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retrospacejelly · 4 months ago

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Henry Creel x Fem! Reader: Where the reader is Jonathan Byers twin and will sister and Henry takes a very strong liking to her. Like if he was still human/not all burned up?

Hi there, of course! I hope you enjoy the read! <3

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Henry Creel x FemByers!Reader

Summary: Y/N Byers, her mom, Joyce, and Hopper sneak into Hawkins Lab to look for, and hopefully find Will. However, when Y/N separates from Jim and Joyce, she meets an odd character.

Not proofread

Warnings: Yandere Henry Creel, allusions of murder, dreams of world domination, the usual with Vecna.

PLEASE READ! So, this fic doesn’t follow the exact plotline. And thank you so much for @edb954 for making the request and for helping me with the plot!

Part: 1/?

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The stuffy closet felt like it was closing in on Y/N as she pressed her back against the wall. Then running footsteps of the Hawkins Lab guards echoed throughout the hallway, slowly getting softer.

Well, so much for sticking together. She thought to herself, praying that her mom and Hopper weren’t in the same predicament as her.

They were supposed to stick together to look for Will. But no, one guard noticed them and they had to split off.

Y/N pressed her ear to the door, sighing when she heard silence. She slowly opened the door, peeking her head out and scanning her surroundings. Stepping out, the Byers sister crept toward the end of the hall, listening for anyone else approaching.

Seeing that the coast is clear, she makes a run for it, hoping to find Hopper and her mom.

“Umph!” she stumbles back, bracing herself for the hard floor.

She opens her eyes. Where was the floor? Looking up, she gasps as she sees a blonde man staring back at her. He has a smile on his face, and somehow it’s unsettling.

His arms are wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her steady. Y/N quickly scrambles out of his grasp.

“I…” she starts.

“You seem lost.” The man says, studying her.

All she can do is nod dumbly, frozen in place. Oh, was she in for it now? He isn’t dressed like a guard. Maybe he was a higher-up? The all-white outfit suggests it.

What would he do to her? Is he going to torture her? Kill her? What if he thinks she’s some spy?!

He chuckles at her stunned silence. He can’t help but find her adorable.

“Are you meeting someone here, miss?” he asks, his arms now folded behind him.

No, she can’t tell him the truth. But boy is she tempted to. The man is alluring, his gaze pulling her in.

She takes a breath, standing taller. He doesn’t seem to be armed. Good, she has a taser in her jacket pocket if he tries anything.

“I’m looking for my younger brother. He went missing, and I have reason to believe he’s here.” she confesses.

He hums and nods, taking in her words.

“Why on earth would you think he’s here?”

“When we organized a search party, I went out on my own.” A lie. “I found his jacket by a hole in the fence surrounding the lab.” Another lie. “I figured he somehow made his way here and is being held hostage for some freaky experiment.” Not a complete lie.

Henry nods again. “I can help you look for him.”

What?

“What?” Y/N asks, not sure if she’s heard him correctly.

“I’ll help you look for your brother, Miss. He must be scared. All alone in a big place like this. If he’s even here.” he continues.

He supposes it will give him more time with her. To…figure her out.

“Why…?” Y/N asks, uncertainty lacing her tone.

He shrugs. “I may work here, but it doesn’t mean I’m fond of this place. The man in charge of this lab takes security very seriously. Even if your brother is young, he wouldn’t hesitate to rid of him.”

Y/N can’t help but gasp at his words. Now she’s hoping that Will isn’t here.

He suddenly motions her to follow him, leading the woman through the maze of halls.

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Somewhere in the upsidedown…

Henry sensed someone in the underground. A child. And the child was scared. He kept calling out to different people.

“Mom…?! Jonathan, Y/N…?!” the boys shouted, curling in on himself.

“Will?! Will!” another voice shouts, catching Henry’s attention.

The boy perked up, looking around frantically.

“Y/N! Y/N, I hear you! Where are you?!” he shouts, starting to cry.

“Will, oh my god! Will, we’re going to save you!” This Y/N person shouted, sounding like she had been crying herself.

He was intrigued. Who was this, Y/N person?

It didn’t take long for Henry to find out who she was. Will’s older sister, and a college student at Hawkins Community College. And she was…beautiful.

Henry knew right then, that he was going to have her. No matter what.

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“Where are we going?” Y/N asks, trying to keep up with his pace.

He’s silent for a moment, before speaking up. “There is a place called the Rainbow Room. It used to be a place where test subjects had their free time. It’s very appealing to a young child. I suspect he could’ve hidden somewhere in that room.”

