#Beewens

[katesharmasheart]

Beewens AU: Engel is not having a good night, her parents are getting a divorce and now she is not sure of anything in her life, not even where she might be living next week. An unexpected (and unflattering) encounter in a bathroom with the new artsy girl Noor will lead to a night to remember for ages, at least that’s how Engel sees it. Would Noor would think the same in the morning?

[bvtter]

for @kieutu​, love, your secret santa 🎄

[noorengels]

336 hours

a social media au inspired by the holiday (2006)

summary: eliott demaury needs a break from his hectic life in paris, whereas engel lallemant yearns to get away from a certain person in her small town near amsterdam. an impulsive decision causes the pair to swap homes for the holidays, ready to escape their problems yet unprepared to encounter the most interesting people they’ll ever meet.

— meet the characters:

multi pov; social media is integrated. i will be posting this fic on ao3 (eponlne) but will keep a masterlist on this blog so you can get the link to the latest chapter from there! i’m really excited for this!

Chapter 1

masterlist

[gucciboner]

Can't stop thinking about Engel and Noor.

[liaincursives]

in which noor gets her coffee and the new barista messes up her order. but noor couldn't care less because the girl behind the counter is just way too cute, so she moves her studying from the cold library to the café to get to know her more...

[intotheskamverse]

I’ve been blossoming alone over you

@virisbitch requested: Noor x Engel | Pink in the Night by Mitski

It’s in the slope of her cheekbone, just barely in view as she’s turned away, opposite cheek pressed to the pillow. It’s in the freckle on her back just beside her shoulder blade, revealed by the way her racerback tank top falls toward the mattress. It’s in the way her short hair falls against the sheet, exposing her neck, exposing the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, that space that crackles with life, with a warmth and a softness and a promise if only Engel could tuck her chin there. It’s in these details, but it’s also in the way Engel notices them, that she realizes.

Engel used to have these sleepovers with Noor all the time when they were younger, before Noor moved to Belgium for her mother’s job. They slept in this same bed, Engel’s bed, just a few inches apart, time and time again. They fell asleep to the sounds of each other’s breathing, the sounds of the summer showers against the window’s glass, the sounds of each other’s whispers trading secrets. They fell asleep as friends. They don’t fall asleep like that anymore.

It’s four years later now, and Noor is visiting for the summer to put some distance between herself and an ex. During these summer nights, Noor falls asleep first, the hazy glow of a streetlight behind her illuminating the peaks of her body, outlining her silhouette. The light’s warm, somewhere between yellow and orange, but for some reason, in this room, it glows pink. Engel lies awake, hovering in a state of reckoning, seeing these parts of Noor as if for the first time. She knows what Noor’s shoulder feels like against her cheek; she’s rested it there plenty of times, in all kinds of contexts—after shared confessions, when she needs comfort; during a late-night movie watch, when her eyelids start to grow heavy and she can’t quite hold her head up anymore—but never in a context like this. It would feel different, she thinks. She wants it to feel different. But she’s not sure she’ll ever be able to feel it in the way she longs to.

Noor stirs then, and Engel tenses, squeezing her eyes closed. A sharp flash of guilt and fear shoots through her abdomen and tightens her chest. Was Noor awake? Could she sense what Engel was thinking, or feel Engel’s gaze trained on all the pieces of her that she wanted to know differently—to know better? She couldn’t, Engel knows, but that doesn’t calm the rush of panic that cuts off her breath and sends her heart racing.

Noor tosses some more, shifting her weight so the mattress shifts beneath Engel, pulling her more towards the center. Engel stiffens to resist, and she only opens her eyes again once the slow, steady breathing she knows so well convinces her that Noor is still sound asleep. In all of that commotion, Noor had turned to face her, the distance between them cut in half. Engel could brush her nose against Noor’s, if only she let herself fall into the dip in the mattress that cocooned Noor’s body. This close, Engel had no choice but to take her in piece by piece. She couldn’t look at the whole of her even if she wanted to.

