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Oh my god at dead of night has a fandom.... Oh my GOD YYESSSSSS!
im watching caseoh's At Dead Of Night video and mf really heard the person he let out of the room scream followed by jimmy's devilish laugh and went "3 more chat" LIKE I LAUGHED SO BAD-
okay but i feel so bad abt the actual jimmy in adon : (
Watch "Disappointment Vine" on YouTube
Adon/F.A.N.G as an Angrily Embarrassing Kid 💢😣😡 and Sagat/sometime M. Bison as the Disappointed Faceplaming Dad 💢😠🤦♂️
Sagat's the Disappointed Tiger Dad and Adon's the Angry Jaguar Son while both F.A.N.G and M. Bison is doing Their OWN Things/Stuffs..
💢🤦♀️🤦♂️ (I Don't FUCKING Know What The Fragging Hell I'm Doing!!... Wanna Play Street Fighter/Other Video Games Cause It's Interestingly Intriguing To Me That I Wanna Play MORE Video Games!!!.... Also FUCK the "30 Limited Tags" Bullshit when I'm TRYING to Post some Things on Tumblr or Something IDFK!!!!)
Okay, I know this is new for all of you on my blog, but…
THIS IS ADORABLE! I love ADON so much, and I love this story!
I'm here as I lie in wait for you
Pairing: Harvey/Dr. Bose (implied)
Characters: Harvey, Dr. Bose, Rose Hall (mention), Jimmy Hall (mention)
Warnings: Injury, Major Character death mention, Jimmy mention, Rose Hall
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Getting shot in the leg with an arrow isn’t what Harvey would call a pleasant experience. Neither would anyone for that matter. Neither were the various stitches and tetanus shots he had to endure but anyhow.
And here he lay, back against the stiff bed tiredly staring up at the ceiling. The exhausted man was too tired to process the rage he felt towards his stepson. Little shit rigged a crossbow in his room to shoot him the moment it opened and Rose couldn’t even bother to utter a word towards the bugger. Jimmy had tried to kill him twice and she couldn’t care less. Good old Rose. Then, just as Harvey closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side, careful not to disturb his newly bandaged thigh. And just as he began to get comfortable, drifting off into a long desired sleep, it slipped away from him just as quick as it came from a sharp yet gentle knock at the door.
There were things that Harvey noticed about people, and one thing he noticed was how they knocked. Rose would bang on it with her entire fist, Jimmy wouldn’t bother- just barging in whenever he pleased, and Dr. Bose, Jimmy’s psychiatrist, would have the gentle and professional knock he had heard just now. So reluctantly he sat up rubbing his face with one hand to clear up his vision and wake up fully. Cracking his knuckles and stretching his arms out a bit while he was at it. Charles knocked again, a little louder.
“Coming!” Harvey spoke, accent thicker with exhaustion and carefully stood up. Hobbling over to the door and fixing his ginger hair to keep the little decency he’d had, and opened it up. To the one and only, Dr. Charles Bose.
“Good evening, Harvey.” the psychiatrist smiled, holding what seemed like a small dish. Looking down to inspect it a bit he saw it was a small lava cake, seemingly made from scratch, with vanilla ice cream on the side. The corner of his mouth twitched at the gesture. “I heard about the incident with Jimmy and thought I uh- I don’ no.” he lifted up the plate with the dessert a bit as an offer. Harvey took the plate gingerly and smiled warmly, though not too fond of sweets he was going to take it. “Thank you, Charles. I appreciate it.” looking back he bounced on the balls of his heels as he thought a minute, turning back to the other man standing outside his room. “You- uh- want to come in? I took some drinks from the bar and I can’t finish this by myself.” his hand gesturing towards the treat the doctor had made. Charles smiled and nodded. “I’d be delighted.” the two moved inside. Shutting the door behind him, Harvey hobbled awkwardly further into the room. Turning on the radio for an ambient noise, ‘My way’ by Frank Sinatra played quietly as Harvey placed down the dessert onto the bed. Bending down as best as he could to dig around in his cabinets just to finally settle on some cheap white wine. Turning to see Charles sitting patiently on the bed, holding the cake so it didn’t get on the bed. He knew the other didn’t like liquor all that much and only agreed to drinking out of courtesy. Which was funny- Charles loved sweets but hated liquor, Harvey didn’t care for sweets, but grew accustomed to the bitter taste of liquor. Preferably bourbon, however anyone who didn’t like alcohol as a whole would probably only be able to have a sip or two before refusing anymore. Harvey wanted the other man to at least not mind the taste rather than hate it. So cheap wine it was.
