#jonathan frost

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Gutterball: John Frost x Reader

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

Summary: Your first date with John doesn't go as well as he'd hoped.

Companion piece to:

Bloody - John meets his soulmate during a bloody day in the ED.

All Work, No Play - You're suprised when John asks you out on a date.

Prequel to:

Flowers - John leaves you a birthday gift.

Ms Independant - Your history causes you to struggle when John asks to take care of you.

Such a Good Boy - John is confronted with a face from his past.

Our Little Secret - Ainsley traps John in a position he really doesn't want to be in.

On The Roof - John opens up to you about what happened.

You’re terrible at bowling, the worst that John has ever seen. He isn’t sure how you do it but you seem to gutter ball every single shot up the alley. The worst part is he can see how disheartened you’re getting, its in the way your cheeks redden, your shoulders slump you watch the ball hurtle into the divot.

“Bailey.” He says kindly. “Can I show you?”

“You know what? I gotta get going.” You say picking up your jacket, forcing your arms into your sleeves. “There’s a paper I need to be working on.”

“At least let me call an Uber.” He offers but you hold up your phone.

“It’s already here.” You say, untucking your hair from the collar. “Have a great rest of your night John.”

He watches as you walk away with a sinking feeling in his chest before he sits down in the hard plastic chair staring at the score. This was meant to be fun to be something fun, something relaxing to do after work. He hadn’t meant to humiliate you.

The next day after his shift instead of going home, he detours via your office. You’re working late, just like he suspected. He gets the feeling that this is what you do, drown yourself in the work so you don’t have to deal with the other stuff, the stuff that hurts you, confuses you.

 “Hey.” He says leaning in the doorway and you look up from your desk, your thumb clicking the end of your pen. “I messed up last night.”

“No. You didn’t.” You say with a sigh, sagging back into your seat. “I’m just not wired like other people. It was a nice idea but…”

“Not for you.” John summarises. “I should have asked-”

You shake your head.

“It’s fine honestly.”  You say, you gaze lowering to your laptop. John understands he’s being dismissed, that you’re letting him off the hook but the thing is John doesn’t want to be off the hook. He wants to spend time with you, to get to know you.

“Bailey…” He says softly. “I like you and I want to find something that works for us. Axe throwing, mug painting, ice skating…”

Your head tips up then and a smile crosses his handsome features.

“I think the rink might be open tonight if you can take a break from your paper.” John says, jerking his thumb at the elevator. “I’ll even buy the hot chocolate afterwards.”

“I can give you an hour.” You say as you raise to your feet, taking your coat off the hook. “Just one hour and then I’ve got to get back to work.”

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[you-got-me-star-lost-16]

Me: *wonders why I've got a sudden obsession with Dr Frost from Chicago Med*

Me later on: oh yeah he's traumatized that's why

[viviiiisc]

Hands That Steady Me

Jonathan Frost x Mitch Ripley fanfic :)

It was always cold in Chicago. Especially in Gaffney Chicago Medical Center. Jonathan Frost was from Chicago, but he never really adapted to the cold.

The hospital didn't help.

He had been working on a patient who had fallen, hitting his head and arriving unconscious. Alexander McClean. 17 and living with his 21 year old girlfriend. Frost knew it was wrong. He only knew about Alexander's situation because of the bruises. Alexander was peppered in bruises and scars, some small, some large. As soon as he woke up, Frost had the girlfriend, Sadie, leave. He needed to talk to Alexander. When she left, panic settled in Alexander's eyes. Despite being groggy, he managed to defend Sadie, saying he passed out. He didn't know Frost spotted handprints on his chest.

Frost tried his best. He tried to explain that whatever was going on, he wasn't alone. People can help him. People care for him. This didn't have to be how he lived.

Alexander left with Sadie anyways. He came back an hour later, only to die by slitting his wrists. They failed at resuscitation.

Jonathan never ran out a room so fast.

He ripped off his gloves, hand beginning to shake. His throat felt constricted. Frost heard Doris say his name, though he only grunted in response. He ran to the north stairwell, which was barely used due to its lack of visibility. Jonathan slid down behind the stairs, back flush against the wall. He tried to use the cold brick to ground him. His vision went swimmy, his head too heavy. He felt his hands clawing at his arms, trying to do something, anything, to feel normal.

If only Frost could've saved him. If only he could've convinced Alexander to leave Sadie, that this wasn't what a normal and healthy relationship was meant to look like. Maybe if he saw the signs, if Alexander was placed on a psychiatric hold, maybe he wouldn't have died.

His mind went at one hundred miles per hour. He could've ended up like Alexander. If he stayed with Ainsley, let her treat him like that. She was so much older. He was so young. Why had he made it out and not Alexander? It wasn't fair. None of it was fair.

His head fell into his hands.

What if he had-

The door opened.

A voice cut through the air.

"Jonathan?"

It was Mitch. John barely acknowledged him, just continued to pant. He grabbed at his hair, hyperventilating. Mitch knelt right in front of him.

"Jonathan, are you okay?"

No response.

"Jonathan, talk to me. What's going on?"

Jonathan just shook his head violently, trying to explain that he was fine, nothing was going on. He could barely get the first word out before a sob escaped his lips. His breathing became even heavier.

Mitch put a hand on Frost's shoulder. He pushed it away, attempting to back up further into the wall. Jonathan shook his head violently.

