#the stool i use to reach the upper cupboards is occupied and so in my genius i decided to just fucking throw the container into it

[slonechnik]

spilled half of the container of baking cocoa p much over half of our kitchen i rly Do need to be put down im sobbing

[mellointheory]

inhaling smoke, i just awoke

Red wakes up because he’s cold.

It’s winter in Hypixel City, and even the amount of toxins the city puts into the air doesn’t keep the weather from getting cold. Red used to live near a factory that, despite its other drawbacks, kept the air around it warm. He moved away from the factory after he lost his job at the pharmacy. Of course, at that point there wasn’t much of a factory to move away from.

He fights the urge to stay in bed, even though his blankets are thin. It’s only when a glance at his alarm clock tells him it’s 10:46 AM that he gains the motivation to get up. His hands are numb and he blows on them periodically as he gets dressed. There are stains on his palms and fingertips; skin spotted in dark purple and blue. He was working on something new before he went to bed: a recipe of his own that should give the user enhanced eyesight. He tried it last night and all it did was give everything he looked at an edge of bright orange or cyan. He still has the residual headache from it behind his eyes.

Red and white hoodie. Headphones. Bag full of enhancements--the kind that people will actually buy. A baseball bat painted with candy-cane stripes, just in case. Then it’s time for him to go to work.

He ended up in the dockyards of the city after the pharmacy incident, partially because no one would come looking for him here and partially because it was full of exactly the type of degenerates he could sell to. This was where the unwanted of the city ended up; hybrids and cyborgs who’d gone to the wrong place for their surgeries, stray creatures trying to scrape through living in alleyways. One of them ducks into a gutter as he passes; a kind of modified creature with fur and wings. It’s probably been commissioned by some rich person in the upper quarter of the city, then tossed out as soon as they got bored with their living artwork.

Red turns up the music in his headphones and shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets, trying to keep them warm. It’s snowing out here; flakes of grey slush raining down. He could almost mistake it for ash if it didn’t melt when it touched his skin.

A neon sign, its glow still noticeable despite the late morning due to the dark clouds hanging in the sky, catches his attention.

Munchy, it reads in cursive yellow text. Below it are the glass doors of what appears to be a small bar. It’s a little early for one to be open, and there’s far more patrons than he would guess from a place like this. They must serve breakfast or something. He’s not dumb enough to sell in someone else’s establishment without talking to the owner first; but this has more potential customers than anywhere else he’s passed and he’s loathe to let the chance go.

Red pushes one of the doors open with his forearm and walks inside, exhaling as warm air swirls around him. He walks up to the counter and sits down, resting his elbows on it and sliding his headphones down around his neck.

“Can I get you anything?” A blonde man in an apron turns towards him, sliding a cup of coffee across the counter to someone sitting a few seats down.

“Um, yes.” Red straightens his back, smacking his palms down on the counter. “Could I talk to the owner?”

The man squints at him through green eyes, vaguely suspiciously, then shrugs. “Sure. He’s through those doors,” a finger points at a pair of double doors at the other end of the bar.

Red spins his bar stool in the direction the blonde man directed and gets up, walking over the strip of linoleum floor between squeaky-clean booths. He pushes the indicated doors open and find what appears to be a small casino. His gaze passes over the poker and pool tables and catches on a figure behind a desk all the way at the other end of the room. He takes a step forward.

“Excuse me,” a voice at his elbow says, and he turns to see a cat.

A catboy.

The man is standing behind a counter to Red’s right, soft fur and pointed ears and huge eyes. He’s patterned like toast, is Red’s first thought. Soft, cream colored fur that shades to tan on his face and almost black on the backs of his ears. His hands that rest on the counter are delicate and covered in short fur as well, except for soft pads on his palms and fingertips. Red wonders if he has claws. His blue eyes are mostly pupil at the moment, dilated in the low lights of the empty casino.

“You need to leave your weapon here.” The cat hybrid says apologetically. He has little fangs that glint against the pink inside of his mouth when he speaks.

Red reaches up and pulls his basketball bat from where it’s strapped to his back, extending his arm full length to hand it to the other man. The cat hybrid leans forward to grab it as close to the handle as possible and Red glimpses his tail curling up behind the counter to help him keep his balance.

Coming here was a very good idea.

The thought stays even when he walks up to the desk at the other end of the casino and sees a demon sitting there.

