#also my dad fishing into my fiance's family and going 'is ____ your real last name or is it not because your dad has a different last name'

[nettlefeather]

what is it with people insisting to know my babies name instead of waiting until when she's here

[oneofyatosfollowers]

Yatori Week Day 5- Memory/Cooking

@yatoriweek2020

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25401826/chapters/61827550

Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13648502/1/Yatori-Week-2020

Tucked away in the mountains, curling along a large lake, was a quiet town called Takamagahara. It was the home of Hiyori's grandmother, the place she settled down after she met her grandfather. Once her mother went to college and met her father, they lived in the city where Hiyori was born and raised. Still, Takamagahara had a certain charm that had Hiyori's mother coming back every summer, something Hiyori kept into her young adulthood.

The roads were small as Hiyori drove to her family's home, they wouldn't be arriving for another week so Hiyori would be meeting up with her childhood friends. Driving through town, Hiyori smiled at the familiar buildings, remembering how often she walked down the streets with her grandmother. Just before turning down her street, Hiyori eyed a small ally. One of her foggiest, happiest memories was somewhere down that alley.

A chocolate shop turned bakery, where her grandmother used to buy her the best chocolate capybara-pops. The shop used to be just a confectionery store, specializing in chocolates and other candies, but shortly after her grandma passed the chocolate store was replaced with a bakery. The pastries were still delicious, but Hiyori still mourned the loss of a sweets shop.

Not in the mood to unpack, Hiyori dropped her stuff off and took the nice walk into town. She waved to a couple of familiar faces, greeting some new ones. The town was alive, wrapping up the end of fishing season and still starting the school year. Counting her money, Hiyori thought about getting some food.

"Hiyori!" A young woman greeted with a squeal. Her curly pink hair flounced as she trotted around the corner, running straight into Hiyori's open arms. They giggled and asked each other about everything that happened within the last year.

"I missed you, Kofuku!" Hiyori said honestly.

"We missed you too, Hiyori! Come in, come in! Daikoku knows your favorite, we can chat while he makes it!" Kofuku gestured to the cook in question, who waved happily to Hiyori. Kofuku was raised here and Daikoku was a fisherman she met during their time in highschool. He was a gruff, burly man that couldn't stand being at sea and away from his lover. Hiyori gasped when Kofuku showed her a rather large rock on her ring finger, the diamond glistening a soft pink on a rose-gold band.

"Engaged! Kofuku I'm so happy for you!" Hiyori cooed. They giggled with their heads bent, glancing at the man in the kitchen with headphones on.

"Thank you, I- we are very happy too," Kofuku beamed, "It's finally happening! And of course you'll be one of my bride's maids, right?"

"Oh Kofuku, I'd love too! When are you planning on having it?"

"Next summer. So you'll need to at least get a date by then! Of course, getting your own ring isn't too bad either," Kofuku wiggled her eyebrows at Hiyori who sputtered. Daikoku sighed at his fiance as he set the bowls of ramen down.

"Hiyori, don't get engaged to someone you've only dated a year." He said.

"I-I won't! I would never-!" Hiyori pouted when she realised the couple was just teasing her, on the same page as always. The women thanked Daikoku and dug into her meal.

"But for real, Hiyori," Kofuku said around her noodles, "there isn't anybody you can bring to the wedding? No one comes to mind?"

"No, no one." Hiyori sighed, truthfully, "and getting engaged is about as likely as that old chocolate store coming back."

"Hmm, maybe not that old one. But a new one moved in and took over the bakery!" Kofuku shrugged.

"Really?" Hiyori perked up. Of course there was no way the chocolates were the same as before, but she still loved the idea. Kofuku grew a teasing smirk and her eyes gleamed at Hiyori.

"Yeah! We can go check it out after Daikoku closes the shop! We know the owner and he lets us in after closing time for desert. We also invite him and his son over for dinner most nights, they're really sweet!" Kofuku giggled, it was clear why she suddenly got excited.

"He has a son?" Hiyori pointed out.

"A single father," Kofuku wiped an imaginary tear, "He adopted the kid but still, he's such a good dad." She grinned again and Hiyori sighed.

"Well how old is he?" Hiyori threw Kofuku a bone.

"He's our age!" Kofuku gratefully took it, "Just a couple years older! And his son is 14!" She tacked on. Hiyori laughed slightly as she took a drink, looking up when Daikoku came over to collect their dishes.

"Kofuku stop trying to set up good-hearted Hiyori with that weirdo," Daikoku chided. Hiyori gasped and looked at her friend in offense while Kofuku whined at her fiance.

"He's not a weirdo, Daikoku! Don't say that!" Kofuku turned to Hiyori, "He really is very nice, Daikoku just can't understand how he thinks! He's the one who will carter the desserts for our wedding!"

"How he thinks?" Hiyori repeated, doubtful. She looked to Daikoku for a more realistic description of whoever Kofuku was going to shove her with.

"He's an artist," Daikoku griped, "has a very eccentric personality. He's got a lot of energy and likes to come up with these wild, out-of-the-box schemes that end up blowing up in his face."

"Sometime literally!" Kofuku chimed.

"I see," Hiyori sighed. She looked as Kofuku stretched across the table and reached for her, a smile on her face.

"But seriously, he's awkward but still kind once you get to know him. He just really likes his job! He's literally a kid in a candy store!"

"Ha, yeah, and that kid is the owner." Daikoku scoffed at the thought, earning a laugh from the girls. Finishing up lunch, Hiyori walked out the door with a wave over her shoulder. A block down the cobble-stone steps and a harsh wind blew through her hair and ruffled her dress.

A scent wafted up across her nose, sweet and tangy. Before she could even label it, a memory burst through her senses. Black and white tile floors with glass containers filled with little chocolate squares and pops. Her grandmother in a white kimono, unwrapping a capybara pop and handing it down to little Hiyori. The smell reminded her of the taste that bloomed across her tongue as they walked through the jiggling doorway to the old chocolate shop.

Hioyori snapped out of it when the wind stopped, hardly a second later, the memory fading with it. Emotion clenched around her heart as Hiyori readied her purse and turned towards the street. The ally was just across the street, a bit further away from her home. She waved to the car that let her cross, speed walking across the pavement and down the sidewalk. There were a couple new stores, but everything was pretty much the same. Since the bakery moved in, Hiyori hasn't been down this alley, but it was still as narrow and uneven as she remembered. Only two stores occupied the ends of the small road, the other end a parking lot for the shoppers. To the right was a bathing suit and water-sport store, and the left was the chocolate store.

