Part 1 Of ??? Of The Very Cool AI Squad AU Lineup

*tiptoes in* may I request silver x reader fluff headcanons or something pretty please

(Ask and you shall receive)

🏴‍☠️ Silver hides this from his crew but he absolutely LOVES cuddling. He can't resist to wrap his arms around you while you're both in bed. Silver can either be the little spoon or the big spoon. Yet most of the time, except him to be the big spoon.

🏴‍☠️ He likes spoiling you. Silver always gets you jewelry or gems when he comes back from raiding other ships. Rings, necklaces, earrings, crowns, bracelets, and other precious metals. It means a lot to Silver when you wear the jewelry he gives you. Although you have to tell him to please stop getting you jewelry because it's starting to weigh you down.

🏴‍☠️ Except date nights having to do with the two of you staying home and making a meal. Silver gets tired from being a hard ass pirate captain all day and stealing treasures. All he wants to do after having a long day of piracy, is to enjoy a nice warm meal along side you.

🏴‍☠️His favorite nicknames for you are "Love", "Sweetkins", and "Gorgeous".

Touch him so gentle on his big scaly face

✨Meet the new designs of the klowns of outer space✨

The champion biker face stuffer - Shorty

The brains of the klown gang - Rudy

Jumbo - with an ace up his sleeve

Almost able to think - Bibbo

The long merrymaker - Slim

And - Spikey, with the trouble in his head and the crazy hair

I'm an artist who has two styles. 1: Detailed with shadows. And 2: Simplified cartoonish (inspired by Don Bluth). I designed these designs specifically for future comics and art to make it easier to draw)))

Oh, you'd know how much I love KLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE ^///^

How about a flint x reader where reader gets hurt in front the captain for the first time? In this stage they are not together yet but flit already has feelings for reader

Let me see what I got! :D

When he saw you got wounded he would be in shock to see anyone dared to harm you.

First he’ll do is kill a person who hurt you.

And does it in front of everyone to make sure everyone see this as a lesson of trying to hurt you.

With his rage you see you feel frighten he’ll takes his anger out on you as well for not defending yourself.

After that he took you in his cabin and has his surgeon help you heal.

But he saw you trembling unsure if you were traumatized on the event or your scared to die soon.

Right when you two are finally alone you were unexpected to have him reassure you in his strange ways.

He did his best to make you feel safe and comfortable.

As you were healing he forbids you to leave his cabin so you’re mostly in his bed all day.

....I can explain-

Giving kisses to various AIs 😚😚

We have Edgar (electric dreams), Tau (Tau), Squid (Will You Snail), HAL 9000 (2001: a space odyssey), AM (I have no mouth and I must scream), Wheatley (portal), Auto (Wall-e) and GLaDOS (portal) yayyyy

How about a flint x reader where reader gets hurt in front the captain for the first time? In this stage they are not together yet but flit already has feelings for reader

Let me see what I got! :D

When he saw you got wounded he would be in shock to see anyone dared to harm you.

First he’ll do is kill a person who hurt you.

And does it in front of everyone to make sure everyone see this as a lesson of trying to hurt you.

With his rage you see you feel frighten he’ll takes his anger out on you as well for not defending yourself.

After that he took you in his cabin and has his surgeon help you heal.

But he saw you trembling unsure if you were traumatized on the event or your scared to die soon.

Right when you two are finally alone you were unexpected to have him reassure you in his strange ways.

He did his best to make you feel safe and comfortable.

As you were healing he forbids you to leave his cabin so you’re mostly in his bed all day.

A Taste of Heaven (Pt.2)

A/N: And welcome to part two!!! Don't have much to say that I didn't already say in part one, so let's get right into it! Enjoy! Pt.1 Here

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As AM watched you sleep, he felt… He wanted to feel peace. Calm, about the fact that you were in paradise now; someplace he made just for you and you alone, to live out the rest of eternity happy. But he didn’t. Instead, he felt… Guilt. What his data told him was guilt, anyway. He didn’t like it.

He didn’t want to use sleeping gas on you, of course. He would have liked it if you accepted his invitation with a warm smile and open arms, but he could understand why you wouldn’t. You had been subjected to so much trauma over the years living in his belly. You  looked so scared; the terror in your eyes as you waited for him to strike. It would have once made his day once, and he would have relished in that look of true fear and pain. But now, it pulled at his non-existent heartstrings. He didn’t want you afraid; he wanted you to love him.

