I’ve been labbing my Kougra in hopes of getting that lucky Candy zap. I’ve had no such luck so far, though they did zap Tyrannian recently! I tried to mix the two designs (sort of). I think I’ll keep the candy cane fangs. :)
Allura - Hair finally down from her up-do.
Coran - Just him. Coran, Coran, the gorgeous man.
Shiro - Relaxed. Give this man a Maitai and let him chill in the shade of a palm tree.
Hunk - Showing off those arms of his. Like, dayum son, you buff af.
Pidge - Playing that video game of theirs because alsjak they are a tech WIZARD and will play their game in space.
Keith - Someone pet this angry cat. Calm the beast and give him treats.
Lance - JUST LET THIS BOY SMILE FOREVER OKAY
i also loved your post about christianity/women, so, prompt: deborah
you say i was not meant for this?
step closer. i’ve the taste of men’s
blood in my mouth & sacred flames
housed in my chest. these hands
drip with honey & venom. step closer,
so the palm shade falls over you.
look at the scars on my skin. have
you ever dreamt of elohim? his bones
are kingdoms of damascened
steel & i kissed them. step closer,
so you see my black eyes. grace
sings in cinnamon but also in daggers.
adonai loved the revolutionary poetry
of my veins back when the moon
was only a shard. tell me again,
boy, that the beauty of my survival
It’s wild how shade has become gold in this climate. Back at home in Canada, I’m always chasing the sun, avoiding shade, looking for warmth around every corner. In this climate, shade is a palm tree in a desert, and having the luxury to catch its shade is a gift from the gods.
You and Yongguk were having a casual Saturday night date. You went out for dinner and now you were at home curled up together on the couch and watching old classical movies. You were on your third movie ‘All About Eve’ when your eyes started to get droopy. Your head was placed on a pillow on Yongguk’s lap and he was gently kneading his fingers on your scalp.
Soon enough you were out like a light. Yongguk continued to watch the movie but went to ask you a question about one of the scenes and smiled when he seen you asleep mouth wide open. He shifted to laying down on the couch and brought you into his embrace before falling asleep with you.
“Goodnight baby girl”
Himchan had returned from dance practice not to long ago to find you already in bed scrolling through your phone. He showered and joined you in bed to which you automatically curled into his side and went back to your phone. He flipped on the TV to some drama and fully immersed himself in it while he rested his head on your back and the other behind his head.
A few minutes later he heard a snore come from his chest and looked down to see your phone still lit up flat on your face and your hand resting on his chest. He chuckled and removed the phone from your face, switched off the TV and turned the lamp off before joining you in slumber.
“You’re so silly jagi”
Daehyun stepped out of the bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Your face was planted in the pillow and you were singing loudly into the pillow. Daehyun chuckled and threw the towel on the top of the dresser, he sighed knowing what the singing meant. He climbed into the bed and you immediately dug your face into his neck and inhaled his scent. He began to softly sing to you and eventually you were out like a light. D
Daehyun turned off the light and buried you and himself in the blankets and wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention to his phone.
“I love you jagiya
Everyone knew youngjae was a competitive person. So when you guys had settled down to play mariokart and he lost all hell had broke loose. He wanted rematch after rematch since he kept losing and he began to think you were cheating. While you guys were in between a rematch he noticed the once the countdown said go your character did not move.
He turned his head and seen you asleep on his shoulder, controller hanging limply in your hands. He sighed with a tsk and then laughed. He picked you up and carried you to your guys room placing you in the bed and joining you himself.
“I’ll get my rematch baby girl”
Jongup was practicing the new dance for the title song of their upcoming comeback. You however were not apart of BAP, so you were laid out on the wooden dance room floor with Jongup’s duffel bag being used as your pillow. You had fallen asleep a few hours after you told Jongup you would leave when he does, so here you two were.
The song came to an end and Jongup turned away from the mirrors to get water from his bag and seen you sleeping peacefully on it, your face bunched up in a cute manner. He laughed and brought his hands to his cheeks before picking you up out of the uncomfortable position and placed you on the couch.
“Why didn’t you move to the couch babe?”
