imagine waking up in the middle of the night and leaving you and your f/os shared bed to get a drink or use the restroom or something and when you come back they are angrily staring at you
Your F/o teasing you over your posture, then they put one of their hands on your chest (if they have 2 hands) the other on your back to "fix" your posture. not because they wanted to touch you dumbass! (lie)
♡ - your f/o would always use your neopronouns! even if they don't know what neopronouns are, they would listen to your explanation and then use them for you
♡ - even if it takes some getting used to, your f/o would correct themselves whenever they mess up
♡ - and your f/o would stand up for you if anyone was a jerk! no one is going to disrespect you when they're around
Sorry if it's not clear, English is not my native language
@ilovemyyumes
No worries! I understand perfectly: everyone needs some of dat loligem >:3
(Female reader obviously with unspecified appearance, though her backstory is vaguely explained in the beginning.)
K.IT X LOLI!READER
You were one of the characters she saved from a failed attempt at saving one of the Game Worlds; she tried saving your world, she really did, but your protagonist was so headstrong... they ended up getting caught in the cataclysm, leaving you as the only survivor from the team.
You were so distraught, desperately clinging onto the belief that they somehow made it out alive, that they’d somehow find their way back to you... K.it didn’t want to be the one to break your spirits—and she scolded Ka.boodle for even joking about it. You were so young, she didn’t want to break your spirit.
You reminded her a lot of herself when she was younger, besides the fact you were the deuteragonist, rather than the protagonist; you loved your world so, so much, you had been willing to do everything to save it... even if things fell oh-so-conveniently into your lap that it should’ve made you suspicious. You had more of an excuse for your thoughtlessness than she did, though—you’re just a kid.
The more time she spent with you, the more attached she got. It went from seeing you as some extension of herself to viewing you as—and this sounds so weird when she thinks about it for longer than a couple seconds—an angel. One who went through what they went through for HER sake, for her to have someone who understood her, to fall back on. You were young, yes, but you were so, so smart and understanding with her. She couldn’t help but love you.
...What?
When she realizes after a mission—one in which YOU had been the one to save HER—that what she feels towards you isn’t just a strong platonic bond, her mind is quick to kick into overdrive. No, that can’t be it! She doesn’t love you like THAT, you’re just a kid!
...But the longer she sits there, trying to deny her feelings, the more and more things she thinks about that just make her love you more: your bright eyes, invigorating laugh, determination... god. GOD she’s so in love with you. And she can’t help but feel like your youth has a special place in this attraction—like your energy and appearance is molded perfectly by your age. She can’t imagine being with anyone devoid of life and spirit like fellow adults.
She gets awkward with you from there for a little while, stuttering and blushing and not making direct eye contact, sending you and Ka.boodle out on your own during missions while her, Go.bbles and Fl.appers adventure on their own.
You notice, of course. And you can’t help but vent to Ka.boodle about it—who makes a comment about it “not being the time.” However, when he sees the dejected look on your face, he can’t help but let out a heavy sigh. And then, in the bluntest way possible:
“She likes ya kid, okay? Like—REALLY likes ya. Wants to make ya happy and—kiss you all over the face or whatever girls do when they’re in love, somethin’ profoundly mushy like that.”
You stop. Entirely. Your face heats up as you stand there, entirely blindsided by his words. He can’t help but smirk at your reaction, and before you can ask him another question—
“Don’t ask me how I know. She didn’t tell me, but I’ve gotten pretty good at knowin’ what she wants. And right now? That’s you, girly. Now c’mon, we’re close.”
Admittedly, you’re zoned out for the rest of the mission; how the hell were you supposed to focus when your crush’s sidekick just told you that she likes you too?! You move when he tells you and fight when it’s necessary, but you’re not putting your all into it.
That is, until the hero captures K.it. THEN you’re locked in.
K.it’s never seen you so angry before—not even the last time she was in danger. Maybe it was because this time it was caused by another person? Whatever the reason was, she couldn’t help but cheer your name with enthusiasm as you, who she once thought was just a harmless little girl, plowed attack after attack into the villain’s face with all your might. They were down in seconds, and she immediately rushed over to you, giving you the biggest hug she’d ever given you, thanking you repeatedly and—!
She freezes when your lips, so soft and small, suddenly find hers. She doesn’t know how to react; she knows most people—her crew were incredibly understanding—would find this wrong, and for some reason, she was still clinging onto that sense of morality from her old world... but then when she sees Ka.boodle standing there so impressed with himself, arms crossed with a smug smirk on his face, she finally finds the courage to kiss you back.
From there on out, it’s rare for her to leave your side. Not necessarily from over-protectiveness, simply because now that she’s had a taste it’s hard for her to discipline herself; absence makes the heart grow fonder, she’s well aware, but she’s convinced she already loves you as much as physically possible, so she isn’t necessarily concerned with that detail.
She loves watching you grow—both literally and combat-wise. When the two of you have downtime, she’ll dedicate some of it to teaching you new techniques; you’re incredibly good for your age, she’s never SEEN such a skilled fighter be so young, but you can always learn more!
Whenever someone hits on you in public, hero, villain or otherwise, she’s always quick to defend you as if her life depends on it, gently pushing you behind her back and yelling at the offender, using the excuse that you’re obviously a child, and they should stop being such a creep towards kids.
And then once you return to the ship, she kisses you senseless and holds you close enough that if someone were witnessing from afar, they’d think that you were spending your last moments together.
Her love is fast yet gentle, like tidal waves rolling against your legs; you never have to worry about going without when you have her, because she has more than enough to give. Enough to keep on giving without the risk of her love running out.
(This was a fun one! I haven't watched Gameoverse in a bit so apologies if it's a bit OOC :,3 regardless, I hope you enjoyed!)
