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ala recommends: youtubers to watch on your level-up journey
Ebony Nikita Okeke
The self-proclaimed Dominican princess (I love her). She gives off such a warm and light energy. I love her makeup style and the colour palettes she uses when deciding her outfits (they are a bit revealing for me though, not my style but definitely cute for her). I enjoy her housewife diaries, they are very relaxing and aesthetically pleasing. She also has a lot of good videos on being feminine, through your behaviour and habits.
Best for: femininity, lifestyle
Jamila Musayeva
A beautiful Azerbaijani woman who teaches such great lessons in general etiquette; from how to write emails correctly to having good posture - she does it all. It is a great place to start if you are unable to take in-person etiquette lessons (looking at you c*vid) or can’t afford etiquette lessons right now,
Best for: etiquette
Kelly Stamps
Now this one may be a pretty niche suggestion, but her videos are just so aesthetically pleasing and she has this dry humour that I absolutely adore. She is a huge minimalist, so great for people who want to shift towards a minimalist lifestyle. She recently moved to Boston and it was really interesting watching the process of her looking at different apartments and finally moving in (especially during a pandemic). When levelling-up, you can sometimes feel pressured to only consume “level-up” content, but it is important to watch content that makes you laugh and feel good. Please watch Kelly. She is classy, quirky, cute and so much fun.
Best for: entertainment, minimalism, lifestyle
Lydia Dinga
This is another entertainment suggestion but trust me she is gold. Lydia, to me, is the total package. She is very genuine and open with her subscribers and I just love the energy she gives off in her videos. She is the type of woman who could get along with anyone. If you want to learn how to make yourself seem more approachable and genuine, learn from her (can you tell I’m in love?).
Best for: travel, vlogs
Patricia Bright
If you are on a British woman, particularly woc, you should know Patricia. She was my first introduction to a Black-British woman on YouTube and she just exudes fun feminine energy. She is also bloody hilarious (please trust me - she’s just got this perfect mixture of dry British humour and sharp Nigerian wit). She is very good for clothing reviews (especially for my girls with little bums - hi my fellow rulers, how is the “thick girl” movement treating you? :’) ). She has also tried a few cosmetic treatments now so if you are considering them, why not check out her reviews. She is well-known for being a very honest and open reviewer, even if the brand is sponsoring her.
Best for: try-on hauls, clothing reviews, advice for women, entertainment
Highlight - Politics: Tee Noir & For Harriet
A lot of the time, when I see women start to level-up I notice them stop being so open to speak politically - they feel scared that if they speak out against racism, for example, that they will become an outcast. Not true. That is plainly not true. If your “social circle” outcast you because you offer your political opinion then they are not people you would want in your life, correct? Sometimes the “outcast-ing” we see done to people expressing their political opinions is because of the way they say it. Someone will argue that “we shouldn’t have to censor ourselves when talking about issues that affect our daily lives” and you are correct, but that’s not the way the world works, right? So as you level-up I suggest you start learning how to state your opinions in a way that considers multiple sides and is easy to digest. These two ladies do just that, they are eloquent, well-educated and well-versed in a myriad of political topics. The main difference between them is that Tee Noir speaks more on pop culture (sorry I like a bit of gossip sometimes, I’m human too) and For Harriet’s videos more often are about socio-political issues.
Best for: speech improvement, politics
Live From Layfield
Now this one tugs on my heartstrings (nostalgia is hitting me up). These three beautiful women, are everything I used to aspire to be as I was going through secondary school. They are three pharmacists who all studied pharmacy at the University of Kent and have now gone on to succeed in their individual careers and journeys. If you go back to their earlier videos you can literally see the organic procession of their own level-up journeys. You can even see how some of their opinions on certain matters have changed over time. I think the main aspect of their channel I enjoy is how spiritual they are and their sister-like dynamic. I want to highlight an amazing video I watched of theirs - the vulnerability, honesty and sisterhood was just incredible to witness.
Best for: feel good banter, spirituality, sisterhood
MamaFurFur
We welcome our first non-woc to the list and for a good reason! Regardless of whatever you women do during your level-up journey, the one thing I insist you do (I’m literally begging) is become financially literate. You should have already been financially literate, but I will blame our education system for that. Watch MamaFurFur - she easy to understand and a great place to start in your financial literacy journey.
