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reasonsforhope · 1 month

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"For the first time in almost 60 years, a state has formally overturned a so-called “right to work” law, clearing the way for workers to organize new union locals, collectively bargain, and make their voices heard at election time.

This week, Michigan finalized the process of eliminating a decade-old “right to work” law, which began with the shift in control of the state legislature from anti-union Republicans to pro-union Democrats following the 2022 election. “This moment has been decades in the making,” declared Michigan AFL-CIO President Ron Bieber. “By standing up and taking their power back, at the ballot box and in the workplace, workers have made it clear Michigan is and always will be the beating heart of the modern American labor movement.”

[Note: The article doesn't actually explain it, so anyway, "right to work" laws are powerful and deceptively named pieces of anti-union legislation. What right to work laws do is ban "union shops," or companies where every worker that benefits from a union is required to pay dues to the union. Right-to-work laws really undermine the leverage and especially the funding of unions, by letting non-union members receive most of the benefits of a union without helping sustain them. Sources: x, x, x, x]

In addition to formally scrapping the anti-labor law on Tuesday [February 13, 2024], Michigan also restored prevailing-wage protections for construction workers, expanded collective bargaining rights for public school employees, and restored organizing rights for graduate student research assistants at the state’s public colleges and universities. But even amid all of these wins for labor, it was the overturning of the “right to work” law that caught the attention of unions nationwide...

Now, the tide has begun to turn—beginning in a state with a rich labor history. And that’s got the attention of union activists and working-class people nationwide...

At a time when the labor movement is showing renewed vigor—and notching a string of high-profile victories, including last year’s successful strike by the United Auto Workers union against the Big Three carmakers, the historic UPS contract victory by the Teamsters, the SAG-AFTRA strike win in a struggle over abuses of AI technology in particular and the future of work in general, and the explosion of grassroots union organizing at workplaces across the country—the overturning of Michigan’s “right to work” law and the implementation of a sweeping pro-union agenda provides tangible evidence of how much has changed in recent years for workers and their unions...

By the mid-2010s, 27 states had “right to work” laws on the books.

But then, as a new generation of workers embraced “Fight for 15” organizing to raise wages, and campaigns to sign up workers at Starbucks and Amazon began to take off, the corporate-sponsored crusade to enact “right to work” measures stalled. New Hampshire’s legislature blocked a proposed “right to work” law in 2017 (and again in 2021), despite the fact that the measure was promoted by Republican Governor Chris Sununu. And in 2018, Missouri voters rejected a “right to work” referendum by a 67-33 margin.

Preventing anti-union legislation from being enacted and implemented is one thing, however. Actually overturning an existing law is something else altogether.

But that’s what happened in Michigan after 2022 voting saw the reelection of Governor Gretchen Whitmer, a labor ally, and—thanks to the overturning of gerrymandered legislative district maps that had favored the GOP—the election of Democratic majorities in the state House and state Senate. For the first time in four decades, the Democrats controlled all the major levers of power in Michigan, and they used them to implement a sweeping pro-labor agenda. That was a significant shift for Michigan, to be sure. But it was also an indication of what could be done in other states across the Great Lakes region, and nationwide.

“Michigan Democrats took full control of the state government for the first time in 40 years. They used that power to repeal the state’s ‘right to work’ law,” explained a delighted former US secretary of labor Robert Reich, who added, “This is why we have to show up for our state and local elections.”"

