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[11] A Professional Donation

AN: After reading 1-10, I'm pretty sure I'm on the right track here. There's a TW for ED, depression, self loathing in this chapter.

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Corey, dressed in faded jeans and a loose tank top that read profanity in several languages, pushed open the door to the coffee shop. The bags full of baby clothes crinkled against one another as she crammed them into the last open booth in the corner. She may have gone overboard, possibly to distract herself from the massive internal crumbling inside of her, but it was her first niece.. or nephew.

She bought clothes for both. A woman her own age approached, a smile plastered on her face in glee.

"Corey!! Peach Boba with extra pearls." Winnifred sat the pinkish orange cup in front of her, plopping down on the other side. She wore the Cafe's uniform despite being the owner. A mint-colored apron and brown button-up with a mint-colored bowtie.

"Hey, Winny. How's business? Life? Husband?" Cora stabbed the plastic top with the oversized straw and sipped on it, relishing the squishy Boba as she chewed.

"Great, great, and amazing." She leaned over, looking in the bags. Her eyebrows shot up and she glanced down at Corey's stomach. "Pregnant? Tell me all about him."

Corey laughed, shaking her head. "Its for my brother. He's having a baby... and a wedding." Her shoulders slumped, her brother's future happiness clashing with her own dreaded future.

"What?! When did this happen?" Winny asked. Her attempt to stand made the table shake and drew attention from other tables.

Corey snorted, filling her mouth with boba to avoid answering too quickly. "Last month. I only learned about it Thursday. I love being the pariah." She rolled her eyes.

"What the fuck is wrong with your family?" Winny sat back down, slumping with Corey.

"They don't like having a one-night-stand reminder every holiday?" It was meant to be a half-hearted joke but she saw the sympathetic look Winny gave her.

She reached over the table and held one of Corey's hands, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. "I wish I could adopt you. My parents are always asking about you. How's the job going?" She whispered the last part quietly, leaning toward her.

"I still enjoy it for the most part. I signed on a new supporter this week and another last week... which makes up for the two I lost this week." Corey finished off her drink, knowing her best friend would want more than that. "The one I signed a couple of months ago. Let's call him... John -- I could live off of him exclusively with the time he's booked. He's easy to talk to and be around, too."

"How's his dick game?" Winny blurted out, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Corey narrowed her eyes. "Winny."

"It's been for! ev! er! since you told me about a little action. Besides, my husband loves when I come home ready to jump him." Winny grinned, pleading with her eyes for Corey to continue.

"Fine." She sighed out with a poorly hidden smile. "The first time was.. god. I've had plenty of first times with people but his hands, his dick, even his moans still make me wet."

Corey put her head down on the table, trying to cool the heat in her cheeks. "I wanted to ride his dick so badly at his house but he told me to 'control myself'. That's only made it worse." She peaked up at Winny through her hair.

"Ooooh. Dominant and good dick. I wonder if Randy would push me around tonight." Winny wiggled in the booth, clearly thinking of everything she planned on doing tonight.

"Thanks. Now on holidays, I get to think about Randy ordering you around in the bedroom."

Cora laid in her bed, her own hands running through her hair in a soothing motion. The pang of hunger in her stomach made her muscles tense until it passed. In some sick way, she convinced herself it was punishment for developing feelings. She told herself if she held onto that feeling until tomorrow morning, she would have cleared them from her mind.

Ivar's sweet kisses from the night of the gallery flashed through her, adding a fluttering to the hunger pains. She rolled onto her stomach, squeezing her eyes shut. His mother and father had been there, both far too interested in her involvement with Ivar. The only saving grace had been James. He had whisked her away from them after several uncomfortable questions right to Ivar's side.

His perfectly tailored suit had a few wrinkles from the wheelchair -- the same wheelchair she rode him in later that night. Her dress had been rumpled up her back as he demanded she cum for him. She pressed her thighs together and glanced at the clock, grimacing when it read half past 1 AM.

Paranoia crept in behind the images-- something she had been struggling with since the unplanned sleepover. Each detail felt hand-picked by him. She doubted any control she had over situations with him. The hotel room, the sleepover, and even fucking in the bathroom stall at the gallery seemed a calculated move by him. Her fingers fisted into her hair, tugging it hard to will away the thoughts.

