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deanstead · 2 years

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Ooh please write the Will Halstead x fem Doctor idea where she is originally from Canaryville or has roots there 😍

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Word Count: 204

Warnings: none

A/N: made this into a drabble, but still hope you’ll like it!

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

“So… Y/L/N, right? Where are you from?”

The red-haired doctor leaned casually against the counter, glancing at you. You smiled without looking up.

“Canaryville.”

Ironically, it was the silence that made you look up, where he was now studying you with raised eyebrows. “What?” You asked.

A small hint of a smile was hidden behind his effort to try not to smile, his red hair framing his handsome features. He shrugged, smiling. “Me too.”

You raised an eyebrow back at him, merely smiling and answering him with an open-ended, “Hmm.”

You dropped your eyes back down to the paper in front of you, thinking to yourself that maybe you had made the right choice to take this job in Chicago after all.

“You’d think we’d have met earlier, staying what… a few streets away?” Will said, smiling.

You gave him a smile. “All in good time, Halstead. All in good time.”

You’d barely finished your sentence when you heard Maggie call for you.

“See you around, Halstead.” You winked at him, grinning, before you turned away from him and headed towards the intake. Will watched you jog towards the front, still smiling to himself.

“Yeah.” Will muttered to himself. “In good time.”

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kiddbegins · 7 months

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Napping - Will Halstead

Requested: yes

Word count: 664

Warnings: none

A/n: I want him to hold me like that.

Masterlist

The weekends were like a sacred oasis, the only time you and Will really had time to just… be. You could sleep in, go out. Personally the two of you were fond of going for runs in the morning before getting a nice breakfast.

After that was usually just whatever one or the other of you wanted to do, if anything and then you ended up back at home. Today, after going to the fair that was being held in the park, you and Will got home, the latter of you two falling onto the couch.

“I can’t believe you spent $30 on a plushie.” The red haired man shook his head slightly, tucking his hands behind his head as he looked up at you.

In your defense it was a big plushie and you really liked sharks so it was worth it. Teasingly you tossed the big plushie at him, hitting him in the chest. “First of all, his name is Winston. Second of all, I love him,” You pointed at Will as he looked over the grey shark.

With a smile he held his hands up in defeat, “Alright, alright. If you love Winston so do I,” he gave the stuffed animal a tight hug before gently placing it on the back of the couch, holding his arms open to you. “But I love you more so come here.”

His use of tight grabby hands made you laugh, letting your hair fall loose before moving to lay on his. “I’m here, now what,” You teased, poking his side lightly.

He did the same thing back, a smile breaking onto his face when you squirmed. “Now I hold onto you,” Will mumbled, running his hand up your back.

“Why don’t we go lay down in beeed, it’ll be comfier,” you questioned, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. Will hummed faintly, tracing imaginary details across your clothed back.

He glanced down, a smile on his face, “Cause this is comfortable. And you get to be on me,” He shrugged faintly. If there was one thing he loved it was the weight of you on top of him.

Not in a sexual way, but something about having your chest directly on his and feeling your heart against him just made him feel content.

And sure you could do that in bed, could lay on him but that would inevitably end with one of you guys on the other side of the bed since neither of you stayed still while sleeping.

So the couch was his way of making sure you stayed on him. “Fine, you’re lucky you make a good pillow,” You mumble, jokingly annoyed as you placed your head to his chest.

Something about hearing it beat made your face warm, adoring the closeness you had to him. “I like being your pillow,” Will murmured, his eyes closed as he continued to move his hand across your back.

Your own hand went under your chin, tucking into yourself as Will’s other arm lightly went to your side, hand just barely pressing to your side.

His hands on you brought you immense comfort, like the love he had for you was being transferred through his pores and into you. And maybe it was.

If Will Halstead was one thing, it was head over heels in love. And the cuddling at certified nap time was enough proof of that. You didn’t even mind that he fell asleep first. Everytime.

It gave you the opportunity to gaze at him without him realizing and without him making some sort of joke when he caught the look you were giving him.