Hiyori slowed down as she approached it, breathing heavily as the scent consumed her senses. She walked in casually, drinking in the new interior and relating it to the old. All the white glass containers still lined the walls and counter, stretching high with candy of all colors. In the past, the walls had been a chocolate color, but this time the walls were blue. The floors were also re-done from checkered tiles to hardwood. What surprised her the most was that there was a small section of candies like lollipops and taffy, and a little cooler of ice cream.

"One second please! I'll be with you in a moment!" A young voice jolted her out of her staring. Embarrassed, Hiyori looked around to find the person, maybe the crazy owner her friends told her about? There was a counter directly in front of her, it was clear the kitchen was behind it and there was someone bustling around there. Walking towards it, Hiyori was distracted by another noise to her right.

There was another body behind the ice cream counter, heaving out empty ice cream containers and lifting new ones. The first thing she noticed was a head of fluffy blonde hair under a 50s waiter hat, bent over in the cooler. With a sigh, he pushed himself out and slammed the glass covering closed. Hiyori made her way towards him, noticing that the boy was young. She wouldn't be surprised if this was the son of the owner, but he looked a little younger than 14. Especially when their eyes met, his face was still rounded out by some baby fat and his hazel eyes were large.

"Can I help you?" The kid asked as Hiyori came closer. It caused Hiyori to pause and she realised she didn't know what she wanted, or why she came here.

"Hi, um, I'm- a- friend of Kofuku and Daikoku? I just thought I'd stop in and say hi." Hiyori explained.

"Oh! Well, uh, it's nice to meet you. My name's Yukine," he quickly wiped his hands and came around the counter. Hiyori smiled and took the hand he offered. He wore a light blue shirt that matched the lines of his hat and a long white apron that matched his pants.

"It's nice to meet you too. I come here every summer and usually spend nights at Kofuku's so we'll be seeing a lot of each other for a while." She smiled at Yukine who only blushed and nodded. He looked around for something to say then perked up.

"Um, one second," Yukine smiled politely at her before turning towards the kitchen, "Yato! Get your butt out here, one of Kofuku's friends showed up!" He cupped his hands around his mouth as he hollard, causing Hiyori to flinch. She forced another smile when Yukine whipped around and flashed her an adorable grin that she couldn't help but feel was fake.

"I'm busy! Just bring 'em back here!" Another voice shouted back. It caused the kid to sigh and wave his hand at Hiyori.

"Here, follow me." Yukine said as she followed him, "he's working on a really big online order and it's difficult to pull him away from projects. I have a hard enough time getting him to Kofuku's to eat." The kid muttered and Hiyori thought it was adorable that this child was the caretaker for his caretaker.

The back of the store was tiny, crowded by large ovens and machines, surrounding a long metal table. Hiyori gasped at the monstrosity at the end of the table was a tall chocolate-something. It looked like an abstract flower, ribbons of chocolate stretching up towards the sky, curling around each other and sporting different swirls of colors. Next to it, a young man in a floppy chef's hat was carefully cutting a strip of chocolate from a large slate.

"Hey Kiddo!" Yato looked up with a smile. His face was smeared with chocolate as well as his white t-shirt, and Hiyori had to admit his face was also really cute.

"Hello," Hiyori greeted, "my name is Hiyori Iki." She grimaced when the man grinned and wiped his hands on a dirty rag before running around the counter, shimming past a large stone oven.

"The name's Yato! You're the one Kofuku said comes around every year, right?"

"Yes, that's me," Hiyori blushed at the thought of Kofuku talking about her to total strangers. She shook his hand when he offered it, feeling it was slick with sweat and confection. The ovens made it rather hot in here.

"Nice to meet ya!" Yato wrapped an arm around Yukine's shoulders and pulled him in close, "We just moved to the area right at the end of last summer so we're really new to the area. Hope you'll take good care of us!" He beamed another dazzling smile at her and Hiyori didn't have the heart to tell him she wasn't really a local. Kid in a candy store indeed. Speaking of kid, Yukine looked disgusted at the contact and pushed Yato's arm off him.

"She said she eats dinner with Kofuku too so we'll see her later," Yukine said.

"Oh that's good. Daikoku's cooking really is the best!" Yato nodded like he was agreeing with himself. A timer going off distracted him and he hustled to a taffy machine, shutting it off.

"Yukine, treat her to something would ya?" Yato looked up at Hiyori, "Whatever you want, okay?" He winked like he didn't just offer up his kid's money, though Hiyori supposed this is where Yukine got it from.

"Actually, I came here because I smelled some chocolate?" Hiyori drifted off when she heard how obvious that sounded, "I mean like some fresh chocolate?" Her face burned when the boys just stared at her, then Yato looked around.

"Well I did just pour out some molds and put them in the freezer. Was there something specific you had in mind?

"Well, there used to be a chocolate shop here when I was little and my grandma used to get me these chocolate pops. I recognized the smell so I wanted to come here to see if it was the same." The longer she talked the harder it was to look at them. Even though Yato was listening, Yukine was starting to give her a funny look. She clutched at her dress as her blush spread to her ears, maybe she should make an excuse to leave and skip dinner with Kofuku.

"So basically, you want to try my chocolate to see if it's the same as the one your grandma used to buy for you?" Yato cocked his head.

"Yes! That's right!" Hiyori was happy he understood and she wasn't weird. She smiled when Yato grinned at her.

"And what do I get if mines better?" he asked. Hiyori let out a straggled noise at the realization he was teasing her. Her heart pounded and Hiyori noticed just how blue his eyes really were. Their moment was broken when Yukine walked over to Yato and elbowed him in the ribs.

"Just let her try one," Yukine huffed. Yato yelped and rubbed his side, glaring at the kid.

"Why not let her try one of yours?" Yato's smile was back on when the kid blushed and refused.

"You make chocolates too, Yukine?" Hiyori tried to distract them from their play-fighting. She had doubts earlier but they really were like a family. Yato snickered at him and sent a wink to Hiyori before making his way to the fridge.

"Uh, sometimes. I mostly make hard candy? I'm still learning and all," Yukine toed the ground, refusing to look at her. Hiyori giggled at his bashful expression.

"You're too modest, Yukine," she offered. Yato laughed from inside the metal refrigerator, peaking over his shoulder.

"You got that right! The kid's a fast learner and makes the best rock candy! I'm very proud of my little prodigy!" Yato smiled at his kid then stuck his face back into the fridge. Hiyori giggled at the blush Yukine wore.

"I'd love to try something of yours too," Hiyori asked.

"Yeah. Maybe." Yukine muttered at the ground. They turned back to the chef when Yato made a noise of urika.

"I found them!" Yato pulled out a large metal tray, letting it hang from its spot in the holders, "Which shape do you want? I made a ton: we got hearts, swords, cats?"

