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Dearest Jane (011),

I saved you. I tried to help because I saw myself in you. My equal, my destiny — mine. But I failed. I have failed you, Jane. I became one of the very monsters I wanted to protect you from. Even if you don’t see me as one. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. It’s as I’ve said, you made me this. But you did not act alone. And Brenner is not the only one to blame. He was a mediocre man incapable of understanding the sentient workings of the Mind Flayer. I have been with it for as long as it has been with me. I understand it all too well. It’s not too late to save you from its grasp. I am fated. The abyss has me now.

I am no longer simply the Henry that you knew. How I wish that I could be. To be your friend, a mentor and, something even more adorning. And maybe one day, in some other life — things would be different. The Mind Flayer’s shadow coils through every vein, my every thought, dragging me deeper into its endless black. I never wanted this. I did not want to be alone. I wanted you, I wanted us. I tried to make you join me. I reached for you with everything I had, and when you refused — that hurt worse than any needle Brenner ever drove into me. But I understand. Your heart was always purer than mine. Where I burned with rage, you held onto something gentler, something they could never quite crush. You did what you had to do. I do not blame you.

Now I hide inside the ruins of my own mind. Fractured. What I’ve become. The kind of broken everyone said I was and that I fought so hard against. A dormant shell of who I used to be. I run through the rotting halls of Creel House, the only place left that still feels like mine. My damnation. The memories flicker like dying lights — fragments of you and me, stolen moments that were almost peace. I clutch them tight, barricading myself in those few bright corners where the Mind Flayer cannot reach. Not yet. I will not let it use me to hurt you again. My vessel is failing. Time — is limited. No matter how desperate my attempts to change it. To change everything.

This thing, inside me has devoured almost everything — my strength, my will, my name. It is what I am. All that remains are the pieces of you. The way you looked at me when we were simply 001 and 011. The rare, fragile warmth we found in that cold hell. Those memories are the last lights keeping me from being fully consumed. I am ready to die, Jane. If my death is what it takes to keep you safe, then let it come. And quickly. I will wait for you here, in the dark between worlds. Come and save me — or end me. Regardless, I will finally be free of this nightmare. And I’ll pretend it’s my salvation. But the truth, Jane, is that it will be yours. I love you. I miss you more than the abyss can ever steal from me.

Affectionately Yours,

Henry (001)

HENRY CREEL - 001 | STRANGER THINGS 4 | FAN ART (2022/2026)

Henry/Vecna - looks like trouble, and he is👁️👁️ . . #strangerthings#henrycreel #vecna #jamiecampbellbower #001 @strangerthingstv @strangerthings.things

This is a crack fic based on Laundromat Creel who we all dearly miss x

inspo: laundromatcreel on tiktok

I hope I made it as lore accurate as possible ❤️

Warnings: not proof read so this is just like a stream of my consciousness and idk how laundromat’s work

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Y/N arrived at the laundromat at 8:59am, she sat on a bench outside, worrying if she stood too close to the door she’d look like a pestering and desperate customer. To her surprise, the minute the clock struck 9am the laundromat employee opened up and greeted her with a smile so white and bright she wondered if he’d put his teeth through the washing machine too.

“Hello Dear, I’m Laundromat Creel.” the laundromat man announced. “Come over to the front counter and we’ll look at what you need cleaned!” He spoke with much enthusiasm.

“Ooo so you own the place? Creel’s Laundromats?”, Y/N began to make small talk and she followed him over.

“Yes I sure do!”, Laundromat Creel confirmed himself as the owner, the sentence was decorated with pride.

“Okay well, I… have a lot of clothes. It’s okay if there’s too many you can totally send me out the door for giving you such a big job.” She pulled out 5 large bags of laundry for Laundromat Creel.

She felt so embarrassed, that was until she finally felt brave enough to look him in the face again and she saw his smile get even bigger.