-via The Nation, February 16, 2024

#michigan #united states #us politics #labor #labor rights #labor unions #capitalism #unions #unionize #gretchen whitmer #democrats #voting matters #right to work #pro union #workers #workers rights #good news #hope

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eph-em-era · 7 months

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well all i can say about HBO's anti-union message in that bts video is that AS A KIWI ACTOR/STAGE/SCREEN INDUSTRY WORKER who isn't being strongarmed by a corporation into saying shit that they agree with

the hobbit laws suck. peter jackson is universally despised. what that man did with warner brothers and the national government to make our laws worse for workers so he could film his bad films here in the late 00s is akin to several crimes.

we WANT union protection! we WANT to be able to strike! i'm a member on the Equity NZ (union akin to SAG-AFTRA) committee for Wellington and the amount of work that's going on behind the scenes at the moment to claw back worker protections from our fucked up local laws is immense.

most of us aren't allowed to strike. most people working at wētā (the big screen production house), as well as on most screen/stage jobs are employed as contractors, so they're taxed exorbitantly, have no sick leave, have no holidays, have minimal protection from harassment or being taken advantage of.

long hours? being burned out? that's the kiwi way of living in the screen/stage industry and it SHOULD NOT be celebrated.

The Screen Industry Workers Act of 2022 has fixed some of that but there's still so much to go. yknow how SAG-AFTRA is fighting over residuals? here, we don't even know her.

i know all this personally and intimately.

i was taxed 39% on my contractor income last year.

only now that i'm a salaried worker can i afford to get my teeth fixed.

i had to get a legal action from a lawyer from ANOTHER UNION to get paid for one of my contracts in 2021 because the production team didn't like how i spoke up about their lax health and safety rules (this was a contract I was nominated for one of the most prestigious awards in the country for my work on, fyi)

sexual harassment is rife. what support is there? basically none. we hope it comes out in the media, or it doesn't change and there's nothing we can do cause we'll get sued into oblivion.

ive worked multiple 12+ hour days with only a tiny break in the middle or none at all. friends of mine have done 10-16 hour night shoots.

i've burned myself out multiple times in five years of professional practise cause that's the expected thing. that's what you do. if you're not working at 150% the entire time then you're a bad arts industry employee.

in conclusion, fuck off with your anti-union message, fuck you for utilising our weak-ass laws and HBO i'm in your walls

if you're in the US, support the Entertainment Community Fund! if you're a screen/stage worker in NZ, join Equity!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #unions #workers rights #peter jackson

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romaary · 1 year

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Mahershala Ali’s Best Looks

Part 2

1. At the 2019 Oscar Nominees Luncheon

2. Wearing Christian Louboutin at the 2019 AFI Awards Luncheon

3. Wearing Ermenegildo Zegna at the 2019 SAG Awards

4. At the 2019 AFI Awards

5. Wearing Louis Vuitton at the 2021 AFI Fest

6. Wearing Ermenegildo Zegna at the 2019 Oscars

7. Wearing Dior at the 2016 National Board of Review

8. Wearing Tom Ford at the 2019 BAFTAs

#1RomaRY #Mahershala Ali #2019 Oscar Nominees Luncheon #Christian Louboutin #2019 AFI Awards Luncheon #Ermenegildo Zegna #2019 SAG Awards #2019 AFI Awards #Louis Vuitton #2021 AFI Fest #2019 Oscars #Dior #2016 National Board of Review #Tom Ford #2019 BAFTAs

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months

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Your Casanova

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're the team's jet pilot who always looks forward to spending time with Spencer Reid. His love for you is unconditional.

Square Filled: jet pilot (2021) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You’re in the middle of doing your checklist when Spencer walks onto the jet. He looks to the cockpit and sees you there doing your thing. A bright smile etches on his face, and he steps aside to let his coworkers past him so he can talk to you.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Spencer!” you grin and look at him. “I’m glad you’re here. How has your week been?”

“I finished ten more books. I would have finished more, but I was a bit busy playing chess at the park with the other kids. I also went to the local library and participated in the local science fair. The kids had good ideas but I helped them hone their craft.”

“Sounds like you had it good.”

“It would have been better with you by my side.”

That makes your cheeks heat to which your copilot smirks. You nudge her leg to get her to shut up. She knows of the little crush you have on Spencer ever since meeting him a few years ago. Hearing about his week makes your day tenfold. You’re the main pilot for the BAU for both A and B Teams. A Team is by far your favorite team because it’s the team Spencer’s on.