He fetched two small glasses he also stole from the bar and poured the drink into them, handing one to him and placing the bottle on the nightstand. Before sitting down he took an extra fork (he was used to having ordered food up to his room and there not being any utensils so they had been just lying around in the nightstand drawer) from the drawer, placing it onto the small appetizer plate then finally sitting down. Charles had been waiting for him to do so, only then putting down the plate of the homemade lava cake. Taking a sip from the glass in his left hand, he used his right to sloppily cut a chunk of the lava cake onto the spoon and quickly shoved it into his mouth so none of the oozing hot fudge would leak onto the bed.
Charles snorted. “What a gentleman you are.” he teased, using his own spoon to scoop a large piece plus a bit of the ice cream into his mouth, hand catching any falling debris of the food. Harvey rolled his eyes, mouth still full of the cake as he tried desperately not to make a face of how sweet it was. Don’t get him wrong- it tasted like Heaven on Earth but Harvey couldn’t even handle anything past one bite of cotton candy level sweetness let alone a rich fudge cake fully made of chocolate. Especially if he hadn’t gotten a scoop of ice cream to cool it down or mellow out the richness. He started practically dying from how hot it was and looked at if he were going to fall over- causing Charles to burst out laughing. Harvey finally swallowed and took a sip of the liquor, though it tasting worse while barely being able to taste much of anything from burning his tongue from the molten hot fudge of the lava cake. “I’m glad my suffering is so amusing to you.” Harvey grinned snarkily at the other man, Charles pat his shoulder. “Why thank you, best show I’ve seen all night. I’d pay to see it again as long as I don’t have to hear another one of Jimmy’s ‘jokes’.” “The frustrated cannibal threw up his hands.” Harvey recited, watching Charles with a smug look on his face as he took another sip of wine. Receiving a smack in return, he tried not to laugh and spit out the wine from his excruciating need to laugh. “I hate you.” Charles said nonseriously, taking another bite. “Is there a trend of making desserts for your wounded rivals? I have yet to hear about it.” Harvey cheekily responded, receiving yet another smack.
“You sure are a smacker.”
“Smacker?!”
“Mhm.”
“Who says that???” Charles chuckled, fist over his face as he grinned with amusement.
“Me. I say it.” Harvey then responded while puffing out his chest comedically, ignoring the quiet ‘smartass’ the utter muttered and taking another regretful bite of the rich cake. This time with ice cream so he didn’t have to experience eating fire again. “My, you’re corny. What does Rose see in you?” Harvey couldn’t help but let out a loud “HA!”, hand over his mouth to prevent any food coming out of his mouth. Caught off guard by the comment, though knowing there was no malice or proper meaning behind it. “Uncalled for!” “Is it though? Actually I take that back- what do you see in her?” “Good question.”
The two eventually finished their glasses of liquor and the plate of dessert through plenty of banter, now listening to the quiet tunes of the radio. “Just the two of us” now playing. Fitting. “Well- It’s getting late. I better head to bed now. Goodnight, Harvey.” Charles stood up and went to grab the plate, Harvey stopping him with a wave of his hand as he laid back down on the bed. “Nah I’ll get those in the morning. You get some rest.” Charles nodded and gave him a small wave, turning and leaving the room.
As the sound of the door closing sounded he immediately jolted awake. The hell? Harvey sat up and looked around, the empty room dark and the sun slowly rising. His watch read five forty three. Harvey sighed and slunk down into the stiff bed’s covers. Right. Charles Bose had died two years prior. Was he really that pathetic to imagine the old bloke bringing him up a dessert and taking the time to talk to him for fucking around and finding out with his stepson? Damn maybe he was. Harvey could only roll over and stare at the ceiling. Reminiscing in the phantom taste of the hot melted chocolate fudge he had tasted in his dream.
[He had to reposition due to his stitched up leg.]