#because he is fully aware he is stalking the waitress

[margle]

deetress would be a great match because dee would benefit from having a positive relationship with another woman, would have a steady but healthy source of validation, would be less desperate, get some distance from the gang, realise the impact of their abuse by seeing how the waitress was affected, learn to not feel like she has to compete with all women, have someone who she could love without feeling like they were seconds from rejecting her.

and the waitress would benefit because dee likes her independence too much to stalk her.

[ateezmakemeweep]

365 days.

mafia!yunho

word count: 9k

angst, fluff, smut (warning: stockholm syndrome)

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he knew it was irrational, the intense longing and fascination with the girl he saw the night his father was murdered. he had been watching you for an hour, your hair blowing in the wind as you stared out at the ocean with a small smile on your face. 

you had been perfectly content and tranquil, your feet sinking into the sand with your white sandals in hand. every time he tried to pull his attention back to the men talking with his dad, you’d make another move. a simple quirk of your lips or head tilt to the side that fully captured his attention. 

he wanted you and he didn’t even know you. he had no idea why the pull toward you was so overwhelming, the possessiveness he knew he always had at an all time high. 

his dad made his way over to him and followed his line of sight, shaking his head as he asked if he knew you. but before yunho could answer, the sound of a gun shot and his father’s pained groan caused him to snap his head toward the man. 

the man who raised him, told him one day he’d have to carry on this business and subject himself to the worst types of criminals, fell into him as blood seeped through his shirt. yunho could only watch the man bleed out in front of him, set him onto the floor and press his large hands into his dad’s bullet wound as chaos erupted around him. 

their men attacked the others, more gun shots and grunts from punching and kicking surrounding him until he saw the exact moment life left his dad’s eyes. tears welling up his vision and his fist punching the ground because he just watched his father die. it’s something he always prepared him for but never thought would actually happen, the hole in yunho’s chest already filling him with so much sadness and devastation. 

and then when he looked up toward the beach, you were gone too.

it took him five years to find you.

and when he did, the empty hole in his chest finally felt like it was healing. he knew it was fucking crazy and that it made no sense. that he could look at a person just once, not even have a conversation with them, and claim them as his. 

but he wanted you and he always got what he wanted. 

that’s why he waltz right into the private party you were in, took a glass of champagne from the waitress’s tray with a wink, and watched. he watched your boyfriend flirt with girls behind your back and the way you were so carefree and alluring. 

your smile effected everyone in the room, men and women, and it’s like you didn’t even know it. you saw your boyfriend’s advances toward anyone but you and slapped him across the face, a smirk appearing on yunho because he’s hoping you’ll be that feisty with him. 

he followed behind when he saw you making your way to the bathroom, an elaborate path of twists and turns that makes a part of him angry and protective over you; it’s dark and dangerous here, what if some psycho decided to stalk you?

his body was itching to follow you into the doorway, take your face in his hand and tell you how long he’s waited for you. how much he’s missed you and is so happy he finally gets the chance to know you. but this plan has to be executed perfectly, not being able to afford fucking this up and losing you again. 

but he also couldn’t not say anything to you, watching you waltz out of the bathroom and look around at the large, gaudy building. he loved the way your eyebrows pinched together, looking around and your lip turning up almost in disgust at how ritzy this place was.

“are you lost, baby girl?” 

you looked up at the sound of his voice and he wanted to smirk at the blank stare you threw his way, narrowing your eyes even further before brushing past him and back down the hallway. there wasn’t a flicker of recognition in your eyes, and he didn’t expect there to be, but he hopes there will be tomorrow, watching your retreating figure until you’re back at the main lobby of the party.

you wake up in an unfamiliar room, in different clothes than the ones you were wearing last night. you quickly try to piece together what happened before you start to panic, desperate to remember if maybe you got a little too drunk and went home with a random man.

but you know that wasn’t the case, remembering walking down the alley to go home and hearing footsteps behind you. turning around and seeing nothing but the gravel and shadows of the buildings. an arm catching you around the waist made you scream out, the last thing you remember feeling before your mind fogs and you can’t think of anything else but falling into a deep slumber. 

you’re thinking, however, that if you were kidnapped, this is unusual treatment. because you’re in a silk nightgown with a comfortable king sized bed under you. the room is beautifully decorated and the outside window looks like something of a villa, a pool and grassland of flowers shining in the sun. 

you lift your head and feel your eyebrows knit because instead of something normal like a tv or dresser at the front of the room, there’s a shower. it’s a beautiful, fancy shower, with neon lights inside and two luxurious rain shower heads. 

you stretch out your bones getting more and more stiff and alert as you look around the unfamiliar room, your feet hitting the floor as you reluctantly make your way to the door; what are the odds it’s even unlocked? you think about knocking or calling out for help but what good would that really do in what appears to be a mansion like this?

you push open the door and hum in surprise when it’s open, making your way down the hall. it’s dark and full of expensive statues and artwork, taking in the columns and high ceilings as your feet start to pick up. there doesn’t appear to be anyone around so you have to hurry up and find the nearest exit, your head snapping side to side as you quietly run down the stairs and through the large house. 

you’re in a room that resembles a living area, couches and chairs sprawled out around the area. pictures cover the walls and you’re frantically searching for another exit or archway when something in particular catches your eye. you shake your head because you almost don’t believe what’s in front of you, your stomach sinking and heart racing because-

“what the fuck,” you mutter out, walking over to the fireplace where a portrait of you is hung up. your face and eyes are staring back at you and the eerie feeling that rips through you makes your heart start to pound even more, to the point where you think you’re about to pass out. 

who the fuck would have a picture of you hanging and why the fuck? were they some sort of creepy stalker? was he watching you now through some cameras, waiting for you to cry out for him and-

“are you lost baby girl?”

you stiffen at the deep voice that sounds like it’s right behind you, the words sounding so familiar but you can’t quite place them. and when you turn around, you see a tall man staring down. his shoulders are broad and his eyes are dark and intense, looking down at you in a way that makes your skin both crawl and warm. 

his hair is slicked back and then it’s finally the way his lips quirk up that you remember him: the man from last night outside of the bathroom. the reminder sends you into a silent panic, the frantic beating of your heart starting to pound in your ears before you feel yourself grow faint. 

you’re only slightly aware of being picked up and carried over to a chair, being plopped down on a cool leather seat that feels nice against your warm skin. the crackling of the fire hits your ears before it’s replaced by the sound of ice clinking around in a glass, the presence of someone kneeling below you causing your eyes to flutter open again. 

and there in front of you is the man, his dark eyes and towering presence even as he’s bent down next to you. you watch as his hand reaches out, littered with tattoos on each knuckle, and you do your best not to flinch away. 

“suck it.” 

his demand leaves no room for objection, the ice cube he’s holding out for you cold and wet on your lips. you refuse to meet his gaze as you open your mouth slightly, his fingers pushing their way through your mouth and making your heart and stomach squeeze; if it’s fear or ill placed arousal, you’re not sure. 

but it quickly turns to anger when he pushes down on your lips. he swirls the wetness over them as you meet his gaze, this bizarre mix of hard warmness as he explains to you that you probably passed out from shock. you can’t even stop yourself from spitting the ice cube at him, watching him with cold eyes as it hits his chin.

the way he tenses and his eyes darken make you think he’s about to hit you but you could give a shit, looking at him with such ferocity as anger courses through your veins; who the hell is this lunatic and why does he have you here? why does he have a picture of you hanging above his fireplace like it’s some sort of family portrait?

his jaw clenches and he rips himself away from the chair, his hand flying up to his hair before you straighten yourself up and shake the remaining nerves away.

“who the fuck are you?” you snap, “why am i here?” 

he doesn’t answer your questions, just looks at you with a challenging look like he almost doesn’t believe you’re talking to him like that. you purse your lips to the side, biting at the inside of your cheek when you jump up from your seat despite your pounding head. 

“are you gonna answer me or not?” you ask, making your way over to him like he doesn’t completely tower over you. “who the fuck are you and where did you-”

“sit down.”

you narrow your eyes at his demand, the way his voice is calm and steady despite the darkness in his eyes only making you more eager to poke at him. he’s completely ignoring your questions and expecting you to listen, making another wave of anger course through you. 

“fuck you and answer me,” you snap. “why do you have that portrait of me?”

