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[thena0315]

2025 One Chicago Event: In The Trenches

January 29, 2025

[bullet-prooflove]

7000 Bingo Card Celebration!

I’m very close to hitting 7000 Followers and decided to do a bingo card to celebrate.

You can select a square for any of the characters on my list and I will write a story using the square.

The bingo card will be up continuously over the next 24 hours to make sure everyone in different time zones gets a shot.

As usual all fics will be available for Early Access on Patreon.

As this is an event for followers I will only be accepting submissions by my followers, that means NO ANONS. If an Anon ask pops in for a submission on the bingo card, the request will be deleted.

The Rules:

No Anons

You must be a follower of the blog

One Bingo Square per Character

One Bingo Square/Char per ask

When a character is assigned I will add them to the bingo card so you can see it.

If a Char/Square isn't working for me, the Square will be reset.

As usual check the pinned post on my blog to see who I'm writing for. I've added a few newbies recently.

Any questions just ask!

Donna x

[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 🤐

[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.

[figurelifeflirt]

Chicago Med season 10 Episode 18 Together One Lat Time

First off, let's not trust anyone else's opinions. Ripley's behavior is "ruining the season". Ripley is love. Don't you dare talk about him like that!

Frost, you had these minute tone changes in your voice throughout the entire episode. I loved it.

Lenox, we don't talk much but, I LOVE your freckles

Hannah, while I am a HUGE fan of her doing big complicated surgeries because it reminds me of when Doctor Becker(RIP) was also a total female boss in the operating room. Hannah should not have been in there.

[a-bored-writer]

My thoughts on the new Chicago med episode, in no particular order:

Did I miss the reason why Hannah doesn’t have sleeves rn? Why are her scrubs shaped so differently?

I feel like they’re setting Lenox up to be the next Ethan (rigid recent military discharge with an arc centered around calming the actual fuck down) and I’m not sure how I feel about that but I do think she has solid potential

I want them to replicate the early Rhodes/Bekker magic with her and Archer. Like, from the first few episodes, before it was even a romance

Where is Kai? Where is Monique? Why is Doris everywhere saying like three lines but they can’t seem to remember their recurring characters that had any significant scenes? Either give Doris some spotlight or forget about her

That was a ridiculous waste of Zach’s character

Frost is a solid addition, the banter with Maggie is gonna be a lot of fun to watch

Loving the Pavel storyline, not loving Daniel being single again. I truly liked Liliana and her dynamic with Dan

If they write Dr Charles off the show at any point, I do want them to bring Reese back. She left (partly) because of him, I wanna see her as his replacement for the ED psych attending job

Why does Maggie seem so irritated even at the start? “I really needed some good news today”??? Is the divorce arc still going?????

Hannah being superstitious about the crash victim (“maybe she heard her baby cry”/“or maybe it was just the electrical current”) was a really nice touch, both for Hannah’s character (her semi recent exposition about losing her mom and longing for connection like that). That conversation also perfectly exemplified her dynamic with Archer, which I’m also a massive fan of

Speaking of Archer, what happened with Sean?? I liked him a lot ngl, I was excited to see where that storyline went

I expected a “rising star” arc with Kai, maybe even with a little burnout, like they tried and failed to do with Elsa Curry (or something even darker, like an Angel of death storyline), so just not seeing him was so odd for me

Goodwin in scrubs! Seeing her as a nurse doing nurse things was cool, and her “I’ve been dealing with grouchy ass doctors…” was PERFECT (not to mention watching archer hesitate when he realized it was her)

Visually, and idk how to explain this well, the visuals on this season (and s9 tbh) were so…off. They feel cold. For lack of a better term, everything looks so clinical and dingy now, early seasons felt a little more…idk, artistic. It’s the same stuff a lot of Zach Snyder DC stuff struggles with.

