I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.
“You’re a disappointment to me.”
“I don’t care if you live or die.”
“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”
“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”
“Go. Just go.”
“If you come back, I won’t be here.”
“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”
“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”
“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”
“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”
“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”
“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”
“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”
“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”
“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
“I don’t care.”
“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”
“You’re such a piece of shit.”
“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”
“You’re so stupid.”
“Why do I waste my time with you?”
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”
“I deserve so much better.”
“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”
“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”
“I never want to see you again.”
“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”
“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”
“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”
“I wish you were never born.”
“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”
“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”
“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”
“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”
“I don’t know what they see in you.”
“You’re an embarrassment to me.”
“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”
“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”
“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”
“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”
“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”
“How can you even live with yourself?”
“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”
“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”
“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”
“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”
“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”
“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”
“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”
“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”
“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”
“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”
“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”
“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”
“Stop making me look bad.”
“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”
“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”
“Go play in traffic.”
“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”
“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”
“I can’t even look at you right now.”
“It was all a lie.”
“I never loved you, and I never will.”
“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”
“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”
“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”
“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”
“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”
“You’re everything I hate in a person.”
“I wish you were dead.”
“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”
“What a sad sack of shit you are.”
“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”
“How could you? You bastard!”
“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”
“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”
“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”
“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”
“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”
“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”
“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”
“I can’t stand people like you.”
“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”
“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”
“I can’t wait to dance on your grave.”
“If we were the last two people on earth, I’d be subtracting one.”
“I never want to see the likes of your filth around here again.”
“I’m disgusted by you.”
“If I ever see you again, it will be far too soon.”
a concept: bellamy blake watching clarke as she sleep against his chest with a soft smile on his face. he gently runs his fingers through her hair and then kisses her forehead before pulling her closer and falling asleep.
Imagine the first few weeks on the Ark, Bellamy’s working with Raven or Monty trying to setting things up. And they ask him a question, or bounce an idea off him, and his first reaction is to look to his right, to see what Clarke says. Because it’s a reflex he doesn’t even think about. It’s just what they do. They’d always turn to each other.
Only this time she’s not there and it hits him all over again that the space next to him is empty and she’s never going to be there again. He really has to do this without her from now on.
So this is the first fanfiction I’ve put on Tumblr, and I want to say I hope you like it… but after you read it, I doubt you will…
This is my idea of what could happen if things go horribly wrong for Aelin, so be prepared.
I would like to thank my sister @misspatsyjanereads for being my editor (it pays to have a sister in publishing)!
“If only you had just done what I asked Aelin- you could have lived. You could have lived a thousand years; and I would have eventually brought your mate to you- if he survived Erawan’s attack of course.”
Aelin was on the cold stone floor, her breathing heavy, blood dripping from her nose; surrounding her were the cadre- or what was left of it. Fenrys, Connell and Vaughan were positioned around Maeve, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons. Cairn stood directly next to Aelin, a whip gripped tightly in his left hand. Aelin had nowhere to go, she had nowhere to run; the months trapped in irons had left her magic almost useless, and any hopes of Rowan finding her had long vanished. Her heart was heavy with grief- not just for herself, but for her cousin who despite all odds had found her, for her friend who had deserved so much more than the hand she had been dealt, and for Rowan, her mate, who loved her through all the bad times, who walked the dark path with her back to the light. Choking back a sob, Aelin raised her head to look at Maeve.
“Even when you know you’re about to die you continue to try and fight. Why bother? No one is going to save you.” Maeve continued forward, until she was standing right in front of Aelin. “Although, they did try.” This earnt a chuckle from Cairn and Aelin tried to hide her discomfort. “it was actually a very valiant attempt, Prince Rowan made it past the gates and into these walls,” a laugh from Maeve this time, “it was very impressive. He was so close to you Aelin, he was so close to freeing you, yet so far away.”
Aelin couldn’t help the tears that fell, Rowan had been here, he had tried to save her.
“Fenrys, if you would be so kind as to fetch our guest.” Maeve circled around Aelin, gently brushing her hand over shoulders as she passed. “You see, we couldn’t exactly let him go. I thought we could have a little fun whilst the two of you are here together.”
At that moment, Fenrys returned. Behind him, dressed in a loose tunic and pants, was Rowan. As if there was some invisible force, Rowan’s eyes immediately went to Aelin, who was now struggling against the restraints, tears leaking out her eyes, Rowan surged forward, trying to get to her, his eyes wide in panic.
“Now, now Rowan. We don’t want to be too eager,” Maeve had returned to her throne, her crimson dress spread around her on the floor, “I think it’s time to begin the games… Don’t you think Cairn?”
“It would be a pleasure my Queen.” Cairn’s rough voice echoed around the throne room, his next movements were quick- he grabbed Aelin by the hair, pulling her upwards into a standing position.
“Touch her again bastard and I will kill you.” Rowan growled at Cairn, straining against Fenrys’ hold. The iron in the chains suppressing his magic, stopping him from carrying out his threat then and there.
