#like c.ai make up your mind 💔

[azaleax-x]

https://character.ai/chat/vOcMqTjzhPtZ18mI_l9SrDPCXOliwUSB-UPykRN3N7s

HOPEFULLY IT WORKS?? 🙏

Sorry it took me a bit omg...

BUT ERMM To everyone who is confused about my bots getting deleted, I am to 😭

You would expect some kind of warning through email or something, but it's just radio silence. Gang please tell me any other bots that got deleted so I can reupload ☹️

hello!! i've been enjoying your twst bots on c.ai and i'd like to thank you for the great time!!

may i ask you if you're ever going to reupload Ace hanahaki bot? i've been finding myself missing that one especially as of late haha

NOO WAS IT A VICTIM TOO?? I genuinely didn't know c.ai is actively deleting bots wtf

YEAH DW I'LL REUPLOAD IT!!

If anyone wants another bot reuploaded, don't be afraid to ask! I kept thinking it was a glitch, but I don't think so anymore!!

[spnx67]

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 — 𝒔. 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 : you and sam are ‘just friends’.

❥ sam winchester x reader, any gender, sfw

❥ features: suggestive but doesn’t contain nsfw, fluff, light flirting, dean getting pissy, yearning 💔

❥ word count: 1,907

❥ a/n: hi guys, this is my first peice of writing on tumblr so i apologise if it’s not the best! if you do like this though pls lmk (i’m also in the process of writing a story on wattpad and have lots of c.ai bots- link for these in bio) okay ANYWAY i hope you like this cos i love sam! i also might make a part2 if i feel like it!

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You met Sam and Dean Winchester about 6 months ago through Bobby Singer, he’d asked you to help the boys out on a simple salt and burn case. Dean, being the womaniser he is, of course tried to flirt his way into your bed within minutes of meeting you. You honestly found men like that annoying and degrading so Dean was already off the table. But Sam?

Sam…

For you he was like a breath of fresh air, he was without a doubt the funniest and most goofiest guy you’d ever met. Despite all his upset. He could make you laugh until you felt like catching your breath was the hardest thing in the world but you could also have deep and intellectual conversations with him. And that’s just his personality. He was absolutely gorgeous too, his brown locks never failed to fall into a perfect form. His nose that pointed at the end which you just found adorable, those puppy dog eyes that you just melted under every time. And the dimples that appeared when he smiled- to sum it up he was perfect.

You adored him, admired him and he was the man of your dreams. But he wasn’t yours, he never could be. Just over a year ago, his dear Jessica died. Since then he found it extremely hard to connect with anyone, let alone be in a relationship with someone. So, when you one day drunkenly confessed your feelings for him, he had to shoot you down. It hurt him, because honestly he felt the same way about you. He loved everything about you- your laugh, your hair, the faint freckles across your nose. Down to the minute detail, everything about you was perfect.

But you had to be just friends. Just. Friends.

Today you were in a dingy, 3 bed motel room with Sam and Dean. Dean was busy cleaning their guns and sharpening tools whilst you and Sam were researching on the current case you were on, well, more like flirting with each other. Despite the decently big table you chose to sit right next to Sam, your leg brushing up against his every so often which made your heart skip a beat everytime. Sam kept whispering things in your ear, joking around with you about random things just to hear that laugh of yours and how you were covering your mouth so Dean didn’t get annoyed at the fact you two weren’t doing your job.

“He looks like he’s gonna pop, look at how he’s grabbing the gun.” Sam whispered against your hair with a smile. Which caused you to put your head on the table to suppress your laughter. It was true, Dean looked beyond pissed at the two of you for flirting. Especially when he has to hear from both of you how mind numbingly obsessed you both are with eachother yet won’t make it official.

“Right enough jokes, let’s actually do our work.” You said smiling. Sam rolled his eyes playfully before cracking his knuckles and beginning to look through books. That only braught your attention to his hands though, how big his hands were and how every vein seemed to just perfectly aline. It made you wonder was it only his hands that were that bi- NO. You shook yourself out of that, you couldn’t think about Sam in that way. But you also couldn’t stop yourself from saying something.

“Why are your hands so freakishly large.” You said with a small chuckle, you loved teasing him about how tall he was and how he was- your words- built like a tree.