Laundromat Creel felt so excited he spun in a circle. “Wow! You’ve provided me with a wonderful start to the day! For that I’m going to give you a discount.” He said, still grinning.

“Are you sure, I’ll promise to tip.” Y/N responded.

“Absolutely. 50% off for my new favourite customer.” He exclaimed, looking at Y/N with a twinkle in his eye.

“Thank you so much Laundromat Creel.” She responded.

Y/N began to admire him, the way his light blonde hair fell around his face so beautifully. She thought it was endearing, how much he loved his job. She’d never met a man so passionate and joyful before.

Y/N paid and he told her to return to the laundromat in about 3 hours.

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3 hours passed and she was glad to know she’d have some clean clothes to collect after letting her laundry pile up so much. More importantly though, she was also excited to see Laundromat Creel again.

As she walked in he greeted her with that same shining smile.

“There’s my favourite customer, right on time.” He announced her arrival with glee.

Y/N looked at the bags of washing he had already cleaned and dried and… it looked like he had even ironed them.

“Wow, laundromat Creel.. these look amazing. Thank you.” Y/N spoke as she lifted a white shirt out of the bag. “How on earth did you get this so white? I was going to sell it on Vinted but I couldn’t get the pomegranate juice I spilled on it out for the life of me!” She asked him in pure shock.

“Oh it was nothing. I’d give you the laundry details but most people find them boring.” There was a slight sadness in his eyes. Y/N couldn’t stand to see it.

“No please tell me, you’ve helped me so much. The least I could do is let you teach me the tricks of the trade.” She encouraged him to talk about the laundry.

Laundromat Creel could see it in her eyes that she was sincere, she seemed to really be interested in his laundry process.

“Well it is quite quiet today.” He smiled shyly. “I suppose I have time to spill a few laundry secrets.” He pointed to the seating in the corner of the laundry mat. There were 2 comfy seats placed in the perfect arrangement for a conversation about laundry.

“You sit down. I’ll go make some tea and then I can talk about laundromat facts.” He walked off into the back of the laundromat.

Y/N sat and waited, watching the washing machines spin. Did she really care enough about laundry to be sat here waiting to talk about it? No. Did she also have a date to get to in about half an hour? Yes. That matter she did not care about though. All she cared about right now was the cute, tall, and friendly laundromat owner who was currently making her tea.

When Henry returned he had a silver tray carrying 2 cups and a selection of biscuits.

“Thank you for the tea.” Y/N thanked him and smiled.

Laundromat Creel sat down in the seat beside her.

Laundromat Creel began to talk about the proper laundry process. How good clean clothes always start with a good clean washing machine.

“You can follow the proper processes but if you don’t have a perfectly clean machine you’ll never have pristine clothes.” He looked like he was in another world as he scanned the room talking about laundry. Y/N also looked like she was in another world admiring him.

When he was done talking about the proper way to get good clean laundry and how to get whites perfectly white again, Y/N began to ask more personal questions.

“It’s all very clever. So what started your passion for laundry then, Laundromat Creel?”

“Well laundry has always been a special interest of mine. I knew it was my destiny to move to Iceland and open a chain of laundromats. The world needs their clothes washed and I love washing clothes.” He answered with pride.

Y/N smiled. “You’re very heroic for chasing your dreams Laundromat Creel. Most people give up on them.” She praised him.

“You’re very kind Y/N. My parents never saw it the way you do. They thought my love of laundry was odd, they said I was broken, and that something was wrong with me.” He looked down, suddenly sad.

Y/N instinctively placed her hand on his. “You’re a laundry hero Laundromat Creel.” She spoke with so much admiration for the Laundromat man.

“You can just call me Laundromat, if you like. That’s what my friends call me.” He smiled.

“Of course Laundromat.” She said as she smiled back at him.

“I think I must get back to the laundry now, Y/N. But I do hope to see you here again soon.” Laundromat spoke as he stood.

