#chocolate covered pretzel rods

[missacensnakelover]

Snake here enjoying iced coffee and chocolate pretzels together here!

Made by me! (x)

[royal-food]

Christmas Pretzel Rods

[foreverrandomwritings]

Worth It In The End

Summary: Almost a year after an amicable divorce Beau finds himself still reluctant to participate in social gatherings. However he just can't seem to say no to the Bates family. He finds more than he bargained for when he attends their annual Halloween party.

Pairing: Beau "Cyclone" Simpson x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Divorce, children, marriage counseling, alcohol, fake blood and Beau being a bit of a dumbass.

Word count: 2387

Masterlist

Beau had been particularly annoyed at every social gathering he had attended this year. Everyone asked where his now ex wife was and then he had to awkwardly explain they had divorced. They had spent the better part of two years in couples therapy that ended up being an epic fail at the end. Frankly he wasn’t really sure why he had gone to his fellow admirals annual Halloween party. The plan had been to stay home and nurse a bottle of whiskey and watch old black and white films. 

But when his best friend all but pleaded that he be in attendance he relented and showed up. He had even adorned a costume, a cheap vampire costume from Spirit Halloween. Pale makeup had been caked on his face by Warlock's thirteen year old twin daughters. Black eye shadow around his eyes to give a hollowed out effect and fake blood dripped down his chin. They had even coerced him into adding fangs to his teeth. 

“Are you actually going to eat something or are you going to just stand here glaring a hole into all the food?” He had been standing by the snack table for what felt like hours trying to figure out what he could eat that wouldn't have his fangs coming out of his mouth, the glue holding them in place was very delicate he had been told. 

“Mallory and Stephanie talked me into putting fangs in then lectured me for a good thirty minutes about not eating anything that could pop them off my teeth. I am trying to figure out what would be soft enough to not heed the wrath of your daughters.” Beau gave Solomon a pointed glare, to which the man let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head in a disapproving manner. 

“How in the world did the Navy allow you to be an admiral when you get swindled into things by teenagers?” Solomon’s voice was teasing as he picked up a chocolate dipped pretzel rod and took a large bite of it. Beau cursed the teeth he had been swindled into as he glared at the pretzel rod. 

“Those girls are very persuasive Solomon and you know it.” Beau’s eyes narrowed at the man as he took another large bite of the pretzel. The white that was to look like a mummy was almost all consumed by the man. 

“I think you’re just a pushover Beau. Have been since the girls were born.” A smile graced both of the men's features at the memory of the mid winter day the girls were born. The same day that Solomon had asked him to be the twins' godfather. Which he had graciously accepted. The second they were placed in his arms he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to them. 

“You don’t have much room to talk.” Beau looked down at the cowboy costume Solomon was wearing. Him and his wife were dressed as Barbie and Ken per the request of said daughters.

“Touche, Beau, Touche.” Solomon held his hands up in defense two more chocolate covered pretzels held in one hand. The black eyes of the mummy seemed to mock him. 

“Oh Beau there you are. I’ve been looking all over the place for you.” Solomon's wife popped up from behind him at the words. She came to stand next to her husband and gave them both a mischievous smile. His eyebrows both shot up at the look she was giving him. The girls had definitely gotten their power of persuasion from their mother. 

“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” he tried to hide the surprise from his face but guessed he had failed as his best friend gave him a cheeky knowing grin. He should’ve guessed there was an ulterior motive for Solomon being so persistent on his attendance tonight. 

“She is actually on her way over to us right now so please behave.” With those words you walked into sight. You had on an obnoxious Hawaiian shirt and a name tag that Beau couldn’t read due to the dimmed lights of the room. You stuck your hand out with a small smile on your face as she introduced the two of you. He couldn’t help but take in the absolute beauty you were. Hair tied in a half up bun, makeup done ever so slightly, eyes bright and smile wide. 

“Honey, I think we need to go and fill up the fog machines.” Solomon put a hand on the small of his wives back before leading her away from Beau and you. But not before the couple sent you both respective winks. To which you both rolled your eyes at. 

“I like the fake blood.” The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them. He struggled to not bring a hand up to his chin where the bright red liquid had surely stained his skin. He took in the rest of your outfit quickly, the sunglasses tucked into your hair even though it was night time, the sandals adorning your feet and the solid colored flowy pants that matched the leaves in the Hawaiian shirt you were wearing. 

