#kristina pink

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[collageofnudes]

Kristina Makarova (Kris Strange)

part 2 / 9 (part 1 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9)

[sudaul]

[forcedfemme-me]

Kristina Salinovic - SALVATORE FERRAGAMO leather pants

[models-photoshoots]

Aleksandra Smelova (aka Alex Lolly or Sasha) - 📷 Alisa Verner, for Style Wanderlust , makeup Kristina Galichina

part 2 / 6 (part 1 (mature), part 3 (mature) , part 4 (mature) , part 5 , part 6)

IG -> _alisa.verner , alex_lolly_ , galichina_kristina , stylewanderlustusa

www -> alisaverner.com - gallery

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kristina alekseenko

[dozydawn]

Kristina Shinkariuk and Kirill Pavlov Tango at the BRNO Open, 2021.

[paolo-streito-1264]

Kristina Makeeva. Pink Mosque, Iran.

[collageofnudes]

Kristina Makarova (Kris Strange)

part 3 / 9 (part 1 , part 2 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9)

[sudaul]

[saucyjothoughts]

🌼 i was literally just in your inbox talking about feminized kris but the nacekris got to me. bless you saucy its one of my favorite ships. i realise this is pretty long to drop in your ask box so i apologize if thats bad etiquette - i got carried away

i imagine theyre in the london apartment. kris thinks hes all alone putting his get up on. for all intents and purposes, hes supposed to be. nace just comes home earlier because he realises hes forgotten his metro card.

its a set he found in london, on his way back from his photoshoot with damon. he stopped at the mall just to pick up shampoo, he swears, but on the way to the pharmacy he passes the lingerie store.

he actually gasps seeing it in the window. its extremely pretty. innocent in the dirtiest way possible. pretty and pink, and mostly see through, a little bow with a pearl in the middle of the knot right above where his cock would sit in the panties. the bralette is a bandeau with no sponge padding but still the sort hed shove his pecs into and the way the elastic bands at the top and bottom would crowd them would turn them into small handfuls.

he stares as he passes it and is distracted through his entire pharmacy trip. he picks up the wrong shampoo and realises as hes queuing for the checkout, twice, and almost forgets to pick up the cough drops jure asked for. he tries to pay with the wrong card and lets out a string of colorful slovene as it declines and he has to pick out the correct one. he apologizes to the cashier for the inconveniece as he punches his pin in, and she makes a joke about him being distracted with valentines day coming up. he swears all of his blood leaves his brain and his legs and arms as he blushes scarlet and stutters something like an agreement, which just makes the cashier giggle more.

he does stop for the set. somewhere between the pharmacy and the store something in his brain breaks fundamentally, he guesses, and its like the dial on his self control is a level pushed so hard it cant be unstuck ever again. he walks in and gets help from a sales assistant. he tells her a pretty story about his girl named tina (conveniently leaving out how that comes from kristina), and their planned trip to his hometown for valentines day, and really he just wants to surprise her so bad with the set in the window she saw the other day.

he thinks the lever on his self control mightve unstuck when he gets to checking out, but he spots some almost entirely transparent stockings and it becomes apparent said lever might never become work normally again. but you dont understand, theyre so beautiful, theyd look like theres just a line down the back of his legs. thank fucking god he knows his measurements, he thinks not for the first time. a lifetime of getting pants tailored for his longs legs is good for just the one thing, he guesses.

he tucks the set and the stockings, in their packaging, in the very bottom of his backpack, under everything else and hopes he finds a place in his shared fucking room he can hide it well enough. fuck that broken lever, seriously.

the whole ordeal leaves his heart beating so hard he chainsmokes his last four cigarettes in the bus stop, hoping he gets home at least looking normal.

now, in his room, hes putting on the set, hoping he at least gets to look at himself in the mirror before everyone else comes home if nothing else. he's midway through putting on the bralette, trying to figure out how to do the closing mechanism in the back properly with how wide the bandeau is, when he hears the apartment door open and close.

fuck no shit no fuck fuck fuck fuck. hes trying to be quiet, searching for his pants, pretending to be alseep, hoping whoever entered isnt looking for him or anything in his room.

of course luck isnt on his side. of course he hears, "kris? are you up? i think my metro card fell out of my jeans in there last night."