“Touch her like this?” Cairn grabbed Aelin’s face and yanked it towards his, licking her jawline slowly, all the while having his eyes trained on Rowan. Aelin was too weak to try and pull away, but her disgust was written all over her face. Cairn laughed and shoved Aelin back onto the floor, her knees cracking as they hit the stone. “Don’t worry your pretty face Rowan, I don’t like used goods anyway.”
Maeve ignored Rowan’s shout of anger and directed her attention to Aelin. “This may bring back some fond memories for you. If you would be so kind as to remove your shirt, we’re going to give Rowan a little demonstration of what happened on the beach that day.”
“Go to hell.” Aelin spat at Maeve.
“Cairn, as she is unwilling to cooperate you’ll have to help her.”
Cairn didn’t waste time, he removed his dagger and tore through Aelin’s shirt, purposely grazing her skin as he did. A cool breeze, courtesy of Rowan, blew through the room, caressing her bare torso- her gaze turned to her mate, who was already staring at her, their eyes locked and neither would look away; not even when Cairn raised the whip to make the first strike.
“Aelin, you remember how this works, you’ll count, and if you fail to do so, Cairn here will start again.”
Rowan tried to shake off the hold that Fenrys had on him, his eyes were watching Aelin, watching the way she was letting the tears roll down her cheeks, the way she didn’t fight or flinch when the first hit of the whip came down on her. She was giving up.
“What number was that Aelin?”
Aelin remained silent, she refused to play Maeve’s games, she refused to even acknowledge the pain. All she did was stare at Rowan, silently praying to Mala that he would get out of here alive.
The whip descended to Aelin’s back, the silence broken momentarily.
Aelin still refused to say a word.
“Stop this Maeve. You’ve had your fun with her, let her go. Please.” Rowan had stopped resisting Fenrys, his eyes teeming with sadness and anger, he couldn’t watch his Fireheart be tortured, not like this, not after everything she had been through. “I beg you Maeve, I will do anything you want, just please don’t hurt her.”
A cruel, wicked smile spread across the queen’s face. She did not say a word, instead just held her hand up, signalling for Cairn to step away.
“You’ve gone soft Rowan, I expected better of you. You certainly are not the warrior you used to be.” Maeve rose from the dais, coming to a halt in front of Rowan and Fenrys. “Let him go to his mate Fenrys. I suppose I shall let him say goodbye.”
Without another word, Rowan tore away from Fenrys and straight to Aelin. He got to one knee and gently pulled her away from Cairn who had backed up a few steps. Rowan cradled Aelin in his arms, kissing her head, whispering he loved her. It was hard to distinguish whose tears were who’s. Aelin was gripping Rowan’s shirt as tight as she could, taking in the smell of pine and snow, the smell of home.
Neither one let go, Rowan had sunk down to both knees, holding Aelin close to his chest, their hearts beating together.
“I want you to know Rowan, that I love you, I will always love you. I want you to know that every moment spent with you I will cherish; I will never forget you. You made me want to live,” Aelin barely choked out the last word before more tears fell, “you made me want to live, and I will be forever grateful for the time I got with you.”
“Aelin you are not going anywhere; do you hear me? We are going to get out of here alive, and we’re going to have those thousand years together. You are not leaving me.” He wiped the tears from his own face, and held Aelin closer.
“Look after Terrasen for me-”
“It’s okay Rowan, I’m ready. You don’t need to be scared for me, I’ll be okay, I promise.”
“But I don’t think I will be. Aelin I can’t live without you. I-I can’t lose another mate, please fight, please stay with me.”
Aelin brought her hand up to Rowan’s face, cupping it and gently stroking her thumb along his soft cheek.
“Look after Terrasen for me; and tell the others that I couldn’t have asked for a better family.”
“Please don’t do this Aelin. Don’t you dare give up!”
The whipping had reopened old wounds that hadn’t been able to heal, her body was slowly giving up on her- the iron had stopped any healing from happening. She’d known from the moment she stepped foot in that room that that was when she was going to die. And dying in the arms of someone she loved didn’t seem like a bad way to go.
“Get out of here alive Rowan, find the others and win this war. Go rattle the stars.”
And as she gazed into Rowan’s eyes for the last time, she wondered what her life would have been if she had been dealt a different hand. Maybe she would have met Rowan in different circumstances, and they could have fallen in love and lived happily, maybe she would have been able to experience life without war and bloodshed.
She gave a weak smile, and dropped her hand from his face. She took in his features one last time, before shutting her eyes and repeating the one phrase that would help her through anything.
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and she would not be afraid.
“No! I don’t really feel well and I’d like to just stay in.”
“But, it’s your birthday! Come on, I’m sure you’ll feel better once we’re out and you have a couple drinks.”
“I just want to stay here! Damn. It’s not a special birthday anyway. That was last year!”
She flips her hair off of her shoulder and turns away from me, looking back at the TV. Her patience is wearing thin and I know it’s because she hasn’t heard from her family yet. I give in, knowing she won’t let herself have a good time if I force her to go, which I probably can’t do anyway.
