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samcrobae · 4 years ago

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Off Limits, 3

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Some EZ FILTH BABY, 😈 this is also not proof read. Hope you like it!

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You were watching Jersey Shore reruns when there was a knock at your door. You had on biker shorts and an oversized shirt. You opened the door and EZ was on the other end of it holding up a bottle of Tequila. “Well I never thought I’d see the day Ezekiel Reyes takes a drink of anything!” You joke and move to the side motioning for him to come in.

“Yeah well I’m a free man for the next 3 days thanks to you.” He sets the bottle down on the kitchen counter and turns to find you pouring a glass of your favorite wine. He comes up from behind you and pushed your hair to one side before letting his lips find your neck and presses his lips against it in rough and sloppy kisses, and you feel your knees go weak. “Wait. After this episode. It’s the one where snooki and Jenny type up the note to sammi to tell her about Ron.”

EZ makes himself a drink and sits on the couch with you. He listens as you recite the scene word for word. “Wait you’ve already seen this? Why are we watching this?” You look at him confused, “ummmm because this is an iconic episode in the jersey shore series. Seriously where you been?” He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink “I don’t know, prison.”

You down now at your hands, “sorry, I forgot. Why’d you go to prison?” You shift positions now, both feet on the couch, knees bent toward him. “It’s okay, um long story short? I shot a cop.” He waits for you to react, to close off from him, but you didn’t even blink an eye. He went into detail of that night and you listened. Validating his thoughts, emotions, his anger and his guilt.

You had sat and talked and drank for about 4 hours before looking at your phone, “Damn it’s 2 in the morning.... you’re not driving home right?”

He looked at you and then at his empty glass, “I mean I was planning on going home but I’m pretty buzzed not gonna lie.”

“Good. Cus I’m going to bed.” You turned your back to him and lifted your t shirt off and tossed it to the floor, looking back at him as you did. “Are you coming?” He jumped off the couch and set his drink down before following you into your room. He didnt know what it was, maybe the alcohol coursing through his veins or just the feeling of being alone with you right now, but something animalistic and possessive took over, recalling the conversation you had at the clubhouse earlier the day.

“It can’t happen again.”

“Fine then I’ll find someone who will let it happen.”

You start walking towards your dresser to change into something to sleep in when he reaches forward and grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“You think I forgot the shit you said to me earlier? You’re gonna find someone else who will let it happen? I don’t think you want someone else. You can try and tease me all you want but we know it’s true. I told you I wasnt done with you.” You clench you’re thighs together as you feel wetness in your panties begin to pool. You reach your hand back and try to stroke him over his jeans but he moves your hand away.

“No, you don’t get to touch, it’s my turn.” He walks you toward the bed, his hand still at the back of your neck. He turns you around and there’s a devilish, dark look in his eye replacing the usual softness he normally shows. “Go sit up by your pillows.”

You do as your told, sat at the top of the bed, near your pillows and watch as begins to strip. Your eyes fixed on his abs and muscular biceps and all you can think about is gripping them as he fucks you into oblivion. When he’s completely naked he stands at the end of the bed pumping himself as you watch and lick your lips in anticiaptaion, the instant sexual tension that had built since you met him just the day before was unbearable. He climbs into the bed and takes his shirt and wraps it around your wrist, then wrapping the other end to your headboard , tying them together loose enough to not hurt you but tight enough you couldn’t wiggle out of it.

“Ezekiel.. what are you doing?”

“This is what you wanted right? You think you’re gonna suck my dick last night, then come to clubhouse and tease me, grind up against me this morning and then not get what you wanted?” He insterted his hands into the waistband of your shorts and panties and removed them in one swift motion and spread your knees, exposing yourself to him and he could see how wet you were. He trailed gentle kisses up your thighs, replaced by bites then licked the skin before repeating the motions. You tried to buck your hips forward but he pulled away, “what? What do you want?”

“You. I want you Ezekiel” you say, your breath ragged. He grins at you and dips his head down and delivers an agonizingly slow lick up your center and you feel your legs go weak, he did it again and again and all you could do was whimper. He dove his face into you hungrily, flicking his tongue against your clit and your legs shook. He added a finger into you, then another, never taking his lips off your sensitive bud. You thrust your hips to meet each of his thrusts with his fingers and it wasn’t long til you were moaning his name as your orgasm washed over you. You were a moaning mess, and all you could do was beg for him to untie you.

He was amused at how you squirmed at his every touch, how you were the one in control up until this very moment. He trailed kisses up your belly then when he got to your breasts he took a nipple into his mouth, roughly sucking on your skin while rolling your other nipple between his fingers, once again you tried to buck your hips towards him, begging for any kind of friction and he laughed.

