Kamyru

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Voltage Inc: Her Love in the Force; Irresistible Mistakes; Oops! I Said Yes?!; PLUST Loving U so True; Romance MD: Always on Call; Tokyo Love Hustle

My Candy Love: New Generation

Attack on Titan, Haikyuu, My Hero Academia

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Random Voltage Headcanon #45

The EICU don't have anything against jokes about surgeons. But there's a special one that all of them (except Ekuni, as he is not a surgeon) hate. And once, before they started dating, MC made it, so now, they see it as their purpose in life to show her that it's not true.

The joke?

"What's the hardest thing for a surgeon?"

"To not cheat on their partner."

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Pastry, cats, and break up songs (Kiba Kuranosuke x Reader)

Oops! I Said Yes?! AU

Summary: As you are closer to finish your degree in food engineering, you decide to start working part-time at “Takeru’s moving castle” - a small but very loved pastry shop that is placed right in front of the “Snowdrop” veterinary clinic and “Snowdrop” pet shop. Who could have guessed that on your first day as a cashier you would piss off one of the regulars? You had no idea why, no one had any idea why, and it wasn’t in his style. But you accidentally get tangled in his life and he in yours. Or was it from even before? He helps you, you help him. And in between, you eat pastry, save cats, and scream break-up songs every now and then.

Chapter 1: I knew you were trouble

Chapter 2: If I don't laugh, I'll cry

Chapter 3: The little mess you've made

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On AO3

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Random Voltage Headcanon #44

Considering that the cast for "Oops! I said yes?!" are event planner architects, I would die to have them plan graduations for med school.

Shu getting messages from a rude student telling him that their idea sucks and they don't have any professionalism.

Ukyo telling everyone how the dean called the CEO of Miyoshi Concepts to cancel the order a day before students' traditional event because the students didn't invite the dean two weeks before but just one and he had a meltdown.

Kuranosuke exploding after he received a midnight call from another student asking for the fifth time about how they are making their entrance.

Meguro talking with an equally introverted guy about what tech they need for the song they want to sing for their parents. Which is a good combo, until a girl from dental medicine in the university calls him to tell him that they are also singing, and the head student of the general medicine calls him five minutes later to tell him that actually only the general medicine is singing. And all of this on a Sunday.

Kunihiro questioning his life choices when he sees students marking the spots for their family a day before when the company explicitly told them not to do it.

Togo remembering his youth when he has to move an entire piano in a way that the player is seen, but it doesn't obstruct the vision for others.

Eiji trying to understand how low the dean's IQ is after the guy complained that dental medicine last year was way too in the back and now he wants it in front of the smaller specialties.

AND ALL OF THIS FOR A BUNCH OF FUTURE DOCTORS? WHO ARE SUPOSSED TO BE THE SMARTERST PEOPLE OF THEIR GENERATION?

(Oh, yes. All of this happened during the preparations for my graduation.)

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Guess who's graduating med school! Can't believe it. After hundreds of centuries that lasted six years, I'm going to be a doctor.

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Chapter 1

Plot

Word counting: 3215

Trigger warning: Mentions of death, little description of cadavers

Chapter summary: After another death in the small Paradis town, the only funeral house in the town is busy again. The lawyer of the dead person - Erwin Smith - comes to place in the order about the catering service for the funeral. However, this is not the only thing that Levi Ackerman will hear that day, as his friend also brought gossips from the city.

“For the last time, Blouse, FUCK OFF!” Miche yelled as he threw a spoon towards the teen who ran out of the kitchen with a piece of ham in one hand and bread in the other one. It should have made a loud sound – a familiar one for the teens, considering that it happened every time they were around. However, something louder mute it. 

TSK

The small business’ owner took a white handkerchief out of the inner pocket of his black jacket and pinched the spoon as if it was going to infect him with the newest type of virus. Miche raised a brow at the scene in front of him, biting his tongue to not comment anything about it. The teens already pushed him to the edge, he wasn’t in the right state of mind to fight with his boss. 

“Oh, gosh!” said the only person who didn’t care at all about the owner’s nerves. They took the spoon with bare hands and threw it where it came from – or where they thought it came from, as the spoon hit one of the tea cups that were exhibited behind Miche’s back and broke it instantly. 

“HANGE!” the boss yelled as he turned back before anyone could stop him and took his friend by the collar of their shirt. 