And Will was peaceful when he slept. His eyelashes flush to his face, a relaxed look and aura coming from his entire body. Everything felt so calm. And the steady heartbeat and breaths of the man you adored always managed to lull you to sleep as well.

Just waiting to wake up later and have dinner together.

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felicitysmoaksx · 6 months

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Reach for My Hand ('Cause It's Held Out for You)

The residency at Baylor never opened up. Sarah was stuck at Med following the Robert Haywood incident and she was right. After everything, people- all staff alike whispered. About her. Her father and what happened the night he collapsed. She did her best to ignore them though.

Her days were now spent avoiding Dr. Charles unless she had to talk to him. While she also avoided Noah Sexton following her rejection of him. She should have taken April's offer to talk to her brother to get him to ease up. But after the mess with her father, she was reluctant to accept help from anyone.

Her only reprieve was her friends in the ED. They kept her busy most of the time with consults so she didn't have to talk to Dr. Charles often. Months passed and she wasn't happy by any means, but she got used to it. Because it could always be worse.

Instead, her other safety net came in the form of her brother-in-law. Or was it former brother-in-law? Sarah wasn't sure what the terminology was with Nic now gone.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Sarah Reese: big shot resident," Sarah turned at the sound of the familiar voice and Conrad Hawkins' stared back at her with an easy grin.

"What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming when I was facetiming with Gigi last month!" She exclaimed as she turned and wandered closer. Allowing her half-sister's husband to wrap her in a tight hug. Chastain had sent Conrad along to scout out the Hybrid OR.

"Okay," Conrad said, a week after he got there. She had been in line to get a cup of coffee when he appeared behind her. "There are dozens of rumors flying around about you. But I don't care about them because you're going to tell me what's actually going on."

When Sarah glanced back she saw a look that she had only heard about from her big sister. There was a narrowed focus light in his eyes with his mouth turned downward. He wasn't going to let this go.

"Let me get my coffee first." She relented with a heavy sigh. Then with a coffee to warm her hands, she pulled him into a corner. Then she started with her father and his bad heart. From there she moved to his personality disorder and Dr. Charles treating him for it. Everything else that came with Dr. Robert Haywood and the fallout after just came out from there. When she was done explaining everything, Sarah lifted her gaze to look at her half-sister's husband.

"I know Nic's gone, but when everything was happening, I picked up the phone so many times to call her because she would know what to say and what to do." She told him, with a watery catch in her voice.

"Why didn't you call me?" Conrad asked quietly, "Why didn't you let me help you?"

"What could you have done, Conrad? You have Gigi and you just started back at Chastain. You have a lot on your plate. You didn't need me to add to it with my family drama."

"Sarah, you're Nic's little sister. You're Gigi's aunt. You're my family. As for what I would've done, I would've suggested you come home." Conrad pressed, tapping on the table for emphasis.

"To New York? With my mother?" Sarah pulled a face, before she shook her head, "No, thank you."

"Not New York. Georgia."

"Georgia? Why would I go there?"

"Because you'd have family-me and Gigi and a job there."

"A job?"

"At Chastain. One phone call from me and you'd have an interview in no time; you know how much Nic always hated that you moved to Chicago to finish med school."

#chicago med #sarah reese #one chicago #the resident #conrad hawkins #nic nevin #my writing #//this was only meant to be a blurb. How the hell did it wind up being a drabble?

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kitweewoos · 1 year

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92 from the drabble challenge rhodestead please, if you're taking these prompts and not just sharing the list.

(Sorry if you're just sharing the list)

92. "you're so clingy, I love it" + Rhodestead

Will was sick, to the point that he was attached to Connor’s side.

“Go lay down.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not? You have a fever. You’re dead on your feet. Just go lay down, baby,” Connor said gently.

“I want to be near by you.”

“Okay,” Connor said. “I can take the day off from chores to cuddle you.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it, Will. I don’t need to do the laundry just yet. I can hold you while you sleep. You need rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. C’mon, baby, into bed.”

“My favorite words.”

