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I'm tired, I'm a little drunk. I finished my first year of college. And I'm hungry. I'm sorry t took so long.
Warnings: mentions of poison, mentions of suicide by drinking (nothing serious) slight mention of past abuse (you'd have to squint), some drinking, male masturbation, mentions of sex.
Minors DNI, everyone else, enjoy :)
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You turned on your side and kept your eyes closed. Breathe in, breathe out. Again. Then you sigh. You weren’t able to sleep, and being in an unfamiliar old room wasn’t helping. Griffin wasn’t wrong when he said the room hadn’t been used in years. You could see dust particles floating about the moment he opened the door. It was an old bedroom, with a dresser, a vanity, and a large bed. All covered in dust. You made a face when he first showed it to you. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you grabbed a duster and a broom. It was 11 o’clock at night when you finished cleaning, but you were satisfied.
After Griffin brought you some of his clothes to sleep in, you thanked him and wished him a good night. He did the same and retreated into his bedroom. You got dressed, giggling at yourself for wearing even more men’s clothes, then got into the dust-free bed. The blankets were cool and fluffy, and the extra pillows on the bed made you feel as if you were lying upon the clouds. So, you lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Your fingers twisted at the fabric on your chest, and you inhaled to sigh but paused. Your eyes scan the shirt; then slowly, you lift it to your nose. You take a small sniff, and your nostrils are greeted with the faint scent of soapy sage wood and musk.
You blink, feeling how hot your face became. You sniff again, then let go of the shirt quickly; the fabric settles on your chest. How perverted you must seem right now! You close your eyes and frown as guilt begins to worm its way into your chest. Guilt for taking Griffin’s clothes, his room (even though he said he’s never used it), and guilt for leaving your fiancé all alone to cook and clean for himself. You open your eyes again and stare up. No, you knew it wasn’t guilt that made you think of your fiancé. It was fear, but you wished it was guilt. You silently wished that you could play the role of a good wife, like he said earlier. Your mother would have scolded you, should she be living in the same town. But your father? You smile softly, knowing he would probably knock the teeth out of your fiancé for ever hurting you.
You missed your parents terribly You knew moving to a larger city would be a challenge, especially for a single woman with no great status. You met with Johnathan, the son of your mother’s friend. He offered you a residence and food if you married him. And, of course, that sounded like a dream come true! And John was sweet, most of the time. But it didn’t sit right with you. Staying in that house and doing nothing all day except clean and cook and occasionally birth a child. You frowned again, looking away from the ceiling.
Then you met Griffin. The albino man who works with chemicals, solutions, poisons, and antidotes. He didn’t see you as a future housewife or mother, he saw you as an extra pair of hands that could be taught. You remember when you asked him why he allowed you to work with him. He looked over at you, still visible at the time. He had handsome features when his face wasn’t scrunched up in annoyance. Even despite his pale nature, he was beautiful. “You’re a capable human being with the same brain as a man. It’s ridiculous that some must be antagonized because of one’s gender. Women have gone to war, and hunted, why should I care…” He looked away and hummed. “You’re smarter than most men and women I’ve met anyway, I think that earns you a place as my research assistant, wouldn’t you agree?”
A smile graces your lips as you recall the memory. He’s been nothing but kind to you. He hasn’t yelled at you for breaking a vile, or sneered at you for cooking something he didn’t like. Though it’s rare to receive praise from the man, but you didn’t mind. He would speak up about something he didn’t like. One time you cooked a beef stew when it was cold out, and he ate two bowls worth. He left all the carrots inside the bowl however, then admitted that he hated carrots. So, you don’t cook with them anymore. Another time, you were cleaning the inside of a beaker, and he suggested a different way of cleaning and drying them, so your fingerprints didn’t stain the glass.
You sit up slowly and throw the blankets from your body. You decided you would go and drink a glass of water, hoping somehow that would help you sleep. Carefully you move across the floor and towards the door. Once you open it and peek outside, you spot Griffin’s door already open. You look towards the stairs, and you spot a faint light flickering below. Being careful not to make a sound, you head for the stairs and make your way down. In the lab, the light was brighter. A candle was lit and sitting on the counter, around the way was a headless and handless body. You watched for a moment as he moved, and you could notice when he turned his head by the way the collar of his shirt would bend.