Best for: financial literacy (if you guys don’t take my advice I swear-)
MelaChild
Now, Mela has no excuse being this pretty. None whatsoever. She is gorgeous and manages to make herself appear even more flawless every time I see her. She has amazing make-up and wig tutorials. She’s also just a vibe overall (kind of like a cool Aunt, who only drinks wine and says “darling” a lot).
Best for: makeup, skincare, hair, entertainment
Mina Le
If you don’t know by now let me update you. I love history. I love fashion. I love the history of fashion. In conclusion, I love Mina Le. Mina Le is up-and-coming Asian-American YouTuber and she does incredible video essays on both modern and vintage fashion. She is so eccentric, so intelligent and such a vibe.
Best for: fashion history, entertainment
Nella Rose
Nella is not exactly who most of you women are aspiring to become aesthetically. She’s very tomboyish (self-proclaimed) and not the typical “feminine” YouTuber, but you know what she is? Confident. She exudes confidence and I know a lot of you need to work on that. She is also able to make anyone around her shine and feel instantly comfortable. She is hilarious.
(Note: I don’t condone everything she says or does but read between the lines. We’re learning confidence here. Take what she says and her actions with a pinch of salt.)
Best for: entertainment, serotonin boost, confidence
Highlight - Femininity Channels: School of Affluence, The Modern Lady and Linda Sandrine
Now this is a tricky one. I know a lot of people like these type of channels and I must admit they do have some very useful tips and tricks, here and there. However, you need to have a discerning eye when you are indulging in this content. Think: Is this applicable to me? Does this make sense in my environment? From my own experiences has this ever worked for me or any of my peers? I urge all you “levelling-up” women to take your time and evaluate those who teach you about “levelling-up” and hypergamy. Not everything will work for you and trust me they do not know everything, so just use their content as a guide.
Personally out of all of them I enjoy Linda’s content the most.
Best for: hypergamy, levelling-up, femininity, etiquette
Honorable Mentions (Some Personal Favourites)
OpenInkStand Art & Calligraphy
Best for: calligraphy
Kurzgesagt – In a Nutshell
Best for: interesting short videos to keep you thinking
Jackie Aina
Best for: OG of YouTube, stunning makeup and skincare
Handbag Clinic Official
Best for: my niche interest, learn about vintage and modern design bags
Google Zeitgeist
Best for: broadening your knowledge, hearing and learning from the highly-intellectual conversations uploaded, global issues
COLORS and NPR Music
Best for: amazing performances, discovering new artists
The Show Must Go On
Best for: free theatre performances (typically musicals) posted every week
Highlight - Ballet and Opera: Russian State Ballet and Opera House and EuroArtsChannel
Best for: ballet, opera, orchestral performances - just sit back and relax
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Heard some important information on Twitter today, and thought I’d post it here for anyone who may not have heard it. This is actually a thing, devised by human rights organisation called Karma Nirvana.
Reblog to save a life?
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I'm bisexual, which means I love every single woman to ever exist and a total of ten (10) men, who live in another country, are famous and could be my dad.
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Currently obsessed with Benedict Cumberbatch.
#Benedict Cumberbatch#Benedict Cumberbatch x reader#Sherlock Holmes x reader#Sherlock#Alan Turing#Doctor strange
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“Cat steals some milk during Dean of Canterbury Cathedral’s morning sermon"
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Reblogging for Sam's face
I’m sorry but “newspaper in Steve’s shoes” can’t be the only thing Bucky remembers
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I can’t believe “Your death will always be my greatest failure” is an actual line that Steve says to Bucky in a Captain America comic
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I'm so angry at the fact that I can't watch any of Sebastian Stan's new movies because they are not available in France. I'm willing to pay but I just can't find them anywhere... And I don't want to watch for example the last full measure in French so I don't know what to do... I've been searching for an hour the VO to this film... H E L P
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Sooo, I finally bought this montage software and...
Yes this is the first thing I did when I bought it
#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#sebastian stan edit#lance tucker#video editing#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes edit#charles blackwood
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I love this gif because you can see how everyone is tired of their bullshit. Like... Come on... Get married already!
#bucky barnes#sebastian stan#chris evans#steve rogers#sam wilson#natasha romanov#tchalla#avengers infinity war#stucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes
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One Shot [B.B]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Words: 2 226
Summary: Sam gets injured on a mission forcing the team to stop in France where Bucky meets someone unusual.