Loving Abrams having a bigger role (for now) tbh, I really hope we get more of him

Ripley is one of those characters that I love the storylines of but I can’t make myself care about his feelings lmao

[academicelephant]

Spoiler Alert on Chicago Med s10e18

So glad to see Dr. Charles again, and at something else than shrinking for once!

Omg, I can't- Asher looks so much like one of my professors (except my professor is so much smaller than her, she's tiny)

I totally get Dr. Frost's anger with those social media parents, and I agree with him 100%. That's just not a thing one should do

That snake thing though, omg 🤭

Wow, such a good catch from Dr. Howard (both in terms of the diagnosis and the snake)

Dr. Charles is a human just like everyone else, I get it, but the way he got angry like that and just walked away... That was terrible. Really. I wouldn't ever want to hurt him so that alone felt bad, but him having none of it was like being abandoned. It hits me hard every time he loses his temper, but that- that was the worst so far

Oh no, I bet there's gonna be problems with Hannah treating her sister. I mean, it's not allowed for a reason...

Anyway. I don't like s10. It's just not what this show used to be. It doesn't make me feel good anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact. I tend to feel bad afterwards, even if there are moments that I like

[fictionalreads]

Chicago Med Season 10 Episode 11

Kidd and Ruzek

Apparently they’re gonna have a section cause I don’t know the med people.

No she has a point. Stop rationing info like she’s a civilian.

“You got this right?” “I’m a trained paramedic. Not a doctor.”

You still aren’t telling her everything.

LMAO Ruzek “whatever that means”

“With what?! A chest tube? I don’t have one of those!” Why are Stella and Adam the funniest part of this whole episode?

Bitch! He’s in pain! Stop complaining about him.

Okay move your mouth now Kidd.

Awe Becca and Jordan(?)! Best friends til the end! I hope.

Oh fuck of course the gas is leaking nearby.

Mouch

The way the only med character working on Platt I recognize is Maggie 😬

Trudy is not dying. I refuse to believe it.

Emergencies

I wanna know more about Frost and this kid he’s helping.

I hate that they’re about to amputate.😭

Why do I get the feeling Ellie’s mom is the burn victim? AKA a suspect.

Fuck I was right.

Miscellaneous

When you haven’t watched Chicago med since like season 7 but there’s a crossover.

This is about to be a very confused post cause I don’t know these people anymore.

Yes. Adam and Stella will be fine.

The difference between their partners is hilarious. It doesn’t mean one couple loves more, just funny to me.

Goodwin hasn’t been at work?

I hate the way they’re all talking to him like they don’t know him. I mean they probably don’t but still. I miss the old crew.

Man Severide don’t give a fuck about your hard drive! His wife is down there.

Becca is a genius.

Archer isn’t the chief of ED anymore? I don’t like this new lady.

[karihighman]

My two faves from med posting on IG stories (:

[thena0315]

One Chicago 2025 Crossover Event

[theclaralopez]

[windshield91]

Med S10E01 Thoughts:

The new Dr. Lenox is like Dean 2.0. When we first met him, military, blunt, and rude.

I'm on Dean side.

The new showrunner should reconsider the romance between him& Hana. Don't waste a great chemistry.

The "Co." thing seems like a way for Goodwin to not make a decision.

Pawel's story is the worst.

Hana juged Ripley based on his past. She shouldn't have.

Their relationship is so new. both allowed to keep secrets, especially one that big. I don't see them last.

Charles relationship was doomed from the beginning. He should take Goodwin's advice.

Goodbye Marcel. I'll miss you.

Ambars admitting another dr is right.

I like the new paediatrician.

I had hoped the new showrunner would bring a breath of fresh air to the show, but the episode felt typical.

[oculiaperticlausi]

"I ever tell you that you are a pain in my fucking ass, Frost?" Although, Dylan was probably one of the only people he allowed to get close to him after Maddison ditched him all those years ago. "I told you we had shit we were going to do today," he murmurs. "Do you not remember the things I tell you or do you just not care what comes out of my mouth?"