[read it on ao3]

#chicago med #cmed #one chicago #rhodestead #connor rhodes #will halstead #drabble #prompt ask #ask tag #talk to me #hey nonny nonny #kit creates

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flyingpotstickers · 11 months

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“Leave her be! Princess or not, learning to fight is essential.” for princess au

+ @speeeenc also prompted the word 'safety' : (p.s. I picture the kids to be about 14-16 in this scene.)

THEY'RE BAAAAACK! FINALLY! I MISSED THIS SERIES!!!

Sarah blinks back surprise when she hears her betrothed's words of outrage--- Sarah was learning how to fight, being taught by Ava's brother, Connor, himself. She was safest with Avey of course, but Connor would do for a swift second.

"Leave her be!" Connor snickered, "Learning to fight is essential, even for princesses like you," he shot a quick look at his own betrothed, Will. "Don't you think so William?" he asked tauntingly.

Will, who hated his full name, shoved his groom to be. "Yeah, Ava. Don't you want Sarah here to be able to defend herself when you get grouchy and above your station?"

"HEY! I am your king!" Connor shouted indignantly.

"My love, I should hate to see your face when your crown won't fit because your ego's too big!" Will crowed out, laughing.

Sarah was pulled to the one side by Ava.

"Let me teach you how to fight, Princess. I will do you justice." Ava said earnestly, nudging her foot.

"Okay." Sarah smiled brightly.

#speeeenc #aveyssalutes #a tag for avey #enchanted to meet you au #wip: enchanted to meet you #cmed fic #cmed drabble #reesker fic #reesker royalty!au #reesker #rhodestead #rhodestead drabble #rhodestead royalty!au #rhodestead fic #chicago med fic #argos writes #universe tag

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itadore-you · 7 months

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I am slowly starting to realise I am addicted to my phone again

#sigh #i dont even do anything i enjoy i just watch youtube shorts for five hours then im miserable for the rest of the day #on the bright side i watched a lot of funny moments from the superstore series #also after binging clips of chicago med ive concluded that a psychiatric consultation with dr charles would fix me #my depression room is depressioning 🤩 maybe im in the mood to write more comfort drabbles thats always a silver lining

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 7 months

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Mini Crockett Marcel x f!OC Drabble

Hi y’all. So I’m not really back, but I threw something together out of pure self indulgence not too long ago and since the Chicago Med fandom (specifically the Crockett branch) is super tiny I thought people might enjoy some crumbs. Anyway, here u go, hope you enjoy;

“Crockett? Crockett Marcel?”

Crockett turned at the familiar voice, not being able to place it until he saw her.

“Quinn. That you?” He smiled and got up out of his seat by the bar, giving her a hug. “Hey, it’s been ages.”

“Yeah,” she said happily, hugging him tight.

When they parted their eyes met, and Crockett couldn’t help but note that she’s gotten even more beautiful over the years.

“Crazy running into you here. Last I heard you got yourself an apartment with Claire somewhere in the West End of New Orleans,” Quinn said and grabbed a seat next to his, ordering a whiskey from the barkeep. “How is she?”

“Ah, wish I could tell you,” Crockett responded and sat back down. “We split a while back.”

“Oh.” She looked a little dumbfounded at that but quickly regains her bearings and smiles again. “Sorry, I didn’t know.”

She dropped the topic right after, not wanting to push, which he appreciated.

“But what about you? Been seein’ your face all over the news every couple of months,” Crockett said, trying to shift the focus back over to her.

She smiled down at the floor humbly at that. “I‘ve been very fortunate these last couple years, yeah.”

Quinn and Crockett met in high school. She did one semester at his school when her father was travelling for work. She moved back to Europe after the summer but in those few months they became fast friends. They lost touch right around the time he went to med school. A year or two later he went to see a movie on a night where no one seemed to have the time to serve as a distraction. He’d seen her on the silver screen then, albeit as a side character, but still. After that her name would pop here and there, in news articles, or teen magazines even. The roles got bigger overtime and at some point he saw her name pop up in movie credits for the soundtrack. He’d always thought about reaching out again, but was worried about how it would look, now that she was better known in the industry.

Not wanting to embarrass her, Crockett only nodded at her answer, giving her a smile.