Rating: G
Warnings: Almost death of a character, mention of injuries (no descriptions), arguing.
Civil War, Infinity War and Endgame never happened, everyone is happy and friends with each other.
The Avengers had been called to intervene at an old Hydra base that had been active again. The mission was successful and the intel secure. Nevertheless, they had been outnumbered and Sam had gotten badly hurt. He was unconscious, lying on a stretcher in the Quinjet. Bruce was assessing his injuries while everyone was attending their own wounds the best they could.
"He's not gonna make it..."
As soon as those words left Bruce mouth, everyone stopped what they were doing. All eyes were directed toward Sam. Each one of them wanting to scream at the thought of losing him. You could see heads churning plans after plans to make it to the medical bay sooner, to heal him right now. But there was nothing to do really, it was almost too late. They were flying over Europe and even with the Quinjet, it would still take hours to arrive at the Tower.
Bucky was the first one to move forward Sam and the only one brave enough to break the silence.
"We have to do something..."
"Buck..." Steve started.
"I know someone," Tony interrupted "Nat, where are we right now?"
"Over Germany, why?" She responded.
"Head over to France. We're saving him and if it's too late... at least we can say we tried our best." Tony gave a small smile at Bucky who nodded thankfully at him. Tony got to the GPS, taping in the new coordinates.
After a few hours, they were on the French soil and thanks to Tony, 3 cars were waiting for them. The drive from the airport was short. The Avengers were in front of a house, in the middle of the Parisian suburbs, at 3 in the morning. The scene would be comical if not for the tragic state of Sam. They were all filthy with mud and dust from the battlefield, still in suits, sheepishly standing in front of a yellow and red house surrounded by a fence and plants for privacy purposes. Tony was the first to enter the property. A man was standing on the terrace, arms crossed, looking angry. The second the Avengers were up the terrace stairs, Tony and the man began to argue.
"I told you to never come back. I don't want to hear it!" The stranger said to Tony in a heavy french accent.
"And trust me I don't want to be here either but it's a life or death situation!"
"The last time you said that, she was the one who almost died!"
"I know and I promise, it's not going to reach her limits this time!"
"No, she is not going to do this again because you know this time she won't stop that easy. You can't just come here when you need it and use her like that!"
"It's not true! You know it's not like that and that I always make sure she is safe !"
"Like you did last time?"
Tony huffed at the last statement and ran a hand over his face. He was tired from the mission and Sam was going to die if he didn't hurry up.
"Please, (Y/F/N)," as Tony was pleading, he shifted to the right so your father could see Sam being held by Steve and Bucky. "He needs her help...he needs your help." Tony finished with a sigh. (Y/F/N) looked up to the night sky, annoyed and sighed.
"Fine." He finally said. At those words, the whole team was relieved, even though they still didn't know what that meant. (Y/F/N) led the team inside the house. He put the pillows from the two couches on the dining table before instructing Bucky and Steve to lay Sam down on it. The two executed themselves gently, not to hurt him even more. (Y/F/N) and Tony went up the stairs, leaving them a few minutes.
You were being woken up by gentle shakes and a hand passing through your hair. You opened your eyes, your mind still clouded with sleep. Your father was standing above you, a sad smile on his lips.
"Dad? Is everything okay?" You worried with a groggy voice.
"Yeah, don't worry sweetheart." He replied. You frowned at his word, clearly sensing that something was wrong. You sat up against your headboard, rubbing off the sleep in your eyes.
"What's going on?" You insisted. Instead of answering, your father looked behind him. Your eyes widened at the sight of Tony entering your room.
"Hi kiddo," Tony said with a small smile. In return, you gave him a wide smile and got off your bed to hug him.
"I missed you," you said, your voice muffled by Tony's shirt.
"I missed you too," Tony replied. You couldn't see his painful expression from what he was about to ask you."I need your help, sweetheart."
Your eyes slowly opened and you silently sighed. You detached yourself from his embrace and looked in his eyes. When you saw the sorry and fearful look in his eyes, you gave him a small and reassuring smile.
"Okay." You said. You heard your father sighed behind you. You knew he thought it was too dangerous but how could you let people die when you had the power to save them. Of course, your father agreed with that but what he didn't agree with was what it cost you.
