what you and Robin figured out to the kid, stuttering over your words and trying to form full sentences. You did your best, but still not good. He did his best to understand though, repeating everything back to you to see if he was understanding.

He’s a sweet kid. You realized you’re gonna need him if you intended to work around that Steve Harrington much longer.

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lisaleigh713 · 3 years

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Neighbor

I will come back to Christmas in another story but wanted to tell of the exploits with my neighbor and how it came about. Well, maybe not exploits but the beginning of something, I hope, will be incredible.

I live in a subdivision in the burbs, so our houses are close enough together to hear if very loud.

The weekend of Christmas, Uncle Herb, Aunt Jean and my cousin Katie were in town staying with me. We fucked all weekend long and were loud on a number of occasions. I am a screamer and very vocal when fucking as are my Aunt and Cousin. Uncle Herb will give instructions but he is not loud. “Get on your knees bitch, suck my cock whore.”

I walked my family out to their car to say goodbye. Katie slipped her tongue in my mouth while grabbing my tit. Aunt Jean followed suit and Uncle Herb, well Uncle Herb kissed me so deep and through my skirt diddled my clit. I waved as they drove off but my pussy was soaking wet now.

Unbeknownst to me my neighbors had been watching through their blinds. I turned to go into my house and caught the shade moving and a quick glimpse of Shelly. I thought I might need to apologize for any loud noise or my Uncles car parked on the street for a few days.

I rang the doorbell and Shelly answered. Shelly is a beautiful woman. Shelly is right about 30 years old, hispanic with long black hair. Shelly is about my height but a little bigger. Shelly is a 38D 26 38. Shelly probably weights about 130 lbs. Her eyes are black as coal and when she looks at you it feels as though she is peering into your soul.

I had never officially met Shelly or her husband but there was no time like the present. I rang the door bell and Shelly answered. I said “ good morning”, of course she replied in kind. “I am so sorry for my Uncles car parked on the road for the last couple of days and any loud noise coming from my house,” I exclaimed. You could tell Shelly was a bit uneasy, it was obvious she and her husband had heard some of what was going on over the holidays. Shelly explained it was no problem and they hadn’t gone anywhere. Shelly did seem surprised to learn those leaving was my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin.

We talked for a moment or two and I excused myself back to my home. I thought about Shelly the rest of the day and dreamt of having her pussy juice all over my face. Obviously I had to fuck myself to relieve the tension.

Since my pool is heated and I have a hot tub attached to my pool, I decided to go out to my pool and swim a little bit and then relax in the hot tub. As I do not have any neighbors behind me, I dont have to worry about relaxing naked. I was sitting in my hot tub trying to relax and prepare for what would be a very busy week ahead of me when I heard Shelly over the fence.

Shelly said, “hello,”. I responded in kind. “Hey I am just sitting in the hot tub if you want to come over.” Shelly said, “give me a minute, that sounds awesome.” I got out and grabbed a bottle of Merlot and two glasses. Shelly came over in a beautiful red bikini. She got in the hot tub and realized I was naked.

“Would you like a glass of wine”, I asked? Shelly said, “yes, I think I am going to need one or two.” I poured us each a glass of wine and we began drinking and talking. We began with small talk about our jobs and homes, if we had found any great after Christmas sales. You know, just girl talk.

We finished our bottle of wine and I expressed I was going to get another bottle. I got out of the hot tub completely naked and walked into my house and got another bottle of Merlot. I returned to the hot tub. Shelly tried not to stare but she couldn’t help it.

As we were both a bit drunk and our tongues a bit more loose, Shelly asked, “Lisa, do you always run around nude?” “Pretty much” I said. “I like the feeling plus I like the looks you gave me a minute ago when I came back.” She blushed, and I told her, “Shelly, if you want you can take your bikini off or leave it on. I want you to be comfortable here.”

Shelly took a drink of her wine and then took her top off. I commented on how beautiful her breasts were. She repaid in kind. I said “you can touch them if you want.” She was shy and nervous but did. “Wow! your tits are really firm but soft too.” Of course I had to say thank you. I felt her tits and they were incredible. My pussy was dripping now with the thought I being able to lick her fine pussy.

It was time to go in the house. We went in and I prepared a meat and cheese tray for us to snack on. We talked and talked and talked. We talked about everything, We talked about our HOA, shopping, the Rona and of course men. It was nice to just talk and not worry or think about fucking.

