#unirevival week 3 : favorite outfits
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#unirevival week 3 : favorite outfits
âł blonde wooseok + {red}
Valkyrie and black widow. The wasp and black widow. Okoye and nakia. Shuri and MJ. Nebula and black widow. NEBULA AND VALKYRIE.
nebula isâŚnot good with love.
it always takes her awhile to process affection, the gears in her mind turning too fast as she takes it in.
sheâs not used to it, doesnât love easy like breathing like mantis does - then again, she doesnât breathe easy, either.
she hasnât even gotten used to the idea that sheâs allowed to love, that itâs 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 sheâs not good enough, not even at something thatâs supposed to be natural, that sheâs a broken, mechanical thing.
maybe itâs because of that that she doesnât even realize sheâs been falling in love until itâs too late.
sheâs gone.
sheâs fallen.
fallen for a fighter with a wicked smirk and a bitter laugh, who knocks back shots of alcohol like itâs water, and who isnât 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 nebulaâs soft voiceâŚhelps. it helps. makes it feel normal again.
everything about her makes her feel normal again, and brunn isnât used to that shit at all.
thatâs okay.
thatâs okay, because nebula isnât used to feeling love and brunn isnât used to feeling normal, and they can be not-okay together until theyâre okay.
theyâre 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