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SINNERS

Sinners Masterlist

DEVILS ADVOCATE

John Milton Imagine being John Miltons Secretary and being immune to his charms

INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE

WEDNESDAY

LUCIFER

RIGHTEOUS GEMSTONES

Jesse Gemstone Judy Gemstone Kelvin Gemstone Eli Gemstone Home Gideon Gemstone Pontius Gemstone Baby billy Freeman

GOOD GIRLS

NARCOS/ NARCOS: MEXICO

WHITE LOTUS

FRANKENSTEIN (2025)

Being Victor Frankenstein Wife Would Include

Being Adam Frankenstein's significant other would include

THE BOYS

Solider boy

She looks just like her Imagine both Soldier Boy and Billy Butcher being protective of you in a platonic way

Imagine being a member of Payback and Soldier Boy hating you at first because of your smart mouth but slowly begins to fall for you

Billy Butcher Imagine both Soldier Boy and Billy Butcher being protective of you in a platonic way

Imagine you as an Amazon warrior from Themyscira, stumble into the world of man and meet Billy Butcher and the Boys

Imagine being Billy Butchers Daughter

Imagine being an Eternal in The Boys universe when the Deviants start appearing

Being Billy Butcher Daughter would include

The Seven

Imagine being an intern at Vought and Working for the Seven Part 2

Imagine being a rookie Supe, apart of the Seven, and reminding Maeve of how she used to be before Vought hardened her

ALITA BATTLE ANGEL

Zapan

Dating Zapan

THE WALKING DEAD

Daryl Dixon Merle Dixon Rick Grimes Carl Grimes Glenn Rhee Negan Shane Walsh

THE LAST OF US

THE HUNGER GAMES

President Snow Lucy Gray Haymitch Abernathy Katniss Everdeen Peeta Melark Wiress Beetee Finnick Odair Effie Trinket

THE GODFATHER

Michael Corleone Vito Corleone Sonny Corleone Fredo Corleone Connie Corleone

WEDNESDAY

BETTER CALL SAUL

Gus Fring

Imagine working at Los pollos Hermanos

Salamanca Family

Imagine being Hector Salamancas Health aid Imagine saving one of the Salamancas Twins and from then on, they silently protect you

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

Nacho Varga Imagine Nacho kicking Jo and Amber out of his life after meeting you, and how enamored he is with you

Don Elaudio

Imagine being a Translator for Don Elaudio and your indifference drives him insane

BREAKING BAD

Walter White Imagine Being Walter Whites Mistress

Jesse Pinkman Hank Schrader Skinny Pete/Badger

THE GENTLEMAN

Michael Raymond

SOPRANOS/ MANY SAINTS OF NEWARK

Johnny Soprano Tony Soprano Junior Soprano Janice Soprano Meadow Soprano AJ Soprano Carmela Soprano Jackie Jr Furio Giunte

THE STRAIN

The Master’s Prize

UNDERWORLD

A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

THE PENGUIN 2024

Oswald Cobb Sophia Falcone No one touches my wife Carmine Falcone

THE BATMAN

Bruce Wayne Edward Nashton Jim gordon Selina Kyle

CASINO

LAW AND ORDER SVU

Dominick Carisi Casey Novak Alexandra Cabot Elliot Stabler Olivia Benson John Munch Fin Tutuola Donald Cragen

GOODFELLAS

Tommy Jimmy Henry

POWER

Ghost Tommy Kanan Jukebox Tasha Tariq

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove Dating Billy Hargrove Would include Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Johnathan Byers Robin Buckley Eleven Mike Wheeler Will Byers Dustin Henderson Jim Hopper Joyce Byers Vecna

SQUID GAME

MONEY HEIST: KOREA/MONEY HEIST

THE GLORY

Ha Do-yeong

White Stones and Black Lies Imagine being Ha Do-yeong's Wife

Moon Dong-Eun

Imagine being Moon Dong-eun's Husband

VINCENZO

EXTRAORDINARY ATTORNEY WOO

NARCO- SAINTS

ALL OF US ARE DEAD

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU TANGERINES

MARRY MY HUSBAND

DISNEY VILLANS

Jafar Hades Maleficent Cruella de vil Gaston Ursula

THE PUNISHER/DAREDEVIL

Frank Castle Imagine being a street kid who helps him one day and Frank Castle's practically adopting you as his daughter Matt Murdock Karen Page Froggy Nelson Kingpin( Wilson Fisk)