She covers her mouth in shock. “So they do experiment on children!”. Y/N can’t help but tear up, praying that Will hasn’t been caught.

Noticing her frightened behavior, Henry places a hand on her shoulder. “It will be okay, Miss. We will find your brother.” he reassures her, smiling when she calms down.

“Thank you,” she mumbles quietly. “I never got your name…” she says as she looks up at him.

“Peter, Ballard.” He answers. “And your name, Miss?” he asks, as if he didn’t already know. “Y/N Byers. It’s nice to meet you, Peter.”.

“Likewise, Miss Y/N.” He replies, stopping in front of the Rainbow Room. Henry opens the door, a twisted smile making its way onto his face as flashbacks of the massacre run through his mind.

“What…happened here…?” Y/N asks eyes widened at the dried blood painting the walls.

Henry frowns. “A tragedy in the ‘70s. One of the orderlies, Henry, who was in charge of the children had gone mad, killing them in cold blood.”

“That’s horrible…” She says, the hairs on her neck standing on end.

They look around for Will, more so Y/N than Henry. He knew it would be useless, anyway. As she looked around, he thought to himself.

Y/N didn’t seem like she would go down without a fight, but maybe if he struck up a deal with her…

“He’s not here,” Y/N says dejectedly, running a hand through her hair. “Where could he be?!” she exclaims to herself, pacing back and forth.

Henry coughs quietly, getting her attention. “Let’s keep looking, surely he’s here somewhere,” he suggests, already leaving the Rainbow Room.

Y/N quickly follows suit, trying to forget about the eerie room. She almost bumps into Henry’s back, when he comes to a stop. He quickly guides her into another closet, shutting the door with a soft, ‘click’.

She looks at him, confused. Henry glances at her, putting a finger to his lips. Only now does she realize their proximity to one another. She can’t help but blush, practically pressed against his chest.

Her brow furrows. He seemed cold, and on top of that, his heart was beating so slow she was surprised at the amount of energy he had. And that he was alive in general.

Before she could ask any questions, he leaves the room, pulling her with him. He presses his front to her back, not letting her turn around. The turn out of the hall, and unbeknownst to Y/N, left behind the bodies of two guards.

Henry stops again at another door, turning to Y/N.

“Close your eyes, Miss Y/N” he requests.

“Why-” “Just do so, please,” he says sternly, turning back to face the door.

Once checking that her eyes are closed, he cracks open the door, making quick work of the scientists and guards inside.

He takes Y/N’s hand, still making sure her eyes remain shut.

When he tells her to open them, she is met with a rotting flesh-looking mass. There’s a glow coming from the opening. The only thing separating it from her is a glass wall.

“What..the hell is that?!” she shrieks, reaching out for Henry’s arm. He smiles at the contact.

“This, Y/N, is a portal to another dimension,” he tells her, holding her arms gently.

“Is Will in there?”

Her question goes unanswered. “Just keep looking at the portal, Y/N,” he says, his head now next to hers, his voice a low whisper.

She does as told when suddenly, her surroundings change. She gasps. It looks just like the room she and Henry are in….but….abandoned. Dark.

Y/N looks behind her, and Henry is gone.

“Peter?!” she shouts, hoping for a response. Going against her better judgment, she starts walking around, stepping over thick vines.

The scene changes again, and suddenly she is in a forest, silence enveloping her.

“Peter?!” she shouts again, frantically looking all around her. Y/N hears a rustling in the bushes and turns her head to the sound.

“Who’s there…?” she shakily asks.

“Y/N…”

A voice says, making her jump.

“Peter!” she exclaims, recognizing the voice. “What is this place? Is Will here?” she asks into the air, still looking around.

“He is, Y/N. This is The Underground,” he answers.

“He’s here!” she exclaims “Where…exactly?”

“I’m right here, Y/N,” Comes Will’s voice from behind her, making the woman quickly turn to face him.

She runs to Will, hugging him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder.

“Oh, Will! God, I thought I lost you forever, Will!” she says, not wanting to let go. Despite her relief, she feels that something is off. Will hasn’t hugged her back.

Pulling away, she sees the terrified expression on his face. He’s focused on something behind her, and she freezes as well.

Y/N slowly turns to look at what Will is staring at, gasping at the sight.

Standing on all fours is a hairless-looking beast. Its mouth slowly opens up to reveal rows and rows of sharp teeth. Y/N quickly stands in front of Will protectively.

Something shoves her out of the way, and the beast lunges for Will.

“No!” Y/N shrieks in horror, trying to run to Will, but tripping over a vine. As she tries to stand, the vine wraps around her ankle, and another comes out of the ground to wrap around her middle.