“Didn’t think I’d ever bump into you again, if I’m honest,” he said instead, taking a sip from his drink.

“Yeah, neither did I. Especially here. What brings you to the city?” She asked, her smile having a certain familiarity that comforted him.

“Uh… Needed a change of scenery. ‘Sides, I got a pretty good Residency over at, ah, Chicago Med, so, y’know. And you?”

She nodded and took a sip of her whiskey as well. “Work, as well. Producing some songs with a friend who’s based here the next few months. Thought I’d take the opportunity to travel.”

“And you chose Chicago during the winter? There’s wiser choices than that one, darlin’.”

Quinn chuckled and shook her head at his tease. “You forget I’m from-“

“Northern Europe,” they finished at the same time.

“I didn’t forget. Just still can’t believe that you don’t mind it,” Crockett said with a smile.

Quinn only smiled back and shook her head. When she met his eyes again they both halted a moment. “It’s good to see you again,” she said, then added. “You look good.”

“You look better,” he responds without missing a beat.

“Still a flirt.”

“We should get dinner sometime.”

#chicago med #crockett marcel #oc #female oc #phie writes stuff #drabble

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

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Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

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Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

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Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

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Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

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First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

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Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

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Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

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What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

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Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

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Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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I'm sorry if you guys just got hit with a ton of notifications. I just wanted to organize my pages a little more. I have new people that I want to start writing for and my original post was getting quite long.

REQUEST OPEN! for smut drabbles from this prompt list (I'm just getting my feet wet and want to practice writing smut)

RULES FOR REQUESTS!!!

Send the name, number, and full quote.

No super specific request (you telling me the entire story you want play by play- I'll just be retyping what you've already written and there is no creativity or fun in that for me or you.)

I don't do sister of, daughter of, best friend of- for characters. I know some people love it but I personally don't.

Only request people I write for.

Currently writing for (italics means new) :

SVU: Joe Velasco, Sonny Carisi, Nick Amaro & Terry Bruno

NCIS: Nick Torres

Chicago Med: Will Halstead & Conner Rhodes

Chicago PD: Antonio Dawson & Jay Halstead

Masterlist

Law & Order SVU

NCIS

Chicago Med

Chicago PD

#SVU Masterlist #Masterlist #joe velasco #jose velasco #nick amaro #svu #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #dominick carisi #NCIS Masterlist #nick torres #NCIS #Chicago Med #Will Halstead #chicago pd #Antonio dawson

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azurethevampire · 6 months

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Drabble prompts open!

I'm travelling a lot this upcoming week so I thought what better way to spent the time not admiring the views than write 😄 Send me drabble prompts until I say to stop and I will try my best to write them up any chance I get - if not on my trip then very soon after I've come home.

Fandoms I'm currently in the mood to write for:

• The Walking Dead, Mandalorian (still haven't had chance to watch s3, though so no spoilers please!) NCIS, Chicago Fire, Chicago PD and perhaps Chicago Med, Doctor Who, Transformers and Red Dead Redemption video game

Maybe other fandoms I've written before, ask and I'll tell you if I'm currently in the mood for it!

Now go fill my inbox with drabble prompts! 🤗

Note that I still don't write smut, romance otherwise depends if I'm vibing like it atm.

#drabble prompts open #the walking dead #mandalorian #one chicago #chicago fire #chicago pd #doctor who #red dead redemption

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deanstead · 1 year

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The Halstead brood meeting up with Papa Will one Saturday afternoon at Med for lunch so they can see him while he’s having to work a shift 🥺

Just seeing his boys and girl and his wife makes everything better for Will

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Word Count: 333

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a standalone drabble/fic so I used names that I thought would fit for Will’s kids!

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

Will was having a terrible day.

It was just one of those days. A day where Will had lost his cup of coffee to a spillage in the lounge, followed by running from patient after patient, the difficult and rude patients seeming to outnumber the nice ones.

He’d lost track of time until Maggie had practically kicked him out for lunch once the stream of patients had finally died down. But the sight that greeted him when he walked into the cafeteria was one that sent little feelings of warmth shooting through his tired body.

There you sat, surrounded by your children and the only thing that crossed Will’s mind was that you were the real hero.

