noor+engel

yes I did make a sideblog dedicated to a crackship, what of it? tag us!! #beewenslove run by anna + audrey

[starmandyke-deactivated20210624]

noor being extremely cute pt. 1, pt. 2

[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 yourself 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.  

[noorisinlove]

And I won’t let my insecurities Define who I am, I am Not gonna waste my life, ’cause I’ve been fucked up ’Cause it doesn’t matter

or

Will someone please write an angsty beewens fic

[noorengels]

what’s a super fall/autumn date beewens would go on?

i can’t get the image out of my head of a cold, cloudy day at a park or a lake where they’re surrounded by crunchy brown leaves. engel would be wearing a big puffy coat and a scarf whereas a coat would ruin noor’s outfit so she settled for a denim jacket instead, an idea that seemed good at the time. engel would notice her girlfriend — it still felt strange calling her this as they were still in the early stages of their relationship, most of which engel had spent in denial — start to shiver, core shaking despite trying her hardest to act casual. “you should’ve brought a coat or something,” engel would tell her, reaching a hand to feel how cold noor’s was. “i’m fine.” “you’re literally frozen,” she’d chastise, lacing their fingers together and pressing them slightly hard to try and warm them up. noor would’ve complained but she didn’t want to, she wanted engel to hold her hands and she didn’t want her to let go. it didn’t help warm her up, but it helped noor’s cheeks turn pink which she could always blame on the cold. theyd sit like that for a while, overlooking the lake with their hands intertwined, until noor couldn’t conceal her shivers and engel thought that enough was enough. she’d pull them up off of the ground, only letting go of her hands to take off her scarf and carefully wrap it around noor’s neck, who once again would’ve complained if it wasn’t for the fact that the caring look in engel’s eyes made her heart swell. “we’re going to get us some coffee to warm you up, okay?” shed explain with a soft smile before pressing a kiss to her lips. that kiss gave noor a buzz that was enough to keep her warm throughout the winter. she’d agree with a nod before wrapping her arms around engel’s torso, holding her girlfriend close on their journey to the coffee shop. 

[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

[horrificmemes]

Scary OTP meme: send a pair and I’ll fill this out

Which one is more fond of scary movies: Which one gets the most excited about Halloween: Which one would be more likely to survive the apocalypse: Which one would literally kill for the other: Which one likes to scare or startle the other: Which one is more likely to need comforting when they get spooked: Which one always puts on a brave face: Which one would be more dangerous if they suddenly became violent: Which one would be more likely to commit a crime: Which one believes in ghosts: Which one likes to watch spooky show on television: Which one would propose the idea of holding a seance: Which one has nightmares more often: Which one would want to explore a real haunted house:

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I know Halloween was a couple of days ago but fuck it, guys, please just humour me and send me ships for this meme anyway.

[starmandyke-deactivated20210624]

[noorisinlove]

✨Queen shit✨

[goodandhorrid-deactivated202104]

Send me a ship and I will tell you: (Sleeping!)

Who is a night owl:

Who is a morning person:

Are they cuddlers:

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:

What is their favourite sleeping position:

Who steals all the blankets:

What they wear to bed:

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:

Who can’t keep their hands to themself:

[poopoopeepeepoope-deactivated20]

[noorengels]

‘what makes you happiest about noor?’ janna had casually asked long ago, yet those very words continued to play over and over in engel’s head like a scratched vinyl. she recalls shrugging in response, adding a simple ‘i don’t know, everything?’ to emphasise her point, yet the more she thought about that exchange the more she became certain that her moment of incertitude carried nothing but candor. everything about noor made engel the happiest she had ever been.

the way their fingers slide against each other easily, fitting together like puzzle pieces and making engel wonder about destiny and fate made engel happy. when noor sneaks into her house in the dead of the night, wanting nothing more than to lay by her side, arms wrapped around her waist before their daily routines pulled them apart brought the happiest smile anyone had ever seen to engel’s face. hearing the passion in noor’s voice when she explained to engel the true meaning behind the lyrics of her favourite songs made her happy. the easiness that came with noor’s general aura, making engel feel comfortable to be her most authentic self from the moment they first met made her feel happy, especially when her vulnerability is met with nothing but love. the sound of her voice, the softness of her lips, the gentleness of her touch made engel happy. it was impossible to pick just one.

