[kaevrse]

☆ BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

☆ hello!! i'm lily — 20s, she/her prns

☆ this is my multifandom side blog for reblogging fics, gifs, fanarts, random posts, etc...

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☆ if you're below 18 or your blog doesn't have an age indicator, don't interact with the n$fw content here or i will have to block you

☆ rules + dni criteria (from my main blog, just scroll down)

☆ my main blog : @kaelily

🍉 AID FOR GAZA

[save-the-child-qamar]

I write to you with a broken heart: I will not forget those who see my plea and ignore it. My child is withering away before my eyes, and my strength as a mother is no longer enough to save him alone. Please—help me, share, and donate now. Don't let your silence cause me to lose my child.

[save-the-child-qamar]

My child lives in a tent lacking the most basic necessities, in harsh conditions unsuitable for his health. With each passing day, his suffering increases and his health is put at greater risk. Every moment that passes means more pain for him. Please, your donation could be the reason his life is saved.

[save-the-child-qamar]

I am a mother appealing to your compassionate hearts not to leave my child alone in this battle. If you are unable to donate, your contribution may reach someone who can help. Compassion works miracles, and one donation today could give my child a chance to live tomorrow.

GoFundMe - Verified #53

[save-the-child-qamar]

Please, donate to my child today - your kindness may ease his pain and give him a new chance at life.

[hazemsuhail]

WAIT... A life depends on your kindness today 💔

[hazemsuhail]

My brother Samer is racing against time. From a life-threatening coma due to a lack of bipolar medication to severe injuries from a devastating bombing. He is now caught between waiting for urgent medical travel and struggling to survive on limited medications. full story

[hazemsuhail]

I am not ready to say goodbye. Please, don’t let Samer’s story end here. Share and contribute to save his life!

[hazemsuhail]

WAIT… please don’t scroll

A small donation or even a share could save him. 🙏

Vetted! #75 on @gazavetters , #171 on PaliLiberation

[hazemsuhail]

Please help save Samer from death. 🫂🙏💙

[dreamers-de-ath]

Please! Help Samer by donating! If you are unable to, at least - like, comment and share this post!

[hazemsuhail]

Samer is still waiting for a chance to survive.

Please don’t stop sharing or supporting him. Every act of kindness matters. 🙏💔

[karlmarxmaybe]

URGENT!! $700 NEEDED IN A WEEK TO SAVE A BABY!!

Chuffed link

Raneen, @a00h2, is my friend. She is trapped in Gaza, Palestine, with her family. She lost everything in the bombings and is now in poverty and homelessness. Her 1-year-old baby is in a respirator; he has very dangerous lung cancer and she needs to pay $700 more before the 2nd of May to get his treatment. My friend doesn't have that money. She can't help him alone. Please, I beg of you, don't just reblog. Donate, whatever you can. $40, $20, $10, $5, whatever you can, it will all be useful. Thank you so much.

Her account is vetted by @90-ghost here, by @gazavetters (#576) , and by @bilal-salah0. This Chuffed fundraiser goes directly to her; for transparency, you can dm @a00h2 if you want to confirm it.

PLEASE, HELP MY FRIENDS' BABY LIVE!!

$3,900/$4,600

ONLY $700 NEEDED!!

[samah-2]

Hello my friends 🤍

It’s been a while since I last posted, and that doesn’t mean I no longer need your support. Life’s pressures, exhausting daily details, and weak internet have kept me from posting.

Please don’t forget my campaign. Your support and sharing mean everything to me and give hope for my family and children.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who stands by me 🙏🤍

My campaign is verified by @bilal-sala7

Donation Link

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[samah-2]

Every hour here feels heavier than the one before , we are doing our best just to survive

Please donate if you can, or share this so it reaches someone who can help.

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[virovac]

Bilal Salah is a Palestinian blogger who tries to find and support legitimate campaigns and has his own list on his blog.

