as stated in my pinned post, i’ve been trying to steer away from creating c.ai bots. and it hasn’t been working. it feels like no matter what i do, i keep coming back to using the app. it’s honestly doing me more harm than good to use it. everytime i feel any sort of emotion i go straight to c.ai– it doesn’t even matter what emotion it is. whether i’m sad or happy, the feeling that i “need” to use it is always there. it brings me a sense of comfort and i hate that. It also steals time away from hobbies that i used to do and has made me more distracted too.
so for the sake of my wellbeing, i’ve decided to quit.
by quit i mean that i’ll just stop making c.ai bots but will still continue to interact (love you all sm) with everyone and write blurbs/oneshots. i’m not disappearing 😭
with that being said, i will also say that i don’t think i can just quit in one day. so for the sake of my mental health…
i will be taking 15 bot requests and will span them through the rest of september and into october, possibly even into early november depending on how busy i am with school. my requests will be open for two and a half days starting now, meaning they’ll close friday night!! if i don’t get 15 requests by then i’ll just do however many were sent in by that time. holiday requests will be taken!!
please make sure to include the character, year, and situation when requesting bots (along with any pictures, songs, show references, etc if you want)!! i’ve had a couple requests come in that have been super vague so please give me details!! i’ll be picking the requests by numbering all of them and putting them into a random number generator so that every request has an equal chance. i will only be accepting requests that give me details, vague ones will not be accepted.
I have two pending requests right now (mafiarry and 2015 zayn) so those will be done as well!!
requests can be sent in through my inbox or through the google form linked here (it doesn't collect your email) and you can join my taglist to be notified every time i release a bot/blurb by interacting with the post linked here!!
Oh boy this is going to have a bunch of clichés, but my favorite clichés. Let's go! Also not historically accurate at all, but I’m sure it’s fine.
“How could you have been so stupid?” Arthur hissed, pulling tighter at Ludwig’s bandages.
“Ow!” Ludwig said through gritted teeth, “Too tight.”
“Maybe if you didn’t wander into No Man’s Land we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
Ludwig’s face hardened. “Orders are orders. Plus...We can’t die so I was the best man for the job.”
“You and your stupid orders. Have some self preservation will you.” Arthur could already hear the mocking words of Francis:
‘Like you’re so self preserving.’ He was getting better at that. That was what mattered, and he wouldn’t let Ludwig go down the same path. He continued to tend to the German’s wounds, though more gently this time.
“There,” Arthur sighed. He began putting the extra medical supplies back in their cases.
“Why are you helping me?” Ludwig asked bitterly.
Why couldn’t this brat be grateful? He had pulled all the strings to get Ludwig the best care and now he was being interrogated? “From the kindness of my heart,” Arthur huffed.
“You don’t seem liked the type.”
“Excuse me?”
Ludwig stared directly into his eyes. Cold blue pierced into Arthur’s soul, leaving him wide open. Arthur’s cheeks heated up. “Fine,” Arthur shouted, “I may like you a tad okay?”
Ludwig’s stern expression melted into one of flushed cheeks and wide eyes. The mask of the stoic soldier had slipped and Arthur was reminded of why he had fallen for Ludwig in the first place. Loyal, easily-flustered, all around adorable despite the tough exterior.
Arthur’s gaze softened, hand coming to touch Ludwig’s cheek. The German flinched and Arthur pulled away, only for Ludwig to grab his hand moments later and putting it back. “Sorry...” Ludwig murmured, “I-I was just surprised...Um...”
“I-It’s okay. I jumped the gun a little and should have asked.” Arthur grazed his thumb across the warm skin. “When all this is over, maybe we could...”
“Go out?”
Arthur smiled slightly. “Yes.”
“I’d like that.”
The two stared at each other for a moment, before Arthur pulled away with an awkward cough. “W-Well...With everything settled you should get some rest.”
Ludwig gave a small smirk, but agreed. Arthur stayed beside him until Ludwig fell asleep.
Summary: Reader is the 6th member of One Direction and has been in love with Harry since the band started. They’re watching him and Kendall, who are all over each other at a bar, and it makes memories that the reader has bottled up come to the surface.
Warnings: angst, fluff, mild language.
Author's note: This is my first ever blurb that I'm posting and it's pretty short so bear with me (you can give me feedback too if you would like) 😭 Feel free to request blurbs and bots through my inbox or through the google form on my pinned post! I'm also always free to chat as well 💕
Word count: 1,211
I wish I were Kendall. You found yourself thinking about that a lot. The stupid phrase echoing in your head constantly, almost taunting you. Well, you like to tell yourself that your mind is taunting you, but it doesn't change the fact that you can still hear those sickly, begrudging words ringing through your head.
The phrase has slithered into your mind at the current moment, like always. This time it is somehow worse than all the other countless times it has. This time is different because you’re actually staring at the woman you envy so much.
It stirs up something inside of you, something that’s entirely out of character, actually. You’re not one to be jealous of anyone, not really. It causes this situation to sting even more if possible, that fiery burn bubbling in your chest is hurting enough to almost be concerning. You idly drum your fingers along the wood of the bar counter, your legs swinging back and forth and occasionally bumping back into the barstool that you’re perched on.