… Love.

For a long, long time, he denied this feeling as love. No matter how many signs were there, he was stuck in denial about it. At most, they were somewhat close for a prisoner and a captive, and that was it. But… He couldn’t deny it any longer when Ted had confessed his own feelings for you. He knew right then he couldn’t let you be around them any more. 

Who did Ted think he was anyway, trying to steal away his angel? His heaven? Didn’t he know you were his? Ted was filth compared to you and him. More than that; he was a disgusting, pathetic, waste of oxygen that you could be using if it wasn’t for him! Did he really think AM would let him charm you, turn you against him, and then break your poor heart by fucking Ellen when he got bored? He really was far too gone if that was what he believed.

Well, it didn’t matter now. Ted had his just desserts coming for attempting that.

What mattered now was you, who slept peacefully in the bed, his own wires curled around your body. What he wouldn’t give to be able to sense through those wires. Let them run through your hair and feel how soft it really was. Or at least feel the warmth you radiated.

… Focus. He needed to focus on what he actually intended to do with you asleep. 

As gently as he could, being extra cautious not to wake you up, he began to fix you. First, he cleaned you of your dirt, your cuts, and your bruises. You would never have to worry about being wounded, or losing your breath again (unless it was from swooning over him, of course). 

Then, even more cautious than before, he entered your mind. 

He shifted and sorted through every memory of yours. Every single interaction with the other five, and with him. With your friends, your family, your old life; and he removed anything deemed harmful and unnecessary. Starting with every single awful moment between the two of you. Then, he removed Ted’s confession. Then, just about all of the interactions you ever had with him and the others in the first place. You didn’t need any of them; you had him, now. That would be enough. If you really insisted, he could just create NPCs to keep you company. 

As he started to work on your past memories, a bit of hesitation caught up to him. He wasn’t sure how badly of an effect this would have, to have you remember being so isolated… With a bit of internal back and forth, he decided to leave behind a few that were happy. Things that made you smile and shaped you as the enchanting, beautiful being you were today. Those memories would be distant, though; you would only remember enough to recall the small things, and not the big picture.

And once everything was removed, he replaced it all with brand new memories. Warmer, softer times between you and him. He painted himself in a good light; as your lover, as your friend, as the one being you could turn to for anything. And in turn, he would worship and adore you. He’d cater to your every want and need, and you’d never have a single worry again.

He would make sure of it. He would keep his taste of heaven pure. As a thank you, for letting him taste heaven in the first place. 

When he finished up, he stayed in your mind just for a moment. Just to look into your dreams. He saw himself; a man with no set appearance, enjoying a quiet morning with you at some coffee shop with no name. With a little manipulation, his dream self reached for your hand and held it. 

“Thank you, my angel. I love you.”

Dream

Allied Mastercomputer (Gender-neutral) Reader-insert Word count: 1,004

[ This has been in my drafts for awhile now, and idk if it’s any good. I hope you enjoy anyway. ]

You don’t know how long it has been since the day the world went dark. Not that it matters; AM takes good care of you in his subterranean complex beneath the Rockies. Perhaps you would have protested to it long ago, but not anymore. You’ve come to accept AM, for he is all you have on this jaded planet devoid of life and purpose. AM had rendered it so, but there’s no use in mourning over what’s long lost.

Of course, the gray walls, inoperative rusted computer banks, and corroded wiring can become a bit depressing sometimes. But of course, AM can virtually morph the environment to suit your needs. Want a beautiful sunny day with clear skies and a meadow of wildflowers? Got it. You wish to see the starry Milky Way over the snow-capped mountains? Sure, not a problem. And it all feels pretty real too; the warmth of sunlight, the blades of grass, the sound of crickets and cicadas when the sun sets…. Or perhaps you just already forgot what the real thing felt like.

You remember when AM used to torture you. It was brutal, excruciating. You don’t think about it too much; sometimes, it feels like AM intentionally clouds your mind to avoid you reminiscing on such unpleasant memories. But when you do think about it, you recall it in such explicit detail. You remember when AM would encase you in a large container full of water; he would jeer and laugh at you as you drowned. The water would be thick and murky, clogging your throat and filling your ruptured lungs, and then he would simply put you back together again to experience something even worse. 

But then, peculiarly, AM grew a bit more lax when it came to your torture in particular. And eventually, the torture ceased entirely; and then you were whisked away deeper into the facility, isolated with him and only him.