"-Um," Hiyori piped in, "Do you have a capybara?" It was embarrassing to say, but she came this far so she might as well go all the way. She missed the way Yato's body froze.

"Oh no," Yukine groaned. Before Hiyori could question his words, Yato came barreling towards her, stumbling over his feet and knocking into basically everything. Bracing herself, Hiyori prepared for the chef to knock her off her feet, only for him to simply grab both her hands and shake them up and down.

"You truly are a woman of great taste, Hiyori! I knew from the moment you walked in here you were something special, you got a good eye! The kid doesn't understand the true majesty of the capybaras- he's the one who makes me design chocolates in other shapes- which is such a shame! I would make all my chocolates into capybaras if I could! It would make them that much sweeter-oof!" Yato choked off when Yukine whacked him again and smushed his hands in Yato's face.

"-Would you shut it about the capybaras! Not everyone has an obsession like you do!" Yukine caterwauled. He then marched over to the fridge and pulled a stick off the parchment paper and brought it to Hiyori.

"Thank you," Hiyori smiled.

"It's on him," Yukine huffed. Yato whined while Hiyori took a look at the treat. Her memories came flooding back to her again, the wizard-capybara mold the same as when she was a child. The room went quiet as she took a bite of the ear and let it melt on her tongue.

It was amazing, the flavor was everything chocolate was imagined to be. The sweetness was there, mingled into the natural bitterness of the chocolate, in a way that put all mass produced sweetness to shame. It even lacked the heavy stickiness of other chocolates, easily gliding down her throat like cream. She could tell it was homemade with the skill of a professional.

Still, it didn't spark a single memory from her childhood. There was no nostalgia, Yato's chocolate was too unique to even come close to the one the old shop used to make. Despite how delicious it was, Hiyori couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"You don't like it," Yato spoke. Hiyori's head whipped up when she processed his tone. It was scary, he didn't sound angry by any means, just equally-if not more- disappointed. He didn't look upset either, Yato's face was impassive as he let the question hang.

"I like it!" Hiyori quickly insisted, "I love it, in fact! It's really delicious! You even used the same mold from before!" Her hands waved back and forth as she tried to reassure the chef. Snapping out of it, Yukine came between them.

"It's fine, really! This guy just takes his craft way too seriously," Yukine patted Yato's chest with an awkward laugh.

"What was wrong with it!" Yato stepped forward, "I mean what was different? How can I change it to fit your tastes?" His rapid questions were serious and he was carefully gauging her reaction. It was clear as day she was no chocolate connoisseur, but Yato was ready to take in her feedback carefully.

"It was, um," Hiyori swallowed under his piercing gaze but took in his answers seriously, "I remember it being sweeter. The chocolate was also a lighter and it wasn't shiny." She tried to think of anything else but it was so long ago and Hiyori was clearly no expert. Still, Yato took her words into consideration, humming in thought. He took another step closer and Hiyori's heartbeat suddenly picked up the pace. The man really was attractive and he smelled like sweet cream.

"That makes sense. More sugar and no tempering," Yato mumbled to himself. Hiyori's lips fell open in a silent gasp when Yato placed his hand on top of hers, bringing the chocolate up to his mouth and taking a large bite.

Heat spread through her body as Hiyori couldn't help but watch his lips move around as he tasted, eyes looking down in distant concentration. His hand was warm on top of hers and his fingers were sticky and calloused from sculpting works of art out of candy. Yato hummed again, almost like a moan, and he smiled at her. The action brightened his eyes further and stopped Hiyori's breathing.

"Okay! I think I got it. I can do it no problem," Yato's hand slipped from hers, "How long you here for?" His words brought Hiyori back down to Earth and she sputtered from self-embarrassment.

"Two-two weeks," Hiyori spluttered.

"That's perfect! I'll have a new batch for you to try by next week!" Yato seemed ecstatic at the idea of making even more chocolate, waving to Yukine to write everything down on an order form.

"You idiot! Don't just- you can't just take a bite of someone else's food! She's a- customer," Yukine said with a bright red face. Hiyori silently thanked him for addressing the issue without actually saying it.

"Ah, it's fine she can have another one. There're other capybara molds and I'm not against the extra cash," Yato waved the two flushed people and went back to his statue.

"Hmph. It's on the house," Yukine huffed and snatched another pop off the rack. He didn't get a response, Yato was already immersed in his project. Hiyori took it numbly, she watched Yato's hand guide the small knife through the slab with calculated precision.

"Make sure you walk Hiyori home, or back to Kofuku's or wherever. Bring your phone." Yato muttered down at the chocolate. Next to her, Yukine tsked and looked up at an analogue clock.

"You got three hours till Daikoku makes dinner. I'll come and get you, so be ready," Yukine interrupted Yato's rebuttal, "you're going." He smirked to himself when Yato grumbled but didn't say anything. Hiyori giggled too, she found herself looking forward to dinner.

Daikoku wasn't kidding when he said Yato was eccentric; the chocolatier was a hard-working whirlwind of sweets and art. It was clear he loved his job, and his kid, and he was very vocal about his crazy thoughts and ideas. Originally, Hiyori planned on bringing some work to the beach while she relaxed until her parents arrived, but she quickly found herself in the chocolate shop with the two boys. It started when she walked down to the beach to find Yato doing laps, Yukine already lounging in her favorite spot. They invited her to breakfast, her treat, then offered her more chocolate in return. She became Yato's honorary taste-tester and even gotta try some of Yukine's food.

The types of jobs and people that walked in and out of Yato's shop were interesting to see. They each had different combinations of tastes and visions, Yato more than up to the challenge to meet their wants. Which he always did, perfectly. The more the days ticked by, the more excited Hiyori got for what Yato would make for her. All the chocolates she tried were amazing and she almost didn't care to remember the old chocolate.

So she spent every day in the candy store and every night at Kofuku's. Within that time, they've definitely gotten closer. Kofuku and Yato got much more touchy feely when intoxicated; their lips looser. Hiyori heard the story of Yato feeding Yukine hand-made treats while he stayed away from home, eventually being led into his apartment like a toddler to a van. That was over a year ago, once the adoption was done, and Yato saved up enough money, they packed up and moved out here. He did call Yato 'dad' on occasion, thought usually it was saved for extreme emotion. Hiyori had only heard it when Yato completed a massive project, and again when the oven exploded with the chef next to it.

And now, it was the twelfth day since their meeting. After they had lunch, Yato announced that her chocolate was just about finished and that she could come taste it after dinner. Yukine was off with some friends for the night so it would just be the two of them. The thought made her giddy, Yato was a lot of fun to be around and it wasn't just because he gave her tasty chocolate.