@brightstvrlights

"Yeah you might, never get close enough to your ugly mug to read it though," Dylan replies, his tone lathered with sarcasm. He squints at Asher leaning impatiently against his car, the bright daylight too stark a contrast to the comfortable dimness of his trailer. "What do you want anyway? I worked late and I was sleepin', you asshole."

[caramelt4me]

Secret. - Part III

(Yandere Idol X Kidnapped Reader)

Trigger warning: mention of self-harm, blood, substance abuse, violence and suicide

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Prologue Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

𝔸s you laid unconscious on the bed; a crouched Asher watched you intently. A mix of guilt and worry filled his azure eyes as one hand tenderly stroked your head in silence, while the other hand held yours – the fingers intertwined.

Your breathing was low and long, indicating a deep sleep.

One of the several side effects of the medicine he made you take.

He sighed, withdrawing his hand from your forehead to gently pull the chair close, as he took a seat on it – his other hand remained interlocked in yours. His icy eyes stared back at your asleep face that looked peaceful, devoid of any inner conflict or distress from before.

If only he could make you feel the same always on his own when conscious, he thought. Then he wouldn’t have to take the aid of a mind-altering sedative.

Each dose taking away a piece of the old you – but this was his choice, his ugly way to claim you whole – body and soul.

He didn’t want to erase the defiant look in your eyes – no, he cherished it all too well. However, he wished the feeling could reside alongside the maddening love he had infected you with. But alas, if only one could exist – it would have to be the latter.

Then suddenly, Asher’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His brows slightly furrowed, his expression turning colder by the second.

He clicked his tongue and picked it up to answer lowly. “I'm starting to think you have a death wish, Mr. Baek. First you get caught by Damian and now even a drunk maknae is too much for you to handle. Is that it?”

“No, I-I’m extremely sorry about calling again Asher! I do not want to interrupt your time with um—"The manager fumbled on the other side of the line. “But Nex suddenly woke up from his nap and caught me trying to wire his phone, he has locked himself up inside the bathroom—H-He is asking for you and threatening to take his own life if you don’t—"

“What’s the status of the other members?” Asher interrupted, asking coolly. “Did you manage to access their phones before you dropped them to their apartments last night?”

“Y-Yes, only Nex was the problem—I couldn’t find it on him, so I went back to the club this morning—but it wasn’t there, so I came back to his place an hour ago, and it was right there! —in his pocket—I must have missed it somehow—but then he—”

Asher scoffed coldly, in front of you, unable to hide his perpetual frustration with the incompetent manager.

He had once made a silent promise to himself to only show his good side to you, and nothing else. Perhaps, it still counted as long as your eyes stayed closed.

His blue eyes glinted with frost as he retorted sarcastically. “Are you telling me that junkie kid played you like a fiddle in that state? Have you truly lost your touch with age, Baek?”

“I-I’m sorry A-Asher—I--!” Mr. Baek’s voice abruptly died before Nex’s voice grew into a muffled shouting in the background - demanding the older idol to return ‘the stash’ he had rightfully paid for.

Then, the delirious maknae doubled in on it, threatening to ruin the eldest’s untainted reputation with his death— and let the rest of the world know what kind of an obsessive control-freak of a monster ‘his hyung’ was.

The blue-eyed idol sighed, rolling his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Asher had never heard a more pathetic, empty threat.

Unless the youngest had a two-way access from Hell, an exposé would be quite difficult to pull without a suic*de note or an alibi. Of course, both of which would have been easily taken care of.

Still, it was amusing for him to hear the usual timid maknae be so –brazen and loud.

Did he really think he could gain the upper hand so easily?

Asher stifled a cruel smirk, before he cleared his throat.

“I’m on my way. Make sure he doesn’t stop talking, Mr. Baek,” The blue-eyed idol said nonchalant, before adding dryly. “Hope that long tongue of yours is of some use.”