“I have no idea how I’m gonna get this stuff off later.” The sentence was true, the girls hadn’t told him how to clean the makeup. The only thing they had told him was to not mess it up. Mallory had actually pointed a sharply pointed end of a makeup brush his way while Stephanie uttered the words to him, a threat more than a suggestion. 

“A wet washcloth should do the trick just fine. If not then a few makeup wipes should help.” You had cocked your head to the side as you assessed the cheap pale layer that had been smeared across his face. He racked a hand through his hair, working loose some of the hair gel that had been slathered on the dark locks. 

“Thank you for the tip. I’ll be sure to file that information down for later.” He gave you a thankful smile to which you waved your hand in a dismissive way, as if to say no problem. It was that moment he noticed just how much younger than him you seemed to be. A little bit of worry gnawed on his brain. 

“How do you know Gina and Solomon?” You picked up a glass of punch that had been pre-filled after eyeing the ingredients and scanned the table of snacks as you asked the question. He shifted from one foot to the other as he answered the often asked question. Relief flooding through him that you were a new person, meaning you weren’t going to ask about his ex wife.  

“I’ve known Solomon for years through work. How do you know the couple?” He took a sip of the Jack and Coke he had snagged from the kitchen earlier in the night as he once again eyed your outfit. This time he could read the word on your name tag which simply said City. 

“I actually ran into Gina a couple of months ago at the library. I was donating a few of my books. She happened to be doing volunteer work reading for the little ones. We struck up a conversation over my work. She then graciously invited me to her book club and we’ve been friends ever since.” Your eyes lit up as you finally found a suitable food grabbing a plate with a cheesy spider web design and adding a few fruits, vegetables, cookies and plain pretzels. 

“You said you were donating your books. Were they ones you’ve read enough to be satisfied to donate or ones you’ve had forever and never gotten around to reading?” You picked up a snap pea from your plate, peeling away the string and snapping off the ends. 

“I actually wrote a children's book. I was dropping off a few copies of it!” Beau let out a surprised hum at your response. Taking in the way your eyes got slightly wider on the topic of your work. You ate the snap pea quickly before working on the next one on your plate. 

“Have you written many books?” He decided he wanted to keep the light in your eyes so he would ask you as many questions as he could think of. Plus it got the topic off him, when people heard about his work they typically questioned him relentlessly about it. 

“This was the second book in the series. I am contracted for two more of this series before being able to move on.” you seemed to ponder what you said for a second before adding on. 

“Not that I want to move on from it. I have actually grown quite attached to the characters. I know my brother is just as reluctant to move on as I am.” you popped a strawberry into your mouth at the end of your sentence. 

“Is your brother a co-author?” He watched as you cleaned the corner of your mouth with your thumb before wiping the liquid on your napkin he hadn’t seen you pick up. He found himself already desperate to feel your lips against his own. But quickly shook his head to clear the thought away, focusing on your conversation once again. 

“He is actually an illustrator, thankfully. I was dreading having to find an artist when he stepped up.” a grin took over your features at the mention of your brother. Another topic seemingly important to you he decided, filing it away for later. 

“I’m assuming you work for the Navy?” he straightened his body a little bit, pride evident in the way he held himself. Even if he was reluctant to talk about his job he seemed to want to please you in any way he could. Plus he was very proud of the position he held. 

“I am Vice Admiral at the local base.” Even with the cheap costume on you could see the way he flexed his arms and chest as he spoke the words. Seemingly puffing himself up with authority. You weren’t complaining though, drinking in the way he simply existed in this moment. 

“Oh you’re Cyclone then!” The realization seemed to hit you in one foul swoop. From the look on his face you could tell he was confused. Your cheeks heated as he gave you a bit of a bewildered look. 

“Gina and the girls talk about you all the time. They all absolutely adore you. I can see why.” Beau preened under the praise. Something he didn’t even know he was capable of until you uttered those words. 

“Would you like to get dinner with me sometime?” It was his turn to blurt out words. He couldn’t help himself with the way your eyes scanned his form. Then he remembered just how ridiculous he looked and he felt his throat closing slightly. 