right, of course, he and nace hung out until late last night in his room, until bojan kicked them both out to facetime jere in peace. he must be quiet for too long, because the door opens before he gets to say just a sec or anything similar and now hes there, lace panties on, pink roses all over his ass and god, the bow too, and hes holding the bralette in his hands and now naces there and hes so fucking mortified and-

"im sorry," nace says too quickly and closes the door, and his blushing face and dilated pupils is burned onto kris's retinas for ever and ever now, he thinks.

he hears the apartment door close and lock and thats that for now. christ on bikes.

sure, hes slept with nace before. hes slept with everyone in the band, and a few people in the crew. several times. but thats different. quickies in venue dressing rooms, and club bathrooms and one memorable time in the tour bus lounge area. thats different.

hes not even in the mood anymore. he changes and tucks the lingerie away and takes a cold shower that takes too long. is there something wrong with him? the store in the mall taught him that his self control is shot when it comes to pretty underwear but now hes really thinking its something else. like, psychologically. he thinks about texting damon to get his ass here, since there is no way in hell hell talk to anyone in the band about it and damon might be his best shot, but then decides to look up therapists near him when words like nymphomania and hypersexuality pass his mind. his questionable health insurance policy leaves him, however, thinking that would be better to consider when he returns to slovenia. he gets in bed despite it being barely late afternoon and tosses about and then sleeps until the next day.

nace doesnt say anything about it, but keeps giving kris these long looks when he thinks he isnt looking, which might be worse.

the situation does resolve itself, in the most satisfying twist of fate, when they end up alone in the house a week or so later.

jan is the last to leave and hes barely out of the door, throwing one last shifty look to kris and nace (because of course hed notice something is up), when nace pins him to the nearest wall in the living room. nace starts kissing and biting at his neck before kris can even gasp, and then starts speaking.

"god, you were so pretty. all lace and blush." and kris is so suprised, nace never initiates this aggressively, which has a thrill going through him at just the thought, and he lets out the most embarassing sound of his fucking life right then.

"cmon, baby," nace continues, and its so uncharacteristic and so rough and so erotic, kris is so hard he becomes light headed. "why dont you go put your pretty clothes on, huh?" kris barely manages to gulp and nod, and then theyre rushing to his room, naces hands all over his back and ass and waist on the way. its clear nace was as affected as kris is and he doesnt know what to do with himself, his brain getting fuzzy from arousal and embarassment.

in his room, he gets out the set nace got a glimpse of and sets about putting it on. he chooses not to examine how satisfying the whole ordeal is, from how the lace is laying against his ass to nace groaning and gripping himself through his pants. the groaning gets loder when he bends over to put on the stockings.

he turns back to face nace when its time for the bralette and puts on his most innocent face. nace, thankfully, gets it, and helps him do the back.

"what a pretty girl you make," he comments off handedly, and something breaks further is kris's brain. oh. nace catches on, of course, and grins in that dangerous way he does. "look at you, dressed up all nice for me. and so shy, never wouldve showed me. do you want to out anything else on? or can i have fun with you now?"

kris has not felt this out of his fucking mind since he got high for the first time, almost a decade prior. he barely gets to squeak out, "shoes. lipstick."

naces eyebrows hit his hairline when he processes what hes hearing and he hums, "where are the shoes, pretty girl? put your makeup on, ill get them," he says, all gently.

"under- in the closet, in the black box, under the jackets." nace kisses his forehead and turns to rifling through the closet.

kris's one and only lipstick, he bought on accident. he bought it in poland at a drug store, thinking it was a balm, which he still half thinks it is, except its extremely pigmented, a nudey pink, but impossible to miss. he puts it on in the full length mirror, which lets him see nace finding the shoes, and whistling when he opens the box.

theyre simple pink pumps he bought second hand weeks ago, which thinking back, is probably when he shouldve realized his self control was shot. he planned to donate them again or throw them away before moving back, depending on how shot they were by that time.