“Y-Yes absolutely Asher! I will—”

Asher cut the call before the manager could finish his sentence.

He then gazed at your sleeping face, knowing full well that you wouldn't stir until the next morning. Another reason why he would normally prefer you to take the weekly tablets – since they had a lower dose and came with milder side-effects. 

However, this time, it worked out in his favour – buying him time to deal with his…problem child.

Not that he needed more than an hour with Nex.

A soft smile played on his lips as he turned his attention back to you.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the back of your hand to leave a tender kiss. As he pulled away, his fingers lingered, tracing the lines of your hand before finally releasing their hold.

With one last glance at your peaceful face, he turned to leave – a soft click of the door echoed through the cabin shortly after.

---

The fluorescent bathroom light flickered, casting jagged shadows across the tiled floor. Another wave of nausea hit Nex, forcing him to his knees next to the toilet bowl. He clutched his throbbing head, fighting off the last remnants of a hangover.

His thoughts spiralled into a restless haze, and he could feel the cold sweat trickling down his brow. He was a mess—every muscle in his body pulsed with a dull ache that he knew was more than just the alcohol.

Withdrawals. Again.

The pink-haired idol cursed under his breath.

Maybe he should’ve just taken Clade’s offer, he thought, biting his lip anxiously. Slept with that pervert for double ‘the stash’—if only not for his damn pride.

But then, the little voice of reason whispered, reminding him that it would be useless too – since his dearest hyung planned to monitor them all.

Nex let out a frustrated cry—feeling like a prisoner in his own body as his bruised hands betrayed him –shaking uncontrollably, as he tried to hold one still with the other in vain. His heart began to race like an anxious trapped bird – pounding against his ribs with every beat. With a mouth drier than a desert and his throat parched raw, he could feel the withdrawals getting worse— his terrified fingers clutching his dishevelled pink hair in a futile attempt to calm his overstimulated mind.

If only he could get his hands on one sip of that laced drink, he had tried so hard to arrange for.

But, of course, Asher had intervened, just like he always did.

Then suddenly—

Knock-Knock-Knock.

The door rattled again, grating on his fried-up nerves.

"Nex, open the door!" a voice demanded. It was Mr. Baek, his tone laced with worry. He could almost see the manager’s anxious face through the thin wooden barrier.

“Don’t be childish and throw away the razor blade!”

Razor blade?

His mind went blank for a moment before his grey eyes noticed the fallen razor blade on the floor in his peripheral vision.

Right, of course.

The razor blade, he recalled in a daze; before he stumbled to grab it back in his hand.

He was in the middle of threatening them with his life, which seemed to have worked out in his favour—since Asher was on his way to his place, hopefully with his stash.

Could his hyung really be that soft for him?

Nex chuckled darkly, colour rushing to his cheeks – as he blatantly ignored the gory carnage around, that he had wrought inside the bathroom just to get the point across.

Broken tiles littered the floor, their white surfaces now stained crimson. Blood, dark and viscous, smeared the once pristine walls, creating grotesque patterns that echoed the chaos of emotions in his head.

His gaze flickered to his reflection in one of the infinite shards, that had shattered when he punched the mirrored cabinet before.

His eyes once bright grey—were bloodshot, haunted.

Was this why his hyung kept pushing him to quit? Nex scoffed weakly, a feeble attempt to deny the sobering reality creeping upon him.

“Nex? Are you still with me?”

Mr. Baek’s voice interrupted the youngest’s line of thoughts. “Please don’t do this! —Let’s talk, man to man!”

The pink-haired idol snickered. "Talk? About what? About how you probably bugged my phone already while I’m stuck in here? Or about how hyung ordered you to spy on all of us? Which one will it be, Mr. Baek?"

Silence.

What else could he expect from his hyung’s puppet?

Nex laughed bitterly, before his grey eyes had a cryptic glint to them.