“sit down,” he repeats, an edge to his voice though still steady enough. but you couldn’t care less, desperate and getting more and more anxious to know who this psycho is and to know-

“where am i?” you ask, voice high and booming through the living room as you raise your pitch. and that seems to be what makes him crack, makes him step forward and grab you by the arms roughly. he pushes you back down into the chair, words dying in your throat as he manhandles you. 

“sit the fuck down.”

the silence between you is thick as he glares at you, your own eyes wide and fiery as you meet his stare head on. it could be thirty seconds or two minutes but you both don’t say a word, just have a stare off that makes him take your jaw in his hand roughly. 

“you wanna know why you’re here or not?” his voice growls out, the power behind it not even scaring you because “that’s what i’ve been asking, you fucking-” 

his hand squeezes your face and your eyes narrow because you refuse to wince from the pain. 

he lets out a sharp exhale before releasing his hold, giving you a warning look before he takes his drink and makes his way over to the fireplace. he stares dramatically at the flames and if your chest wasn’t heaving from your heavy breaths and fear, you’d yell at him to spit it the fuck out. 

but you have to remember you’re dealing with someone who just kidnapped you, that you’re gonna have to try and control your temper if it means getting the hell out of here.

“i saw you five years ago,” he surprises you by saying, “the night my father died.”

you raise an eyebrow at the his words but don’t have time to dwell on them. can’t try to see if you remember him at all or think about where you might’ve seen this tall, handsome nut job before he starts talking again. 

“i’d been watching you on the beach right before he got shot. i kept trying to look away but i...couldn’t. you just captured my attention and i don’t know what it was about you.”

his words make you swallow as you watch him talk, his tense shoulders and hand gripping the glass as he probably relives the moment of his father’s death. and you feel bad because that’s awful, to see a loved one die before your very eyes, but what the fuck does that have to do with you? 

“but then you were gone,” he continues, “my dad was gone and then so were you. and i became...consumed with this feeling to find you again. i wanted you to be mine then and the feeling never went away.”

you can’t help the small laugh that leaves you, shaking your head in disbelief. how could he have gotten that feeling from just looking at you? he didn’t even know your name or have a conversation with you; if you had to guess, it probably all had to do with physicality. 

because neither of you were blind, both two good looking people and if he wasn’t a kidnapping lunatic, you’d be attracted to him in a second. but you also don’t believe in being owned - you’re your own person and refuse for someone to refer to you as theirs. 

“that sounds pretty fucking crazy to me,” you snap, crossing your legs as you squint your eyes and look at him. “you didn’t even know me and you still don’t. i’m not something to be owned, especially by someone like you who thinks kidnapping me would automatically make me yours.” 

“i know,” he says. and for a second you think maybe you got it all wrong. you don’t know what any other possible scenario could be but if he knows you’re not his and that he can’t just take you, then what the hell is this for? what’s with the freaky portrait and abduction? what’s with that-

“that’s why i’m giving you a chance to fall in love me.” 

your eyes bulge open at his words, looking at him in disbelief and shock because this fucking guy cannot be serious. neither of you say anything until you shake your head, watching him walk toward you when he sees you’re ready to bolt and scream at him. 

“what the fuck are you talking ab-”

“i’m giving you a chance to love me on your own. so you can see that i felt something for a reason. not because i forced you but because you’ll actually have feelings for me, too.”

“i don’t want a fucking chance, i don’t need one,” you snap, sick and tired of the ludicrous nonsense coming from this grown man. “i have a boyfriend and a life to get back to. i don’t know you and you don’t know me and you’ve gotta be really fucking deranged to think i’m gonna stay here and-”

his words cut you off as he plops down in the chair next to you, explaining his men have already “put a hold” on your life as you know it. e-mailed your work and left a note for your boyfriend and family, made it seem as if you wanted a break and took a much needed vacation they had all been begging you to go on.

“and if you don’t love me, i’ll let you go,” his deep voice tells you, like he’s gonna be so gracious toward you and your wishes. “but i’m just asking for you to see what it’d be like. to have a life with me and see if you could love me.”

you don’t know how to process what this man is saying to you, thinking that he has to have some sort of mental illness. using his piecing eyes, towering frame and good looks like that’s gonna somehow be enough for you to fall at his feet. 

but if he thinks it’ll be that easy, he has another thing coming.

because while yes, he’s attractive and yes, you could see yourself being attracted to him if he wasn’t a raging lunatic, you will absolutely not submit to him. so you turn your head to the side and smile at him, a small, sarcastic smile with your eyes narrowed as you look at man staring down at you. 

“go fuck yourself,” you say through gritted teeth, jumping up from your chair and away from him. you only get about three steps before he gets up and grabs you around your waist. his hands are large on your waist as he throws you back down on the chair, pulling you by the hair so your neck is craned up against the back of the cushions. 

you’re only slightly aware of his knee between your legs, more so focused on the way your heart is pounding and breath is strangled from his tight, strong hold on you. how his dark eyes are boring into yours and how his hand is hovering over your chest. 

it feels like he’s got you completely caught and that you can’t do a thing about it. your mind racing to push and fight and get away from him but your body doing it’s own thing. tightening at the way his knee is so close to your pussy, his hand almost grazing your thigh while his other is right next to your head.

“i’m not gonna touch you or do anything you don’t want me to,” you hear him mumble in your ear. you can feel your heat against his knee as his breath fans across your neck, noticing the way you shiver and how it’s the firs time you’ve given in since he brought you here.

but he also sees fear and that unsettles him. makes him feel like you think he’s a monster.

“i’m gonna wait until you come to me on your own. ready for me to touch you and then begging for me to fuck you.”

you sharply inhale as he completely rests his hand on your boob, feeling the sheer size of it in comparison to your chest and not being able to help but swallow nervously. and then he squeezes and a gasp leaves your mouth, his mouth hot and close to your ear. 

“but don’t fucking provoke me,” he warns lowly, his knee pressing against your dress that’s pooling loosely between your legs. “because i won’t be gentle.” 

you don’t even realize you’re shaking until he pulls away, watching him let out a sigh as he walks back over to the fire. his walk is cold and calculating despite the way he’s so hot and unpredictable, a burst of anger in his eyes before you can even blink. 

the crackling of the fire rings in yours ear again as you look over at him, feeling a wet tear on your cheek that you didn’t even feel escape. 

“i’ll give you 365 days. if you don’t love me by then, i’ll set you free.”

another round of panic and anger fills you despite the terror you’re feeling, shaking your head and wiping at the tear before you spring up and start to run. but the man only growls again, snapping his head around before the sound of his feet following you cause you to speed up.

but it’s no use because he wraps his strong arms around your waist and shoves you against the wall, his chest flush against your back. you feel his lower body pressed into your ass and you want nothing more than to kick him right between his legs, knowing that that is probably the reason for all of this. 

“if you just want to fuck me, then get it over with. don’t try to say this is about love, you sicko.”

you hear him chuckle in your ear before he takes your hair in his large hand, wrapping his fingers around it and pulling so you’re looking at him. he can see in your eyes that you’re scared but also ready to fight, the searing determination and anger in them making him all too excited and fond of you. 

“it is, baby girl, what do you take me as? a perverted monster?” he asks with a smirk and you’re so so tempted to spit in his face and continue to curse at him. but you can’t because then his lips brush yours, not enough to classify it as a kiss, but just a little tease. just enough to feel your breath tangle and mouths to part on one another. 

“and i already told you i’m only gonna fuck you once you’re begging.”

you tried to escape again the next night. 

stayed camped out and hidden away in your room all day until it became dark outside your window. he had come in a few times to check on you and you had faked a slumber each and every time, your lip curling when you see he had left food for you. 

what a polite kidnapper, you thought, giving you deadlines to be set free and food like he’s the poster child for psychotic abductors. 

but then what you discovered about him proved that, maybe, he really was psychotic. or at least very much a criminal. because one second, you’re rushing down the hall and through the main room where your picture is creepily hanging and the next you’re outside. 

the cold night air hits your face and you tell yourself not to get too excited yet, you still have an acre of land to maneuver while also avoiding him and the several other men you think must work for him. the other men you see standing in a circle, your tall, broad kidnapper looming over someone curled into a bloody pile on the floor.

and then without a second thought, you watch his arm extend down and a gunshot rings through your ears. it’s the first time you’ve ever heard that sound and you watch with wide eyes and a pounding heart as the bullet hits the man and his shaking, shriveled up body stops. 

dark familiar eyes meet yours as you feel yourself grow faint, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist before you hit the concrete floor underneath you. 

the next time you open your eyes, you’re back in the bedroom. still so shocked by how nice it is, how soft the bed is under you and the view outside the bright, sunny window. you stretch out your body as you try to remember how you got here, remembering the way you crept around the house desperate you find a way out.