"cmon, sit down, ill help you." and he does. naces hands on his legs feel reverent, and kris feels the band on his panties lift with how turned on he is. nace looks him up and down, and when he finally gets to look at his face, he breathes hard.

kris never gets to walk around in the heels. nace pushes him down on the bed in the next second and kisses him hard, smearing make up all over his face. nace drags down the bralette and tortures his nipples with his teeth and hands until theyre puffy and red and erect. like a girls, kris's brain helpfully supplies.

one hes done with kris's nipples, nace lets his mouth run. he tells kris how pretty and sexy he is, how nice it is of him to surprise nace like this as he pushes the panties to the side, spitting on kris's hole a few times before he pushes a first finger in.

kris cant keep his noises in, moaning and whimpering and gasping. at one point, nace stops fingering him to push the bralette back up over his tits, and the lace rubbing iver his raw nipples almost has kris coming right then.

nace keeps his mouth running as he fucks kris, kris's pumps on his shoulders. its probably the most vocal kris has seen him during sex. moaning and groaning and praising and degrading kris all at one. calling him pretty, and a dirty girl all in one, and calling him perfect fucking slut for me, which shoots kris's brain up into flames.

when kris is close, nace jerks him off through the panties until he comes in them, ruining the lace, and then pulls out to jerk himself off and come over them, too. kris feels so dirty and so hot, and hes so in his head about it he doesnt feel when nace drags the panties down to his knees, and gasps loudly when nace begins licking at his wet cock to clean him up. nace continues long after hes clean, only stopping when kris is too over sensitive to take it anymore.

kris's mind is far away as nace takes off all the pieces of his set, and takes him to the bathroom to wash him off. nace kisses his neck and face and whispers praises as he washes kris's hair and body. he even changes the bed sheets, which kris is extremely thankful for, and puts the lingerie in the bag kris took it out of.

they cuddle for a long time, until kris can vocalize more that hnggggh, "do you figure i could get the panties dry cleaned? so we can mess them up again."

nace laughs with his entire chest, and runs his hair through kris's damp hair, "ill buy you a thousand pairs if you let me mess them up."

NaceKris nation, come get your breakfast!

[models-photoshoots]

Aleksandra Smelova (aka Alex Lolly or Sasha) - 📷 Alisa Verner, for Style Wanderlust , makeup Kristina Galichina

part 6 / 6 (part 1 (mature) , part 2 , part 3 (mature) , part 4 (mature) , part 5 (mature))

IG -> _alisa.verner , alex_lolly_ , galichina_kristina , stylewanderlustusa

www -> alisaverner.com - gallery

(fyi, all these photos are gathered from tumblr posts, just to make a nice collection of the photoshoot)

Source and/or other photos IG ->

[novamilano1]

The pink, red rose or the grumpy crown frog ? Love or duty ? Of new beginnings and of choices ! Go Wille !!!

So we have all seen the cute Snow Globe frog, so much drama around it. But have you seen its counterpart, the rose Snow Globe in Simon's house ? Let's partly unpack these metaphors, it's fascinating ! I'm in awe of the writers of this cute addictive show. So the grumpy frog represents duty, the lineage of the royal functions (given to Eric by his grandpa and then given to Wille by Eric). Courtesy of TVM (TV microscopic, go check the blog on substack, it's amazing, phenomenal) who reminds in one of the articles (about "negative space" ? ) that the frog can only turn into a prince if he's kissed. The frog can only be "awakened", transformed, be given his real shape by love. Plus, the frog is an aquatic animal (go check the water metaphor in YR on TVM's blog) but he is also terrestrian as an amphibian. There is a poster of a frog in Wille's room (courtesy of Molly who saw it and of the "kingdom", a group of YR fans with whom, I discuss YR and TVM's analysis). So the choice stands between, romantic love, the rose Snow Globe on Simon's table, at home, in his living-room, and heavy duty. But the show is quite positive about the outcome (it offers hope at least). The bubble of the grumpy crown frog with all its fake splendor (the glitter) will have to be brutally opened. It has to fall from its height. And under whose touch the frog could access the world of the rose, of romantic love ? Under Simon's touch (cf. the way he touches the frog before the love scene of Ep. 5, S2). The rose in Simon's Snow Globe is shown at two very symbolic moments. First in ep. 4 s. 1 just after the scene when Wille becomes the crown prince. Simon watches the televised memorial the day of Eric's burial. And the second time is just after the palace scene when Wille is asked to deny his participation in the video. He has to act according to Kristina's view of his duty. But the alternative comes in the next scene, holy love, the rose near these lit candles on the table of Simon's house. And apart from this obvious parallel between the two opposite globes, the show has a very subtle way to tell us that there is a choice to be made. The broken bubble of the grumpy crown frog that Simon touches with his finger is set on two books. If you zoom, you can read the title of one of the books (janusstenen) = the janus' stone. So Janus is the bifrons god. He has two faces and symbolises new beginnings, the choice between the past and the future, doors, gates. So Wilhelm, you know what to do !! (dixit google). It's janus who gave the month that begins the year "january". What better moment to have a look at this ? What's your take on this ?

