#john frost

[bullet-prooflove]

Turning up bloody on the door step ( john frost / chicago med )

Tagging: @kmc1989 @switchbladeclub @itsspelledbyannca @define-lying @midnightrain42

Prequel to:

Such a Good Boy

The first time John meets you, you literally turn up on his doorstep bloody. The figurative doorstep being the E.D. You’re not injured but you do have your hand tucked within the chest cavity of a nine year old boy, fingers pinching together one of his arteries so that the poor kid doesn’t bleed out.

They spend 45 minutes working around you, opening up the area before clamping it so that you can remove your hand. It comes out a stained mess and unlike a normal person in the aftermath of hideous situation, you don’t gag or throw up. You calmly use the paper towels to remove the surface layer of viscera until you’re escorted into the nearest shower facility to clean up.

You come out with damp hair, wearing a pair of burgundy scrubs a size too big for you and shoes from the lost and found, each foot a different brand of sneaker. Your own clothes are sealed in a clear bio-hazard bag, ready to be taken into evidence by CPD, because the hole you had your hand in was from a Colt 45, the poor kid’s lucky he didn’t die from such a catastrophic injury.

It’s in the aftermath of the whole thing he finds you in the Doctor’s Lounge, you have this look on your face, one he recognises form the nights he can’t catch his breath and your hands are starting to shake.

“Hey, hey.” He whispers crouching down in front of you, taking your hands in his. “It’s just the adrenaline, it needs somewhere to go.”

You’ve managed to keep yourself controlled until now, put together, it isn’t until there’s nothing left to do that the shock of the situation hits you.

“I’m sorry.” You say clenching your jaw as your body starts to quake. “Medically I know what this is but my head…” You trail off helplessly and  he understands. He’s been through some traumatic shit too, he knows how it messes you up. “It feels like I’m unmoored, like the worlds slipping away from me, like I’m falling...”

He’s deeply familiar with the sensation, how the floor slips out from underneath your feet, how disconcerting it can be. He takes your hands, placing them on his shoulders as he looks into your eyes.

“Hold on to me alright?” He says softly. “Let me be your anchor.”

Your grip tightens on his scrubs as he leans in close, gathering you up into his arms, holding you steady. The scent of his aftershave floods your senses, an undercurrent of cedarwood tinged with lavender. You breathe it in, long inhales that fill your chest with oxygen, followed by similar exhales that regulate your breathing.

“That’s it.” He whispers, his breath ghosting in your ear. “You’re doing great.”

The trembling starts to subside and you can feel your heart thundering against his. The intimacy isn’t lost on you. It’s the closest you’ve been to a man in two years and it awakens something inside you.

“Better?” He asks, sitting back on his knees to give you a little space and you nod your head in response.

“Yea. Much.” You say, taking in another steadying breath. “Sorry I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Jonathan, Jonathan Frost. I work as a paediatrician here at Med.” He tells you holding out his hand to shake yours.

“Bailey.” You say, gripping his hand tightly. “I work Oncology underneath Doctor Washington.”

“Well Bailey, I get off shift in a couple of minutes, could I drop you off on the way home? Make sure you get in ok or at least find two matching pairs of shoes.” He says as you both look down at the sneakers your wearing, the one with the velcro strips and then the one with the actual shoe laces.

“I would really appreciate that Johnny.”

Johnny… Noone’s called him that in years, he likes the way it sounds rolling off your tongue.

“Just give me a second to finish my charts.” He says raising to his feet before heading to his cubby and handing you his coat to bundle up in. “Then I’m all yours, I promise.”

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[thena0315]

2025 One Chicago Event: In The Trenches

January 29, 2025

[bonobochick]

Dr. Frost and Dr. Howard* looking adorbs as Minions for Halloween. 🎃

Chicago Med ep 10x05

more, pls! 😊 they're cute and there are some sparks there.