“Oh, please. I take maggots out of cadavers noses with less disgust. It’s not going to bite you, Levi,” Hange retorted as they freed themselve with little effort and turned towards the teens to greet them. 

“The cup, Hange,” Levi told them – this time his voice wasn’t loud. Still, the only person who didn’t feel threatened by it was Hange.

“Just put another one there. You have three sets of the same type of each of them. They are bought from a thrift shop, not out of your family’s heirloom.”

 Levi rolled his eyes as he put away his outside clothes and walked to wash his hands. When he came back with an apron on him, ready to serve drinks for himself and the kids, Hange was already talking with the teens about why they were there. 

“It was a heart attack this time. They called me because they thought the person died by inhaling hay, but there was no hay in his air tracts, so I told them he died before falling face down on the hay,” Hange told the teens as all of them were nodding their heads. 

Of course, they heard about the man who died yesterday while feeding his cattle and they knew Hange would be called in to investigate. For more than half of them, being a forensics doctor was a dream job thanks to Dr. Hange Zoe. Some of them were even brave enough to dream about going to the university, now that the kids from the town had priority at enlisting. The ones who had this thought looked guilty towards the owner of the building they were spending their afternoons in, as if asking for his permission to dream big. Would he be mad at them if he could read their minds and see that they were partly thankful to the government for bringing new families in their small town because thanks to this program, they could get a scholarship fully covering their living expenses?

“Couldn’t he have hay in his air tracts even if he died of a heart attack? It’s not as if it kills you instantly every time,” a calm voice asked from the other side of the table. 

“That’s a very good observation, Mikasa,” Hange’s eyes and voice sparkled, as they could talk about the details of their work. As they were caught up in explaining it to the poor girl who seemed taken aback by the burst of energy, the rest of the kids made their way to the people responsible for the kitchen – too tired from school to listen to lectures.

A cup of tea for each of them awaited from even before they approached the bar stand. One of them searched for Levi before sitting down, and only after properly thanking him he took a sip out of his cup. Levi shrugged, already accustomed to this tradition. He also knew that behind his back, another teen winked at Miche and whispered pleas to him to convince him to give them cookies or some other snack. However, before he could sigh and act as if he didn’t know anything, he bumped into something left on the floor and a curse left his lips. 

“Sasha,” Levi hissed and slowly turned to the girl who convinced the cook to get snacks and was already chewing on them. “Why is your viola where your brains are?” he yelled, but was silenced by a hand that covered his mouth.

“Who let you talk like this in front of high school students? Do you know how much their parents complain about it being impossible to make them stop using curses?”

The silhouette of a tall blonde man made its appearance in front of everyone. He shook Hange’s hand and took a seat at the bar stand. Before he started to explain to everyone why he was there, he shook Miche’s hand too. 

“I am the lawyer of the deceased man’s family,” he started with a grave voice.

“Anything new?” Levi asked and took out his notebook, ready to write down everything the man said.

“Every dead man deserves the same amount of respect, Levi,” the man continued. 

“As if,” retorted Levi without even looking up from his notes.

“His uncle – who was rumored to be a serial killer – left him a funeral house as a family business, Mr. Smith. What do you expect from someone like him?” Mikasa commented as she looked directly at Levi who, this time, raised his eyes.

“You’re too harsh, Mikasa,” the blonde man let out a polite laugh before continuing the business talk. “None of them is vegetarian, but most of them are old and have diabetes, so no deserts, no grapes.”

“Dates be it, then.”

“Yes, dates. Probably around fifteen people, if we don’t count the musicians and us, but there’s a chance their children won’t make it to the funeral – business, corporations – you know how it works. Lentils soup was the man’s favorite food, Miche. Do you think you can make it?”

“Erwin, I can make even your soles edible. Of course, I know how to cook lentils soup.”

Erwin Smith nodded as he made sure Levi wrote down everything he said. After the pen was put down, all three men turned towards the teens who were already around them. Sasha was sitting on a chair, hugging the case of her viola that a few minutes ago made Levi trip. 

“Did they say… no music?” Connie asked tentatively, as he played with clasps of the black case on his lap. 

The lawyer didn’t answer at the start. Instead, he looked at every teen and let out a sigh. Connie sighed and closed the clasp, ready to leave his seat. 