Zelo and you had decided to go to the beach to learn to surf. Well today was not one of your days and you learned that you were not a balanced person at all. You had fell off your board many times before you decided to give up and wait on the sand. You watched your boyfriend move across the waves like he was a professional and before you knew it you had fallen asleep in the shade of a palm tree.
Zelo exited the water upon seeing you asleep and shook his head at your lack of protection for yourself. He woke you up and made you slip your shorts back on and he let you climb onto his back. You fell back asleep on the journey back to your house but Zelo didn’t mind this time.
you dug your feet deeper into the sand. it squished between your toes, one of the softest things you’d ever felt. a cool breeze blew in as you breathed deeply and inhaled the scent of the ocean. you kept your eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the sun and hearing the birds chirp.
Everything Aelin did irritated him to no end. Whether she be
saving people he had been prepared to rescue, or simply laughing blissfully
with the public of Skulls Bay. He despised her. It had only been a few weeks
since she had started working, yet Rowan could already tell that the girl disliked
him just as much. He tried to limit their interactions as much as possible, but
whenever Aelin came to take over his shift, it seemed like she would go out of
her way to annoy him. A week ago she’d taken an extra hour “getting ready” for
work, leaving him to roast under the sun while he waited for her. Just yesterday
she “accidentally” kicked sand into his face while he ate his lunch under the
shade of one of the palm trees.
Hope you guys will enjoy this one! Thank you to the person who requested it. Was a fun story to write! And also, thank you to @interfectorems for helping me get ideas.
Plot: Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.
Warnings: Smut, but not too much.
Pic isn’t mine, sadly.
I remembered our first kiss. We’d knocked our heads together as we’d leant into the same direction and he’d failed to keep the laugh from tumbling from his pink lips while my cheeks had burned in embarrassment. Harry had taken his time to recover and he’d cupped my cheek in his palm, holding my head still so he could lean in without knocking against my temple again, with both dimples still prominent in his cheeks. When our mouths had connected however, that had been when the fire had first erupted between us.
That fire was yet to be extinguished and bound me to Harry with a strength I couldn’t quite comprehend. Whenever he entered a room, all I could feel was this intense pull, urging me to be as close to him as I could be and yet, letting him close was that one thing I didn’t quite dare doing yet. Harry and I had been friends for more than four months before I’d (accidentally!) let it slip that I had a thing for him. I’d been properly embarrassed then, couldn’t even look him in the eye and had avoided him for a week until he had finally been able to corner me and tell me that he’d felt the same, that he had for months in fact. It was then, that our awkward first kiss had followed and when I’d walked with him holding my hand, it had been the first time I’d felt the tingling sensation all over my body. We’d been together for two months now and I was so happy. Harry was a sensitive, attentive and kind guy. He gave me all of his attention whenever I wanted or needed it and always knew when to give my hand an extra squeeze. It didn’t seem to bother him when I stopped his hands from wandering too low when we were kissing and he never complained when I rolled from under him with a weak excuse about having to use the bathroom, all so I could get away from his relentless kisses and gentle touches. It wasn’t like I didn’t want him to touch me, I did. My stomach always fluttered upon feeling his hands on me, my heart’s pace sped up and it squeezed in my chest almost painfully. I loved to feel his soft mouth on mine, leaving kisses that were sweet at first and got more and more urgent as the minutes passed. Nothing gave me quite as much comfort as having him press his warm body against mine, as he was strong and knew just how much pressure was bearable. But for some reason I couldn’t let him too close. I just couldn’t. The moment I felt his lower region press into mine a little to hard, I shuddered and all my head screamed at me to do was leave.
Harry never asked. He never rolled his eyes, huffed, sighed or made any other sign of annoyance. Not once had he made me keep still, held me close, forced me to stay longer than I wanted or been angry with me. Usually he waited for me to exit his bathroom until I was done pretending to pee, gave me a smile along with a soft kiss pressed to my cheek, before he entered the bathroom himself, undoubtedly to finish what I was somehow unable to, and had still started. No more though, I’d decided. Today I would tell him. Tell him I was ready. It was just Harry after all, a guy I knew, trusted and cared for dearly. It couldn’t be too hard to give myself to him, now could it?
“Hello, love,” Harry greeted me upon entering his flat.