“are you okay?”

the deep voice coming from the corner of the room causes you to jump, looking over to see the man’s long body leaned back and sitting in the chair. he’s watching you carefully and shirtless, his board shoulders and toned stomach on complete display. 

it makes you swallow as you try to not allow your eyes to roam, remembering that this is the man who’s forcing you to stay with him for a whole year. a whole year and he hasn’t even told you his name yet. or told you his occupation, but it seems kind of obvious given what you saw last night.

how him and his men hold such a powerful, strong presence. how they have guns and protection at all times and they were able to so callously watch a man die. 

“i’m sorry you had to see that,” he says, his soft voice sounding so foreign to your ears; but then it gets that deep growl back and you find yourself not being able to look away from him. “but he deserved it. he was hurting children and betrayed us. we don’t allow that type of shit.”

you can’t help the smirk that crosses your face at the comment, your tongue poking at your cheek as train your gaze on his face and feel something vengeful and petty course through you.

“but kidnapping women is okay?” 

his eyes narrow at your comment but he only pops his neck to the side, his eyes raking over your exposed legs in the night dress you’ve been wearing since yesterday. you notice his eyes on you and raise an eyebrow, not missing the dark look in them as he takes in the sight of you. 

“what exactly do you do?” you ask him with a raised eyebrow. “since, you know, i don’t even know your fucking name.”

he smirks, bending his head down so he doesn’t laugh because okay, maybe this whole situation is a little absurd. 

“sorry about that. i’m yunho,” he tells you when he looks up, his deep voice a contrast to the glint of amusement in his eyes. “and i’m a... business man. the head of a corporation, we’ll say.”

you let out a scoff as you shake your head, jumping up from the bed and making your way over to him. “if i’m stuck with you for a year, you’re gonna fucking be honest with me. you can’t just keep everything from me and expect me to-”

he’s out of his seat and you’re on your back in a second, the soft bed under you as he looms above you. despite the harsh way he got up and pushed you back, nothing is threatening. he’s just looking at you with his usual hard stare, his long finger tracing down on your neck and over your pulse point.

“listen to me carefully, pretty girl,” yunho breaths out. “i am gonna be honest with you about everything. my intentions with you and anything regarding that. but my work stuff? you’ll know what you need to know about that.”

you let out a shaky exhale as you look up at him, ignoring the way his finger on your neck makes you feel warm and like a piece of prey caught. 

“because that’s what’s gonna keep you safe. the details are dangerous and you need to stay out of it,” he continues, his hand softly running through your hair. his eyes roam over your face again, moving to caress your cheek and you don’t wanna believe it but it’s actually a soft and sweet touch. 

“i know you don’t believe me, now, but your safety has quickly become my number one concern.”

you swallow down the lump in your throat, staying trapped underneath him as looks over every bit of your face. you don’t understand him, how he could go from hot to cold and how he could look at you in such a way that holds care and desire. 

he pulls himself away from you and makes his way over to your door silently.

“you should get showered and dressed, we’re going shopping.”

your eyebrow quirks up as you look at him, sitting up on the bed and turning so you can look at him. “oh?” you quip, “so now you’re trying to buy me?”

his hand comes up to his face, rubbing over it in stress before he meets your eyes. “no,” he grunts out lowly, your eyes running over the long, tattooed fingers you can’t seem to look away from. “but you’re gonna need clothes, are you not?”

“i guess i am,” you bite out in annoyance, rolling your eyes when he leaves the room without another comment.

you felt bad about spending his money for all about five seconds.

but now. now you were almost doing it vengefully, picking up the most expensive pair of shoes you could find just so he could be charged the absurd amount of money.

but by the sixth store, you saw it was no use. because he just handed over his black card without a care in the world, like you weren’t raking up thousands and thousands of dollars on clothes and shoes. and you think about how someone so obviously a criminal attains that kind of wealth, hooking the lace bra that matches your black thong when no other than he himself bursts through the door.

it’s in the same manner in which he took you from your life, abrupt and absurd and like he belongs in that room, deserves to be seeing you standing there half naked like this lingerie is for him. “get out,” you snap, not caring that his eyes are on you but more so at the way he thinks he can just do that. 

he only raises his eyebrow at you, bursting in just because he thought you were in there for far too long and was paranoid you somehow escaped him and his four men. but instead he’s met with the sight of you, lace complimenting your skin so well and it’s taking everything in him not to crumble at your feet. 

especially when, after he doesn’t answer, you advance further with a look in your eye that makes his dick twitch in his pants. “get. out,” you say through clenched teeth, pushing him back until his back hits the door. “or else.”

“or else what?” he challenges, not being able to help the way a smirk spreads across his face or the way his eyes roam your body. you’re just so fucking hot and angry, nothing like the woman he thought you were five years ago but finding this way better.

the way you’re so feisty and don’t back down, the way you act like this but then submit the second his hand is on you. because you’re bound to say something in a second that’s gonna make anger course through his veins and-

“or else this will be the last time you’ll see me like this,” you tell him with a smirk, not thinking twice about palming him through his pants the same way he did your chest. ”it’ll be a long year for you, don’t you think?”

and just like he predicted, his hand reaches around your throat and he backs you up until you hit the cold mirror. you look away so you don’t smirk at the reaction you just knew you were gonna get, hearing the way his breath turns ragged and his vein bulges out of his neck from trying to control himself. 

“i can promise you that won’t be the case, baby girl,” he growls in your ear. the tiny chuckle you release causes him to tighten his hand around your neck even more, your hand reaching down again so you can cover his bulge. 

“are you promising or hoping?” you ask him, your voice breathy and eyes teasing as you look up at him through your lashes. “because those are two very different things.”

you watch his jaw tick and eyes darken even more before he releases his hold on you, staring down at you for a few silent moments until you’re finally alone in the dressing room again. and when you are, you rip the lingerie off and slip on your dress again, annoyed by him and this situation and your ill placed arousal at teasing him. 

“i’m done,” you announce as you walk past him, crumbling up the underwear and bra in your hand before throwing it at his face. you roll your eyes at the familiar sound of feet following you, walking yourself out of the store and back to the car he all but dragged you into hours earlier. 

later that night at dinner, however, his eyes and demeanor take a turn that calm your irritation. it doesn’t halt it or dissipate it by any means but you crazily enough find that you’re...accepting of the conditions. it started when you sat down and saw all your favorite meals cooked, raising an eyebrow when you asked him just how long he’d been stalking you. 

he only rolls his eyes and tells you he watched you carefully at the party you first saw him at, how he noticed you avoided all the red meat and your eyes lit up in particular when it came to the pasta and seafood dishes. 

“what a gracious kidnapper you are,” you tell him, resisting the urge to moan in delight when you pop the ravioli in your mouth; fuck him, it really does taste good. you look over to see a blank look on his face, raising your eyebrow questioningly from across the table. 

it takes a while to get the conversation going, the both of you just commenting on the food or clothes before he finally thinks about how to approach it. 

“i know this is a...hard situation. but for it to work, we both need to try.”

your eyebrows pull together at his comment, putting your fork down as you cock your head to the side. and once he’s sees you’re about to say something, most definitely sassy and anger-inducing, he talks again. 

“we can make this year either really fucking good or really fucking hard. but we both need to try, y/n. you need to see this as an opportunity given to us by fate.”

“by fate?” you question, voice raising as you feel irritation fill you. “you fucking took me, yunho. you planned this all out and kidnapped me. this was completely your doing!” 

his fists clench as drops his gaze away from you, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough until blood is drawn. he knows you’re right and that this instant of meeting wasn’t fate. but him seeing you that night was, him getting that feeling and not being able to stop thinking about it was. 

