ok ok hear me out
you’re at a convention
you’re in a cosplay doesn’t matter who
you’re missing the wig or your shirt is the wrong shade or you’re missing a small part or something like that
you bump into someone cosplaying the character who is either commonly shipped with your character or is the best friend of your character or something
or maybe he isn’t even dressed up, he just has on a shirt with the logo or promo art or whatever
he pushes up his glasses and hits you with an “erm, actually” with a slight lisp. “X’s hair is pink” “erm, X actually has a pastel blue top, that’s sky blue”
and an argument ensues.
then the conversation shifts from the outfit to the canon
X did this for that reason so they could be with Y-
no, Y would never do that, it’s do out of character-
so on and so forth
eventually you walk off, pissed off at the guy.
who does that guy think he is, huh? he thinks he knows more than you- you’ve been following that series since it came out! you’ve bought the books, the merch, you almost exclusively watch the show.
ugh, whatever. you aren’t going to let some loser wannabe fan ruin your con
later on when the convention ends, you walk to the elevator so you can get to your car in the parking garage
lo and behold, the same guy with glasses is walking the same direction as you.
he looks at you and rolls his eyes
“ugh, you again? are you following me now?”
uh, no? your car is on the fourth level-
“oh, yeah, sure- admit it, you’re mad i know more about XYZ than you do.”
the argument restarts as the elevator opens. you both step in, bickering back and forth about who’s the bigger fan.
you start getting really sick of his shit and push him against the wall of the elevator, one hand next to his head and one leg between his, effectively pinning him against the wall.
it takes you a second to register how bright his face turned and the way his breathing changed. and the boner pressing against your leg.
really dude? you got bricked up from that?
“w-whatever, i-i’m not the weirdo pinning strangers against the nearest surface”
oh, you shut the fuck up!
“make me!”
you pause.
you look him over, mentally weighing the consequences.
…he isn’t bad looking.
…
oh, fuck it. yolo right?
after a few seconds of awkward silence you lean forward and kiss him
he yelps faintly, but doesn’t push you away.
in fact, he wraps one arm around your shoulders and the other moves to your hair/wig/whatever
you do the same, moving the hand that isn’t keeping him against the wall to the loosehair at the base of his ponytail.
his hair is slightly greasy, as you slip your tongue into his mouth you can taste the salt from whatever he had been eating recently. trail mix, pretzels, whatever you don’t care.
but it’s all short lived as the elevator dings, indicating that you reached the fourth level of the parking garage.
you pull back, the both of you panting slightly.
you step back, fixing your outfit as the guy with glasses
“ahem, s-so, uhm, i-i have the entire dvd collection of XYZ a-and the xbox game that came out…”
…
…is he serious?
“i-i mean, um, i-i figured i’d offer. since you’re, uhm, a-also a big fan…”
fuck, why is he kinda hot when he’s nervous…
…sure, why not.
“y-yeah, i get it. not many-“
“…wait, you said yes?”
yeah. it’s not often you meet someone else who’s also such a hardcore fan.
“o-oh! awesome, uh, w-what’s your discord?”
you both exchange discord usernames and you walk off to your car. when you get in the driver seat and hear your phone vibrate.
you check the notification and let out a soft laugh.
of course ‘no_1_XYZ_stan” added you immediately…
you accept the friend request and send a quick message.
No1XYZStan: one of us is gonna have to change users LOL
zz zz zz
no_1_XYZ_stan: LMAO
no_1_XYZ_stan: make me ;)