“Wh-What’s going on?! Will!” She continues to holler but stops when she sees nothing in front of her.

“You’ve seen what happens to your brother if he stays here, Y/N.” Henry suddenly says, stepping from his spot behind a tree.

“Peter! Peter, what’s happening? Where’s Will?!” she’s crying now, trying to break free of the vines.

He quickly shoes her, kneeling in front of her restrained form. “Don’t cry, my dear. Will is perfectly fine. Or, he will be once you agree to my terms.”

Her eyes widen. “What?” she says quietly, the color draining from her face.

“Oh dear, you still don’t understand. That’s okay,” he gently caresses her cheek.

“I can bring Will back to your dimension if you become my eternal bride in this one,” he states, giving her an unsettling smile.

“You’re sick, Peter.” she snaps, hatred seeping its way into her veins.

“Now, Now,” he tuts, “That’s not my real name, Darling.”

Her heart drops.

“Henry…?” she lets out, her voice only a whisper.

He nods, “Correct, Darling! Just think, we can make this world our own, I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. We can enslave your dimension, and rule over it. Or of course, I leave Will here to die, and make you live with the weight of your brother’s death until you too perish.”.

Y/N stays silent, her tears now dried up. Her decision was made.

“I will stay here with you. But you have to bring Will back to our dimension.” She says, glaring at Henry.

“You have my word, Darling.”

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Oh my goodness he is just so UGH!

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jokeringcutio · 1 year ago

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Halloween Refuge – Henry Creel x Reader (Contains Smut)

AN: Follow me for more Halloween Reader Inserts. More stories will follow this month.

Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing: Henry Creel (001) x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s Halloween when a young, wounded man appears at your door. How can you refuse him.. anything?

Warnings: Explicit Sexual content, mention of blood, orderly Henry Creel.

Halloween Refuge

The flickering glow of the television bathed the dimly lit room, casting eerie shadows on the walls as you snuggled under your favorite soft blanket. The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the air, a warm contrast to the chilly Halloween night. You sipped your hot cocoa, letting it warm you from the inside out while classic horror films played in the background.

"Trick or treat!" you heard from outside your door, and you paused the movie, setting down your drink before grabbing a handful of candy. Opening the door with a smile, you greeted the group of costumed children who shrieked with delight at the sight of the sweets being dropped into their bags. Their giggles echoed through the crisp autumn air as they scurried away, leaving you to retreat back into your cozy sanctuary.

You had just settled back onto the couch when the doorbell rang again. A small sigh escaped your lips – another interruption. But it's Halloween, you reminded yourself. With a quick stretch, you stood and headed for the door. As it swung open, you were met by an unexpected sight. A tall young man stood in front of you, his clothes a bright white in the light of the candles and lanterns. Blonde hair glistened like gold in that very same light, and pale blue eyes settled pleadingly upon you. He looked lost and vulnerable.

"Can I help you?" you asked cautiously, eyes drawn to the splatters of blood staining the once pristine fabric. For a moment, you thought it was just an elaborate Halloween costume, but something in his pale blue eyes told you otherwise.

"Please," he breathed out, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need shelter."

Shelter from what, you wondered. Who was he running away from?

Pity welled up inside you, and despite the nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right, you stepped aside, allowing him into your home. He looked so helpless, so broken; you couldn't just turn him away.

"Thank you," he murmured, stepping inside and glancing around the room with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Are you hurt?" you asked, your concern growing as you studied his bloodied attire. "Do you need me to call someone?"

"No," he replied quickly, a hint of panic in his voice. "I just... I need to rest."

"All right," you agreed, though still uneasy. The blood on his clothes indicated that something serious had happened, possibly something bad. But you also knew that not everyone who got into a fight wanted to have the police involved.

You led him to the couch, gesturing for him to sit down. As he did so, you couldn't help but take in his features: high cheekbones, luscious blonde hair that fell past his ears, and those captivating pale blue eyes that seemed to hold an untold story.

"Is there anything I can get you?" you inquired, watching him carefully.

"Water would be nice," he answered, attempting a weak smile.

"Of course," you said, heading to the kitchen. As you filled a glass with water, your mind raced with questions and concerns. Who was this man, and what had led him to your doorstep?

Did it matter? You returned to his side to find him sitting in the same position you had left him in. His eyes rested calmly upon you and a small grateful smile curled the corner of his lips. He seemed harmless. Despite being taller than you and quite possibly being capable of overpowering you, even when wounded, you didn’t think he would try and harm you. There was just a very kind vibe about him, something that made you feel you could trust him and want to be near him.