You cross your arms and stand at the entranceway of the lab. “Griffin.” Your voice was soft but it didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise. His body turned towards you and he set down a book he was looking over. “I see you can’t sleep either.”
“Apologies if I disturbed your sleep.” He stretched his back then looked down at his desk. “I’ve discovered I can’t sleep without a blind on; my eyelids are invisible, so I see right through them. I’ve also discovered I don’t quite like sleeping with a blind on.” He sighed in annoyance. You took a seat across from him at the table.
“You didn’t disturb me. I suppose I couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts in my head. Worrying thoughts.” You look at the shirt, then let your eyes wander up to look at the invisible mass, where you know a pair of eyes are studying you. “I thought maybe a glass of water might help.”
A short ‘hmph’ sounded from his throat and he stood up. “I’ll join you. You know what they say really helps you to sleep? A glass of whiskey.” He walks to the kitchen with his candlestick leading the way. A smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head.
“You have whiskey? I didn’t know you indulged in that type of alcohol.” You follow him into the kitchen as you hear him mutter.
“I own one bottle of whiskey, a gift from an old friend. However, I also own a bottle of wine, also a gift. I only indulge when I think I’ve deserved some.” He opens a cabinet and takes out a beautiful-looking bottle of whiskey. “Or for a special occasion. Both don’t happen often.” He looks over the bottle, then looks at you. “Care for a taste?”
Your nose scrunched and you gave a nervous smile. “I’ve heard terrible things about whiskey. Like how disgusting it is…and how violent people become…” Your smile falters, and he notices. His thoughts carry to your fiancé’s drinking habits.
“I can assure you that it’s not the alcohol that makes you violent, it’s the person that acts upon it themselves.” He looks over the whiskey and then at you. “And I promise that one drink will not get you drunk.”
You weigh over the idea, knowing you’ve never had whiskey before but have heard a lot about it. “All right, I’ll try a little bit.” Griffin takes out two glasses and sets them down. He opens the whiskey, and you realize he’s never opened it before tonight. As he’s pouring, you ask, “Whiskey is a Scottish drink, correct?”
“Correct.” He closes the alcohol and puts it away. “The man that gifted it to me, traveled to Scotland himself and picked this up at a shop. He told me Scott’s drink as if the world is ending tomorrow.” As he handed you the glass of alcohol, he hummed and mumbled. “He warned me this stuff was strong.” He raises his glass, and you stare at him. He then reaches over to grab your hand holding your own glass, lifting it up as well, before tapping his glass against yours. “Cheers. Now you say cheers as well.”
A little laugh bubbles out of your throat and you grin. “Cheers.” You tap your glass against his and then watch as Griffin drinks his whiskey. The alcohol runs down his throat and you watch it disappear within his shirt. You then do the same, taking a drink of your whiskey as if it were water. A big mistake. You cough and cover your mouth, shaking your head. “Oh God what is that?” You could feel the whiskey literally burning your nose and throat. And somehow, it felt hot as it slid down.
You hear a mixture of coughing and laughter from across you. Griffin was covering his mouth with his sleeve, and he was doubled over. “I’m sorry, I guess I should have warned you…”
“It burns, is that normal?” You cough again and head to the sink for some water. “Am I allergic to this?”
Griffin chuckled again, a deep sound that you weren’t familiar with. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or him that sent goosebumps up your back. “That’s normal. I should have explained it better to you.” He finished the rest of his drink while you drank water from your cupped hand.
“How do people enjoy this? It tastes like poison, literal burning poison. At least I imagine that’s what it tastes like.” You turn the sink off and glare down at the cup of whiskey still sitting in your cup.
“It is poison. And many choose to drink it for different reasons. To get drunk, or to relax, to get tired. Or to slowly kill themselves. A bottle at a time.” He walks to the sink and places the cup down. “You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to. But a tip for drinking any alcohol, except wine, is to drink it fast. Let it run straight down the throat. Wine is for flavor, this is not.”
You take in his words carefully. Licking your lips, you take the glass in your hands, quickly throw the drink back, and attempt to ‘let it run straight down.’ It does, however, still burn going down. And once again, it warms your throat and chest as you swallow it. You let out another cough and push the drink away once again. “I’m done…” You coughed again but Griffin could see a little smile on your face.