PS, let's note that the rose symbolises many things but another interesting symbolism (apart from romantic love) which is cohesive to the show is that the rose also refers to socialism. And Simon is the "socialist" who sneers on the one who receives the most on welfare ! Socialism vs royalty ?

[youngroyals-hc]

Wille and Simon are at the castle their final night before returning to Hillerska after the Jubilee day speech and Wille takes Simon's hand and starts to direct him to a wing they haven't been to yet. Simon follows along a little bemused because Wille seems so intent, but they reach a door that Wille pushes open to reveal a beautiful Fazioli grand piano in an airy sitting room. Wille tugs Simon over to the piano stool and they sit together. Wille's gaze darts around before settling on Simon's gaze and asking "will you play the song for me?" And Simon says "you mean the one from the ball?" And Wille nods his head and Simon huffs out a little laugh and says "it's not very happy Wille" and he replies "I don't care, you wrote it about me. No one's ever done that before" so Simon sings it for him while Wille closes his eyes and gently sways. When he finishes Wille opens his eyes and grins, clapping for Simon who laughs and hides his head in Wille's shoulder. He sits up and looks at Wille and says "now you play something for me." And Wille groans a little and says "but you're so much better than me, I was just made to learn for ages because apparently that's something a prince has to do." And Simon says "well at least you can read music! Surely you can still remember something" and Wille looks a little nervous but nods and settled his hands over the keys. He plays Simon Poulenc, and his fingers are sure in the movement. Simon almost stops breathing from concentrating on the sound Wille makes. When the piece finishes he just turns to Wille and stares before gently shoving him and saying "what the fuck Wille I thought you said you weren't very good!" And Wille goes pink and says "I'm not, I don't have the music... In me like you do. I mean 11 years of learning and that's all I've got to show for it? You've never had one lesson and you write these incredible songs!" And Simon just has to laugh because he knows Wille won't change his mind. Instead, he turns and says "maybe we could write a song together? With your theory and my so called innate talent, we could be the new Leonard and McCartney!" And Wille just barks out a laugh and says "oh yeah, you really think so? Well guess we better get started!"

As they laugh and make up silly lyrics and melodies together, Kristina walks by and stops when she hears them. She pokes her head around to glance at Wille and Simon at the piano, smiling and teasing each other. Her façade drops slightly, seeing for the first time her son interacting with someone who wasn't Erik so carefree and brightly. Something clicks inside her, and she realises that Simon isn't going anywhere. This isn't some little sexual exploration that Wille would eventually grow out of. Her son was in love, and nothing would change that.

[the-words-we-sung]

Thoughts and pictures - S3E5

And we're getting into the hard episodes...

This first scene is sad and terrible. The shot of the broken glasses and pink condom, the background so dirty and creepy... And my poor Wilhelm trying to deal with this new knowledge about his brother...

"You could say that W's lack of communication became rhetorical. [...] Was it a conscious strategy by W? [...] Maybe he was just in the wrong place, and chance decided his place in world history." -> So I have no idea what Valter and Henry are talking about but it's interesting that they say that just after the scene with Wilhelm and Erik's "words" during the awful initiation. Was Erik in the wrong place at the wrong time? (Also lack of communication: the big issue of Wilmon this season...)

Sara being immediately so suspicious when she comes back home to see Micke all happy and energetic. But also her little hopeful smile when he tells her she can drive him to the test to calm her nerves 😞

His mother is "trying to keep all of that" from him? Really? While his father keeps telling him he needs to be ready to take over? Ludwig sucks. And again telling Wille how perfect Erik was, that he didn't have this "darkness inside of him". Can't he ever have a real conversation with his son? Annnnd hanging up right when Wille was asking about Erik. I am so heartbroken for him 😟

I hate this scene >< Wilhelm is so mean to Simon. He lashes at him immediately. Simon doesn't even have time to answer anything and Wille is already accusing him of judging Erik. I know he's angry and hurt and lost but I hate how mean he can be in these situations...

