#unirevival week 3 : favorite outfits
↳ blonde wooseok + {red}
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#unirevival week 3 : favorite outfits
↳ blonde wooseok + {red}

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Valkyrie and black widow. The wasp and black widow. Okoye and nakia. Shuri and MJ. Nebula and black widow. NEBULA AND VALKYRIE.
nebula is…not good with love.
it always takes her awhile to process affection, the gears in her mind turning too fast as she takes it in.
she’s not used to it, doesn’t love easy like breathing like mantis does - then again, she doesn’t breathe easy, either.
she hasn’t even gotten used to the idea that she’s allowed to love, that it’s okay and not a weakness, though gamora has helped with that.
words of affection always freeze on her lips, never sounding quite right, and she hates it. love only ever reminds her that she’s not good enough, not even at something that’s supposed to be natural, that she’s a broken, mechanical thing.
maybe it’s because of that that she doesn’t even realize she’s been falling in love until it’s too late.
she’s gone.
she’s fallen.
fallen for a fighter with a wicked smirk and a bitter laugh, who knocks back shots of alcohol like it’s water, and who isn’t good with words, either.
she tells everybody to call her valkyrie.
everybody but nebula, that is.
she tells nebula to call her brunnhilde, and it takes her awhile to grow used to the name again, but hearing the syllables in nebula’s soft voice…helps. it helps. makes it feel normal again.
everything about her makes her feel normal again, and brunn isn’t used to that shit at all.
that’s okay.
that’s okay, because nebula isn’t used to feeling love and brunn isn’t used to feeling normal, and they can be not-okay together until they’re okay.
they’re slow and quiet, trading drinks and sharpening blades, locking eyes for a moment too long with an intensity too strong to be anything but something like love.
they take their time - they do have damn near forever, after all.
xoxo look who changed their theme