There are her eyelashes, fluttering slightly through a dream. Then, the two moles on her cheek, two points in a constellation Engel searches for every night. Her septum piercing, which Engel had only ever seen through Instagram photos before this summer—a reminder of the years they spent apart, of the lives they lived alone. It suited her more than Engel would let herself admit.

There’s also Noor’s pouted lips, stained pink from red lipstick, only a breath away from Engel’s own. They remind Engel of the days those lips were stained pink from popsicles long before the dark red lipstick became her signature. The taste of sugar and smiles and sneaking around. Scents of sunscreen and cherry syrup. Her racing heart and fits of giggles. She remembers one day from their last summer together, just a few days before they both heard the news. They had already eaten far too much sugar for their thirteen-year-old bodies to handle, but Noor had snuck a bag of Strawberry Laces—one of Engel’s favorite candies at the time—from her house and brought it with her to the park where they usually met. Engel couldn’t resist. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder in the grass, the bag of sweets between them, as Noor unraveled a long strand of the candy and dangled it above her mouth.

“Wait!” Engel exclaimed as she grabbed Noor’s wrist to stop her. “We should do that scene from Lady and the Tramp. Like with the spaghetti.” Her excitement was unabashed.

“Wha-?” Noor pinched her brows together in confusion as she lowered the hand holding the candy, Engel’s fingers still wrapped around her wrist.

“Haven’t you ever seen Lady and the Tramp?” Noor just shook her head. “But have you heard of the kiss? Like where they’re eating different ends of the same noodle without knowing, until their lips touch in the middle?”

Noor gave her a skeptical look. “I’ve never heard of that,” she said with a laugh. It sounded a bit mocking, and suddenly Engel felt very childish.

“Oh. Okay,” she said as she finally released Noor’s wrist. “I just thought it’d be funny.” She turned her face away from Noor then, hoping to hide the embarrassed flush that spread across her cheeks.

“Let’s try it anyway,” Noor encouraged, handing Engel one end of the long candy rope. “I’ll follow what you do.”

So thirteen-year-old Engel placed the end of the sweet between her lips and watched as Noor did the same. They locked eyes and giggled as they slurped their ends farther and farther into their mouths, chewing as they went. It was silly and awkward and Engel felt her cheeks flame, but what surprised her the most was the way her eyes dropped to Noor’s lips and wouldn’t look away, the way her stomach started to twist and flip in ways she hadn’t known it could. She wasn’t sure when to close her eyes as the length of candy between them shortened and shortened and shortened. It wasn’t until the very last second that she saw Noor’s flutter closed, but Engel couldn’t make hers do the same. Their lips touched only for the briefest of moments. Engel’s body warmed and Noor’s eyes shot open. They laughed it off as they laughed off most things, pretending it was nothing, pretending it was something they would have done with any of their friends. Engel didn’t know then that she wouldn’t have done that with just any friend. She didn’t know how to read her body yet. Or she didn’t want to.

They were just kids goofing around, Engel had told herself afterwards as she replayed the kiss over and over again. But then Noor was leaving and she barely said goodbye and they didn’t stay in touch, and Engel wondered if it had been more than an innocent thing, and she worried that she had shattered the thing she and Noor had always shared as soon as their lips brushed against each other’s. She didn’t realize their friendship could be so tenuous.

As Engel recalls that kiss now, she wishes she could try again. Not while Noor is asleep, though. Not like this. She wants to kiss her intentionally, and not as some innocent scene recreation. She wants it to mean something between them, and she wants Noor to kiss her back like she’s missed Engel as much as Engel’s missed her.

Suddenly, Noor’s hand slides between their faces, palm up. Her fingers are loose, relaxed, arm bent at the elbow. Engel knows she can’t, and she’s afraid of “what if,” but it’s calling her, taunting her. Noor’s hand is a Venus flytrap, daring her. She surprises even herself when she accepts. She places her hand gently against Noor’s, sliding it along until it fits perfectly snug, interlacing their fingers and folding hers around Noor’s hand.