Please help nothing in a while

Please share/reblog, and maybe donate if you can. DM @/virovac if want to be removed @canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit @ca314159bara

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[havetimewillgive]

Please share/reblog, and maybe donate if you can. DM @/virovac if want to be removed @murducks @valeeeez @xx-shrimp-shagger-xx @s0dabeach @erismourn @spatialflowers @sunstar-of-the-north @saturnineevangelion @emochihas @quinny-bee @meenawrites @youroomwasquare @planetyardium @qu33rcommunist @asphodel-lumos @crimsonthehuman @creez-un-compte @burpleb3rri3s @sombraofrps @mochiiknees @miinamalist @medievalspecs @flowerycoffin @pezji @werewolf-femboy-maid @haunted-pool-noodle @anliafail @kaevrse @maminari @may-ihavesome-bubbletea @nikov @marcuspierce @justnerdystuffs @thefoolatyourside @butcherhog @captain-alex-grayson @decayingskullfox @pseuglam @psych0t1c-bread @psychotrenny @gezellig @chronicallyhomoerotic @aspiring-apparition @lathefandom @3t22 @cupoteahatter @benefetta287328 @carcarcarson

[anas-fromgaza]

Donate to a family from Gaza

And while this is happening while people are buried under rubble, while children freeze in tents, while entire families vanish overnight powerful men sit comfortably and present plans for a “New Gaza.”

Clean slides. Perfect buildings. Investment numbers. A future imagined without the people who are currently being erased.

They talk about peace while bombs are still falling. They talk about rebuilding while destruction is ongoing. They draw maps over land that is soaked with blood and call it hope.

The ceasefire is a lie.

What’s happening is ethnic cleansing, repackaged with the language of development and diplomacy. You cannot build a “new” city by destroying the people who belong to it. You cannot promise a future while actively killing the present.

This isn’t peace. It’s violence with better branding.

Today, three journalists were killed in a single airstrike.

Not soldiers. Not fighters. Journalists. People who believed that if they kept documenting, if they kept filming, if they kept writing, the world would eventually care.

In Gaza, telling the truth has become one of the most dangerous things you can do. Holding a camera is treated like holding a weapon. Every photo risks your life. Every report could be your last.

They had names. Families. People waiting for them to come home. They were not numbers, and they were not mistakes. They were silenced because truth is inconvenient, because images expose what statements try to hide.

When journalists are killed, it’s not just lives that are lost it’s evidence. It’s memory. It’s the last barrier between reality and denial.

…

Donations for GAZA

This donation campaign is for ANAS family. Not for strangers, not for a cause I’m distant from but for the people who raised me, the people I love, the people I’m terrified of losing.

They are in Gaza, trying to survive something no human being should ever have to endure. Constant bombardment, displacement, hunger, fear, and the feeling that tomorrow is never guaranteed. Every day is about staying alive one more night.

If you choose to help, you are not donating to an abstract crisis. You are helping real people with names, memories, and lives that matter to me more than anything.

If you can’t donate, please reblog. Visibility is sometimes the only protection we have left.❤️

Some accounts are tagged to help people see this campaign. It’s not spam. If you don’t want to participate, simply scroll.

[0ammarfmily]

Helb Samah and Ammar

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Please, I am asking your kind hearts that have supported me a lot to stand by me until the end.🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏💔

Please Help Me Save My Baby Amar.IAmar’s mother, and my baby is only He is one and a half years old. But he's already been through more pain than most adults.💔🍉🙏🙏🙏

Amar was born with a seriously weak heart. His doctors say he urgently needs surgery to implant a heart battery — a device that could save his life.😭😭🙏

But we can't do the surgery yet. We have to wait until we can travel to Egypt. Until then, Amar depends on weekly medications and temporary treatments just to keep him alive.💔

We need We need your donations every week for his care — and I have no support, no donations, no one but kind hearts like yours.🙏🙏🙏🙏💔

As a mother, I’m begging… please don’t let my baby fade away.😭😭🙏💔

Donate to Help Samah and Ammar Find Safety in Egypt, organized by Macy Boulahcaine

I’m here raising funds for my friend Samah whose son Ammar was born three m… Macy Boulahcaine needs your support for Help Samah and Ammar Fi

Every dollar, every share, makes a difference.

Help me keep Amar alive ⁦🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

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[murderbot]

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[dyken]

help me and wife stay afloat please !!!! we need food

i ran out of my MEDS, food and water gas is still off we cannot cook only microwave and very simple stuff they still havent put it on after leakage test am desperate for a time of rest been doing stuff months stressful alot after tension built up and grandfather passed away, i got sick, relapsed, and my ptsd is acting up very poorly i need help i have not been eating well due to stretching groceries as far as they go and im dehydrated because not able to drink water

you can check kofi and ppal also my vetted links please share this and help if u have means to even a kind word, a reblog or a 1$ will help us!!! im a disabled lesbian and trans person from third world !!! anything helps !!! please !!!!!!!! have not eaten all day!!!!!!