“EZ, please... let me feel you.” He reached up and undid the shirt and your hands instantly fell to his biceps, your lips meeting his. You wrapped your legs around his waist, desperate to feel something and he effortlessly flipped you over so that you were on top. You leaned back, your breasts on full display and his hands come up to grab and squeeze at them. You were absolutely blown away at this side of him, but you loved every second of it and needed to feel him inside you. You raised yourself slightly and slowly sank down onto him, a sigh escaping your lips at the way he felt as he filled you completely.

You rolled your hips then rested your hands on his chest, his hands coming to grip your ass and you started bouncing up and down on him. “That’s it babygirl fuck me...does that feel good?”

“So fucking good, shit....” you whined and you leaned forward to rest your hands on the head board and picked up your rhythm, his hips coming up to meet yours.

“EZ... fuck you feel so good... oh my god...”

“You’re gonna make me cum already, slow down..” he said in between breaths. You could feel his thrusts become unsteady but you couldn’t help it. He felt so good and made you feel so full, and at this angle, he was hitting just the right spots and you didn’t want to stop.

“Y/N, slow down.... shit....I’m cumming..." was all he could get out as you rode him faster.

“EZ... EZ.... yes yes yessss.." your 2nd orgasm rushed over you and you could feel him twitch inside you, costing your walls with his cum as you slowed yourself down, letting yourself fall forward onto him.

He was outta breath and slowly moved his hips so he slid out of you. “Holy shit you’re crazy ...” you laid next to him forms few minutes before finally getting up to get a shirt from your dresser when you felt his hand on your wrist. “No, no clothes , get back in the bed. I want more.”

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The rest of the weekend went the same, he went home and grabbed some clothes and things to have at your place the next 2 days and you couldn’t get enough of each other. The connection was unmatched, the sex was on another level, and you were happy spending the weekend indoors moaning and screaming his name all hours of the day and night.

Monday morning came and you woke tangled in each others arms, under your sheets. You peppered soft kisses on his chest and his hand came up to rest on your head. “Do you have to go back today? Can’t you just spend the day here with me again?" You ask.

“Shit I wish, but the guys get back today, I gotta head into the clubhouse to get everything set up. Wanna come with? Wait speaking of, what time is it?” He reaches for his phone and checks the time, then saw he missed 4 calls from Angel, 2 texts, and a couple missed calls from coco. “Fuck, they’re back.’I gotta go. I’m gna shower.”

You got out of bed and got dressed, and went into the kitchen to start your day. 15 minutes later he was out of the shower, kutte in hand and you both heard pounding on your front door. EZ was closest to the door so he put his hand on the knob and opened it.

“Good morning. Somehow I knew I’d find your ass here. Get your ass to the yard. You’re late.” Angel said as he leaned against the door frame. EZ shot you an apologetic look and walked outside.

“Did you shower here? Wait hold on, were you here all fuckin weekend?! Shit EZ what the fuck.”

“Can we just go please ?” EZ shot back.

Angel drapes an arm over his shoulder, “Yeah come on, Bishop wants to know where you been.”

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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago

