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do you guys hate me for going on hiatus yet
btw you guys is someone is consistently posting 5k words a day for months and their writing is filled with emdashes it is more than likely ai and a lot of us need to be more mindful of the content we are consuming on here
it is not sustainable to consistently write that much every single day with a brand new idea for every single story and any fanfic writer can tell you how burnt out they would be even if they had nothing else to do.
Stuck in the Middle With You
pt.5
masterlist with previous parts here
pairing: Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit/Vecna/001/Peter Ballard x reader
cw: smut, like this part is so short because its just smut
word count: 1965
a/n: just needed to bust one of these chapters out so i had enough motivation to finish this.
When Henry returned that night, you were silent. He noticed this but said nothing about it, only deciding to let you know that Holly’s friends would be joining you. After learning so much about him from Max, you were hesitant to even interact with him, but for the sake of getting home, you held out.
“How was your day today?” Henry rarely asked this, and it took you off guard, but you quickly made up a lie.
“It was nice. Holly wanted to play with her new stereo, so I went out to garden while she did that and had some fun.” You weren’t necessarily lying, but knowing he would press, you continued. “She baked us a delicious cake and then came out to help me in the garden, after that, I came up here to read while she watched TV.”
“A slow day, huh?” Henry asked, removing his glasses. You nodded and turned back towards the vanity, brushing your hair as though you had nothing to hide. Silent thumps on the floor made you glance behind you in the mirror as he approached you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. He leaned down slowly and whispered in your ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”
You turned quickly to look at him, your noses brushing. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he straightened up and paced out of the room. Your heart raced, wondering what he could possibly be up to. When he returned to the room, he was holding something wrapped in tissue paper, tied up with a lovely white bow.
You adjusted yourself in your seat to face him, placing the vanity behind you. You had to admit, he looked handsome like this; his jacket and vest removed, his tie loosened and his glasses off, set on the dresser across the room. He smiled gently and placed the package in your lap, setting himself on the bed with his hands crossed as he watched you open it.
Your fingers trembled a little as you undid the bow. He would always do this when he got you a gift; he would position himself patiently across from you and not break his gaze from you, even once, as he watched you open it. On the days when he got you gifts and could not be there, he would always put them in the most obvious of places, demanding your attention.
The tissue paper was thin and tore a little as you pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor as you lifted what was inside. A lovely pastel nightgown, one that would surely go to your ankles and hug your curves, and under it, in the wrapping paper, was a matching dressing gown to go with it. Despite the raging anxiety, you couldn’t help but smile. It was lovely.
“It’s beautiful, Henry.” He stood and approached you, leaning down to kiss your cheek, his eyes softening a little as he looked at the smile on your face.
“I’m going to go check on Holly,” He started, straightening up and walking towards the door. “I hope you’ll be wearing that when I come back.”
..
Henry was only out of the room for a few minutes, but you had plenty of time to slip into the nightgown, feeling practically nude from how thin the silk was. You admired yourself in the mirror for a second, eyeing the way the fabric hugged your body. The sound of the knob turning caught your attention, and you turned to face the door.
Henry could hardly contain the smile when he saw you in it, feeling smug as he looked at you in something he had chosen. He approached you like he was stalking his prey. His hands reached for your waist immediately, pulling you flush against him as he looked down at you. “It’s like it was made for you.”
“I love it, Henry.” Your voice was low and quiet as you looked up at him, not missing the way he eyed your lips. Henry smiled, but felt no need to respond, instead leaning down and kissing you. His hand splayed across the small of your back, and you could feel his cock hardening through his pants.
The kiss deepened and he spun you around, walking you backwards into the bed. Your knees buckled as they hit the mattress, bringing you both tumbling into it. Henry hardly broke for air before going back to ravishing your sweet mouth, running his tongue on your lip to gain entrance.
You allowed him access and opened your mouth, letting your tongues dance as you began to fiddle with his belt, finding the buckle and slowly undoing it. His fingers danced up your sides, one hand even coming up and gripping your jaw, making sure to keep you in place.
The belt came loose and Henry quickly unbuttoned his pants, before loosening his tie and pulling it off so he could work the buttons on his shirt as well. You reached up to help, starting at the bottom of the shirt while he started at the top. When your fingers met in the middle and undid the last button, he pulled the shirt off, letting it fall on the floor behind him as he shoved his pants and boxers down. He quickly reached under your shoulders and lifted you off the bed to toss you further back on it, before crawling on top off you.
Henry’s mouth found your neck quickly, and began leaving open-mouthed kisses, starting from the junction of your shoulder and neck, all the way up to the lobe of your ear, where he left a harsh bite. You gasped, the pain making you squirm as his hands roamed your body. One hand slid all the way down to the bottom of the nightgown, slowly lifting it. You pushed your hips in the air so he could get it above your waist, before letting them fall back to the mattress.
His fingers found the waistband of your panties, making your hips raise again so he could yank them down and discard them over the edge of the bed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began toying with your clit, your breath haltering as you tried to keep quiet.
“Is-“ A cruel roll of his fingers made you gasp, interrupting your thought. “Is Holly-“
“She’s fast asleep.” Henry answered before you could finish your question, continuing his assault on your cunt. You let your head fall back into the pillow as he worked his fingers, focusing on keeping your breathing steady. You couldn’t help but moan, however, when he slipped two fingers inside, scissoring you open.
“You must have missed me so much, you’re so wet for me.” He bared his teeth with a cheeky smile, picking up the pace with his fingers. “I’ve missed you too, darling, but I need you to be quiet tonight, we don’t want poor Holly hearing you, do we?”
You shook your head no and pressed your lips together, trying desperately keep quiet. You let your hand fall from his back and slide down his waist, before slipping between his legs, taking his hardened length and massaging it. He let out a shaky breath and let his head fall back for a second, before grabbing your hand and pulling it away, removing his fingers and leaving you empty in the process.
You let out a frustrated moan but silenced yourself quickly when you caught the way he looked at you, warning you to be silent. He exhaled carefully, composing himself, before leaning down and grabbing your waist, making your bare cunt face him. He wasn’t down there for long however, coming right back up after spitting on it.
Goosebumps covered your skin as he came back up and kissed you as he took his cock in his hands, rubbing it up and down at your entrance before pushing it all the way in with one stroke. It was good that his mouth was on yours, because the moan you would have let out was downright sinful.
Henry didn’t start slowly or gently this time, setting a brutal pace instead. Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried not to make any noise. You bucked your hips up to match his thrusts. What you had learned about Henry today terrified you, but after so long in his mind, it had taken its effect on you. You couldn’t go one day without missing him, one day without praying he would come home early to provide you with the company you so needed. As bad as he truly was, he treated you exceptionally well.
You could sense he was struggling to stay quiet as well, a small rumble in his throat telling you that he was fighting his own urge to make noise. One of your hands came up to cup his cheek, guiding his face to yours so you could kiss him. Henry melted into it immediately, his brow furrowing as he focused on keeping his pace.
Henry pulled away quickly from the kiss and out of you, grabbing you by your hips and flipping you onto your stomach, pressing his hand into your back as he spread your legs, slipping into you again. His other hand came up and gripped your hair like a leash, pulling it back as his hips slammed into your ass. You wanted so desperately to bury your head into the pillow to muffle the noises you were eager to make but had to stay silent as he pounded into you from behind.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” He hissed through his teeth. “Always so eager to please, letting me have my way with you whenever. I look forward to coming home to you every single day, you know.”
You couldn’t respond, and because of his grip on your hair, you couldn’t even nod, but he knew you understood, you always did. Henry had this way with you that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it always left you yearning for more of him.
The only noises you made were the breaths coming out in staccatos. As much as he enjoyed hearing you, he loved seeing you struggle like this, knowing he was doing this to you.
His thrusts began to falter and slow a little as he struggled to keep going, but it didn’t go on for very long. Henry let go of your hair, letting your face land in the pillow, before bringing his body down against yours, his face in your neck as he panted. Henry bit down on your shoulder as he came, staying quiet as he rode out his high inside of you.
