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jesterworks · 1 month ago

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amnse imagines.

mdni. 18+.

͏Kiko Evans imagine !

"HOMEWORK & GAMES"

by jesterworks

You were always the quiet one—never loud, never demanding. But when it came to Kiko, something in you shifted. Your voice got a little louder, your gaze more certain. He brought that out in you without even trying.

The two of you had been holed up in his room for hours. His parents were out of town, and you'd come over to study—at least, that was the excuse.

The textbooks had been opened, the homework half-finished. But now, the sun had long set, the only light in the room coming from the soft glow of his monitors and the shifting shadows cast on the wall.

He was at his computer, headphones on, immersed in some fast-paced game, his fingers flying over the keys and mouse like second nature.

Click after click, tap after tap—it filled the room in an erratic rhythm that made it impossible for you to focus on your book.

You were lying on his bed, quiet, legs curled up, eyes scanning the same paragraph over and over without absorbing a word.

Your gaze kept flicking up—drawn, again and again, to the way his fingers moved. Quick, confident. Focused.

You bit your lip, watching him. The glow from the screen caught the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow as he concentrated. He leaned forward, his body tense, completely immersed.

"Come on!" he suddenly muttered into his mic, frustration clear in his tone.

You sat up slowly, letting your book slide to the mattress. You didn't say a word as you got off the bed. Your steps were soft, measured, careful not to startle him.

He saw your reflection in the screen a second before you reached him. Without turning, he shifted—pushing his chair back just slightly. An invitation.

You stepped between his legs, your hands finding his shoulders as you eased yourself down into his lap, straddling him gently.

Your body molded against his, warm and familiar, and you leaned in until your chest pressed against his back.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

His free hand moved to your back, fingers brushing over the fabric of your shirt, slow and absent-minded at first—just a casual stroke. But there was a shift in the way his hand lingered... how his fingertips traced along the curve of your spine.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, your breath soft against his skin, watching him from the side as his other hand hovered uncertainly over the mouse.

His game continued. But you could feel it—his focus breaking, slipping, slowly unraveling under your touch.

Neither of you spoke.

The tension hung in the air—quiet, electric, thick enough to taste.

You could feel his heartbeat through his back—steady, but quickening. The hand on your back slowed, then pressed in a little deeper, fingers splaying over your spine.

His body was warm beneath you, the heat of him seeping through your thin clothes.

You shifted in his lap, just slightly—but enough for your hips to press more snugly against his. His breath hitched. He noticed.

You felt it in the way his fingers paused, then moved again, lower this time. A little bolder. A little less casual.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you leaned closer, your lips brushing the curve of his neck—soft, just enough to make him tense under you.

He let out a low sound, barely audible, like he wasn't sure if he meant to say anything at all.

"Kiko..." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't turn. His game still ran in the background, the clack of keys now slower, distracted. He barely touched them anymore.

You shifted again—this time deliberately—rolling your hips ever so slightly against him.

You felt it: the sudden stiffness beneath you, the way his hands gripped your waist tighter, anchoring you there.

"You're not focused," you whispered, lips brushing his ear now.

"You're making it hard to be," he muttered, voice low, rough.

A small smile curved on your lips as you pressed a kiss just below his earlobe.

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, warm skin against skin, fingertips moving with purpose now—slow strokes along your lower back, inching higher, exploring.

The chair creaked as he leaned back, pulling you with him, until your chest was fully pressed against his and his other hand dropped from the mouse altogether, coming to rest on your thigh.

He squeezed gently, then let it slide up, fingertips slipping beneath the edge of your shorts.

You breathed out softly, your hips rocking into his lap again, need building between your legs as his touch got bolder—his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear, pausing there like he was waiting for permission he already knew he had.

The glow of the screen lit both your faces, flickering shadows dancing across your skin as the game faded into background noise, replaced by the slow rise of heat between you.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts with a slowness that made your breath hitch. He wasn't in a hurry—and neither were you.

You watched his face from where you sat on him, so close now, the faint glow from his monitor highlighting the tension in his jaw, the dark pull of his gaze when he finally looked up at you.

Your eyes locked, and for a moment, everything else fell away—the soft hum of the PC, the muffled sound from his headphones still hanging around his neck, the world outside that room.

