#beewens fic

[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

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[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.

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[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?

[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.

[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 A

Teaser | Chapter 1 B

Engel

For a first day it was okay. No one seemed outright mean and most of what the profs said made her even more exited about this year.

But most of the other students looked so cool - way too cool to be her friend.

Somehow she wishes at least one of her friends would study with her. But none of them are that much into fashion design so she's alone.

So far at least. Maybe she should have just talked to someone - she wouldn't find any friends sitting on her own.

Maybe she should try asking Janna again if she'd join. Engel isn't sure about her particular talent when it comes to fashion but at least she's able to experiment and improvise. And that shitty car she bought after working over the summer probably wouldn't last long anyway.

She just decided to get her phone to ask her how she's doing so far when a soft voice rips her from her thoughts.

"Can I sit here?"

When she looks up there's a girl. Short dark hair, piercings in her ears and nose, soft brown eyes and a really cute smile.

"Oh.. Of course."

Engel should have known that a place as beautiful as this so close to the university would already belong to some cool kid.

She found the spot at the small river on accident when strolling around with no destination in mind and was instantly enamored by how beautifully the water flowed and how sheltered it looked between the threes.

Should she make some room for the dark haired girl?

But the girl just slips out of her shoes and sits down next to her to let her feet hang into the refreshing water as well, their legs almost touching.

It's quiet for a moment, Engel desperately tries not to stare at the girl sitting almost too close to her.

She's damn beautiful. Her nose ring reminds Engel that she wanted a piercing just like that but never felt brave enough to actually do it.

"So... Are you in the first year as well?"

The girls soft voice breaks the silence and Noor can't help but to turn towards her again.

"Yeah... This was my first day"

The girl smiles in a way that makes Engels heart flutter so she smiles back.

"Mine too... Made any friends yet?"

Engel lightly shakes her head.

"Well now you made one. I'm Noor."

Noor.

In some way it fits, it captures the entire aesthetic. Also it's somehow beautiful.

"I'm Engel"

Noor looks almost surprised.

"Really? That fits almost too good!"

"Why?"

Noor laughs, a warm laugh that feels like being wrapped in a really good hug.

"Because you look almost like an Angel"

She announces it so easily that for a moment Engel is sure she misheard something.

"Oh... Thank you?"

Was this even a compliment? Or was that supposed to mean she looks boring?

But Noor just keeps smiling.

"So what are you studying?"

"Fashion design"

"Wow - That's really cool! I was thinking about that too!"

It would be really cool if Noor would study fashion as well - they could sit next to each other and they could design something...

"So what are you studying then that's better than fashion design?"

Noor laughs at that, her eyes sparkling.

"I wouldn't say better, but maybe better for me. Just art. I have a few classes in dance choreography and also a few in fashion design so maybe we'll meet there."

That definitely sounds exciting. Engel can't help but to start asking questions and soon they're caught up in a deep discussion about art and fashion.

It's so easy to talk to Noor - she never makes Engel feel dumb for asking questions. Instead she asks plenty of them herself.

Also she laughs a lot. Always in that really warm way.

But then, in the middle of discussing the meaning of green Noor checks her phone and there is an apologetic look on her face.

"I should head home again."

While she proceeds to get up her hand softly moves over Engels bare leg. Probably by accident.

Or maybe not by accident.

"But if you feel like seeing me - I'll probably help setting up the couples dance classes this semester."

She smiles and then just leaves, her shoes still in her hand.

"I'll be there" Engel shouts behind Noor who turns around one last time with a wide smile on her lips.

Engel watches her until she turns a corner and is gone.

Couples dance classes... Sounds like she has to convince Luc to join with her.

-

When she opens the front door of their flat she is instantly surrounded by music, a song she recognizes easily because they have been listening to it a lot together.

She quickly gets rid of her shoes and follows the melody into the kitchen where Luc is dancing with closed eyes.

Instead of greating him she just joins in to the dancing, closes her eyes and sways to the music.

It's easy with Luc. She never thinks about what he could possibly think about her when she's with him. That's why they have an array of weird habits developed - like dancing in the kitchen together.

When he opens his eyes and grins she finally asks.

"What would you think about joining couples dance class?"

Her plan was to bring it up somewhere in the middle of the conversation - probably after they told each other about their days but instead she had to blurt it out as soon as she got the chance.

The result is confusion written all over Lucs face.

"What?"

Patiently she repeats. "Couples dance class"

The confusion doesn't get any less.