While you have to focus on flying, there are times when you can take a small break and let your copilot take the reigns. You and Spencer always have something to talk about no matter the subject because as much as it makes your day to hear about his, it makes his day to hear about yours.

However, it’s not always sunshine and rainbows as Penelope likes to put it. Spencer will be one way when you pick him up at the airport but be another way when you get to take him home. The stress of the case will weigh heavily on his shoulders, so you like to do the little things to help him feel better even if you don’t think they’ll help.

Spencer walks onto the plane after the grueling case you took him to, and you notice how his shoulders sag a bit.

“You got this, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll finish the checklist.”

You leave the cockpit and join Spencer’s side in the small kitchen where he’s making himself some coffee.

“Hey, sunshine,” you say to him.

“Hey,” he says and gives you a half-smile.

“I’m not gonna pretend to know what you’re going through, but I think under the circumstances, you’re doing a good job. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Derek smirks when he hears you subtly flirt with him, which Spencer doesn’t pick up on.

“Thanks,” Spencer smiles.

You get back to the cockpit to get ready for take-off. This flight isn’t as long as some of the others so sPencer decides to spend it taking a nap. When the plane lands, you allow the agents to get off first before you and your copilot do. Spencer and Derek are quietly arguing about something as you pass by them, and then you feel someone crash into your back.

“I am so sorry,” Spencer chuckles nervously.

“That’s okay. Did you need something?”

Spencer looks back at Derek who gives him an encouraging nod.

“Would you like to go out with me on Friday? I know a great Indian place.”

“I love Indian food,” you grin.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Um, here is my number.”

He fumbles with his FBI card that has his personal number on there.

“Great. I’ll call you,” you grin and walk off.

As they say, the rest is history. You and Spencer have been in a loving and stable relationship for a year now, and you fall in love with him every single day. You’re piloting for B Team this week, so Spencer planned something special for you when you return. You told him the date and time at which you would be touching down, and he told you he’d been waiting for you at the pickup area.

When you land, you rush to get your things so you can see Spencer sooner. You step into the pickup area and frown when you don’t see your tall boyfriend. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic or trying to find parking. You wait five minutes and grow concerned. He’s never late.

The irrational part of your brain thinks he’s cheating or that he doesn’t love you anymore even though you absolutely know he’d never hurt you like that. You look at the time when you hear two security guards laughing to your right. They’re looking at someone lying on the bench next to them, and when you walk closer, you see it’s Spencer. He’s so tired that he fell asleep waiting for you on the bench with flowers in his hands.

“Man, I bet he’s whipped,” one of them chuckles as they walk past him.

You walk over to him with a smile on your face and put a hand on his cheek gently.

“Spencer, baby?”

He jumps awake at your touch and looks up at you apologetically.

“Sorry, I fell asleep.”

He hands you the flowers that are slightly squished from his body.

“They’re beautiful,” you chuckle and lean down to kiss him. “Come on, Casanova. Let’s go home and fall asleep to Disney movies.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he grins.

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ladyverdance · 5 months

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I'm a tailor. I can fix, but I can also modify. I'm almost as rare as you, though I'd hardly say saving the Queen from sagging tits makes me as important as you. Important to the Queen, of course, and she does not like to see cracks in her porcelain.

Daisy Head as Genya Safin Shadow and Bone - Season 1, Episode 3 (2021), dir. Dan Liu

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #sabedit #shadowandboneedit #genya safin #genyasafinedit #userbecca #userburn #userlolo #userdaph #userelenagilbert #userbbelcher #chewieblog #.myworks #.mygifs

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2kmps · 6 months

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BED-REST IS BEST

howl pendragon x sick!reader | 2.1k

synopsis; while sophie and michael are away fetching you bone broth for your illness, howl decides to pay you a visit.

story warnings; sick!reader, howl is a pompous turd, book!howl-coded, interrupted kiss, roughly proofread, posted 2021.