EUPHORIA

Rue Jules Cassie Lexi Maddy Kat Nate Fezco Ashtray

MCU

X-MEN

DC

Imagine being a Doctor Working in Arkham Asylum

JOHN WICK

John Wick Masterlist

IT

The Loser Club Imagine Being a new member of the Losers club The Bowers Gang Imagine Henry Bowers being your secret stalker Being in a relationship with Henry Bowers would inlcude Pennywise the Dancing Clown Watcher of the Light Shadow and Light in Derry Part I Part II Part III

THE SHINING/THE DOCTORS SLEEP

CARRIE

MISERY

THE MIST

SHAWSHANK REDEMTION

THE DARK TOWER

DOLORES CLAIRBORN

Chapter 1: The Man that Fell From the Sky

The sea had moods.

You had learned that long ago.

Sometimes it whispered against the cliffs of Themyscira, gentle as a mother soothing a restless child. Other times, it roared like an ancient beast, hurling itself against black stone as if demanding entrance to a kingdom forever denied to mortals.

Today It felt restless. You stood near the cliffside training grounds overlooking the water, spear balanced lazily against your shoulder. Sweat cooled against your skin after morning combat, the sharp scent of salt and steel lingering in the humid air.

Below, Amazons sparred in practiced rhythm.Shield against shield. Arrow against target. Strength against strength.

The world was familiar Predictable and Safe

Yet your thoughts drifted.

Queen Hippolyta had spoken again of the World of Man during council. A place of greed.

War.

Violence.

Men who built kingdoms only to destroy them. Creatures ruled by pride and hunger for power.You had always listened politely.But quietly You wondered.

Could an entire world truly be so terrible?

Surely there had to be something beautiful beyond the horizon.Something worth seeing. You stood near the shoreline afterward, absentmindedly tracing your spear through damp sand.

Thinking.

Then, Lightning tore through the sky.

Your head snapped upward.

Something burned through the clouds.

At first, you thought it a fallen star something hurled from Olympus itself. Bright. Violent. Wrong.

But stars did not scream. Smoke curled behind it in ugly black ribbons.

Metal glinted through fire. A machine Broken and Falling.

The alarm horns echoed across Themyscira.

“INVADER!”

Amazons rushed toward the cliffs.

Weapons drawn.

The atmosphere shifted instantly from peace to war.

Queen Hippolyta appeared atop the overlooking terrace, expression hard as stone.

“What is it?” General Antiope demanded.

The object spiraled violently before disappearing into the sea with an explosion that shook the shoreline. Before anyone could stop you, you ran. Then dove. The water swallowed you whole cold, violent and dark.

Debris floated everywhere.

Jagged pieces of burning metal drifted like shattered armor from some mechanical beast. Strange symbols painted along its body meant nothing to you.

You swam deeper.

Then—

Movement.

Someone.

Half-submerged near sinking wreckage.

You reached to them quickly and fought against the sea to bring them to shore. They had Broad shoulders. Large frame. Military clothes soaked with seawater and blood.

But when you turned them over

Your breath caught.A face.Sharp jaw shadowed with rough stubble. Golden hair darkened by seawater. Skin bruised and bloody.Broad chest rising unevenly beneath torn fabric.

You stared.

Far longer than you should have.

A man.

A real man.

Not a story. Not a warning whispered during lessons. The Amazons had spoken of men with caution. They told tales of there Cruelty and violent and destructive nature.

Yet—

He looked…Human.

Wounded and Strangely vulnerable.

You crouched beside him in the surf, curiosity blooming faster than caution. His features were different from woman. His face was larger. sharper.more rough around the edges.

You hesitated.

Then, slowly, reached out. Your fingertips brushed against his cheek. Warm and Scratchy. His skin was rougher than yours.

You frowned slightly.

Odd.

Then, the stranger groaned. You startled backward. His eyes fluttered open. His eyes are blue

And suddenly—

He was staring directly at you.