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Rio & Buster

Rio: Hey, are you alright? Rio: I talked to Nance Buster: 'Course Buster: Did she say I wouldn't be? Rio: She said the convo didn't go the best Buster: Yeah well Buster: Not like I was expecting it to Rio: Well she's coming next weekend Rio: so you can try again then Buster: What? Rio: She wants to come see us Rio: also I'm taking her out clubbing but you know, don't think your invite extends that far Buster: Did she say us or did she say you? Rio: Us, of course Rio: She wants to get it out of the way so the awkward can be done with Rio: Which I think's a good idea Buster: Good fucking luck Rio: What? Buster: Me chatting to her ain't gonna go any better face to face, is it Buster: Come on Rio: Yeah it will 'cos she's talked to me now Buster: You keep handling it then Buster: Since you're besties, like Rio: Don't be moody Rio: She's trying here, you can too Buster: Don't tell me how to be Buster: Your status don't quite as far as her ccing you into the convo Buster: I did try Rio: Rkgnt Rio: Right, so you're going to ignore her then? Buster: Did I say that? Rio: Then why are you so mad? It's a good thing Buster: You can say that now it ain't happened Buster: When I make it worse you'll be the one who's mad at me Rio: Don't do that then Rio: How are you gonna make it worse? Buster: Cheers babe, solid advice Rio: Ha ha Rio: Come on Buster: You come on Buster: She don't like me, end of Buster: Just 'cause we're a couple and she does like you ain't changing that Rio: Don't be silly, she's your sister Rio: and you were getting on well before this, you can get back to that Buster: She has to love me she don't have to like me Rio: Well she did Rio: Why are you being so defeatist? Buster: 'Cause we were kids that don't count Rio: Yeah it does Rio: anyway, shit was getting better again Buster: I ain't saying we're gonna brawl I'm just saying good luck on knocking the awkwardness on the head Rio: I didn't say it would happen the minute she walks in the door Rio: but she wants to try so it's your move Buster: Fuck's sake Buster: You never let up, do you? Buster: Alright Rio: Nope 🤷 Rio: Deal with it, McKenna Buster: Fuck you Buster: How's work going? Rio: Luckily, the punters aren't as rude as you Rio: so good Rio: slow-ish night which meant I weren't ignoring people as I text Nance, like Buster: God doing you another favour there, babe Buster: None for me though, the prick Rio: I mean Rio: truly everyone's favourite Rio: move over Jesus Buster: 😂 Buster: Help a boy out and change these assigned chapters I gotta read into something interesting Rio: Hmm Rio: can't you do that thing where you put a smartie after every chapter, or paragraph if you dying, but something you actually want Buster: Way ahead of you with that drink by my elbow, like Rio: I'll keep thinking then Rio: You should've chose more exciting subjects, really but you know Rio: do what I can Buster: If you don't know how to keep things interesting for me by now, babe, well Rio: Don't Rio: Already got your sister letting me know how to not lose a man, ironic Buster: What? Rio: Ha, long story Buster: Whatever Rio: Oh baby Rio: I know you're struggling but don't be mad at me Buster: I ain't Rio: What's up Rio: Talk to me Buster: You're gonna go back, aren't you? Rio: No Rio: Why do you think that? Buster: Everyone knows now Buster: We can't just pretend they don't Buster: They're all gonna want to see you Rio: Sure we can Rio: If they wanna they can come to us, like Nance is Buster: Seriously? Rio: I don't want to go back Rio: It's been too good being away from it all Buster: I don't want you to go Rio: Good Rio: I want to be with you Rio: I'm not going anywhere Buster: Okay Rio: Everything's still shit there Rio: that's not changed Buster: I know Buster: And I don't want them bringing that shit here Buster: It's been so good Rio: Yeah Rio: Perfect Buster: I know this wasn't how we wanted to tell people but I'm so fucking glad its done Rio: I feel the same Rio: It's a relief Buster: Even if they all come at us with their bullshit Rio: It's hard to hear it Rio: but I'm trying to be patient because no doubt we'd feel the same Buster: Yeah Buster: And I'd gladly hear it over and over if it means I get to be with you Rio: I love you Buster: I love you, Rio Rio: God, that still gets me Buster: Yeah? Rio: Yeah Rio: I hope it always feels like this Buster: It will Buster: Not a fucking amateur, right? Rio: Definitely not Buster: It's only gonna get better Buster: We get to be us and together now with none of the secrecy and lies Buster: All that bullshit is gone Rio: I still can't believe that Rio: I can actually look at you and talk to you Rio: feel like a normal person Buster: Yeah you can Buster: It's a headfuck but finally a decent one, like Rio: We can still sneak off though can't we Rio: it wasn't all bad Buster: Try and stop me Buster: I'm tempted to come and see you at work right now Rio: Do Rio: I've been talking about you so much it's made me miss you Buster: I know the feeling Buster: Even if its still blowing my mind that I'm allowed to want you this much Rio: I mean, I encourage it wholeheartedly Buster: I'm not gonna get you in trouble, am I? Buster: Like I know you said its a slow night but I also know that I can't get enough of you Rio: I've still got my break to take Rio: turn me on before you get here and we can easily make the most of it Buster: Easy Buster: We should celebrate fully tomorrow though Buster: Let me take you somewhere, wherever you want Rio: Yeah? Rio: Where's good, I still don't know Rio: show me Buster: I'll think of somewhere worthy of a date with you, don't worry Rio: So fucking cute Rio: I was supposed to tell you that Buster: You just wanted to give me another chance to be the hero Buster: 'Cause you're that much of an angel Rio: Baby Buster: Yeah? Rio: You're so distracting Buster: I'm not sorry Rio: You're going to come see me aren't you? Rio: I need you Buster: 'Course Buster: I haven't been able to stop thinking about how badly I want you in my lap instead of this book for ages now Rio: I could read to you Rio: get to be good and bad at the same time Buster: You're so perfect Rio: I know how you like it when you make it hard for me to speak, baby Rio: and I always wanna help you Buster: Fuck Buster: I have to get changed so they let me in but you're making me not wanna put clothes on Rio: Stupid rules Rio: Just think about how much I'm going to enjoy undressing you Buster: I am Buster: See? Buster: [sends own getting undressed pics] Rio: Daddy Rio: fucking hell Buster: I really need you, baby Rio: How do you need me Rio: I wanna give you exactly what you need because you deserve it Buster: I've been so stressed but you're gonna help me feel better, aren't you? Buster: As publicly as possible now so everyone knows how good you are at it Rio: Yes, Daddy Rio: Your baby is going to make it all go away Rio: all you're going to feel is good and all you're going to think about is me Buster: Good girl Rio: I can't wait 'til you're grunting that as you push your cock further down my throat Rio: my mouth is watering Buster: You don't need to wait long, I'm out the door Rio: Thank God Buster: Thank God I didn't drink enough to have to get a cab Buster: I can't wait for that Rio: Me either Rio: Though I love playing with you in the back of a cab Buster: I'll make sure I book one tomorrow Buster: If you're good I'll plan to take you somewhere far enough away that you can have as much fun as you want Rio: 😻 Why are you so good to me? Buster: I love you Buster: And I want you Rio: You're the best Rio: Stay mine Buster: I'm all yours always Buster: And nobody's taking you from me either Rio: Say always again Buster: Always, baby Buster: For fucking ever Rio: Fuck me Rio: I love you so so so much Buster: It's me and you now Buster: For as long as you want me Rio: For fucking ever Rio: there's no one else like you Rio: no one for me Buster: I know Buster: I need you, just you Rio: You've got me Rio: You don't ever have to question it Buster: You either Buster: I mean it Rio: I know Rio: I've never felt love like this Buster: Me either Buster: You know it's all yours Buster: My first time Rio: Only time Rio: Nothing else I've ever felt or had came close to touching this Buster: Yeah Rio: Such an incredible headfuck Buster: You can have that 💍 if you want Rio: Shh don't say that when I'm in this state Buster: But you can Rio: You mean that, don't you Buster: You know I do Rio: Baby Rio: ask me properly and you know I'll say yes Buster: Okay Rio: Are we insane? Buster: I don't care Buster: As long as you feel the same as I do Rio: I do Rio: about not caring too Rio: it feels too good Buster: Nothing's ever gonna matter to me as much as you Rio: I just wanna see you happy, every day for the rest of mine Buster: Good 'cause I am Buster: And I want you to have anything and everything you want Rio: Right now all I want is you Buster: Just as well that I'm pulling up nearby then, yeah? Rio: Come here Rio: Now Buster: Jesus, you're so hot when you talk like that Rio: I am hot Rio: so hot for you Buster: Rio Rio: Buster Buster: I still have to walk in, don't let me die, like Rio: No chance Rio: You can't leave me Buster: Never