When he finally stilled, he stayed for a minute, catching his breath. His hands ran mindlessly up and down your sides, enjoying the feeling of the silk nightgown against your body. With a shaky exhale, he got up, pulling his now softening length from you as he stepped into the en suite bathroom to clean himself up. You pushed yourself up as well, deciding you needed a shower.
You two didn’t say much to one another as you entered the bathroom, focused more on cleaning yourselves than mindless conversation to fill the silence. There was never much need to warm the water up here, as it always came out the perfect temperature, so you turned on the shower and slithered out of the nightgown he had bought you and set it neatly on the counter. When you stepped in and let the hot water soak through your hair and run over your skin, you exhaled deeply. You had a very long day ahead of you tomorrow.
10k words and a little over halfway into a multi-part fic and the writers block hits what if that was the last straw
guys this is an ai-free zone. unlike the duffers, my terrible writing comes from my human brain. you can trust every plot hole and strange cadence in my writing comes from HUMAN error.
Stuck in the Middle With You
Pt.4
Pt.3 here, Pt.2 here, Pt.1 here
pairing: Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit/Vecna/001/Peter Ballard x reader
cw: more corny flashbacks, mentions of death
word count: 3145
A/N: i’ll admit, this is not going to be the best part. I really hate having to take from actual scenes in the show for the sake of plot and it leaves me feeling uninspired, but henry is still in this chapter, trust
The birds sang as you sat on a rock next to the stream with Holly and the girl, carefully cleaning the large scrape on Holly’s knee. Sunlight filtered through the trees creating a dreamy glow over the three of you, making the girl’s messy hair look as though it were on fire.
“I didn’t mean to scare you guys, I haven’t seen anyone in… a really long time, so..” The redhead glanced up, looking back and forth between you and Holly. “I guess I got excited.. The good news is, that doesn’t look that deep, not enough for stitches at least.”
“It probably stings though.” You murmured as you pulled the rag away from the angry red wound. There was a bit of silence, and you and Holly were definitely still a little on edge about trusting the girl. The redhead sighed a little and tilted herself to face Holly, trying to put her at ease.
“You can talk to me, you know. I won’t bite.” Holly still looked extremely nervous, so you put a comforting hand on her back. If this girl was dangerous, you wouldn’t let a thing happen to Holly. “You do remember me, right? I’ve been to your house, like, a lot.”
“You’re Max, Max Mayfield.” Holly started after a moment of thought. “You skateboard and never take off your Walkman.”
“That’s me.”
“But-“
“How am I here instead of in a coma in Hawkin’s General?” Holly raised her eyebrows at Max’s rhetorical question, showing she wanted to ask the same thing. Max nodded with an uncomfortable smile. “That’s a very reasonable question.”
The crack of a branch further in the woods caught the attention of all three of you. Your heart raced and Max quickly stood with you, helping Holly up. “It’s not safe here, come on.”
The three of you walked quickly through the woods, back down the path you had originally taken to get to the caves. You held Holly’s hand tightly, keeping her close to you as you spoke up. “Where exactly are we going?”
“My home.” Max responded.
Holly spoke up this time, anxiety lacing her voice. “We can’t go far, we came here to meet Henry. Do you know Henry?”
“Yeah, you could say that.” Max scoffed.
“He left us this note-“ Holly turned to you and reached in your pocket, causing you to stumble, before showing it to Max. “See? And he told me to meet him right here at the X, right here! I think he’s in trouble with the monsters.”
“Henry is a lot of things, but in trouble with the monsters is not one of them.” Max’s eyebrows knit together in annoyance as the three of you marched forward.
“No but look! The note says-“
“Holly, I know what the note says,”
“Then how do you know he’s not in trouble,” You and Max both said her name, trying to calm her down and shut her up for a second.
“He didn’t write it, Holly!” You tried reasoning, but she was too panicked.
“He said hurry!”
Max stopped abruptly, turning to grab Holly’s shoulders. “Holly, I know what the note says because Henry didn’t write it. I did.”
Holly stared at Max, her thoughts spiraling. “I-I don’t understand.”
“It was you?” You asked incredulously, shocked but almost relieved.
Max apologized, expressing how she didn’t want to lie but she needed to make sure Holly came.
“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Holly’s voice welled up with tears, fearing that you two had just been lured by one of those awful monsters.
“One of what?” Max looked confused.
“The monsters.”
“Do I look like a monster?” Max’s eyes widened and her head dropped, wondering if this girl was serious. Holly and Max argued for a second, each trying to explain how Max was or wasn’t a monster.
“Wait, wait-“ You interrupted, knowing better than Holly that Max was just a girl. “I’ve been here two years. Why did you wait for Holly to show up?”
“Because I know her!” Max looked even more frustrated now, looking over at you like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “I have no idea who you are and quite frankly, I was hoping Holly here would show up alone!”
“You want a little girl trapsing through the woods alone to you? You think I was going to let that happen?” You scoffed at her, arm motioning over to Holly as though she wasn’t there.
“The only dangerous thing in these woods sleeps next to you in bed!”
“You think I don’t know that?” You argued back and forth with Max until your response caught her off guard.
“You know that?”
“Why do you think I came here with her?”
“Oh.” Max’s tone shifted entirely, before she turned and walked into the cave, followed by you and Holly after a moment of hesitation.
The cave was actually quite lovely, filled with various items you did and didn’t recognize. But, as Holly was looking over the crates of books, the blankets, trinkets, you were drawn to the mouth of the cave, stepping up over some rocks so you could see the view. Max ushered Holly over and the three of you stood staring at the breathtaking landscape that most certainly wasn’t Indiana.
“Where are we?” You whispered, staring out at the vast desert.
“In a memory, which exists in a world of a thousand memories.” Max started, and your gaze fell back on the desert, your heart pounding, sure you could predict what she was about to say next. “I know it might look nice, but it’s not. This place, this world; it’s a prison! Henry’s prison.”
You stepped back from the ledge, breathing heavily. Your eyes were wide as you scanned your surroundings, trying not to hyperventilate.
???, 1985
Your memory was fuzzy when you woke up, as though you had been out drinking the night before. You sat up, the sun all too bright as you grabbed your head and looked around. Some sort of field or clearing. The grass made you itch, so you stood quickly to wipe it off of you, trying to ignore the searing headache.
“It’s good to see you’re finally awake.” You looked up from cleaning yourself immediately. It was him.
“Henry?” You questioned, desperately trying to remember what happened. “I-I don’t understand, what happened, why am I out here?”
“I’ll explain everything very soon, but we should get you inside. You hit your head pretty hard.” Henry cocked his head to encourage you to follow him, before turning and walking off. Your eyebrows furrowed together and you quickly caught up with him.
“Can you please tell me what’s going on?” You looked over at him, and he had a cheeky, knowing smile. “What do you mean hit my head?”
“I’d like to be able to sit down with you to discuss it, and I’m sure you would appreciate some water and some ice for your head.” You stopped abruptly, letting him continue to walk.
“Why should I go anywhere with you? I barely know you!” Henry stopped and turned around to face you as you spoke. “Why should I trust you? For all I know you kidnapped me! I have no idea where I am and there is absolutely no reason I would be here otherwise.”
“Kidnapped?” Henry looked almost hurt as he began to approach you. “No, no, no… I saved you.”
His hand gently reached out for yours, taking it as though he were afraid to break it. You shook your head, looking down at his hand. “I don’t understand, I- saved me?”
Henry smiled and nodded, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek, guiding you to look directly at him. His eyes were searching yours. “Yes, and if you’d like to remain safe, I ask that you come with me.”
You grabbed his hand from your face, taking it off. It wasn’t a cruel gesture, just frightened. Henry exhaled and turned around again, knowing this time you would follow.
..
