#a favor

[melimelissa998]

A Favor pt. 2

part 1

A few days later after that night, it was all back to normal in my head. Wake up, teach, stay up late, sleep and repeat. First I felt really bad for that boy getting in trouble, and also anxious that he’ll show up at my door and punch me for being a snitch.

I look at the hour on my watch and decide it’s time to leave work today. I stack all the graded homework together and the rest in another pile for tomorrow, I put them in the drawer and start to clean up my desk.

As I close the classroom door, I hear footsteps approach me; I turn to see Miss Young with a mop in her hand. “Oh miss Y/N, like always staying so late” she says, I see how her face wrinkles into a smile that also makes me smile. “If I grade now, I’ll have my weekend free, it’s worth it” I tell her and she nods, she wishes me a nice sleep and to take care, I wave her goodbye and to also take care.

I walk around the building to the back stairs to get to my apartment. I pass the small playground and stop at the convenience store that's across to buy dinner. I take a moment to think if I should walk to the front of my building or just use the back door that’s straight ahead. I roll my eyes at myself. Like if you would surround the building just to get to the front when the back door is just a few steps away…

Before I open the door and step in, I hear a noise that’s between a cry and a growl. I stay still to check if I’ll hear it again, and I do. I walk to the corner of the building to the small alley where we leave the garbage to see if the noise is P, the small cat that the building adopted a few months ago; but it’s not P.

I see a silhouette trying to stand up and slip to the floor. “Oh shoot” I panic and walk closer “Are you alright?” I ask waiting to know if they needed help. I see his face and instantly recognize it’s the blonde freckle boy from the pool place. But what were the odds to see each other, again. “Are you okay?” I ask again even though I see him struggle. “It’s okay” he replies. I back a little and notice how his left shoulder looks a little off, I focus more on it, and even though there’s almost no streetlight I can tell it’s not normal. “We should.” “No!” he interrupts me with a deep and firm voice. “I said it’s okay, just go” he tells me as he tries to pass me but falls to the floor. He cries out of pain and my heart hurts hearing him. I quickly kneel down, “I-I can’t leave you like this, let me take you to a hos.” Again he interrupts me in the same mad tone “I said no, Y/N” he repeats and I pick up an accent. “O-okay, but at least call someone, call Lee Know, or your other friend” I suggest and he nods, he tries getting up and almost loses his balance but I put my hands on his chest to keep him from falling on me. His head is lays on my shoulder and I call him out “Hey, hey, you there?” I slightly shake him, but he doesn’t verbally respond, only a small growl. “Oh gosh” I complain out loud.

Why me again. I will regret this, I will definitely regret this again… “Hey.” I wanted to call his name but I actually don’t know it? “Let’s get out of here yeah? Just help me out a little” I talk to him hopping he can hear me. We try to walk to the back door building to get us in, but when I mean we, I mean just me with this boy hanging on me on one side and my heavy handbag on the other.

A 3 minute trip to my floor and door turned into maybe a 20 minute walk “Lean on the wall for a sec” I suggest him, he keeps growling and crying from the pain as I look for my keys and open the door as fast as I can. Lucky for us my sofa was close by to the entrance. I didn’t attend to through him on the sofa but he kinda slips off my arms and falls making him cry louder “I, shit, sorry, sorry” I cover my mouth with both hands. He mumbles that it’s fine but I still feel guilty. “What’s your friend number?” I ask as I take my phone out my bag trying get ride of how bad I feel, he nods his head and turns to his right side “My phone” he says, I stand a little confused “In my, my pocket” he explains “Oh, yeah” I say obviously. I take out the mobile waiting for maybe a Samsung or an iPhone but I didn’t expect a 2004 type of phone, I frown and look at him like if he was a mad man. I want to ask what’s up with this but he talks first “Press one” he orders, I am still confused “Speed dial one” he orders again as if it was obvious what he meant, I shake my head to myself. This is not normal, this is mad. Crazy mad. I dial and wait on the tone. “Where are you, mate?” is the first thing that comes from the other side. That accent. It’s him. “Uh, I, em, your friend, he’s not okay and.” I try to explain but he interrupts me “Who the hell is this?” he questions and my heart beat speeds up “Y/N” I gulp down my saliva “Y/N” he doesn’t say it in a question, it sounded more like if he was repeating it to himself. I hear his voice in my head echoing my name in his accent. British? Australian? I try to think a little more… “Where is he?” his question pops me out of my thinking bubble “Uh, he’s with me, my apartment, I, he is bad injured, I think he’ll faint in any minute, I live, em, on Berrywood Parkway, it’s um, behind the.” I am half way in the explanation but he once again interrupts me “I know, I´ll be there shortly, keep him awake” he demands before he hangs up on me, I look at the phone no believing how rude he was right now. I inhale and look at the boy on my sofa have unconscious, I stand there looking at his face, he has a few cuts and a big bruise on his left cheek, I walk to my bathroom and get my first aid kit, I kneel close to him “I’m going to clean you up okay?” I ask softly and nods slowly.