Sophie supposed the malady came on the winds of spring, carrying with it all manner of sickness, unpleasantness, and turbid air just the thinnest tinge of green from particles of pollen. She herself felt the effects of the great thaw, the budding tulips of richest hue, and the haze that drew over head like a personal cloud of suffering all her own.

Of course, Old Sophie had a way of dramatizing, meanwhile simultaneously catastrophizing stuff, so you knew to listen to her words loosely, with a solemn nod that you also shared similarly in those feelings. To a lesser degree than her, you were already aware your forced bed-rest could be attributed to allergies.

Or, something else you considered, it could have been the number of sputtering children who yet not knew to duck their faces in a tissue or their arms; it could have been the last embrace you shared with your sickly aunt. It could have been so many things that you had to press the pads of your fingers into your temples to subdue the stab of a headache building beneath them.

“Michael and I are going to Market Square to get supplies and bone broth. That’ll whip you into shape in no time.” Sophie anchored her fists against the bulky layers of her skirt, nearly losing them from how deeply they sunk. “Don’t you dare think about moving until we get back, hear me?”

“What about customers?” you couldn’t say you were disappointed by her firm demand, though all the same it made you restless. Even in times where illness or injury got you down, rest eluded you like fine sand slithering through crevices in your fingers. “Howl went off and blew half our income on that- that, damn, what was it? Some kind of enchanted flute? The more customers we serve, the more we can stash away.”

Sophie’s nostrils widened while her shoulders sagged forward with her breath. Her eyes lost their hardness, ebbing into something far warmer, motherly, almost. As you shifted anxiously beneath the covers, she came back around and began tucking them under your body once again, sure to secure you tighter than before. In fact, you were so caught, so much in your cocoon that you only saw the gray ball of wadded hair pinned atop her head bounce as she rounded you.

“Just stay down you worrywart,” she sighed, heels tapping the floorboards in a collected gait. At your head, she was careful to fluff the feathers in your pillow. “Between us, I’ve been putting a bit aside here and there. Just enough so he can't go buy another one of those enchanted suits. I’d like to know the dealer he’s getting them from and have a word with them myself.”

Your lips curled up at the mention and, honestly, you believed she actually would. “Where is Howl, anyway? I thought he was around.”

“Good grief, I almost wish he wasn’t. He’s been banging around in his room for hours now.” Old Sophie threw her hand towards the adjacent wall, upper lip curling as she continued, “says a lot that you haven’t heard a lick of it.”

That was enough to get you to concede to her obstinacy, letting the weight of your head- suddenly a strain on your neck- fully rest atop of the pillow she had fixed. The more she talked about you needing to stay in bed, drink bone broth and saltines, the more you felt the lead in your limbs rooting you to the mattress and the world floating around you when you closed your eyes.

It was any guess to you when it was the moment Sophie slipped out of your room with that hobbled gait of hers. You had been vaguely aware of her giving your cushion a bit more lusciousness, and then warmth of her palm covering the space of your forehead, giving a fretful tongue click. Behind your heavy eyelids, your eyes floated after her tiny footfalls, but that at once made your bed feel like a boat crashing through cresting waves.

So, you finally resigned to your fate of her and Michael’s care, finally let the stone in your bones meld you into the bed like beige boulders sinking further into the earth and undergrowth with coming centuries.

The silence that surrounded you was enthralling, probably the only true amount of peace you had had in a long time, considering your days were often brimmed with mediating Sophie and Howl’s explosiveness, meanwhile, still cooking up meager spells and manning the business with Michael.

In your weariness and delirium, a thought crossed your mind in a drawl: what about Calcifer, did he need more wood? You anticipated his voice bursting out soon, imploring attention in any number of ways. What of the front door? You expected a knock to come soon, and then another, and another, and perhaps a dozen more. That was money well needed.