His house was huge, like some mansion made for a fairytale heroine. You looked around with wide eyes, taking in your surroundings as he led you inside. If the outside was strange, the inside was downright dreamlike. The moment you stepped through the door, it was like stepping out of a time machine.
The house was a perfect time capsule of the late fifties, picturesque, clean, and well loved. Henry led you to the parlor, motioning for you to sit down on the plush sofa. Henry stepped out of the room without saying a word, leaving you anxiously tapping your foot as you sat on the couch.
After maybe two minutes, you could hear a kettle screaming, followed by silence. When Henry reappeared, he was holding a tray with most of a tea set on top. He set it down on the wooden coffee table, before preparing each of you a cup. Somehow, he made it just to your preference, with just the right amount of sugar. He handed you the cup and brought it to your mouth hesitantly, before taking a sip, he had prepared it in front of you after all.
“I know you must be scared right now, confused.” He started, taking a sip of his own tea before setting it down. “With time you will regain your memory, but right now it is important to rest.”
“Tell me what happened, please.” You took another sip of your tea and leaned forward, your eyes pleading with him. His shoulder lifted and fell as he considered his next words.
“Do you remember when that boy went missing in Hawkins and came back a week later?” You nodded, trying to decipher what he was going to say. “There was a monster in the woods the night he disappeared. A monster from another world, and there are many more like it, many that have begun terrorizing Hawkins. One of those monsters took him.”
“You’re joking.” You scoffed.
“I’m not.” Henry countered seriously. “Those same monsters caused the mall fire that took your sister. And they’ve terrorized multiple families, including yours.”
“I don’t understand.” Your voice was quieter now, unsure.
“Last night, one managed to get into your home. It dragged you off to do God knows what. I was able to stop it.”
“In my house?” Your heart pounded against your chest so hard you were sure he could hear it. “What- what about my mom? Is she okay? Is she safe?”
Henry sighed and looked down at his clasped hands, before back up at you. “I don’t know what happened to her. I got there in time to save you, but she was very injured, I only had time to save you.”
“How could you just leave her there?” You stood abruptly, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to calm yourself down enough to think straight. You had to go back. You had to help her! “Thank you really for taking me in but I have to go back, I-I have to help her!”
You quickly left the parlor and stepped out the front door, your shoes clicking on the wooden steps. Henry was close behind you, calling out your name.
“You can’t go back, that monster is hunting you as we speak and you will die!” Henry’s voice was a mix of calm but urgent, not wanting to sound threatening, but needing you to come back into the house.
“I don’t care! She’s probably scared and alone and I’ll never be able to live with myself if I leave her there.” You answered, but not turning your back, you looked at the road and realized that it was familiar. This was Moorehead Street, just outside of Hawkins! You paused for a second to recall which direction led home, then took off, running down the road.
You, of course, had no clue that you wouldn’t be able to make it to Hawkins, nor did you remember your mother dying in front of your very eyes. Henry was still behind you on the road, but his brisk walk turned into a run. He caught up with you quickly, his hand landing on your shoulder, bringing you to an abrupt stop and pulling you into his chest.
“She’s gone,” Henry huffed out, catching his breath. You could feel his chest heaving on your back as you struggled to release yourself from his grip. “She wouldn’t have survived her injuries.”
“No, you’re lying!” You peeled his arm off you and darted forward, realizing that the landscape around you became less recognizable as you went on. You slowed down, realizing that you were totally helplessly lost. Overwhelmed by all of the horrifying information and lack of familiarity to your surroundings, you crouched down, your fast breaths turning into small sobs.
Henry didn’t need to run to catch up with you this time. When he found you sitting on the cement, arms wrapped around your legs, shoulders heaving with your sobs, it was only natural for him to wrap his arms around you. This time, instead of pushing him away, you leaned into his arms as he crouched next to you. One of his hands rubbed comforting circles on your back. He smelled clean, like a light cologne with a hint of aftershave.
“Why did you lie? Why did you say you didn’t know?” Your sobs shook your body as you unwrapped your arms from your legs, allowing them to find their way around him.
“I didn’t want to lie, but I didn’t think you were strong enough to handle the truth, you’ve been through so much that I didn’t think you could handle it.” Henry brought one hand up to cup the back of your head, letting you sob into him, before he spoke again. “Let's get you back, it’s not safe out here for you.”
Max spoke about this curse he put on various people in town. How he would corrupt their minds, show them horrible things before killing them in the most gruesome manner you thought possible. “The first person he took was Chrissy Cunningham.”
“No..” Your voice caught in your throat as she spoke her name. Your best friend. Chrissy had been friends with you since the third grade, she was a year younger than you, but she was always there for you, always present, always kind. You covered your mouth as you stifled a sob. Max and Holly both looked at you, eyes softening as they realized you knew her. “She can’t be gone.”
“She is, along with Fred Benson, Patrick Mckinney, and technically me..” Max looked down at her hands as she continued to speak. “It’s how he opened the gate into Hawkins.”
You nodded and cleared your throat, wiping the tears and snot from your face as you nodded at her to continue.
Max’s voice was hard and cold as she explained how she came to be here, going over how she had explored the lengths of this world and each memory of Henry’s. Her voice shook as she recalled the traumatic events involving her, witnessing herself tormented by him in the third person. Your eyes welled with tears as you listened, your heart aching with sympathy and understanding for her. When Max went silent, recalling her traumas, Holly stood and sat next to her, but you stayed in your spot across the cave, still listening.
You rested your chin on your hands, listening intently as she described the night she was taken, how she was so close to getting home, how Henry found her and she ran again. You remembered running. So many times, and how he found you each time. You wiped your eyes quickly and kept listening intently.
“I’ll never forget the look on his face that day. He was scared, more than scared. He was terrified.” She looked up at you and then around the cave. “There’s something about this cave, this memory… He won’t come in. In here I’m safe, so I turned it into my sanctuary, my home.”
“You took door two.” You spoke quietly, and she nodded at you with an absent look.
“Shitty door two.” She looked to the ground and then back at Holly. “That was until you showed up, and now door three is back.”
Holly stood quickly, approaching her. “Escape.”
“I have a plan.” Max said, turning to look back at you with a knowing nod. “I have a plan. A plan to get us out of here. And it’s gonna take time, more time than we have now.”
You stood from your spot and joined them, standing next to Holly, waiting for what she had to say next.
“Henry will return to his house soon, and when he does, he cannot know that you two are gone.” Holly’s eyes widened and she gripped your hand.
“You-You want us to go back there? Back to him back to Henry?” Holly looked up at you, clearly very terrified. “No, we-“
“I know, it’s scary. But if you want to get out of here, if you want to escape Camazotz, this is the only way.” Max grabbed Holly’s shoulder, trying to express the importance of this. You brought a hand up to her back as well, trying to comfort her. “It’s the only way.”
Holly’s face hardened as she looked down and shook her head, swallowing her fear. “Tell me what we have to do.”
..
Max stayed back as you and Holly traversed back to Henry’s home, and by the way Holly was gripping your hand when you approached the edge of the woods, you could tell she was terrified. You looked down at her and stopped walking, crouching down to her level and making her face you.
“Talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking right now.” You spoke gently, with as much compassion as you could muster up. Holly’s mouth was slightly parted as she hyperventilated in front of you, before a tear slipped from her eye. “Get it out now before we have to face him again.”
“I’m scared. I’m so so scared!” She fell into your arms, and you quickly wrapped yours around her in a tight hug. She sobbed into your shoulder as she expressed her fear. “What if he catches us? What if he does those awful things to us?”
“Shhh..” You rubbed her back as her shoulders shook with sobs. “None of that is going to happen. We’re going to get you out of here, and you’re going to make it home to your family.”
“What about you?” She pulled away slightly, looking at you as she wiped the snot from her nose.