The Team lifted their eyes from Sam to the staircase as they heard people coming down. Bucky's eyes focused on you the minute you got into his visual field. He didn't even notice everyone taking a step back as you approached Sam's body.
"Buck" Steve whispered to get his attention. As Bucky was about to take a step back too, he was softly stopped by a hand on his metal arm. You didn't flinch at the feeling though.
"You can stay if you want. It'll be nice for him to see a familiar face when he wakes up." You said smiling. You took your hand off of his arm and gave all your attention to Sam. Bucky did as you said and stayed by Sam's side.
You quickly looked at all his injuries, keeping in mind the most important ones. Tony went by your side before you could start.
"Just heal the most important, don't drain yourself, please..." He whispered in your ears. You didn't give him a sign that you had heard him, even though you had. Tony left the room with your father, the two of them far too anxious for the same and different reasons.
Nat, Bruce, Clint, Wanda and Vision sat down on the couches, exhausted by everything but wanting to keep an eye on what was going on with Sam while Bucky and Steve stayed by his side.
You closed your eyes to focus and gather the energy you needed to heal the man before you. You were what was called a healer. You could heal, with the energy flowing through your body, anything and anyone you wanted. As it was not in your blood, you were sad at first not to be able to give a cure to the deadliest diseases in this world. But you tried for a while to go on hospital journeys to heal as many people as you could. That's when you understood that this energy in you was not infinite. You had fainted trying to heal a little girl sick with a brain tumour. Some diseases or wounds took way too much energy from you. That's when you met Tony. He was the one to tell you that without this energy you could die and that you would need training to use it to its full capacity. It took less and less time for you to recover from healing someone, your energy regenerating faster. You had succeeded a few years ago to heal this little girl thanks to the training Tony gave you. He was the only one, except for your parents, to know about your powers.
Bucky was fascinated by the scene that was unfolding before him. Your entire being was emanating this yellow and orange energy like flames engulfing your form. Your eyes turned completely white as your hands started to roam Sam's body. At the contact of your energy, bucky saw Sam's wounds close themselves and his skin not sporting a single scar. Bucky continued to admire your work alternating between your face, your hands and Sam. He was pulled back into reality as your warm energy suddenly died down and Sam's jerking up into a sitting position, awake.
"Welcome back, birdie," Bucky said, smiling widely.
"Yeah yeah, I couldn't leave without annoying you some more Elsa," Sam said, trying to get his breath under control. Bucky smiled at his sassy behaviour. Soon enough The avengers had gathered around Sam to ask about how he was feeling. Bucky was the only one to notice you leaving upstairs.
You felt more than tired after healing that man, Sam. His wounds were deeper than you thought and you hadn't prepared to use this much energy. You discreetly made your way back to your room, leaving them reuniting. It was always overwhelming for you to see a family come together after you healed someone. It reminded you that this power was a gift to give love and happiness in people's lives. You were startled by a knock on your door. When you turned toward the noise, you saw the man from earlier that was standing by Sam.
"Hi," He said, hesitantly taking a step into your bedroom.
"Hi," You responded, looking down at your hands. You couldn't deny that he was a little bit intimidating and the fact that you had felt a metal arm earlier wasn't exactly reassuring. But if your father let him in, it must have meant that he trusted him so you didn't feel scared or threatened.
"I wanted to say thank you for what you did. I'm Bucky, by the way."
"Your welcome Bucky, I'm glad I could help your friend." You responded with a timid smile. When he took another step forward you could feel your chest become heavy.
"You didn't only help Sam back there." He took another step. He was three steps away from you now. "But everyone downstairs." Another step. You couldn't tear your eyes off him. Those blue/grey eyes held so much intensity that it was hard to look anywhere else. Bucky was also sensing this tension in the room. Breathing became much harder and he felt very hot suddenly. He gulped down when you licked your suddenly dry lips. You should have brought up a cup of water.
"Well, it was my pleasure Bucky." you breathed out.
"You never told be your name," he stated, taking a step forward.
"(Y/N)"
He said it again as if tasting the sound of it in his mouth. The second he said it, you couldn't help your energy from coming out of your body and engulfing your frame. Bucky didn't even budge, but instead took a last step forward reaching his flesh hand out. The second his hand touched your halo of energy, it was like you had been shocked. He pulled back immediately, afraid he had hurt you. Your energy died down then.
