A Con of a Dream

Wakey Wakey, CON TIME

You rise from your slumber, bleary wiping sleep from your eyes. "Why did I set my alarm on a Saturday?" You think to yourself. Then it hits you: it's Comic-Con day! You had been waiting for MONTHS, prepping your Tessa Gray cosplay from the infernal devices and finding many many empty bags for all the loot you wanted to get.
   You hopped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, quickly throwing your (Y/H/C) into a messy bun before putting on your wig cap. You looked over at the wig stand where the brunette wig rested, perfectly styled into an 19th century chignon. You applied some lip gloss and light eye makeup, forgoing your usual punk eye makeup.
    You then put on your dress. It was a beautiful gray (A/N: get it? Like her last name?) and has some lovely blue detailing on it. You called your sibling (S/N) into your room to help you do the corset laces. "Ugh you're such a nerd (y/n)." They exclaimed as they tugged at the laces. You said nothing as you sucked in your gut, silent tears pooling in your (e/c) orbs. No one in your family understood you, that's why you were so excited to go to this con.
    Soon, you were loaded up in the Uber car, hoop skirt and all. Bored, your fingers absentmindedly pulled up TikTok, a habit at this point. Your heart glowed when you saw that @blairbitchproject has updated a new tiktok. She was so pretty, and her cosplays were stunning. It was her Jem Carstairs that had inspired you to do Tessa today. She was so dreamy, you couldn't help but have a massive internet crush on her. You let yourself get lost in her blue eyes for a second longer, before tearing your gaze away to the tree line whizzing last your car.
    Your eyes were glued to the window as you pulled up to the convention center, where you could already see your fellow nerds mingling. You paid your driver for the ride then hopped out, eager to find some like minded people to befriend and some new merchandise to add to your collection. You took a couple of selfies with people who liked your cosplay, and shyly asked for a few pictures from other cosplayers, including a Deadpool dressed as Bikini Leia, who was as charismatic as the comic version himself, before finally making your way into the center.
    Your eye grew wide as you saw booth after booth filled with every nerdy creation under the sun. Vintage comics, Dungeons and Dragons figurines and dice, corsets and fabrics, even a couple of anime body pillows were being sold at every corner of the large building. You were so absorbed in the wonder of your first con you didn't even notice when you crashed into someone. Merch and pamphlets fell to the ground as you scrambled to pick them up, apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry! I should've watched where I was going I'm so clumsy!" "No no, you're fine!" Said a distinctly female, and somehow familiar, voice. You looked up to meet grey contact eyes and there was no mistaking it. 'Oh my Gerard Way.' You thought to yourself. 'It's blairbitchproject. As Jem Carstairs. I have to jump off the nearest bridge."
CHAPTER ONE OF HOWEVER MANY I WANT.
Ok hi, it's been like five years? I'm kinda back! Have I changed? Somewhat! Am I older now? Yes! Am I still writing terrible fanfics on this app? I guess so! Do I still like men? NO! My TikTok is @coffeecookiecrumbs if you wanna follow, I truly did this for fun and because I really do have a crush on blairbitchproject (you're very pretty if you're reading this)
See you in the next chapter which will probably be longer!