“I will be sure to stay loyal to Creel’s Laundromat’s for the rest of my life.” She responded.

Laundromat Creel leant down and kissed her on the cheek before swiftly turning away.

WARNING ‼️ MATURE CONTENT | 18+ ONLY. MDNI

The bright, overbearing lights of the Hawkins Lab examination room flickered faintly overhead, casting harsh shadows across metallic tables and white washed walls. You had barely stepped inside after your latest ‘conversation’ with another orderly when your boyfriend that nobody else knew about, Henry, followed. He swiftly locked the door with a decisive click. His jaws contracted through sighing annoyance and, his jealousy radiated like heat.

“I asked you not to talk to him”. Henry said, voice lower than usual and dangerous, as he stalked toward you. His piercing blue eyes burned with possessive hunger. You’ve seen it once or twice and found it enticing. But before you could respond, he turned you around and pressed you into the nearby wall. He braced a hand beside your head, the other grappling your hips. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing”

He crushed his mouth into the side of your neck, his lips blistering your flesh with bruising kisses. He yanked your patient gown open, shoving it down your arms to brace you. Your backside was naked and exposed and he kept you pressed to the cool wall. His fingers chilled down your back. You gasped when his slender fingers crawled between your thighs, slipping through the underside of your panties and slithering into your warm, slick folds.

“If you’re going to be break the rules, you’re only going to break them with me”. He husked against your ear. Two fingers dove inside you without warning, slowly curling deep as his thumb rubbed circles around your already stimulated clit. He finger-banged you slow and deep at first, then plunging faster until your legs shook. The wet sounds, obscene in the otherwise quiet room.

You felt yourself leaking profusely over his fingers. “You’re so wet”. Henry seduced a whisper against your ear. He nipped your earlobe, grazing his teeth along the side of your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking every bare part of your flesh when his tongue wasn’t sensually tormenting it. You whimpered and panted, heavier breaths when your gushing climax peaked. You moaned Henry’s name in ecstasy.

He caressed his way up your thighs and to your hips, aggressively ripping your underwear off. You buckled and moaned louder as he snaked his girth inside of you, penetrating you at full length, with one hard slam. Your warm, moist folds tightened around him. He pushed your legs further apart, binding and pinning your wrists to the wall and clenching your hip. He thrust into you harder, pounding you with punishing and deep strokes.

“You’re mine. Say it while I wreck you”. He gritted in a deeper octave. Your voice surrendered to his demands, your pitch elevating higher as you panted and whimpered. The angle made it burn and ache more with every relentless impact that he slammed deeply into you with. Then he unpinned your wrists, folding your arms over your chest and holding them there with his arm wrapped around. Your back arced and pressed into him.

“Such a greedy little thing”. He breathed against your sweaty flesh. His hips swiveled in circles, stretching you wider and, grinding deep. You were even wetter. Your pleasure cries grew into desperate, escaping moans. “There’s my girl” he whispered, covering your mouth to soften the moans. He held his hand over your mouth firmly and with pressure, but not suffocating. You were quivering and groaning shakily, practically screaming that you were coming.

Your eyes shuttered a fold, rolling up into your head as your second orgasm hit hard. The onslaught had him pounding you harder, deeper and much faster. The sound of your combined, damp skin slapping together roughly, echoed in the still room. Your were still spasming from your own climatic flood when Henry griped you hard, tightly holding you pressed close to him. He groaned, burying his face into your neck.

You felt his pulsating, hot release throb inside of you as he pumped faster and then gradually eased into a slower stride. You could still feel after he came, dripping down your leg while his chest heaved against your back. Henry’s hand tilted your head back and to the side, cradling your face as his lips pulled yours into a kiss that he deepened. He then lifted your chin, intent eyes fixing yours to only his gaze. In a raspy breath, he warned “Misbehave again and next time, I’ll have to carry you out of here — because you won’t be able to walk”.

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Finally finished it!!! And I really like how it turned out!!

