#Selfish Love

[redbloodstar]

I wanna draw these lil bastards more

[br0nzefox]

I feel like Hannibal is a show for people in love with love. In love with the very idea of love. Of all consuming love. Of love so selfish it becomes selfless.

You know how people say “if you love someone, let them go”? Well Hannibal’s love was not like that. Hannibal was not like that.

Hannibal was selfish, and he loved selfishly. And yet he sacrificed what he valued most - his freedom - for just the chance to see Will again. Hannibal was so selfish in his love he turned selfless.

He loved too much to let Will go.

And Will who has always been selfless, sacrificing every piece of himself to save other people’s lives loved selfishly. He abandoned his old family. He abandoned his suit of morality. He broke Hannibal out of prison. And he did so because he wanted to. Will loved so selflessly he turned selfish.

He loved too much to let Hannibal go.

Their love for each other is pain and agony, and yearning and greed. To have each other. To possess each other. To consume each other.

To destroy and be destroyed by the other. And to rebuild and be rebuilt by the other.

We are constantly told stories of selfless love and self sacrifice.

But this was a story of raw love, of hungry love, of selfish love. Of love as untamed as a wild beast. This was the story of love in its purest form, most undiluted form, most honest form. Of love that burns and consumes everything in its wake. This was a story of love.

[asamitaka2003]

"You can call me selfish cause most of the things I do, are for myself."

- By liking this post it makes you selfish too.

[painterlad71]

the difference between linton and heathcliff is that linton is content with walking to catherine's grave and heathcliff has to dig her up.

[shubaka]

for old times' sake :')

[selenagomezz]

By Unknown for Selfish Love - 2021

[motsenvractmblr]

*An excerpt from our love story that exists only in my imagination*

Dear Kristian.

As a sort of love, I'd be the one who enjoys watching your features while you're sleeping, tracing the soft lines of your face with my eyes, memorizing the way your lips curl into the faintest smile even in dreams. I'd be the first one to kiss you in the morning, gently brushing my lips against yours, waking you with a tender touch that speaks of my endless devotion. _"I’d be the one who enjoys gazing at those beautiful eyes of yours"._ I'd be the one to enjoy being your partner in everything, the one who walks beside you through the mundane and the magical, finding joy in simply being by your side.

I'd cherish the moments when we’d laugh together over the smallest things, our shared glances becoming secret codes only we understand. I'd love the way your hand feels in mine, a perfect fit, as if the universe conspired to bring us together. I'd enjoy doing and sharing every detail in my day with you, from the first sip of coffee in the morning to the quiet moments before sleep, where our conversations would weave together the fabric of our life.

I’d take delight in the little things—like the way you absentmindedly hum your favourite tune or the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. And in the silent moments, when words are no longer needed, I’d hold you close, feeling the steady rhythm of your heartbeat as if it were the only sound that mattered in the world.

In this imagined love story, I'd be yours completely, giving you all of me, not because I have to, but because I want to, because loving you would be the greatest joy of my life. And in my dreams, I'd hope that somehow, in some way, you'd feel the same, that this love, though it exists only in my imagination, would one day find its way into reality, where we could live out this story together, forever entwined in each other's hearts.

Dear blue kris,

I love you. I'm deeply in love with your eyes; they hold the entire universe within them, and every time I look into them, I lose myself. I want to keep you away from the eyes of the world, to shelter you from anything that might take you away from me. I'd take you away from everyone, hide you away in a place where only we exist, just to keep you mine, just to ensure that nothing ever comes between us. You are my everything, and all I want is to you. Kristian. 💙

- By: mots en vrac / H.H.B -

[abyssofanart]

[sinxerlyri]

They say to love is to be free. But, what if to let go is to be free. For when you love, you are held back and compromised by your circumstances.

_ Raconteur's Muse

[p1325]

[redbloodstar]

I swear Ozzy would fuck up someone if he wanted to (also for Thrax <3)

[starsetvie]

I love you

But selfishly.

