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.
I’m not sure what you mean.
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.
Huh? I think you sent this to the wrong person …………
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.
Yes, I be.
No, thank you.
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. ”
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?
Hey, Bryan. Are you busy? I’d like to talk to you about something.
“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.”
“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.”
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.
Everybody go home, this is my favorite soulmate au
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”
It got better
@bradleychadley: lol what
Bryan did believe Brad’s apology. He really did. He didn’t want to fight with the man, it’s why he hadn’t hit back. Bryan wasn’t the type to get into fights (minus that crap with Aiden and honestly only if he was really pissed off which was rare) and he wasn’t about to get into one with his best friend’s husband. “Apology accepted, Brad.” Bryan watched the man a moment before saying, “Asher loves you, you know? He does. I’m telling you this because you don’t seem to know that. Asher is …. the epitome of everything that is good and you know that he’d never cheat on you. He’s married to you, Brad. If he wanted someone else, he’d never decide on wanting only you. Yes, he did cheat on me with you. But we were in a relationship, and yes – a relationship should be treated with as much respect as a marriage but … Asher wasn’t mine. He wasn’t married to me. I wasn’t the person he wanted, and he realized that. I probably deserved it but that’s another story and completely besides the point so I won’t get into that. But Brad – you need to just … realize you have a good thing and stop fucking it up.” When the waitress came over, Bryan ordered a club soda and some fries. Brad just got a water. “He’s … I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this sad, Brad. He’s probably going to wake up with a massive headache with all the crying he did, and I don’t know what he’s going to be thinking when he does wake up, but you need to come and get him, and talk to him. Not fight with him.” Sighing, Bryan leaned forward and clasped his hands together on the table in front of him. “I’m sorry for always being such a dick, and I mean that. You won. He choose you. I have to learn to let it go. But Brad, you won. You can’t afford to lose now.”
Brad shifted uncomfortably under Bryan’s gaze, taking in every word he’d said. Bryan was right. He had been the won who had captured Asher’s heart, and all he was doing was screwing it up. She sighed, thanking the waitress when she brought his water over. He took a sip, sighing again and rubbed at his temples. “I’m — I didn’t want things to get to this point. I honestly didn’t. I hate it when we fight like this. I really hate it. I’m always … making things escalate. I dunno. I can’t seem to … draw a line, settle things, drop things… I just … always need to make sure what I say matters and … it doesn’t always and I need to realize that. I’m like my dad in that way. I need to change that bit about me, but it’s hard, you know? Changing something that’s practically in your blood.” It was weird. Brad wasn’t wary of talking to Bryan about something so personal. It felt .. completely normal. Brad frowned at the thought. Damn it, don’t start thinking that you might actually like the guy. “I don’t want to be like my dad at – Oh.” Then it clicked. Was that the reason Asher was so upset about him punching Bryan? Was it about his dad? He saw Bryan’s confused look and shifted uncomfortably again. The man seemed to stare so intently at you. Like he was giving you his complete attention … “My dad … he’s …. not …. the best …. husband? He’s .. He cheats on my mom, and he …. he’s abusive.” Brad could feel the bile in his throat when he said it. “And …. I dunno … I tell my mom to leave him and she doesn’t and I don’t know how else to get through to her but … I thought … I just thought … is that it? Is that why Asher got so upset? I mean, he said that he doesn’t even want us having another baby because I hit you and .. is he worried I’ll be abusive like my dad? Because I’m not like him, not in that way. I hope he knows that …. “ Brad trailed off. Did Asher think that way though? If he did, then Brad had really screwed up.
Bryan waited until Asher had fallen asleep to meet Brad at the diner just across the street from his apartment. He wasn’t surprised that the man had messaged him back, the man couldn’t seem to ignore him – he was just surprised he’d asked to meet him. He must have figured Asher was with him since he wasn’t home, and unless Brad was going to give him another black eye, he probably just wanted to talk. But Bryan didn’t want to talk to Brad. He had no problems with him, and yes – Bryan was a bit of a dick to him and sure Bryan was in love with his husband but still, Bryan could be civil, even if he teased and annoyed Brad all the time. Friends did do that sort of thing. Anyway, Bryan heard the bell on the door sound off as he opened the door, spotting Brad sitting in the corner looking out the window. The man looked incredibly sad. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Brad that sad before. “Brad.” Bryan took a seat across from the man, who’d jumped a little at the sound of his name. Obviously he was deep in thought, and Bryan wasn’t surprised. “So, why’d you bring me here?”
Brad had come back to the house after he’d ended up at Matt’s house, but Asher and Phoebe weren’t there. The only person he’d think of was Bryan, and sure enough Asher had gone over there. Brad couldn’t blame him, or be mad at him. After all, he too had run off to his friend’s house. Bryan had agreed to meet up with him so they could talk. Brad didn’t know if he’d apologize, punch the man again, or beg him to leave his husband alone. Even if he’d done the latter, he was pretty sure it would just be in vain. He and Bryan needed to talk. They just had to. All they ever did was have meaningless, insulting conversations, and Brad was tired of having his husband mad at him. It had even come to the point where Asher had told him that he wanted them to take a break …. it had really come to that and Brad hated it. He jumped when he heard his name, letting out a quiet breath when Bryan took a seat across from him. “I – I figured we could talk.” He sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I dunno …. I’m sure Asher probably told you what happened and ….” He sighed, he could feel an apology on his tongue, and he knew that he’d mean it. “I’m sorry, Bryan. I really am. About everything. But especially about punching you. I honestly never should have done that, and I apologize for it.” If Bryan believed him, or accepted his apology was all up to him. “I don’t like you.” Brad said right after, “But Asher obviously still cares for you and despite how I might feel about that, he’s going to continue being your friend regardless. I just have to get over it and let it go and let it be — even though I don’t like you.”
I am. In all my life I’ve never been as happy as I am being with Asher.
You tell me. You seem to know everything about everyone’s relationship. So you tell me, grey face.
Oh … You did?
That’s hilarious. A man who’s okay with trying to convince a man to leave his husband and his family is a good friend? I must have missed that memo.
You know what I hate more than anything? People who think they know your relationship from the outside looking in.