“I would actually love to have dinner with you. I’m free this Friday if that works for you?” Your eyes crinkled at the side from how wide you were smiling, teeth on full display, lip gloss shining slightly in the dim light from the pumpkin lights lining the top of the room. 

“Friday works great, do you have anywhere in mind?” He wasn’t really sure of any good restaurants around town. He hadn’t been out much since even before his amicable divorce. He preferred eating at home rather than going out. 

“We could make dinner together at my place. That way we can actually get to know each other without the awkwardness of being in public?” You were nervous as you asked the question, taking a large gulp of the untouched punch you had set down on the table beside you. The flimsy material of the cup with a matching spider web as the plate you had, left with an indent from your teeth as you chewed on it anxiously waiting for his response. 

“Dinner at your place sounds lovely. I can bring a bottle of wine if you’d like?” Your shoulders released some of the tension they held as he agreed to your proposition. You nodded in reply to the question, losing a breath as you did so. 

“I’ll give you my number and we can decide a time and what to have tomorrow.” You set the plate of mostly eaten food on the table. Then slipped your phone out of your back pocket, unlocking it and handing it to him. He typed in his number quickly before sending out a quick text to himself. He then slipped his phone from his own pocket, asked you how to spell your name and then added you to his contacts. 

“Can I ask you a question?” He seemed almost sheepish as he spoke, you simply gave him a reassuring nod telling him to go ahead. 

“What in the world are you dressed as?” you giggled at his words, your fingers playing with one of the buttons on your shirt. 

“I guess it isn’t as obvious as I hoped it would be. I’m dressed as Paradise City. The Guns N’ Roses song.” Recognition dawned on him as he took you in once more, the outfit fit for a beach and the City name tag did kind of give it away. 

“Guess I was too distracted by your beauty to figure it out.” He wasn’t sure where he got the confidence to say the words from but he was happy he did. The way your nose crinkled at the compliment and your feet shifted told him you seemed just as nervous as he did. Which gave him some relief. 

You guys ended up talking for the rest of the night, eventually moving away from the snack table to the porch outside, where he gave you his cape to fight off the slight chill of the October night. You promised to give it back to him when you saw him Friday as you climbed into your car and he waved you off telling you he wasn’t worried about you stealing it. Which you would laugh about years down the road as you had never given the cape back, it had ended up finding a home in your closet instead. He decided it was worth it in the end. 

A/N: This little piece was written for the Rocktober event @roosterforme is hosting! Thank you everyone for reading! As always likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

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[marixrose]

Day 10 JJK boys favorite christmas snacks

Geto— candy canes (he licks them until they get really sharp and he pokes people with them.)

Gojo— red and green M & Ms

Megumi— gingerbread houses

Yuji— sugar cookies

Sukuna— any type of pies

Inumaki— christmas tree shaped reese’s

Yuta— chocolate covered oreos that are decorated as snowmen, reindeer, etc.

Choso— chocolate covered pretzel rods

[yourverybestghoulfriend]

Halloween Pretzel Rods

[fatty-bandmates]

“Happy Halloween, Megumi!” Bulma said, holding up a pitcher for the bandicoot.

The pitcher was filled with vanilla ice cream, mixed with orange sherbet, orange soda, frozen blueberries, and blackberries to form an orange and purple blend. A smear of green frosting covered with candy newt eyeballs garnished the glass’s rim, and white whipped topping blanketed the beverage. Above the whipped mound laid a bed of crushed cookies, dark chocolate wafers, peanuts, gummy worms, ears, noses, vampire fangs, and sprinkles. Chocolate syrup and caramel drizzled over that sweet sheet, and a trio of rotten fingers jutted out even higher, pretzel rods covered with black chocolate and each topped with a sliced almond fingernail. Strawberry gel bled from the fangs down the pitcher, running over the melted chocolate jack-o-lantern face brushed onto the inside of the glass. There was even a black and orange straw with which Mavis could drink the milkshake.

"Oooh, this looks amazing!"

Megumi licks her lips as she looks at the pitcher, drinking the calorie dense beverage through the straw, rubbing her belly as she slowly gulped it all down, occasionally stopping to eat the sweet fingers. After about five minutes, she finishes the entire pitcher, pulling away to let out a satisfied belch.