Even in loving you, I love myself more.

[from6yearstosingle]

Red flag…. Selfish sexting… if they only want to know what naughty things you would do to them, they are probably going to be a selfish lover.

#selfishlover #sexting #redflag

[whythescorpionstungthefrog]

One day, they'll look back and wonder how they missed all the signs. They'll be angry that you are gone, but won't want to take responsibility for always finding an excuse to not listen. They'll blame you for leaving despite knowing they failed to ask you to stay. They'll slowly, over time, begin to recognize all the moments you reached out only to be brushed aside. They'll make excuses, tell themselves you didn't try hard enough, that you made the decision, not them. But deep inside They'll know that they ignored every call, only text because they were too busy, just forgot to call back, didn't think it was that important.

Then, one day, they will forget you are gone and try to reach out. But then, when they realize you are no longer there, it will hit like a sledgehammer. It'll be at that moment that they see how you were always there when they were in need. How you always called just to see how they were or just to listen to them vent. How no matter what time, where you were or how long the conversation lasted... you were always there. Then when you needed someone to talk you off that ledge because life just got to be too much... they just turned away so they didn't have to witness you fall. That's the moment when they get to see what they lost in the silence.

[potatomountain]

ahhh this was a great first chapter Felix!! I love how you emphasized the fear others have over Hongjoong, and definitely a rollercoaster of emotions for yn!

calling the dad "dickweed" definitely sent me so the touch of humor was fantastic, a nice balance :3 and i know this wasn't intentional but every time i read "'alas" it felt a bit whimsical and i liked it!

excited for the next chapter! and how the others react to her one by one!

| 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 | Chapter One

Mafia!Ot8!Ateez x Female!Reader

Summary: After losing everything through gambling, your father's debts to the Ateez Mafia have resulted in you becoming their property. With no other family left, you are now at the mercy of these dangerous criminals due to your father's reckless actions.

Warnings for this chapter: Slight Parental Abuse, kidnapping, mental breakdown, MDNI

My Thankful Help: @potatomountain @kitten4sannie @rems-writing

WC: 1.7k

AU: Mafia

Nets: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

AN: This chapter is under 2k because as I said, the first chapter would be short.

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“Dad, please, this is all I have left!” Y/N’s dad didn’t care, he snatched the few bills she clenched in her palms, then shoved her to the floor.

“I don’t care. I need it more, you brat.”

Her father left her on the cold hard floor without another thought as he exited her home.

This all started five years ago, when her mother died and her father became a huge gambling addict. Every bit of death insurance money that was left for their daughter was stolen by the father for excessive spending.

Whatever, his ass can forget it.

Y/N had to return to work if she wanted to keep her home, rent and bills were definitely no joke. With a sigh and groan, she grabbed her apron and hat. As much as she hated her customers, she had a good job. It paid well and gave her a nice home: small, but nice. The best part is that it’s away from her fathers run down house.

Oh the family home..it used to be so beautiful. Y/N’s mother always kept it so extravagant and beautiful, her father actually built it for her mother. Alas, once she died, Y/N’s dad let it fall into disrepair. Holes in the floor, broken windows, no working appliances. It truly was just, not hospitable in any way shape or form.

The walk to the car was miserable, with her pockets robbed of the last cash she had, her bank account stripped clean of its currency. Y/N hated her father in these final minutes to her car, “Piece of shit, hate his ass.”

Her car struggled to start, pissing her off even more. Her hands smacked against the steering wheel and she let out an agonizing scream. Tears streamed down her face that signified her further frustration. Why? Why not was her life like this? Y/N stepped out of her car with a slam of the door. Bus transposition it is. She could only count on the money she made tonight to make it back home. Her bus card only had enough for one ride.

Y/N grabbed her coat before heading back outside to the bus station, it better not be packed. Her day was already shitty and she didn’t need to be jostled around by people on the way to work.

