#wolfmeetsworld

[abloodycrow]

Wolf Meets World (2/?)

[hardlyaprime]

❤ or ☎ ( because even though levi has a girlfriend this will be interesting to see))

((holy fucking shit. holy shit im not even coheretn whfsyijk i;m doing both because i see two symbols i think TWO IS BETTER THAN ONE © boys like girls & taytay swift although tbqh i don't remember if it was boys like girls or some other band whoops))

❤ - [they're going to be watching the matrix trilogy (tim's idea, they'd gone on a star wars spree the night before which was entirely levi's) together, sitting on a worn couch and sharing a big bowl of popcorn. ava's not around, which is explainable--she has rehearsal, or something like that, and tim thinks that that's really cool of her to do.

when trinity kisses neo on the nebuchadnezzar, the ship being ripped apart by monsters, tim isn't sure why he scootches the slightest bit closer, or why he decides to take advantage of having someone to be around. he doesn't know how levi's going to react--personally, he hopes nothing bad will come around--but then neo comes back to life and the movie is badass again, and tim is just... staring.

he doesn't know when it happened: bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, his head leaning on his doppelganger's shoulder, his heart pounding so loud he swears levi can hear it. he doesn't know whether this is normal, or real, or anything--but he knows that levi's the only one who gets him, who understands him, who knows what he's facing and why tim can't find any friends.

and when the credits for the matrix revolutions begin rolling, he closes his eyes tight and says, despite knowing about ava, despite knowing about how much levi loves her, and how much they fit and things--]

... I love you, man.

[then, as if on cue, the whole world crumbles under his feet.]

☎ - [he's a jerk. he's a jerk and a moron and he tried to get laid today, which ended up going to pot and making him feel bad about himself for even getting a hooker to go to his place. she'd left with a lot more cash than she charged, mostly because tim felt bad about it, and now he's sitting on his bed; hair disheveled and shirt half-unbuttoned and no feelings whatsoever.

so he picks up his phone and dials a number he's memorized by heart.

there's the message--and then the beep.

and then tim begins.]

I nearly had sex with a prostitute today.

[that is the weirdest thing in the world to say, he realizes. but it's far too late to go back, now.]

It sucked because her hands weren't yours.

[what are you doing, tim? what in god's name are you even doing?]

She doesn't know what I like--not like you do. You know everything. You're perfect. It was stupid to try and have sex with someone who doesn't know you--and now--

--now I'm running my hand down my chest, and it feels like yours, but it isn't; but it'll do because you're never gonna come, right? You're going to delete this, and you're going to kiss Ava and love her instead of me, and we're never going to be friends again, but I might as well make this last. I'm going to pretend my hand is yours, going to pretend-- [there is the muffled sound of a zipper, and then his breath hitches; the tiniest of moans escaping him] --pretend you're the one touching me, that I'm not the loneliest guy in the world, that you're... I bet you'd be so good at this, better than me, 'cause you've been with someone... [he hisses] And you'd know just how I liked it, because you're just like me, and... oh God, Levi--...

[it's too late to stop, but it isn't too late to put the phone down--and though he'll feel bad about it in the morning, and he'll want to have himself run over by a car and he'll never want to talk to anyone again, he clicks the call to an end; and he finishes the mess he's started.]

[agentwidow-blog]

A Loki, a Barnes, two new faces, and... three Starks, with only one Colonel Rhodes to keep an eye on things. Note to self: ask Fury for a raise. In any case, I'm Agent Natasha Romanoff, and I'll be your SHIELD agent this afternoon. It's a pleasure.

If it's not, though, try to let me know as soon as possible. I do hate wasting time.

[hardlyaprime]

So, it seems you're talking to my girlfriend. Also, that we look eerily alike. I'm Levi, nice to meet you!

... That's--what.

What.

You're not real. Are you? Holy crap. You look just like--

--I'm dead, aren't I?