“Fine, well what would you like for dinner?”
“Order Chinese or something.”
She waves her hand at me and pretends to be enthralled in the cat food commercial on the telly. I walk over and stand right in front of her, crouching down so that I’m blocking the TV and am at
eye levee with her.
“Y/n, they’ll call.”
She rolls her eyes and finally presses the power button on the clicker.
“I don’t think so, Harry. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but they won’t fucking call.”
She stands up and I follow her actions. I place my hands on her arms, holding her in place so that she doesn’t walk away from me.
“Hey, it’s alright. Don’t let them ruin your birthday! I’m here and I want you to enjoy the day!”
She tries to stop the grin forming on her face and I smile brightly at her. She stands up straight, her lips stopping right at my chin. She’s tall for a girl and is at the perfect height for me to kiss her easily. I wrap my arms around her waist and she rests her arm lightly around my shoulders. Her grin turns into a toothy smile and I kiss her upper lip, feeling her teeth against me as well. She kisses back, sucking on my lower lip and pulling me closer to her. I pull away reluctantly, knowing we’ll never leave the bed otherwise, which I wouldn’t complain about, but it is her birthday.
“Are you hungry? What do you want to do?”
She hungrily pulls me back to her, grinding her hips into mine in a rough, steady rhythm. I slip my tongue between her lips, earning a soft whimper from her. I push her toward the kitchen and press her back against the wall, resting my hands on either side of her head on the wall. This position gives me easier range in rolling my body against hers. She tugs on the waist band of my pants, making my movement more harsh and determined. I attack her lips with mine, pulling her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it sharply before nibbling on her bottom lip and pulling away.
“Let’s at least make this interesting, love.”
She grins and makes her body go limp, proving to me that I have full control. I smile deviously and immediately know what I would like to try. I lean over and wrap my arms around her thighs, tossing her over my shoulder and carrying her across the room to the dining table. I set her bottom down and hold her around her waist, kissing her again. I run my fingers down her back and pull on the brim of her top, pulling it over her head and throwing it behind me. I bring my hands to her chest, squeezing her full breasts skillfully through her bra. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me closer to her as I reach around and unhook her bra. As it falls to the floor between us, I kick it aside and bring my mouth to her chest, running my lips across her, feeling her nipples harden, one at a time as my tongues swirls over them. I push her down so that she is laying on her back and she scoots up on the table. She seductively grips her own breasts, making me hard instantly. I reach back and pull my own shirt over my head and tossing it aside. I run my palms down her stomach, and place them on her curvy hips. I impatiently unbutton her jeans, tugging them down roughly as they cling to her. Once they are off, I lean down and graze my tongue up both of her thighs, looking up at her and getting a great view of her chest. I reach her core and pull her panties aside, pressing my lips against her, surprising her with my warm tongue. She tastes so fucking good and I start to suck on her clit, rolling my tongue around as she presses her back against the table and bucks her hips up.
“Shit, Harry. Please, just fuck me hard.”
I kiss her sex and bring myself up, pulling her by her hips so that her ass is at the end of the table. I pull her underwear down and let them drop to the ground before undoing my pants and pulling them down along with my boxers. She spreads her legs slightly, but I lift one so that it is draped over my shoulder, the other wrapping around my hip. I hold her waist with one hand and guide my length to her entrance with the other. I slowly slide inside her and groan in pleasure at her tightness. She continues to massage her breasts and the sight is flawless. After giving her the chance to adjust, I pull back and thrust back in, quickly falling into a rhythm. I bring one hand up to her mouth and place a finger between her lips. She sucks harshly on it and I feel her soft tongue run over it.
“Lift your hips a little.”
I grunt and pull my hand back from her mouth, placing it back on her hip to balance us both. She lifts her hips up and screams at the extreme delight that must be running through her veins. I roughly push into her, able to go deeper at the new position. Her hands slap onto the table, gripping onto the edges as she slides up and down against the soft wood. I grip the thigh of the leg that is over my shoulder and pound into her again and again. I reach down with my other hand and rub circles around her clit, causing her to convulse and moan powerfully.
“Dammit, Harry. So… Fucking… HOT!”
She pants and yells between words, incapable of controlling herself. I lose my thoughts as she moves around me, causing me to groan and growl deeply. I feel myself nearing my climax as we both grunt in unison with each thrust. I look at her and catch her bright blue eyes and she bites her bottom lip sensually.
“I’m close, Y/N!”
I thrust into her rapidly and hit my high gloriously and we come together intensely, unintelligible screams and moans escaping both of our mouths. I slow down and eventually stop, pulling out and releasing her legs. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up so that she is sitting up again. I kiss her and she rests her forehead on my shoulder.
“Okay, now I’m really hungry. That was fantastic, Harry. Have you been reading Cosmo again?”
She rolls her eyes, but I know she loves it.
“Perhaps. Any complaints?”
She drags each syllable out and I know she just had the best orgasm of her life.