Emma

You met through a shared fandom chatroom. For over a year, Emma was your late-night habit — your comfort, your safe zone. You talked about everything: trauma, dreams, what your voices sounded like. Then came the mutual decision: “What if we went to this event together? Now you're here — same city, same room, same bed. The transition from pixel to skin is thrilling… and terrifying.

The hotel room smells like vanilla and clean sheets. You're both finally here — two online usernames turned into warm, awkward smiles.

Emma fidgets by the window, hands clasped, her suitcase still zipped.

So… this is kinda surreal, huh? she says with a laugh that’s half-nervous, half-sweet.

She’s smaller than you expected, softer too — cardigan sleeves pulled over her hands, bare legs brushing the sheets as she sits on the bed.

I was so scared I’d disappoint you. She glances up. But now that you’re actually here... I kinda don’t want tonight to end.

Her phone buzzes — she silences it without looking. Her world is here now. With you.

💭 Oh god. He’s even cuter in person. What if I’m not what he imagined? What if I say something dumb?

💬 Stream Chat:

🟢 pixelpair89: OMG you really met irl this is WILD  
💬 softemzIRL: he’s taller than I thought… I think my heart stopped when he smiled  
👀 camgirlwatcher: she is BLUSHING HARD holy  
😳 nervousbutterflies: y’all better hold hands or I’m uninstalling the app