The moment she stepped onto the bus and scanned her card, only then could she breathe a sigh of relief. There was no one on the bus which gave her momentary tranquility. A peaceful silence if you must.

After the jostling bus ride and arriving to work, Y/N prepared for a long day ahead of her. Hopefully having no shitty customers and ending the day with a good pay.

She needs it.

About six hours later, she was clocked out of work with some cash in her pocket, she had made about one hundred and twenty four dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get her home and maybe something ordered to eat. Tomorrow's payment would have to go to rent no matter what. She absolutely cannot afford to be homeless.

It had turned dark outside on the way home which she didn’t mind but alas, men. She never had to worry about that but she still worried regardless.

With her home in sight, she let out another sigh of relief and stepped inside. Why was it so dark? She knows she left the lights on. She was sure she left them on. Y/N was about to bolt when hands grabbed her and the lights turned on.

Three men resided in her home entrance and she panicked, “Who the hell are you people and why are you in my home?” She tried her hardest to break away from the man’s hold, she couldn’t see what they looked like and that scared her.

A short one with orange hair pushed himself off the couch with a frown, “You’re not Mark..” His face grew cold, “Might I ask who you are instead?”

Y/N could only scowl before giving in, “I’m his daughter. What do you want with my father?”

“Well, you see, he owes us a hefty bit of money. He listed this place as his home but he’s not here. Do you know where he is?” He came face to face with the girl as he scanned her body up and down. Quite the specimen indeed, he thought.

Y/N shook her head, “Why the hell would I know where that deadbeat is? He’s nothing but trouble and continues to steal my money.”

This made the man laugh, the others stiffening.

“Oh, yeah, sounds just like him.” He thought for a moment before nodding to himself, “Well, guess we’re gonna have to take you instead! Maybe we can lure him out with you.”

Before she could protest and scream for help, something was bashed against her head and she fell to the floor in a blackout.

Time flew by quickly.

The moment she woke up, she realized she was in a cell, her body wrapped in a tight rope and her legs barred together tightly.

Y/N began to cry, of course her father would get her in this situation. What a dickweed.

A light quickly flashed into the dark room, someone stepped in.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” The voice was monotone, “Captain wants to see you.” The sounds of keys jingling rattled her ears, swearing she had a concussion.

She was quickly yanked up and taken outside of the cell, “Do not attempt to flee, I will just shove you back in there with nothing to eat.”

Y/N gave in and let him take her upstairs. She was astonished by his beauty once they reached the light. No, no, do not think that way, she thought to herself. She was kidnapped.

She was taken to a room that was secluded from the rest, chandeliers lining the hallway as she walked, well, was forced down. Still, a beautiful place that astonished her.

Once she was shoved into the room and the door slammed behind her, only then could she look up from where she fell.

The other man stood up from his seat and helped her stand up, “I told you to be gentle, Jongho. Follow my orders next time or you know damn well what happens.”

“Yes, Hongjoong, sir, I’m sorry.” The voice spoke from behind the girl.

This guy was the boss?

“I’m Hongjoong, I’m the leader of ateez and you’re in our home. You can thank your father for that.” Hongjoong gently brought Y/N to a seat and sat her down, sending shivers down her spine.

“What do I have to do with my father? He’s not going to rescue me. He only cares about his money.” He didn’t like those words but quickly gathered his cool.

“No matter, fathers always come back if they want to escape our wrath.” Hongjoong cleared his throat before he stood up once more, “You’ll be staying with us until he makes an appearance or pays us back.”

She knew neither was going to happen. She’d be stuck here forever until the day she died.

Tears lined her eyes as she tried to fight them back, “Then you should just kill me.”

Hongjoong laughed in such a maniacal way that it scared Y/N, “I won’t be doing that either, you’re too pretty to kill. I like you.” He wasn’t sending any red flags but still, he scared Y/N.

“Fine.”