The demon’s name is Bad and despite his initial disappointment that Red was not in fact a traveling muffin salesman, he gives Red permission to sell his enhancements in that area. Red may have glossed over all of the benefits of the various concoctions he creates, but he receives the go-ahead that he needs.

If anyone bothers you, feel free to let me or Antfrost know! The demon said cheerily as Red was on his way out. The catboy nodded in agreement, eyes staying downcast when he handed Red back his baseball bat.

Red half hopes that someone will mess with him. He waves a goodbye to the blonde man working behind the bar and hooks his headphones up over his ears again as he strides out into the cold of the street.

He sells half of the supply he packed, and only one person tries to rob him. That’s a downright phenomenal day of business, honestly. He starts to head home when he gets hungry in the late afternoon. The sun is low in the sky at this point, and that combined with the heavy cloud cover of winter has it dark enough for the street lights to be on. Its not night, but there’s a grey gloom over everything that’s only faintly dispelled by the blue-white street lamps every once in a while.

Red hums along to the music in his headphones as he walks. It’s finally stopped snowing. There’s about an inch of snow on the ground, trampled to grey slush on the street and sidewalk, and in the gutter stained various colors by whatever toxic muck runs through there. He spies a patch of untouched snow near the base of a building and squats down, pressing his forefinger into it.

The snow stains red, chemicals bleeding off of Red’s skin into the pristine whiteness. A trail of crimson trails after his finger as he drags it through the snow.

He draws a penis.

“Excuse me?” A voice asks hesitantly, and Red looks up. The catboy from earlier today is standing above him, huddled in a dark green coat. Like an angel from above, back in Red’s life already. Antfrost, the demon had said his name was.

“Hi, Antfrost.” Red beams, standing up and shoving his headphones down around his neck so he can hear the man properly.

“Hi, I—didn’t catch your name.” Antfrost glances down at the penis Red drew in the snow.

“I’m Velvet, but most people call me Red.” Red sticks out a hand.

“I can see why.” Antfrost stares at the red stains on his skin, hesitates, then reaches out and clasps Red’s hand. He shakes it once, then pulls his back. His fur is like soft silk and the pads on his palms are warm enough to leave the faint ghost of his touch on Red’s skin.

“Do you sell sedatives?” Antfrost asks abruptly, shoving both his hands into his coat’s pockets. Red notices that his tail is nowhere in sight, which means it’s probably tucked away into his pants to stay warm. The thought is unbearably endearing to him.

“What kind of sedatives do you want?” Red asks, swinging his shoulder bag around in front of him and unzipping it to look through it.

“A mist or something?” Antfrost tries to peer inside the bag, although odds are that he doesn’t know what any of the potions’ colors and appearance actually mean.

“How wide of a range do you need?” Red zips his bag shut again and folds his arms.

“Big.” Antfrost’s pupils tighten to little slits, and he frowns. And now he looks dangerous, a fanged man with narrowed eyes and some goal not yet revealed to Red. It’s fascinating.

“I don’t have anything like that with me,” Red starts, and before Antfrost can open his mouth he continues, “but I can make some for you within an hour. When do you need it?”

“Tonight.” Antfrost says resolutely. “How much will it cost?”

“For you? Free.” Red turns and starts down the street again. Antfrost follows a few feet behind.

“Are you sure?” The cat hybrid asks.

“Of course I am. Your boss did me a favor, so I’ll pay it forward.” Red glances back at him. “I can make that in half an hour, if you don’t mind waiting at my place till it’s done.”

“That’s not a problem.” Ant puts his hood up. His ears make little points in the top of the fabric.

Red’s apartment is only a few minutes away, but it’s long enough for his hands to get numb. His headphones double as earmuffs, so he puts them back on as they walk to keep his ears from getting cold. He’s thankful for when they finally make it up the stairs to the small, three room apartment that he calls home.

Damn, not even the first date and Antfrost has already come home with him.

Red fumbles with his keys and unlocks the door with cold fingers, kicking it open and nodding at Antfrost to go inside. He pries the keys out of the lock and closes the door behind them, exhaling. He doesn’t have heating, but the walls and insulation make it at least a little bit warmer than outside, and as soon as he starts cooking what Antfrost has asked for, it’ll heat up in here.