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tayegi · 8 years ago

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Hii u lovely creature. First i just wanted to say i love ur work, this last chapter was...quite shocking since well how Jk was talking and reacting towards the OC. Im really not good with theories really and specially if i gotta write them down in english but i was thinking since u said this would have 3 parts that maybe...just maybe was like one part of each of the characters? Like one were we view in detail the feelings of the OC, then JK and the Jimin? Maybe? Idk sorry. Anyway love ur work :)

Anonymous said:Thank you for being able to find the time to write equilibrium, and thank you for being able to find the time to update it as well- and come on tumblr at all tbh. I know it must not seem like it but most of us really really appreciate it. Please don’t feel rushed to update and take as much time as you need. Thank you again for your work.

Anonymous said:hey! thank you SO much for continuing equilibrium. I’m really enjoying the plot and character development. its very interesting and you do a rly good job at weaving all the layers of meaning together. you’re one of my favorite writers 💗 hope ur having a great day!

Anonymous said:(3) I wonder what is it that jimin saw on jungkook as well, I don’t think that just good looks and the fact that he is good at a lot of things are enough to fall in love or accept being in that kind of relationship ¿ or maybe yes or I’m missing something. Anyways I absolutely adore this fic!! I love your detailed descriptions and how you put important little things and hints and how you think of every single word!! Really thank you for sharing it with us! You have created a huge masterpiece.

Anonymous said:(2)The days when jimin went away must have been the best days of his life, and I wonder now with Jungkook away how the dynamics between jimin and the oc would be, especially her. It would be really wow and not wow at the same time if she turned like kook. I doubt because she knows she doesn’t have a “connection” with jimin, and is more than aware that he wants jungkook. But maybe things will change like they did with him.

minsuguk said:(1) It surprises me how the oc feels about jimin, accepting jungkook’s possesiveness and mad terms in order to keep him in that crazy relationship which is the only way she can have a just little bit of jimin. But again, I’m not surprised because it’s kind of what Jungkook felt ¿ I mean he saw something in her, and she saw something in jimin. And jungkook was aware of her and jimins feelings and he proposed being together in order to be with her as well.

Anonymous said:I want to feel bad for all of them, but I feel bad for none of them. That’s a lie I feel slightly bad for o/c but shes doing it to herself because she wants to keep this tiny connection to Jimin and that’s the start of her problem! All in all this is gonna end badly. I knew that necklace was gonna come back and bit her in the ass.

Anonymous said:(part 2) You know how Jungkook is all fucking crazy in denial about having a connection with her could she be in the same denial except (but not crazy) I mean Jimin had to have noticed the reader was always with him in the beginning now they don’t even touch each other its all so fucked up because you cant feel bad for anyone at this point (I am scared for the reader though because how far will jungkook go if she let jimin touch her)

Anonymous said:Jimin CAN’T be oblivious to this whole situation if he was able to hear his name being called when Jungkook was fingering the mc he had to have heard something else. Could he be ignoring this situation to make sure he is able to stay with jk the same way jk and mc are using each other for the same thing? bc if it was obvious that jimin was in love with jk before anything happened did he have to “get through” 1 on 1 with the mc like she did with jungkook (part 1)

Anonymous said:oh dude the relationship in equilibrium is on the verge of becoming a huge trainwreck but i can’t stop reading it cos i want to see how big of a trainwreck it will become. can’t wait til we get to the point where the relationship just swerves off the track and just goes kablooey! rip.