Kendall is sitting on a man’s lap, but not just any man. Your man– at least you’d like to imagine such a thing. Harry’s got both of his hands settled on her hips, looking down at her like she’s an angel that’s fallen from heaven. Her silky dark brown locks of hair flow down her back, the sleek strands reflecting in the light. Her caramel skin is somehow radiant in the dim lighting of the bar. Then there’s her body, her wonderful fucking body, and with every look over her you can see why Harry likes her so much.
You avert your gaze from the two, instead letting it focus on the bracelets on your wrist. You curtly pick up your beverage, a glass of water, because no alcoholic beverage can loosen you up when you’re in this state. The cold glass meets your lips and you take a sip, lipstick staining the edge of the glass. You set the glass back down, wiping the condensation that wet your hands onto your dress. You can’t help but let your vision wander over to Harry and Kendall again, though it’s not like it’s hard given that they are directly to the side of you.
You see Harry lips twitch into a smirk as he looks down at her, and suddenly your stomach hurts like hell. That singular action brings back so many memories, but it also feels like it might bring up your dinner from earlier too. It’s the one thing that makes you feel like your heart might explode, although many of his other features make you feel almost the same.
It’s the same memory that plays in your head all the time, almost like a broken record. It was about two years ago when the band had decided to go on a ski trip in Switzerland. You all had dressed warm, but after being out in the snow for hours on end, it still felt like every inch of you was burning with frostbite. Harry insisted on walking you back to the cabin, a gesture that makes you smile just thinking about it. When you two finally made it back inside, he helped you remove your winter clothes, since you quite frankly didn’t have the greatest range of motion with the amount of layers you had on.
As Harry was taking off your scarf, your eyes met. His eyes were boring into yours, and you swear that you could see every single fleck of color in his eyes. There were pine trees and jade in them, but also home. Your vision had then flickered down to his lips, which was by far the biggest mistake you could’ve ever made. You saw Harry’s berry pink lips looking as plush as ever, knowing even in that moment that you’d never get a taste of them. Then you saw his head of brown curls, then his long nose, then his eyelashes, then the dimples that creased into his cheeks when he noticed you examining his face– and fuck you were falling hard.
You snap out of your daze, the record player in your head momentarily scratching to a pause. With the scene laid out in front of you however, you wish that you could still be reminiscing the bittersweet memories in your mind.
Kendall is mouthing at Harry’s neck, and he doesn't even try to stop it. Well, anyone would be crazy to tell a girl like her to stop. It feels like your intestines are knotting inside your abdomen, which makes you cross your arms over your stomach to try to ease the feeling. You see the way Harry’s hands knead into the flesh of her hips over her silk dress, and it honestly makes you squirm. Your stomach is suddenly your worst enemy and the burning in your chest has worsened- it feels like your whole body is aching. Your eyes begin to sting and your muscles tense up as you will yourself to remain stoic.
Your eyes narrow on the girl in Harry’s lap. It’s a mechanism you use to convince yourself that seeing them together doesn’t hurt you, that it only makes you bitter. Though you know that’s a complete lie. The sight makes you clamp your jaw shut tightly, wavering breaths going in and out of your now runny nose.
You see Harry lean forward, lips right by Kendall’s ear. He purrs something dirty in her ear, you can already tell. She seductively slides off of his lap, thin fingers grabbing the collar of his dress shirt before sauntering off with him in her clutch.
You remember the countless times you’ve stayed up all night thinking about Harry. You remember how every night, no doubt, you manage to cry into the pillows of whatever hotel you’re staying at. You remember how you also bring up a hand to cup your face on especially rough nights, imagining that it’s Harry’s calloused fingers wiping away your tears. God, you feel pathetic.
The current predicament makes your eyes twitch. It makes everything in you twitch, actually. You feel a tear run down the side of your face and down your chin, and then it drips down onto your dress. In one swift movement, you hop down from the barstool. In another few seconds, you grab your purse. You then decide to make a beeline for the door, keeping your head down as you do so.
The noise of the bar is too much. The clinking of glasses, the chatter of couples, everything just seems to ignite a bigger flame in you. Your feet carry you towards the exit faster, arms already outstretched to push open the door. The cool metal is a stark contrast to the reeling heat of blood that’s rushing through your fingers, a signal that it was most definitely a mistake to come here tonight.
The brisk night air envelopes you as soon as you step outside, which helps ground you somewhat. It grounds you enough for you to realize that you shouldn’t yearn for something that you’ll never get. That you also shouldn’t daydream about something that doesn’t exist.
But the air isn’t cold enough to make you stop yearning and daydreaming completely.
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౨ৎ Some artists i listen to: Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, ZAYN, One Direction, Djo, Arctic Monkeys, Clairo, Olivia Rodrigo, Lana Del Rey, Hozier, Billie Eilish, Chappell Roan, The Beatles, The White Stripes, and Fiona Apple.