"Mmmm~, that was amazing! Happy Halloween, Bulma~!"

[prettypitofyourheart]

I knew I was gonna start my period today bc I passed a utility pole covered in vines on my way to work and thought it looked like a giant green chocolate covered pretzel rod and then I didn’t stop thinking about it for like the rest of the 40 min drive

[wowfundraising]

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[the-epic-hiram-lows]

Riverdale characters as novelty milk shakes

I love you, anon.

Archie: vanilla ice cream topped with a jumbo slice of vanilla buttercream cake, a twinkie, whipped cream, and red/white/blue sprinkles. served in a souvenir plastic glass modelled after the classic milkshake glasses. for an extra dollar you can keep it, and the money partially goes to charity.

Jughead: caramel and chocolate ice cream, blended with peanut butter cups, topped with marshmallow creme, peanut butter, candied bacon (vegetarian substitute is chocolate-dipped pretzel rod) and caramel popcorn. glass is rimmed with vanilla buttercream, then covered with ruffle potato chips.

Betty: strawberry ice cream, topped with whipped cream and a jumbo slice of strawberry cheesecake, with a chocolate drizzle. glass is rimmed with cream cheese frosting.

Veronica: coffee ice cream blended with brownies, topped with thick fudge sauce, vanilla-infused whipped cream, a mini salted flourless chocolate cake, and candied nuts. drizzled with toffee syrup and a dash of sea salt.

Cheryl: obviously i have to go with a cherry theme, so i'd say madagascar vanilla and cream cheese ice cream with an entire slice of cherry pie blended in, topped with whipped cream, graham cracker crust, a cherry cake pop, and a gold flake-covered Yamagata Prefecture (a type of Japanese cherry that costs up to $7 each)

[missacensnakelover]

Ivy with chocolate pretzels for breast cancer awareness month here!

Made by me! (x)

[icecreamnstickyfingers]

Easter Chocolate Covered Pretzel Rods

[rayneydayss]

I have been thinking, and while this post would have been more effective a week ago, I’ll still put it out there.

Barring just the insensitivity of the holiday of Thanksgiving as a whole, it’s also just a shitty fall holiday. Whatever it once might have symbolized, it is now mostly a time to get together w family and watch football or the Macy parade and eat food. Mediocre at best.

If you want to embody the “true spirit of Thanksgiving”, volunteer at a soup kitchen. Donate canned goods and non-perishables. Give back to your community, because sharing and communion should be the biggest takeaway from Thanksgiving.

(Please know that I fully believe that Thanksgiving is a fabricated story to mask atrocities committed on the Native American population. I am discussing the holiday in this way to hopefully give people ideas to do something better for a ‘harvest’ holiday.)

If you are unable to volunteer, or want to have a ‘Friendsgiving’ harvest party, encourage your friends (and yourself!) to explore ways to preserve food or bring things not only to eat together but things to send home with each other as well. I have a friend that looved making homemade applesauce and would make a ton of pint and quart jars to hand out over the holidays and it was the best goddamn applesauce I’ve ever had in my life. My mom and I tried pickling this past summer and the results were mixed but we’re eager to try again! If preserving isnt your thing, I’m sure there’s something you’d like to make—baked goods are great to individually package and hand out, and chocolate covered pretzel rods are super easy to make and easy to package as well, while being super customizable

Idk how to really end this but embrace the harvest. Also donate to indigenous relief funds.

[cloexbrosluvr]

Caramel Chocolate Covered Pretzel Rods (So Easy to Make!) - Spend With Pennies

[asraolgaltd]

Chocolate Pretzels

Tools and Supplies for Chocolate Pretzels:

A parchment paper-lined baking sheet is your best friend. No mess, no sticking. Bowls for pretzel twists or tall jars for pretzel rods 2 forks, chopsticks, or skewers Pretzels Your choice of chocolate bars- I like to use two different kinds Sprinkles (<<<Amazon has a huge variety, and you can even filter by holiday!), toasted coconut, or chopped nuts A plastic bag or piping bag for drizzling chocolate decorations

chocolate pretzels with sprinkles in a bowl

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Tips for Making the Best Chocolate-Covered Pretzels:

You can use any kind of chocolate for this recipe (milk, semi-sweet, dark, or white), but use baking bars or candy melts and not chocolate chips. This is especially important for white chocolate. If your melted chocolate seems too thick for dipping or excess chocolate isn’t easily tapped off the pretzel, add a Tablespoon or two of shortening. It thins it out and gives the chocolate a nice sheen. Melt chocolate in the microwave in 30-second intervals, or use a double boiler (a bowl nestled on top of a pan of boiling water) to melt the chocolate. Before you dip pretzels in chocolate, gather all of your supplies together, because once dipping starts, things tend to get messy! If the chocolate gets stiff while you’re dipping, return it to the microwave for 10-20 seconds, or until smooth and creamy again.

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How to Make Classic Chocolate-Covered Pretzels

For twist pretzels, I prefer to melt the chocolate in a small bowl and use the handle side of a fork and/or skewer or chopstick for dipping. Place a pretzel in the melted chocolate, flipping it over to coat both sides. Tap the fork on the side of the bowl to encourage any excess chocolate to drip off. If there is chocolate in the holes, use another skewer or toothpick to poke through the hole. Slip the pretzel off of the fork (or chopstick) and onto a parchment-lined baking sheet.

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[etsyfindoftheday]

etsyfindoftheday | festive extras | 12.12.17

gourmet chocolate-covered holiday pretzel rods by wearedippinchocolate

[lil-pine-mha-drabbles]

Sugar

Fatgum x Reader

Three hundred follower special.

That is insane!!! Holy crap you guys!! Over 300 followers? I was surprised at 200, you have no idea how psyched I am!

This story took a LOT of time and I am so mentally exhausted over it. I love it, but I also never want to see it again. Lol! I am in LOVE with the idea of reader as a candy maker and I will be playing around with that idea in the future.

TW!! :

Abuse, voice shaming, personality shaming, toxic relationship in general (not Fatgum), not explicit depression.

Read at your own risk.

Stay safe, I love you.

Here are some people who inspire me! @princ3rae and @random-mha-thoughts and! @blossominglark

There are 3196 words to read below the line!

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“Do you ever stop talking?” Those words were thrown around carelessly with no intention of helping you to become a better person, yet you answered them.

“Why,” you mulled over the question. “I guess I just got excited, I’m sorry.”

“God! It’s fine, just stop talking around me okay? Loud noises give me head aches.” You nodded at the seemingly innocent request. You could trust them. They were your best friend.

— — —

It became harder and harder to talk out loud, the words of your closest friend bouncing through your head.

— — —

“Excuse me?” You tapped your friend’s shoulder lightly.

“What!? I’m trying to tell you about my last trip to the mall and you keep interrupting me! Can you just shut up for five minutes and let me tell you something I’m excited about?” You were stunned by their words. How could you be so selfish? Of course they were telling you something important! Why do you talk so much?

— — —

Boiling sugar was poured onto a metal table for it to cool. You pulled out your “sugar scissors” as you called them, and cut seamlessly through the hot sweetness.

The candy shop’s workers were quiet, the only speaking was done by the families on the other side of the glass. The taffy stretcher named “Chelsea” was whirring in the background noise as you used a metal rod to fold the cooling candy in on itself. You used your gloved hands to stretch the heavy blob into a flatter square.

One of the interesting things about this particular candy shop was that the candy was made without fake flavors. Most taffy makers make a white base then add the flavors and colors, but your family’s shop made candy from real ingredients like chocolate and mint leaves; vanilla and pecans. It was hard work but you had plenty of helpful hands to make it easier.

The door of the shop rang, big footsteps trailed in but you didn’t look away from the sugar you were lifting onto the hard candy roller.

Cries of, “Fatgum! Fatgum!” had you looking up from cutting the candy canes.

The pro hero Fatgum stood in front of the register, now surrounded by children reaching up at him, trying to hug him or be picked up. The big man waved happily at the children and gave autographs to the parents. When his big eyes reached yours, you quickly averted eye contact and looked at the work of cutting and twisting the blue and green canes.

Soon the excitement of a hero slowed and Fatgum was finally able to open his mouth to order.

