Chris Evans - Lightyear UK Premiere

Chris Evans - Lightyear UK Premiere

good things will happen 💫

things that are meant to be will fall into place 💫

The Exchange 》 Sebastian Stan Masterlist

overall story warnings: heavy smut, angst, fluff, mature language

pairings: Sebastian Stan x Model!Reader

summary: You and Sebastian Stan were once a power couple that dominated headlines. After a messy breakup, you two became the worst of enemies. However, to engage popularity, you two are brought together yet again for a publicity stunt. Hollywood's Hottest Back Together. It's a tale of fame, fortune, and money all the while trying your hardest to force back those feelings you once had for your lover. Can you make it through six months of fake dating your once real boyfriend?

C H A P T E R S

1. why are you here?

2. no way in hell

3. don't screw this up

4. rumor has it

5. romanian love

6. mistakes

7. crashing

8. running to you

L I N K S

wattpad version of The Exchange (OC Emma Carter) spotify playlist

If you don't have an ornate dagger strapped to your thigh while waltzing with your most despised enemy, then what is the point of life

Yes please!!! 🥺❤️

Navy, can this be a whole thing?

Nonnie, you lovelies want lumberjack!Bucky from me?

Love and thanks! ❤️

You, Always You: Part 19

“Noelle is okay.” The reinforced statement had been the catalyst that made you ease into a state of low yet tense anxiousness.

You were afraid of the results and the possibility that it wouldn’t go at all how you were expecting and wanting, and that perhaps this whole endeavour and attempt to make John pay, to move on to a better future would fail before it even got off the ground.

The steps you had taken were aided by Steve, by his gentleness with you and Noelle and the anger and aggression he had felt for John. Steve had done all that he could when he could, he had contacted the best lawyer he knew that handled cases like this, he had gone with you to the police department to file any necessary reports as well as putting you and Noelle up in his place.

It was an act that was as gentle as it was caring, while you and Steve were settling into a relationship there was a safe place for you to lay your head. Steve was a better man and father to Noelle than John would have ever been, and even if he hadn’t or wouldn’t been her biological father, he would love her like she was.

“You’re going to be okay,” Steve had promised you that the results wouldn’t change anything, he promised that no matter what he was here for you, “Noelle will be okay, nothing will change my mind.”

The door had opened and slammed shut, a sleek-looking office building in front of you was marked with a seek metal sign. The appointment Steve had made was going to be the first meeting you would have in person with the lawyer, the first face-to-face conversation that would be aided by the emails you had sent that contained paperwork and receipts for everything you had purchased and done for Noelle while John abandoned you both.

It wasn’t that you were after him for money or some kind of fiscal reparations, you only wanted to prove that he had done nothing and you owed him nothing.

“I want it to be done,” the strap of your crossbody purse had dug into your shoulder, or at least you felt it had, and no matter how often you tried to reposition the damned thing, it always shifted back, “I just want to move past this.”

“We will,” Steve had locked the vehicle and moved around the front end to stand in front of you, his hands reaching for yours, “sweetheart, we’ll be fine. This will be okay, and then we’ll be okay.”

Steve grasped your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle feel of his flesh against yours was warm and comforting, granting you a relief you had never felt with anyone else. Steve could make you feel completely whole and perfect despite the chips and cracks, the pieces of you that felt tarnished by your ex and your past that was less than stellar.

Steve made you feel priceless and beautiful in all manner of ways, with every touch and every beat of his heart, he had made you feel as if you were more than you had ever been.

He was your perfect person, your ideal partner who was there for you when no one else was.

“He’s waiting for us.” Steve clasped your hands in his, first squeezing both of them and then letting go of one to smooth your hair down. “He’s got this all figured out.”

You followed Steve as he started walking toward the law office, your steps trailing after his as you both crossed the parking lot. The door had come into view, the names written on the front of the glass in black block lettering, Andy Barber’s title catching your attention.

Steve had promised he was a good one, he had assured that he was the best lawyer for your situation. Andy had already started working on the case, he had received the results of the paternity test and it was only a few more steps that needed to be taken before the trial could begin.

“You go in first,” Steve held the door open for you to pass through, brushing his fingers against your hips as you moved.

You stepped into the building and followed the markings for his office, taking the set of twists up to the second level. As you had come to the top, the woman behind the sleek resin desk had pushed her chair back and stood from where she was sitting, a courteous smile on her face. She walked around the desk and greet you both, first addressing you and then Steve.

There had been a handshake exchanged, then she directed you back to her desk to sign in before she could grant you access to Mr. Barber’s office.

“He’s got everything ready.” His secretary had spoken while you signed your name on the form, your hand steadied by Steve’s strong presence and the reassurance that no matter what happened, you would be okay. Steve would be there for you in every sense of the sword, in every physically possible way.

After the paperwork was signed, his secretary had set the paperwork back by her computer and then grabbed a physical file, tucking it under her arm. She had fixed her skirt and beckoned the two of you to follow her.