Ben thought he was dead. Had to be.Because no living thing should look like that. Leather armor clung to powerful limbs. Gold caught sunlight against warm skin. Dark hair moved in the sea wind like something painted by the gods themselves.

Strong.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

Yet somehow soft-eyed as she looked at him.

For a second. He genuinely forgot all of his senses.“…Jesus Christ,” he finally rasped hoarsely. A pause. Then, weaker—“Wow.”

You tilted your head.His voice surprised you. It was Lower and deeper than you expected. It was rough distant thunder unfamilar.

Everything about him was unfamiliar.

“You are…” you hesitated carefully.Your eyes moved over him again. “…a man?”

Ben blinked.Then blinked again.

Because she sounded genuinely confused. Not scared or even impressed, just... curious, and christ, her voice. It was angelic soft but commanding. Like she could snap his spine in half and apologize afterward.

“Yeah, well—” he coughed seawater. “Do I not look like one doll?”

You frowned.

Ben stared at you.

Actually stared.

Then looked around.

The island.

The warriors gathering onshore.

Every single one of them women.

Armed women.

Very armed women.

Oh.

Oh no.

His eyes widened slightly.

“…Well,” he muttered weakly, “This is either heaven or I’m completely fucked .”

You did not understand the remark at all Before you could ask—

Voices thundered from behind.

“Step away from him!”

A dozen Amazons surrounded you instantly, weapons raised.

“He could be dangerous!”

“He is a man!”

“Kill him before he harms anyone!”

Ben instinctively tensed despite barely being conscious.

But before anyone could move—

You stepped in front of him. Shielding and Protecting him.

“He is injured,” you said firmly.

The Amazons exchanged looks.

General Antiope’s expression hardened.“Injured men still kill.” she spit out

“He nearly drowned,” you argued.

“He fell from the sky.” Another Amazon chimed in

Queen Hippolyta approached at last, calm but unreadable.

Her eyes landed on Ben.

A long silence followed.

Tense.

Heavy.

Then—

“He should not be here,” Antiope said quietly.“No man has stepped foot on Themyscira in centuries.” eyes glaring at him with caution and disgust.

Ben grimaced slightly. “Wow. Real welcoming committee.” He couldn't help but spit out.

You looked back at him.

“…You speak often when wounded.”

That nearly made him laugh.

Nearly.

Hippolyta studied him carefully.Then looked to you.After a long strech of silence she finally spoke,“You pulled him from the sea?” she asked.

“Yes.” You replied

“And you wish him spared?” Quenn Hippolyta aksed with apprehension

You hesitated only a moment.

“Yes.” You said softly

Something softened briefly in the Queen’s expression. Then vanished. “Take him to the healers then we must question him.” she ordered

Immediate outrage erupted.

“A man inside the city?”

“This is madness!”

“He could be a threat!”

Hippolyta silenced them with a single glance.

“If the gods have sent him to our shores,” she said calmly, “We will learn why.”

Her gaze settled meaningfully on you.

“You found him.”

A pause.Her next words felt heavier somehow. “You will be responsible for him.”

Your eyes widened.

“Responsible?”

“You will watch him,” Hippolyta said. “Guide him. Ensure he causes no harm.” Then, quieter “And perhaps learn why fate chose you to find him.”

Behind you, Ben looked at you again. Still mesmerized.Still unable to look away. Because somehow, the first face he had seen after nearly dying was the most beautiful woman he had ever known.

And when you looked back at him, Ben felt something dangerous settle deep in his chest. He wanted to know your name.He wanted to hear that voice again and maybe—

Just maybe—

Never leave this island.

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Can you write a fic where Pearline and Sammie are expecting a baby? Requested by moodboardsaesthicfanfics

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Can you do a parent trap fic where Stack and Smoke reunite when they are adult ? Like Stack is marry to Mary and have twins girl while Smoke is marry to Annie and have a daughter and son? Stack is an owner for recording companies and Smoke is for clubs? Requested by robinfanfics-recommend

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Can you write a fic of Mary and Stack based of the scene from the movie where Stack said that if he or Smoke finds out that her husband puts his hands on her or anyone else than they would come up there and killed them all ? I also want Stack and Smoke to realize that Mary wasn't going to be safe at all like a wake up call for them if possible ? Requested by lilypaddyy

You were never meant for songs.

