henry creel x reader

A Match Made in Lab

show: Stranger Things (season iv spoilers)

pairing: 002!reader x Henry Creel/Vecna/001

summary: when you and Henry escape on the 4th of July and things happen to be a bit… romantic.

a/northward: mayhap this isn't as smut as you expected, lamentable, but it is what I tin can practise as I am a very shy person (I swear!); for those of y'all who are asking for this fic part 2 stay tuned because information technology'south coming!

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Y'all were friends. After all, there wasn't much choice for a friendship when yous grew up in a lab with only a boy your age and a bunch of scientists. Yes, yes, they hid your existence and gave your number to somebody else, simply they did that subsequently because in 1964 Henry Creel was number 001 and y'all, [y/northward] [y/l/n], were number 002, the only subjects in Hawkins National Laboratory.

"Then," he whispered when y'all 2 were together doing some recreational activities in the room that later on would be painted and called "the rainbow room". "I have a plan."

You lot looked effectually, merely the guards were besides far, close to the doors and the cameras weren't able to catch audio back then.

"Tell me more."

He smiled beautifully. His hair was growing dorsum once again, slower than yours because they kept trying to shave him every month. Simply you, after iv years of tests and buzzcuts, they decided to allow you some growth, at least to the shoulders. Henry had heard some of the female person scientists claiming for you, something about "assuasive a girl her femininity".

At that place was no demand for femininity in the lab, yous thought but there was no use in saying it.

"I think we can… through the vents," he said, explaining a program you two had been trying to achieve from the moment you lot realized y'all were allies and not enemies. The give-and-take he was non saying was "escape" considering if anyone there heard it, you and Henry would be expressionless.

And so he kept the explanation going, but he only used chess metaphors, for information technology would be easier to hide the truth.

The side by side mean solar day, you went on as normal, being the perfect children for the doctors. The secret was that at midnight, when security was reduced and the scientists were abode, you 2 would be escaping through a cloak-and-dagger passageway Henry had found.

There were flaws to the plan of form. A security guard could not cease you — they were there for the outsiders mostly — but a belatedly-dark doctor could if they were fast plenty to encounter yous 2. Besides, someone would enter your rooms at one a.m. and the warning would be sounded. And so, you two had to exist fast all of the fourth dimension. And the powers needed to exist on point because they were your only weapon.

But all your worries didn't matter. Once Henry's hands were property yours, zilch could stop you and soon you were out. Out.

In the night, certain, but still out.

"We did information technology," you whispered, for you were even so agape.

Henry looked at you lot, focusing on your eyes and you felt your hand being squeezed.

Merely at that place wasn't much time for nice touches. He said he had used his mind powers to map out the territory, merely he wasn't very bright at it, not as good as you, so it took you some time to grasp the reality surrounding and observe the best style to civilisation.

"There," he said, pointing at a gas station. "We'll need to get some clothes if nosotros want to caput to boondocks."

You agreed with him. The store had only one worker, then information technology was like shooting fish in a barrel to knock him out and get what you two wanted. Henry found himself a white t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants while you got a black white-dotted dress only tight enough.

One time you had finished changing, you handed Henry your gown which he burned, then it could exist left with no proof.

"The dress looks overnice on yous," he said, looking you up and down. Yous felt your cheeks turn reddish. Information technology was a weird feeling.

You lot had read about it, before the lab and even when in the lab. They allowed you some books, non any title — information technology had to be approved and "appropriate" — and non all simply about of the readings mentioned love. In autobiographies, the scientists would always happily ally a pretty lady and in the fictional ones, the protagonists always had a romantic interest. It was love, they called it. Magical, unique and cute.

But when stuck at the lab it never felt like that could happen to you. Of course, Henry was there, and he cheered you upward but enough to survive, but the place wasn't a romantic i. Besides, y'all feared he did not know what dear was. He always mocked your readings and had no interest in them, and he lived in the outside world even less than y'all had. He got in the lab in 1959 and you in 1960.

He reached for your mitt equally you made your manner out of the gas station and headed to Hawkins. It was a long walk only you two managed because of adrenaline, excitement and the gamble to have real unsupervised conversations.

"Wait," y'all said, "the city looks bright for midnight."

Henry looked straight ahead, seeing the town that of a sudden appeared and it indeed looked rather lighter.

"Perhaps today is a festival?"

Your question remained unanswered until yous two reached downtown, where the party was loud and full. You fifty-fifty felt undressed compared to all the men and women, fancily dressed.

"Fourth of July," pointed out Henry, answering your question as he looked at the large flag beingness waved by a white homo of big bones.

You knew when y'all were younger your parents used to celebrate it, but there was no memory of the happiness you were seeing (and suddenly feeling besides) around.

"Come on," he tightened his grasp in your left hand, "permit's get some hotdogs before they stop selling them."

"Henry," you couldn't help but grin. "Nosotros have no coin."

"No, just we accept you," he smiled likewise. "And who's best at implementing memories in people'due south minds?"