[virovac]

I made the vetting compilation post!

Offering portraits and phone screensavers

portfolio screenshots

Please share/reblog, and maybe donate if you can. DM @/virovac if want to be removed @a-shade-of-blue @sunnylittledragon 

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[havetimewillgive]

Please share/reblog, and maybe donate if you can. DM @/virovac if want to be removed @murducks @valeeeez @xx-shrimp-shagger-xx @s0dabeach @erismourn @spatialflowers @sunstar-of-the-north @saturnineevangelion @emochihas @quinny-bee @meenawrites @youroomwasquare @planetyardium @qu33rcommunist @asphodel-lumos @crimsonthehuman @creez-un-compte @burpleb3rri3s @sombraofrps @mochiiknees @miinamalist @medievalspecs @flowerycoffin @pezji @werewolf-femboy-maid @haunted-pool-noodle @anliafail @kaevrse @maminari @may-ihavesome-bubbletea @nikov @marcuspierce @justnerdystuffs @thefoolatyourside @butcherhog @captain-alex-grayson @decayingskullfox @pseuglam @psych0t1c-bread @psychotrenny @gezellig @chronicallyhomoerotic @aspiring-apparition @karkatvantasistrans @3t22 @cupoteahatter @benefetta287328 @carcarcarson

[raafatfamily2025m-deactivated20]

I BEG YOU DONT SKIP🚨

Desperate Plea: A Call For Relife‼️ 🥀

Please help me, I need Medicines😭

Unfortunately, the Palestinian Ministry of Health has announced the suspension of chemotherapy, intravenous therapy, and medical follow-up services for cancer patients in the Gaza Strip. Eleven thousand cancer patients in Gaza, And I am one of them, I do not receive any treatmentand are at risk of death. I need you, I desperately need you, to be able to leave Gaza and pay for travel and treatment.

“I ran out of medication, I'm so tired, I can barely stand on my feet,and I need chemotherapy urgently“

Please click on this link to see the condition of my foot

I am Raafat, 38 years old, from Gaza, a father of three. I die a little every day from the pain, the anguish, and the injustice. I have lost everything in this war: my home, my job, and my health. If you could see how my children and I live in Gaza, you wouldn't believe that a human being could endure all these horrors and still survive! If I were a rock, I would shatter; if I were a sea, I would evaporate; if I were a mountain, I would crumble; if I were iron, I would melt! But whoever perseveres, God will grant them patience.

I suffer from a malignant disease (CANCER) A synovial sarcoma (also known as malignant synovioma) is a rare form of cancer which occurs primarily in the extremities of the arms or legs, often in proximity to joint capsules and tendon sheaths. It is a type of soft-tissue sarcoma

Report proves the necessity of traveling abroad to receive treatment

I need surgery and medication. I can't get the necessary treatment in Gaza. Every day I go without treatment, the cancer continues to spread in my body, so I desperately need money for treatment and travel. If you help me achieve my goal, you will be saving the life of an entire family, not just Raafat. Don't let this family, which has already lost so much, lose their father.

My house that was destroyed by the Israeli occupation

Donation link

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$10 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #616 )✅️

verified by @bilal-sala7 ✅️ ( #36 )

[nosagaza1]

Time Running out 🙏🙏 💔💔

Please donate if you can and reblog

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[kemafili]

My son egg n his brother cheese

[ugly-bouquet]

are they not both your sons? Why is Cheese not given the son title.

[kemafili]

I dont ljke him

[fairuzfan]

How to Help the People of Sudan?

Sudan is currently undergoing a brutal war that has left more than 12,000 people dead, more than 5.8 million internally displaced and m

Barana Hanabneiho Organisation (BHO)

Darfur Women Action Group (DWAG)

Hadhreen (7adhreen)

Nas Al Sudan

Sadagaat Charity Organisation

Sudanese American Medical Association (SAMA)

Sudanese American Physicians Association (SAPA)

Sudanese Diaspora Network (SDN)

Sudan Tarada Initiative and Save Al Geneina Initiative by Sadiea

Sudanese Red Crescent Society (SRCS)

Sudan Solidarity Collective (SSC)

Takaful Organisation

[pridewishes]

♔ || SETHOS ICONS

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like / rb + credit + read dni if using

requested by anon !!