“Folk,” was everything Erwin said and the teens finally breathed, forgetting that they hated the genre. 

“At least it’s not another vinyl lover who wants his favorite vinyls playing at his funeral,” Jean commented as he took his guitar pick out of his mouth.

“I think it’s a beautiful idea to have your favorite vinyls playing at your funeral,” Armin commented and received a few nods from his colleagues. 

It was rare for the townspeople not to use the musical school’s band for funerals. Even the families that came recently as the government decided to exploit the resources of the town continued this tradition. Somewhere along the history, it became an unspoken rule that the funerals were given to the youngsters and the events of the living ones to the more experienced musicians of the town. Of course, some people who didn’t want to spend too much used the school’s band for birthdays and weddings too. But funerals – they were a must for them and not asking the school band to play at a funeral would definitely become a hot topic for a few weeks. Even Levi who hated to interact with anyone needlessly knew about this rule and heard everyone talking about the poor guy who loved his vinyls more than his villagers. 

“When is the date?” Levi took his pen out once more, to write it down on the top of the page.

“Tomorrow noon, at around six. The corporatist children have to arrive.”

Levi nodded, but not Hange.

“You’re a corporatist too, you know?”

Erwin took a deep breath and turned towards his friend. “Unfortunately.”

“You’d be late to your parents’ funerals too,” Levi said before going to the kitchen with Miche. They had to prepare everything for the funerals. And do it in time.

“Do you need any help?” Hange yelled, to make sure they were heard.

“No, I’m begging you to disappear out of here,” Levi answered in a normal voice and a towel was thrown towards the forensics doctor. 

Erwin and Hange didn’t hurry to leave. Instead, they made themselves comfortable and prepared a cup of tea for each of them. Behind them, the school’s band was trying to convince Armin to accompany them by playing cajon which he wasn’t very confident in. Half of them yelled at him to grow a pair of balls and not leave them alone, the other half told him that he was never confident in himself, yet it somehow always worked out. From time to time, the sides were changing. Finally, Connie told him that without Armin’s rhythm they’d be lost and Eren told him that he could stop talking with them for the rest of their life, and Armin gave in. 

“Five minutes ago Eren was begging him to be their rhythm and lead,” Erwin pointed out to Hange.

“And Connie called Armin curses that even Levi doesn’t know,” added Hange. However, at this, both adults looked at each other and shook their heads. No, Levi probably was the reason why Connie could curse like that. On his way here, Jean’s mom stopped Erwin to ask him to talk with Levi to stop teaching their kids bad words and the lawyer tried to convince her that Levi wasn’t the only place her precious son could learn to talk like that, however everyone in the town knew how Levi was talking most of the times. “Is anyone from the family coming to try samples of the food?”

Erwin shook his head. “They told me to choose,” he added.

“They probably told you that they trust Levi’s judgement,” Hange contradicted him.

Erwin smiled and nodded. Everyone in the town knew that Levi’s kitchen was heavenly, despite the industry he worked in. Considering that Erwin was known to be Levi’s childhood friend and the lawyer of most of the families in the town, probably a part of them trusted his taste enough to let him and Levi work without too much fuss and control. They were already villagers.

“Anyway, what’s new in the city?” Hange asked as if they didn’t also work in the city. 

Erwin sipped from his tea and looked at his friend. While in law school, his forensics medicine professor used to wear a white coat on a bare torso and smoke during the autopsy. Hange had the craziness of someone like this, but they were too drowned in the science to disrespect it that much. Could Hange smoke during an autopsy? Probably not. But he could easily imagine them eating during one. No, not because of the disrespect towards the deceased, but because the doctor was so normalised and desensitized to death that nothing could shock them anymore. 

“Actually, it’s not the city. It’s Paradis,” Erwin dropped the bomb which made Hange put down the tea cup so forcefully that it spilled half of its contents.

“Spill the tea, dear!” they yelled at their friend.

“Do you know the abandoned building a few streets away? It has a new owner,” Erwin said as calmly as before, fully aware that everyone, even Levi, was listening after Hange’s outburst.

“NO WAY!” a few voices were heard from all around the room.

“The previous owner died and someone inherited it. Apparently, they want to make something out of it, but no one knows what exactly,” Erwin spilled the tea that he knew, with a pleased smile on his face. He would have smiled broader if he was the lawyer of the previous owner. Though, after she moved from Paradis, no one heard about her, including him. Maybe he would have known more details about the owner, about their goal. Now, he knew just as much as everyone else in the room. 