Engel expects a quick movement from Noor, a startled reaction, a rush of shame. Instead, Noor’s fingers curl slowly, ever so slowly, closing around Engel’s, holding them in place. They finally seal around Engel’s with a squeeze that ignites something deep in Engel’s abdomen. Noor tucks their joined hands beneath her cheek, murmuring “Engel” with a soft, lazy smile. Engel doesn’t know if that’s Noor’s dream or reality talking, but her cheeks glow with a pink flush at the possibility that maybe, just maybe, she’ll get to try again.

[azozzoni]

Beewens au

The downside to being a florist, Engel had decided a long time ago, was that no one ever bothered sending her flowers.

Not the immature boys she had lusted over in high school or even the smart, “mature” men she’d dated after college. Of everyone who came in her shop, picked through the roses and gladioluses and sneered at the poor carnations, no one seemed to think she deserved flowers too.

Today, every corner of her workshop at the back of the store was covered in hydrangeas—perfectly purely white as the bride had very specifically instructed. The bouquets were tied with pale purple ribbon, a pearl pinned at the top of each; the centerpieces an explosion of white with bursts of purple irises carefully placed among the hydrangeas. Engel smiled to herself as she adjusted the petals, careful not to bend any as she set them in their box.

Weddings were her favorite arrangements to make, even if some of the brides occasionally went overboard in their need for perfection. Engel didn’t mind. After all, it was supposed to be the best day of their lives.

Most days were far more ordinary. People came in looking for arrangements to say “I’m sorry” or “I hope you get better.” And sometimes, they came to say “I love you.”

As Engel set the last bouquet in the box, the bell at the front door jingled, quiet over the music playing from the speakers.

Brushing off her hands, Engel headed for the front. It was a bit early for the first apology flowers, but the weekends could be busy.

It wasn’t a man waiting for her when Engel stepped out from the back room, but a woman her age, hands in the pockets of her black leather jacket, dark hair cut sharply to her chin as she tilted her head to the side, seemingly considering a bucket filled with pink peonies.

“Morning,” Engel greeted her, catching the woman’s eye as she turned, light glinting off the ring in her nose. “Can I help you?”

The woman seemed to pause a second before approaching the counter, taking her hands from her pockets to drum her red-painted nails against it.

“I want to get a bouquet of roses,” she said finally, and Engel nodded, watching the way the woman smiled as she caught her looking at the tattoo peeking out under the collar of her shirt.

“Roses?” she repeated, sweeping a piece of hair behind her ear as the woman’s dark eyes rested on her, as though intrigued somehow. There was nothing intriguing about Engel as far as she knew. “Lucky boyfriend.”

“Not exactly.” The woman smiled, and Engel felt a tiny prick of understanding.

Oh.

It wasn’t as though she was surprised. All sorts of people came into the shop. She couldn’t count the number of times Lucas had come trying to woo some new boy with flowers.

“Lucky girlfriend then,” she said swiftly as she pulled out her arrangement book.

The woman smiled again, almost laughing, swinging as she placed her hands back in her pockets.

“Actually, it’s just a friend. She got dumped by some asshole guy, yet again.

“I’m sorry,” Engel said, flipping through the book, looking up when the woman didn’t reply.

The woman shrugged easily, watching Engel, almost softly. “It’s her own fault for having such terrible taste in guys. I just want to cheer her up.”

“That’s sweet,” Engel said. No one ever sent her flowers to cheer her up. Well, she supposed they probably thought she had plenty in her shop. But Engel knew better than anyone that it was the thought that counted.

The woman was still watching her, as though curious, as though interested somehow, as though there was more to this than the photos of roses in the book on the counter. Engel didn’t know why.