“Say, Mr. Baek…how about we talk about something more interesting?” The pink-haired male casually purred. “Tell me, where does hyung actually disappear to every time we finish a tour? Does he have a secret family or something…staying at a cabin? A lover, perhaps?”

Silence.

“Who is she? Do I know her? Have we met before?”

Silence.

“Mr. Baek, you do realize I’m the one with the leash here, don’t you?” Nex sighed, idly toying with the razor blade in his bloodied hand.

Silence.

“Ya! I’m not kidding Mr. Baek—!!!" Nex was about to harshly blackmail the manager again, when he heard the door knob unlock.

Click. Clunk.

His grey eyes shot in the direction of the bathroom door—as it creaked open, revealing the familiar face of his hyung.

---

Asher ’s face was momentarily unreadable, before his icy blues met the maknae’s terrified grey ones – his unyielding gaze filled with silent judgement for the latter.

His lips curled into a twisted smile as he jingled the bundle of keys in front of the dumbfounded boy, making the youngest flinch and instinctively scurry into a defensive ball.

“Took me some time to find the spare keys in my car,” the blue-eyed idol remarked with a casual shrug, though the glint in his icy gaze was anything but friendly. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Nex.”

“Hyung...”

Nex’s voice wavered, barely a whisper, as he struggled to meet the older idol’s cold stare. Years of ingrained fear rooted him in place, his trembling hands loosening their grip on the razor blade he had been clutching. It slipped from his grasp and tumbled to the floor, landing near Asher’s polished shoes.

“Ah.” Asher bent down to retrieve the sharp object before Nex could. His experienced fingers deftly played with it, spinning and flipping it in a manner that was both effortless and unnerving. Unlike the horrified maknae, he handled the sharp edges of the blade with ease.

Asher’s lips twitched into a devious smirk as he chuckled. “I know a thing or two about these. Want me to show you how it’s done?”

“N-No!” Nex stammered, his voice breaking as he scrambled backward, pressing himself against the wall. His arms shot behind his back as if to protect himself, his frantic grey eyes welling with tears. “I-I’m sorry, hyung! I-I must’ve lost my mind—I swear, please don’t hurt me!”

“Hurt you?” Asher echoed, amusement flickering across his face as he crouched down to Nex’s level. He reached out, prying the trembling boy’s hand from its hiding place. The maknae flinched as the older idol inspected his bruised and bloodied fingers. A harsh chuckle escaped Asher.

“Do I even need to?” he retorted, his tone sharp and cutting. “And here I thought you wanted me to return your things.”

“Huh?” Nex blinked in confusion, his tearful gaze darting to the small pouch that Asher slipped into his hand. The faint weight made his breath hitch. His timid grey eyes dropped to the bag, only for them to widen in recognition and panic when they flicked back up to meet Asher’s cold, unreadable blues.

It was a packet of his stash.

Impossible.

Nex’s hands moved instinctively, fumbling to open the pouch. The addict was moments away from scarfing down its contents when something stopped him—a sinking realization that this wasn’t right. His trembling gaze returned to Asher, who stood over him with a sadistic glint in his eye, his expression screaming of a hidden catch.

“Y-You… you did something to this, didn’t you?” Nex stammered, his voice barely audible as he gulped nervously.

Asher’s smile widened into something more sinister as he replied, his tone calm and detached. “You’re right. It’s laced with rat poison.”

The pouch slipped from Nex’s hands and fell to the floor. Panic surged through him as he frantically wiped his mouth, even though the contents hadn’t touched his lips. His wide, terrified grey eyes bore into Asher, his disbelief mingled with desperation. “Y-You... why would you do that?!”

Asher tilted his head, his expression almost bored, as though the question were absurd.

“Didn’t you want to bring me down with your death?” he asked simply, his voice void of empathy. “I thought I’d help you out myself—make it as pleasurable as possible for you.”

Nex stared at Asher in abject horror, unable to reconcile the twisted kindness laced in his hyung’s words. His unease deepened as Asher casually slipped another pouch into his trembling hand. The weight of it was all too familiar. 