Erwin felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and sighed. He took out his wallet and paid enough to cover his tea, the kids’ tea and the cup Hange destroyed. Once, Levi and Hange calculated that the business was surviving more on Erwin’s tips than on anything else.

“Take his example and leave me alone,” Levi said as he collected his friend’s leftovers. “All of you,” he added, looking in the eyes of everyone still in the room. 

Slowly, still chatting, the teens left. Hange remained to enjoy their cup of tea. From time to time, they were looking at Levi as he was busy in the kitchen, working along with Miche. 

“Why are you still here?” the owner asked when he raised his eyes for a moment.

“For someone who owns a business called The dusk, you are not too friendly with evening visitors,” Hange commented and finally left. With this, Levi could finish the preparations for the funeral the next day and leave too. 

There was a thing that Levi didn’t find fair at all: his mother needed him the most when someone from the town died, yet he was the least available exactly during that time. Kuchel Ackerman personally knew every senior in the town. The dusk wasn’t her business, it was her brother’s. And considering her kind nature, no one in her family let her work in an industry whose main theme was death. So, every time one of the elderly people in the town died, Levi tried to come home as fast as possible. 

“He used to have a crush on me. He even begged me to let him name his daughter after me. But how could I let him name his baby girl after a prostitute?” Kuchel said as soon as Levi closed the door of their shared apartment behind him and put his keys away. She was sitting in the kitchen, with a cup of tea in her hand. There wasn’t any steam coming out of it, so her son knew that it either got cold while she was waiting for him, or already drank it all. 

“He was a good man,” Levi said, approaching his mom. He took a chair and sat closely to her, hugging her tenderly. Kuchel let her head fall on her son’s shoulder. She was breathing deeply and slowly. Death was already a normality for her too, even if she wanted to fight this feeling. “You’re also a good woman, mom. That’s why he wanted to name his girl after you.”

Levi felt how his mom gulped and her grip on him tightened. His lips gently touched the top of her head and he felt how a few of his mom’s tears wetted his shirt. The list of tasks for tomorrow disappeared from his mind and all he could think about was how to make his mom feel enough, safe, and loved. If he could stay like this forever… 

Something vibrated in the man’s pocket and he didn’t understand at first that it was his phone. It was his mom who told him to answer, even after he wanted to reject the call that was from an unknown number. He didn’t say anything after taking it, waiting for the other person to start the conversation. 

“Is this the owner of The dusk?”

In the past, it was strange for Levi to be called by unknown numbers regarding his funeral services. He knew nearly everyone in the town and had most of their numbers after he took the business from his uncle. However, after people started to move in as the government decided to “develop” the town more, it was more and more often that people he had never met called him. Enough people moved in to open a new school, but not enough to open a new funeral services house. So, it was only natural that they called him. What was strange was that he didn’t hear of someone else dying recently. 

“The people in the town told me that your catering services are the best here. So, I wanted to ask if you are interested in offering your services for an event held in a few weeks in the blue building a few streets away from The dusk?”

Levi took the phone away from his ear and looked at the number again, as if it could tell the name of its owner. He searched in his memory for a brat with a similar voice, as there was no other logical expla… Oh… He remembered he heard Erwin telling Hange how the building had a new owner.

“I don’t offer services outside of funerals,” he said, ready to end the call. However, his mom was faster. Kuchel took the phone out of her son’s hands.

“We’ll call you back in a minute with an answer.”

Levi looked at his mom with a raised brow, asking for explanations. She was the only person he wouldn’t curse at for pulling such a stunt. 

“The owner… The previous owner of the blue building, she was my mom’s best-friend. I don’t know who the actual owner is, but give it a try, please.”

The man looked at his mom who had more determination than he had shown in the past years. The dusk wasn’t her business, yet thanks to her it existed. No one would have gone to a funeral house owned by a rumored serial killer if that man didn’t have a sister adored by every person in the town.

“Mom, I heard that she died and someone inherited the building,” Levi whispered, as he hugged his mom’s shoulders. Instead of starting to cry as he expected, Kuchel took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eyes.

“Maybe it means that the new owner will bring a new life to the building. It was abandoned all these years.”

