a one-shot book about MCYTers
NOTHING SEXUAL BECAUSE THAT'S GROSS
If anyone mentioned in this book is uncomfortable I will not hesitate in taking this book down
(Cover art - @Takimatsumaru on twitter)
(CW, TW: descriptions of a panic attack, cursing, vomiting. feel free to skip if you don't want to read that)
(Candace represented by Evangeline DeMuro: https://www.instagram.com/evangelinedemuro/)
(this is based in the US but I'm in the UK so if any info is incorrect don't attack me lmao)
Candace's POV:
I am shaken from my peaceful sleep when "Miss You!" by Corpse Husband starts blaring from my phone letting me know that it's time to get up for my flight back home to San Diego.
"ugh, 5 AM flights should be illegal" I mutter to the family cat Aurora as I heave myself out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom.
45 minutes later I was showered and changed:
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deciding I was just gonna grab food at the airport, I grab my phone, earphones, and luggage and make my way to the cab outside, leaving a note for my parents to find as I didn't want to wake them up at such an ungodly hour.
as I sit down in the cab I plug in my earphones and blast Corpse Husband's entire discography in the 20 minutes it takes to get from my family home to the airport.
20 minutes later I'm being nudged awake by the sweet cab driver letting me know we're at the airport and I don't want to be missing my flight
"ugh, I didn't know I even fell asleep! sorry about that sir!" I apologize groggily before paying my fare (with a little extra tip as an apology and a thank you)
"it's alright sweetheart, just don't miss your flight" he chuckles before driving off to his next pickup
I pack my now tangled up earphones and phone into my pocket before heading into the airport but as soon as I do something catches my eye
There's a man curled up in a ball next his to his black suitcase by a trashcan and curiosity gets the better of me so I head over to him thinking he just passed out from it being so early but as I get closer to him it becomes evident that this guy isn't asleep, he's having a panic attack and a pretty bad one based on the tears I can see rolling down his face.
I find myself picking up my pace as I walk towards him but not fast enough that I could spook him even more.
"why isn't anyone helping this poor guy? he's clearly very distressed" I think to myself as I reach him. I slowly bend down to his level and in my most comforting voice, I make him aware I'm next to him.
"Sir? are you alright?" I ask, even though I hate when people do that in the movies because this guy is obviously not ok
"I- I'm" the mystery guy tries to talk but can't form a sentence together through his rapid breaths and crying
"it's ok sir just shake or nod your head alright?" I reassure the man and he nods in response
"now, I'm going to take your hand ok? I'm not going to hurt you. no one is ok?" I ask while motioning to his free hand and he nods back at me