“I want whatever that beautiful woman over there is making.” His words made you look up to see who he was talking about; your sister or maybe even one of the other employees? But when you lifted your gaze, his finger was pointed at you.

Twelve candy canes, fifty-eight salt water taffies, and three bags of caramel covered pretzels. You didn’t mean to memorize the order but it was one that soon was etched into your brain. Fatgum started visiting your father’s candy shop more often and you saw the tall man’s smiles more often as well.

He ordered the same thing every time and it fascinated you, why didn’t he get tired of the same food all the time? And more over, how did he eat it all so quickly? He was getting close to two visits a week buying the same things!

You walked into the back room and started putting on your uniform. Your thoughts wandered to your best friend and the stories they would tell you. It made you mad that you interrupted people too much. Your mind stopped the avalanche of self destruction when your dad walked in with a towel around his neck.

“Hey, pumpkin, I want you working register today.” He used the towel to jokingly whip you and you backed away with a fake gasp.

“How dare you hit me! I’ll have to show you who’s boss!” You ran up and grabbed his back, trying to pull him down to your height. You giggled as your dad grabbed your arms and pulls them off of him.

“Why do I have to work register?” You asked after the excitement died down you turned to the old metal sink jutting out of the wall to wash your hands.

“We’re down a couple employees and I need a smiling face to cover for ‘em.”

“Who’s out?” You asked, curiosity taking over your other senses.

“The twins. Their grandparents just passed in a plane crash and they needed to be with their family.” Your dad loved his employees, he had a big heart. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gave the sixteen year olds paid time off.

“That sucks,” you sighed, tying your apron on as you walked into the front room, “I’ll have to make them a warm meal then.” You nodded to yourself and stepped up to the cash register.

It was once again quiet as the loud whir and clanking of Chelsea stretching a batch of “Chocolate Marshmallow Supreme” filled the noiseless void.

“Welcome to UA Sugar-High, how can we go beyond plus ultra to make something sweet for you today?” You asked kindly to the old man in front of you.

“What a nice young woman, may I please have a small bag of salt water taffy? My grandchildren love it, you know?” His shaky hands held out the amount of money and you excepted it with a kind smile.

“They’re lucky kids to have such a kind grandfather.” You smiled and handed him his change.

The coins fell straight through his fingers and you gasped, opening the divider in the counter and crouching to grab the money. A large hand was placed over yours and you looked up to see a shrunken Fatgum.

He blushed brightly and handed you the amount he picked up. You stepped behind the counter again and smiled to both men.

“Thank you.” You handed the old man his change and bag of candy.

“What can I get for you, Fatgum? Twelve candy canes, fifty-eight salt water taffies, and three bags of caramel covered pretzels?” You joked lightly, your smile was as fake as it always was but underneath, there was slight happiness that a pro was taking interest in you. It felt nice to prove your best friend wrong. You did amount to something.

“Hi, actually, today I was wondering… what time do you get off work?” His hand scratched at the back of his neck while he waited for your answer.

You were stunned. You never thought he was actually interested in you. “Umm, I just-I just got here but I’ll be off at four o’clock.”

“Great! May I,” he paused, thinking over his choice of words, “walk you home after a small stroll?” His blush reached passed his ears and he continued to cup the back of his neck.

“I-uh-I suppose it would be alright,” you mentally punched yourself in the face for stuttering over your words and wasting the pro hero’s time.

“Amazing! Thank you.” He looked at the candy behind the glass. “Can I have some pumpkin fudge?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, sir!” Your smile wasn’t fake this time as one of them employees packaged up a block and handed it to you. “Here you are.” The tall blonde smiled and gently grabbed the paper bag from you.

— — —

Throughout the day you couldn’t forget the fact that THE FATGUM asked you on a date. Though, he never specified it was a date… it wasn’t a date was it? That’s it! Now it made sense. He just wanted to thank you for the candy. Or ask how you make the candy. Or walk you home to murder you!!!

You had to calm yourself down so you didn’t have an anxiety attack. You knew you were overthinking things again, yet you couldn’t help but to deny that it was a date.

You hung up your apron and wiped off your face with cool water from the little sink. The constant heat from the candy rollers’ fire and the boiling sugar always made you sweaty.

You stepped out the back door and into the cool air. Your brain swirled with a calmness before your phone rang.