It wasn’t about the building, and Levi knew it. It was about the memory that it held for Kuchel. Seeing it slowly getting destroyed was like an image of her own memory that was slowly fading and forgetting the important people of her youth. If Levi took the job, maybe it meant contributing to a new memory, built on melancholy. 

The phone vibrated again and Levi answered before he could see the number. 

“Guess what I just found out! That’s a gossip ten times more valuable than what Erwin told us today,” Hange’s voice reverberated in the whole room even if they weren’t put on speaker.

“The Underworld Princess is back.”

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Trigger warning: Description of forensics medicine and cadavers, nothing too gore though, mentions of death (not of the cast)

Summary: Since the government put its eyes on Paradis town, a lot of families moved there, motivated by promises and perks. However, it's not that easy to become a part of a small town that has its own life. If you want a village, you have to be a villager. One of the traditions Paradis has is to call the high school's band to play at the funerals. The easiest way to find it is by going where the death is the main theme - the funeral house. The funeral house that is owned by none other than the nephew of a rumored serial killer. Levi Ackerman will make sure that your loved ones go as smoothly as possible to heaven, while the band will make it as bearable as possible. So, why would anyone try to disturb this balance and for what exactly?

Chapter 1

Chapter...

TBA

Author's note: Guess who finished all the exams for med school? Me. I am one step away from graduating. Which means, I have inspiration to write, especially because my last exam was forensics medicine. I have had this idea for a while. Firstly, it was more of a dark comedy thing, not it's more of a slice of life in a dark setting, with a little bit of absurdism, I guess. I hope you'll like it.

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im so dumbb bro I thought the vip event would let me choose Todo. I didn't realize I was gonna gamble 😭😭😭 spent 90 hearts (all) and still didn't get him 😭😭

did u get to see what his kink is? Please share 🙏 🥲

Hi! Thank you for your ask. You are not dumb, I also thought like this at the beginning. VIP are expensive gatcha games, so, unfortunately, I'm not really reading them. Maybe there's someone else who got the story you are looking for. Sorry for not being of any help.

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what they DONT tell you about clarinets is that you have to fucking build the damn thing every single time. "what instrument do you play" fucking legos man idk

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As a person who used to play oboe (clarinet's ugly brother), can confirm and subscribe 100%.

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My favourite niche trope is strong characters having mental breakdowns. Every time there's a character that has an on screen or a backstory in which they lost it totally, I know that they'd be one of my favourites in the mangas.

SPOILERS to The Promised Neverland, Fullmetal Alchemist, Attack on Titan.

The Promised Neverland: Yugo staying alone for 13 years and writing the entire wall of a room with the words "Help!" And "Poachers"

Attack on Titan: Reiner and his famous "I am the armour titan and he is the colossal" with his personality breaking in two.

Fullmetal Alchemist: Roy Mustang going berserk on Envy to the point Riza has to stop him.

Maybe that's because I want to be a psychiatrist, but showing that there's a thin line between "I'm strong and will protect everyone" and "I can't do this anymore, someone stop or help me", is a trope that'll always have me on its side.

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I have a thing for 2D men calling the MC beautiful 🥰

Iku Hishikawa | Main Story

My green forest

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I'm a die hard fan for this trope. It gives me butterflies and goosebumps. I don't find myself too pretty and seeing the LIs simping so hard and being so in love with how MC looks is making me melt.

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I had a dream where I was very in love with Bertholdt from AoT, but he had a pregnant wife and I swore that I would take care of them while she gave birth at the same time with Reiner's wife. However, someone attacked the hospital and while I (who was in a fight last time at 14 with my just as weak brother) was the last hope of the humanity and they saw me as such a threat that some forces were isekai-ing me from one world to another. In one of those worlds, I had to witness Mikasa being killed and Levi promised me he'd take care of me for the rest of my life. But I was so loyal to Bertholdt, that I found a way to come back to the world were his wife was giving birth and Eren saw me and told me I'm an idiot and deserve to die for the choices I made.

This dream can go in my top of weirdest dreams, along with the one in which I dreamt I was a frying pan and the other one with penguins who had anthrax.

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I'm not imagining things, right? They translated it like this intentionally, right?

It's funny, nonetheless.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?

It's from Tsugaru's 4th Epilogue.

