#honeymoonmuke

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag ten blogs you would like to get to know better.

I NEVER would have thought that some would tag me! Thank you thank you thank you @honeymoonmuke

I still can’t believe this

You are amazing

a - age: waaaaaaaay too old... end 20s

b - birthplace: Münster, Germany

c - current time: 19:40

d - drink you had last: Coffee, while I’m writing this

e - easiest person to talk to: About superficial things I talk easily to everyone, about things that matter I only trust a few people

f - favorite song: don’t stop me now by Queen

g - grossest memory: I must have been 7 or 8 and we were visiting my great aunt. She was already really old then and was just wearing a tank top, and I don’t remember why but she slapped the sagging, wrinkly skin of her upper arm in my face and yelled “when you’ll be my age you’ll look just like that” and I vividly remember it slapping my nose an cheek – still gives me chills

h - horror yes or no: Depends, if it’s a real person who goes crazy than a strict NO but if it’s about a monster, ghost or demon or something like that than yes

i - in love? Yes, always.

j - jealous of people? No I think not

k - killed someone? not that I can remember

l - love at first sight or should I walk past again? Love at first sight – I STILL BELIEVE IT EXIST

m - middle name: Don’t have one, but I always wanted one

n - number of siblings: None. Only child here.

o - one wish: someday I want to own a little café on a shore, bake some pies and chat with customers while they drink tea, oh an see a whale

p - person i called last: My Mum, telling her I made it back home safe after a party. She still wants to hear it every time I go out even after I moved out a couple of years ago

q - question you’re always asked: Are you mad? You look mad! - NO! its just the resting bitch face guys! I’m fine!

r - reason to smile: when you make someone laugh, fresh brewed coffee, sitting by the ocean, music

s - song you last sang: Too good at goodbyes, sam smith

t - time you woke up: 05:46, my alarm normally screams at 05:00 at me and I have to leave the house at 06:00 so yeah you can imagine how my morning went

u - underwear color: always black – creepy question

v - vacation: last vacation? May, a few days at the beach to celebrate our 10 year anniversary

w - worst habit: things always have to go the way I want, otherwise I’m getting bitchy – I’m trying to change that

x - xrays: Several. I fall down the stairs a lot

y - your favorite food: Chinese food, or any stew my grandma used to made

z - zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Honestly I don’t know who to tag

I don’t really talk to people because I’m weird

The sun was rising over the cliff, and you were sitting at the edge. It was moments like this that made you appreciate the things you had in life. A soft breeze was blowing through your hair and everything felt peaceful. The sea bellow the cliff was calm, only small swells were rippling underneath the surface. Clutching your fists into the sleeves of your hoodie, well technically it belonged to Michael, but nothing seemed to matter that much as you viewed the ocean and sunrise play together. 

Inside the tent, Michael was just starting to wake up. A certain someone had forgotten to close the tent before she wandered out, so he was left with a not as warm sleeping bag and sun in his eyes. He reached out for you, but were met with nothing but a cold sleeping bag, so he quickly stumbled about to find his hoodie form last night. When he didn’t find it, he grumbled to himself in an noncommittal way about your habit of steal his hoodies. He proceeded to pull his extra hoodie, because after a while in this relationship he had learned to always keep an extra back up hoodie when you travelled. Then he pulled the hood over his head and crawled out of the blue tent. When he lifted his head up, a surge of love flowed though him. And for the first time, it was not like fireworks were exploding inside him. Those had disappeared for a while and had been replaced for a while. You fought too much about trivial things and it seemed never ending. So after a particularly rough fight you both decided you needed time to reconnect. Hence the trip out to nowhere without internet and troublesome news. 

Now however, a warm feeling was spreading though his veins as he watched the rays of sun make a halo around your head. His hear swelled at you turned around with a soft smile on your face and waved him over. With careful steps towards you, he sat down beside you, so close that your thighs touched and you had to move your hand. Before you could put it in your lap, he had a soft grip on your wrist before sliding his finger down your hand. Slipping the sleeves of the sweater a couple of inches up to your wrist, before lacing his fingers with yours. Giving you the adoring look you had not seen in a while, he kept eye contact while kissing your knuckles, and letting your hands drop to his lap. 

“Thank you for doing this, thank you for fighting for us.” 

His voice was just above a whisper and he sounded a little fragile. 

“Thank you for giving me something worth fighting for” 

ahhhh oh my god!! thank you so much for sticking me here :) no one really said much about that fic when I wrote it so I’m really, really happy you enjoyed it enough to stick it on this rec list bc, personally, I really liked it! again, thank you so much!! <3

No, thank you for writing it!! Also, that tends to happen to me too, the fics that I enjoyed writing most or the ones that I like the end result out of whatever specific reason, are most likely not my followers favorite.