A pop of colour
Pairing: Peter Ballard x F! Reader
Note: Peter is NOT Henry Creel / Vecna in this, just a friendly orderly
Warnings: none I think?
Summary: Y/N is training as a nurse in Hawkins Laboratory, but when the new orderly comes into her life it changes everything. He’s a pop of colour in the never ending white.
You had been an orderly at Hawkins Laboratory for three years when Dr Brenner gave you the chance to train as a nurse. You had always been smart and a quick learner too, so you decided to do it. The other nurse, Philippa, was an old and mean woman and all the children hated her. The amount of work and the hours of studying you’d have to do didn’t scare you off: you were determined to make it work.
You still helped out as an orderly whenever you could because the children were rather fond of you. A little girl who went by the name ‘011’ was shyer than the others, but also more gifted - which made her unpopular. The others, especially the older kids, were often bullying her so she’d usually sit next to you in the rainbow room and you made sure the others were behaving themselves towards her.
October 17th, 1983
You sat in the rainbow room with an anatomy textbook opened on your lap. The coloured drawings and figures within were a big contrast to your white skirt, the white floor, the white walls… Everything there was white, except for a bold rainbow painted across the walls. At least white looked good on you, it was nice with your dark hair.
Papa came through the door and walked towards 003, he asked whether he was ready for another lesson. His hair had grown grey over the years but he still had his severe expression, you wondered whether he ever smiled. Another person had entered the room, but you only noticed him when he was standing in front of you. His name was Peter Ballard, the new orderly who arrived a few weeks ago. Peter was a tall man and handsome man, his eyes a bright shade of blue and his blonde hair looked so soft and it curled ever so slightly. Whenever he was near you felt your cheeks heat up, he made you feel so… shy, and lightheaded.
You looked up to meet his keen eyes and he gave you a little smile
‘Oh, hello…’ you said distractedly and scooted over to make room for him on the bench. You had been trying to contain your emotions but the mere sight of him made you burn.
He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted you to give him your book. ‘Just a moment.’ you muttered and turned back to your studies. He playfully grabbed it from your hands and sat down beside you with a grin.
‘Peter!’ you scowled.
‘What?’, he asked innocently.
‘I need to study.’
‘Do you?’, he raised his brow and looked at you with a curious expression.
‘Yes!’ you scoffed and tried take the the book back from him. He was much taller than you so there was no way you’d get it back.
‘Let’s see…’ he said and started flipping though the pages with a focused gaze. You rolled your eyes ever so slightly but of course he had seen it. He shook his head with an amused smile and cast his eyes down again, a small strand of blonde hair fell onto this forehead. You sat in silence and watched him carefully choose something to ask you. You wanted to brush that soft curl from his face so badly…
‘Can you tell me… the name of this tendon?’ he suddenly asked and showed you a drawing.
‘That’s a muscle, and it’s called the flexor carpi.’ you said, you didn’t even have to think about the answer. He seemed impressed and asked more questions, which you all answered flawlessly.
‘I think… that you secretly have powers, like them.’ he whispered and looked at the children. Your eyes grew big and you felt the corners of your mouth curl up. ‘Either that or you’re uncannily intelligent.’
‘Oh… I would have found out by now… if I had powers I mean… thank you…’ you uttered, feeling silly for him much his compliment meant to you. The bend in your voice made it all even worse.
‘You should have a little more faith in yourself.’
‘That’s what I told Eleven yesterday.’ you admitted.
‘See?’ he said and blinked slowly before looking up from the book to meet your eyes.
‘Thank you, Peter.’ you blushed.
He said nothing in return but gave you a sincere smile. He closed the book and gave it to you, his fingers brushed yours for a moment and his touch tingled your skin and left you yearning for more. A dozen thoughts crossed your mind at once: how could you ever be with him? Papa would never allow it. And besides: Peter was just being friendly, he would never feel the same about you…
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More Unhinged Henry Creel Headcanons
would laugh at you for liking stuffed animals but would secretly have a spider one or one of those plague doctor ones or something
reptile person (not like a reptilian lmao, like a cat or dog person), specifically snakes and maybe iguanas
has a really weird hype song
prefers being a little too cold vs a little too warm (nO! he likes it cold)
would think you’re a punk ass bitch for liking seltzer water then tries it and becomes obsessed
if you came out to him he’d be like “and? wasn’t it obvious?”
meditates
HATES toes
more of a necktie than a bow tie person
neat freak
favorite mediums would be either pen, graphite, or colored pencils
not affected by gore, has done the Run the Gauntlet challenge and won like at least three separate times
cheats at board games
makes up fake rules for chess like “oh oops! your queen had a torrid affair with one of my knights and your king found out and had her killed! damn, sucks for you i guess haha”
likes tea over coffee
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no but wait. okay, okay, listen… what if, what if the Soteria wasn’t just used for suppressing Henry’s powers but what if it was also used to protect Henry from some other thing that possessed him — when he still lived in the Creel House with his family — and made him kill his mother and his sister back then? so the second Eleven removed the Soteria from him, that thing (whatever it was) was able to reach Henry again. and that’s why Henry went from ‘the friendly orderly’ to a murderer. and maybe Henry doesn’t even know he’s been possessed all this time? what if….
not saying the theory’s true but if it is, this deleted scene where Henry just sat like this, looking weirdly vulnerable (and lost?) after the massacre, would make so much sense. because he wouldn’t know what happened, what he just did. did it happen again? (after he killed Alice and Virginia). Jamie said something about this scene once during a comic con that he didn’t have any dialogue here and was told to just ‘crawl around’ looking creepy? I’m not sure if I remember the crawling around part correctly because I don’t currently have the video of when he said it (but it’s out there somewhere, you might’ve seen it or even have it). but I think he said they decided not to include the scene in the final cut because it was ‘too creepy’. but what if the actual reason they deleted it is because they thought if fans really saw what’s going on in the scene, it might be too obvious that Henry wasn’t himself? listen, I’m just guessing here. could he have done all of these on his own free will once the Soteria’s removed from his neck? of course. could I be wrong? yes. but my point is; who knows.
