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Destroyed Dreams (ANGST)

Some angst in which reader gets extremely angry at their SQUIP. ------ Why would you DO something like that??!?!!!?" I shouted, taking a pillow from my bed and slinging it across the room in attempt to hit my SQUIP. I knew the pillows would just phase through him, but my mind was too clouded with rage to care. "You useless piece of technology!! I should have never gotten you!" More objects from around my room found themselves thrown at my SQUIP on the other side of my room. He desperately tried to get me to calm down, but in my anger I refused to listen. "Y/N.. Please calm down there is always a reason for why I-" "Go away!! Turn off! Shut down! Something!! For like 10 minutes!!" I yelled. He looked at me with a worried expression, but he complied and left my head for a bit anyway. As soon as he was gone I let the tears roll down my hot cheeks. I had never felt this angry at him, or at anyone before. But he managed to ruin a night that was supposed to go so well. It was supposed to change my life forever. But because of him, I blew it. He made me look like a fool in front of everybody. Very important people, including the one person I had fallen desperately in love with. My SQUIP took all of if away from me. I let myself fall onto my bed and I clutched the blankets, crying into my mattress. I was full of so much regret. Did I really need that supercomputer to help me get this far? I probably could have done it myself. After a while longer of me lying there crying, he appeared again. I flinched at the feeling of his hand on my back. He hesitated momentarily, but went right back to rubbing my back in small circles. He knew this calmed me down. My shoulders rose and fell in small heaves as I sobbed. He hummed quietly, and ran his hands through my hair. As this went on, I began to calm down. "Y/N.... Listen." my SQUIP began, "I'm so terribly sorry... I hate to see you so hurt like this..." I looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy from crying, "Then why did you do it? Why did you make me look like a fool in front of all those people? Why did you ruin my big chance at my dreams??" He looked away from me, an expression of sadness on his face. "It's because I knew that..." He trailed off "Knew what??" I questioned. "I knew that if tonight had gone according to plan... you would be with them. The one who stole your heart..." He shook his head, "I'm not supposed to be able to experience these emotions. But I think that- when you have so much exposure to human emotions, you can't help but learn to understand them after a while..." I furrowed my eyebrows, "I don't... understand... are you saying that you-" "I am the one that wants to be with you, Y/N. I did this out of jealousy... and I'm so sorry." I was at a loss for words. All I could do was look at him, my mouth agape. Did he just confess his feelings towards me? He ruined my perfect night because he was jealous?? I shook my head, "SQUIP...That doesn't justify what you did. You still ruined everything. You could have just told me. Tonight was about more than impressing my crush. It was about starting my steps towards my dream..." He looked at me, running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh, "I know.. and I couldn't fix that no matter how hard I tried... " We sat in silence for a few moments before he broke it again, "...If you... don't want me anymore- all you have to do is drink some Mountain Dew Red. That's what deactivates me."