“I’ll need your name for the order,” she said after a minute in which neither of them looked at the book. Engel wasn’t sure what it was, an unexpected tingle, but not unease, as the woman held out a hand.

“I’m Noor,” she said, taking Engel’s hand softly.

“Engel,” she replied, smiling slightly as Noor released her hand. Biting her lip, she took a short breath. “So, what color roses were you thinking?”

Glancing at Engel, Noor just smiled as she pulled the book towards her across the counter.

[suusbauwens]

Turn the lights off, I'm in love

Noor x Engel, messy first meeting

[cloudsinmymind]

when i look at the stars I think of you. 💫

[peaceoutofthepieces]

crap i just sent you a submission by accident instead of an ask im sorry! I meant to ask beewens + 8 or davenzi + 17 💛 sorry my bad

no worries!!! as these are two amazing choices I hope it’s okay that I do both 🙈

Beewens - 8. Kiss in the Rain

The pounding of the rain against her skin only makes Noor’s blood pump faster and her temper flare, but Engel appears undeterred. Her mouth is set in a stubborn line along with her shoulders, her puffy white coat doing more to keep out the rain than Noor’s usual leather jacket. Both are bare-headed, however, and it makes Noor more frustrated that her hair is stuck to her cheeks, falling in wet strings.

But it makes her furious that Engel is in the same state and appears more beautiful than ever.

“You aren’t listening to me,” Engel repeats, and it isn’t pouty, but it is pleading. Noor tells herself this is the only reason she doesn’t pull away as the blonde grasps her hand. “I wasn’t ready then, but I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you also felt like that.”

“You’ve always known exactly how I feel about you,” Noor argues, too loud, too harsh, but the hurt still spikes and tumbles in her chest, making her edges sharp. Maybe she shouldn’t have been pushing it away and letting it simmer, growing every time she caught a glimpse of Engel and turned in the opposite direction. Every time she held back, even though it killed her.

It’s killing her now, to stand with Engel so close, to feel a tiny blossom of hope struggling to grow through her anger, and to hold her ground. She wants nothing more than to give in. She would hate herself for it instantly.

“You know I feel the same,” Engel insists, taking both her hands now, taking a step closer, eyes so bright even in the dull weather. “You know I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“So what? You’ve decided you’re ready now and I’m supposed to take what I’m given?”

Engel shakes her head, soothing, always knowing how to handle Noor’s jagged emotions when the girl can’t get a grip on them herself. “No. You aren’t supposed to do anything. I can’t decide for you. But I have to make sure you know.”

“What if I don’t know? How can I believe you?”

Engel raised a hand to cup her cheek, stroking the strands of hair away. “Can I show you?”

Noor shouldn’t let her. She shouldn’t have even turned at the sound of Engel calling her name. But it’s an automatic response, ingrained in her after months of letting Engel under her skin. It’s automatic in the way shutting her eyes is now, as Engel closes the remaining distance and presses their lips carefully together. Noor responds automatically, too, but she refuses to move more than her lips.

Then Engel pulls her closer, kisses her deeper, teeth scraping her bottom lip in such a familiar manner and tongue sweeping out to soothe the faint ache. Tentative, questioning, begging silently for Noor to let her in.

Noor grabs her waist and opens up to her, letting the rain wash away the fire, Engel’s touch enough to keep her warm.

Davenzi - 17. Cheek Kiss

“You are ridiculous,” David says, looking down at Matteo where he rests on his chest. If his smile wasn’t enough to convince Matteo that it pleases him, the fond tug to his hair would be.

“I’m just saying,” Matteo shrugs. “If Hozier and I were both standing in front of you I’d be very disappointed if you went to him instead of me.”

David laughs, shoving his face away but pulling him closer to his chest, leaving Matteo scrunching his nose. “I don’t think you’ll ever have to worry about that.”

“But it’s a possibility,” Matteo argues. “Even if it’s in a parallel universe. I don’t want your crush on him to be stronger than your feelings for me.”