[smashingorpassing]

some organizations working on the ground in gaza right now

gaza soup kitchen

the sameer project

salam charity

watermelon relief

[cl0udiesunday]

please help spread this,Indonesians that are speaking up are actively being silenced.if you didn't know,Indonesians are protesting against their own government but instead of listening they decided to silence us by shutting down TikTok live in Indonesia since people are updating about the protest through there.Now the police are being told to harm the very same people they are supposed to protect. No one is safe. Recently,on 28th of August a 21 year old delivery driver named Affan Kurniawan was struck by a police vehicle not once but TWICE.the police vehicle stopped for a moment and ran him over again,what baffles me the most is that they said it was an "accident".there was also a video where one of the polices in the car was caught saying " Tabrak aja"(just hit them).people said that multiple people were also struck by the Police vehicle but I don't know if its true or not.recently in Jakarta mass shootings are actively happening,there were teenagers that got hit and died some weren't even joining in the protest.the police are also attacking the medical teams and journalists even though there's a rule to never harm or attack them.all of this isnt entirely the polices fault,it's mostly the politicians that ordered them to do it.it was also said that some of the d3ad bodies were even thrown into the lake.

Please pray for us and help spread this.

Like I said,Indonesians are actively being silenced about this situation.they are even planning to cut off the internet and electricity so whenever you try to record what's going on you will hardly be able to see anything.

I will add some hashtags to help spread this.

[runawaycarouselhorse]

Please help the family of a non-verbal autistic child (who has been losing weight because he only eats certain kinds of food, largely unavailable during this time) leave Gaza!

Help Aser and his family evacuate Gaza, organized by Mohammed Alassar

Hello, my name is Mohammed Alassar, currenlty living in Sweden and I am fundra… Mohammed Alassar needs your support for Help Aser and his fa

[butchhatred]

As of editing this (april 29) they have exceeded the goal but i assume they could always use the extra money

[ahmadwaleed55]

🌍 Gaza is starving to death — and the world must not stay silent.

❗This is not just a headline. It’s our reality.

No food. No medicine. No safe place left.

We cry out in every language, hoping someone hears us:

غزة تموت جوعاً

Gaza is starving to death

Gaza meurt de faim

Gaza se muere de hambre

Gaza verhungert

Gaza sta morendo di fame

Газа умирает от голода

加沙正在饿死

ガザは飢えで死にかけている

가자는 굶어 죽어가고 있다

Gazze açlıktan ölüyor

गाज़ा भूख से मर रहा है

Gaza está morrendo de fome

Gaza sekarat karena kelaparan

غزہ بھوک سے مر رہا ہے

غزه از گرسنگی در حال مرگ است

Η Γάζα πεθαίνει από την πείνα

Gaza svälter ihjäl

🆘 Please don’t scroll past this.

Every share, every donation, every voice counts.

Donate to Help Gaza Families Secure Essential Needs, organized by Ahmad W

Dear Esteemed Donors, My name is Ahmad , and I am a 14-year-old resident of Khan Yo… Ahmad W needs your support for Help Gaza Families Secu

Vetted!!!

(#167 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi) (but we had to make a new gfm campaign cuz our old organizer stopped contacting us).

# dlxxv-vetted-donations

[porcelainbirdss]

one for luck, one for…

summary: in which your friend Phainon decided to play with your hair just before the bell rings — and by some miracle, your deepest covets became satiated.

cw: fem!reader, fem!Phainon, modern au, fluff, Phainon is kinda a mean girl so probably ooc, she’s crushing hard on reader, possessiveness. || wc: 2.7k

"oh, [name]! do you sit here now?" Phainon inquired, her lips stretched into a wide smile as she took in your form, trying to organize your stuff. the bell would ring in about fifteen minutes — and your teacher was always ever so strict, so you preferred to have your notebooks and pencil-case neatly placed — just in case.

you nodded, trying to form your expression into something cordial — the girl was… well, how do you say this? one of the popular ones, while you were more of a pushover, letting your wits be used by others. however, no matter how Phainon might have appeared, she never once tried to use you — if anything, she would be the one giving you answers during quizzes while you found yourself lacking in information, or helping you when the teacher asked you to answer in front of the whole class.

you didn’t understand the girl — of course, what she was doing was utterly kind, but out of all those people she could have chosen — why you?