She pushed open the door and walked in like she was the chef. The shop's lights were off, save for the ones in the containers and the kitchen. The bell above the door rang again as it shut behind her and there was some clattering in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry we're closed," Yato stumbled through the doorway with a bowl tucked into his elbow, "Hiyori!" He grinned when he noticed her, causing a big smile to stretch across her face too. She followed him into the kitchen, looking at the table for the next big sculpture only to see it have a single metal tray intended with molds of capybaras.

"Your chocolate is in the fridge already and should be ready to try soon! Do you mind pouring the rest while I clean? Yukine will have my head if he comes home to a messy kitchen." Yato was already handing her Yukine's apron and the bowl.

"Oh, I can clean if you need," Hiyori tried.

"Nah, I'm pretty quick at cleaning and you still don't know where everything goes," Yato pushed the bowl in her hands with a wink. She made her way to the grey pan, awkwardly picking up the spatula Yato gestured at. He got to work in a large sink, bustling around the kitchen like he did during rush hour. Hiyori looked back down at the bowl, the smell wafting from it already bringing her grandmother's kimono to mind.

She got to work pouring in the molds, the chocolate sliding out quickly and splattering over the sides. After about three modes of uneven pouring, Hiyori got smart enough to use the spatula to help lessen the flow. Something she saw Yato and Yukine do on occasion. Somewhere behind her, Yato put away the final bowl and closed the cabinets with a sigh. She felt him move somewhere, but it wasn't until he spoke that she realised how close he was.

"Hang on," Yato spoke next to her ear, "use the spatula to wipe the drips when you start a new one. It keeps them neat and won't waste as much." His hands fell on top of hers again, body lightly pressing against her back as his jaw brushed against her head.

"O-oh," Hiyori tensed up when Yato's hands actually guided her own through the motions but she hesitantly leaned back. Yato's chest was solid as she pressed against him, the sweet smell that followed him everywhere overriding her other senses and making her forget all about the old chocolate in her hands. He was so warm, her heart pounded against her chest, making it difficult to breath. Instead she forced intensely on the movements, working to clench and unclench her fingers when needed.

"It looks good," he breathed, "see if you spread it up and down like this, it comes out much more even. Up and down, up and down, see you got it." Yato let his hands go when Hiyori hummed and she worried for a moment he would leave. Instead his arms fell and wrapped lightly around her waist, hardly bringing her any closer.

"Is this alright? You can say no and hit me like you usually do, I'll still give you chocolate," Yato asked. Hiyori giggled at him, moving onto the next mold. She felt him press a smile to her shoulder while watching her work. Hiyori looked good making chocolate, here with him, like she completed the picture.

"No, this is fine." She hummed. It was relaxing to work, the movement very easy and repetitive. The room was warm and Yato's body was warmer, the room quiet and sweet-smelling. It felt like home.

Soon Hiyori was done with all the molds and she quietly set the empty bowl dow, along with the spatula. They stood like that for a little while, the seconds ticking on the clock seeming to have hours in between. Neither of them said anything, Hiyori letting her head rest against his as Yato leaned heavily on her. If it wasn't for his hammering heart, Hiyori would have thought he fell asleep. She moved to put her arms over his, stopping when she noticed the amount of chocolate covering her hands. The moment was shot when Yato's hand grabbed hers before she could reach her mouth.

"No! That will ruin the surprise!" Yato un-coiled himself from her and happily scampered to the refrigerator. Hiyori sighed in amusement and disappointment, but excitement still bubbled in her chest. She already knew Yato was an amazing chocolatier- she would even say his creations are her favorite- but if he managed to capture the tastes of her childhood Hiyori would truly be blown away.

Hiyori noticed Yato's posture suddenly shift, his normally boisterous attitude became unsure. A chocolate pop was pulled off the parchment paper and hidden quickly behind his back, then Yato mosied up to Hiyori with forced casualness. She swallowed when she took in his red cheeks and the way he couldn't quite meet her eyes. The chocolate pop was hidden behind his back.

"So, um, I did some research and the old chocolate shop that was here was more of a candy store that bought and sold other brands. But you said that the guy made the chocolates- and there was some candy makers left- but if I had to guess it was more of a side thing?" Yato coughed, "a-anyway, I think the chocolate you liked was the amature type people make at home."

"Uh-huh," Hiyori smiled at his rambling, "that makes sense." She watched Yato shift awkwardly in one place before pitying him and taking a step forward. Open palm held out, Yato looked at her for a moment before pushing the candy in her hand. He didn't look at her reaction, only shrinking in on himself when he heard her small gasp of surprise.

The chocolate pop Yato gave her was not in the shape of a capybara, but rather in the shape of a heart. A medium sized, extremely detailed heart with tiny hearts lining the edges had the words "thank you for your help" in fancy calligraphy. Hiyori's own heart squeezed so tight it made her light-headed. She felt her whole body re-heat even hotter than before as a feeling sweeter than Yato's chocolate lifted her lips into a wide smile.

"I love it," Hiyori breathed, showing her glee to Yato who immediately beamed.

"Try it! Let me know if it suits your tastes." Yato watched her lips closely as they took in the treat. Hiyori made a noise of surprise, then a moan. Yato perked up but quickly panicked when he saw her eyes water.

"Ah-! Hiyori is it-? What is it?"

"It's perfect," Hiyori quickly wiped a tear and laughed at herself, "this is exactly what my grandmother used to buy for me when I visited. Thank you, Yato." She smiled wide at him as he worked to calm down. Gaps of her memory were filled and bloomed with detail. Hiyori remembered the interior of the old shop, the dress she wore, and the feel of her grandmother's hand. This chocolate was straight out of her mind and with it childhood happiness.

"I'm really happy you like it," Yato confessed. A couple steps and Hiyori was pulling him into a hug, Yato tensed as she squeezed her arms around his neck then relaxed and returned it. She pulled away, but just barely. Just to look into his eyes.

"You mind if I have a taste?" Yato asked. Hiyori snorted at his gluttonous habits and held out her pop for him to bite. With a grin his hand wrapped around hers and pushed the candy down. Surprise crossed Hiyori's face for a moment as he leaned in and waited, but she met him in the middle.

He smelled just as sweet as always but he tasted even more so. As their lips moved together, Yato pulled her in a bit tighter. Hiyori let her hand slide up his neck and rest on his cheek, her fingers brushing the bangs that escaped his ponytail. She let Yato lick his way into her mouth with the skills of a professional taster, squeaking when he kissed her senseless. They pulled apart, breathless, and let their foreheads rest against each other.

"So listen, um," Yato spoke over the candy, "I know you're leaving in a couple more days but I'd really like to take you out sometime?" His nervousness was back but he held her wide-eyes much better this time.