What of Sophie? Your thoughts continued. Would she need you to help with scrubbing the floors? Maybe she wanted to give you a knitting lesson later, or expand on her tutelage of weaving hats.

Oh, and Howl—

God, how could you forget Howl? The man felt like a job all on its own.

Surely he intended to go out again and woo many of the loveliest in Market Chipping, or hell, maybe he’d move the castle somewhere else for the night to do that. You expected him to hunt you down, throw open your door, barge through the threshold with his hair aflutter and eagerness in his eyes—where did you and Miss Nose stash his suits? His guitar wasn’t where he left it, where was it? Neither of you meddled with the charm over his door, right?

As it turned out, you mumbled in your sleep, or at least in your discombobulated state. Your head rustled the feather pillow, lolling to one side and then the other as sweat prickled your forehead in cold beads. Behind your eyelids, Sophie’s nimble and darkly spotted hands worked on a suit, meanwhile Michael was ran ragged around the castle to try to fulfill orders, Calcifer bellowed for attention and eggs and bacon, and Howl’s hair whipped up in the breeze as he spun round and round with another lovely.

Your entire face twitched when a large hand smoothed across the top of your head, a damp weight of something laid spread across your forward, unpleasant and clammy unlike Sophie’s warm hand. “Hey. Don’t take the newt from the shelf, it’ll get on the floor.”

Howl gave a bemused smile that took a while to dissipate. You continued to babble incoherently here and there about things that didn't matter while the peaks of his knuckles simply rocked across your temple and cheek.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I pray that Sophie has made herself useful instead of sticking her nose in on us again.” He said with lightness in voice, peering across his shoulder towards the bolted doorway to be sure. “Good. She seems to think I only make you worse in these states. I would never.”

You were sure you were hearing his voice at this point, rousing you from the cluster in your head until your eyes fixed with his, wonderful and marble-like. They were softer than usual, glittering like the sea when the sun hung highest, making the water like a trove of dazzling treasure.

“Your eyes are amazing, Howell.” You whispered hoarsely, swallowing through the desert in your throat. “I don’t notice them enough.”

His smile took on something brighter, almost as though delighted you took notice of something that menial. “I would agree with you there! You can look as long as you’d like. Tell me more about it.”

“I think about us sometimes, Howell.” It was a strange feeling right now, the words you spoke were the first to float forward in your mind. You knew you were speaking garbled silliness, still you didn’t think better of it. “I remember college together, before we came to Ingary. I remember how you used to look before you… started doing the enchantment stuff. I feel like I’ve forgotten you.”

The lines in his lips were significantly deeper as they pulled down, his hand halted against your skin. It was either the thought that you felt such a disconnect from him, or the reminiscence of who he once was that brought the sullen look of his on. No longer was there a glitter of childish joy, but rather of anxiety, of concern.

“Nonsense. You’re talking nonsense just like Sophie and Calcifer.” He moved closer to you on the bed, rolling your arm from its spot as the mattress bent. Next, the pillow cradling your head flattened, his hands cuffed into the thick fabric as he leaned across you, your eyes only able to see him. “I… I’m still here. I have not left you, I wouldn’t entertain the thought. Didn’t I tell you that wherever I’d go from here on out, you would have to be right with me?”

You only wished he’d tell you such things in every other state of being, instead of during the peak of being bedridden. “I want to believe you, but in this world I am as ordinary as the hat makers and bakers. I’m replaceable. I wonder if that will happen one day.”

Noticeably distraught from the creases deepening around the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flitting wildly around your face as though in panic. He came down onto his elbows, caging you below him as his fear neared, his hot breath inches away.

“What makes you think I could ever replace you? Has someone put that bull into your head? Was it Calcifer—the pest? Was it a panderer we met the other day?” Now that he was so close to you, his voice had lowered and it rumbled. “Or, are you so sleep deprived, so loopy that you’re finally now telling me your heart?”