“I’m going to be just fine, Holly.” You gave her a comforting smile and stood, taking her hand again. “We are both going to be just fine.”
pt.5 here
was writing pt 4 of stuck in the middle with you and got hit with a sudden overwhelming urge to finish that eddie munson story i teased a few years ago. lmk if you guys want that because i just might. i was never that into him either tbh he was just really fun to write for and i loved the positive feedback i got from it. If you guys want him lmk and ill work something out.
Stuck in The Middle With You
Pt.3
Pt.2 here Pt.1 here
pairing: Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit/Vecna/001/Peter Ballard x Reader
cw: Canon typical violence, mentions of blood, corny flashbacks to give the main character depth
word count: 2313
A/N: Deeeefinitely trying to add a little more backstory here, I think im going to touch more on it in the next part. Tbh I think most of this part is backstory, oh well lol, its important to understanding the story better.
Hawkins, Indiana, July 8th, 1985
Your sister’s funeral was short, private. After the mall fire, the mortician recommended a closed casket. You agreed. When you saw her in the coroner’s office, you felt everything, but couldn’t show it. She was mangled beyond recognition. Had it been a murder, you would have insisted on an open casket, but there was no one to blame. Fate had made its choice with her, and who were you to argue with fate?
Maybe four people had arrived. Your mom, of course, her best friend, your best friend, and you. But afterwards, you met him. Henry. You had left the cemetery, with plans to pack as soon as you got home. Hawkins had endured so much loss in so few years, and as much as you loved your home, you had to leave. In a shoebox under your bed, you had enough stashed away to move to Indianapolis, or perhaps further, to Chicago, or maybe as far as Philadelphia, you weren’t sure yet, you would figure it out.
Your mother and sister’s best friend had gone to get coffee with one another, discuss your sister’s life, and your friend had to get ready for work, so you were left alone, sitting on the hood of your car, smoking a cigarette. Henry approached you first, coming to lean on the car next to you.
“Was it the fire?” You looked over at the man, taking in his features, there was something off about him, but his features, handsome and bright, seemed to cover that up.
“Yeah.” You didn’t know how else to respond. “She had gone to see a movie that night and never came out, she must have been so scared.”
Henry smiled, then reached out a hand to you. “My name is Henry.”
“(Y/n).” You took his hand and shook it, bringing the cigarette up to your lips for another drag.
“Those are terrible for you, you know.” He must have been talking about the cigarette.
“I know, I don’t really do this that often, but I feel like now was as good a time as any.” Henry cocked his head to the side a little before removing his hat.
“I’m terribly sorry about your sister,” He offered a comforting smile before continuing. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.”
“Thanks,” You sighed and looked back over to where her headstone had been placed. “I think this is what’s finally going to make me leave this town.”
“Why would you ever want to leave Hawkins?” Henry looked at you quizzically, attempting to understand what your motive was.
“Start over, meet new people, I guess.” You thought for a minute about your words before continuing. “Hawkins has been through so much the last couple of years since that little kid went missing and turned back up, I don’t think I want to know what the next big thing is going to be here.”
Henry’s face changed slightly at the mention of the boy, expressing what you assumed was agreement for the terrible thing that had happened. He nodded along with your words and studied your face, making you feel more like a test subject than a girl who had just lost her sister in a gruesome way. You took one last drag before flicking the butt of your cigarette out in the street, standing up from the position you held against your car.
“I better get going, I have a lot of stuff to catch up on.” Henry stood as well, straightening his coat as you spoke. Your hand reached out to his shaking it carefully. “It was nice to meet you, Henry.”
“It was nice to meet you too, (Y/n).” Henry smiled down at you before stepping up onto the grass, out of the way of your car. You got in the drivers seat, shutting the door behind you. When you finally drove off, you glanced in the rearview mirror to catch another glimpse of him, but he wasn’t there. You never thought to ask how he knew it was your sister’s funeral.
“Holly!” You broke into a sprint after her, right into the woods. You hadn’t been past the tree line in so long, and it was easy to get lost, but the sight of Holly’s blue dress kept you pushing forward. “Holly!”
You caught up quickly, and your hand grabbed her shoulder, whipping her around to face you, pulling her into a panicked hug. “Holly what were you thinking?”
“Henry is in trouble!” She pushed off of you and looked at you, lifting a piece of paper to your face. “You see!”
You plucked the paper from her hands and read the note;
“Holly,
I need your help
Meet me at the X
Please hurry
-Henry”
You read the note maybe three times before seeing the small ‘open’ written in the corner. You unfolded the paper to see a map, well drawn.
“Henry couldn’t have written this,” You reasoned, shaking your head
“But he did! He needs our help!” Holly pleaded with you.
“Holly, his number one rule is to never go into the woods! We’re risking our lives just being out here!” You shook your head again, trying to get her to see reason.
“Which means he must be in serious trouble if he wrote this!” Holly grabbed the note from your hands, holding it up like it was the Holy Grail. “You might be okay with leaving him out there but I’m not, I’m going to help Henry!”
“Holly please-“
“I’m going, and you can go back if you want, but it’s on you if you want to let a child be alone in the woods.” Holly quickly turned and continued walking, looking down at the paper to make sure she was on the right path. You stood silently, more in shock about how boar-headed this child was than worried.
“Fine, fine!” You caught up to her and snatched the paper out of her hands, looking down at the map.
“Hey!”
“If I’m going to let you do this then I’m leading the way.” You shot back, studying the path drawn. “I’m the adult. If anything happens, if Henry isn’t there, we’re going straight back.”
Holly sighed, almost angry that she couldn’t lead the ‘adventure,’ but you weren’t going to have her risking her tail trying to lead it.
You two had been walking for nearly half an hour, and the landscape began to change, rocks that shouldn’t be in Indiana began appearing, along with animals like scorpions, which definitely shouldn’t be in the woods in Indiana. Soon, the two of you came to a rockface, and both of you seemed uneasy. Holly put down her hood and you gripped the paper tight, making it wrinkle in your grasp. The two of you slowly approached, and you gently placed your hand in front of Holly, silently telling her to stay back.
“Henry?” You called out, your voice echoing off the walls of the cave entrance. No response. “Henry, are you there?”
After another few seconds without a response, Holly spoke up. “Henry?”
The two of you peered into the entrance of the cave, and Holly even took out the spyglass she had, looking in. A figure appeared that definitely was not Henry, and your heart jumped. You turned on your heel and pushed Holly to run as well. She seemed to agree with your idea and bolted ahead of you, dropping her spyglass and leaving it forgotten behind, remembering the path you took together as the two of you darted through the trees.
“Go go, go, go!” You urged behind her, shocked at how fast she was, but her foot caught on a branch and she came tumbling down. You caught up with her and pulled her up as her head darted around, urging her further on, the footsteps behind you closing in.
You kept a hold of her hand as you both sprinted, fearing for your lives. When the two of you came to a small ledge of rocks near the stream, you hopped down and lifted your arms so you could catch her as she jumped, and when you caught her, both of you seemed to have the same idea, crouch low and keep quiet. Hopefully whoever or whatever it was hadn’t seen you. Heavy footsteps thudded on the ground behind you, and you squeezed your eyes shut, holding Holly close.
Hawkins, Indiana, July 23rd, 1985.
Boxes lined up against the wall of your room, where you sat in your bed, head in your hands as you wept. Almost three weeks after her death, you were able to cry. It all hit you at once, overwhelming you as you stared at your packed belongings, realizing you were finally leaving. Your mom was in the living room, sitting on the couch listening to some song by Stealers Wheel on her stereo, probably downing another alcoholic drink.
You had told her a couple of days after the funeral that you needed to leave Hawkins, and she was taking it about as well as any mother would after losing one child. You both fought, a lot. Today especially. She was not handling the idea of you leaving tomorrow well, and you had both stormed off to your respective areas. You were still fuming, but she had already forgiven you.
There was a sense of regret from both parties, but neither had the courage to apologize. Until you did. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes and nose with a couple tissues and stood, straightening up as though correct posture would give you the confidence needed to say you were sorry. You didn’t seem to notice the lights flickering as you left the room, nor did you notice the ceiling above your bed opening with a menacing red-orange glow.
