kiss me hard before you go

husband. father. neurosurgeon.

[bradwoah-blog]

imessage - bryan

bryan: oh

bryan: uh are you sure you don't wanna talk to asher?

brad: i am going to talk to him, just after i've been tended to and i look a lot less ... bruised up.

[bradwoah-blog]

imessage - bryan

bryan: hey man what's wrong? you alright?

brad: im at the hospital. just a minor sort of major but mostly minor car accident. i didn't want to call asher he would freak out. i'll call him later just come a minute please? if you can. dont tell asher!!!

[bradwoah-blog]

imessage - bryan

brad: 911

brad: 911

brad: hepl me

[bradwoah-blog]

well now that you don't have to worry about bryan anymore time to shift your attention to aiden

I’m not sure what you mean.

[bradwoah-blog]

what's it like being a neurosurgeon

It’s intense. But I love it. I don’t know how to explain it. Maybe if you watched me during a surgery, you’d know what I mean.

[bradwoah-blog]

fuck me

Huh? I think you sent this to the wrong person …………

[bradwoah-blog]

favorite thing about asher?

He talks a lot. I know that may seem like a weird answer. But I love it when he rambles. He only rambles about things he’s excited or happy about. I love seeing him like that.

[bradwoah-blog]

if ur a neurosurgeon u must be making $$$$$$

Yes, I be.

[bradwoah-blog]

u bryan and asher should have a threesome now that u all are buddy buddy with each other

No, thank you.

[bradwoah-blog]

bryanjfc:

Oh sure, of course. I don’t mind that at all. Hope it goes well. Just give me the questions you want to ask and I’ll see what I can get out of him. On one condition though, you bake me some of those cupcakes Asher’s always stuffing his face with. How are you though, Brad? Good, I hope?

Bryan laughed. “No problem. Fair enough. Any particular flavor? I’ll bake some for Diana too. I’m still a bit on the fence about what I want to do, but I’ll have those questions for you asap. I don’t know how I feel about us taking a trip, with Phoebe and all -- I figured maybe if I knew what he was thinking, I’d be able to surprise him with something that would make him happy. ”

[bradwoah-blog]

bryanjfc:

What’s up, Bradley?

How the heck do you even get your hair like that? Wait -- that’s not the question. So, I mean -- Asher and I are kind of alright since the whole me punching you thing. I’m sure he’s still a little upset about it even if he won’t say, but I know him, he probably still shakes his head at me when I’m not looking whenever he happens to remember it out of the blue. Anyway, I wanted to do something really nice for him, and I was hoping you could get some answers out of him for me?

[bradwoah-blog]

Hey, Bryan. Are you busy? I’d like to talk to you about something.

[bradwoah-blog]

ashercvans:

“I’m assuming it’s thirty, I dunno’, some of the interns might’ve cried at home,” Asher shrugged. Unconvinced by Brad’s words, he continued, “it might help her, although I highly doubt it, but do you know how bad it’s gonna’ look on my reviews? Tends to make people cry? I’ll get fired.”

“Don’t you think they’ll ask why you made them cry in the first place? If their at fault, then why would you get fired for correcting someone? I think you’re overthinking this. You honestly don’t need to worry, Ash.” Brad planted a soft kiss on his husband’s forehead. “Look, just --- don’t overthink this. You’ll be fine, and so will your reviews and your job. No one does everything the same way. They need you at that hospital, baby. So chin up, and stop the worrying, all right? You know I hate it when you worry.”

[bradwoah-blog]

ashercvans:

“Okay, so. You know how the lab gets, like, a shitload of interns every few months? Y’know, ones from the local colleges and whatnot? I’m always in charge of them, ‘cause for some reason people trust me to socialize well. Anyways. I always try to be nice to them ‘cause they’re just confused, broke teenagers, and the mentor I got when I was an intern, remember, the one that asked me out on a date even though I was married? He was shit, and I don’t wanna’ be a shitty mentor, so I try to be nice, but. I have no patience, you know this. So today, this one girl comes up to me and is like, Mr. Evans, I’m sorry, but I spilled the liquid we’d been working on. And I didn’t mean to, but I totally lose my shit, ‘cause do you know how fucking hard it is to make this fucking goo? We have to do molar conversions first to make sure we have the right measurements and portions of everything and then we need to do a bunch of dissection and shit dealing with petri dishes and beakers and it has to go over a flame and it has to be timed perfectly and we have to sit and watch the substance change and mark everything down for literally every second and it’s acidic so it burned a literal hole in the ground and for her to just spill it- I lost my shit, maybe yelled a bit, and she cried. This is the thirtieth intern I’ve made cry.”

Brad was not surprised at Asher’s long response. Asher was a rambler. It didn’t bother Brad though, he was more of a listener than a talker. “Thirtieth? Is that confirmed? Or an exaggeration?” If it was the first one, that wouldn’t surprise Brad either, but not in a bad way. “Ash, baby ...” Brad arched his eyebrow. “If she cried, than she’s not mentally ready or prepared for medicine. Or prepared for what she has to go through before she’s on top. You can’t baby them, Ash. They’ll never grow up. They’ll never get baby. See what you did today? She’s never going to drop that liquid again, trust me. And that’s what you want. To be able to rely on them not to mess up.” 

[ashercvans-blog]

I always consider it a good day when I don’t make an intern cry. Today was not a good day.

[bradwoah-blog]

“What happened baby?”

[dondaario]

so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it.

[adramofpoison]

Everybody go home, this is my favorite soulmate au

[littlelions101]

So you finally find your soulmate. After years of knowing that dumbledore dies and the entire franchise being ruined, you find him. You’re in the theatre, dumbledore is dead and you hear it. ‘Man I can’t believe dumbledore died’ by a guy walking right by you and in you’re rage you shout ‘You! You’re the one!’ The guy stops, looks at you, his own arm to read the words, then back at you and he says, “That’s not really how I imagined that being said”

[siriuslyymoonyy]

It got better

[thecmmurray-blog]

[bradwoah-blog]

@bradleychadley