“Don’t worry, I gotchu buddy~” The older male said with a cruel smile. 

The maknae flinched, instinctively trying to pull his hand back, but Asher’s iron grip on his wrist kept him in place. Those icy blue eyes bore into Nex with an intensity that made him shudder. 

“Withdrawals can be a b*tch, am I right?” Asher sneered. “So, hurry up and take it. Or should I help shove it down your throat?” 

“N-No—I-I’m sorry, hyung! T-This was a mistake! -” Nex stammered, his voice cracking as he tried to plead his way out. Tears welled up in his terrified grey eyes as he bowed his head in submission. “Please! Please stop!” 

Asher’s smile faded into a thin line as he slid his other hand to the back of Nex’s neck. The maknae flinched violently, his breath growing shallow as panic threatened to overtake him.

Without warning, Asher grabbed him by the scruff like a helpless kitten, forcing their faces close until Nex’s terror-stricken grey eyes met his cold, piercing blue gaze. 

“Are you sure?” Asher purred, his voice dripping with mockery. “Are you telling me you don’t want to have it your way?” 

Nex gulped nervously and shook his head in frantic denial. 

“Great,” Asher said with a mockingly cheerful tone, patting Nex’s cheek with false approval as he released him. But his eyes glinted dangerously. “Then, it’s time to do things my way.” 

Before Nex could react, a sharp sting pierced his arm. His breath hitched as his bewildered gaze dropped to see the syringe in Asher’s hand, its contents pressing into his vein. Warmth spread through his body, an unfamiliar calm overtaking his trembling form. 

“Don’t worry,” Asher said softly, his tone eerily gentle as he watched the youngest’s shivers subside. “It won’t kill you. Just something to help with the withdrawals.” 

Nex’s wide, confused eyes darted back to Asher’s icy blues, which were now studying him with a cold curiosity. His panic only grew as his body grew heavy, his limbs succumbing to the sedative coursing through his veins. The maknae collapsed forward, falling into Asher’s cold, unyielding embrace. 

“I should’ve done this earlier,” Asher murmured under his breath, stroking the back of Nex’s head with lazy indifference as the boy slipped into unconsciousness. His voice dropped to a chilling monotone. “Killing two birds with one stone.”

---

Initially, Asher had planned to scare Nex off—just another round of their usual cat-and-mouse game. It wasn’t the first time. Nex, with his predictable desperation, was the easiest to handle. But everything changed when Asher overheard the maknae’s conversation with Mr. Baek. 

The conversation had devolved into a one-sided exchange once Mr. Baek spotted Asher lurking in the shadows. The manager wisely clammed up, refusing to divulge anything further about you.

But the damage was already done.

Nex’s reckless attempt to extract blackmail material confirmed what Asher already suspected: the youngest was the weakest link. 

Desperate and impulsive, Nex’s addiction made him a liability. Yet, that desperation also meant he could be shaped into something useful—a better, much more reliable knight than the old manager to protect you from the outside world.

The idea appealed to Asher, though he begrudged the effort it would take. 

Time was the real issue. 

Asher sighed, glancing at the unconscious maknae. His time was precious, better spent with you. He resented the hours this would steal from him, but a compromise was necessary. 

“Mr. Baek, a hand please,” Asher ordered, his irritation evident as he adjusted the dead weight of Nex in his arms. Though the pink-haired maknae had a baby face, his muscular build made him heavier than expected. 

The manager scrambled to help, and together they carried Nex to the living room, unceremoniously dropping him onto the couch. Asher sank into the adjacent seat, catching his breath. 

His phone buzzed, drawing his immediate attention. The blue-eyed idol’s fingers darted to his pocket, but his tension dissolved when he saw the notification. Just spam—not the home-security motion detector app. 

Relief washed over him.

As expected, you were still asleep. 