While I clean his injuries I couldn’t stop feeling worried for him, he wasn’t older than me, and he also looks so small in some way. “Felix” he whispers, I am cleaning up his open lip and when I hear him I accidentally press on it too much, he wimps and I apologize "You said Felix?" I repeat “My name, it’s Felix” he repeats and then I notice he also has an accent, just like his friend… “I’m Y/N” I say and he chuckles “I remember you Y/N, bad ass the other day honestly” he lets out a small laugh and I smile, but soon he growls in pain again and touches his left shoulder “It’s dislocated, isn’t it?” I ask and he nods “W-what happen? Did someone try to assault you?” I ask worried for him but he shakes his head “Just don’t” he suggests me. I want to say something more, but a knock on the door and my name in the unknown accent stops me. Oh shit.

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#bang chan scenarios #stray kids mafia au #bang chan x reader #felix #yongbok #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids #part 2 #fy #saty #stay #imagine #kpop #skz bang chan #bang chan imagine #bang chan #chris #mafia #a favor #kpop imagines #my writting #fanfic #skz scenarios #Christopher

[leregirenga]

Tu en tu galaxia, a cientos de años luz me buscas entre las estrellas, entre planetas y meteoros.

Yo en mi galaxia, a la misma distancia que nos tiene alejados, que nos mantiene lejos de ambos.

Aún así, en algún momento, el universo se pondrá a nuestro favor y nos podrá unir en el espacio infinito, en el pensamiento y la mente; y podremos al fin, estar juntos y brillar con la misma intensidad.

Leregi Renga

#galaxia #cientos #años #luz #estrellas #planetas #meteoros #universo #a favor #amor #texto de amor

[ncssian]

nesta, her iron box, and finding comfort in a mountain cabin

a/n: i read an article about how women can sometimes misdiagnose the aftereffects of childhood trauma as autism and it got me missing neurodivergent nesta so i impulsively wrote this bonus scene from the early days of a favor. im not sure how well it fits with the rest of the story or if it's even in character, but if it contradicts A Favor then it can always be canon-adjacent lol

***

Nesta used to wonder whether she'd ever known true comfort in her life, or if her memories of hanging out with her childhood friends and having long conversations with her sisters were a rose-tinted lie. Even in the happiest scenes of her life, had she ever truly belonged in the story?

These old questions come back to her now as she tries to adjust to sharing a cabin with Cassian. She still feels out of place and awkward around him— she's only been here for three days, Jesus—but she can tell with every passing day that Cassian wants her to belong, desperately.

She doesn't know how to, though. As far as Nesta knows, there's always been two versions of her: the one that is forced to socialize and exist in the company of others, and the one that...

Nesta doesn't know what the other version of herself is like. That version was locked up in a dark iron box and forbidden from coming out a long time ago, and even now, when Nesta is all alone and away from prying eyes, she doesn't reopen that box. She can't. She's kept her natural instincts hidden and buried away for so long that she doesn't know how to find them again.

She worries that she's worn this mask for so long that it's glued to her face. She worries that this armor is permanently sewed to her bones. She worries that if she ever unlocks that iron box—

It will be empty.

