#wolf-zaa

I was tagged by the brilliant @sal-si-puedes and the gorgeous @wolf-zaa. A big ‘thank you’ to both of you! I've done it already but it's such a nice gesture to be tagged and I'm sure I can add some more details about myself.

Rules: tag 5 people you want to know better (originally the number was 9 but it's so much, so I reduced it to 5).

Relationship status: happily married to my soulmate, my wife.

Chapstick or lipstick: I love lipstick but I don't use it very often anymore. There aren't so many possibilities to pimp myself up and get dressed to the nines. But when it happens I love to put on make up and lipstick. So nowadays I prefer chapstick or lipgloss in various shades of pink.

Favorite colors: I'm so in love with all shades of the ocean, from blue to turquoise to greenish, then I love the sandy, earthy brown and grey-ish color that gets combined in the interior decoration you find so often with the shabby chic style, and all shades of off white. My clothes are mosty dark, black, grey during wintertime, and mostly white combined with blue and green during summertime

Last movie I saw: This was a download from the internet. We don't go to the movies anymore. But I'm more or less up to date with all movies I wanted to see. So, last movie was Thor – Ragnarok. Holy shit! I loved it SO MUCH! And we had some good laughs. I'm all into Marvel movies. I adore actually everything Marvel offers and funnily enough I don't feel the urge to ship so hard, although I love to read stucky and stony fics. But  of course Thor and Loki/Chris and Tom...you know. Shewww! HOT!

Top 3 tv shows / I add a forth one just because otherwise it gets boring with me: Hawaii Five O -  my heart beats for this show and I’m so lost in the McDanno universe like really, utterly lost. Suits - of course, but I struggled a lot already during S6 and S7 is quite a bumby road. But I'm a Marvey girl, so I endure the pain and recover my heart by reading/writing fanfiction. The Walking Dead – awesome as fuck, seriously and because of Rickyl of course. Grace and Frankie – have you seen Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin?? Holy shiiiiit! We laughed our ass off! Damn what a good show! If you haven't watched it, give it a try. So much great gay topics in there, about life and love. Hilarious!

Top 3 bands/artists: that's more difficult to anwer. I don't listen so often to music and I follow songs because I love them, but I don't have a favorite popular band these days. But yes, of course I have my all time favorite singers: Elvis Presely (yeah, what can I say? I was hooked when I listen to an old LP my father stored in a drawer somewhere and that was AGES ago and I’m still in love). Bob Marley (gosh I have some favorite songs I could listen to for hours), and I love all sorts of classic music, my star at them moment is Katherine Jenkins. I mostly listen to music when I write, preferably one song on repeat.

Books I'm currently reading: Ahm…since two years I only read fanfiction. I used to be an avid reader. I read tons of books but since I've discovered fanfiction and my own writing I don't read books anymore. At least no novels. But of course I have some I should read to educate my English: Susan Elizabeth Phillips is one of my favorite writers. She has awesome storylines, always hot sex, great hurt/comfort and although it's all about straight couples I read ALL of her books in German. Now I want to start to read them in English. The last books I read were Harry Potter, all in English. I read spacialist literature about horsemanship by Tom Dorance, Buck Brannaman and Ray Hunt.

Tagging: (I don't know you guys so well yet, only if you like of course!)

Belated Merry Christmas, @wolf-zaa!

Title: More Thank I Ever Dared To Hope For

Rating: Mature

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 4954

Summary: Once your soul mate is born, a mark appears on your skin. After that, it depends on fate if you find your soul mate. Harvey's mark appears when he is nine years old, almost ten. It takes him many years to find Mike - and when he finally does, something always comes up from revealing himself to Mike.

Note: Thank you so much, Zaalin, for jumping in and helping out as a pinch hitter!!! Love, Aqua & Erin

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For the first whole nine years of his life, Harvey Specter’s skin had been immaculate.

Unblemished, except of course for the scratches and bruises and tears he had caught playing outdoors or in the attic and for those skateboarding and boxing camp had caused, except for a couple of moles and freckles, and of course except for the scars and tattoos he had drawn himself: fancy ones that consisted of many stitches, simple ones with just a few lines, hearts, skulls, words and patterns, ball-pen and felt-tipped pen. They had come and gone, those marks, and Harvey had always watched them fade with soap and time and always, always with a hint of lingering suspicion throbbing in his chest.

He had always known that those marks wouldn’t stay, even when he would use a waterproof marker. He had always known – even though his mother had told him that one could never know something like that for sure. Gordon, on the other hand, had just looked him in the eye and had given his small hand a short squeeze before he had said to him, again and again: “You’ll know, Harvey. You will know when it’s the one.”

Turns out, his father had been right, for in the middle of one long, dark night – Harvey had been almost ten years old by then and had almost given up on the thought that a soul mate was something that was in the cards for him somewhere – the skin on his groin had burned hot for a second, on his right side, right where his leg started, in that small, tender hollow where the skin is thin and every touch tingles. Harvey had almost knocked over the rocket-shaped bedside lamp on his night stand trying to switch it on, but he had been able to grab and catch it just in time to save it from falling.

Marcus, little Marcus, had been shaken from his sleep by the ruckus though and, sitting up in his bed on the other side of the room and rubbing his sleepy eyes with his tiny fists, had watched, yawning, as Harvey had lifted his t-shirt and pulled down his pajama pants a little.

“Wow,” Marcus had whispered, and his voice had only barely carried over the sound of the storm and hail raging outside and tapping at the window with long, bony, icy fingers.

Harvey hadn’t been able to help but stare at his no longer unblemished skin. He had stared at the mark that stood out almost too clearly in the dim light of the rocket lamp until his eyes had started to burn and Marcus had sunk back into his pillows and fallen asleep.

Yeah. Hehe.Of course! It is your property. I should ask permission >.< Btw, I love your drawing so much! 

Re6: Please live on & Welcome back, soldier

by ~wolf-zaa