None of it mattered.

Only the way his hands were touching you now—confident, searching, patient.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he leaned forward, burying his face in the curve of your neck, his lips dragging slowly along your skin.

Then he bit down gently, just enough to make you gasp.

You rocked your hips again, grinding into him, and you felt the deep groan that rumbled in his throat before he pulled back and kissed you—slow, deep, tasting every breath you gave him.

His hand dipped between your legs, fingers sliding beneath the fabric now soaked with warmth.

You moaned softly into his mouth as he brushed against your center—testing, teasing.

"Kiko..." you whispered again, more breath than sound, as your body shuddered under his touch.

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Tell me if you want to stop."

You didn't.

Instead, you leaned in, your lips brushing his as you breathed, "Don't stop."

That was all it took.

In one motion, he lifted you off his lap and stood, carrying you to the bed with a kind of quiet urgency.

He laid you down slowly, never breaking eye contact, and crawled over you like he was claiming something that had always been his.

Clothes were pushed away in slow, hungry pieces—his hands on your skin at every opportunity, like he needed to memorize the heat of you with his palms.

Your shirt slid up over your head, his mouth following close behind to trail kisses down your collarbone, over the curve of your breast, tongue flicking across your nipple as you arched into him, needy now, trembling.

His name fell from your lips in a breathless moan as he pulled your shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, his hands parting your thighs gently.

He looked at you then—really looked—like he wanted to remember the way you looked like this: bare, open, aching for him.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he muttered, his voice thick and ragged.

And then he was there, between your legs, his mouth replacing his fingers, tongue slow and deliberate as he tasted you—every soft gasp, every trembling shift of your hips making him groan against your skin.

You gripped the sheets, back arching, the coil inside you tightening with every stroke of his tongue, every low hum he made like he couldn't get enough.

When he finally crawled back up your body, lips wet, eyes heavy with desire, you pulled him down and kissed him—deep and messy, tasting yourself on his mouth.

"Need you," you breathed against his lips.

"You have me," he whispered, as he pushed inside—slow, steady, filling you inch by inch until there was nothing between you. Just heat, skin, breath.

He sank into you slowly, inch by inch, and you could feel every part of him—every stretch, every pulse of heat as your body opened around him.

Your breath caught in your throat, fingers tightening on his shoulders as your thighs curled around his waist.

He didn't move at first—just stayed there, buried deep, his forehead pressed to yours, both of you breathing hard like the stillness between your bodies might break if either of you moved too quickly.

His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing gently across your skin as he whispered your name like it was something sacred.

You touched him back just as reverently—palms gliding along the lines of his back, over the slope of his spine, memorizing the warmth and weight of him above you.

Your hips lifted slightly, seeking him, urging him.

The first slow thrust pulled a gasp from your lips, your nails digging lightly into his skin. He groaned low in his throat and rolled his hips again—long, deep, unhurried.

His body moved against yours like a tide, pulling back just enough before pushing in again, and again, until the rhythm became something you felt in your bones.

Every thrust dragged against your most sensitive nerves, the friction and pressure so perfectly controlled it made your stomach tighten and your eyes flutter shut.

He filled you completely, grounding you to the bed, to the moment, to him.

"Kiko..." You breathed his name like a plea, like a prayer, like you didn't know what else to say.

His lips found yours again, this time slower, hungrier—his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his pace picked up just slightly, the sound of skin against skin growing louder in the quiet room.

Each movement made your breath stutter, your moans rising in pitch as his hand moved down between your bodies.

His fingers found your clit with practiced ease, circling it slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

You gasped, legs trembling around him as the pleasure spiked sharply.

"Oh—God—" you choked, your hips jerking upward.

"I've got you," he murmured against your mouth. "Just let go."

The pleasure built fast now, like a wave rising higher and higher, and your hands clutched at him—his back, his shoulders, anything you could hold as the heat inside you spiraled out of control.

His name tumbled from your lips again, desperate, broken.

"Come for me," he whispered, fingers stroking harder, thrusts deep and relentless now. "Let me feel you."

Your whole body arched into him as the climax hit—sharp and overwhelming, your walls clenching around him in pulsing waves.

A cry ripped from your throat, loud and helpless as you came undone beneath him, shaking and gasping as your body shuddered with release.