"Wow" was all you said.
"Are you okay?" He asked, still worried.
"Yeah," you let out a small chuckle. "I've never felt better actually. It's like...it's like you gave me all the energy I've ever spent back." You stated confuse at your own words. Bucky didn't say anything after that, he seemed to be thinking about something. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it. You could see what he wanted to do, his hand twitching at his side. This time, it was you who took a step forward and reach for his hand. When you touched nothing happened. You looked up to Bucky to find him already staring at you.
"Your eyes," He said. You turned your head to look at your reflection in the mirror on your wall. Your eyes were white, exactly like when you were summoning your powers.
"What's happening?" Bucky asked you, making you look at him again.
"I'm not sure." You answered. "When I was younger and my powers started to surface, Tony sent me to this witch in the south to help me figure out myself and what I wanted to do now. She was my spiritual guide for 3 years and taught me everything I needed to know about this gift and how to control it. She said I was a Healer. Someone that has a great power of healing anything alive. But she said that I could also if I learned how to take someone's life and turn it into energy that I would take for my regeneration or simply for more power. But to every great power comes a weakness. Someone was made to counterstrike my power. This, someone, was made to be my antithesis to stop me from being consumed by my power or accumulating too much."
"So... what you're saying is...I'm your antithesis?"
"I mean I don't know for sure but with what happened I wouldn't be surprised." You answered sheepishly.
"Your eyes went back to normal," Bucky informed you. You gazed some more into each other eyes until Bucky broke the silence.
"How about we go on a witch hunt?"
#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky fic#bucky x you#the winter soldier#winter soldier#winter soldier fanfic#the winter solider fanfiction#fanfiction#Sebastian Stan#bucky barnes x reader
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One shot [S.S.]
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary: the weird beginning of a love story
Words: 2 583
Rating: PG
Warning: vomitting, passing out, alcohol consumption, two very light allusion to sexual harassment, one swear word at the end.
Sebastian bade goodbye to his friend, walking toward the place his Uber was about to pick him up. After months being away on the filming of The Falcon and The Winter soldier, his friends who missed him very much, invited him to drink a couple of beers at their usual bar. He had appreciated the gesture, himself as excited as them to meet again and share new stories that had occurred while they had been apart.
His phone indicated 5 minutes left to wait until his Uber would be there. He stared at the street in front of him where cars were passing by rather quickly, only stopping at a red light. His eyes started to unfocused themselves, getting lost in the late-night New York traffic but only to be pulled back by shuffling into the alley next to the bar behind him. He turned around to face the unusual noise and took a step forward to get a better look. He saw in the dark of the dead-end what seemed to be a girl crouch down leaning against the wall. He took a cautious step forward again to see if she needed help. As his phone ding at the notification that his Uber had arrived, the woman suddenly threw up next to the trash cans. Sebastian quickly turned around looking for his Uber and quickly spotted him. He made his way to the passenger front window that was down, letting the warm wind of July go through the car.
"Hi, I'm sorry but could you wait just five minutes, please? I have to check up something really quick. I'll pay you extra for the wait I promise." Sebastian asked, his face adorning a painfully sorry expression.
"Yeah, no problem go ahead." The Uber driver replied with a kind smile.
"Thanks a lot !" Sebastian responded, already running back to the alley.
You were still there but this time completely sitting on the ground, arms around your stomach as black tears stained your face because of the mascara you decided to wear earlier tonight. Sebastian crouch down in front of you, looking at you with his blue eyes filled with worry. You didn't even saw him approaching too engulfed in your own sorrow.
"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Sebastian asked, with a sweet voice trying not to startle you.
When you looked up at the sound of his voice, Sebastian winced at how young you looked. You couldn't be above 25 years old. He got even more worried at the sight of you. You were wearing something simple, not too fancy but fancy enough so he knew that you had been out, probably getting drinks with people like he had a few minutes ago. When he tried to reach for you, you immediately winced and tried to get far from him by curling up.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. I won't touch you again until you allow me." He held his hands up and backed up a little to give you some space. You relaxed at his actions, reassured a little about his intentions. "Do you need help?" he repeated himself, trying to get an answer out of you.
"I-I got lost and... and I can't find my friends..." Your voice was filled with tears, wobbling at every word. "They are not answering their phones and this guy tried to..." You couldn't finish your sentence as tears were already coming back to you. You swallowed them down trying to keep a certain composture but not without a sob escaping your throat. "I just want to go home..." you whispered, tired of everything.