Hollow, dark nothingness. What once held the real, original version of you now holds hollow, dark nothingness.

She inhales sharply, closes her eyes for a moment and imagines getting her brain wiped. She imagines going to sleep and waking up to a new family, one that is the opposite of dysfunctional. Words like "healthy" and "loving" float around in her brain, and everything in this makeshift dream is nice and soft and white.

If she didn't have a mother that smacked her spine with a ruler every time she slouched, would she still spend so many days in this squirmy state, feeling like her skin isn't the right fit for her body? If she had grown up somewhere quiet and peaceful, without her sisters screaming into her ear at every waking moment, would she still be unable to withstand crowds and clapping thunder?

If she hadn't been punished every time she cried as a child, would she still be living like a defective doll that couldn't react when her string was pulled?

She struggles to picture it. A Nesta without any of her signature quirks and oddities and pet peeves is no Nesta at all. She would be a Feyre or an Elain, and she finds she doesn't like that idea one bit.

"Nesta?"

She reopens her eyes to the view of evergreens and blue skies. The weather is in the midst of transitioning from summer to autumn, and she's outside on the first floor deck that lays beyond the living room windows. Between her chair and Cassian's, a round table sits holding steaming mugs of tea.

"Nesta." Cassian calls her name a second time. She blinks, suddenly embarrassed, and turns to him. "Yes?"

She doesn't like being distracted when she's deep in thought about something, but Cassian is still essentially a stranger to her, and she feels the overwhelming need to be as nice and accommodating as possible to him. If he'd been anyone else, she would have gotten irritated and found an excuse to leave the conversation and find a place to be alone.

He smiles slightly and waves a hand in front of her face. "Where did you go just now?"

"Somewhere nice," she answers honestly. And even though this cabin and this view are also nice, she wants to go back to the different family and different life she’s made up in her head.

"Ahh," he says. His smile is small and holds an emotion Nesta can’t recognize. "I’m jealous," he says, although he doesn’t look it. "I wish I could visit inside your head."

"Why would you wish that?"

He's quiet, trying to choose the right words. Finally, he shrugs. "I just have a feeling that it’s cooler than what the rest of us have going on."

It most definitely isn't. But Nesta is curious now and wants to hear more. "What do you mean?"

"Um..." He looks a lot like Nesta does when someone asks her any question beyond "how are you", like he wasn't expecting the conversation to get this far and he has no answers prepared. "When I look at you, that's just how I feel. I feel like rain ambience is always playing in your brain. Like you're always somewhere brighter and better than here. I would like to see what it's like there too, just once."

His words make something in her settle. A long-hibernating creature in her wants to peek one eye open.

"I could be wrong, of course," he rambles on. "Obviously I don't actually know what's going on in your head. But I'd—I'd like to know."

Nesta really doesn’t know how one is supposed to respond to that, so she just says, “Okay.”

She wonders if he’s disappointed like so many others that she can’t come up with a better answer. But his face is carefully unreadable save for the twitch of his mouth as he turns back to the view.

October is coming, and every nerve along Nesta’s spine takes rest for the first time since she moved in.

***

this was short but lemme add my general taglist

@rarephloxes

@moodymelanist

@arinbelle

@sayosdreams

@bridgertononmymind

@live-the-fangirl-life

@a-court-of-valkyries

@secretlovelybeauty

@humanexile

@helion-ism

@my-fan-side

@xoblivisci

@planet-faerie

@katekatpattywack

@imagine-me

@meridainthedisneyland

@jungtaekwoonie-is-life

@rainbowcheetah512

@valkyriewarriors

@loosingdreams

@chosenfamily-valkyriequeens

@perseusannabeth

@that-golden-lyre

#ncssianwrites #nesta archeron #nessian #a favor #sort of? #nesta on the spectrum sort of #the box is a metaphor for masking

[stars-and-birds]