"yes, that’s my place now." you answered politely, returning her smile as you fidgeted with your pen. for whatever reason, whenever she lied her blue, bright irises on you, you felt a tingle of something foreign spring up in your gut.

Phainon beamed, immediately taking her seat behind you. "finally, that teach made a good decision for once." she hummed, leaning to talk to you over the clamor, "i don’t know about you, but i honestly don’t like him. he’s so stuck up, isn’t he?"

you nodded along to her words, continuing to spin the pen between your fingers, thinking that perhaps this mere action could take your mind off of the way her lips glistened, coated in a thick layer or lipgloss — or how her eyelashes fluttered so sweetly, obviously painted with mascara. "yeah. he’s a pain." you admitted — or rather lied, because you didn’t truly feel as if mr. Anaxa was all that bad.

your classmate giggled briefly in response, twirling the lock of fair hair around her finger. "totally. see? at least you agree with me." she said, the corners of her lips stretching even further upwards, "ugh, always so much homework, and projects…"

with a barely-audible laugh, you nodded once more, allowing yourself to lean over her desk. you noticed her notebooks — clean, and dainty — and you wondered why she loved complaining about school so much. it’s not as if she was struggling, right?

"i wouldn’t mind if he could cut us some slack for once." you murmured, glancing over to the man busying himself with something on his laptop. if he heard you, you’d surely regret ever saying such words — but mr. Anaxa seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing, his vision keen on the screen.

Phainon tapped her nails on the wooden surface, drawing your attention back in. "maybe he’s not that bad? i mean, the new sitting plan is pretty good.” she mused, gently reaching over to your hair. you felt yourself shudder at the careful touch. "personally, i am happy. how about you?"

"yeah— yeah, me too." you stammered, wincing at how awkward that came out. the girl didn’t seem to mind, raking her fingers through your locks.

when you pulled closer to her, you could smell her perfume — you wouldn’t know exactly, as it was pretty hard to discern, but she smelled of jasmine. "you’ve got such nice hair…" Phainon swiftly changed the topic, her eyes meeting yours before she gave you a little tug, urging to turn your head. you did as she pleased.

"oh, um… you think so?" you huffed out a nervous chuckle, sitting upright in your chair. why was she always so kind to you, while she preferred to snarl at others? honestly, it remained a mystery — how Phainon always doted on you, pleaded to be your pair during group-projects, offered her brand lipsticks (which’s prices you were too afraid to even ask about), sat with you during lunch, and many, many more occurrences.

truth be told — there is no point in trying to guess her intentions. Phainon was your school friend, and for that, you were grateful — the scale of bullying you were experiencing ever since the start definitely lessened, and whenever someone tried to do as much as look at you the wrong way, they’d meet with her tight smile. it was usually enough to chase the bully away — although if they were still feeling feisty, Phainon would… well, verbally obliterate them. you seriously don’t know how she always came up with such brutal remarks on the spot.

"mhm." she hummed beside your ear, her breath tingling your nape. "it’s no wonder he has a crush on you. you’re stunning."

another thing she liked to do — complimenting you to the point where you’d be left stumbling over your words, face flushed.

"ah, don’t… he surely doesn’t." you giggled under your breath, your vision flickering over to the boy standing on the other side of the classroom. it became pretty obvious — even to your oblivious self — that he was somewhat interested in you. sometimes, when you had nothing better to do, you’d try to daydream about how lovely it would be to finally have that school love, and a boyfriend. it was a popular topic in all those movies targeted for teenagers, and so you yearned for the feeling too.

except, whenever you tried to imagine him kissing you, the boy’s image always distorted, shifting into a familiar face of Phainon, gently cupping your cheeks, and smiling at you so, so sweetly. her lips would surely feel good on yours, no? she must take care of them, because they’re smooth, and glistening with those lipglosses she loved using. oh, and her hands too — the slender, long fingers curling around your jaw, freshly smothered in balm, painted nails digging into your flesh. the intoxicating scent of jasmine would encompass all your senses before the girl pulls you into her lap, and then—

wait, what are you even thinking about?