"Okay, okay I'll bring you home, is that alright?" Sebastian asked. When you nodded, it was all the permission he needed to help you up and get you inside the Uber with him.
"Huh, Can I change the address please?" Sebastian asked, helping you with the seat belt.
"Sure, where to?" The driver asked already typing on his phone.
"Hey, do you remember your address sweetheart?" Sebastian questioned you softly. You nodded your head, giving the Uber driver your address. Sebastian saw how you felt sick suddenly with all the effort of moving around and talking. He asked the Uber if he had some plastic bags in the car to which the Uber driver nodded and reached into the glove box before handing it to Sebastian. You threw up twice in the car before passing out on the window next to you. Once arrived at your destination, Sebastian tried to wake you up without success.
"Thank you man for putting up with all of that, sorry it had to be on you though," Sebastian said deeply sorry for the inconvenience. He reached for his wallet pulling 100 bucks from it and giving it to the driver. "Here, she didn't spill outside the bag but sorry for the smell."
"No I can't take that, that's way too much, I can spray deodorizer it's no biggie." The driver replied, shaking his head.
"No, I insist, it's a thank you for not throwing us out of the car like another would probably have done," Sebastian said getting the last word as the driver took the money gratefully.
"Thank you man, you don't know how much I need this money." The driver finally said.
"Of course," Sebastian said, giving him a friendly tap on the shoulder.
Sebastian got out of the car before making his way to your side. He grabbed your purse and successfully found your keys in there. He then proceeded to lift you up and carry you like a princess. He closed the car door with his foot and made his way to the entrance of the building. There was a code or a place to put a magnetic key, that you had on your bunch of keys, to enter the first door. He managed to get through the entrance but stopped in front of the lifts as he didn't know where your apartment was exactly. His luck must have kicked in because at that moment the night watchman came back from his round around the different entrances of the building.
"Hi, can I help you?" The night watchman asked suspiciously, as to why a stranger was carrying a limp and passed out Miss (L/N) in his arms.
"Hi! yes !" Replied Sebastian, glad to find someone who could help him. "I'm trying to get her to her apartment, I found her alone and scared to death in an alley next to this bar downtown and I don't know where her apartment is in the building exactly...I'm just trying to get her home and safe..." Sebastian said with pleading eyes. The watchman seemed to believe him enough but still mentally noted to go check up on her if he didn't come back down after a while. "Do you happen to know her ?" Sebastian continued at his lack of an answer.
"Huh yeah, Miss (L/N) leaves on the third floor, apartment B14."
"Thank you, thank you so much!" Sebastian gratefully said returning to the lifts.
Once on the third floor, Sebastian had to get the door open which was not an easy task but he still managed. He quickly found the switch and turned on the lights. The apartment was cosy, small but well-spaced and convivial. He first set you up on your sofa to get a look around and situate the bedroom. Once he had, he lifted you up again and put you on your bed where he had previously pulled the covers aside. He removed your shoes and jacket as well as any jewellery before pulling back the covers on your body. You instinctively sighed at the feeling of your bed and pillows before putting an arm above your head. Sebastian smiled at that action and got up to go to your bathroom. There, he found some medicine for tomorrow when you'll wake up and make-up wipes he recognised because they were the same they used on set. He went to the kitchen searching for a glass and filled it with fresh water. He then came back to your room where you were still asleep on the bed. He put the glass and the medicine on your nightstand before wiping your face with the make-up wipes. He took his time, gently stroking your skin, admiring your peaceful state. You started to stir after some time and opened your eyes only halfway.
"You took me home ?" You mumbled, sleep evident in your voice. Sebastian hummed as an answer. "Thank you," you said smiling, before falling asleep again. Sebastian got up after your small interaction and threw away the dirty wipes before putting the pack where it belonged. He left a note next to the glass of water before leaving knowing you were going to be okay.
The next day, you woke up with a monstrous headache. You slowly opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings. You were in your bedroom which immediately brought you some relief and making the headache pound less violently in your head. You took a moment to breathe and getting acquainted with the light seeping through the curtains before sitting against the headboard. You looked around the room, your eyes finally setting in your nightstand. Not really questioning why it was there in the first place, you gladly gulped the water and the medicine down already feeling a little bit better. As you put the empty glass down you saw a note that had not your handwriting on it. You took it in your hands to get a better look at what was written on it.
hey, I'm the guy who took you home last night. Call me when you wake up so I know you're okay.