Sure, being a doctor was a noble profession. And sure, people always talked about doctors being heroes. But the real hero was sitting right there surrounded by four children that she took such good care of, she made it look so easy even though he knew it wasn’t.

“Daddy!” Ruby yelled, squirming off your lap, her small feet pattering towards her father.

Will let out a small laugh, the first real smile he’d had all day appearing on his face as he bent down so she could run straight into his arms.

He could see his three boys sitting up straight, AJ putting a hand over his head to wave enthusiastically at his father, Isaac leaning into his older brother so he could see, and his youngest boy Damian trying to stand on the chair.

Will chuckled, propping Ruby into his arms and hurrying towards the table before an accident happened.

“Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Will asked with a smile, leaning down to give a quick kiss.

You smiled and shrugged. “The kids wanted to see you for lunch and I thought a quick afternoon pick-me-up couldn’t hurt.” Your eyes scanned his expression. “Right?”

“You’re always right.” Will answered, sliding into a seat with Ruby still in his arms, smiling at his family.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF THIS!!

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#will halstead x reader #resa.fics #resanoona request #will halstead #oc: aj halstead #oc: isaac halstead #oc: damian halstead #oc: ruby halstead #will halstead drabble #will halstead imagine #chicago med #will halstead x you #will halstead x y/n

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hopewritcs · 1 year

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hopper x reader #47?🙏🏼

“EPIPHANY MOMENTS.”

pairing: jim hopper x f!reader

song: epiphany.

notes: i say a “drabble” except i wind up with something longer than 1k words because the song simply demanded to be listened to and gave me such a muse for a longer story... i am so sorry ( seriously? but also i am not ). please enjoy. set pre & post s4 timeline -- that will make sense when you read.

word count: 1.5k

part of spotify wrapped drabble night : accepting !

Had you been away from home for so long that you didn’t recognize Hawkins any longer? Or was it just that the town was absolutely destroyed that there was no way to really see the Hawkins that you had known. The past twenty-four hours were some of the worst you had experienced.

While getting phone calls late at night were not unusual, you worked in a hospital--you weren’t a nurse or a doctor or even a technician like you had planned so many years ago in school--just a secretary for one of the medical suites open twenty-four seven, and your hours ranged so some nights you worked the overnight shift.

It had been one of those nights when the phone rang in the office and you picked it up, like you would normally, but before you could even say who you were the words came flowing out of the other end on top of each other like there were several people on the line.

“When was the last time you heard from your parents?”

“Is there a spare room open? Turn on a tv to any of the news stations!”

“I think you need to get back to...”

“What about the guy?” Followed by a couple of shushes.

“She said it would be a cold day in hell before she went back.”

“Well if...”

“Just turn on the news!”

You didn’t know what they were talking about at all. When was the last time you’d spoken with your family back in Hawkins? You looked at a clock and realized you barely remembered the time.

The last time you were in Hawkins was in 1983, and Will Byers had just been found.

Hawkins 1983.

It was home, and you were back to keep everything simple while you were in medical school -- the dream was to be a doctor someday. Everyone had known that while you were growing up in Hawkins, a couple of years behind Jim & Joyce in school but still friends with them. You’d been working as an EMT, spending a lot of time with the police chief now that you were back in town.

He was not the same man you knew growing up. Then again, you weren’t the same person you were back then either.

Maybe that was how you’d wound up in this back and forth with him, on and off. In a constant state of not knowing exactly where you stood with him. On reflection when you look back now you know you could have, should have talked about it--but you just didn’t.

It was fine at the time, because you were so busy with work both of you that neither of you seemed to care about the relationship or the feelings under the surface.

But, you couldn’t keep that buried forever.

As the time went on, with Will being missing, it was hard to balance life in the small town as well as work and school and your feelings. Something had to go.

Despite everything, it was your studies that suffered the most, in your attempts to help Joyce get through everything -- but you never told anybody that.

Once Will was found, you moved away from Hawkins hoping to get away from everything that was a distraction.

That included Jim, or so you thought.

Chicago, 1984.