He took both glasses and set them down in the sink. You turn to try washing them, but Griffin stops you with a hand on your back. “No need for that tonight. Go back to bed and try getting some sleep.”
You frown and stare at the clothes that float before you. “I’ll try, but…I’m still worried.”
“About what?” He questions you, still standing beside you with his hand resting on your lower back.
You sigh softly. “Well…what if we can’t find a cure for you? You’ll just be invisible forever? And what about my fiancé? What if he comes in the morning with the police, o-or he tries breaking in?”
“There’s a cure for everything, even if we haven’t found it yet. It will take some time, is all. And I have plenty of time. As for your fiancé, I’m sure he’s fallen asleep in some drunken stupor…if he tries breaking in, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.” You failed to notice the change in his voice when he admits this.
You nod slowly, your eyes staring down at his shirt. His words helped only a little, and he seems to realize this. “It all feels like a massive burden on you, Griffin.”
Warm, gentle hands touched your chin, lifting your face up so you looked up at the nothing that sat upon his shoulders. Once he had your eyes, he took your hands in his. “You’ve called yourself a burden twice now. I’ll not allow it a third time. You’ve done more good for me in this house than I’ve done for myself in years. I want no more talk of this, understand?” When you nod, he hums, and you think he nods back. “Good. Scientists like you and I shouldn’t doubt or worry. It’s not good for the brain.”
A smile grows on your lips, and you tilt your head. “I’m a scientist now?”
Griffin was quiet as he thought over his words, then he cleared his throat. “No, not yet. I could give you a test to see if you’re smart enough to be one. Not that you’d fail, I should have taught you everything I know by now.” He started mumbling. “Have I taught you everything? Perhaps I should have taken note…” His fingers were rubbing your hand, and you held back a giggle. You felt lighter and giddy. A little dizzy.
“I’ll take any test you give me.” You grin. “I want to be a scientist.”
“I can have that arranged.” He pauses before quickly letting go of your hands. He clears his throat once again. “You should go to bed now, I’m sure the alcohol is calming your system.”
You give a small nod before walking to the stairs. You turn your head to the kitchen and smile softly. “Goodnight Griffin.” With that, you carefully climb the stairs and smile to yourself, finding the task to be funnier than it should be. And once you hit the bed, your mind seems to swim in bliss that wasn’t there before. Butterflies in your stomach and a head stuck in the clouds, it seemed. You think briefly that this was, in fact, the alcohol. Then you remember Griffin’s words and how he was holding your hand, and you let out another giggle followed by a yawn. Lulling you to sleep was the faint scent of his shirt, and when you finally slept, it felt like your body and mind were able to rest for the first time in forever.
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He watches you leave the kitchen, knowing now that you were tipsy from one drink. It was too much, and he knew it; shame on you for almost wasting the small woman, he scolded himself. Once you are back in your room, he walks slowly to the lab and pauses. His mind kept wandering back to you. Your chin in his hand, how you looked up at him when there was nothing there. The soft touch of your hands in his. An invisible hand runs through invisible hair while Griffin lets out a deep sigh. What was happening to him? He was drunk, that’s the only logical answer. And with that logical answer, he knew he should go to his room and sleep.
He walks upstairs, his eyes glancing at the door of your room. He walks inside his own room and shuts the door. Walking to bed, his mind wanders to his work, about his invisibility tests and blood samples. He’s yet to do a semen sample. His mind wanders for a moment, asking himself if it was appropriate to do such a thing after what just occurred. A grunt leaves his throat, and he gets up to find a clear test pallet. After laying down on the bed, he adjusts himself, imagining anything to arouse him. Using the long sleeve of his shirt, he covers his eyes to better imagine. He’s never had sex, but he’s witnessed it before, as well as read about it in a book that generously came with pictures. His pants become tighter, and he lets out a deep breath, palming himself.
Griffin has done this before, plenty of times. He has needs like everyone else. But he usually never has the time to do so. He’ll imagine the photos from the books, combined with the sounds he’s heard from the couple that decided to fuck in the middle of a bar. His hand takes out his cock, slowly stroking it while his imagination played out. You appear in his head (almost immediately) and his hand slows to a stop, but he feels a shiver of delight run down his spine. This is sick, he thought to himself. You smiled at him, your legs straddling his hips while wearing his clothes. And then you had no pants on, sitting against his length bare. A shaky breath leaves his lips, and his grip tightens for a second.