"No- no not- not now-"

Mitch regarded him for a second, his hand returning to his side. He took a seat in front of Johnathan.

"Jonathan, you're having a panic attack. I need you to breathe." His brows furrowed in concern.

"I- I can't. I can't breathe- I can't I can't-"

"Yes you can. Come on, copy me."

Mitch exaggerated his breathing, in for four, hold for four, out for four. It didn't work much. Jonathan stared past Rip, scratching at his own arms.

"Look at me, John. Three things you can see?" Mitch asked, trying to get Johnathan to calm down.

"Wh-what-"

"Tell me three things you can see."

"I ah- I see- the door? A uhm.. glove on the floor... uhm.. I don't-" Johnathan responded. He was trying. Truly. Even if he sounded like he had ran a marathon, still gasping for air. His chest ached.

"That's two. You got it, Frost." Mitch encouraged.

"I see... your stethoscope-"

"Perfect. What are two things you can feel?"

Mitch prompted.

"No I- I feel like my chest is being squeezed Mitch I can't- I can't breathe- Mitch I-"

Mitch shushed him, putting both hands on Johnathan's shoulders. He didn't push back this time, though he did tense.

"I know. I know. What are two things you can feel?"

Johnathan's eyes looked wild.

"You- You? Your hands and ah- my- I feel the wall. It's cold it feels- it feels right."

Mitch nodded, "That's good. Very good. What's one thing you hear?"

"I hear... wind. From- from outside?"

Mitch nodded again. "Good. Look at me."

Johnathan didn't even realize his eyes had slipped away.

"I feel- I still can't-"

"Can you follow my breathing?"

Mitch stared at Johnathan intensely, exasperating his breaths. Johnathan slightly untensed from under Rip's touch, though he was still shaking.

He started to feel his breath coming back, tears rolling down his cheeks less and less.

Eventually, Jonathan stopped shaking. His breathing evened out. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, pushing a steady breath out. Part of his hair stuck to his face.

"You're okay. John, you're okay." Mitch pushed a strand of hair out of Johnathan's face, prompting John to look back at him.

He stayed silent for a moment, before running a hand through his own hair. He felt his face heat up again, tears threatening to spill over the edge.

"Jonathan, you're safe."

Frost shook his head once, trying to make a quick remark. It didn't work. Instead a sob came out.

Mitch pulled Johnathan in for a hug, rubbing circles on the other's back with his palm.

"You're okay... You're okay. I've got you."

Johnathan continued to cry into Mitch's shoulder, shakily explaining the case he had.

"Alexander- my patient- he- his girlfriend was twenty one. She was hitting him, Mitch. I told him he could stay- he could get help- but he just... he killed himself."

"Oh, Frost. I'm so sorry." Mitch shook his head a bit, and Jonathan felt it in their hug.

"You don't understand. He could've been me. I- I could've been him. What would've happened if I stayed-" His breathing was becoming ragged again.

"Stop." Mitch urged. "You're going to get yourself worked up again. You couldn't do anything else, John. You gave him an out. Some people just can't be saved.

Johnathan took a shakey breath out, leaning further into Rip's arms.

"That doesn't make me feel any better." Frost sighed.

Mitch thought for a second,

"It's not going to."

Jonathan huffed.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

Johnathan leaned back out of Mitch's embrace and motioned towards himself.

Mitch shook his head.

"Don't be sorry for needing someone to cry on. C'mon," Mitch got up, extending his hand. "Our shifts over. Let's go home."

Johnathan looked at him wearily, taking his hand. As he stood, he almost fell right back down. He felt Rip's arm around his waist.

"Woah- Johnathan? You good?"

"I just uhm.. got a little- a little lightheaded." He shut his eyes, nodding. "I'm good. Let's go."

Mitch looked cautiously, but let go, leading them both out an exit in the staircase.

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this is something i've been working on! there's nothing written for them and it's my first fic

i love them sm they're so real to me

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Jonathan Frost

[lexxwithbooks]

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✍🏽: 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞

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[tiger-moran]

Some things I really like about John in Dark Secrets

When he’s talking to Maggie about her talking to animals, she thinks he’s just mocking her by expressing interest in that but we know he’s completely serious about him talking to his dog. John is not the totally uptight cynic a lot of people seem to think he is. (And Jones seems to be thinking yeah he actually is weird like that)

And he also talks to Dr Frost even though he’s dead. John may not always be brilliant at dealing with live people but he still seems to like addressing his thoughts at someone even when they can’t respond, and it shows that he does still view people as people even after they’ve died, not just as objects.

The way he looks when this guy touches him. He's fine elsewhere with physical contact with others including men but this guy is just so smarmy. He’s like eww

Him waiting to pick Sarah up from her first day at the school is just sweet

Him possibly trying but not really succeeding at keeping a poker face when he instantly grasps that Ben (the other Ben, not Ben Jones) is Selina’s lover. 

The way he looks at Mary Bingham when she tells him she wants him to come again and how his expression changes subtly; he obviously understands straight away that there’s some deeper meaning to her words.

And he does CPR on her when he later finds her buried under the newspapers, which is ultimately pointless but he does try to revive her which emphasises that even in a show where it’s a sort of running joke that the DCI isn’t happy unless someone’s been murdered, John does want to save people.

And the way he goes up the ladder to William and just the way he looks at him and holds his hand out to him. His whole demeanour there is just very kind, even towards a man who has done a lot of bad things.

[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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