I think it's really the moment that I realized how hard it was starting to be for me to believe in them as a couple. They can't communicate. Wilhelm is so hurt and lashes out at Simon as a result. And I've seen a lot of people saying how it was between Simon and Crown Prince Wilhelm that the communication was off and impossible, not between Simon and Wille, but I disagree with that: Wilhelm here is not the Crown Prince, he's a grieving teenager who's brother's perfect image just got shattered to pieces. And they still can't manage to talk.

Sara waiting for Micke to pick her up... Another heartbreak ><

Why is Wilhelm convinced that Simon was judging Erik?? He really didn't. And please please please, can't you just go back to your therapy sessions with Boris? You so badly need them Wille :/

"It fits you perfectly." In which universe did this blazer fit him perfectly Linda? xD Why did they choose something so big?

Sara breaking down... I had hoped for maybe a bit more, like an honest conversation between her and Simon before he forgave her, but the scene was still cute.

Wilhelm wearing a simple black jumper: yes please. He looks so good.

And another cute scene between them to make us forget how fucked up their relationship is right now... ^^'

And see? Wilhelm can decide some things and have his voice heard. He did well during his birthday ceremony thingy but then put his foot down and refused to have August come to his birthday dinner. He didn't yell, was very calm and assertive, and Farima said okay. The idea that he would be completely stuck behind a script to follow as Crown Prince (and then King) is absurd to me. He has a voice. He can actually makes things happen/change. (Yes I will die on this hill 😆)

(Okay the girls are just so cute in their little uniforms 🥰)

Cuties being friendly again !!

Gosh the difference between how lively the dinner at school is compared to the stiffness and silence of the birthday dinner >< And Kristina, girl, wtf are you doing... I know you're still trying to deal with Erik's death but was it really necessary to bring up how perfect he was during your other son's birthday >< Can't you be there for him? Can't you try harder to help him? To just be his mother when it's his birthday and he's officially introducing his boyfriend to you? 😩

I don't hate this scene between August and Sara. I appreciate the development and to see where they both are at that moment. Also this shot is very pretty!

And another bad scene between Wilhelm and Simon... Why does Wille keep being so mean? Again I know he's hurting so much but fuck. Why can't they actually talk to each other? Well, why can't Wille actually talk to Simon?

This scene between Wilhelm and his parents was so fucking important. So fucking needed. I'm just sad that it happened so late in the season. And that it didn't really change anything.

What can I say about this last scene? Edvin and Omar are incredibly good actors, their tear-streaked faces are heartbreaking. Simon breaking up with him was expected I guess at this point. It was really getting hard to believe in their relationship... But what a terrible moment to do it! I wanted something cute out of a scene when they're both in pajamas and sweatpants in Wille's bed 😩

So it is "easier" to watch these episodes now that I know exactly what's gonna happen, but it doesn't really make me like them more >< This episode was probably the first one that made me dislike Wilmon as a couple. And it's not a fun thing to realize ><

I'll try to wrap up this rewatch tomorrow with the last episode! (And I'm already trying to think about how I will deal with rewatching the whole show in the future, because this season is not giving me the happy happy butterflies that the 2 first did ><)

[bloodylullaby]

Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: Heavy making out (finally), lots of touching.

Word Count: 2964

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Chapter Nine

Waking to a persistent buzzing by my head, I groggily checked the time—it was eight in the morning. Fortunately, our next venue was only an hour away, granting me the luxury of more sleep. A knock interrupted my efforts as I fumbled to hit the snooze button. Sighing, I tossed my pillow over my head, hoping to deter the visitor. Yet, as expected, they persisted. Reluctantly, I shuffled to the door, opening it to find Jolly with a to-go cup of coffee, which he thrusts towards me as a peace offering.

I take the cup, giving Jolly a tired smile. "Thanks," I mumble, the aroma of coffee instantly awakening my senses.

Jolly grins back, his eyes bright with energy. "I thought you could use it after last night," he chirps. My cheeks slightly turn pink, but I push the thoughts away, understanding that he meant how late we all stayed up. "Also," he begins, "I know this morning was supposed to be a sleep-in morning, but we got scheduled for a last-minute interview before our photoshoot. The others are heading out that way, but I thought you would like to join us."