He groaned at the way you tightened around him, his rhythm faltering as he chased his own edge.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he slammed into you deeper, faster, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on yours like he couldn't look away.

"Fuck... you feel—so good," he gritted out, his voice low and ragged.

And then he came with a rough moan, burying himself to the hilt, his entire body trembling as he spilled inside you.

He pressed his forehead to yours again, catching his breath, both of you panting in the thick silence that followed.

You held him close, your arms around his neck, your heartbeat slowly calming as his body settled over yours.

His weight didn't crush you—it comforted you. You could still feel him inside you, softening slowly, your bodies still connected, still warm.

Neither of you spoke right away. There was no need.

His hand moved again—this time gentle, slow strokes along your side, soothing. You smiled against his skin, eyes fluttering closed, letting yourself melt into the softness that came after the fire.

You weren't sure how long you stayed like that—his body pressed against yours, his weight grounding you, your skin sticky with sweat, legs still tangled around his waist.

The afterglow was warm, heady, almost drowsy.

But you felt him stir again—not just shifting, but stirring, hardening slowly inside you. You opened your eyes, smiling against his shoulder.

"Already?" you whispered, teasing.

Kiko let out a soft breath, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "You did this to me."

You laughed quietly, your voice still a little breathless. "Did I?"

He looked down at you then, eyes darker now—less cautious, more hungry. His hand slid down your thigh, gripping it as he rolled his hips just enough to make you feel how hard he was becoming again inside your still-sensitive body.

You gasped softly, body twitching under the sensation.

"Oh," you whispered, hips instinctively shifting beneath him.

"You're still so wet," he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Still tight around me."

He started to move, slow and shallow at first, watching your face carefully.

You moaned, head falling back against the pillow as your body welcomed him all over again—already tender, already throbbing, but hungry for more.

This time there was no hesitance. No slow burn. He knew how to touch you now, how to move inside you to pull the most delicious sounds from your lips.

His hips rolled with more confidence, more rhythm, every thrust firmer, faster, dragging a fresh wave of heat across your skin.

You wrapped your arms around his neck again, holding him close, your voice caught between breathless laughter and moans.

He kissed you between strokes—hot and messy—tongue claiming your mouth as his thrusts deepened.

You felt wild under him—your body slick, sensitive, alive with sensation.

Your nails scored down his back as he pushed you harder into the mattress, his hand now gripping the headboard above your head for leverage.

"Fuck—Kiko—" you gasped, overwhelmed again.

He growled softly, the sound vibrating in his throat as he leaned down and bit your shoulder—gentle but possessive. "You feel so good like this. I can't get enough of you."

You bucked your hips up to meet him, the sounds of your bodies echoing through the room now—wet, fast, desperate. He was losing control and so were you.

This time, your climax came quicker—sharper—your body already so open and raw that it only took a few perfectly angled thrusts and a flick of his thumb over your clit to send you over again.

You cried out, clinging to him as your body shook, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

Kiko didn't stop. Not until your walls clenched around him so hard he gasped, his rhythm breaking as he thrust once, twice more—and came with a guttural moan, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside you again.

You both collapsed into each other, panting, sweat-soaked, skin flushed and glowing. His body was heavy over yours, his breath hot against your neck, and you didn't care.

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, keeping him there, both of you too satisfied to move.

After a long silence, you laughed softly. "You still have your headphones on."

He groaned and reached up, finally yanking them off and tossing them aside. "Yeah... well. Priorities changed."

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "Good choice."

#amnsexreader #amnse #angmutyangsectionexreader #kikoevansxreader #section e #keifer watson #yurihanamitchi #amnseimagines #jasperjeanmariano #wattpad #jesterworks

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laura19992506 · 2 months ago

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Exes, tears and the future.

Summary:Jay jays ex dies and she feels guilty. Keifer asks where jay jay is and no one knows. He goes in serch for her and hears sobbing from the girls bathroom. Desperet to find jay he goes in there to find her crying. Comferts her and asks about why shes crying. Learning the reason says that its not her falt. Explines his theory about her trauma.

Another day at school. Probobly a boring one at that. Today is history and social studies. Most boring classes invented, in Jay jays mind.