A smile spread and his whole face lit up. He quickly pushed the coat from his strong shoulders and slipped off his shoes, tossing them to the small space next to the door, before he entered his living room where I was and plopped down on the couch beside me.
“Hi,” I mumbled, reciprocating his smile, before leaning in to kiss his cheek softly.
“You on your own?”
I nodded. “Your roommate left only ten minutes ago. Said he’ll stay at his girlfriend’s, so…”
“We’re alone tonight.” Harry grinned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, humming lowly.
I was just about to lean in to deepen the connection when he pulled away, got to his feet and walked to the kitchen. Odd. Normally Harry never missed a beat and kissed me back immediately.
“Are you hungry, babe? I could make us something. M'sure there’s some pasta left as well.”
I frowned a little and got up as well, before following him into the smaller space of his kitchen where he was stood by the counter.
“Yeah, sounds great.”
My throat felt incredibly dry as I watched Harry sort through his drawers and refrigerator in search for pans and food, the movements of his muscles visible even through his jumper, making me feel all tingly again. The warmth of Harry’s body seemed to radiate off of him and onto me, his presence setting me at ease while making me nervous at the same time, a combination that didn’t make sense and somehow still did. Harry cheered when he discovered the bowl of pasta in his fridge and stepped closer to me to give me a fist bump, a gesture I almost missed as I was too deep in thought.
How would I start this conversation? Did it even have to be one, really? Maybe I could make him kiss me in that special way, one that would lead him to lay us both down on his couch and make out until it got too much for me. Only that this time it wouldn’t become too much. It wouldn’t. And instead I’d let him continue and take me wherever he wanted.
“Do you mind cutting the tomatoes for us?” Harry asked, his back still turned to me while he prepared the pasta.
Screw plan A. I couldn’t wait any longer, the feeling of excitement and anticipation was too strong.
“Do you think we could have sex?”
Harry stopped his movements. The pan he was holding fell onto the stove with a clash and I could see his muscles tense as his entire posture straightened. Mentally, I cursed myself for sounding like such a baby, asking him for sex with a voice indicating so clearly how nervous I was. He was still and I bit my lip, scared of his next words. Oh god. What I fool I was. Nothing sexier as a girl who has absolutely no idea what she’s doing, keeps on rejecting her guy and then asks, fucking asks, like a school girl, if her boyfriend may still want to try out sex with her. Slowly, very slowly, Harry turned around to face me. His pink lips were apart and his eyes wider than before, a clear look of surprise and concern in them.
His voice was thin and higher than before. I cleared my throat.
“No, I’m sorry.” I shook my head. “I shouldn’t have… Sorry, Harry. Forget about it.”
He held up his hand to stop me. “No, no, darling. What was it you said, ‘cause can’t possibly have been what I thought I heard.”
My cheeks heated and I bit my lip. “Stop it. You know you heard right.”
“You want to have sex?” Harry asked in disbelief.
He was leaning against the counter now, his body turned fully to me to give me all of his attention. I nodded shyly.
“Yes. If we could, then I thought… yeah.”
“I mean,” Harry began, “M'sure we could. We both got the equipment needed, don’t we?”
He grinned and I caught his gaze traveling down to my breasts before dropping even lower, staying there momentarily before locking eyes with me again, his smile widening.
My hands flung to my face, covering it with both palms and I quickly turned around, unable to look at Harry any longer. This was so embarrassing. The heat in my cheeks increased until I could feel that I was for sure a bright shade of red and my palms were sweaty.
“Hey,” Harry’s soft voice sounded, humor still evident in it.
I could hear him step closer to me and flinched when his arms wrapped around my form, bringing my body against his. Harry’s chin rested on my shoulder and his chest against my back.
“Don’t be so shy, baby,” Harry hummed into the shell of my ear before kissing the skin of my neck gently.
“Stop making fun of me, then,” I argued quietly.
Harry’s arms squeezed me and he pressed himself against me tighter. “M'not. Just surprised you want to fuck me, is all.”
“Don’t say it like that.”
He whined and nuzzled my neck, his lips nipping and biting on my skin softly, coaxing a gasp from me.
“My cute,” Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to my cheek, “soft,” another kiss to my neck, “gentle,” a kiss to my shoulder, “sweet,” kiss to my jaw, “innocent,” his tongue darted out to wet the skin of my neck, “Y/N.”