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"You look safe" (Jason X Ysaline) (Shorts)

Words counting: 622

Ysaline was holding into Jason's elbow as the man pushed the shopping cart through the aisles. She stopped in front of the pesto jars, taking two different types in her hand and showing them to her boyfriend, waiting for him to pick one for today's pasta date. Jason pointed at Ysaline's favourite – even if he liked the other option more – getting a broad smile in response as she added the jar to the other ingredients in the cart.

The next stop was in the meat department where Ysaline wandered off, letting Jason pick the best option. On her way back, she was waving a stick of marzipan, to which Jason rolled his eyes. However, next second, Ysaline stopped in her tracks, as a woman walked towards her boyfriend and held onto his gray coat.

"Getting groceries for our party?" She asked him but looked at Ysaline.

Jason would have jerked away his hand from her, if the clerk didn't hand him the meat that right moment. It was enough time for a list of things to go through Ysaline's mind.

Was it her ex? One of the girls with whom he posted photos on his social media? Was she just trying to flirt with Jason? But the same second, the girl looked at her with fear in her eyes. She was on the verge of tears, as she was scanning the territory around them. And Ysaline understood.

"Oh, sweety! So lucky to see you here," she yelled, approaching the girl and hugging her. "Do you need help?" She whispered as she mimicked kissing the girl's cheeks.

The stranger didn't say anything, she just nodded a few times. Ysaline turned to Jason with a serious expression and raised her brows. Jason blinked slowly, showing her that he understood the situation.

"How comes you are here from the other side of the city?" Jason asked with a chuckle, as he hugged the woman's shoulders from the side.

"I was just jogging earlier today, to free my evening for our get together," she answered, her voice still strained.

The group walked to the check out, without half of the groceries done. All three of them tried to look around to spot a threatening figure. Right before getting in line, the girl stopped in her tracks and held hard into Jason's and Ysaline's arms. A reassuring hand was placed from the girlfriend's side, as the boyfriend took a step forward to hide the stranger.

The threat looked at them for a few seconds, grinned and left the store. After paying, the group stopped in front of the doors.

"Do you need a ride home?" Ysaline asked, as she gave the woman a bottle of water.

"I would rather not..." the woman said with a trembling voice. "My brother messaged me that he left the house to come get me. Can you wait with me, please?"

The couple nodded. They stayed in silence for a few minutes, waiting for the woman's brother. As a figure appeared a few meters away, the woman finally relaxed and nearly fell on her knees. The groceries bag fell from Jason's hand as he caught her.

"Thank you for taking care of my sister," the new man said and the woman walked to him.

Before they left, the woman turned and spoke to Ysaline.

"I saw the way he looked at you and thought you were safe people. I was right. Thank you. You saved my life."

Jason and Ysaline waved goodbye to the siblings and walked to the car.

"She is right. You do look safe," Ysaline said, as she tucked herself against Jason's neck. A smile appeared on the man's face and he kissed the top of his girlfriend's head.

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Jason is a romantic at heart and there's proof.

I love this event solely because it shows the characters being so chill with the fact that they are together it's almost domestic.

Fuck all the grand gestures and promises, give me Candy having normal conversations with her normal partner, on a normal Tuesday.

I'm melting.

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I didn't get all the Christmas event stories yet, though I loved all of them so far.

BUT

Did they really miss the opportunity to have fights with the roll of wrapping paper in at least one story? I don't remember ever having a roll of wrapping paper in hands and not hitting my friends/family with it in a playful way. Or am I the only one like this?

I think it would have gone so well in Roy's story, or Devon, as they are more playful than the others and come from big families.

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MCL:NG characters buying pads for Candy (Headcanons)

Roy Aquino

He's going to be the only one who will blush and stutter while talking about periods.

Don't get me wrong, it's not because he thinks it's gross. Nooo. Roy is just overwhelmed by how close Candy thinks of him to confide in something personal.

So, when this puppy of a man gets a message from his girlfriend about buying period products, he is walking circles in front of them in the market.

Roy is not prepared to ask a consultant for help, as he doesn't want to embarrass himself or the consultant.

After a while, he finally calls Candy.

So, he's having those looooong conversations in which Candy explains over the phone about how the pack looks, where are written how absorbent they are, what scent she wants, if she wants them with wings or not and what wings are in general.

By the end of this conversation, Roy has to buy for himself mental support chocolate too.