After considering Jolly's invitation, I nod in agreement. "Sure, I'll join you guys," I reply, mustering up some energy.

Jolly's grin widens. "Great! I'll wait for you downstairs," he says before bounding down the hallway. I could get dressed quickly thanks to Jolly’s coffee, which he brought me. Given the excitement of last night's event, I decided to go all out to catch Noah’s attention. I wore my black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, fishnets with a snake pattern, and then settled for a nice solid black U-neck long-sleeved shirt paired with my favorite boots. Grabbing my camera and a cross-body bag, I head to the lobby, where I meet Jolly. He gives me a small smile, and we make our way to the car together.

The journey to the interview and photoshoot spot passed swiftly, with Jolly's company, his jokes breaking the silence and making the trip enjoyable. As we traveled, I opened up to Jolly, eventually feeling comfortable enough to confide in him about the unexpected kiss with Noah. His attentive listening and reassuring presence provided me with the support I needed at that moment. Jolly's understanding and encouragement were a balm to my nerves, easing the weight of the situation and allowing me to breathe a little easier.

As we arrived at the location, a wave of nerves washed over me. Jolly noticed and gave my wrist a reassuring squeeze. To my surprise, Kristina and her team were already there. Excitedly, I waved down Kristina, and when our eyes met, I could see a mix of emotions in her expression—happiness and concern. Slightly confused, she met me halfway and smiled at me.

“Morrigan, it’s great to see you,” she exclaims while looking past me. I smile back at her.

“It’s great to see you, too! It’s a nice surprise to see you!” I said excitedly. Her attention was still focused on whatever was happening behind me. I turned to look, but she hesitantly stopped me.

“Why don’t you follow me to look at the photoshoot area?” she asks. I nodded and followed her.

As she explained what would happen during the shoot, I heard a laugh that caught my attention. I looked to my right and saw Noah leaning forward, talking to a girl across the room. My heart stopped for a minute, feeling confused and hurt. Not focused on where I was walking, I ran into someone and caused them to drop something, causing it to shatter. Noah looked up, and we made eye contact, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and sorrow. The girl noticed Noah looking past her, so she turned around. 

It felt like time had stopped when I saw it was Noah’s ex. As she and I made eye contact, she smiled maliciously. I quickly turned my attention to the mess I had made, my lip quivering. “I am so sorry,” I said, trying to hold back tears. As I helped pick up the broken pieces, I cut my hand. “Fuck,” I hiss loudly in pain. Noah was by my side, checking my hand the next thing I knew. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. Head dizzy from the situation, all I could do was nod. I look up at Kristina, but she looks away, unable to meet my gaze. Noah’s ex stands beside her and whispers something in her ear that makes her shake her head. Noah puts his finger on my chin and turns my attention to him. “Hey, are you sure? The cut looks pretty bad,” he states.

“It doesn’t look too bad to me; I just think you’re exaggerating,” the girl said. She then pulls Noah off of me, giving me room to stand up. “Hi, I’m Jade. It’s nice to meet the girl that Noah was bragging about on stage,” she said with an unsettling smile. I shake her hand with my good one, then promptly look at Noah. He wouldn’t meet my gaze; instead, he excuses himself and heads toward the boys, who seem to be just as concerned. Jolly gives me a knowing look before he glares at Noah.

Feeling confused and hurt, I watch as Noah walks away without a word. His actions leave me feeling abandoned and alone in the midst of the chaos. Jade’s unsettling smile lingers in my mind, adding to the discomfort of the situation. Jolly's glare at Noah speaks volumes, conveying his disapproval of Noah's behavior.

As the commotion settles down, I take a moment to compose myself, trying to set aside the hurt and concentrate on the task after getting my hand cleaned and wrapped. Despite the tension in the air, I know that I need to stay strong and carry on with the shoot. As the boys settle for their interview, I get my camera ready. As I approach them, I notice Jade fixing Noah’s hair. Jealousy starts to run its course through my veins. I swallow hard, pushing down the insecurity and jealousy that threaten to overwhelm me. Reminding myself to stay professional, I approach the group with a forced smile, ready to capture the moments of the interview.