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Kissing 101

Host gets a kissing lesson ----- I threw open the door to my bedroom, feet stomping angrily onto the floor as I made my way to flop onto my bed. I was fuming. Was it over something completely trivial? Perhaps. But I was upset regardless. My SQUIP realized this, and he appeared next to me, "It's not the end of the world." He said in a teasing tone. I looked up at him, "Seriously?? My crush said I was a bad kisser. I can't believe I finally had the chance to kiss them and when I did, it all went to complete shit." I rolled onto my side, facing away from him. I could hear a small chuckle come from his mouth. I wanted to be annoyed with him, but it was almost difficult to stay angry with him around. "Well... if you're such a terrible kisser... Why don't I teach you?" He suggested. I sat up, looking at him, "Um. What? Why would you-" He cut me off, "If it helps you to improve your life, then it would be part of my primary function. Come here." I pursed my lips. Was my SQUIP really going to teach me how to kiss?? I shrugged a little, "I GUESS if it'll help me not to disappoint the next person I kiss..." My SQUIP pat the spot right next to him, motioning for me to scoot over next to him. I couldn't help but break into a smile as I moved closer. "Okay. Now, when you lean in, you have to tilt your head in the opposite direction that I'm tilting mine. Got it?" I nodded, "Yes. Okay." I watched as he began to lean towards me. I then put my hand up to block him, "This is stupid," I said through a fit of giggles. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a disapproving look, "Do you want to learn how to kiss right, or not?" I put my hand over my mouth and laughed, "Okay, okay. Fine. Sorry let's do this." He leaned in again, and I tilted my head the other way like he said. As he got closer I could feel his breath on my face. I could feel butterflies swell in the pit of my stomach. I felt more nervous than I did when I kissed my crush. Perhaps it was because I was REALLY afraid of disappointing my SQUIP? Yeah. That had to be it. When the gap between our lips finally closed, he leaned into me a little more. I took mental note of his movements. His lips were soft against mine and each kiss was steady and gentle. When he pulled back, he took one of my hands, "Take advantage of the fact that you have hands." He then placed one of my hands on his shoulder, and he placed his free hand on my waist. "This helps make the kiss more interesting and at the same time, you seem more interesting." I nodded, and he came in for another kiss. This time he was a little more forceful. I ran my other hand through his hair, and I pulled myself closer to him. He responded by changing his position and leaned over me, leading me down onto the bed until my back rested on the mattress. I could feel shivers up and down my spine when one of his hands slid under my shirt and ran along my side. This earned a small moan from me, and that made me realize what was happening. I felt as if I had been in a trance. "Woah.. okay.. okay.." I said, breaking the kiss. He looked down at me, and he seemed to have gotten just as lost in that kiss as I did. He sat back, adjusting his shirt collar, "Oh I... I apologize. That almost got.. a little out of hand." I felt heat rise to my cheeks, "It's... okay. At least now I know what to do if I find myself in a make out session."

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Squip x Reader [MORNING]

Morning 「n o t e s 468 words Fluff Y/n = your name Squip isn’t a complete jerk」

The sun, it shines through the loosely opened blinds that seemed to be bent, maybe even slightly broken.

The window the bright, early rays shine through seems to be across the bed that you lie in. As you look around the hazy room your try to pull yourself out of bed, but something seems to have snakes itself around your waist pulling you back in, “Hm?” You look behind you; you see your Squip hugging your waist tightly, you’re surprised that you hadn’t noticed him earlier. His eyes are open and staring into yours.

“Good morning Y/n…” His voice sounded softer then normal, you know he doesn’t really sleep so you wonder how long he’s been watching you. He seemed to be bare from the waist up, yet that was all you could see of him, his waist and up. Your mind ponders on strange ideas of what hiding under your sheets. “Hah, don’t worry, I have pants on, though for you I’m not sure, sugar lips.” Suddenly you have the urge to puke, and scream, you did feel a little drafty down there.

“I-I, um-” you begin to stutter with your face turning a faint red. He would normally be teasing you a lot harder when ever you did something wrong but he seemed to soft this morning, why?

A soothing chuckle escaped his lips. He pressed his mouth against the bare skin on your shoulders causing the hairs on your legs and arms to stand on end. His lips felt warm, he felt human with the only thing being the electronic hum emitting from his body, though that too sounded soothing.

“Do you remember why you’re nude Y/n?” Your Squip began to trace your back with his fingers loosely as your shook your head, “Well you were in a very hazy stage of your illness, but at around 2 you sat up and screamed It’s to hot in this hell hole, as your proceeded to rip of your clothing, and then you called me over and demanded I cuddle with you.” Your face burns as he smirks and all you could really bring yourself to do was smack his arm lightly. The both of you let out a laugh.

“Was I really THAT sick?”

“You were, it was endearing taking care of you.” You leaned into him as you turned your body to face his, the rays of sunshine where getting to bright for you to have them shinning on your eyes and now the golden hues lit up your back.

“You were like a snooty little sibling.”

“Just when I thought you were getting better you petty, big brother.” You punched his arm lightly which seemed to hurt you more then him. Though you cuddled up to his body and wrapped your arms around his waist as he traced your shoulder and prompted himself up on his other hand.