Under the message was a phone number. Then, it hit you like a full-speed moving train. The events of last night flooded your mind, making you wince. You realised you were still in your clothes from last night which comforted you at the idea that the stranger who took you home had been an angel on earth. He did not try to take advantage of you, he got you a glass of water and medicine ready for your headache, and he had brought you home, you a complete stranger to him too, up to your apartment, probably carrying you the whole way as you assumed you had been out. You decided to deal with this whole situation later as you really needed a shower and something to eat. When you went into the bathroom you turned on the water setting it on hot and started to undress. You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and immediately smiled at the fact that he had removed your make-up, not finding a trace of dry mascara running down your face. Was he even real? Maybe it was my actual guardian angel, you thought to yourself.
It was 7 p.m. when you decided to call him. After your shower and small brunch you made yourself, you had fallen back asleep for a few hours before being woken up by your friends' calls, making sure you were okay. You spared them with the story of how you got home, telling them you got a uber yourself. You sat on your couch, the note and your phone on the coffee table in front of you. You looked at them for a few more seconds contemplating your next move before taking them both in your hands and composing the number. It felt like the ringing went on forever until it landed on the voicemail. You thought it was better this way, far too anxious to talk to him and embarrass yourself with your lack of socialising skills.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N)... I'm sorry to call only now but huh... I'm the girl you took home last night and in your note, you said to call so... here I am... calling you... Anyway, I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me last night and if there's anything I can do to repay you, don't hesitate. I really owe you a lot, well my life actually. So... yeah...bye."
Once you hung up, you shook your head disapprovingly at yourself, muttering "Why you gotta be so awkward...".
Sebastian was coming back from his gym session. He hadn't had the time to check his phone after, directly going home to take a shower and relax. It had been particularly hard today. He had trouble focusing on his exercises, his mind wandering on why the stranger from last night hadn't called him yet. Once was clean and comfortable in his sweatpants and a sweatshirt, he got on his bed and started scrolling through emails and social media. It's only after a while that he realised he had a message on his voicemail. He smiled listening to it, her voice soft and sweet. It matched the face he remembered, peaceful as she slept. He absolutely did not listen to it a second time just to hear her voice again...
About an hour later, your phone vibrated at an upcoming call. Not really paying attention to who the caller was, thinking it was one of your friends, you picked up like you usually did.
"(Y/N) speaking". You were met with silence at the end of the line. You frowned checking the ID caller. Unknown. Weird, you thought.
"Hello?" You insisted.
"H-hi! It's, hum, Sebastian." The caller finally said. You frowned, not knowing any Sebastian.
"Who ?" You continued, maybe he got the number wrong...
"Oh sorry, the guy who took you home last night ?" This made you abruptly sit up from your position on the couch.
"Oh hi! so, you got my message..." You replied still in shock that you were talking to him, part of you relating what happened last night as a dream.
"Yeah! I was pretty surprised that you had called me. Wasn't sure you would remember anything or would want to call the weird guy that got you home." He said a hint of a smile in his voice.
"Well, I do, I mean, I remember you in the alley and in the Uber but... You're just a blurry face, to be honest" You chuckled at the end of your sentence, him joining you.
"So, how are you feeling?" Sebastian asked.
"Better, all thanks to you. I really can't thank you enough for everything and I just feel bad that I put you through this..."
"Don't be, really, it was my pleasure. And It was a great adventure to live on a Friday night!" You both chuckled again at his words.
"Well, Sebastian, if I can do anything for you just let me now, it will be my pleasure." You couldn't help but smile and feel giddy talking to this stranger. The fact that you didn't know him and how you met, thrilled you. There was a silence at the end of the line making you bite your lips nervously.
"Well..." Sebastian started hesitantly, clearing his throat. "Maybe if you're not too busy, you could always buy me a cup of coffee and make my blurry face not so blurry." He chuckled nervously, as you contemplated what he was offering. You couldn't help but feel excited to meet him again. He couldn't be a psycho after everything he had done for you so you were safe on that end... were you really though? ahh, fuck it.
"Okay, yes, I would love to Sebastian."
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