You said his name, in that soft voice you use on him. It drives him wild. How dare you use something so simple to enrapture him like this? His hand strokes faster as he imagines your eyes, staring up at him. When he lifted your chin, you’d look at him, and how your lips parted when you did. He groans and bites his lip. He imagines where he would take you. In his bed, of course. To have you lay down against his bed sheets, looking up at him with soft eyes, caused a moan to escape his throat. He wanted you in his tub as well, water be damned. He wanted to make a mess. Having you on top of him, riding his length while water splashed out of the sides. And he couldn’t begin to imagine the beautiful noises you’d make for him.
His back arched and he groaned as he came, his hips bucking into his hand while his head tilted back in pleasure. He spilled across himself, panting as he tried calming down. He realized his first mistake; he didn’t use the damn pallet. His sample was all over his chest. His next mistake was the thoughts he just used to pleasure himself. You.
How perverted he must seem right now, he thought regrettably.
Alright folks and folklores. First work posting here. I hope I'm doing this right? Hehe colors
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Warnings: Small injury, mentions of domestic abuse
You walked with your back straight, smiling and nodding to those who passed you on the sidewalk. Your hair was done and a hat sat atop it, one that matched your current outfit. A normal dress that a lady would wear when going into town, boots (some looked down on you for) and your small satchel. You stopped at the front of a building and opened the door, walking inside and closing the door behind you. You listen for a moment, hearing the familiar sound of music coming from the back. You look around the hallway and start humming along to it. You take your hat off and set it on the hanger, then make your way upstairs towards the lab.
You walk the stairs stopping at the first door on the right, not needing to knock as you walked in. On the far end of the room you can make out the pale head hunched down, carefully measuring the right amount of drops. "You're here early." His voice hummed just loud enough over the music.
"Mr. Griffin have you gotten any sleep yet?" You walk behind a changing board, stripping out of the dress and putting on a pair of pants and a button up shirt. Griffin let you borrow his while you helped around in the lab, not caring if it seemed indecent. As he put it when he hired you, 'I'd rather you dress this way than have that puffy dress catch fire. Just a tip.'
"Well, if you must know, I slept for five hours." He sits up straight and stretched his back out. "That was," He glances at a clock. "Seven and a half hours ago." You finished with your last button, walking out from behind the board and going to the sink. You had your sleeves rolled to your elbows and hair done so it was out of your face. Griffin had turned his head, giving your form a quick look over then turning back to his table. "If you can wash those tubes quickly for me that will help immensely."
You nod and began washing, humming along to the music. It was quiet for a while, the music playing and water turning on, then off. You looked back at the scientist thinking about when he first hired you. You had bumped into the albino man while running through the market, apologizing and giving him a smile. Instead of leaving or excusing himself, he offered you a job in assisting him. You were confused at first but accepted anyway. The pay wasn't much but he did teach you a little of everything as he worked. You learned quickly that he acted annoyed, all the time. With you, with visitors, with himself. You found that the pale man just didn't know how to socialize and became accustomed to it. Though some days like this one, he was much calmer, less snappy.
There was a pop and a short curse. You turn and see Griffin standing and running to the sink. You made room at the sink and he began washing his bloodied hand under the running water. You dried your hands quickly and ran to the first aid kit. This wouldn't be the first time he's hurt himself on accident. You grab gauze and run back, opening your hand. "Let me see it." He sighs heavily and gives you his hand. He's sliced right below where his fingers met his hand. "Its not a bad cut." You felt his fingers flex a little.
"Yes I know." He looked over you again, watching as you concentrated on wrapping his hand. He looks back at his table, then recalls something you were saying the day before. "How is your…fiance?" You could hear in his voice he didn't really want to ask. You actually smiled a little at his question.
"Well, not so well actually." He perked up at this. "He doesn't...well he screamed at me last night. And said some things..." You sounded pained to say. "He was drunk however. I don't think he meant it." You cut the gauze and clipped it in place. "He was, um, aggressive." You shrugged and smiled up at him. "But I got him to bed. He woke up this morning and went off to work."