Not like the highborn ladies with silks trailing behind them or crowns glittering in torchlight. You were dust and daylight, the daughter of a hedge knight who died with more honor than coin. You learned early how to stitch torn cloaks, how to clean rust from armor, how to keep quiet when men spoke of war and glory.

Then you met Ser Duncan the Tall, and somehow, the gods decided you were meant for him.

It happened on a windy morning outside a small tourney field.

You were arguing with a merchant.

“You said three coppers,” you snapped, fists clenched at your sides. “Not five.”

“I said five,” he insisted, sneering down at you. “Or don’t eat.”

You were hungry enough to consider throwing the apple at his face.

Then a shadow fell across you.

A very large shadow.

“Begging your pardon,” came a deep, hesitant voice, careful and polite. “But I heard him say three.”

You turned.

And nearly dropped the apple.

He was enormous broad-shouldered, sun-browned, awkwardly standing as if he feared breaking something simply by existing. His armor was plain but well-kept, his face open and honest in a way that made liars nervous.

The merchant scoffed. “Mind your business, ser.”

“I am,” he said simply. “Fair’s fair.”

The merchant grumbled but took your three coppers. When he left, you looked back at the knight.

“Thank you,” you said.

He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking shy despite his towering height.

“Wasn’t nothing,” he muttered. “Didn’t seem right, is all.”

That was Ser Duncan the Tall brave against injustice, awkward with gratitude. You liked him instantly.

Dunk falling in love wasn’t sudden.

Not thunder or lightning.

It was slow like roots growing beneath the earth.

You traveled together after that day. You stitched his cloak when it tore. He made sure you ate when coin ran thin. You patched his armor while he told stories about boys who wanted to be knights and kings who needed protecting.

He called you clever.

Called you brave.

Called you “good company.”

And one night, beneath a sky scattered with cold stars, he watched you fall asleep beside the fire curled in his cloak, your breathing soft and steady.

That was when he realized.

Not when you smiled. Not when you laughed. Not even when you defended him in an argument with a drunken hedge knight twice your size.

It was when he saw how small you looked in his cloak.

How fragile.

How beautiful

How precious.

He stared into the fire, heart pounding in a way battles never caused.

Gods, he thought. Gods help me.

He loved you.

And he didn’t know what to do about it.

Life with Ser Duncan the Tall meant dust and long roads, cheap inns and shared meals, laughter beside small fires, and the steady comfort of knowing someone would stand between you and the world without hesitation.

He wasn’t perfect.

He doubted himself.

Forgot words.

Got flustered when you praised him.

But he would face kings, dragons, or armies without hesitation if it meant protecting you.

And when he finally said it really said it came out rough and uncertain.

“I'm not much ” he admitted quietly one night. “Not rich. Not clever. Not even sure I’m a good knight.”

You watched him carefully.

“But I swear,” he continued, voice trembling slightly, “I’d spend my whole life trying to be worthy of you.”

Your throat tightened.

Because he already was.

Duncan already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but when you brought up the possibility of marriage first in passing conversation, he would be stunned.

That night he kneeled before you and held your hand.

" Will you marry me?" he asked voiced filled with fear and love

"Yes Dunk," You answered eyes filled with happy tears

“You want… me?” he’d ask, voice thick with disbelief and relief that you accepted his proposal.

You’d nod and pull him for a kiss.

Your wedding wouldn’t be grand.

No golden halls.

No jeweled crowns or fancy gowns.

Just a quiet sept, flickering candles, and his enormous hands trembling as he placed the ring on your finger.

His vows would be simple.

Honest.

Unbreakable.

“I swear to protect you,” he’d say, voice steady now. “To stand beside you.” “To never fail you, if I can help it.”

And he’d mean every word.

Because being loved by Ser Duncan the Tall meant being loved with every ounce of strength he had.

And he had plenty to give.

More than kings. More than knights.

More than songs could ever tell.