“Does it matter what I confess to you now?” you asked, pushing your head deeper into the feathers and farther from him. As you turned your face away, he shifted to gently coax your chin forward with the daintiest touch of his fingertips. “I would be alone in that venture. In a matter of five, six, ten years—I’ll have all the age and lines you hate. I’m sure I’ll shrink even more.”

“You do realize we have someone in our house who already looks like that.” He said this jokingly, of course, but even in your fever, your hand shot up to pinch his arm. “H–Hey, stop! Furthermore, you’re making up stuff, who would be to say you’d be alone with your heart?”

The explanation to that was obvious, considering the whole business with Calcifer and the Witch, but you didn’t want to think about it. In fact, at any opportunity to steer your mind away from that debacle, you found it.

Once again, you tried to look away from him—both sleep was beginning to weigh on your bones more than what you imagine Howl would if he were to collapse, and away from the furor gleaming in his eyes. And once again, he pulled you back towards him.

“Sick as you are, I’d like to prove it to you.” It was an unusual thing to hear from him considering all his caution with appearance and health. You wondered if he was desperate to alleviate your distrust. “Why are you looking at me like that? Close your eyes—yeah, I would rather not risk your germs, but some things can’t be helped.”

You weren’t sure if your eyes slid shut from gravity, or from some sort of internal desire for him to do this. Either way, his hand returned adjacent to the other near your hair, tugging slightly at the strands and his breath came so close you felt it tremble against your lips.

And then, all at once, his breath snagged in his throat as the door was thrown open, bouncing off the wall with such force it vibrated. In waddled Old Sophie, arms conveniently free of anything other than an old wood broom with long, spidery bristles that she held aloft across her shoulder, eyes blazing and the most malicious you had ever seen them.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with this dog! This cretin, vile imbecile! This complete, utterly hopeless dolt!” She screeched, the layers of her dress billowed behind her as she started into the room as fast as her creaky old limbs could. “Get out, get out, get out! Away with you, you absolute user! Away! Away! Away! Begone!”

Howl yelped in surprise as the tiny old lady swung the broom with enough ferocity for you to feel the air gush and whoosh around you.

“You demented old coot! Swinging brooms and the like around, are you completely classless?!” he propelled himself upright, expertly ducking her onslaught until he was well out the door into the hall. “I won't forget this!”

As luck would have it, their bickering continued on even once they were out of the room, even fifteen minutes later when Michael weaseled through the threshold with your bone broth and bolted the door behind him.

divider by @/anlian-aishang

reposted from my deleted blog officiallytheduchess/cardeneiv

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flashbangstars · 2 months

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Monday Miscommunications N.J.M

Pairing. Jaemin x Female reader 18+ wc: 2021

Summary. I really liked writing the roommate series so I decided to try and write a extended/expand upon the original post. Basically you are Jaemin's roommate and you two and he's insufferable and sexy. brain rot from domestic roommate Jaemin.

Genre. Suggestive, ready and Jaemin get a bit hot and heavy... in a video game chair. fluff/suggestive

Warnings: mentions of violence in a joking manner, suggestive

I went a little haywire with the elipses in this so ignore that.

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You two were about 7 months deep and you swear you got more confused with him the more time you spent together. Given the fact he lived next door to you all last year, it was confusing that he was the same person who would greet you in the morning.

Things were weirdly coming to a peak as of late, He had been extremely touchy MORE than usual, and was spending way more time in the apartment than he usually would. He now opted for his friends to come over instead of him going to them, and he was now making an effort to introduce you to them when they were over . This afternoon was no different.

You opened the door to the apartment and dropped the keys into the bowl. Feet dragging, eyes sagging today fucking sucked. You had dropped your phone the screen had shattered and your computer died during a three-hour lecture… 45 minutes in, you needed either alcohol or for someone to take you out of your misery at this point.

