#ingelwens

[dagcutie]

wtfock couples as memoji [wtfock characters]

[peaceoutofthepieces]

yeah for noor and britt sorry, i completely blanked on saying who i was referring too

yes please do a first kiss for noor and britt😍 it even could be a part 2 of that night!!

I’m super sorry this took me so long. here is the first part for anyone who missed it and would like to read it first :)

Noor has never slept on the sofa (aside from the few times they feel asleep watching a movie or she passed out drunk there). It’s never a question that she will simply sleep in the bed with Britt. There’s nothing strange about it. Britt doesn’t think anything of it.

Tonight, Noor is seriously considering sleeping on the sofa.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to be near Britt; it’s that she wants that a little too much. Once they’re settled under the blankets, they’re too close and too far. Warmth radiates across the space between them. Britt isn’t even a foot away. All her features are visible to Noor even in the dark. This is what makes it too much—that Noor can’t pretend she isn’t looking at Britt, and that she can see Britt looking back.

Most times, Britt instantly falls asleep, or rolls over to face the wall, or curls into the pillow and closes her eyes, at the very last. They rarely talk by the time they collapse into bed, not when they’ve already been talking on the sofa and in the kitchen and over the bathroom sink all night.

Tonight, for some reason, is different. Tonight, Britt keeps her eyes open and focused on Noor. Her gaze is curious, bright, and intent. Intense. Noor is trapped in it, unable to turn away or close her own eyes or do anything but look back. She doesn’t know what’s happening, can’t tell what Britt is thinking or feeling, but she’s sure her own emotions are splayed all over her face.

“I never expect you to stay,” Britt whispers, tone raspy in that way it gets when there’s a meaning behind her words. When there’s emotion there.

Noor smiles softly. “Why wouldn’t I? Nothing like a good slumber party.”

Britt huffs a laugh. Then she reaches out and pushes Noor’s hair behind her ear. Strokes the back of her hand over Noor’s cheek. Trails her fingertips lightly down Noor’s neck to her shoulder and leaves them there. “I don’t know. I’m used to messing up. I’m always waiting for you to leave.”

Noor’s hesitant to slide into the space between them, mostly because she’s worried it will upset the hand on her shoulder. Then she does it anyway, drawn by the tethers in both her stomach and chest, always pulling her towards the girl sharing the bed.

Instead of pulling her hand away, Britt settles it on the curve of Noor’s neck, sure and steady.

Noor says, “I’m not going anywhere.”

She isn’t sure who closes the gap. She thinks it’s mutual—both of them already moving as one, meeting each other halfway. The only thing she knows is that there’s an electricity in Britt’s kiss, amplifying ever other point of contact to extents she has never thought possible. Her heart beats hard, but Britt’s lips are soft. The hesitance in the push and pull seems to come from a doubt of Noor wanting it, rather than Britt doubting it herself. The longer it goes on, the more sure it becomes, and when Noor finally gathers the courage and sense to tangle a hand in Britt’s hair, it’s unrestrained. It’s a kiss, Noor realises, that has been a long time coming. It’s a kiss both of them could have had long ago, but that was made for this exact moment. It’s a kiss she won’t forget anytime soon, and it’s only the first.

[sincerelyravens]

on wednesdays, we fall:

Pairings: Britt Ingelbrecht/Noor Bauwens

Summary: 

Ever since the beginning of quarantine—the first of many terrible gifts that 2020 had given out, ripping them all away from their friends and outside families, Wednesday had belonged to them. At first, it had been a text from Noor saying “I miss hanging out with you. Let’s hang out on Zoom tonight.” and they had gotten together with some wine and Britt had brought her favorite snacks too and the two of them started on one of Noor’s favorite shows. They had stopped to talk about the events of the show with Britt asking questions and Noor enthusiastically answering.

...

Or: Britt and Noor meet up for their weekly movie night and end things differently than how they started.

[suusbauwens]

She’ll turn to her and say, she’ll turn to her and say "It’s not fair, it’s not fair how much I love you It’s not fair, 'cause you make me laugh when I’m actually really fucking cross at you for something,"

And he’ll say "Oh how, oh how unreasonable How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do I spend my days so close to you 'cause if I’m standing here, maybe everyone will think I’m alright,"

[engelkeijsers]

THERE'S LITERALLY NO WAY THEY'RE NOT DATING AFTER THIS INSTAGRAM PHOTO

[ravenbrenna09]

Ingelwens is like the perfect couple with contrasting vibes. Britt is cottage core. Noor is dark academia. Together, they are in love.

[peaceoutofthepieces]

NOOR X BRITT 12 PLSPPSLPLS

12. Almost Kiss

Noor doesn’t think as she leans in, laughing, and brushes Britt’s hair back, carefully detangling the strands and tucking them behind her ear. As her fingertips graze over Britt’s skin, though, she panics, and quickly withdraws, and Britt keeps laughing, none the wiser.

She supposes that’s how it should be. A simple, casual, careless touch shouldn’t give her away. Britt won’t notice that anything is amiss, never does. But Noor knows. She’s known for a while, and now it’s entirely unavoidable. Her own laughter catches in her throat, and her heart races, and Britt just looks at her with the same smile and doesn’t see any of it.

She rests her hand on Noor’s wrist, where it’s laying over the back of the couch, and plays with the charms on her bracelet. “Are you staying?”

Noor swallows, tilts her head questioningly. “Do you want me to?”

Britt doesn’t even hesitate before nodding, and it’s really not good for Noor’s heart. Britt retracts her hand and rests her head against the back of the couch instead, almost against Noor’s shoulder, her hair tickling the bare skin of Noor’s arm.

“It’s too quiet if you don’t,” she admits. “I feel better when I’m not alone. Or when I’m alone with you.”

Noor’s heart thuds. It shouldn’t. She knows Britt doesn’t mean it like that. She knows Britt doesn’t see her like that. It’s hard to remember, when Britt admits things like this in the dark and the quiet, and even harder when she’s so close. Noor can’t help but lean a little closer, tilting their heads towards each other, craving the proximity but unable to initiate the contact.

Britt does it for her, closing the gap and pressing their foreheads together, and Noor thinks, oh.

Her eyes flick down to Britt’s lips. They are most definitely within kissing distance. Noor would just have to shift a bit, lean forward just slightly, and that would it. Is that what she’s supposed to do? Is that what this means?

Is Britt finally asking her to?

She takes a slow breath, drawing her hand towards her to link it in Britt’s hair.

But Britt simply rests there for a second with her eyes closed and then rolls her head away, flopping her arm out to her side with a sigh. She stares at the coffee table and huffs another laugh. “I don’t wanna clean up.”

Noor draws her arm away and scratches at her own hair, then smiles. “If you get me something to sleep in, I’ll do it.”

Britt smiles gratefully at her, nods in acceptance, and then heaves herself up and disappears, and Noor takes a moment to let her heart settle.

Maybe next time.

[suusbauwens]

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