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You are the one thing he cannot control and that hooks him

You don’t meet him in some grand, dramatic way.That would be too easy.You meet him on your first day at the firm. You’re just a new hirehis secretary. Everyone else is nervous. Polished. Trying too hard.

You?

You’re late by three minutes.You walk into his office, completely unfazed, holding a folder and a coffee. “Mr. Milton,” you say, setting the coffee down, “your 9AM is waiting and your last assistant labeled everything wrong, so I fixed it.”

You don’t smile.

You don’t stammer.

You don’t tremble like the others do when they first meet him.You turn to leave. That’s when he speaks.

“Miss…”

His voice is smooth velvet over steel. Low. Amused.

You glance over your shoulder. “Y/N.”

He leans back slowly in his chair, studying you the way a collector studies a rare object something unfamiliar, something potentially valuable.

Most people look at him like prey looks at a predator.

You look at him like he’s just another man with a schedule.

Interesting.

“Three minutes late,” he says mildly.

You shrug.

“The subway stalled. I figured you’d rather I arrive useful than apologetic.”

A flicker of something sharp passes behind his eyes.

Not anger.

Not yet.

Interest.

You step forward again, flipping open the folder.

“I reorganized your afternoon meetings,” you continue calmly. “You had two clients booked at the same time—one of them being the mayor’s office, so I assumed that one mattered more.”

He lifts a brow.

Assumed.

No one assumes with him.They ask. They beg. They hesitate.

You decided.

“Did you now?” he murmurs.

You nod once. “Yes, sir.”

Sir.

Not reverent.

Not fearful.

Just practical.

He takes a slow sip of the coffee you placed in front of him and pauses.

Exactly how he likes it.

No sugar. No cream. Strong enough to bite.

He never told you that. Not personally. Which means you observed.

Adapted.

Improved.

His lips curl barely into something that almost resembles a smile.

“You may stay,” he says.

Like you asked.

Like you needed permission.

You nod once again, unfazed, and head toward the outer office to escort his waiting client.

And the moment the door closes behind you—

He laughs.

Quietly.

Softly.

A rare sound.

Because for the first time in decades… maybe centuries…

Something surprised him.

Should I continue with this?

Being the wife of Sam 'Ace' Rothstein would be glamorous on the surface but extremely intense, dangerous, and complicated underneath. Sam is brilliant, hardworking, obsessive, and controlling, so life with him would revolve around loyalty, image, and survival in the Las Vegas casino world. Here are some things that life as his wife would likely include:

Sam’s Intense Attention

Sam is extremely observant. As a husband, he would notice every small change about you.

If you’re tired, he notices immediately.

If someone disrespects you, he remembers it.

If you’re upset, he wants to know why.

He wouldn’t be the type to ignore his partner. Instead, he’d study you the way he studies a casino floor. The attention would feel sweet but sometimes a little overwhelming with how well he knows you.Sam’s instinct is to control situations so nothing goes wrong. When he loves someone, that instinct becomes protection.

That means:

Making sure you always have security

Him driving or having drivers take you places

Him having to know where you are late at night.Not because he doesn’t trust you but because he doesn’t trust the world.

In his mind, protecting you is part of loving you.Unlike many mob men, Sam is not a big partier or womanizer. If he truly loved his wife, he would likely be:

Faithful

Showering you with affection and gifts

Emotionally invested

Proud to show you off

He’d talk about you to people like you’re the best decision he ever made.For someone like Sam, loyalty is everything. If you give it to him, he returns it with absolute commitment.

Possessive in a Quiet Way

Sam’s possessiveness is different from violent jealousy.

It’s more subtle and psychological:

He wants to know where you are

He wants transparency in the relationship

He dislikes other men getting too comfortable around you

Sam wants stability. If he had the right partner, he’d enjoy:

Quiet dinners at home

Talking about the day

Someone waiting for him after long hours at the casino

The casino is his empire, but your his home and safe place.

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Chicago hums like a living thing streetcars rattling, jazz bleeding out of basement clubs, men in pressed suits speaking in low voices about money, shipments, loyalty. In a narrow brownstone on the South Side, everything is already unraveling.

Mary stands at the window, watching the streetlamps flicker on one by one. The city looks softer from up here, almost forgiving. Almost.