My eyes were squeezed shut and a sigh fell from my mouth. I held onto his arms with my hands, my tips digging into his skin as my grip tightened. The tingling sensation of my body increased and Harry’s presence almost felt overwhelming.
“You want to have sex with me, then?” Harry asked, his voice serious.
“Yes,” I murmured.
Harry’s nose pressed against the back of my neck and I could hear him take in a deep breath, then he let me go. His hands took hold of my arms and he spun me around to his face him. It took more bravery than usually to look into his eyes, but once I did, I was relieved to find them full of kindness. None of the mockery I’d suspected they’d hold in them, no cheekiness.
“Say it,” Harry whispered.
And for the first time since dating him, I could tell he was nervous, too. I swallowed hard.
“I want to, Harry.”
His teeth bit onto his bottom lip and his brows furrowed. He looked deep in thought and I wrapped my arms around my middle, at least as good as I could, given the fact that he was still squeezing them.
“What?” My eyes widened.
“Do you want to eat first or after?”
“Perhaps first would be good so I don’t wear you out, but if we want to get this over and done with as quickly as possible then we could-”
“Get this over and done with?” I squeaked.
The lump in my throat grew at his words and I took a step back. Maybe this had been a bad idea after all and I just simply wasn’t the kind of person who was confident enough to initiate sex. Suddenly Harry began to laugh.
“I’m just messing with you, sweetheart.”
His smile grew upon seeing my confused look and he leaned in to press a quick kiss to my parted lips.
“You should see the look on your face!” he laughed and I swatted him.
How dare he?
“You’re such a shit head!”
“I know, but one who’s gonna get in your pants tonight, eh?”
He looked proud of himself and laughed once more when I rolled my eyes at him. Harry’s hands pulled me forward and closer to where he stood again. He pressed a kiss to my temple, then he pulled back with a much more serious expression on his face.
“This is nothing to get over and done with,” he reassured me, “I know that. Not with you, anyway.”
His palms settled onto my waist and he leaned in closer once more to kiss my cheek gently.
“We’ll go slow, yeah?” Harry hummed lowly, “Take our time. I won’t push you and be gentle and-”
“But I want it today,” I interrupted him, sensing that he would propose to postpone it. But I couldn’t wait. I’d be too afraid next time if we didn’t to it now.
Harry frowned. “Are you sure?”
I nodded and took his face into both hands. “Very.”
He still didn’t look too certain, not even when I began to move my thumbs in a circular motion against the skin of his cheeks.
“And I’d like it if we ate after,” I murmured with a smile.
This made Harry laugh. “Alright. Good. Let’s go to the bedroom then, shall we?”
He reached up to his face where he clasped my hand, then he walked out of the kitchen and into the direction I knew his bedroom was, making me follow him close behind. It was when he pushed the door to his room shut and turned to face me where I was standing in front of his bed, that it all began to feel so real. I was about to see him naked.
Perhaps that was an odd thing to consume my thoughts, given the fact that I was about to be naked myself and most likely to experience pain, but his nakedness was all I could focus on. I’d seen him shirtless before on various occasions and each time his beauty had stolen my breath. And now I was about to see him fully naked.
“You good?” Harry asked gently, his voice laced with concern.
“Gonna need a verbal confirmation there, baby,” he whispered.
Harry’s warm palms gently caressed my cheeks, holding my face still so he could connect out mouths in a passionate kiss. I whimpered and allowed him to deepen the kiss. A shiver crawled all over my skin when he lowly moaned, his tongue invading my mouth with care not to use too much. His soft kisses distracted me from where his hands had travelled down to my shirt and I only noticed that he’d began pulling the fabric up when he’d already exposed half of my stomach.
“May I?” he asked against my lips before resuming to kiss my mouth.
All I could muster was a low moan and a nod, allowing him to pull up the shirt further before we quickly disconnected the kiss so he could pull it over my head. Harry’s eyes widened. He’d never seen me topless before and I noticed his cheeks flush. Thank god I’d decided to wear my lacy bralette tonight, one that hardly covered anything. For some reason, this didn’t feel difficult. Now that Harry knew exactly how far I wanted to go and was aware of the fact that he needed to be gentle with me, I felt much more relaxed. I loved Harry, after all. He didn’t know it yet, but it was true and I knew he would make sure I was alright as his sensitive nature allowed him to know exactly how to be with me.