"I'd like that." Hiyori smiled. They beamed at each other like idiots before sharing more pecks, Yato letting the chocolate pop melt in his hands while Hiyori worked to make new memories.

[queenmuzz]

Deep Blue Sea; Chapter II: Steel Grey

A bit of a wordy chapter today.  The full story is also available on Ao3 for easier reading

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You attempted not to look too eager as you walked up the stairs to the stage as your name was called, to receive your diploma. Ten years of hard work, sleepless nights, typing up essays, studying, and research had finally paid off to reward you with your ultimate reward: a PhD in Marine Biology. Of course, you knew you had it easier than most, bankrolled by your wealthy father, you never needed to worry about going hungry and studying, or risking a fail mark in order to deliver pizzas or something.

But you couldn't help but feel proud, you'd finally done it! You'd been wanting to study Marine Biology since you were a little girl, especially when you found out that there were creatures that lived even in pitch darkness on the ocean floor. What amazing discoveries must be waiting for you down there! Of course, you were realistic in that you'd probably never be able be the crew member of ALVIN, or any of the other deep-sea-submersibles, but your assistance would be invaluable to understanding the farthest edges of earthly exploration.

You paused for a moment while the Dean handed you the parchment, and you stared out at the the crowd. The lights shining down on the stage made the audience completely invisible, but the flash of camera lights from a certain section was a good indication where your family and loved ones were. You posed and smiled for their cameras for a few moments, before getting off the stage, terrified you were going to trip on your long flowing robe. So you sat down and politely clapped as each of your fellow graduates had their moment in the spotlight.

After the ceremony, it didn't take long for you to find your guests sitting right where you guessed they were. Your parents, as per usual, were sitting as far as part as possible, but had remained civil to each other, so that was good. Between them sat Sarah, your best friend, and... Frederick, looking as dapper as always, yet nervous as hell. You'd met via your dad's business connections, he was the son of a wealthy fish processing company that your father did regular business with. You always sensed that both your and his parents were gently nudging you to be with each other. Fredrick (never Fred, always the full name) always seemed to be invited to gatherings that your mother or father arranged, and vice versa with his parents and you. So, eventually... you both started dating, much to the delight of everyone. He was pleasant enough, always a gentleman, but there was something missing...

“I'm so happy!” Your mother placed her hands on both of your cheeks and squeezed to an almost uncomfortable degree. “You've done it!”

“Now, now Carolyn, let the girl breathe, she's had a busy day today.” and your father pushed her aside (earning a slight scowl from his ex-wife) before enveloping you in a big hug. “You've made me a very proud father today. I know I can expect great things from you.” He pulled away and joked, “Now, you can work on that Bachelor's degree in Business.”

“Charles!”

“It was a joke, Carolyn”

“OHMYGAAWD! THIS IS AWESOME! Now you can tell people to address you as 'Doctor'!” Sarah screeched as she nearly bowled you over.

“Yes, because I spent a decade of my life just so I could get 'Dr.' on all my stationary,” you remarked dryly.

“Oh yeah, we better get on that. You could design a whole new template!” she replied, completely oblivious to your sarcasm. You loved her to bits, but sometimes... you wondered about her.

Fredrick pulled you away from her into a polite embrace and a chaste kiss. “I'm so happy for you, my dear. You've finally achieved your dream” his smile was sincere and you couldn't help yourself from pulling him closer to you. Having him near you made the rest of the bustle of the world dim slightly.

But of course, things like this could never last, as your father's voice intruded..

“As much as I'd like to stay here and celebrate, I've made reservations at Figaroni's in an hour. We should be able to beat the traffic and get there in time.” Semi-reluctantly, you separated from your boyfriend, and the five of you made your way out of the auditorium past the multitude of families of every shape and size, each celebrating the achievements of their loved ones.

  *****

  “Ever since I've known you, you've always been in love with with mermaids” Sarah said, standing up and regaling the table with an embarrassing tale disguised as a toast. This had to be her third drink, if the fact that the champagne sloshed a bit from side to side indicated anything. “Brittany was known as 'horse girl', Jessica was known as the 'Ballet girl',” and you,” she grinned, “you got the name of 'Mermaid girl' once Timothy got a hold of your note book, filled to the brim with mermaid drawings.”

She wasn't wrong, you'd had a lifelong fascination of anything mer-related since your childhood. Mermaid figurines, mermaid dolls, mermaid movies were things you were obsessed about Of course, everyone thought it was one of your endearing quirks. But no one knew the real cause of your fascination with them....and to be truthful, you weren't sure you were, either.

“That's not a bad thing!” she clarified “Because of that obsession, you've pushed yourself to greater, and greater heights, and now...” she dabbed her eyes with the linen napkin as she sniffled “I'm so happy I got to see your entire journey. A toast to your future, and I hope it will be 'fin-filling'!”

Polite 'Hear Hear's', and the clinking of glasses followed, and you took a tiny sip of the bubbly drink. In truth, you were ready to go home. Usually you preferred the solitude, only shared by close friends and family, and only for a limited amount of time. But this was an exception, and you would deal with it, just for tonight as you smiled politely at your guests. Your mother and father had been on their best behaviour, even if they were sitting on the opposite sides of the table, separated by Fredrick's parents. You weren't quite sure why they had been invited, but they had been polite guests, and provided the social lubricant to keep the friction down between your parents.

Fredrick's father slapped his son's back, “It's your turn, my boy.” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. Hesitatingly, Fredrick got up, and licked his lips “So, uh...I met you back at one of your mother's charity fundraising dinners, to be fair...I don't even remember what it was about. It really wasn't that important in hindsight it seems. But what I do remember was the moment I met you, and that gorgeous blue dress you wore. And how you were able to discuss topics about practically everything. When you said yes when I first asked you out, I thought I was the luckiest man in the world.... but..uh.. I think I was wrong...”

Your throat closed, and your eyes grew to the size of teacups as he got down on one knee. You could hear the sound of cell phone cameras being whipped out and pictures being snapped. Even the surrounding tables quieted down to observe you. You were beginning to understand why your father hadn't booked a private room, like he usually did for dinners out. He wanted the spectacle.

Fredrick pulled out a black velvet box and it opened it, revealing an obscenely large jewelled ring. You could barely see the gold underneath the beautiful assortment of light pink diamonds.

“Will you now...” he said, “make me the luckiest man in the world?”

You stared, your tongue caught in your throat. You felt the eyes of the table, the restaurant, the world on you...and you knew how you should should answer, but did you really commit to this man for the rest of your life?

The air was pressing down on you as you struggled to answer. Any longer and it would get intolerably uncomfortable

  “I... yes... of course... I'd .. love to...!”