"Why?"

Engel trys to quickly think about some convincing reason to go.

"It's super cool to learn some actual dancing. And it won't be too different from our usual kitchen dancing anyway."

It'll probably be quite different.

Luc seems to think the same as he raises his eyebrows.

"You think so?"

She tries her best at an enthusiastic nod.

"Yeah and it's a really good opportunity to meet people on campus."

Still his eyebrows are furrowed.

"You don't think making friends in our classes will be enough?"

Engel lets out a deep sigh.

"Come on - I'm sure it's gonna be lots of fun!"

The answer is just a groan.

"Luc, please!"

He stills for a moment, really thinking about her idea for the first time.

"I'm not sure... There are enough people already thinking we are a couple, wouldn't it only get worse? And why dancing out of all possibilities?"

Looks like she has to change tactics.

"Okay, okay... There's a girl..."

His face lightens up visibly.

"Now we're talking! Tell me about her!"

With a sigh she sits down on the kitchen table to start telling him about her encounter with Noor earlier today - about how she really really wanted to see her again, and if it's just to find a friend.

Luc rolls his eyes at that comment and hes probably right, by the way Engel couldn't keep her thoughts from the dark haired girl the entire few hours since they met probably tells a lot.

Maybe Engel really wants to see her again just to be around her, just to hear her laugh and see her smile.

But maybe, just maybe Noor wants to see her again for the same reason

[ravenbrenna09]

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[kalemakar]

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peacsandanSO MANY LIKE SO SO MANY i switched to my computer for this asks so i can try and get everyoneee

ok so gif makers/vid/edits:

@sekoui (sTUNNING) @carlasmina (a m a z i n g) @veerledejaegers (shes like yes ive been here for one week and imma slay the game) @allezrobbe (the colors omg i-) @to-enter-polaris (omfg youre wtfock poster edits and videos are *chefs kiss*) @luxandobscurus (YOU ARE ALL OF THEM you make stunning vids, write fics, and youre drawings are beautiful you do it allllll) @well-who-needs-angels-anyway (love the coloring) @lolasluquette (your gifs are already amazing and your photo edits are stunningggg) @federicocesaris (that coloring *faints* its so fricking amazing) @bleachblondebitches (ida i just straight up faint when i see your gifs thats how pretty they are and your art is soooo cuteeee) @nooraevas (sis i- theyre all so fricking awsome [ps. youre nooreva edits and elu edits are my favorite]) @noorengels (founder of the beewans captain your beewens gifs look so frickin amazing and r e a l hoowwww) @noorakviigmohn (girl your gifs are so lovely!!!) @ijzermansrobbe (their gifs? frickin awesome i love the coloring and ideas) @sanabakkoushd (their gifs of all the sana remakes are just so beautiful to look at) @nyttvera (stunning gifs) @sander-klaas (girl your photo edits are amazing) @evassaetre (your icons and moodboards are so prettyyy) @yasminora (your icons are so frickin prettyyyyy) @mirroroferisedx (the c o l o r i n g omg its amazing) dqjwpdoiwjqdi that has to be everyone right 

writers: 

@dearrobbe (pmit will always be one of my fav fics) @sanderijzermans (your writing makes me feel emotions eifhwoefh) @robbesdriesen (i frickin love your camp fic sm) @peaceoutofthepieces (love your social media fic!)  @honeybeekman (both an amazing artist and a lovely writer we stan a talented queen)

artists:

@jensrolt (amazing!!!) @embeddedinmybrain (STUNNInG) @ffriluftslivv (i saw one painting of yours and i fell in love) @annonymannonym (omfg their stuff is stunning) @sundaymorninghangover (those feuts drawings? *chefs kiss*)

DID I GET EVERYONE 

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[uitzinnigmp3]

Hi do you know anyone who makes skam crackships please

hi anon!

i’m not very into a lot of crackships, the only ones i really follow are van der stoffels and beewens (noor/engel) (but i believe theyre also the biggest ahahah) so i can recommend you some blogs for those 2!

vds:

- of course, the captain of vds, @peaceoutofthepieces nat writes amaaazing fics and is also an amazing person so double win!