I told her, “Shelly you are welcome to come over anytime and use the pool or hot tub.” Of course she was very thankful. “I do like to swim, especially in the summer but since your pool is heated I might have to enjoy it more often” she exclaimed. I let her know anytime she wanted she and Steve were welcome.

Since Steve was away on business, we girls kind of made a day of it. We put on a Lifetime movie and we popped some popcorn to eat. Of course 30 minutes in and we were both crying at the plot line.

Shelly and I really hit it off. We had connected on a level which did not require or push sex. Nothing was expected. She never even asked me about my open relationship with my Aunt, Uncle or cousin. I wanted to fuck her so bad but was just enjoying some girl time too.

After the movie we just sat there and talked. We talked about so many different things continuing our convo from earlier. We decided to go sit in the hot tub for a bit so I grabbed a bottle of wine, took off my bottoms and then Shelly surprised me by taking off her bikini. Shelly said she felt really relaxed around me.

As she is my neighbor, I didn’t want to rush anything. In the hot tub, we started kissing a bit and playing with each others nipples. I slipped my hand down to her pussy and began massaging her clit. It wasn’t long before she came and came hard.

We sit back then drinking some wine. Shelly had a hairy pussy and to be honest I like a pussy with little to no hair; so Shelly asked me why I was smooth. I told her I didn’t like anything in my way and I just loved the way it looked and felt.

Shelly and I conversed some more but it was getting late and she was needing to get home. I knew this would not be the last time Shelly and I got together.

Love and Kisses,

Lisa

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rantingsurvivor · 4 years

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tw: details of abuse, description of past suicide attempts.

My name is Sean Evans, I am an autistic transmasc (ey/em or he/him) who lives in Abbotsford, BC, and from 2018 until June 2020, I was emotionally and sexually abused by Monica Phillips (aka "joyousmonica" or "supruler" on various sites, and an official "Pokemon Professor" who runs Pokemon TCG League events at House of Cards Abbotsford when they aren't cancelled cuz of the 'rona).

I started dating Monica in 2011, and she moved in to my house in early 2012.

In 2018, she cheated on me; when I confronted her, she told me that if I cared about her happiness, I would accept her relationship with the person she cheated with, Beru Bell (aka "spectacularbear"). At this point, Beru (also autistic & non-binary; uses they/them) began sleeping over numerous times a week, using my workspace as a bedroom. At this time, I was trying to prepare for vending at local Pride events, & was using the common area of our suite as my workspace overnight, particularly on nights when Monica was sleeping with the metamour she HAD told me about before starting a relationship (Liz; I'll talk about her eventually). My warning that Beru was going to sleep over for the night was that they changed into their pyjamas & started setting up for bed in my workspace.

I was accused of being "unwelcoming" for asking Beru to let me know when they were sleeping over before setting up for the night. Actually, I wasn't allowed to

Beru and I have another thing in common: we both have gut issues. In their case, onions were a trigger. When I eventually asked Monica to let me know when Beru was coming home from work with her so I could make sure there were some options they could eat without taking over our only bathroom for hours, Beru interrupted our conversation from across the room to shut down my boundaries. I later got in trouble for a tweet expressing my frustration at the incident, because it made Beru upset. I was accused of not accommodating their autism... because I asked for the ability to schedule my evening & the ability to access our single bathroom that was now being shared by FOUR people, and said that I needed to be able to set boundaries.

Beru Bell did not respect a single boundary I set until the point I insisted on going completely non-contact with them.

It's worth mentioning, throughout this whole thing, Beru had an apartment where they lived alone. Until *I* suggested it (after several months of attempting to be polite), the two of them did not spend any significant amount of time there. Beru DID spend a large amount of time at Monica's work & was just as "bad with boundaries" there as they were elsewhere, to the point where multiple people expressed concern that Monica would be fired from her job at House of Cards in downtown Abbotsford over it.

For a while after I went non-contact with Beru, I thought that Monica might have actually understood why I couldn't be around a person who constantly violated my boundaries, including one memorable occasion where I was lying in my bed half naked with the door shut & talking to Monica, & Beru walked in without knocking or so much as a single word with me & climbed into the bed to cuddle Monica.

