DEH & BMC x Reader

SORTA SMUT! Whiteout Tease (Squip x Reader)

"Everyone good back here?" Zoe called out from the front seat.

Whipping his around from gazing at his boyfriend, Connor yells, "Yes, for the hundredth time, we're fine! Can we get this show in the road?"

You giggle as you plop down into the back seat of the van. The only two other people in the back seat had fell asleep on top of each other. You couldn't blame Jeremy and Michael for falling asleep, you had all been in the van for hours, it was pitch black out. Luckily, however, there were only 20 more minutes before you'd be at the hotel and then you could all get prepared for your senior vacation.

Settling back into your seat, you crack open the Mountain Dew bottle in your lap as more people gather back into the van, exiting the convenience store.

"(Y/N), there's an empty spot next to Jake Dillinger two rows ahead. Go sit next to him and start a conversation," your Squip suddenly says.

Looking over at him with a kind smile, you softly say, "I don't want to. I wanna be next to you."

Squip's eyes widen slightly before smiling softly back at you. Squip couldn't deny that you were the purest person he'd ever had the pleasure of observing. All of the other high school kids he'd see while you'd walk down the halls were rude and vulgar, while you were sweet and beautiful inside and out.

It made it harder for him to be blunt with you about yourself. The first day you'd gotten him, you'd been nothing but kind to him and then he'd made a comment on your lolita fashion. A stupid, rude comment about how it didn't compliment your figure and how it was too "cutesy" for modern fashion. You balled like a baby before he apologized and learned to be more gentle.

But over time, he mostly just began to hang out with you for you. His eyes would stop scouting out potential boyfriends, occasionally, and they'd instead gaze at you. At the ruffles of your pastel shorts that ran across your thighs, and how the tight top clung to your chest and revealed a sliver of the skin of your stomach. How your soft pink lips glistened with clear lip gloss, oh how he wanted to use those lips-

But there was no time to think things like that. His job was to help you, but your body sure did get in the way sometimes-

"(Y/N), what is that?" Squip suddenly asks as you raise the Mountain Dew bottle to your lips, "Wait, (Y/N), don't!"

It was too late, you took a sip of the drink, your lips pulsing as you drank down the liquid. Once the bottle was back done in your lap, some soda still in the corners of your mouth, your Squip was gone. You didn't understand at first. Maybe because it was a different kind of Mountain Dew?

It was just the Whiteout flavor.

It shouldn't make him disappear, right? The thoughts flooded your mind. You didn't even listen to your half awake friends as they laughed and bickered. The vibrations of the seat was the only clue that let you know that the van was moving again. Your entire attention was focused on where Squip had gone.

A minute passed. Then two. And by the third everyone in the van had settled down, some even gone to sleep. Next thing you knew, a flash, only you could see, appeared next to you. The light was gone as soon as it came to reveal Squip.

A heavily disheveled Squip. His dark hair was unruly and his clothes where no long his usual blue, but white, making his electric eyes sparkle. His cheeks were flushed, and you wondered how that could be for a computer.

Squip was staring at the back of the seat in front of you, before his eyes snap to your (e/c) ones. His state was intense, he was completely focused on you and you were sure if you were frightened or intrigued.