“but first seeing you wasn’t,” you hear him say, his head snapping up to look at you. “it felt like i was given you before my dad died. that i couldn’t take my attention away from you because...something knew i was gonna need you.” your eyes narrow as you listen to him talk, the honest and brashness in his tone making you keep your mouth shut. 

you still think it’s fucking crazy and it still doesn’t make sense. but you know what trauma can do to the mind also. 

“but then he was gone and so were you. and i can’t find my father again until i die but i found you again. i found you.” the words don’t sound like they should be coming out of his mouth, the deep voice that growls curses at you with eyes that flare just as much darkness. 

but now he gets up from his seat to walk over to you and you don’t find yourself being scared. the way he circles your chair not making you feel like he’s a big bad hunter and you’re a fragile little deer. 

“you keep saying i have to try,” you say, spinning around in your chair and looking up at him. he’s watching you so carefully, like he’s hanging on every word you’re saying tonight because you haven’t cursed at him and tried to run away. “but you’re not much better yourself. you have a temper too.”

“i know,” he says, bending down so his face is at your level and a small smirk on his face looking almost...cute. “but i want you to help me. help me learn to be more...gentle. for you.”

you let out a quiet sigh, nodding your head before you bite down on your lip and look up at him with something darker in your eyes. “and it’s still true what you said the first night? that you won’t...force me to do anything?”

his hand reaches up to caress your cheeks as he shakes his head, the soft look in his brown eyes the nicest you’ve seen since you know this man. “i’m not the monster you think i am,” he says, his eyes falling to your lips before he looks into your eyes again. “and i hope you’ll see that one day.”

the next few weeks with yunho were rather....calm. he ate every meal with you and you guys got to know each other a little more. no snippy comments or reminders that he’s technically holding you hostage, just conversations that were light and let you two see more about each other.

how he’s tough and hard but has a soft side. how even though he’s harsh with his men, you see the fond way he looks at them. he learns that even though you’re naturally bratty and roll your eyes way too much, you also have a sweet smile that could melt away almost any of his qualms. 

but getting you on the plane proved to be a challenge. 

“i’m not a sack of potatoes you can just transport from country to country, yunho,” you snap, “and why do i have to go anyway? you barely tell me what you do for work in the first place.”

he only took your face in his large hand and squeezed, realizing over these past few days just how much your eyes linger over them. his long fingers covered in black ink, usually with sliver and black rings adorning them. 

“you’re going because i’m going,” he answers lowly in your ear. “and i’ll put you over my shoulder if i have to.”

“you wouldn’t fucking dare.”

but oh would he. because now here you sit, with your arms crossed, jet lagged  and a puss on your face as you sit in a ritzy hotel. he’d been making you sit here like some perfect little trophy waiting for him, your eyes following him as he sat down and talked with another tall handsome man.

and maybe because you were pissed or bored or knew by the way they kept glancing your way that they were talking about you but you couldn’t help the way you pranced over there with your vanilla ice cream cone in hand. licking at it slowly as a dollop of white covers your lip, wiping at it with your finger before swirling your tongue around it to lick it off.

“are you talking about me?”

your eyes meet yunho’s who looking at you with a guarded expression, the other man smirking as he introduces himself as mingi. “i was telling him what a...gentle, obliging woman you are.”

you raise you eyebrow as you lick at the ice cream, looking right into yunho’s eyes as you decide to poke the bear just a little bit. because he forced you on that plane and completely rendered you unable to move for the entire flight. he kept his hand on your knee and his cold skin felt nice on your warm leg despite the rage you felt. 

so now, you think, he deserves to be fucked with a little. in a way that he can’t fight you back on because he promised not to touch you. so you make sure to keep your gaze on him the entire time, swirling the ice cream around your mouth and tasting the vanilla on your tongue. 

“is that right?” you hum, looking at mingi as you lick off the white cream that’s covering your lips. 

“stop it,” you hear yunho’s voice growl but you can only smile, walking closer to mingi before you lick at the ice cream again. mingi’s eyes move to your lips for a split second before going to yunho, watching the way his friend is growing enraged and bothered. 

“you want some?” your voice suddenly asks, circling the tip of the ice cream with your tongue before pressing it to mingi’s lips. the man shakes his head and you turns your head to the side, a little hum leaving you just as yunho’s arm wraps around your waist and roughly pulls you into him. 

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” 

you turn around and meet his gaze, your eyes heated and vengeful and you think you’re probably having a little too much fun with this. 

“i’m bored,” you tell him flatly, reaching down for his hand before bringing it up to hover over your stomach. he sharply exhales but then instead of placing his hand on your skin, you drop the ice cream cone in his hold and walk off toward the elevators without another word. 

the hotel room is laid out eerily similar to your bedroom at...the room at yunho’s, a large bed placed in front of a full length shower with lights and an array of sprayers; you wanna know when this bizarre style of room became the choice for wealthy criminals. 

you strip down out of your clothes and walk toward the shower, turning on the faucet until the water is scorching. you laugh to yourself as you think of the way yunho’s probably downstairs still frustrated and anger at the stunt you pulled. 

you both promised to try with each other but how can you not have a little fun? especially when he forced you on the plane to a new country and already set the tone for the day? you’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t hear the door open or yunho take in a sharp breath, your naked body exposed as water drips down the curve of your back. 

you only know he’s here when his naked body is next you, craning your head to see his broad shoulders and erection in the steamy air. you can’t seem to tear your eyes away despite what’s going on in this moment, far too distracted by how big his cock is. not like you’re surprised, though, given the sheer size of him. 

“you just gonna stare or are you gonna try to put on another show?”

his voice is even and low but there’s an underlying tone of frustration that makes you all too amused. you bite down on your lip so you don’t smile, instead choosing to let your eyes roam over his body. 

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

a huff leaves his mouth and he shakes his wet hair out, making his way over to you until he’s standing over your body. your eyes travel up his torso and pecks until you’re looking at him, your skin wet and only a few inches from grazing. 

“you wanna touch baby girl?” he asks, his voice deep and strained and you wanna laugh because it’s almost too fucking easy. you place your hands on his chest and turn him until he’s pushed against the wall, his adams apple bobbing at the way you press your naked body on his. 

the sexual tension and attraction has been palpable this entire time but it’s only getting more and more intense as the days go on, your hands sliding slowly down him as you feel him start to shake underneath you. you know he probably wants to throw you against the wall and wrap his hand around your neck, warn you lowly that he’s not gonna touch you but that you better not provoke him. 

but instead he just takes it, his head leant against the wall and his chest heaving as your fingers trace right above his cock. you’re not gonna lie and say you’re not wet and aching between your legs now but you can’t focus on that, far too distracted by the way it seems like you finally have him under control.

and it’s because of that you look at him, pump his wet dick just once in your hand and hear him growl. you smirk in his face as you circle the tip before pulling your hand away, feeling something hot and fiery sear through you at the way he looks so worked up over this; his eyes are dark and hazy and he looks about to ready to fuck you against the wall. 

you flick your hand so the water and his slick precum fall off your hand, rolling your eyes before you turn around and go to exit the shower; but then, just as you predicted, he reaches out and roughly spins you around. his hand is on the back of your neck and your mouths are just inches apart, his lips brushing yours and you can feel how ragged and rough his breaths apart. 

“how many fucking times do i have to tell you not to push me?” he growls against your mouth. “don’t you think your little stunt downstairs was enough?” you only look up and meet his gaze, the teasing look replaced with a hardness that causes him to squeeze you tighter. you just look so unbothered while he’s ready to explode, everything about you and your presence overwhelming him.