“I know you think I’m attractive, I can see the chemical reactions that happen in your mind…”

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(squip/reader, ambiguous gender reader, sfw, fluff, tiny 4 am drabble)

“…and that one is Sagittarius,” your SQUIP says, cheer in his voice. At least, that’s what you think he said. You’re already starting to drift off…

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Best "x reader" scenario with SQUIP

Child: Mommy, how did you met daddy?

Reader:*breathe deeply*

SQUIP: Honey, no

Reader: I've bought him for 600$ in shoes store

SQUIP: Honey, wtf

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squip doodle fic!!

i hope u like this! its a really cute idk… ngl

—— You’ve never really had to think about why you draw on yourself.

It just happens, usually. You don’t consciously pick up a pen, but you’ll look down suddenly and realize that there’s a galaxy or a field of flowers etched in ink on your arm. You don’t exactly mind; doodles are easy to wash off and, in an emergency, easy to cover up.

While it is sometimes mindless, you find the habit comforting, too. If you’re upset or hurt, unable to get to the words that you need, unable to even think properly, you’ll scribble over your thigh under the table. The weight of the pen’s tip on your skin keeps you grounded. It reminds you that you’re here, that you’re real. You rely on the pen, on its power over you.

Needless to say, you’re a bit surprised the first time that you lazily doodle and your Squip asks you, “What are you doing?”

“Just drawing,” you answer, too quickly. No one ever asks you about this unless they’re planning to yell at you, so you’re ready. Your pen now hovers above a multitude of geometric patterns. You keep your eyes downcast, looking anywhere but at your Squip. “Sorry- I’ll stop.”

“Your remorse is unnecessary,” they respond matter-of-factly. “I am simply… confused… as to why this is how you spend your time.”

Oh.

“Oh,” you say, for lack of anything else. You look up at your Squip, surprised. They still have that confused look of their face. “I guess it just… feels nice? And I like that it’s inconsequential.” Hesitantly, you turn back to the dodecahedron your pen was in the middle of.

“You do this for the sensation that it gives you?” they ask as they continue to watch you.

Absently, you nod.

“That seems… harmless.”

A moment passes. Not an uncomfortable one, but one of silence just the same. You let the smoothness of the ink glide across you, no longer worried for what your Squip might think.

“Y/N,” they say suddenly. The word is slow, calculated. Now, you regard them fully. As you look into their eyes, you can see that their pupils are blurry. From experience you know that this means they’re loading. Hm.

“Yeah?”

They hold out a hand with the same slow movement. With (now high definition) pupils, they glance down at your pen. “May I?”

You stare for a moment, not comprehending. By the time your brain works out what they’re asking, the pen is already in their hand. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers brush, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Noting your confusion (and, well, being inside your brain), your Squip explains, “My objective is to improve your life. Research indicates that positive stimulus would certainly contribute to that, so, ah. I believe it is my job to make you feel, as you say… nice.” They turn the pen around in their hands a few times. As you look closer, you can see that their cheeks are emitting a bright blue blush. You can’t control the smile that your mouth stretches into as you reposition your body so they can draw on you.

You feel your thigh jolt a little as your Squip makes contact with it; you aren’t used to feeling anyone touch it but yourself. You force yourself to relax, letting out a breath that rattles through you. Your Squip’s hand covers most of the drawing that it’s making, but you can see a few crudely-drawn lightning bolts peeking through. Aw, how cute, but what’s that in the middle-?

“Stop looking,” they tease, though you catch the slight anxiety in their voice. Obliging, you turn your gaze to your carpet. A few minutes pass as you let the feeling of the pen hold you in place. Whatever your Squip is drawing, it must be detailed because of the slow, gentle way that the pen movement.

Finally, they take a breath (or simulate one, at least). “Alright,” they say with a smile you can practically hear. “You can look.” As you turn your gaze to your thigh, unsure what to expect, your heart warms at a rapid rate. Between tiny motifs and symbols, there’s-

You start to laugh.

“Did you seriously just sign your name?”

 ~ Oh my gosh this is so cute holy shit. I love this so much ahhhhh-