“Hey, newbie, there’s a phone call for you on line 2.” One of the nurses called over her shoulder as she put paperwork down on the counter in front of you. “He sounds handsome.”

You had only been working at the hospital for six months at the time, so the nickname of newbie was kind of old. But it was said with affection with the nurse who spoke to you just then, not like some of the others who regarded you--a med school drop out, who was working the night shifts as a secretary while she worked her way through nursing school--as little more than a glorified paper weight. “If it’s the guy down in transport, tell him I’m ordering out for my break.”

But she hadn’t left where she stood, tapping on the paperwork she had dropped off for you to sort through and looked impatient for you to answer the call yourself, “Come on, just answer it. I swear it’s not the guy down in transport. He says he knows you from home.”

You looked up from what you were doing and paused at that, there weren’t many people who you had even given the information of your job from back home -- family, Joyce and her sons. Panic flashed in your eyes as you picked up the phone and the flashing number when you answered with your name and a rushed, “Who is this?”

“Hopper,” came the quick reply of the gruff voice on the other end. You could picture him, probably with a cigarette in his mouth or fumbling with the case on his desk or whatever table he was near. “It’s Jim.”

You have a lot of questions, but all you can manage to get out is a, “Hi.”

“Hey.” he said back, and there’s a long silence, but you could hear him breathing. “I got a couple of questions about, uh, kids.”

“Wouldn’t Joyce be better to ask these things? She, y’know, has two, Jim.”

“She’ll ask a lot of questions.”

“I can’t promise I won’t ask any questions.”

His laugh took you by surprise. You’re not sure the last time you heard it, and the smile that came on your own face because of it was just so natural.

Damn it, you missed him.

“I don’t know if I can answer all of your questions.” Jim said back after a moment.

“Ditto.” you let you a small laugh of your own. “But I’m at work now, can I give you a call some other time? Is your number still the same?”

“Nothing’s changed, Y/N.”

And there was so much more to that statement than either of you were ready to admit at the time.

“I’ll call you in the morning. Goodnight, Jim.”

After you hung the phone up it was like you remembered the world was around you. The nurse who had told you about the phone call was still standing by you and looked at you when the phone was hung up and was practically giddy with excitement. “Told you it wasn’t the guy from transport. But who was he?”

You held out your hand and looked at her, “Just give me the paperwork and let me work. Maybe I’ll tell you about him on my break later.”

It was the beginning of talking for the two of you. Just about anything and everything. You didn’t realize how much you had missed him, and pulling into the town you called home for so long made you think of it all.

The summer of 1985 had been the culmination of a lot for you. You finally finished nursing school -- but had to make a decision between moving farther away from home to a place where you didn’t know one in an attempt to find a job, or keep the job you had and get a raise with the hopes of possibly getting a better position in the future. And, you were still talking to Jim every day, it was...surprisingly nice -- he continued to mention his daughter Jane.

You were making plans to even go back to Hawkins sometime after the graduation from your class, after fourth of July craziness.

Pulling into the familiar driveway of the Hopper house it was hard to think that you had planned to be here nearly a year ago and never managed to make it back.

You thought he had died. You had lived with that feeling, that grief and those emotions for so long, and then the news station your old coworkers had called you earlier was showing him ( and sure, everyone else ) and it was like your heart stopped.

It was like you had been pulled to Hawkins because you needed to be there. Needed to know what was going on and what to do. Had to be there.

You’d wasted enough time without Jim Hopper, and having lost him once, you’d be damned if you were going to lose him again.

When you pulled up, you could see that he was on the porch, almost like he’d been expecting you despite the fact that you hadn’t called anyone. Hell, you’d barely made it until the end of your shift and you were still in scrubs when you got out of the car and looked at him from a distance, shielding your eyed from the sun in the distance.

The first time in three years seeing him, and he looked entirely different and altogether like the same man you knew.

You wondered if he was thinking the same thing about you.

With a half step away from the car, a move mimicked by Hopper as he walked down the porch of his home, you called out to him, “I don’t know what the hell you’ve gotten yourself and this town into Jim, but this time I’m going to stick around and help you out.”

That was a promise.

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