“Morrigan, take a picture of us!” Jade exclaims excitedly. All the boys, except for Noah, look at me with confusion, while Jolly regards me with concern. I give them a slight smile and focus on the task. Noah looks embarrassed but quickly masks it when Jade places her hand on his chest. Reluctantly, I took their picture. Jade runs over to me to check it, cooing over the shot and motioning for Noah to see it.

With my eyes trained on the ground, Noah makes his way over to us. Without looking at him, I hand him the camera. “Aren’t we just the cutest, baby?” Jade asks Noah. My heart breaks even further as I hear him respond.

“Yeah,” he says. I glance up and notice he is staring at me. We make eye contact for a split second before I take my camera back and head over to the other boys, trying to hide the pain in my eyes. Trying to distract myself from the situation, I sit between Jolly and Folio, turning the camera towards us to take pictures. Once I'm done, I move over to Nick. As I go to sit down next to him, he pulls me onto his lap and leans in towards my ear.

“Play along. Jolly and I have a plan to show Noah that he’s messing up,” he whispers. My cheeks flush as I glance over and see Noah watching us with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, Nick presses his lips to my temple and snaps a picture of us. Noah's gaze intensifies as he witnesses the kiss. The air is thick with tension, but I do my best to stay composed.

Nick hands the camera back to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re doing great,” he murmurs, reassuringly squeezing my arm. I smile, grateful for his support. As the interview begins, I move around the set, taking shots of the boys as they answer questions and joke around. Noah's eyes follow me, and I can sense his growing agitation.

During a break, Jolly pulls me aside. “You’re doing great,” he says with a wink. I nod, trying to muster confidence. When the interview resumes, Noah seems distracted, glancing my way every few minutes. I catch him staring a few times, and each time, he quickly looks away, a troubled expression on his face. After the interview, the boys gather for the photoshoot. As Kristina moves the boys around and positions them, I notice Noah trying to catch my eye, but I ignore him. Instead, I take a few behind-the-scenes shots, focusing mainly on Nick, Jolly, and Folio. I can feel Noah's gaze on me, but I focus on the task, snapping photos of the other guys as they laugh and joke around.

Looking to my left, I see Jade glaring daggers at me, clearly annoyed by Noah's focus on me. In a moment of impulsive defiance, I lift my camera and take a picture of her. Her expression of surprise and anger is captured perfectly, and I can't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. I hear a few chuckles and glance to see Nick and Jolly laughing at what happened. Noah, noticing the laughter, looks over with a puzzled expression. Realizing she's become the center of attention for the wrong reasons, Jade tries to regain her composure.

"Alright, let's get back to the shoot," Kristina interjects, hiding a smile and bringing everyone's focus back to the photoshoot. She directs the boys into their following poses, and I take a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on my work. As the shoot progresses, Noah continues to steal glances at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. I do my best to ignore him, channeling all my energy into capturing the best shots of the band. 

During a brief break, Nick saunters to me with a sly grin. "You're handling this like a pro," he says, nudging me gently.

I nod, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Nick. It's just... a lot."

He nods in understanding. "Trust me, we see what's going on. Just hang in there." As Nick heads back to the boys, I head to the snack table, hoping to drown my sorrows in some food. I bend slightly to grab a small sandwich, feeling my skirt ride up slightly. Flustered, I quickly grab the sandwich and stand up. As I turned around, I noticed Noah staring right at me, his cheeks reddened and his gaze intense. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The noise of the photo shoot, the chatter of the crew—it all becomes a distant hum.

Noah makes his way over to me. “Morrigan,” he starts, his voice tinged with urgency and vulnerability. “Can we talk?”

I glance around, aware of Jade's presence and the crew's watchful eyes. "Now's not the best time, Noah," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No, it is," he insists, closing the distance between us. "I need you to understand how I feel."

Before I can respond, Jade's voice rings out, dripping with false sweetness. "Noah, darling, we're ready for you."

He hesitates, torn between his duty and the need to resolve things with me. I give him a slight, reassuring nod. "Go. We'll talk later."

Noah reluctantly turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly as he heads back to the set. I watch him go, my heart heavy with unresolved emotions. As the shoot continues, I try to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting back to Noah. His intense stare and words replay in my mind, making concentrating hard. As the shoot concludes, I observe Noah heading in my direction, but he gets intercepted by Jade once more. Frustration wells up inside me as I let out a sigh and turn to join the rest of the boys by the door.