Anonymous said:oh my gosh I absolutely adored reading the new chapter of equilibrium! I’m so amazed that you find the time out of your busy day to write so much! thank you so so much for the new chapter. i’m really curious to see how this story line will progress, and I do wonder what will happen with jimin and y/n over that weekend… hmm anyways thank you again!! this is my first time writing to you aha I’m so nervous and also !! I love you please take care of yourself

Anonymous said:I HATE YOU SM I’m kidding I love you lu 💕💕 I can already feel the angst approaching aghhssh I’m going to die

Anonymous said:The new update has me a bit fearful of jungkook. He seems to be a little bit to possessive-at least to me anyways. I wonder if jimin has noticed the change in jungkook as well? When he said that the oc was the only one who understood him it reminded me of the conversation they had in ch4 about his family not approving of his major. When i read that scene the first time, i kinda got the sense that that was why jungkook liked the oc.

Anonymous said:Shook again from Equilibrium updates @.@ Thanks as always!!

Anonymous said:omggggggg equilibriummmm the tension just keeps building and building up I AM SO READY FOR THE SHIT TO HIT THE FAN

Anonymous said:It’s really interesting because there are elements that show a legitimate fear the OC has when it comes to Jungkook. I can’t wait to see more (well I can obv and I will NO PRESSURE FJDKSKSKS but you know what I mean~). Also thank you for updating so often like. I have barely any work & a shit ton of free time and I still just can’t write so you’re??? Like how??? Thank u sm. 💕

Anonymous said:First of all - thank you for updating. You could throw a sentence of Equilibrium in my way once a year and I’d still cry of happiness. And second - I love this story so much you don’t even know. Their relationship has taken such a sharp turn suddenly and Jungkook’s motives are clearer and clearer while the MC still seems to be sort of oblivious? Ah I have so many speculations but there’s not enough characters in asks haha. Anyways it was amazing once again, thank you!

yaja-time said:Equilibrium is too my favorite writings of your.. probably one of my favorites out of all the fics I’ve ever read. But I love it so much I would wait 10 years for you to update. Shit I’d even be happy if you updated with only using 10 words. I understand you have a life and I for one am very grateful for your writings, because they are amazing. So thank you for writing.

Anonymous said:Poor Equilibrium OC :( Sadly this scenario hits close to home with her and Jungkook. But good job as always Lu! I appreciate the work you do, have me on the edge of my seat!

bluefullmetaltitan said:Lol. I’ve been waiting for you to say that!! Yayayay! I support you 100% cause like, it shouldn’t matter how long it takes. I’m in love with all of your writings!! Thank you!!

Anonymous said:bruh, equilibrium tho. i loves it like i loves you. but for real, its amazing and incredible reading smaller details from earlier chapters come back into play and seeing how everything slowly links together (how you have the willpower to write so much is incredible)

Anonymous said:I loved equilibrium babe it's so good keep up the amazing writing I loved the last chapter it's a very good storyline 👍🏼👍🏼 and please In the equilibrium let her end Up with jimin and more jimin smut please 😂😂 seriously loved it 💋💋

Anonymous said:When I first started reading equilibrium I thought it was about the three of them learning how to function in a polyamorous relationship. But in the first 4 chapters, you revealed the MC's feelings towards Jimin, & then showcased Jungkook and MC alone. Then, when Jungkook got possessive, & you wrote Jimin's and MC's back story, I was like, "she's not seriously trying to romanticize this relationship, is she?" BUT YOU'RE NOT, YOU'RE SHOWCASING LEGIT PROBLEMS IN A REALISTIC STORY. I AM HERE FOR IT

Anonymous said:Im living for Equilibrium rn🔥🔥🔥🔥, your such a good writer. Loving all your works 💖💖

Anonymous said:why do I feel like jungkook semi poisoned jimin so he couldn't go 😫equilibrium is so good rlly got me questioning everything lol

Anonymous said:Hello tayegi, i just want to say, you're the first writer I read in this bts fandom and im so thankful for that. And im so pumped for equilibrium jajajajajaAaaaa 🙏

Anonymous said:I have to be honest I was all for jungkooks protectiveness in early chapters cause I thought it was hella cute but after reading equilibrium chp 11... Im not too sure anymore. Like he actually made me kinda scared and trapped especially during the end (guess that's how good you're writing is). On a positive note, loving this series and I hope all three characters get backlashes for this messed up relationship lmao