And so you sat down on the couch next to him, leaving a safe distance between you two, and watched him sip the water, your heart pounding in your chest. His left ear seemed to be bleeding and there definitely was a gash on his head. A million questions swam through your head, but you hesitated to ask any of them.

"Are you sure I shouldn't call 911?" you asked gently. "I don't want you to be in pain."

He shook his head, his pale blue eyes locking onto yours. "No, please don't. I just need some rest."

"All right," you murmured, not entirely convinced. "What's your name?"

"Henry," he replied, that weak smile returning to his lips.

“Henry,” you repeated his name, tasting it on your lips. A weird fuzzy feeling bubbled up inside the pit of your stomach, making your core feel hot and cold at the same time. “Well, Henry, it seems I’ll be letting you rest here for a little while. Is there anything I can get you before I let you rest?”

Henry’s blue eyes seemed to darken as he weakly reached out a hand to you. “Actually,” he murmured, “there is.”

Over the next hour, you made him as comfortable as possible, bringing him a warm blanket and some painkillers. Instead of retreating to your room, Henry engaged in a pleasant and gentle conversation with you, allowing you the time to stand up and hand candy to the kids whenever the doorbell rang. And each time you returned to his side he’d be waiting for you, a gentle smile on his lips.

The conversation flowed surprisingly easily between you, touching on everything from favorite films to childhood memories. You couldn't help but become entranced by the mysterious man who had appeared on your doorstep.

As the evening wore on, the air between you grew thick with unspoken desire. Henry, despite his injuries, managed to sit up and reach out to gently caress your cheek. Your breath hitched, your body responding to his touch. His fingers felt like warm silk against your skin, igniting a fire within you.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered, his voice soft as velvet.

"Yes," you breathed, leaning in to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was tender, yet hungry, fueling the growing need inside you.

You felt his hands on your sweater, slowly lifting it off your body. You allowed him to undress you, feeling a thrill at being so exposed to someone you barely knew. But there was something about Henry that drew you in, a magnetic pull you couldn't resist.

As his own clothes joined yours on the floor, you marveled at the intimacy that had blossomed between you in such a short time. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by fate and undeniable attraction.

Your body, now bare before him, seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. Henry's pale blue eyes raked over you, admiration and desire clear in their depths. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down your spine.

"Careful," you whispered, pushing him back gently onto the couch, mindful of his injuries. "You need to rest."

He didn't protest as you straddled his lap, settling yourself against the heat of his body. You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his jawline, down his neck, savoring the taste of his skin beneath your lips. The moment was tender, romantic, filled with a connection that transcended the physical. You didn’t know attraction could be so strong, so magnetic. But all you knew was that you craved him, needed this, wanted this to happen.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice laced with vulnerability.

"Absolutely," you replied, your conviction evident. To show how determined you were, you slowly moved your hips over his, gently taking the tip of him in your tight heat. Henry’s eyes rolled back and a moan escaped his lips. With a moan of your own, you started to roll your hips against his, taking him in deeper and creating a slow, steady rhythm.

He liked it, you could tell, because when your eyes met you saw the spark of joy in his. Encouraged by the lust in his eyes, you became a little bolder, moving your hips a little higher, thrust down a little harder.

Your lips sought out his and captured them once more. He welcomed the kiss, even deepened it, while his hands reverently traced down your body, exploring each piece of unclad skin. His fingertips traced patterns with featherlight touches and at that moment you knew how it felt to be worshipped.

Once the kiss broke in favor of catching your breath, Henry’s head dipped and his lips sought lower down your chest until they brushed lightly past your nipples. With a gasp - from your lips – he sucked one of them between his lips, hollowing his cheeks as he started to pleasure you. Your thrusts became erratic as your walls pulsed around him with each suck. What was he doing to you? This was absolute bliss. Throwing your head back, you rode him as deep and as passionate as your body allowed you.

It was perfect. All of him was perfect. Until-

Henry’s hands gripped your hips, guiding you down his shaft with a rough thrust that made you open your eyes in shock. You’d lost control. He took the lead now. You knew it the moment he started to guide you harshly up and down his cock, sinful wet sounds accompanying the action. His initial thrusts were harsh, almost painful, but you bit back any complaints. This was what you wanted. He must be close, you reasoned. And so your lips parted in a silent gasp.

His fingers dug into your hips in an almost painful grip, certain to leave marks. You tried to move your hips away and alleviate the pain, but Henry wouldn’t let you. And when you glanced down at him to tell him to be gentler, you saw the way his eyes had rolled back in pleasure and how he had gritted his teeth.