The journey to the venue was subdued, with everyone feeling exhausted and eager to proceed to the soundcheck. Fortunately, the soundcheck went smoothly without any hiccups. I felt relieved knowing that Jade was no longer around, which allowed me to relax and capture some fun moments during the soundcheck. After it was over, I took a stroll through the hallways to familiarize myself with the venue layout, ensuring I would know my way around during the concert. As I walked past the dressing room, the door opened, and I was pulled inside. 

With the sound of the door closing and locking, Noah pushes me up against it, his forehead resting on mine. Instantly, his lips meet mine with passion and urgency. As the kiss intensifies, he lifts my left leg slightly, his hand moving up my thigh, slipping under my skirt. As his hand moves further up my thigh, I feel a rush of heat coursing through me. Despite the moment's intensity, a voice in the back of my mind urges caution. I gently push against his chest, breaking the kiss. 

"Noah, we need to take a step back," I whisper, my breath catching. He pauses, his eyes searching mine for a moment before nodding and resting his forehead on mine. We stand in silence, the air heavy with unspoken desires and emotions. "We also need to address what happened this morning," I state firmly. Noah takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, I can see sincerity within them.

"I know," he replies softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I apologize for what happened. I didn't handle it properly." He reaches out to gently cup my cheek, his touch tender. “What I did was foolish; I promise that nothing is happening between us. She just showed up with Kristina, and I didn’t know how to manage the situation. I was trying not to upset her because it would have made things worse." I focus my gaze anywhere but his, trying to process what he said.

“I know my apology doesn’t excuse what I did,” he stated earnestly. “But I just need you to understand how I feel. I realize that if you don’t accept my apology, I deserve that. But please know, Morrigan, it's only you that I have my eyes on. I won’t make that mistake again. It’s you and only you.” Noah's words hit me like a wave, and my breath caught in my throat. The sincerity in his voice leaves me speechless, emotions swirling within me.

With my mind made up, I moved my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. Giving him an equally passionate kiss as he first gave me. As he taps on the back of my thighs, I jump up and wrap them around his waist. He starts to move us to the couch, placing me on my back and towering on top of me. "I accept your apology, Noah," I manage to say breathlessly between our kisses, my heart pounding. Our teeth clashed as he fervently lifted my skirt and gripped my hips with urgency. A moan escaped my lips, fueling his desire even more.

There was a jiggle on the handle, followed by a knock on the door. Noah buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned in frustration, his arousal evident through his pants. I breathlessly giggle and tap him on the shoulder. “Go into the bathroom; I'll get the door,” I whisper urgently. He chuckles as he swiftly makes his way into the bathroom, giving me space to handle the interruption. 

I quickly adjust my appearance and open the door, finding myself face-to-face with Folio. “Hey, are you okay? Why was the door locked?” he asks, his expression filled with concern. 

“Sorry about that. I needed a quiet space and a moment to myself. This felt like the safest place to be, and I didn’t want to be disturbed,” I explained with an innocent smile. Folio returned my smile with an empathetic one and gave me a quick hug, understanding my need for privacy.

“Do you need anything?” Folio asks kindly. I shake my head and thank him. He nods and then looks around the room. “Have you seen Noah anywhere? We need to strategize for tonight,” he states, his tone indicating a sense of urgency.

I shake my head, feigning confusion. “No, I haven’t. Have you tried checking if he’s outside? I thought I saw him heading in that direction earlier,” I suggest, trying to divert Folio's attention away from the bathroom where Noah is hiding. Folio shakes his head and, with a slight wave and thanks, makes his way to the exit. Sighing in relief, you close the door again and clear your throat. “You can come out now,” I said with a small laugh. Noah shuffles out awkwardly and adjusts himself, looking back to normal. He comes up and gives me a soft kiss. 

“I better go,” he says softly, looking into my eyes. 

“Yeah,” I answered back. With one last kiss, Noah slipped out of the room. I sank onto the sofa, feeling emotions swirling within me. Reflecting on what just happened, I can't help but feel a rush of warmth and excitement. My cheeks flushed as I replayed the moments in my mind, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. After several deep breaths, I left the room to prepare for the show.