Standing in the kitchen you rested your head on the counter and closed your eyes. The cold surface pressed against your forehead and the heating in the apartment lowly humming. You needed to eat something and then pass out.

The door opened and you heard a second set of keys being dropped into the bowl. Lifting your head from the counter and turning, there was Jaemin walking in, kitten sweats and bucket hat in all their glory.

“Hey! Oh!..you look like shit,” he said with that pretty smile and pretty teeth.. bastard.

“Fuck you” you mutter dropping your head back to the counter. You hear his bag drop to the floor and his shoes get kicked off to the side, the Converse with the backs of them folded in because for some reason he doesn’t like to put his shoes on.

His socked feet pad across the wood floor and stop next to you in the kitchen, you watch as his feet inch closer to you and then you feel an arm lay across your back, and then a hand settle on your waist.

“I’m sorry baby, did something happen today?” Jaemin coos in a higher-pitched-up voice. Despite the day being so unbelievably shitty, the only thing you were able to think about was; the multiple bright red flags going off as to what just happened in this right here kitchen.

His hand was burning fucking hot on your side (not really you’re just insane!) and the proximity was something that wasn’t normally common for your dynamic, was he a freak? Yes! But this was a bit much. You didn’t know whether the right thing to do was to now stand up, or to stay in this position because you were tired, and a little coddling never hurt anyone. You decided with the first because you're a grown-ass woman who didn’t need any man and you stood up and blinked a couple of times refusing to turn to face Jaemin.

Now standing though, the closeness of you two was a lot more apparent, his hip was touching yours and his hand stayed behind you. He tilted his head in front of you to catch your eyesight and asked again if you were okay.

“I’m fine today was just a lot, I just need it to be over haha” Did you just verbALLY say HAHA?

Turning around so your butt pressed against the edge of the counter you started rubbing your hands on your face out of exasperation. Missing the movement from your side. Opening your eyes to Jaemin having moved to be standing right in front of you with both hands on the counter behind you.

Oh honey, what is this!?

He stared this time into your eyes and you could feel the slight blush coming up from your neck and you forced yourself to make eye contact with him. “Well if you need anything please let me know, I’m sorry you had such a bad day,” he said in a grossly endearing tone (you thought that shit was hot) and then stood up, patted your hip, and walked to his room. He is so mistaken if he thinks you won’t get on your knees in this damn kitchen! Jesus Christ DECORum!

Now you weren’t even upset about your day, you were upset about whatever the fuck that was. Jaemin and you had known each other for 2 years now and you had never gotten the vibe he wanted to fuck you? But this now domesticity and nurturing agenda he had was fucking with your head and your vagina. Who just casually acts like that? OUT OF NO WHERE?? You stood in the kitchen, and then consequently decided to not stand on business. Marching your way down the hallway to Jaemin’s room Opening the door, Jaemin was sat at his Gamer ass desk set up. Upon hearing you enter the chair swiveled around, and Jaemin smiled widely seeing you.

“Hi sweetheart, what do you need?” He asked uncrossing his legs. Sweetheart?!?? You walked closer and stood crossing your arms “Can you explain what happened in the kitchen just now?” You huffed leaning in and pushing your index finger into his chest disapprovingly. His eyes searched yours and then morphed into a devious look. Before you could lean back both of his arms shot out, grabbing your waist. Spinning you and placing you back down in his lap. HUHHHHH???

“I was just making sure you were okay! It makes me feel terrible when you look so upset. If you want something to do, I’m setting up my online calendar and you can just sit here and look pretty while I do so!” he said in a sweet but fast voice, not letting you get a single word in, He spun the chair again and pushed you both into the desk.

You felt the redness creeping up your neck, and your face was burning hot. I think… I think he’s going insane… that is the only answer to this. Using your brute woman strength, you put your arms out and pushed both away from the desk.

Not yet leaving his lap due to the one arm swung around your waist (and also like it was comfy, sue me!). You angle your head and slowly turn to face him.