“Fuck,” Harry cursed, “You are…” he took a deep breath and shook his head. His eyes were still set onto my breasts.
My cheeks heated under his intense stare.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. It’s insane. You drive me insane.”
I giggled and reached out to the hem of his own shirt. “Thank you, love. Now it’s your turn.”
Harry smiled confidently and let me pull up his own shirt so he too was topless before me. My fingers traced his tattoos and I shook my head in awe. He was stunning. The most handsome male I had ever seen, easily.
“I’m a bit nervous,” I whispered.
Harry’s green orbs stared into mine and I bit the inside of my cheek when he raised my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it.
“It’s alright,” he assured, “M'nervous too.”
“Yeah, but you have experience.”
“So?” he asked.
“Well. You know what’s expecting you,” I mumbled, “aside the fact that it probably won’t feel as good. I don’t know what I’m doing, after all. Sorry in advance, Harry, I promise, I-”
“Wow,” Harry interrupted me, “What’s this talk now?”
I shrugged and looked away.
“S'this why you never let me touch you properly?” Harry asked.
His eyes looked confused and his lips were set in a thin line. He obviously could not understand where I was coming from. I bit my bottom lip and nodded, looking down.
“Y/N,” Harry groaned, reaching forward to take hold of my chin, “my darling love, what silly worries have you troubled yourself with now? Did you truly think I would be… what? Disappointed if we had sex? That I wouldn’t be satisfied or, good god, angry with you? Y/N!”
His words came out rushed and he stopped himself to breath.
“Well,” I began but was shushed with Harry pressing his lips to mine, kissing me deeply instantly.
His hands found my ribcage and I shuddered, the warmth of his palms a strong contrast to my cold skin. Harry moaned into my mouth and pushed me back gently, walking me backwards so my legs hit the mattress. I whimpered and clasped the back of his neck, holding his head to me so we wouldn’t stop kissing while I settled down onto the bed, laying down with Harry following suit. Harry’s tongue traced along my bottom lip and I made a noise close to a whine when I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He responded by disconnecting our kiss and settling his mouth onto my neck where he didn’t wait to bit and lick the skin, making sure to leave a mark.
“Harry,” I moaned.
His hand had fallen lower and began tugging at my leggings, slowly moving the fabric down my legs. Harry’s hands pulled them down further until I could push them from my legs with my feet, letting the clothing fall to the end of the bed. Harry hummed into my neck. My own fingers boldly moved to pop the button of his jeans and I fumbled with the zipper, pulling it down carefully. Harry aided me in pushing down his jeans so he was only left in his underwear as well. His eyes watched me close while his hands caressed my cheeks, then my breasts and then moved further down to my hip.
I nodded, knowing what was going to come next. I was sure. This time, I was ready. Harry watched me closely as my face scrunched up, the tip of his finger gently pressed against my clothed center and I whined. Carefully and in a slow movement so I could still stop it should I wish, he moved my underwear aside and dipped his fingers inside. Having his bare skin against mine made me gasp. Harry waisted no time and began to move his fingers in a circular motion, applying just enough pressure.
My head fell back into the pillows. Harry followed, leaning his body against mine and peppering kisses to my chest while his fingers still gently touched my most sensitive spot.
“Good, huh?” Harry grinned.
“Yeah,” I gasped and moaned when one of his finger dared dipping into me, not far enough to slip it inside, though.
Harry watched me intensely and part of me worried for a moment if I looked ridiculous, my face all twisted in a pleasure more intense than I’d ever felt before.
“Relax,” Harry hushed against my skin, then he slowly began to push his finger in.
My eyes squeezed shut tighter and my mouth opened in a loud cry. It burned, yes, but the pleasure consuming me overshadowed any faint pain.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice almost a growl.
I gasped upon feeling his own arousal against my leg, the hard pressure pressing against my thigh when he shifted.
“Yes, good,” I whimpered, “so good, Harry.”
“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” Harry groaned as he withdrew his finger, before gently pushing it back in, “You’re going to feel so incredible once m'inside you, darling.”