Asher leaned back; his gaze distant as he recalled dismantling the cameras months ago. They had been convenient, but their presence had hurt you.

Your mind—already too fragile due to being saturated with the medicine and his love, couldn’t handle the perceived invasion of privacy.

He hadn’t understood why it upset you so much, but he couldn’t bear to see you suffer. The motion sensors were one of the smaller compromises he would end up making. 

Because more was yet to come. 

“Cancel all of Nex’s engagements for the next two weeks and prepare the guestroom in the cabin,” Asher instructed Baek. His tone was clipped, his displeasure clear. “And make sure it’s quiet. You know how light her sleep is.” 

Baek nodded hastily but hesitated. 

“What now?” Asher snapped, his patience wearing thin. 

“W-What should I tell Damien?” Baek stammered. “I know that he’s only a leader in name, but if he finds out about Nex’s absence without a proper explanation, he might grow suspicious. He could even come here to investigate.” 

Asher paused, considering the point. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he replied. “Good thinking, Baek. Tell him that the Old man* got Nex checked into rehab. Overseas. Leave the mess in the bathroom; it’ll make the story more convincing.” 

Baek blinked, momentarily awed by the blue-eyed male’s quick-witted deception. “Y-Yes, I’ll handle it.” 

“Good~” Asher chimed, standing up to get to work.

He gathered the evidence—the syringe and the empty vial—and sealed them in a disposable medical bag. He then tucked it in a separate compartment in his sling bag, away from the unused vials of medicine and sealed syringes—something he always carried on himself in case there was an ‘emergency’.

The blue-eyed idol cast one last glance at Nex, his expression devoid of pity. This was just another calculated move in his relentless game.

A game designed to keep his most precious treasure, you, safe and hidden.

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@shadowytravelerlover

[moronkyne]

Guess who’s back with Redacted Headcanons

RAPID FIRE VERSION BC YEAH AHHAAHAGAGGGGG

➥ Smartass is/used to be an avid sleepwalker. Aaron is tired of the concept of sleep.

➥ Honey is always ready for parties/gatherings/get-togethers wayyy too early (ASD). Guy is putting on his shirt as they walk out the door. (…ADHD)

➥ Baaabe tried to sneak midnight snacks. Asher was stood at the door frame utterly betrayed.

➥ Milo won’t stop using air quotes when quoting specifically and only Asher. Only Asher.

➥ Freelancer likes to use these lil guys ᕦ( ᐛ )ᘎ or something like this ( ˘ ³˘)♥

➥ Geordi was Cutie’s longest lasting relationship.

➥ Lasko considered learning dream-walking magic so he could go back to his childhood home. He’s too busy, though.

➥ Blake is in the closet. Will never get out. He is in there. He is stuck there. It is glass but a foggy glass. Frosted glass. It’s debatable. He’s there, though.

➥ Asher still owns his old shin guards and cleats from when he was in middle school. They were black and green. Still has dirt stuck in the hooks and hunks. (basketball player Baaabe and soccer player Asher)

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Spoiler alert on Chicago Med s10e4

Miss Goodwin and Dr. Charles are so sweet

Okay, I feel sorry for miss Goodwin. It isn't a nice situation she's in

Not to sound too spiteful but I think Dr. Archer was very right to get back at Tanaka-Reed over the ultrasound comment

Okay, wow. I'm very glad the new female doc agreed with Dr. Archer! And that she's being almost... kind to Asher

Phew, thank God the photo frame thing was nothing (actually very sweet of the guy to go find a new frame to replace the broken one)

I'm so happy that both the cases of the dad with financial trouble and the woman with eye problem turned out okay

Apparently it can be of some use to have been a child actor after all

Omg. Didn't I say I have a problem with child actors? To be honest, finacial abuse by parents wasn't a thing I had on mind, but working during your childhood in fact is one of the problems I have with that

Wow, Dr. Charles looks nice in a suit

Please say Ripley and Asher are back together now 🤞