Look at that, someones texting her. It's from Cyrus' mom... She dosn't even want to open the text. Maybe he wants to meet her again. Well if he wants to meet her she'll just tell him that she now has trauma from him.

It's not that. His mom texted her two words that broke her.

Cyrus died.

That is all the text said.What? How? Why? He was stable when she last saw him. It can't be happening. There is no way. Right? Jay jays thougts are a mess. And rightfully so. Why is he dead? If it's her fault she's not gonna forgive herself.

She needs a place to think. She's not going to class for a moment, a long one.

The girls bathroom. The place she goes to hide. Thats were she is going to go. She needs to think and probobly cry. The tears are already pooling in her eyes. Her breaths are iregular. Her throat is dry and tight.

She sprints to her safe space with no people.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Keifer walks into class with his characteristic grin, expecting to see Jay jay. He is surprised that she's not here.

"Has anyone seen Jay jay?" Keifer asks his classmantes.

"We thought she was with you." Eman looked confused.

"Well...she's not. Any ideas where she'd be?" Keifer said as he got the attention of his classmates.

"No, even if she's at school all of us have no idea. Your the one who knows her the best." Felix says standing up.

Kit turns to Yuri "Any ideas of yours?"There is a sigh coming from Yuri and a shake of his head in no.

"Let's call her and then start panicking if she doesn't pick up, ok?" Mayo sugests.

Everyone nods. "She always answers Keifer, so he should call." Ci-n is already worried.

"Ok." Keifer is trying to act nonchelant but is also very worried. He gets his phone out and unlocks it looks up at his class that is looking at him expecting the call.

"What is she named in your phone?" Ci-n giggles like a child.

"None of your business." he says scroling down his pretty short contact list. Her name in his phone is My Queen. Very corny. But its worth for Jay jay.

He doesn't want any of them to see.He puts the phone to his ear."We also wanna hear!" Ci-n demands. Quickly turn off the phone so they don't see the nickname.Success.

The phone is ringing, ringing and ringing with no answer.Every ring is making everyone more worried.She hangs up. Now all of them are super anxious.

"We could find her location." Edrix recommends.

"Yes!" Ci-n is the first to jump up.

Edrix already got his laptop out. It took a moment but they got the information that she is at school. They all decided that they will look for Jay jay. They all go to diferent parts of the school to look for her.

Keifer, Yuri, David and Ci-n have the section e building. As Keifer is passing the girls bathrooms he hears sobbing, crying and ragged beraths, that sounds like Jay jay crying. Like in the horror house. He quickly opens the bathroom door and sees Jay jay curled up in a ball on the floor.

His heart shaters at the sight. The person he loves most crying.He quickly goes over to her and she notices him only when he starts talking.

"What happend?" She looks at him with tears stil pouring from her eyes. Keifer sits down next to her and puts a hand around her sholders. Jay jay already leens into his touch. But she's stil crying. He sits with her just being there for her. That is what she needs because after 10 minutes she is only breathing irregulary.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Keifers voice brakes the silence.

"My ex... died," Jay jay chokes out. And the tears are back in her eyes.

"Jay, it's going to be OK" even Keifer didn't find it comforting.

He pulles her in for a hug. She ends up sitting in his lap. As long as Jay is happy Keifer doesn't care. But she is not happy right now and he needs to fix that.

"Why am I still not remembering what happend to him?" Jay jay asks playing with the ziper of Keifers jacket.

After a long pause and a sigh Keifer tells Jay jay his thoughts "When you got kidnapped by Ram and we went to save you and when he pulled you by the hair and hit you, you cheked if your lip was bleeding, and it was, right?"

"Yes, I don't remember anything from that point on, to you calming me down" she says in a small voice.

Keifer continues "And when you saw the blood you just turned into a different person. It was like your mind blocked out the vulnerable part of you and you were just a fighter."

"I beat up Cyrus and Ram," Jay jay slumps and Keifer knows its because she feels guilty.

"If you don't remember what happend to Cyrus then he probobly somehow hurt you to make you lash out at him like that, so, don't worry yourself too much." Keifers voice hasn't been so soft in years.

"And what about Ram?" Jay jay looks at the love of her life with pain in her eyes, "Did I beat him up because he hurt me, and that makes it OK?" she doesn't think she deserves to be cared for so much as Keifer cares.