“you’re gonna make me do something i don’t wanna fucking do.”

and at the time, you think his words just mean he’s gonna go back on his words and show you that he’s a monster. that he’s gonna take you even though you’re not crying out for him and you can’t say you’d really be surprised at this point. 

so you only shrug your shoulders, quirking an eyebrow challengingly. “yeah? and what’s that? fuck me even though i’m not begging for you?” 

and that’s exactly what you think is gonna happen when he drags you down the hallway of the suite in a robe. you’re fighting against him but his hand is wrapped so tightly around your wrist, walking into another dark room as he throws you down on the bed. 

you rut against it and try to run away but he only pushes you down with a lowly growled “stop it.” you feel yourself start to panic slightly when he cuffs both your hands, black leather around your wrists and sliver chains attached to the high posts of the bed. 

you nearly kick him in the face when he does the same thing to your ankles, your growled out curses and screams telling him to fuck off falling on deaf ears. you’re completely spread out in front of him as he looks at you from the bottom of the bed, his body free of clothes as he peers down at you without a word. 

you don’t know what the fuck he’s about to do but you can’t stop the way you’re shaking. out of fear and arousal and fury and everything you’ve felt for the past month and a half of your life. you two just wordlessly stare at one another, his eyes never leaving your face despite the way your legs are spread, before he breaks it off and takes a seat on the couch. 

you narrow your eyes when his hard cock hits the air, the sound of the door opening making you swallow and tense; you half expect to see mingi walk through the door, some sort of sick twisted idea that yunho had to prove that you’re his.

what you don’t expect, however, is to see a woman you’ve never seen before walk in the room, clad in the black lingerie you threw in his face when you were shopping that day. something about it unnerves a crazy part of you but you don’t say anything, can only watch as she crosses the room and bends down into between his legs.

you bite the inside of your cheek and swallow down, almost not believing it when you watch her take his cock in her mouth. your mouth falls open slightly at the way he throws his head back and letting out a small groan, wondering what kind of sick shit he’s pulling right now.

his head falls back as you watch her head start to bob up and down, her hands laid out on his thick thighs and making something in the pit of your stomach burn.

he watched you flirt with mingi and now he’s making you watch this. watch as he moans and fucks up into this random woman’s mouth. his head rolls back up to watch you, your eyes wide and unable to leave the sight in front of you. 

but then the second you meet his gaze, you look away. 

because it’s too much, to see his glassy eyes full of arousal and lust as someone else sucks him off. as he moans and thrusts his hips frantically while you’re spread out right there and feeling wetness seep between your legs. 

“look at me,” you hear his deep voice growl. you swallow and bite down on your lip, the sound of the chains clattering when you try to move away at the sound of him moaning again sending a satisfied smirk on his face.

“i fucking told you to look at me.”

you can’t help but look up at his words, feeling yourself swallow a whine when his eyes roll back into his head. the girl’s head bobs faster and faster on his dick, his large tattooed hand grabbing the back of her hair as he bites down on his lip.  

the room is full of sounds of his strangled grunts and her slurping, the way you flail and rut against the clanking chains making you more and more angry. why is he doing this and why is it working? why are you so effected by seeing someone else get him off and wishing it could be you?

because the burning ache between your legs is too much and you feel the wetness on your thighs. 

you can’t tear your eyes away from him when you know he’s about to come, the way he bites down on his lip and fucks up into the hot mouth sucking and licking him. he makes sure to look right at you when his mouth falls open, releasing into the girl’s mouth and making a hot pang of desire shoot right through you. 

you’re clenching around nothing and hate that you feel this way, how wet and ready you are for him to push that girl off of him so he can fuck you. fill you up the way you feel the need to to be despite everything so fucking wrong with this situation. 

but when he makes his way over to you, the girl wiping at her mouth as she walks out of the room, he doesn’t look like he plans on doing so. he only leans over your body and can smell the arousal on you, his large hand in between your legs and on the soft, wet sheets. 

“maybe now...you’ll be a good girl for me. and won’t pull the shit you do.”

you look up at him through hooded eyes and feel your mind clouded, his flushed face looking down at you with such a hard stare. you try to touch him but you’re still completely tied up, a whine leaving your mouth as the chains clatter and your restraints just get tighter. 

“yunho,” you whine out and the sound of your name falling from your lips almost makes him crack. but he only takes your face in his hand, his thumb running against your lower lip that you immediately take in your mouth.

you look up at him as you suck his finger, swirling your tongue around him and feeling your pussy throb. he watches for a few seconds before shoving his finger down you throat until you gag, shaking his head as he trails his finger down your chest and circles your hard nipple. 

“do you want to touch me now?” you hear him mumble lowly in your ear. a broken whine leaves your mouth as you whine out a yes, to beg him to fuck you and that you need him his cock and want him now. 

“please,” you whine and you don’t even recognize your own voice. 

because the pounding in your ears and between your legs is completely overpowering you. he leans closer to you and takes your face in his hand, his body overs yours and his hot mouth by your ear making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“i’m gonna fuck you so hard baby girl,” he grunts lowly and the words fill you with such relief and excitement. your pussy clenches in anticipation and you pull against the restraints so you can touch him and have your hands on him. 

his eyes watch you carefully, the way your robe has fallen off your shoulders and your nipples are hard in the air. how your legs are shaking and he wants nothing more than his bury his face between them.

but you pushed him to this point and now, even though it pains him, he has something to prove. it’s why he bends down to kiss at your inner thighs, his lips and hot mouth so close to your pussy you feel tears in your eyes. 

“i’m gonna fuck you until you scream for me,” you hear his deep, strangled voice says. he can’t help but lick up your pussy just once, toying at your clit just to get a taste of you as you widen your legs and scream out at the feeling.

but then his mouth is away and he brings his face to yours, pressing his lips to your mouth in a kiss. the first real kiss you two have had thus far, where your lips are parted and you can even taste your heavy arousal on him.

“but it won’t be tonight, baby girl,” he hums, kissing down on your neck before pulling away and leaving you panting on the bed. he makes no move to untie you or fuck you or do anything, just leans his head against the bed frame and looks over your body with lust in his eyes. 

“after all, we have a whole year together, don’t we?”

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What do you want?