The albino man was frowning down at you, tisking and flexing his fingers. Or so you thought. He held your hand and spoke. "A man becoming aggressive towards his fiance. He sounds like a complete arse." He let go of your hand, glancing down and turning away. "You should find a new fiance, one who doesn't yell at you like you're a problem." He was moving the broken glass off the desk. You smile softly and walk back to the sink.
"Why don't you find yourself a fiance Mr. Griffin?" You called over your shoulder. You were drying the tubes now, not noticing the doctor walking up behind you until his hand was on the small of your back. He was quick but gentle in moving you to the side.
"No time. I'm on the verge of a break through and I don't want a bride getting in the way." He grabbed a few of the already dried tubes and turned away to the table again. You nod in understandment. You went about finishing the tubes.
"Well trust me professor, if I could, I wouldn't get married either." You mumble. "Especially not to that man."
Griffin had paused his hands, his jaw moving a bit as his teeth clenched and unclenched before he went back to work. "If you'd like to get lunch started I'll join you in the kitchen." You gave a nod that he didn't see and left the room. Before you left he gave one more look at your attire. He felt a coil in his chest, perhaps it was nerves working but only when you wore his clothing. Or when you touched his hand. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he went back to focusing on his test tubes.
A couple of hours go by, lunch was some eggs on a sandwich with coffee. You cleaned the table and the dishes pretty quickly. Griffin ate like a wild man and in a flash was back in the lab. You were just making sure the place was clean before you left for today. After nodding to yourself you walk into the lab and to the changing board. "I'll be heading home now Mr. Griffin." You started changing out of the clothes and back into your dress. You walk out and see him hunched over his desk again. You were about to call out to him but heard a low snore. You chuckle and walk over to the desk finding him asleep on a text book. You cover the vials of fluids and move them aside in case he moves in his sleep too much. You take his coat and gently set it over his shoulders. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
With that, you left the building and headed home.
The next morning you walked into the building, you noticed a certain smell…You were quick to drop your things at the door and walk to the lab. Inside you saw smoke coming from a few tubes. You gasp and run over, but they weren't burning with flames. You use a napkin to cover your mouth and nose in case the fumes were toxic. "Griffin?" You look around, not seeing anyone. You walk out the lab and quickly made your way to his bedroom. You immediately hear the sound of running water. Carefully making your way across the room, you push open the door that leads to the bathroom. The bathtub was flooded with water, and still running. Quickly, you turn the water off and look around the small bathroom.
"Griffin are you in here?" You had turned to walk back out the restroom but a hand grabbed your arm. You screamed and pulled away, looking around quickly and holding your arm. It was wet. You looked at the tub. Something about it wasn't right. There was a gap in the water, as if something clear were sitting in it. A groan filled the air and you blink in shock. "Griffin?"
The water moved, rippling effects and more water splashing out the sides of the tub. "Yes I fell asleep," his frame paused. "Have some decency woman, get me a towel at least-"
"Griffin, you're invisible!" You had backed away, but looked to the side, spotting a towel and picking it off the rack.
"Invisible…" He was mumbling. Then he was silent and more movement in the tub. "My god…" You could barely see his wet figure standing and stepping outside the tub. "It worked..it really worked!" He grabbed the towel, wrapping it around his waist and walking out the bathroom. You followed quickly, eyeing the towel as it seemed to just float in mid air. "Before I fell asleep, I tested my mixtures with some blood samples. They worked famously, so I saw no reason to wait and-"
"You tested yourself just out the blue!? Are you mad Griffin?" The towel in front of you stopped and you stared straight ahead, where his head would be.
"I'm alive, aren't I?" He was looking at you, looking at your reaction, then turning away and walking back to the lab. "I had some more mixtures here-"
"They were burning when I arrived." You walked over to the sink, peering down at them. "Not on fire but, smoking. I didn't put any water on them." A hand was at your back, gently pushing you aside. He mumbled something, then walks away to the desk. The papers were flipped and over turned. You watched, your mind still trying to wrap around the invisibility.
"That burning liquid…was supposed to be an antidote." He paused. For a moment, both of you were silent.
You walked over to the invisible man in front of you and placed a hand on what you guessed was his shoulder. You could feel him freeze at the touch. He was a little cold, and wet still. You sigh. "Put some clothes on before you freeze Griffin. We'll get to work on an antidote. One that won't burst to flames."