“But turn around, oh they’ve surrounded you/ It’s a showdown and nobody comes to save you now/ But you’ve got something they don’t/ Yeah you’ve got something they don’t." Taylor Swift Art Challenge- Eyes Open
Marvel Preference- What they’re like on the day of the wedding
Darcy would be so excited but would also want everyone to see how amazing you looked. “Babe seriously? You even look perfect eating cake!” She says as she stares at you “Oh my god, this is going on Facebook.” She tells you as she get her phone out and takes a picture mid-bite. “I hate you.” You tell her with a smile as you kiss her.
Wade would feel so many emotions at once, everything about it was unbelievable. He would be stressed before going into the church and then when he saw you he would almost cry. “Alright, you can do this Wilson, she loves you. Y/N loves you.” He whispers to himself as he stands at the front of the church. Suddenly music starts and the doors to the church open as your father walks you down the aisle, arm in arm. Wade can’t fathom any words what so ever, he just stares at you like he’s going to cry as you walk all the way up the aisle.
Bucky would be super excited and when he saw you he’d almost jump out of his skin with happiness. “I’m getting married! I’m getting married!” Bucky repeated over and over as Steve tried to fix his tie. “Yes you are, but to do so you’ve got to walk into that church.” Steve says with a smile. “It’s time? It’s time!? Oh my god!” Bucky says as he almost runs up to the top of the aisle. Bucky stood there bouncing on his feet excited as he waited for you, with Sam and Steve giggling behind him. His eyes didn’t leave the front of the church door, and as you walked in this jaw almost hit the ground.
T’challa would be so nervous and would almost not want to do it, but once he saw you walking down he would know he made the right decision. “Alright T’challa, you can do this.” He says to himself with a deep breath as he walks into the church. When the music starts and he sees you walk in, he knows that no one could make him more happy than you do and all his nerves calmed.
She’s tucked up against Killian in their usual tangle of limbs, listening to the steady sound of his breathing. The house is quiet, without even the usual creaks and groans of the boards settling to distract her; outside, the faint breeze is barely enough to stir the branches of the trees she can see through the window. It should be peaceful- it is peaceful- but the ball of anxiety in her stomach only tightens, because what if-?
“Emma,” Killian says softly, his voice bringing her out of her reverie, “what is it?”
“I thought you were asleep.” Tipping her head up, she meets his gaze, unable to keep a smile from tugging at her lips as he smothers a yawn.
“If you were thinking any louder, the neighbors would be coming over to complain,” he says dryly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “What’s wrong?”
She sighs, toying with the neck of his shirt. “You’re not going to like it.”
“Out with it, Swan.”
“It’s…well.” Shifting slightly, she props her chin on his chest, letting her arm slide low around his waist. “It’s the wedding.”