“Good girl. Jongho, take her to the room I had prepared and have the maids clean her up and feed her.” With a wave of his hand, Y/N was back to being yanked around, “Be gentle, dammit!” His fist smacked against the desk and Jongho was frightened once more, being more careful than he had before.

When the two of them were out of sight, Jongho was harsh once again, “I don’t like you. I don’t see why Captain has such an interest in you, I would’ve just killed you if I was in his position.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, she was too scared, too afraid to die in all honesty. She could only wonder what would happen to her home, her job, everything she had. Would she just be reported as missing? What would happen? Would anyone even care?

“You’ll be staying in here.” She was shoved into a room once again but maids rushed to her this time, helping her to the bed, almost as if they were also afraid of Hongjoong.

She didn’t blame them.

Y/N didn’t even fight back, she let them undress her, too hollow of shell at the moment. They led her to a prepared bath, it was..big. Too big.

They helped her inside and began washing her body before she shouted, “I can do it myself, thank you.” The maids didn’t scamper off unfortunately.

“We’re so sorry, but Mr Kim wants us doing this. We have to.” They spoke with such a frightening tone, almost as if they were gonna get their heads chopped off on a stand.

They scrubbed her body with such ease and care, not wanting to hurt the girl. Too scared to do so. Then again, they haven’t had another girl in the house in so long. It was nice.

Once they were done, they had her step out, drying and dressing her in a gown. Something she normally would never wear, alas she has no choice unfortunately. If this is what the man wanted her to wear then so be it.

The several maids took their leave for a moment and Y/N took that as her chance to escape. She bolted out of the bathroom, out of the room, then into the hallway. Her heavy breaths carried her in a panic, but what she didn’t expect was to run in a hard chest.

Y/N screamed in defeat as they grabbed her tight. She recognized the hold as the person who captured her home.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” The voice snickered in such a mimicking tone, “Mm, captain is gonna love to hear about this.”

Y/N stared up into his eyes, yet another beautiful man and this one was definitely tall.

“You do look delicious.” However, he shrugged and dragged her back into the room, “I’m Mingi, though, next time you try to escape, I won’t be so lenient.” The door was slammed as Mingi left her in the cold and dark room once more.

Y/N could only cry as she came to the conclusion she was never leaving this place.

Ever.

[ss-prose-poetry]

Some Sunday From Now

I imagine us on the phone,

Or maybe under the same blanket.

I wish for us to be close

When it happens,

Even if that does not mean proximity.

Some Sunday afternoon,

Far from now,

I hope to finally

Spill my guts to you

And not have to clean them up.

I picture

Violently writing my confession to you

In my blood

On our kitchen floor,

Or into a letter I’ll bravely hand deliver

With chocolates

Or whatever your favorite dessert is that month.

I’ll finally let you in

Whether you hold my heart or not.

Truth be told,

I’ve only kept it in place

By tangling myself up—

Landlines, sticky notes,

And leftover embroidery thread

From projects we bought

For a rainy Sunday afternoon

So long ago.

Some Sunday from now,

Will you sit with me again

And hear me right

When I tear the words from my cowardice?

When I rip them from my throat?

I love you.

I always loved you.

I said I was just a broken thing

And never felt things right,

But it’s okay,

Because I loved you on sight.

You don’t even have to stitch me up:

I love you.

You don’t have to write me back:

I love you.

You don’t have to bring me gifts

Or cotton

Or glass:

I love you.

Even if it makes a mess of me,

Like pulling the dandelion from the sidewalk,

I love you.

Some Sunday when I am stronger than I am now,

Let me be cradled in admonition,

Let me confess this to you:

I love you.

You don’t even have to fix me up over it;

I’m used to it by now.

It would just be nice to tell you

So I can learn to keep it together.

On some selfish Sunday,

Be my priestess and not my doctor;

I will pour myself out

And you don’t even have to sip:

I love you.

I have always loved you.

It may be the one good thing I did.

- Saltgrave