I hummed and turned my head to kiss the side of his head, momentarily making it difficult for him to nip on my neck. Harry responded by moving one of his fingers, I assumed his thumb, up and onto a spot he hadn’t payed much attention to yet. He pressed the pad of said finger against the small spot and all of a sudden a pleasure much more intense cursed through me.
“Oh,” I cried in surprise, “H-Harry!”
“I’ve got you,” he whispered soothingly, rubbing faster pumping his finger once more, a little deeper this time. “You can do it. Know you can, just push through it, baby.”
It hit me with surprise. All of a sudden my lungs felt as if they could burst and my head was dizzy. My eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open, releasing loud gasps and cries as the pleasure increased yet once more, drowning me and pulling me under. My hands, which had so far settled on Harry’s back, moved up and down his bare skin. I wanted to have him close, wanted to hold him and make sure he couldn’t disappear, but the intensity of the feeling made my limps unable to obey properly. Attentive as ever, Harry leaned in closer against me and kissed my collarbones, his tongue licking the skin. His free arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me tighter and his gentle voice soothed me quietly as I surrendered to my orgasm.
We stayed silent for a moment. I whimpered when he withdrew his finger from me and immediately felt incredibly empty.
“Baby,” Harry murmured, “calm breaths, my love.”
My hands moved from his back to his hair and I shook my head.
“Kiss me, please,” I begged quietly.
I saw him smile through my heavy lids before I felt his warm lips press to mine sweetly. He had worn me out. I couldn’t even kiss him back properly and faintly wondered how I was going to handle sex with him, actual sex, without passing out.
“I think,” Harry murmured gently when his mouth left mine, “we can both agree I should have made you eat something first.”
I laughed breathlessly and nodded. “Probably, yes.”
“Well,” Harry hummed, “let’s leave it like this then, alright?”
I tried to lean up but Harry quickly pushed me back into the pillows, moving up so he could still lay on top of me, but on eye level.
“Darling, I don’t think you’re in the state to handle sex right now. Plus, I said we’d go slow and we have all the time we want.”
Harry kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me. You’ll have a better time, if I introduce you to sex slowly. Want you to be as comfortable as possible before doing the real thing, so you’re not learning it all at once.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re perfect, you know?”
“Been told once or twice,” he replied cheekily.
We kissed once more and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Once I was sure I could move my legs again I wrapped them around his waist, but gasped when I found that he was in fact still very hard. Oh.
“No, it’s not,” I insisted, “I should do something for you, too.”
Harry shook his head before kissing me once more.
“Don’t need to, love. M'good. Promise.”
“But now I feel bad,” I whispered.
Harry hummed as if in thought and squeezed me a little. “How about you show me your breasts? That would make me feel better for sure.”
“Oh god, you boy!” I laughed and my heart jumped excitedly when his head fell into my neck, his own shoulders shaking in laughter.
The sound of his throaty laughter filled the bedroom and I was sure I’d never been this happy before.
“Alright then,” I murmured, “help me get the bra off.”
“A bra, you call this?” he asked, genuine wonder in his tone. “M'a fan.”
His hands moved up my back and to the clasp of the clothing. I leaned up, giving him better access and groaned when I felt him struggle with opening it.
“You alright?” I giggled.
“I can’t get this thing open,” he complained, “Why is it so bloody hard?”
“That’s what she said.”
Harry pulled back to stare at me and it took less than ten seconds for him to break into a laugh.
“Oh for god’s sake,” he chuckled, his forehead resting against my breasts.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed, “I had to.”
“Knew you would make that stupid pun,” Harry answered, “And you didn’t disappoint, as you never do. In any way.”
Hope you enjoyed! Requests are still closed. Rest of what I wrote can be found here:
Just another Hollywood lesbian AU. Trixie is a struggling music artist finally discovered by a sleazy Hollywood manager; however, his Russian trophy bride (along with her small-waisted young lover) complicate and confuse Trixie’s rise to the top as a legend, icon, and star.
A/N: This is the brain-vomit first outing in an AU that will be two or three parts long? Fair warning, this is heavier on Trixya than Vatya. (But I’m a slut for Vatya, so there will never be enough.) Also, I’m not a Russian fish; so, if any of these phrases are totally and completely wrong…I apologize.