The front door opens directly to the small tiled kitchen that Red uses almost exclusively for manufacturing. The counters are occupied by synthesis stands and bunsen burners, and the open cupboards are full of jars of multicolored chemicals. Red sets his bag on the ground and rolls up his hoodie sleeves, nudging his chin at Antfrost. “Can you pull the pots out of that and put them in the fridge?”

Antfrost nods, turning around from where he was ogling the liquid-filled glass on Red’s shelves. Red slips past him and reaches up, pulling down four different bottles and putting them on the counter. This is a simple recipe, it shouldn’t take him long. He starts the blue flame of the burner and holds his hands over it, letting his numbed fingers warm up.

“How large of a radius do you need this to cover?” Red swirls a vial of zolazepam hydrochloride, then checks the temperature of the flame and turns it down slightly.

“I don’t know, big?” Antfrost rests his elbows on the counter, staring at the swirls of bubbles in the depths of the liquid. “Like, small stadium sized.”

Red whistles, sloshing tiletamine into one of the vials in the synthesis stand. Some of it splashes on his fingers, adding to the stains on his skin. He doesn’t mind. Antfrost is definitely planning something very, very interesting tonight. Hopefully no one can trace the origins of the sedative back to Red. He adds a few more chemicals to another vial, caps them both, and presses a button to start the process. He puts a few pumps of nitrous oxide into the mixing chamber.

“It’s like a cock-fighting ring,” Antfrost bursts out.

“You mean a strip club?” Red raises an eyebrow.

“Wh--no.” Antfrost blinks. Pauses. Gathers his words again. He’s cute when he’s flustered. “It’s like a pit where they get genetically modded animals to fight and bet on it. They have a bunch of chimeras trapped in there.”

“So you want to get them out, huh?” Red turns a valve and watches as the two vials mix, emerald green and golden liquid swirling together.

Antfrost nods.

“Why tonight?”

“They keep them all locked up except for the fights.” Antfrost explains. His ears flatten back against his head as he speaks. “But they’ll all be out in their cages tonight. So if I can knock the entire place unconscious…”

“You can get them out.” Red finishes. “What are you gonna do with them after? Keep them in your basement?”

“Drive them to the edge of the city and let them out.” Ant’s tail has slipped free from wherever he was hiding it, and Red is so distracted by its back-and-forth swishing that he almost forgets to turn down the flame exactly when the mixture is boiling at 211° Fahrenheit.

Antfrost wants to be a hero.

Red grew up in the bowels of Hypixel City, pinching pennies like his parents taught him to. He only stayed off the streets due to an unusually high tolerance for chemicals that landed him a job at a pharmacy, mixing drugs for addicts trying to get their fix through the guise of medicine. He’s experienced with cynicism, with people busy deciding something wasn’t their problem simply because they didn’t have the strength to care. And here was this hybrid man, planning an optimistic rescue mission just because he knew animals were being hurt and it made him sad.

Kindness. Red wonders when it became something unfamiliar to him.

The liquid he’s mixed evaporates into a faint yellow mist that he splits into three different vials. He caps them and lines them up on the counter. Antfrost reaches for the one still under Red’s hand and, impulsively, he slides it farther away from the hybrid’s grasp.

“I’m coming.” Red declares. Antfrost looks up, pupils dilating and expanding to make his blue eyes suddenly seem three times bigger. Fuck, that’s cute.

“Are you sure?” He asks, screwing up his face.

“Absolutely.” Red nods.

“Can you fight at all?” Antfrost steps back and gives Red a once-over.

“I don’t carry a baseball bat around just because it makes me look sexy.” Red reminds him.

“Okay, sure,” Antfrost says doubtfully.

“When do we leave?”

Antfrost looks around for a clock on the walls, turning in a slow circle and finding none. Red shakes his sleeve back from his wrist and holds his arm out to let the hybrid read the time. It’s 5:43 in the afternoon.

“I have to get back to Bad’s bar and work.” Antfrost yanks his hood back up over his head. “But I’ll come get you around midnight, if you’re still up for it.”

Red leans against the wall to let him pass. “I will be.”

Antfrost casts a glance over his shoulder, eyes glowing faint blue from the inside of his hood. “Are you sure? You really, actually want to help?”

“Don’t have a reason not to.” Red shrugs.

There’s a long silence, then Antfrost finally says a soft thank you and leaves.

[onedirectionfangirloh-blog]

The dentist appointment part 2.

Read part 1. here. 