JAMi2 - What Do You Want? [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO] - fic gift for @chick-hicks about her cool characters together. I wrote this two days ago after hearing the song it reminded me of her characters Franceska(Pilot) Bianco/a and Brett Kazakov ,it's a little rushed but I wrote as soon as I got home. Hope you all enjoy it  as well.   * Another day another shootout but that's none of her business. All that Franceska,Pilot as she's know by her friends and coworkers,does is own a restaurant. One of her passions as a child was to be a famous chief and by golly she did it! However this wasn't exactly what she thought it would look like. -"Hey can I get a menu here or what?! " yelled out one of her regulars,a finely dressed man like most of his crew. -"Oh! Mi dispiace, right away!" Franceska said and ran off to the customer. Ever since one of her waitresses got shot a week ago she's had her hands full with work. It's not that she's complaining,goodness non! But when she thought about becoming a famous chef with a 5 star restaurant she failed to imagine that her precious restaurant would become a hot-spot for local gangs and mobs! It's not that she's complaining,they pay a large sum every time they come in,the only problem was one of the mob leader. Brett Kazakov a Russian immigrant and one of the most dangerous mafia leaders in NYC,here...In her restaurant,her legs don't quiver when he's around,of course not! It's not like she wants to fall down into the Earth's crust every time he calls her over to his table or spares a glance. * Ah how those were simpler times! When all she had to worry about was not getting shot or spilling a drink on someone. But it seems that God had other plans in mind for her. A month later she got a letter,a finely made one at that,just like the types she saw the mafia men read before they stopped coming to her restaurant,oh dear,what could have been there? Well apparently her restaurant was so well liked by one of the biggest mafia leaders that they sent her an suggestion! (more like order because she's not insane to refuse the mafia,she currently not sleeping with the fishes!) Her restaurant will become the Kazakov's new meeting place,oh and that's not all! The mob leader also requested that she come to him every time he comes into her establishment . Now that would have all been fine whether she had not heard how he got to power,as she heard from some of the customers Brett was the second-in-command in their group,but he brutally killed his superior. By some claims,it was with a gunshot to the head while some claim Brett hit him at the back of the head with a shovel. Either way having a man like that,who had such a short temper around her with a loaded gun is anything but calming. Just like now ,he was fuming at her for causing a mess! Oh it's all her fault,she spilled wine all over his suit... -" È-È  colpa mia! Mi dispiace!!!" she cried out trying to wipe off the wine off the angry Russian's suit,she's so distressed she can't think in proper English so her mind goes blank,she speaks in her mother tongue.-"Io chiedo sinceramente scusa! Farò in modo di non fare questo sbaglio di nuovo-" she tried to explain before the furious man's expression changed upon seeing her cry and apologize in Italian,he cut her off. -" Eh? Don't fucking cry,don't touch me." he huffed and pushed her off of him, turning his back to her  but she insisted, making him turn and sharply glare at her,grabbing her by the crock of her neck. -" What! What? What do you want?" But she stood there,shaking and crying unable to answer the simple question she was given, that day was one of the most embarrassing ones in her life... * Now that she remembers that they she sighed out a chuckle,that is such a far away memory . A lot has changed from then to now,but as fast as she could put it... Things happened between her and him,which resulted in him taking her as his personal made,that meant cleaning ,doing the chores and cooking. Now despite getting payed a large amount of money,cash the never dreamed of having,her job was anything but easy. One of the things she was currently doing was feeding Brett,who had been left bedridden since he got shot a few hours ago. He was glaring at her with such an intensity when she brought the spoon to his face. -"Mio fichetto Brett...Just say 'ahh' ,si?" she asked him with a small innocent like smile to which he did as he was asked ,much to her surprise but once he did he spat the food on her face"..." She doesn't get it but no matter how much this man disrespects her she yearns for his praises and attention,so much so that she's gotten to the point of purposely falling down & breaking things just to get a moment with him...Even if it is just him yelling at her. But still she doesn't mind it as much,just as long as he can glance at her . Even so somethings do rub her the wrong way,Brett sometimes brings people he sleeps with resulting in Pilot seeing half-naked men and women running out his bedroom ... Well now. Isn't he such a naughty boy,he's not even aware that he's cheating. He doesn't even know that they're together,but she does even if he doesn't she just knows it. It's not something she can explain without getting a weird look or two. * a few years later * Unfortunately ,even though after all these years her feelings for the mobster only grew,now she gets insulted almost every other minute it hurts but at least he pays her attention? Franceska is not really sure,she thought that she'd grow past getting offended/hurt by his insults but each time he does it breaks her inside. -" What?" she looked at the man she loved and who she fully knew didn't return her feelings,she looked at the gun being pointed at her head. -" What?" *he asked her the question,what would she want? The only reason she's in this position is because he caught her trying to poison one of his lovers. Now as any sane person would imagine he's more than angry with her,she's pinned to the wall frowning like a child at him. The thing she wants is for him to notice her but not like this. Pilot just wants to be the one he loves. To be called beautiful by him is one of her biggest fantasies. She dreamt about him turning her world upside down! Well to be fair he did,just not in the way she thought. She became obsessed over him,stalking and staring at him every so often. Up to the point where he noticed. It's just not something she thought would end like this. "What do you want?!" Bianca's eyes filled with tears and she tried to cup his cheeks ,she smiled lightly ,but that only made the man angrier. " Amore  mio,bello,mi dispiac-" her apology was cut short by a loud bang,her body fell to the floor . Brett looked down at the woman,she had too come close . She had to make him feel things he hadn't planned on feeling,hadn't she? He cussed out looking at her dead body,fresh tears forming out of his own eyes just like they did with her a few moments ago. "Итальянская сука..." he muttered and put the gun up to his head,she did it,she finally broke him...This is love.Huh? He never wanted to fall in love with her but here he is,she was the death of him,he was too mentally ill to love her in the right way. Always cussing,yanking her,threatening ...the things he did,and to think she did once say something about marrying him(it freaked him out) ... " Till death do us part...Franceska." A loud bang echoed in the mansion where they lived,his body falling  atop of hers . In a macabre way, in the end ,they did end up  together. ____ Mi dispiace: I'm sorry. È  colpa mia: It's my fault. Mio fichetto: My pretty boy Amore  mio: My love Bello: Handsome Итальянская сука: Italian bitch

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“Dennis’ Double Life” Defense & Explanations

In this post, I’ll attempt to explain/defend all of the controversial scenes in the Season 12 finale, “Dennis’ Double Life.” This write-up has helped me to appreciate the episode a lot better and it might help some people who have mixed feelings about the episode to view it in a different light.

NOTE: This is a mix of speculation and canon evidence.

Question 1: Why was Dennis a butt to Mac the entire episode, especially after he was so nice to him at the end of “The Gang Tends Bar”?

Answer 1: I will break this answer into three parts:

Part 1: I got the vibe that Mandy surprised Dennis with the visit, which explains why Dennis had mere seconds to tell the Gang to pretend that he was someone else. With the flesh-and-blood reality of Brian Jr. on his mind, I don’t think he had the mental energy to consider Mac at all. (In “The Gang Tends Bar,” Brian Jr. wasn’t there, so Dennis didn’t feel that immediate/strong pressure. Also, Dennis was emotionally vulnerable and available after having told the Gang about his “big feelings,” so he was able to react better to Mac)

Part 2: I’m not sure Dennis fully comprehends Mac’s feelings for him. I think he knows, to some degree, that Mac is attracted to him, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he sees Mac’s attraction to him as a kind of strange “hero worship.” Dennis verbally confirmed that Mac is gay in “Mac Day,” but he constantly acts weirded out or confused when Mac does/says something that shows that he has feelings for him. For example, in “Mac & Dennis Move to the Suburbs,” Dennis thought it was weird that Mac would name their dog Dennis Jr. That reaction, of course, mirrors Dennis’ reaction to Mac’s reveal that he perfectly recreated their old apartment. I don’t think he was trying to hurt Mac. He just flat out does not understand why Mac would go through all the trouble.

Dennis also doesn’t appear to understand his own feelings for Mac. He has asked Mac to “get off with him” (a “mostly sexual” manipulation game) and tried to get him to participate in a threesome with a male golf caddy in “Frank’s Back in Business,” admitted to Dee that he made his sex tapes for himself and Mac in “The Gang Group Dates,” stated that he has a thing with Mac where he picks out porn for them that he doesn’t want Charlie to join in on (“The Gang Spies Like U.S.”), and danced for Mac when he saw him avidly watching him in “PTSDee,” but he doesn’t see anything strange about this. It’s just par for the course in their relationship.

If Dennis has trouble seeing his own feelings, then like hell is he going to fully see Mac’s feelings. And if he can’t see Mac’s feelings, he can’t deal with them properly. 

Part 3: In the back of Dennis’ mind, he was seriously considering leaving the Gang and being a father to his son. He knows that leaving the Gang is going to hurt him, so he emotionally pushed them away. When the Gang becomes “lesser” in his mind, it doesn’t hurt as much to leave them.

Summary: Dennis was stressed the heck out about Brian Jr. and didn’t have the energy to deal with his relationship with Mac.

Question 2: Were Mac’s feelings for Dennis treated as a joke?

Answer 2: Not necessarily. Even though Dennis likes to act like he’s the smartest member of the Gang, Mac is clearly more aware and accepting of the nature of their relationship than Dennis is. Mac was 100% fine with them pretending to be a couple and raising Brian Jr. (with or without Mandy), not because he’s super desperate and lovesick, but because, no matter what they call their relationship (lovers, partners, pretend, friends), they’d still be together. Mac just loves being with Dennis and wants to help solve Dennis’ problem, so, of course, that would be his plan. (And it’s actually a good plan.)

It hurts the empathetic audience members to see Mac treated the way he is by Dennis, but it’s normal Dennis behavior that Mac has accepted. Mac has survived his internalized homophobia, his father’s dislike of him, his mother’s indifference to him, and the Gang’s occasional dislike of him. Mac is stronger than we think he is. And if he gets tired of Dennis, he definitely has the strength to walk away from their relationship relatively unscathed.

Summary: Mac was pretty much having fun playing a character (he even wanted his character’s name to be Griffin) and hanging out with Dennis and Dennis was stressed the hell out about Brian Jr.

Question 3: Charlie wanted to have sex? With The Waitress?

Answer 3: Yes. In "Charlie Has Cancer,” Charlie was visibly disappointed when he realized that he missed the chance to possibly have sex with The Waitress. In “Who Pooped the Bed?” a drunk Waitress stated that she would get drunker and bang a random dude and Charlie asked her if it could be him. In "The High School Reunion Part 2: The Gang's Revenge,” when a drunk Waitress told the Gang that she’d bang the next person who talked to her, Charlie opened his mouth and stepped forward, but Schmitty came out of nowhere and The Waitress went home with him.

Summary: I know some people headcanon Charlie as ace and/or sex-repulsed (I personally headcanon him as gray ace) and that’s fine, but Charlie has expressed interest in having sex with The Waitress in the show.

Question 4: Why did the Waitress have sex with Charlie?