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A pop of colour - part IV
Pairing: Peter Ballard x F! Reader
Genre: fluff, angst, h/c
Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of blood and injuries (very mild)
@heart4peter
Read part I, II, and III here:
March 2nd, 1984
It was your day off, and you had been looking forward to it for weeks. You’d go to town or perhaps even to Starcourt Mall, you weren’t sure yet. What you did know was that you wanted to be outside of the laboratory, even if it was just for one day. You loved working there since the children were all fond of you - and Peter seemingly even more, but you wanted to see the world outside of the lab from time to time.
You put on a pair of jeans, a striped lilac turtleneck, and white sneakers. After grabbing your bag and taking a look in the mirror you took your jeans jacket and headed outside. You crossed Br Brenner and Peter in the corridor and you immediately noticed that Peter was bleeding. There was a cut on his cheekbone and one on his forehead. Your heart stopped for a moment when you saw his pained expression and the drops of blood on his white shirt.
‘Oh goodness, what happened?’ you asked.
‘Peter had an accident because of 002, I’m taking him to nurse Philippa.’ Dr Brenner said.
‘Why her?’ you asked, that woman was far from gentle and always annoyed with everyone and everything. You did not want her to tend to Peter, not at all. Not even whe his injuries were small and the treatment was simple.
‘Because you have a day off?’ Papa said with a frown. You glared at him, and thankfully Peter didn’t notice because he was looking at the floor - he seemed nervous.
‘Oh, no. You’re mistaken, I’m here today.’ you smiled.
‘Yes, I remember now.’ he said and played along. He knew that Peter and you were friendly with each other and he didn’t seem to mind. You working an extra day wasn’t to his disadvantage either.
You knew you’d get away with the lie: you always wore normal clothes when you went for a walk in the morning. The peace and quiet of the woods nearby made you happy. You noticed that Peter was looking at you now and he seemed relieved, you could tell by the little smile playing on his lips.
‘Come.’ you said gently and gestured for him to follow you, which he did.
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He sat on a table and watched you carefully while you took everything you needed. You felt his eyes on you and you smiled widely, he wouldn’t see it because your back was turned to him.
‘How did this happen?’
’002 became frustrated because he couldn’t do a test and he yelled, which shattered the mirror…’ he mumbled.
‘Right. He had quite the temper…’ you said and turned around to meet his gaze.
He nodded and swallowed, you didn’t know whether he was nervous because he was in pain or because you’d be so close to him.
‘Let me see.’ you said with a reassuring voice and walked towards him. You cupped his face with one hand and put your thumb on his cheek under the cut. You took your time to look at his injuries, but just a little longer than you actually needed. This time you were able to study every little detail of his face without him even noticing.
‘Is it bad?’ he asked and his eyes travelled up to yours.
‘No, I’ll clean them and that should do it.’ you smiled. After washing your hands you put some alcohol on a cotton swab and cupped his face the same way you had before. ‘This can sting a little.’ you stated, ‘Sorry.’
He hissed and clenched his jaw as he squeezed his eyes shut. You kept muttering sorry all the time, it was so difficult for you to do this. Hurting him in any way, even when you were helping, made you feel awful. You felt his cheek grow warm under your touch as he slightly winced. ‘There.’ you said and removed your hands from him. He didn’t want you to let go, he loved having you so near - the way you held his face made him feel warm and loved.
’Thank you…’ he whispered.
‘You’re welcome, Peter.’ you blushed.
‘But… Why are you here?’ he asked.
‘What?’, you felt your stomach drop.
‘You did have a day off, you told me last week. I only just remembered.’
‘Fuck…’ you muttered under your breath, how could you forget that… You thought for a moment but decided to say nothing.
‘Y/N?’ he asked, craving an answer. Could it truly be that she had stayed for him? Would she let her chance for a day of freedom slip away to tend to him? That couldn’t be… not many people had shown him kindness in his life.
‘I lied… I just didn’t want you to go to Philippa, that woman is a brute.’ you admitted.
‘So… You stayed, just to help me?’ Peter asked, he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. His confusion was so visible that it was endearing.
‘Yes.’
‘Why?’ he asked.
‘Because… I…’ you stammered, and suddenly your mind went blank. He was so close to finding out the truth… your heart wanted him to know, but it would be better if not.
He got up and walked over to you: ‘You can tell me.’
‘Because I care for you!’ There, I said it.’ you moaned, unable to keep it in any longer.
‘What? Why?’
You closed your eyes in agony, how could he still not understand? He just didn’t get how someone as lovely as her could care for him.
‘Because you’re special to me, Peter.’ you said and cast your eyes down. He didn’t say anything. Your eyes welled up: he didn’t like you the way you liked him… You let out a shuddery breath and started at your shoes. You had had imagined it all, he was just being friendly.
You suddenly felt a soft, big hand tilting up your chin. His blue eyes were staring into your soul, or at least it felt like that. A tear fell down your cheek, which he gently wiped with his thumb.
‘Don’t cry, please…’ he said. He felt horrible, he had made the one person he cared about cry.
‘Just forget what I said.’ you stated, regretting your decision to tell him. His hand was still on you, and you gently pushed it away - you wanted to leave. You felt so ashamed and couldn’t look at him anymore.
‘You know where to find me if you’re in pain.’ you said and left.
‘Y/N’ he called anxiously, but you closed the door and went to your room.
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