Again, your cheeks reddened.

"I mean, information technology'southward not like I have competition," you said, jokingly for he had been practising the arts of the mind as well only he was not half as adept as you.

He pretended to exist offended but laughed it off.

The dark was like that: funny and silly moments of you two, while you watched the whole of Hawkins celebrations and sooner than you'd like, people were going back to their homes and about of the lights were out.

"We should go out of here at present," Henry said, getting up from the sidewalk where yous two were sitting. "The lights are out and now we're easily found."

You stared downwards at your anxiety. You were so tired. After putting the guards to sleep and having to exercise so much walking, your legs injure and and then did your listen. Y'all looked up again, dorsum at Henry, with pity optics.

"Tin can't we find a place to stay? For the night?"

He wasn't gonna say yes. It was dangerous and reckless. At that hour of about dawn, the alarm was probably already on and people probably were hunting them down, he was sure. But he understood her betoken and he only wanted to brand her happy.

Henry knew he didn't deserve to go out of the lab and he was fine staying there, merely you didn't deserve it. You lot didn't deserve the life of a rat.

"Ok," he sighed. "Simply it has to be a quick sleep. Four hours elevation."

You lot agreed with a nod and grabbed his hand. Y'all knew he would discover a place for yous to stay so you lot but permit him exercise the chore. He liked to employ his powers, fashion more than you.

When the place was found, both of you had to settle down on a bed made of cardboard and some torn cloth, as it was the only thing available in the back of a practically abandoned factory.

You lot turned from side to side, unable to close your eyes. Even if the discomfort was great, it wasn't the lack of a pillow that kept you awake.

It was him.

Henry was your best and only friend, then you guys used to hang out in the lab together, simply everything looked different exterior of it. There, on the cardboard bed, he was no longer 001 and you were no longer 002. Somehow, the dynamic seemed to be that of a boy and a girl, and at least your hormones seemed to exist in full bloom.

You turned effectually to confront him. Even though his optics were closed, you knew he wasn't sleeping. His back was confronting the weathered wall of the factory, and he was leaning his caput forward. He looked similar he was sleeping, just you lot were smarter than that.

"Henry?" you whispered.

He opened his eyes in your direction.

"Sleep, [y/n]."

Y'all pressed your lips together and didn't answer. But you didn't sleep either.

"Just say information technology," he said, sighing. "Say what you want to say, [y/n]."

"It'southward really something I wanna do," you said, getting your support from the floor. "I saw a couple doing it and… and I wanted to test it."

"Information technology's not dancing, is it? I'one thousand not going to dance right now," Henry said, in a serious tone, but you knew he was joking.

You looked at him through your eyebrows, a look of compassion, merely also of seduction, or at least, that's how you felt when you faced him before doing what you wanted and feared.

Henry swallowed hard. Nil in his body indicated that he knew what you lot were almost to do—after all, he didn't open his arms to await for you—but perhaps something natural and instinctive asked him to stay alarm. He looked at you, his brows furrowed and his lips slightly parted.

You took a deep jiff before pushing yourself forward and touching your lips to his. You've never done this before, and perhaps y'all both never would've if you hadn't escaped the lab.

It was just a castor of lips, an invitation. Then you pulled away, lowering your gaze to your lap. In yourself, a feeling of accomplishment just also of shame. What if he didn't want that? What if information technology had been horrible for him?

"I don't…" you started to say, but you didn't accept the chance to finish, because Henry'south lips had come back to meet yours; this time with more passion, more desire and more strength.

He was pressing all of him against you, and from then on everything seemed to happen driven by animalism and instinct. You didn't really know what you were doing, every bit it was both his and your get-go time and yous didn't have access to much of that content.

It certainly shouldn't wait pretty to an outsider, just information technology was incredible to Henry, who felt a tightening of pleasure from his lips to his legs, almost electrifying. It's better than good, you thought, as he nibbled on your lip, forcing you to open them. His natural language slowly entered your mouth, searching for your own tongue.

Needing some back up, your easily reached for the back of Henry'south neck, and stayed at that place, as your fingers tangled in his blond hair, which grew soft.

Both of your breaths were heavy and you both needed a few seconds apart to recover. Somehow, fifty-fifty though yous were exasperated, yous weren't tired — on the contrary, you were awake; your whole torso and pilus were.

The kisses and caresses continued, and you tested a osculation on each other's neck, a cuddle beyond the curve of the waist. It was no longer cold, and suddenly yous were overcome past the need to remove your clothes. The little skin that was in contact was insufficient for the size of the want yous both felt. You merely knew you needed more than.

"I need y'all to kiss me," you told him breathlessly.

He smiled, pulling away from the cheat of her neck. "I'grand kissing you," he said.

"Yep, just…" yous sighed, mortified. "I need you to kiss me somewhere else."

Henry looked upward to come across his, and he frowned.

"A bit… lower," you cleared your throat.