And Keifer thinks she's not being cared for enough. "He deserver what you did to him and more, he deserves to be beat within an inch of his life and not die because he has to suffer more. So I think it does make it OK." Keifer smiles at her.

She smiles back, "Thank you."

"For what?" he brushes his thumb over her no longer teary cheek.

"For being here," Jay jay takes his hand and plays with his fingers. Keifers phone rings and he answers and hears Edrix, who was serching the main building, say

"We cant find her anywere."

"Thats because I found her and i was going to call when I calm her down." Keifer smiles remembering he was classmates that aren't Jay jay.

"Why did you have to calm her down?!" Mayo almost screams.

"How about you get back here to the section e building and I'll expline what happend." It's Jay jays turn to talk.

"Jay, are you ok?" Blaster asks.

"I am now. Thanks for asking," she says in her normal voice like she didn't just bawl her eyes out.

Keifer finds that interasting and kinda scary.Keifer hangs up on them after saying bye.

"Are you sure you wanna talk to them?" Keifer asks her helping her stand up.

"I would rather expline to them now then them beeing all over me," she says taking his hand and walking out of the bathroom.

The boys are runing into the section e building.

"Jay jay, oh god where were you, we were serching the hole school?" Mayo runs over to her and hugs her.

"Well... my ex chose a good time to die and i ran in the girls bathroom," Jay jay smiles a weak smile.

"Jay jay, you should go home maybe," David who just showed up says

."I don't think that is a good idea," Jay jay answers.

"Jay!" Ci-n runs at her in full speed and hugs her like she'd be his only lifeline. "Im fine now Ci-n, don't worry," Jay says hugging him back with the hand rhats not holding Keifers.

"You look like you just cried out all the water from your body," Ci-n takes her face in his hands and smushes her cheeks.

"I'm realy fine and I didn't cry that much," she's trying to sound normal but Ci-n is making it hard to talk.

"And why do you think you soulden't do home?" David is trying ta save her.

"Well if I go home I will go to my room, overthink everyting and end up breaking down on the floor and then I'll call you guys and you'll be worried and I'm just making it easier for you and me," Jay jay finnishes her rant squeezeing Keifers hand.

"You two would make a great couple," David noticed there hands.

"Oh shut up," Jay jay rolled her eyes at him.

But what she doesn't see is Keifers lovestruck look and puppy eyes.

But Ci-n sure as hell goes and tells Jay jay "Someone is looking at you with heart eyes."

When Jay jay looks at Keifer he already looked away and his face had gone blank.

The guys are snickering and smirking at there section e couple. Holding hands but not looking into eachothers eyes.

At least Jay jay is happy and all of them would be lieing if they said that they are sad that Cyrus died. They are happy that Jay is happy. The Queen of section e. And most importently Keifers Queen.

#keifer x jay jay #ang mutya ng section e #welcome to section e #jasper jean mariano #mark keifer watson #Jayfer #Section e #Amnse #fanfiction

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vivismelodies · 3 months ago

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IM STILL WAITING FIR THAT DAY BRO!

WHEN WILL A MAN LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT ???? HUH ?? WHEN IS IT MY TURN ??????

#ang mutya ng section e #section e #rabin angeles #yuri #yuri hanamitchi #bf #delulu

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toastbaby · 9 days ago

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Katniss scratched Haymitch's face and damaged his eye when she found out what happened to Peeta at the end of CF and somehow there are people still thinking she settled for that boy. Hmm.

#everlark #tiia's thoughts after finishing cf #honestly that whole hovercraft section is h e a r t breaking #(and even worse knowing that he's going through exactly what she's imagining - and worse)

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c-schroed · 11 months ago

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Ira Steven Behr, during season six of Deep Space Nine: For this season, I invented Section 31 as a cautionary tale.

Current Star Trek producers: At long last, we have created a lovely little action flick based on Section 31 from the classic DS9 episode Don't Make a Lovely Little Action Flick About Section 31.

#guess who just watched the teaser for #star trek section 31 #i'm very very v e r y sceptic about this #star trek #section 31 #star trek discovery #star trek deep space nine #torment nexus #don't create the torment nexus #schroed's thoughts

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hailsatanacab · 2 years ago

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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."