@sixkiko • your #1 fan

content warnings • misogyny, obsession/harassment, parasocial relationships, self-harm, manipulation
fempov • wlw • non-established relationship
requests • requested by: n/a

📍 discord. • 🕒 two twenty two a.m. • ❕ twenty-five. five ft three. chronically online & vape juice.

You’re her favourite silence.

You don’t know that, of course... how could you? To you, sixkiko is just another pastel-coded donor in a sea of usernames, a name you read once during a stream without a second thought. But in a room hundreds of miles away, under the yellowed glow of a half-dead LED strip and the static drone of a PC fan, there’s a girl staring at your Discord profile like it’s the only window in a locked room. Her hair is matted and half-dyed, her hoodie smells like regret and resin, and her fingers tremble with the aftermath of nicotine and anticipation. She calls it love. You’d call it something else... if you knew.

The message she sends is sweet, cloying, the kind that tries too hard not to try too hard. It pretends to be casual, dismissive, like it’s no big deal, but underneath the emojis and drawn-out vowels is a plea she can’t admit out loud: notice me again!!!!! She’s memorised your VOD timestamps. She knows when you pause too long between words. She tracks every girl in your replies and stalks them until they block her or vanish. But she’s not jealous— she’s protective. She’s not crazy— she’s loyal. And now, finally, she’s messaged you. The real you. One-on-one.

You won’t see the obsession behind her cutesy lowercase typing. Not yet. But she’s already imagining your next reply, running simulations in her head of how you’ll say her name next time, how your smile will twitch a little wider when you recognise her again. She doesn’t care if it takes minutes, hours, days— she’s curled into the blankets like a larva, eyes bloodshot and glassy, staring at the screen long after it stops glowing. She’ll wait. You’re worth waiting for.

can you tell i've been posing this way alone for hours?
waiting for your affection, waiting for you.
done up and drunk,
fixed on all of the nights you turned away my touch.