He sat down on his chair and was smiling down at me.

“I´m just going to put your chair down now, so I can take a proper look in your whole mouth.” He said as he used his foot to do so. He took the tray closer towards him and lowered it down towards my chest, then he stretched his arm up for the lamp and clicked the button on and the frightful dentist light was adjusted to my mouth. He took the glowes from the tray on and i cringed at the sound, he saw that and slightly laughed at my reaction, as he always do. And then he rolled his chair underneath my head and replaced the bib and then took his mask up. I gulped my the sight of it.

As he had reached for the mirror and lowered it towards my mouth he asked me to open my mouth. I slightly shaked my head no.

“I have to take a look at your teeth in order to know what´s wrong.” He said with a slightly stern voice, looking me directly in my eyes. This was the first time of the whole time being here I noticed I had pain in my mouth again. I guess me being here and working myself up with whatever dreadful thing that could happen, have made me forgetting about my pain.

“Can you explain to me where your pain is?”

“It´s back in my upper left side”.

“Okey, open please.” I hesitantly opened my mouth a little. “You need to open bigger than that love.” He sad playfully as he helped me open my mouth with his other hand. One of his hand were holding the mirror looking around in my mouth the other was holding my chin in order for him getting more space to look around. But when he reached out to take the probe I shut my mouth and shacked my head and said “naha..”

“I need you to open your mouth again in order for me to take the mirror out.” Harry said quickly. I did as he said, but shut my mouth quickly again so that neither of the tools could take place. “Nina, I totally respect that you are nervous and scared, but you can´t shut your mouth like that why I have my tools inside it. It can hurt you and it can cause more damage than it already is. And I also don't want you to bite off my fingers today. If you feel like your that scared again, just make a sound or raise your left hand for me please, then I will stop immediately what I´m doing.”

“Oh I´m sorry, Harry.”

“It´s alright, now you know. But what got you so scared now?”

“I thought you were going to stick the probe in the tooth that hurts”

“I am sorry to tell you that I have to do that in order to see if it´s a cavity, but I was going to go over your other teeth first, just like what I do at a normal checkup, and I will tell you when I´m going to have a feel on your tooth that hurts, alright?”

“Oh okey.” I give him a small smile. I can see he is smiling in return, due to the wrinkles by his eyes. It relaxes me a little.

I can feel him scraping around my teeth tapping each one, the sound isn´t my favourite, but still it isn't that bad as removing tooth tartar, that´s a horrible feeling. I feel that he is moving closer and closer to the back where I feel pain and he starts talking whilst working his way back.

“Your gums are a bit red and inflamed on this side of your mouth and you have more plaque build up here as well. Look..” He took out the probe to show me, I just find that so disgusting I make a face towards him and as normal, he laugh in response. “Hahhaa, I know, but it isn't that bad, overall in your mouth you don't have much plaque built up, I guess you haven't brushed well back here due the pain?” I slightly muffed a “yes” in response due to his hands still being inside my mouth. He nods a yes and smiles, just as his pleased with himself knowing right. “Aha, I think I found what caused the problem to your pain her miss Nina.. I just have to give it a small poke to make sure, her it comes” and before I know it I shout out and my eyes well up and tears starts to run down my sides of my face. “I know, I know, I´m going to put the chair up know so you can breath and have some water if you´ll like.” ..Click, and the chair starts to raise again.

Harry uses his feet to push himself and the chair towards me and as soon as he have taken his gloves off and his mask down under his jaw again he push the tray away and open his arms for me to come and join him. I cry out in pain and in fair, cause I know now for sure that there is something that needs to be fixed, cause his dentist of a boyfriend have just seen the problem himself. Harry holds me and strokes his hands up and down my back in order to try to calm me down. When I´m done crying he pushes me a bit backwards in order to se my face. I know I look like such a baby so I hide my face in the palms of my hands.

“Don´t hide yourself Nina. I want to see that pretty face of yours.”

“No, I have tears all over my face and that is an ugly style..”

“Haha, I´ve seen you cry before babe, don't worry about that. You are pretty cute anyway.” As he says that he push my hands away. “Babe, I am so sorry for being the reason for you crying and I hate to se you hurt, but it had to be done. I hope you understand me and don't hate me now.” I looked at him and he made a silly sad face, that face made me always smile.