“Hello?” You asked extremely quietly.

“Oh my God, (Y/n), you’re so fucking loud!” You could hear the irritation drip from their mouth like poison. “Anyway, I wanted to ask if I could grab some cash from you? I’ve really been struggling lately and I don’t have enough money to cover a trip to the store.”

You knew your friend’s ears were extra sensitive to noise from their quirk, how could you be loud and hurt them?

“What store?” Your voice was barely a whisper. “Last time I gave you money, you spent it on clothes for yourself then never paid me back.”

“What, you think I don’t have enough money for food? No I can pay for that, I just need money for the mall.” They we’re so entitled… but you just wanted them to be happy.

“Actually, I need to make a meal for a couple of the employees that lost some family members, I can’t spare any money this week if I want to eat.” You remembered you had to make the twins food and desperately hoped that your best friend would understand.

“Well then just don’t eat this week. It’s not that big of a deal.” Their words hurt but you knew they were right. You could handle not eating this week.

But you didn’t get to eat very well last week either… it hurt to know you weren’t anyone’s first priority. You wished you would’ve told your father about your best friend a long time ago but it was too late.

You opened your mouth to give in when a large gentle hand pulled your phone from your ear.

“This is (Y/n)’s boyfriend. I’m going to have to ask you to stop asking her for money. She obviously said she can’t. You need to respect her boundaries.” Fatgum looked down at you sympathetically and hung up on your friend.

“I’m sorry I overstepped my boundaries. I just couldn’t stand seeing you look so distraught.” Fatgum held out your phone, and you gently took it. It was difficult to tell if you were okay with him hanging up on your best friend but maybe he was right.

“I’m not sure if I appreciate it but thank you for helping.” You felt like you were meant to explain the situation to the tall man. “That was my best friend, they wanted my money again… I should’ve just given it to them I suppose, I ate last week so it wouldn’t have been a problem!” You smiled up at him and his heart clenched. Your relationship was not okay… but he wasn’t close enough to intervene on the toxicity that was brewing between you two. And a week ago? That’s the last you ate?!

You tried to smile but you were too tired.

The winter sun was setting and your body finally told you it was cold as a shiver rolled over you violently. Your teeth clanked together and your ears felt numb. “I need to grab my coat,” you whispered before spinning and swinging open the mesh back door.

The wave of heat and the smell of hot sugar reached your face making you feel warm. You opened your locker with a quiet click and pulled out your hat, gloves, and coat.

When everything was set, you stepped out of the still swinging door and felt the cold nip at your skin. Breaths came out in puffs of vapor as you both strolled through the crunching snow.

“Can I take you some place to eat?” You looked up at the blonde’s words.

“I suppose that would be alright. I’ll pay though.”

“Absolutely not. I was the one to invite you, I will be the one to pay.” You both argued about the payment before Fatgum led you through the front door with a gentle hand on your back.

The red carpet and the silk tablecloths made your arguments falter. Large eyes squinted in a smile as they watched your bewildered expression.

“I’ll pay.” The tall blonde stated. His yellow sneakers padded to the hostess stand and spoke with a hushed voice to the short woman.

She nodded excitedly and led you both through the restaurant and into a private room. You were thankful for that; having an anxiety attack while people stared at you was not how you wanted to spend the evening.

A menu was placed in front of you with a fake smile that you knew all too well about.

“What is fresh?” Fatgum asked the little woman.

“Our wagyu was brought in yesterday but our fugu came in early this morning.”

Fatgum looked at you expectingly and waited for you to order.

“May I just have miso soup?” You asked kindly and shut the menu.

The woman nodded and wrote it down. She looked up expectingly to the tall man; who, even in his shrunken form, his legs barely fit under the table and his broad shoulders make it difficult to sit in such a narrow chair.

“I’ll have the wagyu with whatever side you recommend, and we would like a full platter of takoyaki.” He thanked the girl kindly and you both watched as she left the room.

“Fatgum-“

“Taishirou. Please. I want you to call me Taishirou.” He smiled down at you, making you shift in your seat and blush deeply.

— — —

The date went surprisingly well, you ate, laughed a bit, he walked you home, and you had never been on a better date. You leaned against your closed door and sighed deeply, your heart racing so loud you figured your neighbors could hear it.