Answer 4: Surprisingly, the possibility of that happening was set up in a previous episode. In "Charlie and Dee Find Love,” (which was written by RCG) the Waitress reacted in an arguably jealous manner towards Charlie’s then-girlfriend Ruby (“Who the hell is this, Charlie?!”). Also, at the end of the episode, the Waitress told Charlie that she needed him in her life and that she was thinking about reducing his restraining order. Admittedly, the Waitress’ strange behavior was after Frank accidentally put rat poison in her shampoo (which made her sick) and hit her with his car (which put her in a hospital), so she could have some kind of permanent brain damage.

In the beginning of the show, the Waitress wasn’t attracted to Charlie, but was concerned about his well-being sometimes. (In "The Gang Gives Back,” she tried to help Charlie with his alcoholism) It’s possible that after “Charlie and Dee Find Love,” the Waitress’ view of Charlie started to change. As the years went on, the Waitress’ problems started to get worse and worse, and, like Cricket (her male counterpart), she still found herself continually drawn to the Gang. Even though she still thinks Charlie’s a mess, a part of her might think that he’s all that she has left. (And that might, sadly, be true) And, if Charlie can help her to fulfill her dream of having a baby, maybe things can get better for her.

Something I noticed as well is that the Waitress never said she loved Charlie back. It’s possible that she still doesn’t love Charlie and never will, but sees him simply as a partner that can help her to take care of her child. (Also, in order to get Frank’s money, she needs to be partnered with Charlie)

Question 5: What’s the deal with The Waitress acting the way she did after having sex with Charlie?

Answer 5: We don’t know that much about The Waitress, but we do know that she sometimes does/thinks weird stuff like the rest of the Gang. (In "Mac Bangs Dennis' Mom,” The Waitress slept with Frank, a man she’s not attracted to at all, in an attempt to get back at Dennis because she thought he was cheating on her with older women. In “Charlie and Dee Find Love,” it’s hinted at that The Waitress might be stalking Dennis because she has his phone number even though he changed it. In “The Gang Group Dates,” after years of Dennis’ mistreatment of her, The Waitress was still excited about possibly being Dennis’ girlfriend.) Also, even though she was kind of aggressive towards Charlie, all of her points were valid, some of Charlie’s responses were dumb, and her dislike of Charlie is totally understandable.

Question 6: What’s the deal with Charlie freaking out after finally getting The Waitress’ attention?

Answer 6: Surprisingly, the possibility of that happening was set up in a previous episode. In Season 9’s "Flowers for Charlie,” Frank paid The Waitress to hang out with Charlie because he was getting worried about him after he started taking “intelligence” pills for an experiment. When the Waitress began talking about her life, Charlie immediately started getting annoyed, started hearing a ringing in his head, and had to leave. We found out at the end of the episode that these pills were placebos. Basically, this was a strong hint that Charlie might be in love with the idea of The Waitress, not the actual person. So, even though he has been stalking The Waitress for 15 years, he might not really want to be with the real her. (The fact that he thought of The Waitress’ negative reactions as a “game between them” is another hint, of course)

Also, even though Charlie fantasized about raising multiple children with The Waitress in “The Gang Saves the Day" (which aired before “Flowers for Charlie”), it was still a fantasy. Charlie might fantasize about having a nice house, a wife, and children, but he still likes living in his unfancy and dangerous apartment and doesn’t handle stress well. There are huge conflicts that he doesn’t see.

Also, keep in mind that he came up with the plan only a few hours earlier and he mentioned that he wanted to get The Waitress pregnant so she would be tied to him for life. (clearly no thought about the actual baby and being a father)

So, with Charlie being Charlie and the reality of the situation crashing on him, he is starting to freak out.

Summary: Charlie freaking out is 100% in character.

Question 7: Why was Charlie a butt to Dee after having sex with The Waitress?

Answer 7: Charlie is an idiot and a misogynist, so he projected his issues with women and The Waitress onto Dee. Also, as Charlie mentioned, Dee possibly tried to have sex with him an additional time after “The Gang Misses the Boat” and he didn’t want that to happen again that night. So, overly-stressed and tired Charlie absentmindedly begged Dee not to be a whore numerous times before immediately falling asleep on top of her because even though he has issues with women, he feels comfortable with Dee.

Summary: Charlie and Dee’s relationship in a nutshell.

Question 8: Why did Dennis want to leave the Gang to take care of Brian Jr.?

Answer 8: I get the vibe that this might have been the first time that Dennis actually held Brian Jr. (or he hasn’t held him in a while?). Holding the child made him really understand that he is a living, breathing being he created and not just an obstacle to overcome to get back to his usual life. And then the child knew who he was, which made everything feel even more heavy. This is the first time in Dennis’ life that he’s been responsible for someone other than himself. He knows that if he stays with the Gang, he’ll feel guilty for whatever happens to the child. He’ll feel guilty that the child knew who he was but couldn’t see him. And the fact that the Gang doesn’t comprehend this at all (Mac, for example, excitedly told him “The plan worked!”) pushed him even further away from them and towards his child.

Question 9: Why didn’t the Gang seem to care when Dennis left?

Answer 9: The Gang has a great track record of unusual responses to deaths and departures.

In "Dennis and Dee's Mom Is Dead,” Dennis reacted to his mother’s death by partying/hazing guys in his mom’s house and Dee and Frank seriously considered grave robbing her. In "The Gang Gets a New Member,” Mac and Dennis had no problem kicking Charlie out of the Gang and replacing him with Schmitty. In "The Gang Beats Boggs,” Mac’s only response to a drunk Dennis spontaneously leaving their plane was to write the number of beers he consumed on his forehead. In "The Gang Misses the Boat,” the Gang “broke up,” yet everyone just spent the episode doing their own thing. In "Frank Retires,” the rest of the Gang started cheering and clapping after Frank declared that he would be retiring from the Gang. I could go on and on, but you get the point.

It’s very likely that the rest of the Gang is still in shock/denial about Dennis leaving and they are expecting him to come back soon like everyone always does.

Since the highlight of the night was firing Dennis’ RPG, they decided to not let Dennis’ departure stop them. (It also doubled as a nice, fiery distraction)

As for blowing up the Range Rover? They think Dennis intentionally left it and it’s the perfect target to take out any frustrations they had/have with Dennis. (This is also one of the reasons Mac, who gave Dennis his cherished RPG, is the one blowing up the Range Rover, one of Dennis’ most prized possessions)

When Dennis comes back, they can excitedly tell him that they blew up the Range Rover and it was awesome.

Question 10: Why did Dennis leave the Range Rover?

Answer 10: Dennis wants to take care of his child, which is a good thing, but he is clearly going through a crisis and is not thinking clearly. He mentally/emotionally disconnected himself from the Gang (notice that he said “The bar’s done” and turned off the lights even though the rest of the Gang is still there and can run the bar) and left everything that reminds him of the Gang behind (which explains why the Range Rover is still there). He did not even think about packing, called a taxi, and headed straight to the airport to fly to Mandy and Brian Jr.’s location. This is one of the reasons the ending feels so “off.” It mirrors Dennis’ mindset.

Question 11: Why did Dennis name his child after Brian Lefevre?

Answer 11: This was probably Mandy’s idea and Dennis went along with it because he couldn’t think of anything else. He also probably wasn’t in the right headspace to complain since he wasn’t ready to have a child.

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The Gang confronts Me Too in one of the most explosively funny Sunnys in years

Kaitlin Olson, Charlie Day, Glenn Howerton, Rob McElhenney, Danny DeVitoPhoto: Patrick McElhenney/FXX

“I feel like we should clap.”

Okay, let’s talk about one of the funniest moments in It’s Always Sunny history.

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First a word about spoilers. Hey—don’t read a review unless you’ve seen the thing that’s being reviewed. And, if you do, don’t complain about the review needing to discuss things that would have been great to see without being “spoiled” by you making the inexplicable choice to read a review before seeing the thing being reviewed.

Okay.

It’s Always Sunny In PhiladelphiaSeason 13

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So “Time’s Up For The Gang” sees Mac, Dee, Charlie, Dennis (returning after being MIA last week), and Frank attending a sexual harassment seminar because Paddy’s has been put on an internet “shitty bar list” of Philly establishments hostile to women. The intrepid and unsuspecting moderators (Marypat Farrell and Humphrey Ker), after enduring a barrage of inappropriate, profane, and otherwise point-missing interruptions, separate the Gang for some breakout sessions, perhaps thinking to dilute their charges’ obvious awfulness with a little distance.