During this period, Monica made a new friend, Claire. Monica was very concerned about Claire liking her... and Beru. She was not so concerned with Claire liking me, however. Claire has since accused me of lying about Monica, because Monica told Claire (as well as a bunch of other people, including people that I've never met) that I had no reason to actually dislike Beru & was... idk, jealous?

Monica's story became "Sean consented to me dating Beru & then changed his mind," which is also what she tried to tell the couples counselor we visited.

Not long after this whole mess began, Monica & I both started HRT. Yes, she'll probably accuse me of outing her, no, I don't give a shit- it's relevant to how she abused me. You see, Monica didn't like condoms, and since HRT had prooobably made us both at least temporarily infertile, she didn't see why she should wear one for PIV with me. I was not comfortable with this, but after she started arguing with my objections, I gave up fighting; I was afraid of "picking a fight" by explaining just how uncomfortable I was, not just from the pregnancy-risk induced dysphoria, but because she wanted to have unprotected sex after cheating on me. This happened twice before I basically started ignoring her requests for PIV & exclusively going down on her instead.

Of course, she had to ruin that, too. One day in either late September or early October 2019 (I am Extremely Bad At Dates, but I can narrow it down to like a 10-day window based on the light from outside & other details I remember a lot better than specific dates) Monica came home from Beru's earlier than usual & begged me to go down on her. I can't remember if she actually said the words "right now" when she asked, but she hadn't even finished taking off her shoes when she yelled "Seaaan, I really want you to go down on me" across the house. I remember thinking a couple of things in particular:

"I guess this must be an effect of progesterone that took a few months to kick in?" and

"Liz isn't just at work, she's on a trip, so there's no chance we'll be interrupted by her getting home early."

When I actually started, though, I was kinda confused at first. She tasted strange, and the texture of the fluids was off. Again, I thought it must be the changes to her body chemistry... until I'd consumed enough of the vaginal fluid coating her dick to actually taste HER and realize that what I was tasting before probably came from Beru.

The worst part is, I felt like I was obligated to get her off before I confronted her to confirm what I tasted. So I did. And then I confronted her about whether she'd had bareback PIV with Beru before getting me to go down on her, & she confirmed it. And I felt bad about upsetting her by confronting her, & blamed myself.

& this continued. Every 3rd night, she spent the night at Beru's. It became impossible to schedule around her on those days- when she was leaving, when she'd be back. I'd spend hours on the days she was coming home caught in a limbo because of my inability to actually set a schedule. Monica became even crueler & more distant.

It finally came to a head when I tried to kill myself twice in 4 days in June, at which point she was switching meds and cycling through (equally cruel) manic and depressive states. Both of my suicide attempts this year were motivated entirely by my desire to avoid or cease inconveniencing Monica and Beru. The first attempt was opportunistic & unplanned- around 3 am I realized I was bleeding internally, thought it was a potentially fatal rupture... and decided to try to go to sleep instead of contacting Monica for help. I finally gave in and sent her a message saying I needed to go to the hospital around 6pm the next day.

The second time, I wrote a pseudo-will, calculated dosages, & decided to gamble on whether Liz would brave the awkwardness of actually saying something to me when she got home or just hide in her room & ignore the world. Fortunately for me, she acknowledged me when she got home, so I asked her to hide the painkillers.

That's the night I dumped Monica. Since I broke up with her, she played games for like 2 months about getting her stuff from my garage, continued accused me of sending her to the psych ward (she was on her way there well before my attempts- burning thru half an oz of weed a week & dabbling in shit like GHB while underplaying the fact that her new meds didn't play well with weed was her call, & she made it pretty clear that my concerns weren't really worth paying attention to), and sent the cops to my home on a false "wellness check" in retaliation for rescinding a 5 star review of her workplace & pointing out that using the place where you work *with kids* to meet up with the person you're cheating with isn't cool.

Now, I end up seeing her every time I let my guard down traveling thru downtown Abbotsford, which is a problem, because guess what part of town my house is in? 🙃

TL;DR: Monica Phillips of Abbotsford BC is a rapist who emotionally and sexually abused an autistic trans person over the course of two years. Her partner Beru Bell initiated & participated in parts of the abuse, and repeatedly used their autism dx as an excuse to violate other people's boundaries.

#abbotsford #fraser valley #ufv #university of the fraser valley #long post

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