Buuuut... They stuck, so by the next time Candy asks him to do the same, he remembers what exactly to buy.

That's until his curiosity gets the best out of him and he asks what the difference is between all the products.

So, Candy gives him a presentation about every single type of products there are and what exactly she likes to use and when.

This man takes notes.

He has an entire shelf in his apartment with every single type of period product his girlfriend likes.

Amanda de Lavienne

Oh, please. They had the period talk even before they gently breathed near each other.

Though, it was mostly Elenda who started the period talk, and asked Candy and Amanda to add their contributions.

But after they started dating, Candy and Amanda started to share an account a supply of period products in both of their bathrooms.

Candy buys her favorites and Amanda's favorites for her bathroom, Amanda does the same for hers.

They probably can go without buying anymore for the next at least three months.

It's like: "Oh, look what I found at sale!" and it's a pack of forty pads.

They will complain in the products aisle about how unfair it is to have to pay so much for something that is indispensable.

You know the prank with telling your partner that your tampon got stuck and you want them to help you find it? So, yeah. They'll do this for each other if needed. These girls are soulmates, I'm telling you.

They can describe the symptoms of the other one as if it's theirs, also what it helps and what not, the cravings, the mood swings.

Jason Mendal

This man walks into the market aisle with the period products like he owns the stonks.

The fun fact is that Jason probably does it before Candy ever talks about her periods with him.

He just wants to make her believe he is a perfect boyfriend.

So, next time Candy enters his bathroom, there are pads and tampons in there.

When Candy was messing with the compartments in his car, she found period products there too.

I'm 100% sure that at some point, Danica found herself in a situation where there were no pads and tampons left in her purse and it was Jason who handed one to her just because he has them in his desk at Goldreamz too.

After this, he put period products in all bathrooms in Goldreamz too.

He won't ask Danica to find information for him about periods and period products though. He'll do the research himself, so he can understand Candy better and get her only what's best.

There's no way, after this research, he won't wake up in the middle of the night and ask Candy who sleeps near him why the female body is not studied enough and what she thinks about it.

Of course, she appreciates the sentiment, but damn, it's 2:56, the love of my life. Look at the eyelids from inside instead of debating!

Devon Okere

There's no one in this world who will convince me that this man doesn't have free period products in the bathroom in Devenementiel.

Half of his staff are women, plus he is childhood friends with Elenda who seems very open about literally everything.

The man definitely bought pads for Elenda since their teenage years.

So, buying them for Candy is just another Tuesday.

The difference is the sentiment, though. He is way more conscious about what exactly Candy will like and everything.

However, he understood that when she asked him to buy them, she didn't specify what exactly she wants, what brand, how absorbent etc.

It's not that he is too embarrassed to ask. It's just that he wants to seem like a dependable man.

Soooo... Yeah, he asks a consultant for her opinion and she asks him about which day of the period is Candy on, if she has a heavy or light flow, if they are for the night or during day.

Surprisingly, he can answer to most of them, as he always has created a safe space for his girlfriend to complain about her pain and problems.

Next time, though, he will take a look at how the products Candy usually carries look like to buy her exactly what she is the most comfortable with.

Thomas Rheault

He probably hacked Candy's phone to get her periods calendar after the last time she snapped on him for seemingly no reason (she wasn't on her period, he was just mean).

Though, his intentions are mostly pure, so after he understood his mistake, he uses the data only for Candy's benefit.

The notification with "Your period will start in 2 days" is a signal for him too, not only for his partner.

Considering that he has an older sister and grew up only with his mom, he is not grossed out or embarrassed by periods.

Thomas doesn't hack Candy's phone for searching her favorite products, he just asks her or just observes closely.

He has a folder in his computer with all the data about the period products available in the town. And at some point he even made a presentation about their differences, pros and cons to Candy to convince her to buy something better.

Did it work? Maybe, if he found some compromising information on the process of creating what his girlfriend used before.

He's another one to be utterly disgusted by how little the female body is studied and to debate it at 3 in the morning.

At some point, he met in the aisle with period products a man who was fighting with his significant other over the phone about how he didn't want to buy pads because it wasn't his job to do.

So, Thomas commented about how "unmanly" the man was behaving and that his partner needed someone better.

Candy got scared when Thomas told her that the security had to get involved, but she was a little bit proud of having such a good boyfriend.