Phainon caressed your hair with her comb, attempting to make a small braid. "don’t be silly. he ogles you all the time, [name]." she snickered lowly, tugging a knot out, "i have to admit, he has taste."

you shifted in your chair, wishing you could look at her face, and see the expression she was making. "you think so?"

"totally." she answered, her long fingernails raking through your scalp, and you had to physically stop yourself from shivering. "i mean, i guess he’s hot, but… he’s not good for you. you deserve someone way better."

your hands clenched around nothing. "why? what’s up with him?" you questioned, wondering why someone as polite as him could be a wrong match for you. the boy never came off as vicious, nor rude — at least to you.

"ah, you know," Phainon began, making another loose braid, "he likes to play nice, and all that, but he’s an asshole in reality. manipulates everyone he can." she explained, and you felt her hands briefly clench around your locks. "what a fucking jerk, trying to make my best friend his another victim."

your shoulders tensed upon her seething tone, and your heart seemed to hammer even harder now, beating at your ribs with fervor. Phainon considered you her best friend? that was… well, you thought of her the same way — maybe because she was the only one you had, but still. truthfully, you didn’t expect it — nor the disdain in her words.

"if you say so, then i’ll just—" you paused, mulling over your sentence, "if he tries to make a move, i’ll tell him to get lost. how’s that?"

that evoked a cheery laugh out of Phainon, and the amount of warmth involuntarily swelling up in your chest caused you to giggle along. "that’s my girl. every single boy can go to hell."

"every single one?" you mused lightheartedly, leaning into her touch.

you didn’t see her face, but could easily discern the smile in her voice. "yeah. we don’t need them, right?" she said, separating the next stand of hair to make yet another small braid.

you nodded, and found yourself pondering — could Phainon also be…? it’s not like you had a crush on her, no, absolutely not! but still, her words made you feel that foolish glimmer of hope, and then you weren’t sure how you truly felt about your friend. aren’t you utterly pathetic, for dreaming of her being with you, and no one else? and gods, aren’t you stupid for wishing that her tender demeanor towards you meant something more?

a short moment of silence passed before Phainon spoke again. "anyway, what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked casually, brushing a part of your hair to the side.

"nothing much." you admitted, shrugging.

"really?" she beamed, and you thought you loved how good happiness looked on the girl (or rather sounded, because you still couldn’t see her face). "well, i got invited to a party, but honestly i don’t feel like going. what do you say we go to the mall together?"

you chuckled quietly, suddenly embarrassed for whatever reason. "we could, but… i ran out of money, and my parents don’t want to give me allowance."

(the reason why you were absolutely broke right now was because Phainon’s birthday was coming up, and you spent a horrendous amount on the gift — but that’s out of the topic).

"don’t worry, [name], i can treat you!" she assured, hovering over the desk to look at your expression. "it’s really no problem for me."

"but—"

"oh, we will go to that new clothing shop they opened recently!" Phainon interrupted, a habit of hers that showed up whenever she got excited, "not to sound rude, or anything, but you definitely need a new outfit. i will choose it for you, okay?"

you craned your neck to look at her face, and almost passed out from the way her bright eyes crinkled in the corners, a wide grin stretching her lips. when Phainon allowed herself to let go of that slightly mean facade, she truly looked like an angel sent from above.

"alright, we can do that." you returned her smile, pushing away the wave of guilt threatening to creep up on you. seriously, you’ll have to beg your parents for another sum of pocket money, because there was no way you’d use her like that.

then, another girl came up to your desks, looming over Phainon. she was one of your classmates — personally, you didn’t like her, but she seemed quite close to your friend, so you decided against voicing your dismay out loud. "hey, Phainon, are you and [name] going to the mall this weekend?"

"yeah, we are." Phainon answered bluntly, still yet to pull away from you.

"can i go with you? i didn’t get invited to that party, unlike you, so frankly i have nothing better to do." she hummed, and you wanted to endlessly berate yourself for the sting of something ugly in your heart. still, it was supposed to be your outing, with no one else! why was she bumping into your business?

Phainon’s eyebrows arched upwards, and her beaming expression fell. "no, you can’t."

"but—" the girl attempted to protest, before your friend quickly glanced at her phone’s screen — three minutes until the bell rings. then, she stood up, grabbing your wrist, and pulled you out of your chair.