[bonthebun]

imagine finding a girl that looks at you and thinks “thats the one” and she waits and respects your boundaries and falls in love slowly with you the more she knows you. imagine this girl seeing you and lighting up, imagine her bringing you lunch and gifts and being excited when you do the same! just imagine 

[noorengels]

🌻 beewens headcanon maybe? 🥺

engel loving receiving flowers and when noor notices this she makes sure to give engel a flower of any kind whenever she’s sees her: a small daisy she plucked from the field as they sat together on the grass, a little doodle on engel’s hand or arm if she had a pen in hand, she’d only ever actually purchase a small bouquet on special occasions and every single time she receives a flower in any shape or form from her girlfriend she falls in love a little more

[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.

[andrastesass]

fictional kiss things that end me

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward

one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

pressing their foreheads together while kissing

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse

guys furrowing their brow when kissing passionately

staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in

running their thumb over the other’s lips

when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves

ripping the other away - “no we shouldn’t” - but when they kiss them again they moan and hold them close

one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them

accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart

when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more

a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

then licks their lips and says “please”

Also:

following the kiss with a series of kisses up to suckle an earlobe

following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck

lightly running the very tip of the tongue around the outline of the lips with darting touches before actually kissing

raking a hand through the hair and getting a good handful to pull the other person closer (before or during the kiss)

starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in devout passion

softly moaning into the kiss

smiling just before or during the kiss

kissing tears away

kissing at laughlines/crow’s feet/frownlines

kissing pouty lips

lightly running fingers up along the neck while kissing

bringing up the hands to cup the other person’s face while kissing

slowly letting their fingers twine together while kissing softly

a huge smile on face(s) when the kiss ends

a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

…. I like fictional kisses, mk?

[goodguydotmp3]

also: •jawline kisses •when someone kisses the other person’s hand(s) •shoulder kisses •cheek kisses •when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead •that thing where someone turns into an unexpected kiss, like there were turning around and the other person was just super close •accidental kisses that turn into a giggling fit •kissing eyelids to show reverence •top of head kisses •when one person says “move away if you don’t want this” and the other person moves in for the kiss •height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes •kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap •awkward fumbling kisses where their both so excited that it’s sloppy and teeth clash •kisses where a person punctuates every word with a chaste kiss •kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing •KISSES

[centrumlumina]

breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths

moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

hands in each others’ hair

kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s

throwing their arms around the other person, holding them close while they kiss

hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp

lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

routine kisses where the other person presents their cheek/forehead for the hello/goodbye kiss without even looking up from what they’re doing

[lunacysecretgarden-blog]

People… pliz.

[beewenslove]

I made a alternative musician Noor x indie singer Engel edit a while ago and I can't stop thinking about how cute that would be. They could be 'rivals' and have to date in secret for a while. And Noor gets protective over Engel when they're around her punk friends and Engel's friends don't like Noor because of her reputation.

I love that!!!

I like to think about Engel calling Liv for music advice, or they duet and Liv’s like...I dont know who this is about, but you’re in love with her.

Britt notices that Noor’s spotify playlist has more love songs than usual and tries to coyly figure out what’s going on.

they end up booked at the same venues and Noor pretends to be annoyed but in reality she set it up to see Engel

the barely coded lyrics, maybe their sounds even start to mesh a little from spending so much time together.

Engel’s friends fearing that Noor won’t be a stable support for her. Noor’s friends fearing that Engel absorbing so much of Noor’s time won’t be a good influence.

covers of ALL OF THE GAY SONGS 

[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.

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