You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t want anything else but to see him like this. Lost in absolute pleasure.

He struck too deep for comfort, his cockhead battering your cervix with a passion that was unparalleled to anything you’d ever felt before in your entire life. Low groans tumbled from his lips as he forced your hips to move and take him in deep and deeper, until the battering made you gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he hit a delicious spot deep inside that made your toes curl and your eyes close in ecstasy.

Liquid gushed forth, slipping down his cock and slickening your core, allowing sopping wet sounds to reach your ears with each and every thrust. His grip had become possessive, almost aggressive, as if he sought to claim you entirely. He hit that spot inside of you again and again. It made you gasp, your orgasm building like a tidal wave.

"Please...," you managed to choke out between moans, unable to articulate more than that single word. Your hands clawed at him and pulled him closer. More, your mind repeated. More, more, more.

So close, so very close.

Henry didn't relent, didn't pause to ask if you were okay. Instead, he continued to pump into you, even as your walls clamped down tightly, even as his thrusts became erratic, even as you felt your orgasm wash over you. And then it was done.

He came, filling you with his essence while his hands held you firmly in place, keeping you from squirming away. A part of you screamed in protest, wanting to push him away, to reclaim your autonomy. But another part of you – perhaps the darker, more primal side – reveled in the intensity, the rawness of it all. And so you swallowed your complaints, allowed yourself to be overwhelmed by the pleasure and the pain.

Henry moved again, deep but slow thrusts, his cockhead pushing against your womb’s entrance as if he wanted to get in. It felt good. Even as both of you seemed to come down from your bliss, it felt good to have him rocking gently into you, so deep that it felt as if your bodies could melt and become one.

Finally, as your body relaxed again, leaving you breathless and shaking, Henry's body stilled. He held you close, his breath hot against your neck, his heart pounding in time with yours.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice gentle once more, concern lacing his words.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Yes," you whispered, though you couldn't quite shake the lingering doubts that clung to the edges of your mind. “Yes, I’m fine,” you assured him, slowly sitting up and flashing a careful smile.

Henry’s concerned eyes met yours, but upon seeing your smile, he mirrored it with one of his own. He hugged you against him and placed a kiss on the top of your head, all the gentleman once more. You blinked at his tenderness, at his need for comfort and touch. Had he truly been so rough with you only moments before? Had that side of him been real, or had it just been your imagination?

He slipped out of you and a wet, sticky glob ran down your legs. He paid no attention to it, so neither did you. Instead, you decided to keep your eyes focused on him, to see him smile his gentle smile.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing a tender path along your arm.

"Y-yeah," you replied hesitantly, still trying to reconcile the two very different sides of him.

With lingering touches and soft smiles, you both began to get dressed. It was weird how natural it felt to touch Henry, or to have his hands on you. Small talk flowed between the two of you and your laughter filled the room as you shared stories and jokes, trying to reclaim the sweet intimacy you had felt before.

"Stay here tonight?" you offered when your clothes were back on, gesturing towards the couch. "It's late, and I don't want you wandering around injured."

"Thank you," he said, the warmth in his voice melting your heart. "I would appreciate that."

"Let me make you some dinner too," you added, not wanting him to go hungry after everything he'd been through.

As you turned to head towards the kitchen, you caught Henry's gaze lingering on your stomach, an ominous look in his eyes. It was as if he knew you were worried about the consequences of your heated encounter. Shaking away those thoughts, you busied yourself with preparing a meal for the both of you. The evening turned into night, and you and Henry stayed close to each other until he sent you to sleep.

The next morning, you awoke in your own bed, your body feeling the aftermath of the previous night's activities. Stretching, you made your way to the living room. You frowned as you glanced at the empty couch.

Henry was gone.

You looked around the house, not quite believing the young man would have just left without a word like that, but no matter where you looked or how many times you called his name, he was gone.

What else had you expected, you berated yourself silently as you sat down on the couch. The seating was cold. Henry must have been gone a long while now.

With your head in your hands, you sat and contemplated what to do next. Forget him? Forget the entire encounter?

As if to distract you, you switched on the television. A sudden chill ran down your spine as the news popped on.

"Serial killer on the loose, last seen in the area..."

"...escaped from Hawkins lab where he was being held."

The reporter's words sent shockwaves through you. The description of the missing male matched Henry perfectly, right down to the bloodstained white suit.

Blood that wasn’t his own.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the haunting realization settling in. You had unknowingly invited a dangerous man into your home, and now he was out there, somewhere. And you couldn't help but feel an unsettling connection to him that refused to fade away.

~ Fin ~

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