“Did you hit your fucking head or something, cause what the fuck is this?” you say grabbing his wrist off your waist. You say a little bit more annoyed this time. Jaemin’s demeanor faltered for a split second, his eyebrows falling into a pout for a millisecond, but returning to the very toothy smile Inching closer to your face “Well a little birdie told me that you had been talking about your hot roommate, and how never would think he would go after someone like you” Jaemin taunted a bit, his voice lilting towards the end of the sentence in a faux pout.

Suddenly like That’s So Raven it all hit you, the conversation you had with Jisung on the bus about your little crush on Jaemin was replaying on loudspeakers in the theater of your mind. You had mentioned how you found Jaemin very attractive but could never see him going for someone like you due to his track record.

Determined to not lose to Jaemin in whatever battle of strength this was, you relaxed a bit “Oh well now I have to kill Jisung I guess” you said keeping eye contact with Jaemin. Despite your efforts to come out victorious, folding immediately as a hand comes up and brushes your hair behind your ear making you tense up again.

“And you didn’t even try to deny it,” he said with a smug look. …. Well damn.

“ Wish you would’ve said something, do you know how hard it is to live with someone like you? Smart, Pretty, determined to be oblivious to every single move I try to make” Now you two were an inch away from each other's face

“I…am not… oblivious,” you say your voice raised a bit above a whisper in protest of his claims on your character. Your hands were probably shaking now, and in any minute You think you were going to explode probably if this continued for I don’t know, maybe 5 seconds more.

“Yes, you are. You know people ask if we are dating? Jeno and Jisung have been making fun of me because no matter how hard I’ve tried to get you to notice, you just don’t, But now I get home and treat you extra nice, and all of sudden you are sitting in my lap so what am I suppose to think?” Jaemin said lowly his voice rasping from beside you, but to you, it sounded like he was screaming straight into your clit. Your awareness of your position in his lap feels like a bucket of ice water.

Staring at him you tried to collect your thoughts as to what would be your next move. On one hand, you could engage with the enemy and follow through with the sinful acts he is proposing. Or you could stand up and walk away and laugh about this whole thing tomorrow!

But like… what fun would that be?

Mustering up the strength, you relaxed a bit into his hold and let your weight rest against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,” you said shrugging. Jaemin tightened his hold once he felt you relax and his fingers were now pressing into the soft flesh of your side, slipping under the fabric of your t-shirt.

“It's alright, I think we both are on the same page now, am I right princess?” Tilting his head so now you two were dangerously close to each other. Leaning in extending his eye contact to almost asking for permission, you nodded.

Jaemin pressed his lips against yours softly and his grip around you tightened even more, one of his hands moving up to tilt your chin to give him more access, parting your lips and deepening the kiss, silently thanking god you had had a piece of gum in before you got home. Your hands go up to press against his chest. His hand on your side moved up and now creeping along the hem of your bra, teasing the strap your t-shirt now shoved above your bra.

He got more intense with his movements, and you felt the arm of his desk chair pressing into the middle of your back reminding you of the situation you were in. Pushing against his chest and separating you two from each other before he succeeded in devouring you.

“It is 3 pm…. On a Monday… hold on” you said between breaths. “And…?” He asked with his annoying pretty smile.

“I need a second…” Staring blankly at you as if expecting something Jaemin didn’t move “I like you…I promise..I just need to go uh… send Jisung a death threat and maybe a thank you card and go and scream into my pillow, then we can continue this..on the bed.. hopefully,” you promise nodding your head surely at the end of your sentence.

Standing up and straightening out your pants… and… pulling your shirt back down over your boobs. You bowed a bit and left his room. WHY DID YOU BOW? You heard a soft laugh come from the same video game chair you had just been almost fucked on and didn’t dare to turn around again. Going straight down the hallway to your room.

Thank you for reading! if you guys are interested in more of these from the roommate series pls let me know!

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