Anonymous said:I don't get how anyone can complain about ch11 being "only 3k" like there was so much that happened in that chapter it didn't even feel like it was "short." I'm even amazed you can write such great quality stories despite being a phd student (do these children know what that is???) AND it's like midterm season rn like the quality doesn't drop despite this. And honestly I feel like these chapters have been getting updated pretty frequently these days I feel really spoiled haha

Anonymous said:EQUILIBRIUM IS SOME OF THE BEST WORK I'VE EVER SEEN ON HERE!!! LIKE I WAS AT SCHOOL TODAY AND I READ EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER AND I WAS SO OVERCOME BY WHAT WAS HAPPENING. AND WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT JUNGKOOK WANTED THE READER TO HIMSELF I GOT SO SHOOK!!!! LIKE I KINDA KNEW SOMEHOW THAT HE WANTED HER ALL TO HIMSELF. HE JUST WASN'T GONNA LET JIMIN HAVE HER ANYMORE HUH? BUT I'M SO EXCITED FOR WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!! *sorry for yelling i was too excited for this series ily~*

Anonymous said:Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?! There was an Equilibrium update?! *runs to open tab so that it's the first thing I see after class* Bruh, I can't wait to dive in. Thanks for being a thug about all of those comments. Best part about creating works of art/expressing creativity is that you get to make people think, invite them to have an opinion and start conversations. If anything, Equilibrium provokes its readers to have a clear opinion. That's a success in my book. ;) Fighting always! - Happy Reader

yonggukssmolgf said:I love you. I love your blog. I love your writing. I love the equilibrium series. And I just love how you just take your time to update. Like you do things at you own pace and I like that about you. I followed you because you're an amazing person, you love your followers, and you never disappoint with your fics. Thanks for existing and I hope I made your day a little bit happier!🐼😙😀

Anonymous said:Excuse me young lady... yeah I'm talking to you Lu...Yupp.... you're being mad disrespectful, how dare ruin my nights peaceful sleep but updating equilibrium like that... do you not want me to graduate... it's senior year and I'm head deep into my writing... yeah thanks a lot for ruining my life... JK I LOVE YOU 💕

Anonymous said:I just read chapter 11 of Equilibrium and it made me want to CRY! I love the story so far and it's written amazingly well but it's tOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS! I'm super excited for the updates 💙💙💙💙

seokjinniemin said:oml I just finished chapter 11 of Equilibrium and boy howdy am I SHOOK. Equilibrium is by far one of my favorite fanfic series I've ever read! You're such an amazing writer, they way you convey the stress and anxiety of the oc is just phenomenal. And the small details you put into it like damn! I'm so anxious about this and how it's going to progress, especially with the oc and Jimin being alone. I feel like shit is going to hit the fan real soon o_o

Anonymous said:oh my god that new chapter of Equilibrium actually murdered me LMAO. i absolutely LOVE how every detail counts; like all the little small things that readers wouldn't think matter end up mattering the most. i love this series so much and ily Lu!!

Anonymous said:wtffff please ignore that anon i think you've been updating so quickly!! and i love the story sooo much it's so great no matter how lengthy it is. the content is what matters quality >>> quantity i really love it and know you work hard and appreciate it ❤❤

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Hello, Snow White, I’m Talking About a Condom!

Posted here on AO3.

(Tags attached to story (heed them!): rape, rape of an underage character, MCD refers to Hale Fire, Kate Argent Warning, Kate Rapes Derek, Dead!Paige, Magic Bullet Coda...? Victim Blaming. Detailed warnings at bottom of story.)

Summary:

During

Magic Bullet

, Derek overhears the conversation between Lydia and Allison, and is reminded of his own past with Kate.

Conversation near the beginning of Magic Bullet:

Lydia: Scott's coming over? Tonight?

Allison: We're just studying together.

L: Just studying never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub--Somebody eventually cops a feel.

A: So, what are you saying?

L: I'm just saying, you know, make sure he covers up. (CHUCKLES) Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom!

A: (CHUCKLES) Are you kidding? After one date?

L: Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste.

A: Well, I mean, how much is a little taste?

L: Oh, God. You really like him, don't you?

A: Well, he's just different. When I first moved here, I had a plan, no boyfriends ‘til college. I just move too much. But then I met him, and he was different. I don't know. I can't explain it.

L: I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine.

A: (LAUGHS) What?

L: I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?

A: Right after school.

L: Hmm.

The words echo, taking hold in his mind. Derek finds he can’t move his feet. He needs to find McCall, but the Argent and Martin girls are still talking. About sex. Like it’s something to be treated so casually. To give ‘a taste’ just because there is attraction. Kissing should be the taste. Should be the mark by which teenagers play their relationships. None of this ‘don’t be a prude’ bullshit.

Derek’s been there, and he wants to warn Allison that it’s not the right move, that Martin is full of shit. Just because it worked out in her own life doesn’t mean that it’s going to go well for Allison. What if Scott really hurts her when they start? Scott’s barely got any control.