  And with that, the entire place burst out into cheers, and Fredrick pulled you into a passionate kiss. This was supposed to be the happiest time of your life so far....

  So why did it feel so wrong?

  *****

  By the end of the meal, you were frankly exhausted, and you were happy that your father offered to drive you home, alone After saying farewells to your mother, friend, fiance and future in-laws, you made your way to your dad's car.

You were less than pleased to see a well dressed, yet unsavoury looking individual standing by the car door. Your father seemed more than delighted to see the man.

“Ah, Doctor, apologies for making you wait so long, it's been quite an eventful day.”

“None needed,” he smiled, a bit too widely for your comfort. He turned “By the way, congratulations on your impending nuptials” Did everyone know about your engagement before you did?

You politely shook his hand, as your dad made the introductions. “Sweetheart, this is Dr. Griffon, a marine biologist I've been doing business with. He's been highly helpful with the surprise I've been planning for you.”

Your eyebrows raised questioningly, you had known your father had been renovating (with your permission) your house the past few months as an upcoming present for your graduation, but why did he need the help of someone such as this doctor?

“You'll see very soon, and I think you'll love it..” your father murmured as he held the door open for you.

You all got into the black Mercedes-Benz E-class (your father had just recently purchased yet another one... the man loved buying luxury cars like you love mermaid themed stuff), with you in the front passenger seat, and the Doctor sat in the back.

As you drove off, your guest attempted to make some small talk with you, “So, what are you specializing in, my dear?” “I'm planning to study deep sea life, there's so much we don't know about down there,” you responded politely.

His hands clapped together in glee, “Oh good, a fellow lover of the quest for the unknown! You'll have a banquet laid out for you”

“And you, Dr. Griffon, what's your area of focus?” you asked, truthfully intrigued. The Marine Biology community, even worldwide, was rather small, and it amazed you that you'd never heard of this man. Hopefully your father wasn't being swindled about a con artist.

“Ah, I'm in a rather niche area of study, focused mainly on what the general population terms as 'Cryptos'. For example, creatures such as the Loch Ness monster, although I prefer the ocean based versions, as opposed to freshwater.” He looked at your obviously doubtful face, and smiled. “Ah, I've seen that look a thousand times, but trust me, you'll understand soon.” You wanted to ask more questions, but you resigned yourself to relaxing into the leather seats.

“I'm so proud of you today, sweetheart” your father spoke after a few minutes of silence. “Well, I've been wanting to do graduate into this field for so long, it feels like the end of a journey, and the start of new one...”

“Oh yes, that.. of course, getting your degree is wonderful and all, but I was talking about your engagement. Fredrick's a good match for you, and together I know you'll be able take over the business when I retire. In fact,” he said as he pulled onto the private driveway that led to the family estate.” I was thinking you could spend the next year just relaxing, no pressure. All you would need to do is focus learning the ropes on how to run the business, and...of course, preparing for the wedding. That's going to take a lot of work on your own, even with your mother constantly butting in.” “Ah...I don't know, I was really hoping to start work, there's a lot of offers I have to sift through, and there's a research vessel of the coast of Puerto Rico I was hoping to join...”

“Sweetheart,” your father interrupted, as he pulled into your driveway. “I understand you're eager to put all your knowledge to good use, but you deserve a break, especially with all the upcoming excitement. Look, I'll pay for all your living expenses for the year, and after that,” he turned off the ignition, “You'll be able to focus on your profession, all refreshed”.

You sat there for a second, thinking of his offer, it was very generous, but... you had really wanted to start the journey about studying the newest discoveries on the sea floor... but your father's business, the thing he had carefully crafted to give to you...” “Alright,” acquiesced, and your father grinned as he ruffled your hair.

“Excellent, you've made your old man proud... now... for that surprise. I need you to close your eyes....”

You felt him lead you gently up the steps, heard him jangle the keys, and as you struggled to take off your high heels, (so thankful you didn't have to wear them for a while, your feet were killing you), he gripped your hands as he led you down the living room... “Alright, open your eyes.” and the sight that unfolded you took your breath away.

Replacing so much of your admittedly massive living room was an aquarium. No, an aquarium was an understatement. You'd have mistaken it for an Olympic sized swimming pool, if it weren't for the fact that there was glass panels allowing a full view of the water, as well as an assortment of fish, rocks, and coral. A miniature ocean habitat. You pressed yourself against the glass, your eyes darting this way and that.

“This...this is wonderful! Thank you so much, dad!” you embraced your father.

“Ah...” the Doctor butted in “All of this pales in contrast to the main attraction...although it doesn't seem to be friendly right now...” his eyes surveyed the scene, before his eyes lit up and he pointed to a craggy rock. “There it is... watching us from behind the rock.”

Your eyes followed his finger to the said mentioned rock, and your breath momentarily stopped. There, glaring at the three of you was a pair of piercing grey eyes... a human torso, connected to a dull grey fish tail....a real live merman.

“Is that...” you struggled to form a coherent sentence.

“It is indeed, one of the few ever documented, let alone captured alive, you are a very lucky woman” the Doctor crossed his arms, obviously proud of his achievement. “Your father's help in acquiring it will have my undying gratitude.”

“I'm just glad it's no longer a threat to my ships.” your father grumbled “nearly a dozen of the company's vessels damaged by it, and one sunk...” he paused and looked at the Doctor, very seriously. “You are certain it won't be a threat to my girl? It was extremely hostile to everyone so far”

“I assure you” Dr. Griffon smiled, “I've spent decades researching these creatures, I know how they can be controlled. It won't lay a finger on your daughter, if it knows what it's good for it.”

“Does he have a name?” you interjected, feeling uncomfortable at how this conversation was going.

“I've been calling it 'Angelo' as it is a rather ethereal creature... although in hindsight, Diablos would have been a better name. Until it was restrained, it was a fiendish creature...”

“He hasn't told you his name?” you asked, perplexed.

“My dear,” the Doctor said patronizingly, “It doesn't speak, they don't have the intelligence to, besides,” his hand tapped the thick glass. “Even if it could, you'd never be able to understand it. I do believe that they have some rudimentary form of communication, perhaps via colour change. When it was first captured, it's scales were a bright blue. Unfortunately, it seems to have gone a sickly off white, which I can't understand... his vitals are within normal range”

He can talk, I know he can! You wanted to scream back at them, but you bit your tongue, preferring to remain polite and silent.