- @dreamy-slytherin / @leoniejulie - leonies art is so so good, AND she and nat came up with vds week (i think) which makes her like,,, a fandom god tbh

- @pduwd martha’s lil fics are the CUTEST and she introduced killian to this world, which is the best thing that has happened since sliced bread

- @livsisa aaf both writes AND draws which,,, i don’t even have words, she’s so talented

- @franboos1 writes and makes edits - the edits are so realistic and beautiful and anytime i see them i’m like aksjkajsksks

- @whatkindoffockeryisthis effy writes the cutest drabbles and is also the cutest human so it works very well together 😌

- @ravenbrenna09 brenna’s fics are so so so good, theyre mostly sobbe but there’s a lot of vds in there as well! (and i might have heard from confidential sources that mayhaps there will be some beewens in the future as well? hmmm)

beewens:

now i gotta say, beewens is pretty new and there’s not many blogs for them yet, so this list won’t be as long as the vds one ksjdksjd

- @noorengels alicia is the captain of the beewens ship tbh, she’s done so much for us and i’m forever grateful 😔😔 she’s currently writing (posting?) a beewens social media au which is,,, the best thing i’ve ever read hands down. her gifsets are also amazing like ma’am, some spare talent pls

ok i realised that for beewens blogs i only really follow alicia lsjdkskdks but most of the blogs i mentioned in the vds list also like beewens/make content for them!

i’m so sorry if i forgot anyone, these r just the blogs i follow and there’s probably so many more but this is all i can think of off the top of my head :)

i hope this answers your question anon!

[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.  

[liaincursives]

i need to clean up my room and pack my things but all I think of is my vds fic and this beewens thing i've been wanting to write down since probably april I'm not content because it's keeping me from being productive

[beewenslove]

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beewens shipper who wanted a place for myself and others of great taste to be able to see all the wonderful stuff people make for noor and engel! 

edits, headcanons, fics, etc send me any of it!

please send any recs or stuff you’ve made, and i will maybe add others who are interested in helping with this blog (message me!)

i’m tracking #beewens + #beewenslove

so yeah, thank you!

[yllwcrtns]

can I somehow get good at writing real quick, none of that practicing bullshit, that takes too much time, because I have so many beewens fic ideas and random senteces in my drafts that I just can’t write cuz I’m a lazy bastard who sucks at writing.

[noorengels]

I Don’t Want To Be Your Friend 015

“I told Janna about us,” Engel confessed, nerves disguised in the form of pulling at the blades of grass at her reach.

“What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, the cold air already settling into the skin Noor’s arms once held. “It wasn’t bad though, you don’t need to worry. She was actually quite nice and supportive by the end.”

“Really?” Noor questioned intrigued, hand shifting closer to the blonde’s once again. “What did she say?”

Engel dug her hand into the pocket of Noor’s black sweatshirt, the one she took from her the week before and had refused to take off ever since, and pulled out her phone to show Noor Janna’s response. Noor rested her head against Engel’s shoulder as she read through the messages, letting her fingers rub softly at her scalp. She could see the edges of Noor’s lips tug upwards into a smile, becoming more cheerful the further she scrolled through the chat.

“See?”

“Maybe Janna isn’t as bad as I thought,” Noor shrugged, handing Engel her phone back. Engel laced their fingers together instead, letting the phone fall onto her lap. “You sure she won’t tell anyone?”

“I’m sure of it,” Engel nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to Noor’s cheek only for Noor to playfully pull her face away from Engel’s reach. “Stop it,” she giggled, lips chasing Noor once more.

“No,” she chuckled, leaning backwards onto the grass.

“Let me kiss my girlfriend,” Engel complained through a laugh, following her down. Noor outstretched her arms, placing them on her shoulders to stop Engel from getting any closer.

“Girlfriend? I don’t remember being asked.”

“It was an unspoken agreement the second you agreed to having ‘i wanna be your girlfriend’ be our song. That was pretty much me asking you out, telling you i wanted to be your girlfriend, and you saying yes.”

“Well, I still want to be asked, or else you won’t have a girlfriend to kiss,” she told her with a teasing smile, sitting up and looking at Engel expectantly.

Engel picked out a small daisy that blossomed by her thigh, holding it out to Noor. “Will you be my girlfriend?” she asked with a small smile, hands feeling jittery despite already knowing the answer to her question.

Noor took the daisy from her grasp, a silly smile resting on Engel’s lips as she watched her exaggeratedly smell it. “I will,” she grinned, tucking the daisy behind Engel’s ear before puckering her lips, ready to receive the kiss her girlfriend craved.

Engel chuckled softly before giving her girlfriend a kiss, relishing in the feeling of kissing the girl she could call ‘mine’.

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