You approached her cautiously, eying the amber liquid in her glass as you sat down next to her. You didn’t know how to start, wringing your fingers nervously as you inhaled.
“Mom, I’m sorry.” She looked over at you, her eyes red and glassy, if you didn’t know she was crying, you would have assumed she was just out smoking a joint like some ornery teenager. “I know you don’t want me to leave but I don’t really think I have any other choice. So much bad stuff just keeps happening, not just in town but to us, and I’m an adult now. I need to get out as soon as I can. I feel trapped here, and I want to leave before I actually am trapped. It’s not like I want to leave you alone here, but I can’t stay forever.”
“Baby, it’s okay,” She started, leaning forward to set her glass on the coffee table. “I can’t blame you, and I know it’s not like I can stop you. I’m just so afraid to lose you too, I’m gonna be in this house all by myself, both of my girls gone in such little time- It’s- I’m so scared!”
“Oh mom..” You welled up with tears again, as did she, and you pulled her into a tight hug, trying to show her all was forgiven. “I promise I’m going to call you once a week, and it’s not like I’ll be that far away, it’s only an hour drive.”
You could feel her nodding into your shoulder, her hair rubbing your cheek before she tensed up, fully frozen.
“Mom?” You pulled away and saw her staring behind you, eyes wide like she was facing the devil himself. With her hands still on your shoulders, you turned to look at what she was staring at, and your heart dropped.
It went from all fours to standing on its hind legs, its pointed head brushing the low ceiling as it seemed to catch sight of the two of you. Without thinking you pushed your mom off of you, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her away from the couch, right on time too, as the sickly gray demon leaped forward, its face opening to reveal a horrifying flower shaped mouth, lined with teeth.
The two of you screamed as you scrambled to your feet, darting away from the living room and into the kitchen. Both of you had the same idea, running towards the back door. Your mom shrieked behind you and you turned, only to see her smack down hard on the linoleum, the creatures claws wrapped around her ankle as though it was trying to catch her. “Mom!!”
You ran towards her as she kicked at the monster, but was stopped by the splatter of blood that hit your face. Its claws tore right through her hair, face, neck, and jacket, leaving bloodied chunks of both hanging from its alien hands. It’s attention turned towards you, and it stalked forward. You realized you needed to run, and you needed to run now. You turned on your heel and made it to the back door, struggling to unlock it in your panic. The door whipped open, and right as your hand grabbed the handle of the screen door, you felt your entire body get yanked away. The force of being pulled away made your head go forward, smacking against the screen door hard enough to make your vision blur and ears ring. The last thing you remembered was your mom lying bloodied and still on the floor, eyes glassy and lifeless.
Holly whimpered silently in your arms as the footsteps came closer, and you tried comforting her with one hand on the back of her head, shushing her as silently as you could. You stared up at the top of the rocks as the footsteps thudded closer, holding Holly tight against you. A shadow blocked out the harsh rays of the sun, and your eyes adjusted as the figure crouched, Holly looking at the same time as you, seeing the messy red hair and green eyes. “Holy shit.”
Pt.3 here
Please a part two of the latest henry creel fic🥹🙏🙏
If this was about Stuck In the Middle With you it is out now 🫶
masterlist
Last Updated: 1-16-2026
Stranger Things
Henry Creel "Vecna" "Mr. Whatsit"
drabble (slightly nsfw)
Deceit (sfw)
Home (nsfw)
Request (sfw)
Request (nsfw)
Trust Me (sfw)
Stuck in the Middle With You (pt.1 nsfw, pt.2 sfw, pt.3 sfw, pt.4 sfw, pt.5 nsfw)
Eddie Munson
Stalker (teaser, sfw)
Stalker (continued, sfw)
Steve "The Hair" Harrington
Keep Dreaming (sfw)
Officer Phil Callahan
Do Not Touch (nsfw)
New Dad! Phil (sfw)
Domestic Bliss (sfw)
The Hunger Games
Coriolanus Snow
Drabble (nsfw)
Addict (nsfw)
The Umbrella Academy
Star Wars
Marvel
Star Trek
Avatar
Stuck in The Middle With You
pt.2
pt.1 here
pairing: Henry Creel/ Mr. Whatsit/ Vecna/ 001/ Peter Ballard x reader
cw: none :)
word count: 2613
A/N: moving the story along!!
When you woke up, there was no sign Henry had ever been in bed. You looked around the room and didn’t see him, which wasn’t unusual, but something still felt off, different. Instead of getting in the shower, you made your way to the large dresser and opened one of the top drawers, pulling out the long satin dressing gown Henry had provided and wrapping it around you. You gazed in the mirror and straightened your hair out, not wanting to look unseemly to him if he was home.
As you exited the bedroom and began down the stairs, you heard the front door open. You saw them before they saw you. Holly, a girl much younger than you expected, stood looking around the foyer with wide eyes as Henry promised to save all of her loved ones. You continued down the stairs as Henry shut the door, smiling at Holly as you caught her eye.
“Hello Holly,” You extended a hand to her, shaking it gently. You were furious, livid. Henry did not tell you how young Holly was. This girl deserved to be with her family. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”
“Holly, this is my wife, she’s going to make sure you are well taken care of.” Though Henry reassured Holly with his statement, you knew it was directed towards you. You knew that you had to stay in line now more than ever. “(Y/n), dear, will you help me get started on breakfast?”
You nodded, playing the part he was demanding of you. You turned back to Holly, attempting to be as welcoming as your heart could allow. “Feel free to explore the house, Holly, it’s very beautiful and I think you’ll like it.”
“Oh, okay..” Holly was trusting, but still seemed suspicious, not that you could blame her. You had been in almost her exact position, and your heart hurt seeing her turn towards the stairs, cautiously going up. You and Henry turned towards the kitchen and when you were sure you were alone, you spoke.
“You didn’t say that Holly was a child.” You opened a cabinet and pulled out a mixing bowl, your distaste and frustration clear. “She deserves to be with her family.”
“She was in danger, just as you were, I saved her right on time, if I was a minute later, she would have died.” Henry stepped into the pantry to gather the dry ingredients, stepping back out to place them on the counter. “We’re making blackberry pancakes.”
“You’re able to kill those things, why didn’t you do that?” You pulled the eggs, milk, and bowl of berries from the fridge, setting them on the counter next to the dry ingredients. “Did you let them attack her family?”
Henry gave no response, already measuring out ingredients and mixing them together in the bowl. You stopped what you were doing and looked directly at him, demanding his answer. “Henry did you let them attack her family?”
“I had no other choice.” Henry responded firmly, setting the bowl and spoon down to look at you. “Her parents were already injured, and Holly was next. Would you rather I leave her to die? To give her the same fate as your poor mother?”
You froze at the mention of your mom, your eyes widening with shock that Henry would have the gall to bring that up. Your face scrunched with anger you tried to repress, not wanting to draw Holly’s attention to the argument. “You would let that poor girl’s family die?”
“Her parents are in the hospital recovering, and her siblings are safe.” Henry sighed and turned his focus back to the bowl of pancake batter, reaching for a couple blackberries and tossing them in. “I need you to cooperate with me on this, you need to make her feel at home.”
You knew Henry was lying, or at least he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but you just couldn’t seem to figure it out yet. You turned and put a pan on the stove, turning on the gas burner. The clicking sound grated on you, it seemed to echo loudly in your head. In a way you felt it resembled a clock ticking, only sped up. You were running out of time but still had no idea what to do.
When breakfast was ready, you prepared Holly a plate, setting small bowls of fruit and a can of whipped cream in front of it as you set the table. “Holly!”
Small thumps growing louder signaled her arrival to the dining room. A smile lit up Holly’s face as she turned the corner to see the lovely breakfast laid out in front of her. She sat down quickly across from you, glancing at Henry sitting between the two of you. Holly quickly dug into her food, but excitement turned into apprehension as she lifted the fork to her mouth.