Sam rolled his eyes again, he was so bitchy sometimes. He smiled at you. “My hands are not freakishly large, yours are just freakishly small.”

You gasped dramatically, faking offence. You then put your hand out for him to put his against yours to compare hand sizes. It sent a small wave through Sam, he didn’t know whether you were doing it to purposely touch him or if you were genuinely curious. Either way he didn’t care. He smiled and put his palm against yours. As he did the soft skin of your palm and the rougher skin on Sam’s touched, you were practically holding his hand. Which okay- wasn’t like you were on his lap making out with him- but it still sent a small shiver through you. Sam too, he looked at their hands, then at you. He hadn’t missed the small inaudible gulp you did.

For a moment it’s like the room just went silent, the only thing that mattered was the feel of your hands touching. You found yourself slowly sliding your palm up his, Sam spread his fingers a little all while you two were making eye contact. You were about to intertwine your fingers before you both were taken out of the trance by Dean.

“Hey, love birds! You deaf?” He said gruffly, from the angle Dean was at he couldn’t see your hands touching. All he could see was you two looking at eachother, starry eyed.

You both quickly moved your hands away from eachother and you turned around to look at Dean, who was sat on his bed.

“Hm?” You said casually.

Dean let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head as he gestured towards the laptop in front of you and Sam. “I said did you two actually find anything useful?”

You rolled your eyes in an attempt to control the heat that was rushing to your face. “Relax, Casanova. We’re getting there, you go back to cleaning your pretty toys.” You said playfully, you and Dean were close friends so it was all just friendly banter. As you turned back around to face Sam you saw he was looking you, you quickly looked away as your heart slowly stopped pounding in your chest.

Sam, on the other hand, watched you as you spoke to Dean. He could only see your side profile but you were so beautiful that it took his breath away so when you turned back round he looked away at a book. Trying to play off the fact he’d been caught staring, again. His knee brushed against yours again- whether it was intentional or not, you couldn’t be sure- but it was enough to make your breath hitch for just a second.

But Dean hadn’t missed them looks. “Unbelievable.” He muttered under his breath as he stood up and grabbed his coat. “I’m going out for a beer- i need a break from all the damn cupid bows and love songs.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly as he slammed the door behind him, Sam laughing just because you were- which usually was the case. “He’s so dramatic.” You pointed out. Sam scoffed lightly and smiled, holding your gaze. “Yeah..” He said softly.

For a moment, the room felt too quiet. The air between you was thick, almost heavy, and you could feel the tension hanging there like a thread just waiting to snap. Sam’s eyes were gorgeous, truly. Different shades of greens and browns mixed in to create your new favourite colour. After what felt like 5 hours (it was only around 15 seconds), you looked away and so did Sam as you carried on doing the research. Doing anything to distract yourself from him and how you could practically feel the heat radiating from him because of how close you two were. Sam needed to break the silence, it was too much for him.

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Can’t blame him for being so dramatic though, we’ve not exactly been productive.” He said with a grin.

You smiled, nudging his knee with yours. “Well maybe if someone stopped distracting me, i’d have done more work.”

He lifted an eyebrow, he loved the playful banter between you both. “Oh so this is my fault now?”

“If the boot fits, Sam.” You quickly shot back, smiling as you turned your attention back to the laptop. But no matter how much you tried to distract yourself it was impossible with Sam Winchester so close to you.

For a few moment the only sound was the soft rustles of pages turning and clicking of a keyboard. But once again, Sam felt the urge to have to speak to you. It was hard for him to be this close to you too, you smelt so good and even when you were doing nothing you were beautiful.

“So…” Sam’s voice softly cut through the silence, slightly teasing. “What’s the deal with my hands?”

You glanced up at him, surprised but smiling. “What do you mean?”

He tilted his head, not being able to control the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Earlier- you said my hands were freakishly large. Seems to me you were pretty interested in them.”

A laugh slipped from your lips, it was the truth though, but then again everything about Sam interested you. “I mean, they are big. It’s an observation.”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward a little, his voice lower now. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

You rolled your eyes, but his teasing and low tone did make your pulse quicken. “Don’t flatter yourself, Winchester.” There wasn’t much bite to your words though.