Her eyes went back to the bedside table, falling on her work phone this time. Normally on her day off, she would turn it off and toss it into the drawer. Her mouth went dry as it vibrated -- a text. She reached for it before she could stop herself and flipped it open.

Disappointment flooded in as she read the spam text, complete with a dodgy link. She deleted it and slammed it back down on the table. Another hunger pang racked through her body and she closed her eyes, willing herself to go to sleep. She curled into a ball, making herself as small as possible.

She laid there for hours, not sleeping. Her mind refused to let the smiles, laughs, and soft kisses of Ivar go. Her heart constricted at the thought of him.

Cora lifted her head to the sound of her work phone ringing loudly. She reached for it, failing at an attempt to tamper down the fluttering in her chest. She convinced herself that one conversation or text or word from Ivar and she'd be able to let go.

"Hello, This is Cora." She sounded exhausted and shaken.

"Cora." Ivar's sleepy voice was music to her ears. She had forgotten all about the phone call he'd scheduled. "I miss you."

She forced down the swooning feeling in her veins. "I miss you, too, Ivar. Did you sleep well?"

He hummed into the receiver then let out a sigh. "No, too many things on my mind. You?"

"The same." The phone went silent for a long time. It felt like she was basking in his presence on the phone, content. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ivar cleared his throat. "Can we meet today? I have something I need to tell you."

Her heart lept in her chest. A thousand scenes of him absolving the contract and never wanting to see her again. "It's... I don't know. It's short notice. I have plans today."

"Oh.." His disappointment was like a knife to the gut. "How about tomorrow?"

Cora outwardly groaned. She didn't want to see him until next week -- their next appointment time. "I-I have plans through the weekend. It's my weekend off."

She heard the distinct sound of him sucking his teeth. "I wanted to do this in person but it can't be helped..."

Her heart started hammering away in her chest, too much panic filling her to contain the swift inhale. Her mind told her he was going to absolve the contract. She cleared her throat and steeled herself. "What do you mean?"

"Someone leaked the photo of the gallery. The one I asked the photographer to take of us together." He stressed, shifting around something in the background.

Cora jolted out of her bed, eyes wide. "What? I thought you said- you said it was a private photo."

"It was." He snapped at her.

A moment passed. His tone was a shock to her system, cold water on a chaotic mind.

"I'm sorry. I have people trying to find the leak and yet those idiots can't seem to find a fucking thing." Ivar sounded pissed.

His language jarred her then she found herself laughing, falling back on the bed. The movement on the other end ceased. She covered her face with the crook of her elbow, continuing to laugh.

"What is so funny? Because I would love to laugh at this situation." His tone was still biting but all it did was make her laugh harder.

"That's... I'm stressed and this is a cherry on top. Where was it leaked to?" She quieted herself, still smiling through the relief she felt of it only being one photo and not the nasty alternative her mind whispered to her.

She shouldn't be this desperate to keep him as a client, warned her mind.

"Local news. I suspect it will be picked up internationally by gossip." There was a quiet tapping noise on the other end. "My family is fairly influential. I need you to know this was not my intent."

"I believe you, Ivar. What can I expect if that happens?"

"People will become interested in you when it happens. If they find you or where you are on your days off, they will question and scrutinize every aspect of you." The tapping stopped. "I'm truly sorry for pushing you for a photograph. I wanted something to remember the... activities of that night."

Heat flushed through Cora. "Isn't that why you took my underwear?" She whispered, biting down on her lip.

"I have told you before." He purred her name out. "I am a greedy man. I needed something to hold me over until next week and you smelled fucking delicious."

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years

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how to win friends

hi friends!! happy (belated, I'm sorry!) mean girls day!! please enjoy this little bonus drabble :)))

cw for violence/blood (and please let me know if i've missed anything!!)

enjoy!

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Janis isn’t a big fan of first grade.

She likes the work. She likes learning to read bigger words and longer books, likes learning about clouds and planets and bugs in science. She’s not particularly fond of math, but it has its moments. She loves art class and recess, and lunch and music.

It’s the other kids that are the problem. Janis has always been quiet and shy. She doesn’t like confrontation, and making new friends is always tough. Her best friend Regina from dance class goes to another school, and Regina usually does the talking for her. So Janis just sits in her spot and does her work. At least her teachers all say she’s a pleasure to have in class.