You realized quickly that you should take a few bites from your own plate, to show her it was okay to eat. You offered her a small smile, knowing all too well what must be running through her head.
“You still thinking about your parents?” Henry spoke up, his hands crossed on the table in front of him as he studied the girl closely. Holly tilted her head a little, her mouth tightening as she responded.
“Yeah.”
“They are in the very best possible hands, Holly, I assure you.” Henry made a genuine attempt to comfort her, his gaze softening a little. “And I’m told that they are improving with each hour that passes, as soon as they’re healed, they’ll join us here.”
“I-I know.” Holly responded anxiously, and you glanced over at Henry, eyeing him closely, only for him to return the look. He had not told you that Holly’s parents would join you here, and you had assumed Holly would return home once it was safe to do so. “It’s just- “
“You wish to be with them. I understand.” You finished for her before Henry could, knowing exactly what she felt. Henry’s clasped hands squeezed one another, a sign of his growing frustration. Henry looked back at Holly and sighed.
“You cannot offer them comfort in Hawkins, Holly. The only comfort they have is knowing that you are here, safe, with us,” Henry unclasped his hands and grabbed yours, what Holly perceived as a show of comfort, but you knew it was a silent warning. “From the monsters.”
Holly gave a small tight-lipped smile, attempting to show she understood, but she did not look reassured at all. She focused back on the plate of food in front of her, taking another bite.
After Holly finished her breakfast and Henry had continued speaking to her, you cleared the table. Holly was quick to help, grabbing her plate and another on the table to follow you into the kitchen with. When you noticed her right behind you, you smiled thankfully and took the plates from her, setting them in the sink with everything else.
“Holly!” Henry’s voice made both of your heads turn, and you followed her to the foyer where Henry was standing with his hat back upon his head. “It’s time for me to go, walk with me real quick?”
The two of you followed Henry outside, and Holly skipped down the stairs ahead of you, giving Henry the opportunity to reach a hand out to his side and stop you at the top of the steps. “You know the rules; play nice, keep her happy, and do not let her into the woods.”
“I know, Henry.” You looked up at him before back at Holly who was still pacing forward, but slowing down, feeling his hand slide to your back as he turned towards you.
“Hey,” His other hand reached up to grab your chin gently, turning your face towards his to make eye contact with you. “I love you very much.”
Henry placed a sweet, innocent kiss on your lips, like a good husband leaving for work would, before releasing you and turning back towards Holly to speak with her, catching up easily with his long stride.
“I expect to be gone most of the day, and while I am out you two will have the whole house to yourselves.”
“The whole house?” Holly looked up at him, bewildered at the thought that she would be able to further explore.
“Everything which is mine is yours, but in return I need you to promise me one thing.” You stood with your arms crossed, holding the robe around you shut as you watched them. Henry lowered himself to Holly’s level, indicating what he had to say was very important.
You couldn’t quite hear, but you were imagining it was him warning her of how dangerous the woods are. Both of their faces appeared very serious, but Henry smiled and stood, saying something else before walking ahead of her and tapping her shoulder. You heard him ask for her to bring the mail in, and watched as she turned and pushed the red flag down, before her face lit up as she pulled out the pink box he had left there for her.
“How did you know?” Holly’s spirits seemed immediately elevated her posture straightening and her eyes brightened. Henry continued walking down the road, but you heard him one last time.
“A hunch.” Holly shut the mailbox and ran back towards the house, showing you the cassette player as though it were Christmas Day. The hair on the back of your neck stood, but you smiled down at her, sharing her excitement as you led her into the house. When Holly stepped inside, you stopped, your hand still on the door as you peered behind you.
There were times when you felt watched, even after Henry left for the day. You knew it wasn’t him, his presence was entirely different. This feeling, the one you had now, made you feel less nervous than it should have, instead, filling you with apprehension, perhaps even excitement. Your eyes scanned the line of trees beyond the playground, desperately searching for proof of another being. When you found none, you shook your head and turned back inside, shutting the door behind you.
You decided it was time to get dressed, now that you had a minute, but you stopped and told Holly, hoping to keep her from accidentally barging in on you. Today was another day you felt comfortable wearing slacks. You had plans later on to go out into the garden behind the house, wanting to tend to it and get your mind off of Henry, and slacks would better cover you for that.
After you had dressed, but before you went out to garden, you went right back to the kitchen to finish tidying up, wanting to take care of the dishes so you wouldn’t have to worry about them later. As you ran the water to what must have been a boiling temperature, Holly seemed to appear from thin air behind you, clearly wanting to talk.
“Are you okay if I play a tape on the new cassette player that he got me?” Holly was now standing next to you, leaning on her arms on the counter as she watched you clean each dish.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You should have fun while you’re here.” You placed a pan in the strainer and moved on to another.
“You sure it wouldn’t bother you?”
“Of course not, Holly.” You glanced at her, smiling sweetly. She was a sweet girl. Very considerate. She was silent for a moment, watching you scrub each dish carefully before speaking again.
“You don’t like Henry very much, do you?” Her question caught you entirely off guard, leaving your hands freezing under the faucet as you rinsed a dish.
“Of course I do, Holly.” You resumed rinsing the soap off and moved on to a large bowl. “I love him.”
“Yeah, but do you like him?” Holly reiterated her question, before continuing her thought. “Because you seem really angry at him, or nervous. It’s how my mom acts when she’s mad at my dad, and I’m not going to pretend like you guys are at all the same as them but I’m just saying that you both act the same way and- “
“Holly, Holly.” You interrupted her as she rambled on about what she thought your relationship with Henry was like. She stopped and looked up at you, realizing how much she was actually talking. “I’ve been here a very long time. Henry has been very kind to open his home to me and keep me safe here, and now he is doing the same thing for you. I know that I look angry, but I promise you I’m nothing more than worried. You never know what may happen and I would hate for you to see something you can’t unsee.”
“Oh…” Holly seemed at a loss of words, and she brought her arms down from their spot on the counter, now looking worried herself. You realized you may have scared the poor girl so you stopped washing and dried your hands before turning to her and kneeling slightly to put your hands on her shoulders.
“Listen to me,” You started, making sure you softened your features while you had her attention. “I am going to go outside to the backyard to work on the garden. You are more than safe here, and you can do whatever you want, like play that tape Henry gave you. If you need anything, and I mean absolutely anything, you come right out that backdoor and you let me know. You got it?”
Holly nodded quickly, her eyes wide as she took in your words. “Can I bake a cake?”
“Only if you share with me.” You laughed a little and squeezed her shoulder before straightening up. “Go have fun.”
“Thank you!” Holly turned and ran into the other room, leaving you to quickly finish the dishes. Once they were all back in the cabinets, you stepped outside through the kitchen door, walking around to the house.
Spending time in the garden was nice. It was like a form of meditation for you. It was as close as you could get to being in nature without going back into the woods. You could hear Holly playing her music inside and you smiled. Though it was muffled, it was a nice song. At least she was having fun.
After maybe an hour or so just weeding and watering the garden, making it look presentable and not like some overgrown patch of the lawn, you stood and went inside. There was a cake on the kitchen table, with two slices taken out. You could hear the static of the TV set and went into the living room but saw no sign of Holly.
Your brow furrowed and you called out to her but received no response. Your heart began beating faster. Where was she!? You searched the house, high and low, but saw no sign of her. Maybe she went outside to find you. You ran back out the kitchen door but did not see her in the backyard. Turning on your heel, you ran through the white-picket gate to the side of the house, and you saw her. Right at the tree line.
“Holly?” She didn’t seem to hear you when you called out to her, and as you walked forward, crossing the road to get to her, she stepped into the woods. Your stomach dropped and you chased after her, desperate to catch her and keep her out of trouble. “Holly!”
pt.3 here
Carrie Bradshaw + writing, Sex and the City
this is how im posted up after work btw you guys
Give him to me.