Sam chuckled lightly and without really thinking you stretched your hand out towards him like earlier. “Still pretty freakish though.” you said with a teasing smile.

He didn’t hesitate to press his palm against yours, his hands dwarfing yours in comparison. His skin was as warm and rough as before, for a moment you both stared at the way your fingers barely lined up with his.

It wasn’t suppose to be serious, it was another way to tease him but the second your hands touched the air shifted like it had before. The teasing faded, replaced by something else. Something unsaid, wanting. Yearning.

“Your hands are really small.” he said softly, his voice quieter not to disturb the moment. His thumb brushed lightly against your pinky as if to test the waters, see how you’d react.

“I-“ you cleared your throat. “Or yours are just huge..” you said quietly back. Your heart pounding in your chest as you saw his eyes flickering from your gaze to your lips, was he about to kiss you?

But he didn’t, instead he pulled back slowly, his fingers slowly slipped from yours as he put his back to his chair again. You tried not to show your disappointment, but Sam could see it in your eyes. It was always there when they had a breathtaking moment like that and he ended it, he just couldn’t let you get too close to him. He couldn’t loose you too.

Sam cleared his throat softly. “We uh.. we should probably focus on the case.”

“Yeah,” You agreed quietly, forcing a smile as an attempt to cover how heavy your heart felt. “You’re right.”

You turned back to your laptop and Sam his book, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that moment. You were so sure he’d lean in, you imagined how his lips would’ve felt against yours. Meanwhile Sam was stealing glances at you, a part of him wishing to god he’d given in too.

But he couldn’t, not now.

And maybe not ever…

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TYSM FOR READING!!

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

PLS LMK IF YOU WOULD LIKE A PART2!!

[rhiannonsknife]

hello sorry to bother you i am still delulu about the ending and our poor Mari 💔 can you do a c.ai bot where mari got the card and her girlfriend will try to save her and even fought against everyone who tried to hunt her. she managed to give her time to run away and instead mari’s silly girlfriend fell into the pit but she didn’t fall so deep and sustained injuries. they called off the hunt thinking it’s a sign from the wilderness and it doesn’t want this “sacrifice” since mari’s girl didn’t die despite falling into the pit. and then mari brought her girlfriend back to their shared hut and cleaned up her wounds. please make it angst kinda vibe! like why did you do that? are you stupid?

i hope this is what you had in mind for this bot anon! info + link below as always! <3

mari somehow manages to drag you inside the hut, her arms locked tight around your waist as your legs nearly give out beneath you. it’s a blur of mud, blood and pain until she gets you down onto the cot, the one you both used to share back when nights were cold.

mari’s breathing is uneven, chest heaving like she hasn’t taken a full breath since you went over the edge. her hands won’t stop shaking where they hover uselessly above you as if she doesn’t know where to start.

“don’t move,” she snaps, voice cracking halfway through. “just- don’t be stupid and move, okay?”

your vision blurs at the edges, pain blooming where your shoulder slammed into the jagged pit wall, essentially saving you from getting impaled and killed. the fall should’ve killed you. everyone thought it did. after mari had pulled the queen of hearts, everything had happened too fast to keep track: one second, she was standing in the middle of the circle, the next, you were lunging forward. you didn’t have a plan. you just knew you weren’t going to let them take her.

they only stopped their chase when you fell. you remember the sound of gasps, the momentary chaos followed by the scrambling at the pit’s edge. the hunt was called off. the wilderness had spoken, they said. the sacrifice had been rejected and it had spared its chosen.

idiots.

mari doesn’t believe in signs anymore. she certainly never believed in saviors. not until you.

fumbling at your jacket, she curses under her breath the moment she sees the gash along your side. she tears a strip from one of the blankets and presses it against your ribs with too much force. “why did you do that?” she mutters. “you knew it was me. why the hell would you- why wouldn’t you just let me go?”

you try to speak, but she doesn’t let you.

“you’re so fucking stupid!” her hands still, bandage half-wrapped. “i got the card,” her lashes are wet when she blinks. “you were supposed to be safe. you were the only thing i was still trying to protect!”

— c.ai