james x jessica


“When someone else’s happiness is your happiness that is love.” - Lana Del Ray


#ThankYouBones week: Day 10 - 3 Other Favourite ships/friendship(s)


pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you are enjoying a night at the vacation house with the team when things take a very blingy turn. needless to say everyone in the galaxy attended your wedding

warnings: none

It seemed that Tony had to have a party, no matter where he was. Even if that meant having a bonfire with the Avengers and their significant others at the vacation home in Maine. Waves could be heard crashing on the beach that was only a short walk away. Everyone was sitting on the white lawn chairs around the giant fire that Steve and Bucky had started. Vision and Wanda were sitting rather close to each other, neither of them were drinking, nor understood the concept of it. It was peculiar watching those two grow close together, but Wanda seemed to enjoy working through their relationship.

Clint and Laura finally could go back to drinking since the kids were back at home being babysat by Director Fury. Which as entertaining as it was to watch, the two parents were very happy to be relaxed with their best friends in the world. Another cozy couple was Tony and Pepper. They hadn’t had any kids, yet, so they were still in the honeymoon phase of just lovingly looking into one another eyes and that was the whole world for them. Then there was Natasha and Steve, no way in hell were they dating. Both of them had been the closest things to siblings for each other in years, and they clicked and had one anothers’ back. Thor and Jane were by the fire as well, and had been very cozy after their wedding in Asgard. Jane looked relieved to be in sweatpants finally after having to wear Asgardian clothing for almost a month.

Once Bucky was rescued, the two of you instantaneously meshed together. There was something in him that reminded you of yourself, especially since you both had been in Hydra’s grip for some time. Only you had been rescued a year earlier, and you had worked with the Winter Soldier on a few missions during your time in Hydra. You were a big part of his recovery, and from that point on you both had just been…one. Every Avengers mission you both were strategically placed together and worked when the other was down. That was what made everyone just smile when they were around you both. Your current situation was sitting on Bucky’s lap with a beer in hand, he had one as well. Although he couldn’t get drunk, he realized that apple beer was the way to go. The lawn chair you shared was closest to the fire since the breeze and the chilly Maine air had you all bundled up.

Bucky was talking to the group about something related to one of the recent missions, and it gave you a minute to sit and reflect on the people around you. It was almost like a dream; surrounded by Earth’s mightiest heroes and you were considered one, with the love of your life. Someone had a speaker going that was playing nice slow bonfire music over on a table, low enough that everyone could hear each other when they were speaking. The stars were out, shining fully on all of you around the fire. Bucky asked to get up, so you stood and then took his seat when he went to talk to Steve on the path to the beach. It was normal for the two of them to take walks, just to have time to themselves to talk about whatever best friends do.

After a few minutes passed by, the two of them came walking back up the wooden pathway from the beach. Both had smiles on their faces as they came back to where they had been sitting. Bucky seemed like he was getting ready to ask you to get up, but he did just the opposite and motioned for you to just stay seated.

Then he got down on one knee in front of you, and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket.

Immediately your heart was racing a million miles per hour, and everyone’s mouths fell open with a few gasps. You were completely unprepared for this moment, wearing sweatpants and hair up in a bun. But Bucky opened his mouth, and the little box containing a gorgeous ring, before you could continue going through crazy things in your head, “Y/n, I need you to know that you are the only one for me. Not only have we been through hell and back, you’ve brought me to heaven and here.” He bit back tears, “It would be an honor, for you to be my wife.”

You struggled to even form words, so you squealed a “Yes!” and after he slid the ring on your finger, you jumped up to kiss him. You wrapped your arms around him, and his arms went around your waist and you could hear everyone taking their phones out and taking pictures to announce the happy news later. Nothing could’ve been more perfect than that moment, that was until your wedding day.


Natasha helped zip up the top of your wedding dress, and then she took a step back to marvel at you. “I cannot believe that a year ago he proposed to you at that fire pit outside, and now here you are, getting married on the beach.” She paused to compose herself, then continued rambling about how your first child better be named Natasha or she’ll get revenge on Bucky. But as much as she went on, you could only think about the love of your life standing and waiting for you to walk down the aisle, waiting to be married in front of your closest friends and remaining family.

Nat, Pepper, Wanda, Jane, and Laura were chosen to be your bridesmaids, and they fulfilled everything they needed to do. Once they finished walking down the aisle, you realized it was finally your turn. Steve and your father came from around the corner of the downstairs to the beach house, and they both gave you a smile. This made you giggle a little, mainly from the nerves. They held out their arms for you to link in between them, and you all walked towards the glass doors that were leading to the rest of your life. The Barton kids opened them to a yard full of family, friends, and other heroes. Taking a shuddering breath, you looked down the aisle to see the sight you truly wanted to. Bucky was standing there, almost in tears at how beautiful you looked. He never in a million years thought that he was going to be getting married to you, and having you be walked down the aisle by his best friend.