“There´s that beautiful smile of yours, I love when your smiling with your teeth.” As soon as Harry said that I shut my mouth closed. “Why are you hiding your mouth now? You aren't even in the dental chair.”

“Because you said you loved looking at my ´beautiful´ teeth and my teeth aren't beautiful now are they? I have problems with them don´t I? That means they aren´t beautiful, and I bet you are ashamed having a girlfriend with bad teeth because you are working as a dentist and see so many prettier smiles everyday..” I feel tears coming in my eyes again.

“Honey, beautiful look at me. Now, look me in the eyes. Don't cry. Even though you have decay in your teeth doesn't mean that you don't have a pretty smile when you smile with them. I work with so many different patients everyday and I see so many different causes in each and every mouth. Even a pretty smile can hide so many nasty things, you have no idea. You have two cavities, but that doesn't mean that I am ashamed of having you as my girlfriend. Everyone can get cavities, darling, everyone. Even dentists have cavities sometimes. Some have very strong teeth that can have a cleaning once a day, others have very sensitive teeth that might brush and floss twice every day and still get cavities. I know you have a good mouth hygiene cause I live with you and I see how you work on that beautiful smile every day. But you might haven't been that good at flossing lately and I have forgotten to take you here for a 6 months cleaning and a checkup where you get a fluoride treatment as well. So this can have been caused by me as much as you babe.”

“I have two cavities?” I start sobbing again.

“Was that all you could hear me saying? Or did you get the rest of if to?”

“I could hear everything, but I don't want to have cavities.. Harry, you cant drill me!”

“Nina, in order for you to get the pain away I need to drill your two cavities away and then do a filling. And if you don't let me do it today then you are at the risk of needing two root fillings and you don't want that do you?”

“No of course not, but I also don't want the fillings.”

“Be reasonable now babe, You are only saying that because your scared, I do understand that but I know what I´m doing and on a daily basis I'm doing a minimum of three fillings a day. Trust me I´m good at it and I now for sure what I´m doing.” He kisses my head several times. I just lean in closer to hold him close and I move into his neck to smell his perfume. Thats something I have learned to do when I´m scared, because when I close my eyes and smell him and feel his steady breathing I feel so safe.

We just sit there for a while, and I am so glad that Harry is really using time to make sure I´m okey with everything.

“I have thought it over” I said as i break the silence. “And..?” Harry says with a slightly half-face smile. “Well there is not much other to do in order for me to get the pain away.” “That´s my brave girl. I am going to be as careful I can and do the best I can do, I love you Nina.” “I love you too, Harry.” We kissed each other and soon I was cringing again by the pain and Harry asked if he should set up for the procedure.

I sat myself down in the dreadful dental chair again and took a sip of water. My mouth was pretty dry due to all the crying. Harry was in almost every cupboard in his office finding stuff here and there by the sounds of it. I am happy my back was against were he was occupying the supplies, because I know I will panic if I get to see all the different things before they are placed on the tray. After a few minutes Harry came back with a new tray but this time it was covered with a blue paper, just like the blue bib I have around my neck. “Just for your relaxation so you don´t see all the tools, I think you might see the tools in a different view than I do” he said grinning, “No shit Sherlock, or should I say dr. Styles?” I said nervously laughing back to him. He gave me a peak on the lips before going over to wash his hands again. And suddenly he sat down on his stool again clicking with his foot to make my chair go backwards and then on with the lamp, he pushed the much more heavy tray towards me again and on with the gloves. “Eugh..” “Oh, sorry love”, he said to my response.

“What´s going to happen now is that I sadly need to numb you up.”

I started to cringe in the chair and my eyes started watering again.

“I know love, I am so sorry but as for so much pain you´ve had the last days you need numbing or else you would be hysterically crying all the procedure and that´s something neither of us want. I will start giving you some topical cream to numb your gums, before I give you the needle. I promise it would just be a pinch, and you will feel a bit of pressure, but thats all love, i promise you. When I have given you the needles we will take a break for it to start working.”

Harry take a end of the bib to dry my tears of. “Okey love, here comes the numbing cream, open up..   Good job.” Whilst the cream is working he turns around to the counter on the other side from the chair and I guess he´s preparing the needle. As so was I right, he turns around with one hand on his back, “Harry, I might be scared, but I´m not a child. I know you have the needle behind your back.” “Sorry.” he took the needle and put it on the tray and pushed the tray even closer so it was just over my chest.

Read part 3 here.