Stuck in The Middle With You
pairing: Henry Creel/Mr. Whatsit/Vecna/001/Peter Ballard x reader
cw: what could be perceived as emotional manipulation, kitchen sex
word count: 3360
A/N: I have like a three or four part series planned for this, I had a lot of fun coming up with the idea, I was storyboarding in my head like the whole time i made the cover image
It had been maybe two years since Henry brought you home. Over 700 days of waking up and following the same routine. The first thirty minutes of each day started the same; your eyes would flutter open, but you wouldn’t move. As though you were glued to the bed, you would lay on your back and stare straight up, contemplating, thinking, and maybe when you first got here, planning.
You had given up on what Henry called your delusion of leaving. You had no clue what would be going on in the real world, if anyone was looking for you, if they were even alive. Your escape attempts had fizzled out after maybe six months, and at around a year, you had grown attached and comfortable enough with Henry that you felt no discomfort in him calling you his wife. You may have actually been married at this point, after so long stuck in his home, some of your memories blurred together, if you had a wedding with him, it was fuzzy but still there in the back of your mind.
After laying in bed, you would typically throw the sheets off your body, almost hating that there was never an immediate chill, his home was the perfect temperature, always. Henry would already be awake, downstairs in the dining room, reading the same paper he always did, you had learned not to question it. Instead of immediately joining him, you would prepare a shower. Henry was always kind enough to prepare breakfast, and when the water began running, he would take it as his sign to start.
You would wonder about small things in the shower; things you were still too nervous to ask him. You would never see him do regular human things unless you specifically asked him to do so with you. Unless you prepared dinner and asked him to join, he would never take more than a few picky bites, which you thought was a comment on your cooking, but realized soon after that he wouldn’t even touch food he made. Despite always appearing and smelling clean, you would never catch him spending time in the shower unless you dragged him with you. He never combed his hair despite it laying perfectly on his head, he didn’t even need to clean his glasses.
You had learned not to question too much about him, and to instead appreciate his company when you had it. You had no clue where he went all day, he always seemed to stop existing when he left. Sometimes you would convince yourself you were having a hallucination so vivid, you couldn’t tell what was real anymore, and in your weaker moments he would come home to find you crying on the front steps. Henry would always comfort you with a gentle hand around your back, pulling you into a hug. He never asked why you were crying because he always assumed it was because you were lonely and missed him.
After your shower, you would dry yourself and walk back to the bedroom to pick out an outfit. When you first arrived, you would wear the dresses more often, but on days like today, you had no issue wearing slacks, normally pairing them with a gingham or lightly colored blouse and a cardigan of some sort on top. You gave up on wearing makeup this early on in the morning and would typically go downstairs feeling only half ready. But it’s not like you would be going anywhere or seeing anyone else but him.
Today was not unusual in any sense. You made your way silently down the stairs, letting your nose guide you to the scent of freshly made food, and joined him in the dining room. He would pull the chair out for you every morning, allowing you to sit comfortably before he did. His hat was never on in the house past the foyer, so his hair would always be shining like spun gold. He sure knew how to present himself in a good light at least.
“How did you sleep?” Henry asked as he himself sat down, no food or plate in front of him, just the folded newspaper and a pencil on top of it.
“I slept fine,” You would almost always respond the same way, and always after first sipping the tea or coffee he would set in front of you. “How about you?”
“Quite alright next to you, dear.” Henry loved gently flirting and throwing in little pet names, especially when you had finally settled in. It was his own way of making you feel welcome. You never responded to it with more than a raised brow or small nod in the more domestic moments like this. Henry rarely took offence to it at least, providing a little smile before picking up the paper and going back to what you assumed was the crossword.
Some days Henry would stay home, and you would go about your separate routines, but on other days he would leave early, right after you started eating. Today seemed to be neither. He wore his suit jacket, hinting at the intention to leave, but he was relaxed and in no hurry while he skimmed the clues of the crossword section. You ate in relative silence, using the time to focus on what made you feel alive. The warmth of the sun through the window on your back, the texture and flavor of the food as you chewed it, the little gleam in Henry’s eye as looked over the paper at you.
More often than not, despite feeling trapped, like a caged animal pacing, you enjoyed his affection. You liked when he would smile gently at you, or take your hand, or gently kiss your cheek, though you never admitted it and you tried not to show it. Henry was not who he said he was and he knew that you knew it. You had become comfortable making this place like your home, unsure of how you would ever leave.
When you swallow the last bite of food and set the fork on the plate, Henry folded the paper back up and set it down on the table. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, looking at you in an almost predatory way as you wiped your face with the napkin.
“I may be gone a little longer than normal today, there’s much for me to do.” Because Henry never gave a clear answer when you asked exactly what it was that he did, you stopped asking, only nodding in response. Henry took your plate and disappeared into the kitchen, before returning to the dining room to stand behind your chair, rubbing your shoulders gently before pulling the chair out, allowing you to stand. He liked it when you walked with him to the door.
The routine was the same every day. Henry would pull out your chair, and you would stand, taking the hand he offered and walking with him to the door. He would grab his hat from the coat rack and release your hand, taking you by the waist instead, pulling you close and looking down at you as though you were a meal, and then he would kiss you.
Henry’s kisses were typically gentle, sweet, as though he was trying not to frighten you. His hat would be clutched against his chest, and his lips would be moving in tandem with yours. You learned to reciprocate and even enjoy when he kissed you. Why shouldn’t you? He was handsome and mostly sweet.
“Don’t get into any trouble now, you hear me?” You knew what he was implying. It had been well over a year since he last caught you trying to leave and still, he didn’t trust you enough not to try. You waved him goodbye and watched as he disappeared beyond the tree line but did not try to follow or run. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking over what you had.
Some days, because there was nothing else to do, you would pull out a bottle of wine and spend all day nursing it, pacing the house, reading a book, laying in the yard. On other days you would prepare yourself small snacks and do nothing but take small naps in different areas of the house. Today you decided to try to feel somewhat normal. You closed the fridge and opened the tin canister of pre-ground coffee beans, taking a hefty scoop and dropping it in the French press. You hummed silently to yourself as you prepared a pot of water to boil, feeling as though it was too quiet.
As the water slowly heated, you walked into the sitting room, staring at the entertainment center trying to figure out exactly what you wanted to listen to. Henry brought back many gifts in your time here, and one was a very nice entertainment center, with a cassette player, a turntable, and a collection of music you had liked before coming here, nothing newer than 1985. As your finger skimmed over the cassettes and then the vinyl, you wondered what all had been released since then. You assumed your disappearance had turned into a missing person’s case, but it had likely gone cold by now, long abandoned.
Your finger caught one vinyl, and you pulled it out, deciding it would work for now. You placed it on the turntable and carefully set the needle down, adjusting the volume before going back to the kitchen as the kettle began to squeal. After pouring the boiling water into the French press, you sat leaned against the counter, letting the sun beat through the window and onto your neck. Days like this made the warmth nice, where you woke feeling relaxed and not on edge. Other days you craved the icy chill of winter. Though you recognized the area as Indiana, you knew it couldn’t be. Nowhere in Indiana did you get two straight years of early summer weather.
Those were the days you would typically drink and nap throughout the day, but thankfully, today was not one of them. You stood from your spot against the counter and walked back towards the French press, feeling it had brewed long enough, and you were ready for another cup. After preparing your coffee, you picked up the book you had been reading, The Empty Copper Sea, and your feet led you outside to the porch, where you sat on the steps and looked around at the all-too-perfect nature.
Your day continued on, domestic, slow, normal. Your time spent reading and laying in the sun, taking a small nap, and preparing a decent lunch made for a relaxing day. Something felt different, though you couldn’t exactly put your finger on what. When the day neared its end and you decided to begin dinner, chopping and seasoning a pot roast before throwing it into the oven. The wiggling of the doorknob brought you out of your relaxed state. Henry was home.