The two men by your sides started to walk with you, and everyone rose from their seats. No matter what, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Bucky. He just looked so…radiant. You were able to quickly get a glimpse at who was attending your wedding. All of the Avengers, the Guardians, some of the ‘Defenders’ (Jessica Jones and Matt Murdock to be specific), and your family. Your family looked a little out of place next to some of the out of worldly people. Focused back now on Bucky, you reached the altar. Your dad & Steve gave you a kiss on each cheek, and you proceeded forward, and grabbed onto Bucky’s hands. Coincidentally enough, Bruce was the one officiating your wedding, and he looked so sweet standing up there in a gray suit. He gave both of you a smile, and began.

It felt like it all came and went like a breeze, and quick enough you were dancing with Peter Quill to ‘Ain’t no Mountain High Enough’ during the reception. Your cheeks were hurting from all the smiling you’d done that day, and the night was flowing on by. Soon enough you were sitting on Bucky’s lap by the same fire he proposed to you by, and he said the four little magical words.

“I love you, doll.”

Tainted love

For six months now, I have been the current tenant of the murder house. Well not just me, my parents, younger brother and our dog too. And for four and a half months now, I have been the girlfriend of Violet Harmon. I still don’t know what I’d have done without her, especially as I began to uncover the secrets of this house.

Some of the ghosts here are friendly; Nora Montgomery, for example, is like a second mother to me. And Moira o'Hara as well. Violet’s told me the types of things Moira can do, though, and I’ve made her promise me not to try anything with my dad. Violet’s family are also wonderful; her mother and mine clicked right away which is definitely a relief.

However, some of the ghosts in this house are truly bone-chillingly disturbing. The infantata, for example, is a terrifying creature - Nora and Charles’ deceased baby who was dismembered and reassembled by Charles himself. I don’t often see Charles, but from what I’ve heard, he’s someone I don’t want to cross.

Then there’s Tate. He doesn’t really fit a category, though if I had to find him one, I’d place him under ‘Jealous Creepy Ex-Boyfriend who Often Tries to Hit on Me’. It’s strange, because after all this time, he’s still so infatuated with Violet - a little awkward on the current relationship front - and follows us everywhere, lurking behind doors to watch us.

He’s like anathema to me, and if ever I encounter him when Violet isn’t with me, I retreat to my room immediately, and he doesn’t follow. Today, however, is different. There’s a strange air around the house today; even Violet seems very uptight and anxious about something, though she won’t tell me what. So, we’re lying on my bed, listening to a playlist full of songs we both love, matching breaths and holding hands.

There’s a crack in my ceiling which I hadn’t noticed until now, despite lying under it every night. I open my mouth, about to ask once again what’s wrong with her, when - as if some jolt of electricity bolts through her - she sits up suddenly.

“Alright, I’ll tell you.” I push myself up next to her, concerned eyes meeting hers. “Today’s the anniversary of my death.” The silence that falls between us is more intense than the one before. The soft buzz of Morrissey playing through my headphones is the only noise heard for at least a minute.

“I-I’m sorry.” I say finally, realising how stupid that probably sounded to her. She shrugs.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She gets off the bed and walks out the room, tucking her brown hair behind her ear as she leaves.

As soon as she closes the door, I sigh. God she’s probably really upset and I’ve done nothing but bug her all day. I sit back, leaning against the headboard, and close my eyes, chewing anxiously on my lower lip.

“I can’t believe she never told you about that. Some girlfriend,” a voice scoffs.
“Get out, Tate.” I reply, without even opening my eyes. I hear some shuffling, and open them. Tate’s leaning against my wardrobe, arms folded over his chest, smirking at me.

“You know, she’s probably gonna be mopey like this all day.” He pauses to walk closer to my bed. “Come down to the basement and I’ll show you a good time.” I roll my eyes at how forced and generic that sounds, but he doesn’t care. There’s a shit-eating grin slapped onto his face, and a mocking amusement in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/N, surely you must be sick of the same thing by now.” I stand up, my frame reaching a height just a little shorter than Tate.
“If I go with you will you leave her alone?” I think of all the times he’s bugged her, or cornered her with his attempts at an apology. Sometimes he just stands, watching her. Violet’s told me she can feel it when he does it, but she never points it out.

Tate’s smile widens, and he nods before pulling me down the stairs - me almost falling over - and finally, down into the basement. I never liked it down here. It’s dark and dank and there’s a constant chill down my spine like someone’s watching me.

“Alright, Tate. What do you want.” In the darkness, I can see the outline of his figure move around, walking closer to me until I can vaguely make out the features on his face. He lunges forward, and rams me against the wall. I can feel the pain shoot up my shoulder blades, and my face contorts in an effort not to cry out.

“Stay away from Violet.”


Well I tasted love so sweet, played around but not for keeps
I’d never been knocked off my feet until you came along
In the room surrounding me are angels I cannot see
I know they come to carry me to where I belong
Closer to you

Requested by @singinprincess