In December, they have their first indoor recess of the year due to cold. Janis decides to spend it drawing a picture of a lion for her new baby sister.

She looks up when she hears raised voices coming from the table next to her, where some boys are playing with legos. “Girls are weak! My dad said so.”

Well, that can’t be right. Janis’ mom always says girls are the strongest people on the planet, and Janis shouldn’t listen when someone tells her she can’t do something just because she’s a girl. So Janis stands up and marches her way over.

“No they’re not! We’re just as strong as any stinky boy,” she huffs, crossing her arms.

“Nuh uh!” The boy replies. “You can’t even punch! You’re just a girl.”

Janis clenches a fist in frustration. Can’t punch, huh? She looks down at it thoughtfully. Her stepdad always says to keep her thumb out, so she carefully moves it. Squeezes her fingers a little tighter. And then she swings.

“Ow!” The boy yells, covering his nose with a hand. It’s covered in blood when he pulls it away again, so he puts it back with a frightened squeak. Everyone around starts making noises and frantically calling for their teacher.

“What is going on over here?” the teacher demands, marching up to the both of them.

“Uh oh,” Janis whispers. She’s done it now.

“Both of you, main office, now,” the teacher says, pointing to the door. “Janis, I expected better from you.”

Janis bows her head in shame and leaves the room, followed by the boy leaving a trail of blood behind him.

The office calls Janis’ and the boy’s parents to come pick them up. Janis sits next to him on the scratchy seats in the office, elbows on her knees and her head in her hands.

The boy has now been equipped with tissues to stop the blood, but his nose is broken. Janis is even more afraid when she learns that means he’ll have to go to the hospital for it to get fixed.

“Whad’s your nabe?” the boy asks kindly. Janis looks up at him in confusion.

“Janis,” she murmurs. “I’m Janis.”

“I’b Dabian,” the boy replies, holding out a hand to shake. Janis winces at the blood on it, so he wipes it on his pants before holding it out again.

“Dabian?”

“No, Dabian,” Damian replies. “Wid an eb.”

“Oh, Damian,” Janis says. Damian nods.

“You punch good,” Damian says. “Wanna be frie’ds?”

Janis nods eagerly. “Yeah.”

“Okay. You can sid next to me toborrow.”

“Thanks,” Janis grins.

“Hey, we’re missing da sabe teef!” Damian says, smiling to show off his own missing teeth. Sure enough, they’re both missing their top front teeth and one on the bottom.

“We’re like twins,” Janis giggles. Damian nods eagerly.

“Yeah!” He cheers. “Whad do you like to do?”

“Uh… I like to color,” Janis says. “And read. And dance.”

“I dance too!” Damian gasps. “I do tap dance!”

“I do ballet,” Janis says. “Maybe we can do tap dance together!”

“Yeah! Ask your mom!”

“I will. If I’m not in big trouble,” Janis huffs. “Does your nose hurt?”

“A liddle,” Damian nods. “You punch bery hard.”

“My mom taught me to. And my stepdad,” Janis replies sheepishly.

“What’s a sdepdad?” Damian asks. Janis bristles slightly, but she knows he’s not trying to be mean.

“My real daddy died when I was four,” she explains. “And then my mama got married again. Her new hubsand is my stepdad.”

“Oh.” Damian says. “Did you getta go to da wedding?”

“Yeah. I had to wear this big dress, it was so itchy,” Janis huffs, shuddering at the mere memory of her hellacious gown. “I was the flower girl. But I got to stay up super late! And there was a lot of chocolate.”

“Ooooh,” Damian says in awe. “I lub chocolate.”

“Me too,” Janis giggles. “My mama drinks this… uh… I forget the name, but it’s like hot chocolate mixed with coffee. It’s sooo yummy.”

“I’b neber had cobee,” Damian says sadly. “My mom won’d led me. She days id’ll gib me too much edergy. And she days I already gots too much.”

“Mama only lets me try a little bit,” Janis agrees. “Maybe you could come to my house and try some. And you can meet my baby sister!”

“You hab a sisder?”

“Uhhuh. She’s just a baby, but she can already play with me,” Janis says. “But she still eats all the drawings I make for her. Her name is Julie.”