*fixed that dupe Frost typo finally

[sun-ni-day]

[stellariders]

i will not accept that this man’s name is john

[lil-aussie-girl]

Okay, but Frost and Ripley actually being shown being FRIENDS is why I'm falling back in love with this show

[fanaticlizzie]

no idea if people were aware of this or not but it seems the one chicago crossover bingo page has turned into bingo for the next episode (i think it’s all med related, i’ve been refreshing it a couple times and haven’t had pd or fire yet)

link to play:

https://www.nbc.com/chicago-wednesdays/exclusives/one-chicago-bingo?utm_medium=show-nav&utm_campaign=chicago-wednesday&utm_source=showpage&utm_content=one-chicago-bingo&utm_term=dotcom

i may or may not be working on a fic 🤐

[starlitazaleas]

and if i had a nickel for everytime i've grown deeply attached to a character who has both the first name 'john' and the awful wombo-combo of highly neglectful parents + the experience of being groomed by someone they thought they could trust, i'd have two nickels.

How does this keep happening.

[littlebvtterfly]

I am begging for more John Frost content. Please? There's so much potential there. Someone write a fic where he's an exploited child actor and when he's free from his parents clutches he decides to help children instead. Where are the gifs and such? Please I need more him and this season in general, thank you.

[bullet-prooflove]

Such a Good Boy: John Frost x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

John doesn’t talk about his teenage years, he doesn’t like to think about them. He’s trained himself not to focus on the past but to dedicate himself to the present, to helping the people that need it.

But the past, it has this way of resurfacing. First through a patient in the ED, then a Youtube clip in the Doctor’s Lounge. He laughs it off with all the others but that darkness it starts to creep in, seeping into his pores, tearing at his soul. He reminds himself he’s not a kid anymore, he’s a man, one that’s strong, that’s in control and then when she walks in…

Ainsley Towne.

And it all comes flooding back.

The liaisons in his dressing room.

The pool party with her hands all over his body, rubbing in suncream before she spends the night touching him, tasting him.

You’re such a special boy she had whispered as her fingers slid underneath the elastic of his swimming shorts. Such a good boy for me Jonathan.

He still can’t stand the scent of Chanel No5, it makes him want to throw up everytime it infiltrates his nostrils.

The only reason it stopped is because the show did. She moved onto a new role and he was left alone, discarded like some broken, forgotten toy. It wasn’t until years later that he realised how messed up the whole thing was, that he’d actually been a victim of that woman.

You find him in the Doctor’s Lounge at the end of your shift, sitting on the bench withdrawn and despondent. It’s a far cry from the man you know, the one that’s always so open and energetic.

“Johnny.” You say softly as you kneel down in front of him, your palms coming to rest on your thighs. “What do you need?”

Your voice brings him back to the present, the use of that nickname. You’re the only one that calls them and it reminds him of cold Chicago nights, wrapped up in your sheets, his body tucked against yours, safe, secure, protected.

“I need to get the fuck out of here.” He says shakily, using the back of his wrist to wipe the salt from under his eyes as Ainsley’s laugh cuts through the opposite side of the glass like a knife. “I can’t be around her. I can’t-”

He cuts himself off because his hands are starting to tremble, his chest getting tight. His eyes meet yours and he knows you must see the weakness in him, the inability to raise up on his own two feet and walk right out of this hospital.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” You say, your hands clasping his. He clutches them tightly and the tremor starts to subside as he sucks in a deep breath. “We’re just gonna put our coats on and leave. No byes, no second glances we just glide right past. Even if she calls after us, we’re just going to ignore her and keep going ok? That sound like a plan?”

“You’ll stay with me right?” He asks you, squeezing your hands once more. “You won’t let me go?”

“I won’t let you go.” You reassure him as he holds on tight. “I promise I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

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[thena0315]

One Chicago 2025 Crossover Event

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

One Chicago Crossover Episode Description Screenshots Below the Cut

Descriptions found on Twitter/X for the One Chicago Crossover.

Source: https://x.com/haileyuptn/status/1878928595848192036?s=46

[1-800-imagines]

opening my requests up to more chicago one as i’m on the kick right now

new guys to write for:

sam carver

dr. mitch ripley

dr. john frost

as well as the usuals: will halstead, jay halstead, anyone else i’m forgetting

[stellariders]

as long as i have stellaride on my screen i will be sat every wednesday night for new episode. plus, ive grown fond of ripley, asher, lennox, and frost on med so they’ve got me sat on wednesday nights too.

[geniefrancis]

[legallyanxious]

looking at Dr Frost from Chicago Med RN like.. oh yay.. another traumatized twink for me to fall in love with and headcanon as mlm so hard that it alters my brain chemistry : )