That . . . does not work.

The male moderator, Alan, tries out a little roleplaying to address Mac and Dee’s clear lack of comprehension about appropriate workplace behavior. Asking Mac what his function is at Paddy’s elicits Mac’s traditional inflated sense of himself as the bar’s badass peacekeeping resident Swayze, although Dee and Charlie (also in the session) note that he’s just supposed to check IDs, which he doesn’t do. (Continuing the ongoing meta-jokes about Mac’s evolving—or devolving—role, Charlie muses, “He’s just, like, our gay guy now.”) Dee, being Dee, peppers the patiently befuddled Alan with questions about her motivation for playing someone going into a bar (“To get a drink?,” he suggests), settling finally and inexplicably on “revenge.” Alan, to get things rolling, says fine, and then the seemingly simple scene begins.

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Now—and just to prolong the lead-up to the gag for one more delicious moment—one might imagine that one knows where this is going. Dee and Mac are deeply into their roles here, and those roles are informed by the characters’ deep-rooted delusions about how they’re seen and who they are. Dee is a great actress. Mac is the “Sheriff of Paddy’s.” They’re both awful people. The episode, written by Megan Ganz, is about how awful people either deliberately or through societal conditioning turn any discussion of sexual harassment, consent, and rape culture into a boorish, facile intellectual shitshow. So Dee—seen entering the seminar singing a gloating “Time’s Up!” chant at the guys’ being called out in public—will (ineptly) play at being superior, while Mac will say something inappropriate under the guise of trying to score the “points” he thinks Paddy’s needs in order to get off the internet’s shit list.

Instead, Mac greets Dee’s opening line by hoisting Dee fully into the air by her vagina.

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Now, there’s a lot going on here, and all of it works to produce the biggest out-loud laugh I’ve gotten from a TV show in a long time. There’s the way in which Mac’s action echoes a phrase Donald Trump cemented into the American lexicon and elevates it (along with Dee) to shocking, absurdist heights. There’s the execution of the gag, which would have fallen flat if it didn’t look so seamlessly, impossibly actual. There’s the joke of Mac’s ridiculously buff new body, yet another physical transformation whose obvious offscreen effort on the part of Rob McElhenney is tossed off along with the Gang’s perpetual dismissal of Mac. There’s Dee’s awestruck reaction to Alan’s horrified assessment about Mac’s grab being designed to make Dee feel small, where she marvels, “It made me feel tiny, like Thumbelina!” There’s the abruptness, seizing the joke (and Dee) before we have a chance to imagine what’s coming.

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And the thing is, that’s only the first great, lunatic surprise of “Time’s Up For The Gang,” as, in yet another classic example of Dennis Reynolds’ meticulous hyper-masculine madness, it’s finally revealed that the entire exercise—involving two professional moderators, a viral awareness campaign, a Bond villain-worthy PowerPoint presentation, and dozens of Philadelphia business owners dragged to the Hyatt—is all Dennis’ doing. Throughout the episode, we see each member of the Gang but Dennis having their own particular sexual creepiness brought out into the open, leaving them each, in turn, suddenly drenched in panic-sweat. Frank (who returns from a hasty call to his lawyer in a dry, inadequately belted bathrobe) has a long history of hiring attractive women, sleeping with them, and then promoting them to shut them up. (“It’s a win-win,” he protests, “Except for the wives.”) Mac’s embrace of his long-repressed homosexuality has left him finally expressing his lust for Dennis and other men in very unwanted handsiness. Charlie’s fifteen years of stalking the Waitress is thoroughly deconstructed by Dennis, not as the actions of a “hopeless romantic” that Charlie would have it be, but as those of “a sad, pathetic wretch of a man so desperate to be loved that [he’ll] actually go rifling through somebody’s garbage.” And Dee, it’s revealed, isn’t as off the hook as her head-nodding female smugness would have her be, since Charlie explains that their one sexual encounter had enough distressing consent issues to lead him to think of it as “molestation.” (Charlie’s still in deep denial about Uncle Jack, though, The Nightman Cometh notwithstanding.)

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Delivered with the maniacal precision of a supervillain, Dennis’ unveiling of his complex scheme is the culmination of the episode’s smartly subversive dissection of the issue at hand. I’ve said it before, but looking to Sunny for social commentary is a tricky proposition. For every feint toward flat-out pronouncements on cultural issues (gun control, abortion, racism, ableism, homophobia), It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia is, at its tarry black heart, a character study of human weakness. The Gang forms five points of the same Vonnegut-esque cartoon anus in their various embodiments of the bottom-scraping worst in all of us. So here, while there are passing shots at mens’ rights talking points and male panic about the Me Too movement (“I don’t know if you noticed but women are on a little bit of a rampage right now and anyone could be taken down at any moment,” lectures Dennis), the episode functions most eloquently in its takedown of the base self-interest that drags man-woman interactions down to the Philly mud. We don’t need Sunny to come out and say rape culture is insidious, that men have serious issues when it comes to women, and that Mac’s idea of the cosy coolness of “locker room talk” is self-justifying misogyny, because Sunny—for all its gleeful and skillful comic scandalousness—operates on the principle that basic human decency is a good thing.

But the Gang is us at our venal, cruel, human decency-eschewing worst. So when Frank’s old school, underling-banging behavior is aired out, or when Mac perks up when female moderator Kate gives way to Alan (“Oh, here comes the boss man.”), or when Charlie’s squirmy obsessions are shown to stem from incel-style male entitlement, or when Dee gloats while ignoring her own abuse of sexual power dynamics, their sweat-soaked comeuppance indicts the “just saying what everybody’s thinking” crowd without itself breaking a sweat. (Dennis’s presentation also trots out the whole “women only report ugly harassers” argument as part of his mission to include every rape-apologist cliché.) That’s what Sunny does at its best.

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As for Dennis—the Gang member most in need of this particular moral correction—the fact that he engineered the whole enterprise as part of his ongoing campaign to skirt the law while continuing to indulge his truly unsettling fetish for questionable consent play is a masterstroke worthy of the evil genius he is at such moments. When the rest of the Gang, outed by Dennis’ plan, object that Dennis has “Dennis-ed” more women than any of them, Dennis’ smug response comes wrapped in his layers of self-insulating preparation. As his culminating presentation goes on, Dennis reveals that he—unlike the rest of the Gang—keeps his life “tight,” complete with congratulatory and legally binding exonerating texts from his conquests. “Their phones did,” responds Dennis to objections that no woman would write a sexual partner that “I am saying YES to everything that happened last night,” Glenn Howerton expertly switching off whatever light exists behind Dennis Reynolds’ eyes. When Kate, informed that her well-intentioned expertise was merely a part of Dennis’ ploy to preemptively solidify alibis for his life of deception and abuse, shouts “You’re a monster,” Dennis Reynolds, tossing the PowerPoint remote aside in triumph, fixes her with a snakelike gaze and says, “Prove it.” It’s chilling, it’s masterful, and, as Charlie—anticipating the response of those all too willing to latch onto any powerful man’s excuses for accusations of sexual misconduct—puts it, “I gotta be honest, I didn’t follow most of it, but so cool, man.”

Stray observations

Frank to his lawyer, after his robe pops open in front of Kate: “How soon can you get to the Hyatt? My dong fell out.”

Mac defends his obsession with scoring points, rebutting, “Everything is graded by points, otherwise, how did the Eagles win the Super Bowl?”

Dennis’ intimate knowledge of pending statute of limitations laws and legal definitions of consent and harassment (he even knows who Carmita Wood is) recall nothing so much as how the manager of Alec Baldwin’s jailbait-chasing movie star in State And Main keeps a copy of statutory rape precedent in his car.

Another huge director-crafted laugh: After Alan rightly defines what Mac just did as actual sexual assault, Mac looks to Charlie for backup, only to see Charlie’s empty seat and the closing conference room door. Well done, Kat Coiro.

Dee uses Me Too paranoia to clear all of the men out of the buffet line.

Illustrating his “ugly men don’t get accused of harassment” point, Dennis flashes a picture of Cricket, punctuating the truly horrifying evidence of the Gang’s decades of abuse on the poor guy’s face by assuring his audience, “He was born this way.”

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