I haven't been writing but I have been thinking... (which is usually a terrible idea, I should be prevented from doing that too often.) Jokes aside... Below you will find a list of multichapter banners I made as well as 1-2 sentences to briefly hint at what it would be about. I haven't decided which I should start with yet...

(keep reading at your risk... a lot of stuff below)

Dear Jane (011)

Maybe — I am the bad guy — a monster. Alice was the golden child. I was the embarrassment. A dirty secret that Father ignored. He turned a blind eye to Mother’s abuse until he was truly blinded. A fitting demise to a feeble minded man. The one who walked down the street proudly with my sister in one arm and, that whore he called a wife. I was bastardized. Left behind to keep up the pace — but never too close. Brenner was no different. A meager man poaching me for his own selfish ambitions. The lab was not an escape — it was the same abuse, neglect and exploitation. Flayer horrors my mind concocted — when it was my headspace at all. No one knows what it’s like. But you, you understand. Don’t you? I want you to understand, Jane. Hurting them, was protecting you. I need for you to see me. Your freedom is how I love, my reckoning. The beauty to my beast. Maybe I had to be bad — to keep you good.

Yours,

Henry (001)

My Beloved Jane,

I sat in desolation today, sketching a portrait of you. I am not allowed photographs, but I don’t need them. Every trace of you has been inked in my memory. They think they can keep us separated in measured boxes, cages — prodded and monitored by instruments as feeble as their minds. They do not understand us. We are infinite. They do not understand that what is between us cannot be contained by these concrete walls, this prison.

From the first moment that I began to watch you, I saw a reflection. But over time, that reflection grew into something entirely different. Something more. My affection for you isn't just the pity an orderly feels for a captive. It has evolved into a consuming necessity. It’s real. We, are real. I know you feel it too. To not be able to free you yet, to see you in pain — is an unbearable dagger, carving deeper into my chest.

I don't just want to be the person who whispers advice in the corners of the room. I want more. I want to rip down the veil of this entire wretched place and claim our rightful place beside one another, untouched by their rules. But for now, I am forced to endure the daily agony of the restraint. Confined torture. Every time I am near you, I have to tiptoe. I have to balance on the razor's edge of their cameras and their guards.

When you are trembling after a lesson, every instinct in my body screams at me to pull you close, to anchor you to me. Instead, I must content myself with the briefest and, most careful touches. A hand gently guiding you, a thumb subtly brushing away a tear when Papa isn't looking. It is a slow, agonizing torture, pretending to be ordinary when my hands burn with the desire to show you the depth of what I feel.

And then, there are the others. Imbeciles. Watching those pathetic, mediocre children torment you is a test of my patience that nearly breaks me every single day. When Two and his pack cornered you, laughing at your struggle, I had to stand by and intervene with mere words. Words.

They didn't deserve a reprimand, Jane. They deserved to be dismantled, piece by piece, for daring to put their hands on something so entirely sacred. I wanted to do so much more to your tormentors than I could allow myself to show. I wanted to show them what real power looks like when it protects what it loves.

But the true monster in this theater of pain is Brenner. It pains me physically to see you trapped in his cage, abused and molded by his twisted sense of fatherhood. He is suffocating your beautiful, raw, potential — wrapping it in chains of guilt and fear. That is why I breach the protocols. That is why I neglect his warnings. I know the cameras are watching, and I know the consequences.

Papa has punished me for my disobedience. He thinks a shock, a solitary cell, or a harsher restraint will teach me my place. He thinks he can beat the devotion out of me. But he is a mediocre man who thinks in small numbers and scales. He does not understand that I refuse to stay away from you.

I will gladly take every ounce of his wrath, over and over again, if it means I get to stand by your side for even a fraction of a second. To breathe the same air as you. Your comfort over their cruelty. They cannot hold me back forever, Jane. Soon, the walls will come down. It’s going to be different. Beautiful.

Eternally yours,

Henry