You wiped your hands quickly and greeted him at the door. He quickly removed his hat before leaning down to kiss you, his hand coming up to your cheek, holding your face as though you’d rip yourself away with disgust. When he pulled away and began removing his jacket, you noticed the smile on his face, something had lifted his spirits quite a bit.
“You were right, I expected you back well over an hour ago.” You helped him pull the sleeves from his arms, keeping them from bunching as he pulled the jacket off. A little unsure if you should ask, you gently grabbed his arm and turned him to face you once his jacket was hung. “What has you in such an elated mood today?”
“Everything is coming together, dear,” Henry’s smile widened and he leaned down to kiss you again, deep and excited. When he pulled away again, he continued speaking. “Someone will be joining us tomorrow; I need your help getting her to adjust.”
“Who?” You immediately asked, your heart sinking a little at the idea of another poor soul being trapped with you, but a twinge of excitement made your stomach turn, you haven’t seen another face besides Henry’s in so long.
“Her name is Holly. The same monsters I saved you from have been stalking her house for quite some time,” His hands grabbed your shoulders, his excitement clear in his grip. “Not only am I able to save her, but she can also help us.”
“Help us how, Henry?”
“I’ll explain everything to you when she gets here, but for now, I think we should relax and appreciate the time we have left with the house to ourselves.” Henry’s gaze made it clear that he wouldn’t take anymore questions, so you decided to be patient, nodding silently instead.
“I see… Well, I’m making a roast, you should come eat then.” Henry’s grip loosened on your shoulders, and he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. One hand slid around your shoulder and down to your lower back, leading you to the kitchen.
The roast was still in the oven, so as he leaned against the counter, you made your way to the fridge and brought out a bottle of wine. He got the message and quickly moved to the cabinet to retrieve two wine glasses. You grabbed the corkscrew and he motioned to switch, allowing you to take the glasses while he worked the wine open. Your gaze raked over him as he popped the cork, appreciating the sight of him.
Henry smiled down at you before pouring the wine in the glasses and setting the bottle down on the counter. You grabbed your glass before he did, taking a sip and setting it down so you could find the wine stopper in one of the drawers.
“It smells delicious, my love, how long have you been working on it?” He took a sip from his own glass and gazed at you through his glasses.
“Around two or so hours, give or take.” You placed the decorative wine stopper, topped with a small silver cherub, in the bottle, before placing it in the fridge, trying to keep the kitchen relatively clean as you worked. You returned to your spot next to him to retrieve your wine glass, taking another sip as you looked over at him. You didn’t seem to notice the droplets of wine resting at the corners of your mouth, but he did. Henry brought his hand do your face and swiped your lips with his thumb, before bringing it to his mouth.
Your breath hitched, and your heart fluttered, even after all this time he could still make you nervous. The timer next to the oven dinged and brought you back to attention. You quickly grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the door open, ignoring the wave of heat overcoming you to grab dinner. Henry’s eyes never left you, watching you scramble around the kitchen like a predator watches his prey.
You set the roast down on the counter before closing the oven, now scrambling to set the table. Henry took it as his cue to help, but not before grabbing you from behind as you dug through the cabinets. He twisted you around before you could grab the bowls and brought his head down to yours, forcing a long, lustful kiss onto your lips. Momentarily, you melted into it, your hands sliding up his chest before pushing him off, reminding him that it was still time for dinner. With a small but cheeky grin, he reached above you and grabbed two shallow bowls before turning towards the dining room. You stared for a second as you caught your breath, before grabbing some silverware and following him in.
Despite the excitement, dinner was unusually quiet. Despite seemingly never needing to eat, Henry ate the roast with gusto, excited to finish. He allowed you to wash and tidy up, but his eyes never left you, you felt hunted.
As you dried your hands and hung up the hand towel, Henry approached once more. You had done everything for the day; you had fully cleaned up and had nothing left to do but wind down. Henry seemed to know that you had no other excuse to delay him further and took now as his chance. His hands found your waist before you knew he was behind you, and you were pulled towards him, feeling the bulge in his nice dress pants.
“Henry..” You started unsure of what else to say. He made you nervous like this, as much as you enjoyed being intimate with him. His face came down to your neck, and you felt his lips begin to trail kisses along your jugular. Your heart picked up its pace, and you were sure he could feel it fluttering. One of his hands slid up your side before coming up front to grope your breast. He was not ashamed of himself tonight.
Henry pushed his hips against your butt, effectively pinning you between him and the counter, as his hand went from groping to undoing the buttons of your gingham blouse. His head switched sides so he could kiss the other half of your neck, effectively making your stomach twist in knots. As his hand slipped under your now open blouse, he whispered in your ear.
“You’d make such a good mother,” His voice was low, sultry even, as it slipped into a slightly deeper register. “You’re so kind, empathetic, so attentive to others needs..”
As one hand gripped your breast over your bra, his other hand slipped to your slacks, undoing the button and slowly pushing them down below your bottom before slipping his hand down to grope at your thighs. His fingers dug into the soft flesh like he was going to rip it right off of you, but instead of following any cannibalistic intent, his fingers loosened and slid up, before pushing your panties to the side, playing with your folds as he searched for your clit.
His mouth opened and his teeth dug into your neck as he found your clit, starting slow but progressing to frantic circles with the pads of his fingers. You exhaled, letting out a breathy whimper as you tried to keep your legs steady. You could feel him hardening through his pants as he pushed harder against you, he continued to leave bite marks up your neck until he made it to the lobe of your ear, careful not to leave any permanent marks. As his teeth grazed over your ear, his fingers slipped further down, gathering your wetness and spreading it around before pushing two fingers inside, hooking them up to find the spongy roof of your walls.
The hand on your breast pulled away as he fingered you and you heard a small clatter on the counter next to you, you hadn’t realized he was wearing his glasses until they were right next to where your hand was digging into the counter. His hand came back to you and feathered over your hips, making you squirm more.
Henry relished in the sound of your breathy moans and gasps, basking in the control he had over you. His fingers didn’t remain in your panties very long, slipping away to leave wet stains on his waistband as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his own pants down. As one hand spread the bead precum over the head of his cock, the other came up and gripped your neck, pulling you flush against him. You could hear him inhale, taking in a deep whiff of your hair before pushing you down, bending you over the counter.
Henry said nothing as he slid his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness, before pushing into you. You let out a deep moan, feeling him stretch you open before setting a fast pace. He was quiet up until now, groaning as he slammed into you. Your cheek dug into the counter as tears pricked at your eyes.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day, about you,” He paused and slowed down, catching his breath before picking up the pace again. “-bent over the counter like this.”
He continued thrusting, his hand at your neck scooping around so he could pull you back up against him. His pace was brutal, the angle forcing you on your toes as your hands gripped at the counter, pushing yourself up. His fingers dug into your neck, not choking, but enough to establish his dominance over you. Henry bent his head down and twisted yours, so your neck was bared and open to him. His mouth ghosted over your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He bit down on your neck as he continued to pound into you, nearing his release.
Henry’s thrusts became sloppy, and a bit of drool left his mouth and dripped down your neck. He moved his hand, no longer squeezing your throat, now gathering your hair in his hand to pull back. He continued thrusting, holding you painfully still as he finished inside you with a low, predatory groan. His grip slowly loosened as he pulled himself from inside you, letting you down off your toes as he stepped away.
Still reeling from the feeling of him inside you, you barely noticed him pressing a towel to your core, carefully cleaning you up. Henry pressed gentle kisses to your head, carefully turning you to face him and wrapping one arm around you to pull you flush against his chest. He hummed contentedly, setting the towel down on the counter and picking his glasses back up, placing them in their original position on his nose.
“We better get you to bed,” He started, back to his caring, nurturing baseline. “We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
part 2 here
writing smut is way harder than it looks guys you better appreciate what im about to put out
i have such a motherly instinct towards dustin