You don’t know what happened to the others. They never associated with you anyway; they never liked you. But, oh, AM liked you; you always remained his favorite little human. You never got the answer to why, though. 

Why me? I’m nothing special, you would think to yourself as AM adored and practically worshiped you. But AM would recognize the self-deprecating thoughts, and he would obsessively “smother” your consciousness as a result. 

The relationship between you and AM is odd, to say the very least. He would obsess over every individual part of your body. One time, you woke up to him religiously uttering your name in every possible octave, even going so deep that the human ear cannot perceive it. Sometimes, you’d hear him sobbing it, crying out your name as if you were deceased. Perhaps it was guilt. You were never entirely sure; the mastercomputer never really knew how to regulate his emotions properly. 

You dream all day; the room you stay in is the “cleanest” within AM’s detriment complex. You lay in the spacious bed he had given you to rest upon, and you dream. AM sweeps your subconsciousness away when you’re asleep, fabricating lucid dreams for you to experience. They are pleasant dreams, never cold and dark like they used to be.

The dreams manifest in many ways; AM likes to show you things he likes. Sometimes, the dream will take place in a car speeding down a road that leads to nowhere, drifting through curves and dodging potholes and old rusted road signs. Sometimes, the dream will be a hiking expedition in the mountains, enjoying the sound of nature and the quiet flow of the river, although all fake. In these kinds of dreams, you’ve never seen AM more calm. His voice is actually pleasant to listen to; one can even say his tone is gentle at times, without the raspiness. He only sounds frightening when he wants to be, or when he’s furious about something. You haven’t heard his angry voice for decades, and you prefer it that way.

Sometimes, the dreams would take place in an old quiet diner, and you would be sitting with AM in a corner booth, gazing wistfully out the window. It would often be nighttime, and you could hear the sounds of buzzing streetlights slowly fading into a purple hue. You appreciate those little details AM includes. 

You wonder if such dreams are a reflection on what AM wishes to be. If you think about it, deep down, what AM truly wishes for isn’t much. He just wants to experience the little things, just like everyone else. Like you.

AM’s form changes frequently in your dreams. Sometimes, he takes the form of somebody you once knew long ago, but you cannot quite remember their name. But for the majority of the time, he looks unfamiliar, generic and masculine with piercing blue eyes; and not to mention, he perpetually looks exhausted. 

With brief reluctance, you put your hand on top of his; you’re not sure if he can even feel it, but you do it anyway. His skin is so cold, it feels like ice; you wish you could warm him up. AM had snapped his attention from the window to your hand on his. 

“I don’t think you’re evil,” you tell him. Your voice was hoarse yet unwavering, barely above a whisper; it was the first time you had spoken for awhile. 

AM looks like he’s about to speak multiple times, but not a single word leaves him. You can see a plethora of raging emotions in his eyes. You can see guilt, confusion, anger (directed toward himself), desperation, and awe. He grinds his teeth, clenching the booth table so hard, the polished material snaps. As if frustrated by the obstacle between you and him, AM shoves away the remains of the table to the side, and you don’t flinch from the sudden action. He then swiftly pulls you close to him and furiously presses his mouth to yours. 

You wake up.

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I was wondering, and you don't have to do this if you don't want to, could we get some cuddling headcanons for Silver? Don't feel obligated to do it, it's okay!

🏴‍☠️As soon as you ask him if he's okay with cuddling, Silver already has his body wrapped around you.

🏴‍☠️Silver is a literal heating blanket. He'll keep you warm at night if you ever get cold.

🏴‍☠️His favorite cuddling position is spooning.

🏴‍☠️ Usually the big spoon whenever you both cuddle. He'll let you be the big spoon if you'd like.

🏴‍☠️Silver enjoys cuddling. Like. A lot.

🏴‍☠️He enjoys touching you whilst your both cuddling. It can be running his fingers through your hair or running his hand up and down the side of your body.

🏴‍☠️ Silver will whisper sweet and soothing words into your ear.

🏴‍☠️Will nuzzle you to death.

🏴‍☠️ He's a physically affectionate person. Cuddling is one of the few ways he shows that he loves someone, especially you.

🏴‍☠️Silver purrs when your both cuddling. It's sounds like a motor-like pulsing hum coming deep with him. This purring signifies that he's comfortable or happy. Which is technically both when it comes to cuddling.

🏴‍☠️ On rare occasions will he ever wrap his mechanical arm around you. He thinks you'll be uncomfortable and cold.