David scoffs, pushing him off fully this time and turning away, pulling the covers up over his head to hide completely. Matteo instantly makes a sound of protest, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth as he wraps his arm around the David-shaped lump and tries to wrestle him back around.

David valiantly resists, his laughs muffled in the sheets, and after a few fruitless tugs Matteo abandons his mission. He pulls himself up the bed instead and attempts to tug the covers away from his boyfriend’s head, succeeding at this after a few attempts, grinning as David groans but reaches back for him, hand instantly tangling in his hair.

“So annoying,” David mumbles, still fond, turning onto his back again as Matteo settles next to him.

Matteo gives a light tug to his hair and shifts closer, pressing his lips to his cheek. Once, and then twice, and another time, over and over until David is smiling so wide the corners of his eyes have crinkled and he turns to pull Matteo back into his arms.

send me a ship + kiss

[beewenslove]

get a little closer, get a little closer

[youidiotprince]

not me writing my childhood friends to lovers beewens fic just to include a scene of Engel helping Noor split dye her hair 🤪

[kartoffelblume]

Lift me from the ground

Chapter 1 B

Teaser |  Chapter 1 A

Lucas

Yes he did agree to go to the couples dance thing, no he didn't expect it to already be the very next day.

Not that he would have planned anything for today - well he promised Kes to take a look at how they decorated their new flat some day but he could still do that tomorrow.

But still, it feels like he needs some mental preparation - even if it's just to check what he got himself into.

Still he tags along with Engel to the university.

Apparently the class is in one of the larger art rooms - one of the few rooms without chairs

He's just contemplating his chances to get away when Engel already pulls him into the small room and all chances vanish.

But then he locks eyes with a guy - tanned skin, dark brown eyes, tall, beautifully shaped bone structure - and suddenly he doesn't want to leave at all.

The moment feels like a second and an hour at the same time.

But then a guy at the front of the group speaks up and the moment is gone.

"Hey! I'm Moyo and this is Noor. We'll be your instructors for tonight."

The short dark haired girl at his side steps forward.

"We're glad so many of you came. And I'm sure we'll be able to show you that couples dance is not half as uncool as it sounds."

There is some laughter but it quickly dies down when the guy - Moyo he remembers - claps his hands loudly.

"So lets get started! Pair up in teams of two"

When the group starts to form into couples a few girls end up standing alone.

"Come on - we're not old-fashioned here, just couple up it doesn't have to be a girl and a guy."

There are a few laughs again and for a moment Luc contemplates if the guy is really open minded or just sexist - when he notices that the Noor smiles fondly even while rolling her eyes.

When he looks to Engel at his side she has her eyes on the girl as well.

"Everything alright?"

Engel quickly nods but her eyes linger on the dark haired girl for a second too long.

"So that's the mysterious girl you met yesterday?"

Now she fully faces him.

"How did you know?"

Luc just raises an eyebrow as if to say 'isn't this obvious?' what prompts her to smile lightly.

"Okay okay..."

Then their attention is directed to the front again where Noor starts to explain the right way to stand - where the hands should be and how close they are supposed to stand.

It's surprisingly easy. They still make a few mistakes but the steps are not as hard as they look. A couple of times one of the instructors comes over to help them - one of these times Noor corrects Engels posture by moving her arms - Engels eyes get huge in a little cry for help at that moment but Luc just grins wide and even asks Noor another question once she wants to leave.

Engel squints her eyes together but doesn't say a thing.

Lucas eyes wander over to the unknown boy a couple of times, he dances with a pretty brunette girl, arms secure around her waist, laughing with her.

Of course he has a girlfriend - what else could he possibly want at a couples dance course.

He quickly turns back to Engel once the guy turns around, not wanting to be seen staring.

Then, after one hour that actually felt really short and after learning the steps for a slow walz the class is over, Moyo and Noor are thanking everyone and reminding them that there's class again next week.