Dana’s last ‘fuck you’ to Disney

He/they collector

Genderqueer/bi-gender papa king

TWO girlfriend kisses

Onscreen mlm kiss

Implied aladarius

a happy ending to the bi/enby couple

A happy ending to the aro/ace character

And

Death to the white Christian puritain

#Toh spoilers #the owl house spoilers #the owl house #watching and dreaming #Lumity #plus the sideline str8 relationship in favor of the gay ones! #i love huntlow but that was so great to see #raeda #clawthorne family #Willow park #Lilith clawthorne #Aladarius #papa king #10k #1k #5k #50k #edit: GUYS I KNOW HUNTLOW ISNT STRAIGHT THIS WAS BEFORE THAT INFORMATION WAS RELEASED

[dykeinthedark]

i LOVE IT WHEN REDEEMABLE CHARACTERS RELAPSE INTO THEIR OLD WAYS!!! WHEN THEY GO BACK TO THE DARK SIDE!!! TO THE FEIGNED COMFORT OF WHEN THINGS FELT GOOD!! BUT THEY LEARNED SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THEMSELVES THAT THE OLD PLACE DOESN'T TRULY FEEL AT HOME EITHER, BUT IT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO RUN TO!!!! HELLLL YEAH

#this is abt zuko obviously #but also. blackbeard ofmd. there's more examples but im hyperfixated on these silly gay shows rn #EDIT: CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT SCOTT FAVOR #MY GUY!!!!!!

[noritapost]

El Universo conspira a favor, de todos los que lo intentamos... ॐ

#universo #a favor #todos

[mega-delicatelysuperbcollector]

ASKING

Asking, not expecting a yes, Knowing that it brings a lot of stress… Asking by need No positive answer guaranteed, Going out on a limb, more-or-less! – Jonathan Caswell

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#a favor #anticipation #being responsible #by need #Caswell limericks #no guarantee #not expecting a yes

[elainiisms]

#yuri #wlw #lesbian #sapphic #gl #i favor the villainess #bloom into you #asagao to kase san #tamen de gushi #the guy she was interested in wasn't a guy at all #handsome girl and sheltered girl #relationship guidelines #she is still cute today #adachi to shimamura #revolutionary girl utena #can't defy the lonely girl #otherside picnic #elainposting

[mumblesplash]

i know it’s like years old at this point but i love that one collab mumbo and grian did with tommyinnit bc it’s like the single most concentrated example i’ve seen of mumbo’s Chaos Nullification Powers

you get to see a bit of it on hermitcraft, mostly via his interactions with grian, but until seeing that collab it didn’t really hit me just how completely mumbo can no-sell other people’s attempts to control a situation. tommyinnit is possibly the single shoutiest, most chaotic minecraft youtuber out there, and in most videos i’ve seen he pretty much overwhelms everyone else and sets the tone for interactions because of this. but mumbo just. doesn’t let him. no matter how much tommy escalates in intensity, mumbo reacts with *exactly* the same energy he always does. grian largely comes across in the whole video as annoyed and reluctant to engage with the whole thing, but mumbo’s not even affected. he just rolls with anything he finds funny and basically ignores anything he disapproves of, only seeming more and more unflappable the harder anyone tries to get a rise out of him.

AND imo, this is the key to my favorite interpretation of him as a character

see, when the people around him are being more reasonable/calm, i think mumbo often comes across as anxious and a bit easily overwhelmed. the thing is, his nervous wet cat vibes do not scale. he has one setting. his responses to the last life ‘ah-ha!’ jokes and to hermitcraft 8 starting to crumble to pieces under a falling moon are almost identical.

mumbo jumbo is inexorably and eternally Just Some Guy, but that gets stranger and stranger the weirder his surroundings become. the giggly incredulousness that makes him an easy target for goofy puns looks Very different when it’s also his reaction to the impending end of the world.