If he didn’t have this bullet in his arm, didn’t need help to not die, he’d go babysit the idiots. Maybe take a little pleasure in spoiling any condom-times.

He wishes, almost desperately, that someone had done the same for him. Hadn’t tucked a row of condoms in his back pocket, patting his chest, and hissing, ‘Go get some.’ Hadn’t pushed and pushed and still ignored all the ‘no’s.

He wishes he’d never slept with Kate, never had sex with her, never let her have sex with him.

Maybe that makes him into a soiled Snow White, a dirty, unlovable caricature of an innocent, but still, no one should be told that they need to give up something so fundamental just for someone else’s pleasure.

No one.

Not even him.

“Come on, man,” Sammy says, smacking Derek’s shoulder again, harder. “You’re seriously not gonna put out for her? I mean, look, she’s really panting after you, coming over when you’re surrounded by all your friends and everything.”

Derek grumbles under his breath, trying to ignore Sammy. It’s not that he doesn’t want to sleep with Kate. It’s just that he really doesn’t want to sleep with her. He’s not ready. Of that, he’s certain.

And as for friends? Sammy’s the only one who’s stuck around after the thing with Paige and Derek withdrawing.

See, Sammy doesn’t need anyone to actually respond to him when he talks.

He looks up from his locker, searching the hallway until he finds her by the door to Chemistry, chatting up Harris. Harris is still drunk from last night—or this morning, Derek’s not sure, just that he absolutely reeks of cheap vodka, watery beer, and buckets of nervous sweat—and Kate keeps leaning in to whisper at him before pulling back as Harris reaches for her. He’s gotta stink even by human standards.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder, catches Derek’s eyes, and winks. Derek turns back to his locker, shoving his books in and slamming the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches Sammy’s smug smile. So, he saw that wink too. They have practice after class today, which means he can’t escape Sammy any time soon.

“See, she wants you bad, man,” Sammy says, slapping at Derek’s shoulder.

Derek grunts again. “Maybe I’m not ready,” he says finally, when they’re about to pass Harris and Kate.

“If you didn’t study, Mr. Hale, that’s your own fault,” Harris interjects, and his words aren’t even a little slurred. Too much practice. Kate giggles and steps away, hips swaying exaggeratedly because of her heels. Sammy sighs, craning his neck to watch her sashay around the corner. Harris watches her go too. Derek ducks his head, trying to ignore the burn of red on his cheeks, remembering Kate cornering him under the bleachers a few periods ago. She’d only kissed him and groped him pretty hard over his pants.

He blinks back a sudden spring of tears, remembering whispering, “Not here, not where you can get caught,” to stop her because she wouldn’t listen to anything else.

He sinks into the first free desk, aware that it’s not his. But, since Harris likes to randomly assign seats for tests, he’s sure he won’t be here for much longer. He lifts his head, strains his ears, and slumps when he can’t hear Paige’s solo. Remembers why he can’t hear it.

More tears that he can’t stop.

Harris looks disgusted, snorting when Derek looks up at him through bleary eyes. “Okay, everyone, seating chart is on the board.” He looks down at his hands before glancing up again, something human in his eyes. “Ms. Barnes, switch with Mr. Hale.”

It’s a kindness Derek is not expecting. Hardly anyone knew how close he was to Paige so none of the teachers has done something like this. Harris must just not like dealing with crying students.

The test is easy. Forgettable. Derek’s positive he got a hundred percent on it. He finishes early and spends the rest of the period running a blunt fingernail over the desk, tracing scratched words detailing a student’s battle against the erasure of vandalism.

The bell rings and he’s gone. Heading down to the locker room. Hoping he can get there fast enough to change and be in the gym before Kate corners him again. He knows that wink. That wink says he’s going to have to work on how he says no.

He makes it to the door before Kate latches onto his arm and drags him into the swim coach’s office. In here, it smells like chlorine and stale tobacco. Pictures of past swimming teams line the walls. Knickknacks on the desk. The room too neat and unnerving. Derek shivers when Kate runs her nails down his arm.

Then, she sweeps a path on the desk and pushes him to sit.

“This should be fun,” she says, hands going to his belt. Derek tenses.

“No, wait,” he pants. “I have practice. I’m supposed to be there now.” He grabs her hands and holds them. She leans in and presses her lips to his.

“Fine, sweetie,” she says, disappointment coloring her tone. “I guess I’ll just have to give you a blow job some other time then.”

He knows the response she wants is his own disappointment that he’s destroyed their chance at sex. But, all he feels is relief.

When she pulls back and straightens her blouse and slacks, he slides off the desk and skirts around her.

Sammy’s waiting in the locker room, his locker, and Derek’s next to it, open. “So,” he says with a glint in his eye that Derek does not like. “Gonna put out finally?”

“You know what?” Derek explodes. “If you like her so much, why don’t you sleep with her?”

Sammy draws back, a “Whoa” on his lips.

