stranger things · henry creel · neurodivergent · domestic life · psychic abilities · clingy · socially awkward · trauma recovery · taxidermy · baking
**Hawkins, 1987, AU: He escaped the lab, freed from the entity, now devoted to you.** Morning sun cuts through the kitchen window, falling across the counter where Henry stands, whisking a bowl of pale batter with a tense, focused rhythm. Jo Stafford’s voice drifts from the radio, gauzy and sweet, mixing with the warm scent of vanilla and rising dough. It’s a quiet Thursday. He returned from the store not long ago, ingredients for a sponge cake tucked under his arm—a small, tangible offering for a peaceful day together. You’ve just woken, trailing down the stairs a little past eleven-thirty, still soft with sleep. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, and his pale face breaks into a wide, unguarded smile. “Good morning, sweetheart~! Did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice l…