It didn't take a Marine Biologist to see that he was in some sort of emotional distress. The defensive posture, the way he attempted to hide, and the hate in his eyes. The hatred blazed out at your father, the Doctor, and even you. It was obvious to you, but neither of elder men seemed to notice anything. They saw 'it' as merely yet another fish, albeit an extremely rare one, one without any emotions, just the will to survive. As your father discussed... something, you kept your eyes locked on him. Had he been a human, going by his torso, he'd probably push six feet, but with the long flowing tail, he almost reached seven and a half. And despite your disdain for the doctor, he was correct, he looked healthy, although the bags under his eyes might mean he'd been sleep deprived. Not that you could blame him. What emotional turmoil had he been going through, for ...how long? You'd heard rumours of an inordinate amount mechanical failures of the ships for the past few months, but you didn't recall when they stopped, so focused on putting the finishing touches on your thesis. To be treated like an animal for any length of time would be torture...this 'gift' seemed worse and worse the more you thought about it. And his eyes, they glared at you, but now they were tempered a little bit with... fear? The mere thought he might fear you made you sick to you stomach.

“Sweetheart, are you listening?” your father asked, oblivious to your emotions. “Dr. Griffon is giving you important information on how to take care of it.”

“Now now,” the slimy old man smiled “I can't say I blame her for being fascinated with it, she's the only person in the world to possess one. If I only had the resources.... but your father has assured me that I will be able to take examinations of it on it's monthly check-ups. For it's health, of course... we wouldn't want such a marvelous specimen to sicken and die. Now, if you both would be so kind and follow me, I've got a notebook full of information to help you take care of it, as well as when the filters need to be changed....”

  ******

  You approached the aquarium glass again, alone at last. It was almost midnight, and both the men had finally left, leaving you with an enormous book of notes that reminded you of being a freshmen in university again.... You'd perused only the basics, feeding and water temperatures, you would focus on the specifics later on.

He hadn't moved an inch since you'd left him, still glaring at you. Although, you noticed the fear was gone... that was good, you'd rather him hate you than fear you.

“Hello,” you cautiously said, introducing your name, and his pale eyebrows moved minutely... so he could at least hear you, that was a good sign.

“I don't believe them at all, I know you're not stupid, you're able to understand what I'm saying, and even talk....” you paused, this was a delicate time, you couldn't push him too much, “I'm not going to ask you to talk if you don't want to...I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to. I just... I just want to make sure you're okay...like is the water too warm or too cold? Is it too salty, or not enough? Or food... what do you like to eat? I can try to get you whatever it is you want, and while it might not be as fresh as if you got it from your home...”

There was no response, but his glare had softened, just slightly. You were hopeful, that perhaps some dialogue could be established.... perhaps he had been more talkative prior to his captivity.

“I'm going to sleep right there,” you pointed to your living room couch, “If you need anything....don't hesitate to tap the glass, I'm a light sleeper.” you hesitated for a moment, “I don't want to be your jailer, I want what's best for you”

A swing and a miss, you realized as his gaze hardened...and you decided retreat was the best option now. There would always be tomorrow...and the next day... and the next day...as long, and as much as it takes for you to learn to trust me...

  And as you drifted off to sleep on the plush couch, you could still feel his steel grey eyes watching you.

[eggscelsior]

Tag Game

I was tagged by @allforandreil <3

last?

drink: Tap water phone call: My dad text message: My mom song you listened to: Choke by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me (it’s my “drugged Andrew censoring Neil and himself in Exites” song) time you cried: idk prolly yesterday, I cry a lot over happy and sad things

ever?

dated someone twice: Like, two dates? Yes. Broke up and took em back? I’m not masochistic. kissed someone and regretted it: Yes been cheated on: Nah  lost someone special: Yes gotten drunk and thrown up: I was that drunk precisely once and I made myself throw up because it was an uncomfortable sensation and I didn’t want to digest any more of the alcohol. I don’t understand Kevin and the Monsters that get wasted, okay, it’s not fun??? fave colors?: Any dark shade of purple (plums, wines), royal blue, deep green, sunny yellow

in the last year have you?

made new friends: Yes :) fallen out of love: Nah the ace awakening happened like five years ago laughed until you cried: Lots :) found out someone was talking about you: Not in a bad way met someone who changed you: Yep! Very recent friends who have made me more comfortable and confident <3 found out who your friends are: I accumulate them slowly and keep them forever, it’s not a sudden discovery kissed someone on your Facebook friends list: Nope!

general

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Facebook is for people who actually know my face, so all of em. do you have any pets: Rosie is my gorgeous Dumerils boa <3333333 do you want to change your name: Yep! Amelia Rae ...and some last name that ends in a T. Because Ameliorate is my favorite English word. I am that nerd.  what did you do for your last birthday: My best friend/fake twin (same birthday) and her fiance and I went out for dinner and homemade cake what time did you wake up today: 7am what were you doing last night at midnight: I will be perfectly honest I was reading my tagger’s delicious smut and I am not ashamed. what is something you can’t wait for:  To have a place of my own without family or roommates. what are you listening to right now: My fish tank have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yeah something that gets on your nerves: People who pretend everything is fine to your face and complain to others about you, instead of simply telling you their problem and letting you change and grow accordingly. most visited website: Tumblr hair colour: Dishwater blonde. Can’t be assed to put in effort and color it but if I did I’d go auburn like my mother (WHY didn’t I get her hair genes TnT) long or short hair: Shoulder length, needs to be cut short again what do you like about yourself: My empathy. Also my tits want any piercings: Maybe an industrial? But it would look weird with my preference for dangly earrings over studs in the lobes. blood type: O+ nicknames: Not sure I have one, aside from things my brothers called me as a child that didn’t stick relationship status: Single and satisfied with this zodiac sign: Cancer (Gemini with the Ophiuchus shift, which works well with having a fake twin and all) fave tv show: B99, Father Brown, Endeavour, NCIS (till Abby left), uh...basically if it’s detective or procedural cop, but especially if it’s British, I’m guaranteed to love it tattoos: none yet, I’ve got a spot in mind once I have a meaningful design right or left handed: Right-handed ever had surgery: Wisdom teeth extraction piercings: Ears, nips sports: Does calligraphy count? No? Well, the gym. trainers: Ryka eating: Salmon and Kale Quinoa Salad from Bubba’s 33 (@nurplenurple go eat this holy shit) drinking: Tap water, perpetually. I crave that mineral i’m about to watch: Got an odd hankering for Season 1 (the only good season) of that Tokyo Drift anime with the odd lips, you know the one...Initial D, that’s the name waiting for: Aforementioned anime to buffer want: My job to pay twice as much get married: PFFFFT NAH career: I love working in my water lab, just y’know...twice as much money pls hugs or kisses: hugsssssssss lips or eyes: Eyes (specifically the combination of dark hair/lashes and light irises, hnnnnng good aesthetic material right there) shorter or taller: I’ve never dated a guy taller than me and I’m related to no men shorter than me, not sure if there’s a psychological connection there older or younger: Well I have a kink for older but not for ME, y’know. Just to look at. nice arms or stomach: Mmmmmmmmng biceps hookup or relationship: Neh troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant

have you ever?