“She dounds cude,” Damian says. “I don’ hab any brudders or sisders.”

“They’re really loud,” Janis sighs. “Julie cries aaaaaall night. Mama says babies are kinda a pain, but then they grow bigger and it’s better.”

“My mom days I was already too buch,” Damian says. “Bud she days we mighd ged a dog soon instead.”

“I’ve never had a dog,” Janis sighs. “I had a fish, but he died. But I think cats are better anyway.”

“Bud dogs are so cude!”

“Yeah, but they’re so… wet,” Janis shudders. “So much slobber.”

Damian seems to consider this, and nods. “Cads are cude too.”

They both look up when they hear the door to the building open, and look out to see a man there. Janis hunches her shoulders up slightly. “Uh oh.”

“Whad oh?” Damian asks.

“It’s my stepdad,” Janis whispers.

“Oh. Is he mean?”

Janis nods. “He’s nice to Mama. And my baby sister. But he doesn’t like me very much.”

“Oh. Thad’s stupid.”

Janis gasps in dismay, as if he’s just said the most vile profanity known to man. But after a moment’s thought, she nods. “It is stupid.”

Damian giggles as she claps her hands over her mouth and looks around to make sure nobody else heard. “I don’ dink my dad likes me very much eidder. I’ll prodect you.”

“Thanks, Damian,” Janis says. “I’ll protect you from your dad.”

“Thanks,” Damian says. “Oh, dat’s my mom!”

“Oh, my poor boy,” Damian’s mom tuts as she comes barreling in, crouching down in front of Damian and assessing his nose. “What happened?”

“According to their teacher, Janis here punched him,” the secretary helpfully informs her.

“Janis Sarkisian,” Janis’ stepdad says angrily, also stepping into the room. Janis hunches further into herself in fright. “You need to apologize to this boy before we take you home.”

“No,” Damian says. “She proobed me wrong, she doesn’t hab to say sorry. I said girls couldn’t punch.”

“She certainly showed you,” Damian’s mom chuckles.

“Janis is duper cool, sir,” Damian continues. “She shouldn’t be in drouble.”

Janis’ stepdad hums thoughtfully. “We’ll talk about this with your mother at home.”

“See you toborrow!” Damian waves as Janis is hauled out the door.

“I don’t know about that, bud,” his mother chuckles. “Noses take a few days to fix, you might have to stay home tomorrow.”

“Bud I just med Janis!” Damian pleads. “I gotta cobe toborrow so we can be frie’ds!”

“We’ll see what the doctor says. Maybe we can set up a playdate soon if you can’t come to school,” his mother chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Let’s go get your nose fixed.”

Damian hops up and grabs his backpack, following his mom and chattering away about his new best friend forever.

—-

Damian is, miraculously, back at school the next day. He’s sporting a dashing splint and two black eyes, and is awed over by the other kids all morning.

But he keeps his promise and saves a seat for Janis. He helps her at science time, and Janis helps him with reading. They work together in art class that day to make a masterpiece of a clay turtle, and make the coolest snowman ever on the playground at recess.

“Did you get in trouble yesterday?” Damian asks as he heaves to lift the head onto it.

“Yeah. I’m not allowed to watch TV for a week,” Janis replies, hunting for the best pebbles for his buttons. “But Mama gave me a high five too.”

“Grownups don’t make sense,” Damian sighs. Janis holds out a handful of stones she’s found. “Those are good rocks.”

“I think so too,” Janis smiles, patting them into place with her little mittened hands. “Oh, and Mama said I can do tap dance class! She’s gonna sign me up next week.”

“Awesome!” Damian yells, bouncing up and down. “Wait, do we go to the same dance school?”

“Mama says there’s only one nearby,” Janis shrugs. “I know Mama’s phone number, you can give it to your mama and then they can make sure.”

“Okay,” Damian shrugs. “Come on, let’s see if lost and found has any hats!”

————-

ten years later

“Hey Dame?” Janis asks, cuddled up with her best friend on his bed and looking at the new playbills they’ve just finished adding to his wall.

“Hmm?”

“Sorry I broke your nose.”

Damian bursts out laughing. “It’s okay. Sorry I said you couldn’t punch.”

Janis smiles and ruffles his hair. “It’s okay.”

Because that was the best thing that ever happened to me.

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