"That wasn't too bad"

He concludes and Engel chuckles.

"See!"

But then dark hair catches her eye - Noor walking towards them. He nods towards Engel, telling her this way he'll be just over there and takes a few steps to the side.

He's just wondering what to do now when a voice with a cute belgian accent rips him from his thoughts.

"This is more fun than I thought"

It's the pretty boy he locked eyes with earlier - the one who just hugged the pretty brunette goodbye.

"Yeah it is"

"I'm Jens by the way"

The guy smiles - something that makes his entire face shine. Luc stares for a moment until he realizes he probably should answer that.

"Oh, I'm Lucas. Luc."

Jens nods, looking around the room and then back at Lucas.

"And that blonde girl, is that your girlfriend?"

Oh, he's talking about Engel. Probably he should say no. But then he remembers Jens dancing with that pretty girl, how he laughed. Luc isn't exactly sure why, maybe it's the little pang of jealousy he feels, maybe it's the need to belong but he nods.

"Yeah, that's Engel."

Is that disappointment in Jens face?

"Oh... You look cute together."

Apparently they do.

"And that girl earlier, she's your girlfriend, right?"

Jens shakes his head easily.

"No - I literally just met her today, Noor knows her and I needed a dance partner.

Now Lucas feels dumb - why did he have to say Engel would be his girlfriend? What's wrong about having no girlfriend?

"You could have fooled me"

Jens smiles crookedly but then a small guy with a friendly smile appears at his side and talks about heading somewhere.

Luc takes that as his sign to leave, he quietly mumbles a goodbye and makes his way back to Engel who is standing alone by now.

Just then the full realization of what he just did hits him - Jens knows Noor. And he just told him Engel would be his girlfriend. Shit.

Still he swallows down the worry as he reaches a grinning Engel.

"She said I was doing great!" She blurts out once he's close enough to hear her.

"And that she's glad I came!"

Her happiness seems contagious and Luc can't help but to grin as well.

"See - I told you she didn't invite you for no reason"

Just as he wanted Engels cheeks get red and she furrows her eyebrows.

"That’s not.. She probably just wanted to be friendly"

Luc can't help but to roll his eyes.

"Tell yourself that... But still, I'm proud little one"

She squints her eyes together for a moment.

"You know that you're barely taller then me."

As they laugh Luc notices a movement at the corner of his eyes - Jens is leaving with Moyo and two other guys on his side.

Again their eyes meet for a second, just shortly then Jens vanishes through the door.

"So, what's up with that guy? I saw you two talking earlier."

Of course Engel would notice something is up. But what is he supposed to say? That he caught Lucs eye but Luc messed it up by telling him he has a girlfriend? Not that there even would have been a chance in the first place.

That's why he just shrugs.

"Nothing, he was just introducing himself..."

Engel doesn't look entirely convinced but she still nods and changes the topic.

[noorengels]

the seasons with you

Engel detested winter.

She hated the cold air and the days so short that made her feel unaccomplished at 4pm. She hated having to constantly put on or unload layers of clothing whenever she entered or left a building. She hated how the beloved summery months of January and December were suddenly freezing in the northern hemisphere. She hated the icy roads that made it difficult to walk and drive. She hated being stuck indoors when the weather was too bad. She hated having permanently chapped lips and a constant cold. She hated everything to do with the season. And it was in the winter when she met her.

She was a face she frequently saw sitting next to the window in the coffee shop by Engel’s school. She was a face that often watched the snow fall outside with a smile, the warm mug in her hands fogging up the glass. She was the face that nodded Engel over to her table for two on that abnormally packed day in which she couldn’t find a seat. “I’m Noor,” she told her. Engel began to sit there every time she could after that.