Down below, she knows the truth police that look the other way, men who don’t, and the kind of whispers that can get someone killed if they stick to the wrong ears

Behind her, her mother’s voice cuts sharp through the quiet.

“Those boys are trouble,” she says, voice low but sharp, like she’s afraid the walls themselves might carry it back to them. “I don’t care what they pay. I don’t care who they work for. You stay away from them.”

Stack and Smoke. Two sides of the same coin but Mary sees the difference immediately.

Smoke is quiet. Watchful. The kind of man who stands in a room and somehow notices everything without saying a word. There’s something heavy in him, something that never left Mississippi. Loss sits on his shoulders like it belongs there.

Stack—

Stack is a wildfire.

He laughs too loud. Talks too fast. Lives like tomorrow is a rumor he doesn’t believe in. And when he looks at Mary for the first time, it’s not careful.

It’s immediate.

Dangerous.

But Mary couldn't help but be attracted to it

“You will not see him again.”

Mary doesn’t turn around. Her fingers tighten around the curtain instead.

“You don’t know him.”

“I know enough.” Her mother steps closer, heels clicking like a warning. “Men like that men who work for Capone don’t love girls like you. They use them. They ruin them.”

Mary lets out a breath, slow. Controlled.

“You mean girls like me,” she says quietly, “or girls like me?”

That lands.

Her mother goes still.

Because they both know what she means.

Being Biracial and Passing. It's constantly walking a line so thin it could snap under her at any moment.

“That life will kill him,” her mother says, softer now but not kinder. “And it will take you down with him.”

Mary finally turns.

Her eyes don’t waver.

“I’d rather choose it than be locked away pretending for the rest of my life.”

It stared small at first

A glance held too long in the hallway. A shared cigarette out the back window when her mother isn’t home.

Y’know,” Stack murmurs one night, leaning against a brick building, eyes tracing her face like he’s memorizing it,

“You shouldn’t be out here,” he muttered, but he didn’t step away.

“Neither should you.”

That smirk again, but weaker this time. Stripped down.

“You don’t listen real good, do you?”

Mary stepped closer. “Neither do you.”

Smoke sees it before anyone says anything.

Of course he does, he was always more observant.

He corners Stack in the kitchen late one night, voice low enough not to carry.

“You need to stop.

Stack doesn’t even look up. “Stop what?”

Smoke’s jaw tightens. “ I ain't stupid fool. That girl—”

“She gotta a name.”

“And she got a target on her back if you keep this bullshit up!,” Smoke snaps, sharper now. “Ya'll think Capone’s people don’t notice things?

Stack finally looks at him.

" She's a white woman stack don't matter how much negro blood she has Stack, she is white. You understand what that means? One wrong look, one wrong word, and it ain’t just whispers. It’s a noose. It’s bullets. It’s—”

“I ain’t letting anything happen to her.”

Smoke lets out a bitter laugh.

“That’s what I said too.”

Silence.

Heavy. Suffocating.

Because Stack knows what he means.

Mississippi. Annie. A baby that never got to grow up.

The night they decide to run, it’s not dramatic.

No grand plan.

No perfect timing.

Just urgency.

Stack bursts into her room, breath uneven, eyes lit with something between fear and certainty.

“We gotta go.”

Mary sits up immediately. “What happened?”

“It don't matter,” he says, already grabbing her small suitcase from under the bed. “It’s not safe here no more. For you. For us.”

“Stack—”

“I mean it,” he says, softer now, stepping closer. “I should’ve listened. Smoke was right. This city? It’ll eat you alive just for existing wrong.”

His hand finds hers.

Warm. Steady, despite everything.

“Come with me.”

Mary searches his face.

Reckless. Yes.

Dangerous. Always.

But for the first time—

Serious.

“Where?” she whispers.

Stack smiles, a little crooked, a little wild.

“Anywhere that ain’t here.”

And with that, they disappeared into the night into a future thick with uncertainty, where danger lingered in every shadow.

But wrapped around them, just as strong, just as consuming, was something else—

Love.

Dark, reckless, and unrelenting…

…carrying them forward into whatever waited.