#anyway yeah i have this whole idea in my head about mumbo’s friendship with grian from a characterization standpoint #bc i agree with the somewhat? common consensus that being friends with mumbo has made grian softer and friendlier over time #but i don’t think it was in a ‘reflecting back the kindness he’s being shown’ way #i think it’s because the more harsh and chaotic you try to be towards mumbo the more you feel ineffectual and out of control #and grian can’t handle it so he slowly becomes nicer until he feels like they’re on equal footing again #like don’t get me wrong i think they genuinely are good friends #and i don’t think this is necessarily something mumbo is doing on purpose #but i think the power dynamic going on under the surface is much more bizarre and weighted in mumbo’s favor than it seems at first glance #mumbling

[leregirenga]

Vibrando con el viento a favor, la poesía en la punta de los dedos, los sueños en la mente, la imaginación desbordada y el canto en los labios.

Bailando con los sueños, cantando los versos de mi alma, declarando con la prosa lo que dicta mi corazón...

Sigo volando, sigo surcando entre verdes prados y cielos claros, imaginando que todo es posible y que más allá de la distancia, la lejanía nos esperan cosas maravillosas y extraordinarias.

Leregi Renga

#vibrando #viento #a favor #poesía #punta #dedos #sueños #mente #imaginación #desbordada #texto en español

[ncssian]

I love rereading A Favor, it was so good, but as they say, all things come to an end. Just a question how did you come up with the second chance trope for elucien? I love it, I don't remember ever reading an elucien fic with it. Can't wait to read yours! Have a nice day! <3

thanks so much for this ask! i was originally going to make elriel happen in the background with their secret dating plotline or whatever, not bc i wanted to but bc i thought canon would only go in that direction. but then acosf came out and gwynriel was introduced so i was like hmm maybe elucien has a chance, and elain and lucien were already written as exes in AF at that point so i decided that they’d get back together one day

#a favor #ncssian asks #elucien

[carolinareyestorres]

#evelyn matthei #nueva constitucion #a favor #en contra #plebiscito #plebiscito chileno #derecha chilena #ultra derecha chilena #kast #kastitucion

[redysetdare]

The response to "ace people are just virgins who can't get laid!" Shouldn't be "ace people can still have sex!" but instead " being a virgin isn't a bad thing."

The response to "aro people are just heartless freaks!" Shouldn't be "aro people can still feel love!" And instead be "not feeling love or other emotions doesn't make you a bad person."

Instead of pushing the idea that aspec people can be "normal like allos" we should instead be trying to normalize aspec experiences. Yes aspec people can be normal because aspec identities are normal. Some aros fall in love. some aces have sex. but they should not be the only valid aspec experiences. We should not use these experiences to make the aspec identity more palatable to amatonormativity and allos.

#text #aro #ace #aroace #aromantic #asexual #aspec #acespec #arospec #ik i made a similar post to this recently but i feel this one better words what i wanted to say with that one #ill leave the other posted but heres a more worded version ig #basically stop theowing repulsed and non partnering ppl under the bus #dont only validate favorable and partnering experiences when fighting aphobia #we are here too

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[stuckinapril]

please take everything you read with a grain of salt. misinformation spreads everywhere like wildfire, and i've been having major trouble wading through false journalism to get actual updates on everything. some resources i've compiled for myself and anyone who's interested:

fact sheet: israel and palestine conflict (october 2023)

live updates - intense israeli bombardments strike gaza as the war rages on

live updates - israel plans to step up attacks on the gaza strip

little light, no beds, not enough anesthesia: a view from the 'nightmare' of gaza's hospitals

what international law has to say about the israel-hamas war

a dangerous new phase in the israeli-palestinian conflict - expert commentary by the foreign policy research institute (FPRI)

the global conflict tracker (israeli-palestinian conflict)

the arab-israeli war of 1948

the 1967 arab-israeli war

the 1973 arab-israeli war

dr. ghassan abu sitta is a doctor on-site who's also been reporting about the atrocities transpiring in gaza.

also some palestinian aid orgs to donate to. if you have some money to spare/know anyone who does, please consider donating/spreading the word:

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

medical aid for palestine

gaza emergency appeal

donate to arab.org with one click

the middle east children's alliance gaza emergency fund

help UNRWA USA reach their palestinian aid fundraiser goal

#gaza #palestine #resources #*updating this soon… needs to be pared down + all twitter links r getting taken out in favor of more credible sources #palestine master list