Over the weeks she learnt that winter was Noor’s favourite season, and how sad she was to see it soon come to an end. Noor learnt that Engel craved those summer nights where she felt like she had the world in her hands. Engel learnt what her favourite drink was and surprised Noor outside the café with one in her shaky hands as she asked Noor out on a date. Noor learnt that she had never ice skated before after walking past a frozen lake. Engel learnt that she liked to take the long way home just to enjoy the winter scenery a little longer. Noor learnt that her kisses were sweet, even if they tasted like coffee.

Soon the hot drinks turned into roses as the winter became spring. Engel loved how everything around her began to regain colour and life, and the world did seem a little brighter whenever she was with Noor. Noor met her friends and she met Noor’s. Their relationship blossomed like the colourful flowers at the park where Noor asked Engel to be hers. Stolen kisses became a regular thing. The rainy days that once dampened Engel’s week turned into lazy days with Noor. Engel’s notebook started filling up with doodles of flowers and short poems about Noor. Daisy chains and soft kisses became her favourite thing that day they spent in her garden, singing to all their favourite songs with flowers in their hair. Engel grew to love the feeling of fingers as soft as dandelions running through her hair. Noor loved how her cheeks would blush whenever she surprised her outside school with buttercups for her favourite girl. Engel’s yellow-coated nails matched the sunflowers she painted on Noor’s guitar. She didn’t mind the teasing from the girls whenever her face lit up after receiving a text from Noor. Engel was happy.

Engel was ecstatic when the days grew longer and the sun was warmer. Engel loved summer. She loved the whispered ‘I love you’s as she laid beside Noor beneath the stars, sharing their deepest secrets. Engel loved dancing with her in the moonlight. She loved the feeling of their hands intertwined as Noor led her towards the rollercoaster at a fair. She loved midnight driving with the windows down. She loved lazy days at the beach that ended with her in Noor’s lap, arms wrapped around her waist, gathered around a bonfire with their closest friends. She loved the spontaneous trips, each becoming an unforgettable adventure. She loved making out in the pool. She loved waking up with Noor between her arms. She loved smushing ice cream onto Noor’s cheek, the happiest of laughter escaping her lips as she chased Engel. She loved feeling like she was on top of the world. She loved the drunken nights where she could only remember her. She loved singing at the top of his lungs while Noor drove through the streets. She loved Noor.

Autumn came as the greens were replaced by browns and the air became chilly. The burgundy lipstick Noor now sported often stained her neck. Engel enjoyed walking on crunchy leaves with their hands intertwined. She liked wearing Noor’s warm hoodies. Noor loved seeing Engel after they had been discarded onto the bedroom floor. Noor liked how dates at the coffeehouse where they met became more frequent. Noor loved using the excuse of “I’m cold” just so she could wrap herself around Engel whenever she pleased. Watching films hidden beneath piles of blankets became a recurring theme throughout the week. Baths that smelled of cinnamon while they sipped on hot drinks were the highlight of her day. It was the season for baking pies and making out on kitchen counters while they sat in the oven. It was the season when Engel held Noor’s clammy hand when she met her parents, grins wide when they noticed them visibly approving of her girlfriend.

The winter felt foreign to Engel this time round. She didn’t mind the cold air that whipped around her as Noor taught her how to skate on ice. Because with her she felt warm and happy. The snow that she once thought of as a nuisance became ammunition for their snowball fights in the garden. Date nights consisted of spending hours in Engel’s new car with the heater at full blast, eating takeaway in an empty car park. She didn’t mind caring for Noor when she was sick, even if she managed to catch whatever it was a few days later too. She liked drinking hot chocolate while her other hand held Noor’s in her pocket.

Engel loved the winter. Engel loved Noor.  

[gucciboner]

Okay I figured it out:

Wtfock is going to adopt Lucas VDH as Milan's cousin, Lucas and Jens will be boyfriends, Lucas will invite the dutch boy- and girlsquad to a party in Antwerp, thats when Engel and Noor meet and become girlfriends 😎

[engelkeijsers]

imagine how powerful would skam nl and wtfock be if they made beewens canon