He smirked and obeyed, lowering his lips to your cleavage and after a few sighs of yours, he lowered fifty-fifty more. Just he didn't cease at your belly. Oh, no. Now that the wearing apparel was gone, he kissed you lot in a secret identify, 1 that but the female doctors (and yourself) had seen before.

Information technology just felt natural.

Your hand reached for his fellow member, a office of him that your anatomy lessons at the lab were not plenty to teach yous the power it had. It was different from the few things they shared. Information technology was hard and big, and well, very interesting to wait at. Y'all simply wanted to bear on and when you did it, Henry let out a groan.

"What are you doing?" he asked, merely there was no anger in his voice. He seemed to exist hanging by a thread.

"I'm touching you," you answered, biting your lip.

"You don't accept to just considering I'1000 kissing y'all," he said.

Oh, you thought; possibly he did know more about "this" than you. Had he been reading different books? Were the scientists didactics him different things they were instruction you just because he was a boy?

Or had he learned that with his male parent, back when he was just 11 and a good family boy?

"I want to," you said, hardening your grasp on his member.

He gulped. "Okay," he let out, earlier closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

Yous didn't practise much, for you didn't know how to do much.

At some point, you felt very open, both bodily and mentally, and so you but asked him, "Henry? There'southward more than this, isn't there?"

He stared at you. "Yes."

Yous liked him because he never lied to you lot.

"Can yous evidence me?"

"I've never done it before," he said. "I haven't even kissed anyone before. You are my get-go, [y/n], you know that, right?"

You nodded.

"I can do it, merely information technology might hurt you. It was what I learned in bio class anyway."

You tilted your head. "So we had separated lessons."

He smiled, with pity. he knew you liked to learn. "They said they weren't classes for the ladies."

Yous rolled your eyes, jokingly, and he giggled, hiding his face at the cheat of your neck. You passed your hands through his pilus.

"Now?" you suggested, in a whisper filled with desire.

His hands were everywhere, his fingers on your skin, his leg nudging its way between yours. He was pulling you closer, rolling yous on height of him as he slid onto his back. His hands were on your bottom, drawing you and then tightly against him that the proof of his desire burned itself into your skin. You lot gasped at the intimacy of it all, just you lot couldn't practise much because his lips were back kissing yours.

His oral cavity moved to your ear, then to your throat, and you arched beneath him every bit if you could somehow curve your torso closer to his. There wasn't a manual available, so you were kind of lost in what to exercise, but at that place was no way you could have remained motionless, no way you could have stopped your legs from wrapping around his. Whatever this was, building within of y'all —this tension, this desire—information technology needed release, and yous were starting to grow impatient for the moment. You wondered if information technology was the same for Henry.

He pushed frontward, just an inch or so, just it felt like you lot were swallowing him whole. Henry'south hips began to move, unable to remain notwithstanding when he was and then obviously nigh to a climax. Yous looked like an angel beneath him, and every fourth dimension you grasped and gasped, he felt closer to sky, even if he did not deserve it. He finally let himself get and gave in to the overwhelming desire surging through his blood.

"Y'all are cute, [y/n]," he whispered every bit if only and so he recalled he could speak.

Yous smiled.

And and so information technology came. A sound from your lips, sweeter than anything e'er to touch on his ears. You cried out his name every bit your entire torso tensed in pleasure, and he came right later, for you 2 were such a match that it didn't even need to exist rehearsed.

"It didn't hurt," y'all said, suddenly overwhelmed. "It was good."

He smiled.

"It was skilful for me likewise."

For a infinitesimal there was silence, and neither of you spoke, for your chests were rising and falling besides fast, and the elation of being in each other's arms was plenty.

You didn't fifty-fifty realise when yous roughshod asleep until you lot woke upwardly.

You were in his artillery, only it was easy to get upwardly. Your heart raced as it realised what was happening. In that location were lights everywhere, and even though there was nobody over you, you felt like y'all were surrounded.

"Henry," yous nudged him. "Henry, wake up."

Only he didn't hear you.

"Henry, wake upwardly!"

You pushed him.

"Come up on, Henry now's non the time."

When yous heard sounds — people, probably your doctors coming closer — yous decided to apply your powers on his mind, to see if you could wake him up from his subconscious.

"Wake up, Henry, please," you prayed, but at that place was no reply. He wasn't dead, you could feel his heart and breath, merely for some reason, he could not wake up. Had he been using his powers to cover you two before he fell asleep? That could explain his tiredness and inability to wake.

Deciding he wasn't gonna wake upward, you tried to get him upwardly with your own strength, but you were never much strong. Neither of yous was. Y'all tried, oh, God, you tried, but he didn't wake and he didn't move.

You grasped your dress. It was too late to come with a plan. You could hear Dr Brenner loud and clear. if yous escaped alone, perhaps you could go far."I love you, Henry," y'all whispered in his heed and and so you left, running for your life and your freedom.

Source: https://jamilelucato.tumblr.com/post/686610422206464000/smut-henry-creel-please