"i said what i said.” she barked at the girl, taking wide steps towards the door. as you walked out of the classroom, she leaned into your side, a scornful look adorning her face. "ugh, who does she think she is?" she murmured, her eyebrows narrowing together.

you allowed Phainon to tug you along, trying to keep up with her hasty pace. the amount of relief you felt at that moment was indescribable — and, no matter how awful that might sound, you felt satisfied with how she brutally turned that girl down. "but aren’t you two friends?" you spoke, entering the bathroom.

"well, yeah." Phainon rolled her eyes, opening one of the cabins, and pulling you in. you didn’t question her actions. she then rummaged through her bag, and upon failing to find whatever thing she was searching for, she let out a resigned sigh. "i mean— no, no she’s not. she acts as if we’re close, or something, but she’s a goddamn parasite."

you nodded stiffly. "okay."

"plus,” Phainon continued, taking a single step towards you, "i know you don’t like her. it’s pretty obvious, to be honest." she reached for your palm, giving it a squeeze, and you felt as if the ground opened up, promising to swallow you whole.

your blood pressure immediately spiked, and you wanted to simultaneously bolt out of the bathroom, and render the distance between you both. she was so close — so unbelievably close, you could smell the jasmine, and clearly see how her mouth curled up, smothered in that thick coat of makeup. you loved it, but at the same time wished Phainon would stop wearing it so much. she was a natural beauty, after all.

upon your lack of answer, she spoke again. "anyway, i want to go out just with you. understand? so don’t you dare invite anyone else." she whispered, her blue irises flickering over to your lips. you vividly sensed the girl’s fingers clenching harder around your hand, effectively knocking the words out of your throat.

just what was going on?

"uh, i—"

before you could finish your clumsy trail of thought, Phainon’s lips suddenly met with yours — you breathed in sharply through your nose, squeezing her palm back. the kiss was chaste, and quick, but you were completely sure if not for the grip she had on you, your knees would buckle, making you collapse on the floor.

it felt exactly as you thought it would — maybe even better. she was so soft, yet decisive, and your mind went blank with the contact. you couldn’t believe it was happening, because stuff like that only occurred in your deepest dreams — but your current situation was very much real, and you could fly up with the sheer amount of joy.

then, she pulled away, taking in your breathless form with her half-lidded eyes, snickering lowly. "wh-what was that…?" you found yourself asking dumbly, staring at her with wonder.

Phainon shrugged, her features shifting into something friendlier — and perhaps more coy, if you squinted. "this one was for luck.” she said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"luck— luck?" you stammered out, still too dazed to think properly.

that evoked another giggle out of her. "don’t tell me you forgot about the quiz we’re going to take now?"

you blinked once, twice, and the cogs in your brain turned, finally catching up — oh no, you really did forget, didn’t you? and at this point, you’re going to be late for class!

"maybe…?" you muttered, your vision flickering between everything, but her.

Phainon clicked her tongue, her free hand moving to grasp your chin. she pulled closer again, her mouth brushing against yours, and you thought your whole body was made out of cotton. perhaps you wouldn’t mind being late.

"one for luck, one for…" she breathed, her lips almost — almost closing around yours, but the irritably loud sound of the ringing bell caused you both to jolt. you bit your tongue in surprise, snapped out of the moment.

the girl let go of you, taking a step back with a sheepish smile, so unlike her. "sorry, [name], i— i think i got carried away." she chuckled, raking her fingers through her hair.

you immediately shook your head, trying to ignore the sting on your cheeks. you really must look like a fool right now. "no, i didn’t mind. actually, i… Phainon, i think i—"

your surge of courage got quickly dimmed by the rather obnoxious knock on the stall’s door. you winced along with your friend, exchanging troubled looks.

"girls, the break’s over! get out of the cabin, and go to class!" a voice on the other side called, and you couldn’t help but sigh in utter defeat.

Phainon leaned to you, opening the door. "we’ll finish later. don’t worry." she winked at you teasingly, a mischievous smirk growing on her lips before she stepped out, muttering some apologies to the cleaning lady.

you gaped at her, dumbfounded — and maybe you’d continue to stand frozen, if not for the woman’s stern words, nagging you to move. with reluctance, you followed in tow, trying your best not to trip over your wobbly legs.

there was no way you will pass that quiz.