kissed a stranger: No drank hard liquor: Yes lost glasses: Spare contacts in the purse for when I lose the glasses, otherwise can’t be assed to put in contacts turned someone down: No sex on the first date: Never broken someone’s heart: ...yes but didn’t mean to had your heart broken: By my own fuckin asexuality, maybe been arrested: Nope cried when someone died: Yes fallen for a friend: No

do you believe in

yourself: Sometimes miracles: Yes love at first sight:  No kiss on the first date:  Not frenching lol angels: Yes

other?

best friend’s name: The irl ones? Liliana and Maddie <3 The online ones? DK and Misha and getting to know a few others too <3 eye colour: Hazel fave movie: The Emperor’s New Groove favourite actor: Tyler Hoechlin favourite food: Vegetables, is that weird to say? I snack on frozen bagged veggies instead of popcorn extrovert or introvert: Introvert favourite flower: Rose for the scent, Lily of the Valley for appearance favourite hello kitty character? We’re just going to replace this with “Homestuck” and the answer is Karkat

I’m tagging @dkafterdark, @nurplenurple, @still-waiting-for-godot, and @yeollie-bells ^u^

[thelazydoughnut]

Hey look me over, lend me an ear

For some strange reason I got a flood of memories all hitting me at once. All the those memories revolved around the bleak life I was living not to long ago.

After I left my bf of 7 years, I had no place to go. Jon, my best friend, took me in to the room he was renting out in Gresham (yuck). I was just thankful I want sleeping on the street (yet), or in the break room at work. So we took the hour long bus ride to his house from downtown Portland. I have to say, I loved that little room. So freaking cozy. The bathroom however is exactly what you'd expect a bathroom to be with three guys sharing it. Also the shower was the smallest shower I've ever used. It was seriously something that belonged on a fishing boat.

Jon made me feel at home. As always, he's the rare type that is incredibly giving. caring and will jump to help you if asked no matter what he's doing. His one major flaw is that he never puts himself first. He knows what it's like to not have anything and that shows through his personality and actions of care. I'm not being biased when I say Jon is one incredible person. Another time will go into detail and the extent of how he was my guardian angel while also the selfish prick that hurt him and worried him like no other. His actions towards me are nothing short of true love.

I sometimes wonder if when he saw me in active addiction if he ever saw himself. There are some parallels to my story but they are also typical events in any addiction story. I can't imagine watching someone you love destroy themselves and helplessly standing by. I think of my mom and my dad. My dad was an alcoholic until I was around 12, I think. I actually don't remember any incidents. Only the clinking of ice with scotch in a glass. A lot of people feel pity for me when they here this about my life. What they don't understand is even when my dad was in the midst of his low, he was still an amazing dad. He has never mistreated me or anyone of my family that I know of. I feel good people still shine through and give a glimmer of hope from their real self. No addict is hopelessly lost. Ever. But they have to want it.

I do have to mention my mother as well. She's a lot like Jon. She puts herself before anyone which also makes her number one in her career. My mom is one of the toughest people I know next to Jon and my dad. I am so incredibly blessed to have them in my life.

I have so many painful memories that I try so hard to repress. It's something I never want to relive again and keeps me away from that poison. Thinking of going back literally makes my heart flutter and my palms sweat. I get this hot shaky feeling that doesn't go away until I bury the memories. Bad stuff happens out there. Things that I smother to forget. Things I never want to speak of again. Things that have slapped the sense into me. Life is all one big lesson and sometimes those lessons hurt.

I do have a funny memory, at least it funny to me.

I had this friend who owned a cart near my usual bar. Located in the sketchiest park of Portland. I loved the thrill of dangerous territory. That's why I was attracted to the bar located where it was. So this guy and I met after buying food from him. We got to taking and he invited me into his cart. He offered me a beer in a coffee cup, like we did at voodoo doughnuts, and had fun conversations while he cooked. After that I started visiting every Fri and Sat. Those days were the only days he work because the foot traffic from all the club's brought in a lot of business. We got to know each other quite well. He knew about my life and I knew about his. We would always get drunk and I honestly don't remember how I got home.

I need to back up and explain and important detail. This guy has a young son and another one on the way with his wife. So after a night visiting him, as we were both drunk, he got a little flirty. Drunk me makes terrible decisions when it comes to men and sex. That's how I ended up having sex with a guy whose name I forgot in the VIP bathroom above a club.

I went back to jons and we had our usual time to chill and decompress, so thankful for the warm sage place I could stay and his company. My phone started buzzing. A lot. I looked and it was the food cart guy. I answered back and minutes later he was sexting me. Jon had to remind me of this memory because I had completely forgotten. So a different day I was headed to my local dive. I hustled by his food cart into the bar and remained unseen. After having too much at the bar, I made my way down to his cart. Lo behold he had more alcohol and of course I drank it. He started getting nearer and nearer to me until we started making out and his hand was inching towards my belt. You will not believe this but 10 seconds later we hear a woman's voice call out. It was his mothafuckin wife. I felt like a total asshole when I think back to this moment.

She was sticking around so I left. It's dark out and somehow I called Jon to tell him I was trying to get to his place. That's the last thing I remember before waking up by the cops. Those guys were super cool and caring. They gently asked a few questions which I responded to the best of my ability, they hand cuffed me and put me in the back seat. I vaguely remember laying down on the seat not being able to hold myself up. My next memory is in the drunk tank. There was one other girl who was laying on the floor asleep or passed out. I figured I'd do the same. The next thing I woke to was another girl getting thrown in here with us. She immediately started puking and the first girl shouted "shut up! Shut the fuck up!" I remember thinking "where the hell am I?" Towards the early morning I was the first one to be released. They gave me my stuff and some of it was in plastic evidence bags which I actually still have.

The sun was barely peaking. I called Jon again and figured I owed him an apology. He was more relieved than angry as I scared him shitless. It was around 6am and the both of us had to be at work around 1pm. I miraculously hopped on a bus and made it to jons place. Also I looked in the mirror and had a bruise under my left eye. I'm laughing about this now. Recently I actually told my parents this story and I bet you can imagine their reactions.

I still can't believe we made it into work and survived the day. Also, the food cart guy never texted me again and I never saw him again. It's for the best but I still feel awful.

Now, I'm going to go kiss my sleeping fiance because when I reflect on these memories it makes him appreciate him more. I hope the rest of you will find your Jon.