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Yandere!Levi x Yandere!Reader - Behind The CurtainWarning trigger: Suicide
You lay panting in bed, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead after another intense make-out session with Levi, your boyfriend of five years. The equally heated body by your side rolled off the bed, clicking his tongue in disapproval at the damp bedsheets underneath the two of you.
“Get your ass off the bed, (F/N),” he growled at your prone figure.
You mumbled a soft ‘Later’ as you always did, reluctant to lift yourself up from the comfort of the bed. With a small sigh, Levi walked to the shower. Soon, you could hear the soft pinging of water hitting the white tiles in the shower – the constant sound annoying you to no end. You could never understand Levi’s obsession with hygiene, especially when he turned what could be a romantic moment into dull work.
The sound of the shower tap turning off interrupted your thoughts and you hurriedly shut your eyes before he came back. In a few seconds, you heard footsteps appro   Yandere!Levi x Yandere!Reader - Behind The CurtainWarning trigger: Suicide
You lay panting in bed, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead after another intense make-out session with Levi, your boyfriend of five years. The equally heated body by your side rolled off the bed, clicking his tongue in disapproval at the damp bedsheets underneath the two of you.
“Get your ass off the bed, (F/N),” he growled at your prone figure.
You mumbled a soft ‘Later’ as you always did, reluctant to lift yourself up from the comfort of the bed. With a small sigh, Levi walked to the shower. Soon, you could hear the soft pinging of water hitting the white tiles in the shower – the constant sound annoying you to no end. You could never understand Levi’s obsession with hygiene, especially when he turned what could be a romantic moment into dull work.
The sound of the shower tap turning off interrupted your thoughts and you hurriedly shut your eyes before he came back. In a few seconds, you heard footsteps appro  RestartI could have done differently,
I could have said better.
I stumble and fall
And say all the wrong words.
I am such a fool, 
And such an idiot too.
I know they know;
What am I to do?
Can I get a restart?
Begin it all again?
Start over from the beginning?
And do over my faux pas?
Can I forget about me?
Can they forget me too?
My life would be better new,
And theirs without me too.
But that’s not how it works.
I know, I know this is true:
There is neither restart, nor redo.
There is no clean slate,
But new transparent layers
Stacked over our history
Through which we can glimpse
Our shadows settling past.
Abandoned sketches in our book,
Forgotten stories, shrugged feelings.
New pages layer, but our scars remain.
Behind the new, opacity shows through.
All said, all done, all part of who we are,
Attached forever to our identity
For everyone to see beyond our end,
Our restart becomes re:start.
Each day, our gift, a new beginning.
Our past is not gone, just past.
Scars do not define



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        Something's Missing: an anthologyThere are fifteen poems
i.
ever since I was young,
I knew something was missing.
something wasn't… there
in my mind and in my body.
while others giggled through health class
and joked about the other gender's body parts,
I sat through it and tuned it all out.
it didn't interest me at all.
ii.
people tell me,
"you're just young;
it's understandable that you don't feel anything.
you just gotta meet
the right person,"
but I tell them,
"nothing will make me feel
something I wasn't born feeling,"
iii.
is it some genetic thing?
is it a mistake, a glitch in the code?
is it just completely random?
something I'm born with,
something assigned as birth?
or is everyone right...?
have I really not found the right person?
am I really too young to know?
I hear it so often,
it's hard to not doubt...
iv.
I touch my stomach,
wondering why I feel no heat,
no tingling, no pleasure.
my hand drifts lower
but still, nothing.
and nothing



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