She moved from the desk she worked at to an office down the hall and to the left, the sleek silver name tag etched into the door had sat above a frosted glass panel set into the wood, giving you a small peek at the blurred image of a desk beyond.

“Mr. Barber,” the secretary knocked on the door before she grasped the handle and turned, “your next appointment is here.”

You and Steve were given access to the office, the door being held open by his secretary and as the two of you had entered the space, the lawyer in question had stood and moved around the desk to greet you both.

He was tall, almost as tall as Steve, with dark brown hair that was coiffed back, styled with little gel to keep it in place. He bore a thick well-trimmed beard that accentuated his plump lips, and if you hadn’t known better you may have thought that he and Steve were related.

“Steve,” he greets him with a handshake, firmly gripping your boyfriend’s hand, “thanks for agreeing to come so soon.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s hand at the small of your back was as comforting as it was calming, “this is Andy.”

Andy had shaken your hand next, squeezing with as much strength as he had when he shook Steve’s, though there was less grip of the hand. He had looked you directly in the eyes, holding your gaze with a manner of respect and dignity, never once looking at you as if you were broken.

“Y/N, I’m going to get this settled for you. You have my word.” Andy had let go of your hand and motioned for the two of you to sit in front of his desk with a wave of his hand, following you two as you moved to sit to discuss the nature of the case.

When you had become settled, Andy too had taken his seat behind the desk. He had folded his hands in front of him and looked between you and Steve, passing back and forth before he had cleared his throat.

“You have a good case, Y/N. you have an excellent case and even the pressure we’ve put on him now is enough to make him squirm.” Andy had confirmed and then he had reached to the left to grab a manila folder, a label attached to the front containing your name and Steve’s simultaneously.

“I have the results of the paternity test but before I get into that,” Andy had set the file down and rest his hands upon the desk, “Y/N I have to ask…”

Andy’s eyebrows had become furrowed as he looked at Steve, tentatively studying him before the eventual delivery of bad news. It was hanging in the air, stale and heady. Whatever he had to say, whatever he had to ask was not anything you thought you would like hearing. You felt susceptible to the unknown wonder, the potential tarnishing news that could be a further setback in your relationship with Steve or the healing process that was well underway.

“Were you aware that John was attempting to take multiple life insurance policies on both you and Noelle?” When Andy looked at you, when his eyes had been cast upon you with the intent to keep nothing from you as your hired lawyer, you had felt the air being ripped from your lungs as every atom was being squeezed.

Figuratively, you felt as if you were being strangled by phantom fingers digging into the column of your throat.

“There was an application, a few, that had come across a broker’s desk and when they had looked into a potential police record they had found the restraining orders that were in process of being filed and put into place. There were barriers that prevented him from successfully taking the policies out, but you should know that if they had been granted-“

“He’s a desperate and mean enough son of a bitch to try killing me. And Noelle, because he if he can’t have us then no one should.”

Steve had reached out and squeezed your hand, he had brushed his thumb against your knuckles in a show of support and a comfort to you. He had kept his hand on yours as Andy had continued speaking, the words becoming a muffled mess of shifts in tone before he had grabbed the manila folder containing the results of the paternity test.

“This changes nothing for me.” Steve had reiterated, he had driven home the point again with the subtle brush of his lips against your neck, hovering against you like a warm blanket that garnered security and solitude. “I will always be there for you, Noelle will always be my baby.”

You had turned your head and looked at him, his hand rising to cup your cheek. You had locked eyes with him and retained contact as he smiled small, tenderly gazing at you with the strength you needed and wanted. He had looked upon you as if to convey a message of solidarity and ruggedness.

It was as if Steve was telling you through subtle glances, and tender strokes of his flesh against your own, that he was going to carry the both of you through this. He was strong enough for all of you.

“The results are conclusive without a single margin of error.” And had flipped open the front and tucked it behind, holding the crisp white papers tucked into the manila folder with his right hand. “Steve is the paternal father with a positive result of 99.9998%.”

A heavy weight had instantly been removed from your shoulders, dissipating with the resolved question of whether your baby could have been his. There was now proof that your baby, that Noelle, was Steve’s and there was no room for argument in the court of law. John had nothing to tie himself to you with, there was nothing he could grapple himself to you with, no matter how hard he had tried.

“Oh God…” your relief had brought tears, the sting of the salty substance as they started to roll down your cheeks was immensely relieving, it was the best news you could have gotten.

You truly felt as if this nightmare could, would be over. You felt as if it could finally be put to rest and you could move, Noelle could move on and have her biological dad in her life.

“Thank you.” You muttered under your breath as you cried, as you let the feeling of great relief crash over you, your steadiness aided by Steve and his gentle crooning voice. “Thank God!”

You leaned into him, you had turned to hug him when he had hugged you. Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your exhaled into his shoulder, your tears of happiness dampening his shirt as Steve had rubbed your back and eased you softly. He had whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear, rallying for you in every possible way.

“This is the best possible outcome,” Andy hadn’t bothered interrupting your tender moment by demanding your attention, “we can proceed with the court and finally have the comeuppance you and your daughter deserve.”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted.”