“Even your heartbeat is loud.” A voice from your living room scoffed. You gasped and tried to open your front door, maybe Taishirou was still outside.

You could only jiggle the handle before you were ripped away from the door.

“Are you kidding me, (Y/n)? You’re pathetic. A date? Since when has anyone thought you were worth their time? Never. I bet you that guy was just pitying you.” You were dragged by your hair into your small living room, although you could barely call it that. There was a singular couch with nothing on the walls and no tv. You couldn’t afford it.

Your scalp felt like fire was inching down to your neck. You could do nothing, you were in shock. Your best friend finally let go of your head and slammed their foot into your stomach.

“Do you really think anyone would want you as a friend? You’re far too loud and you obviously don’t know how to be considerate to others. You didn’t even give me the money I needed.” The blows to your body made you cry in agony but before more whimpers could leave your mouth, your “friend” placed tape over your mouth and nose, completely shutting you up.

In normal circumstances with them, you would just lick around the tape so you could breath but your mouth was dry, you couldn’t BREATHE.

Again and again you were chastised and hit. And… you couldn’t help but agree. You weren’t worth it. You weren’t worth the pain you caused your friend and family, you weren’t worth a date or food, you weren’t worth living. As long as you died by your best friend’s hands, you would be okay.

You slowly excepted the black and white dots that shrouded your vision and let them over take your mind as it dropped into static.

— — —

Taishirou left your door with a pump of his fists. He was so psyched about the date that he could hardly contain his glee. He walked slowly down the hall of your apartment building as he thought over the night and you, and your beautiful eyes, and face, and body- nope! His thoughts are pure and will be until you’re ready!

His steps faltered when he heard your handle jiggle, it was unlocked and he thought you were trying to get back out to see him.

He walked back to your door and waited outside for you to open it.

You didn’t.

He heard a hushed voice but didn’t move.

He did start to move when he heard a Yelp and a slap.

He really started hustling when he heard muffled hits and kicks as cry’s suddenly stopped.

Taishirou pulled out his phone and hit the panic button, immediately sending his address to a few close friends and the police department.

He tried to open the door but it wouldn’t budge. Out of desperation, he kicked open the door and was met with the sight of you, blue in the face, on the floor, slowly dying; and an extremely pissed looking person beating the shit out of you.

Taishirou, quickly picked you up and ripped the tape off your face, and checked your breathing. When he determined that you were now breathing, although raggedly, he tackled the abuser and pinned them to the floor.

He grew in size and absorbed the prick in a matter of seconds.

Heavy breathing filled your small apartment as the blonde man panicked. His date almost just died. His date almost just DIED!

— — —

You blinked the grogginess away and looked at the white room around you.

A hospital? Why were you in— oh. That person, that vile creature! Surely you didn’t have to deal with them after that stunt, would you?

You silently prayed that your ex-BFF went to jail and maybe hell, later. They may have been right about you, but people don’t attempt to murder someone, fail, then expect to be forgiven so easily.

You put up with their bullshit for years. Never again.

As you fumed in your hospital bed, the door to your room slowly creeped open revealing a very tired looking Toyomitsu Taishirou. His entire demeanor relaxed when he saw your figure, awake, and sitting up.

You looked up to see Fatgum standing over you.

“Where is that offspring of a bitch that tried to fucking murder me!? I’m going to blow out their fucking eardrums!!!” The anger in your screaming voice slightly surprised the tall man but he calmly explained the situation.

“They’re in jail. They will be for a very, very long time.” He said gently, sitting in a chair next yo your bed.

He told you how he found you, that he captured the abuser, and that the police came. Afterwards he calmed you down with a couple stories of his hero work and comforted you with his words.

It was good to hear someone talk to you without evil intent. It was good to hear someone speak and have an actual conversation with you.

You felt heard. You felt loved.

His voice was like honey dripping down the side of a bowl. Or sweet candy being rolled for some lucky person to eat.

He was like sugar.

———————

I’m so sorry this was so rushed, I’m like actually so tired and I can’t stand not posting. My mental health has taken a bad drop and I’ve been trying and failing to pick up my broken pieces.

Thank you for understanding.

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