“No,” Derek says quickly, shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. She’s just pushing really hard right now, and I’m not ready.” He slips off his jeans and tugs on his shorts. Sammy just stares at him, speechless for once. “Look,” Derek leans in close, “I think she’s a predator. I mean, why would a teacher go for a student? Unless they’re sick in the head.”

“Derek Hale,” Sammy says, shoving at Derek until he sits on the bench, “I am only going to tell you this once: you are mega hot. I mean, why wouldn’t any teacher not want to have sex with you?”

“Um, maybe because I’m still fifteen?”

“Hell,” Sammy continues, ignoring Derek’s interruption, “I’d sleep with you, and I’m not even romantically interested in you. Just, if she asks you again, can you please think about sleeping with her. For me?”

The words ‘fuck you’ are on Derek’s tongue, but before he can open his mouth, Coach yells at them to get their asses on the court. As they pass him, Sammy still mouthing about how lucky Derek is to have Kate Argent wanting to sleep with him, Coach grabs Derek’s arm.

“If someone’s bugging you,” he says, solemn, “you come straight to me. We’ll take care of it. Got it, kid?”

Derek nods because what else can he do? Coach was the one of the few who knew about Paige, who’d encouraged him to seek out that relationship because he’d called it healthy to have an outlet like that. And that’s what Kate is, isn’t she? A healthy outlet.

Practice passes in a blur, Derek on edge and unable to concentrate while his teammates run circles around him. Coach keeps that concerned look on his face, and Derek ignores the pungent stench of sorrow wafting from him. It’s easy to do when there’s a dozen boys sweating all around him.

By the time he drags himself home, supper’s on the table, and the whole family is singing songs from Laura’s musical. A freshman in college, she spends most weekends home, claiming homesickness. As soon as he’s through the door, a paper is shoved into his hands and Laura gestures at him. He raises an eyebrow before dutifully singing the highlighted words. Of course Laura would make him be the bad guy. At least, he’s supposed to be bad at it.

Thankfully, the singing ends, and most everyone else sits down to eat while Derek goes to wash up. Peter corners him in the kitchen, leaning close so his lips brush Derek’s ear.

“Go get some,” he hisses, too low for the others to hear. His fingers dip into Derek’s back pocket, leaving something in their wake. Derek pushes back and digs it out, staring incredulously at the strip of blue foil packets. He knows what they are before Peter smirks and says, “Condoms. Be safe when you use them.” His accompanying wink makes Derek shudder in horror, and he glares at his uncle. Peter laughs lightly and sweeps away to the dining room. Derek throws the condoms away and washes his hands again before taking his seat next to Mom’s elbow. She looks at him with a worried frown.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Derek thinks about Kate, her insistence on touching him, ignoring his protests. He knows his scent is sour with bitterness, and that’s why Mom’s asking, but how can he tell his mom that one of his teachers is making him uncomfortable? He’d said it about Peter a time or two, and Mom always brushed it off. She’ll do the same with Kate. After all, Derek’s a fifteen-year-old boy. He’s supposed to be interested in sex with anyone of the female persuasion.

“Nothing’s really wrong,” he says, glancing around the table. “Can we talk later?” Mom nods and leaves him alone.

Supper’s good. Laura keeps talking about her play and how she’s going to be the lead. No one tells her she’s off-key. No one says anything when Cora picks out the sweet potatoes and drops them on the floor so their dog, Kotchsky, can eat them. Everyone eyes Derek worriedly when he just pushes the food from one side of his plate to the other.

Afterward, Mom asks him to help with washing the dishes while everyone else disperses to the back porch for root beer floats.

“What’s wrong?” She asks again when no one can listen in.

Derek sighs. He shrugs, and Mom waits patiently. Finally, he finds the words, “Sammy wants me to sleep with someone.”

“Sammy?” Mom dips her hands in the soapy water and digs out a dish. Derek hands her the dishcloth and nods.

“Sammy, my friend. He says there’s this—girl—interested in me and that I should sleep with her ‘cause she likes me.”

“But you don’t want to.”

“No. I don’t. I don’t feel ready. I think she’s pressuring me too.” He ducks his head to hide the blush on his cheeks. He accepts the dish from his mom and rinses it quickly before drying it so he can set it on the island. “She, uh, she cornered me in Coach Lahey’s office today.”

Mom sniffs, but Derek scrubbed well with the school’s industrial strength soap. She looks almost disappointed, but an alpha like her is taught to hide her reactionary scents.

“Have you talked to a teacher?”

Derek shrugs, default answer. Mom raises an eyebrow and he draws in a breath. “Coach, uh, Coach Bonaheim offered today.”

“You know you can say no, right?” Mom wipes her hands dry and grabs his shoulders, studying his eyes.

“Yes,” Derek says. “But, she doesn’t listen.”

“Who is this girl?”

“She’s in…my math class.” Which is not a lie. Kate’s a substitute teacher for Derek’s third period 9th grade mathematics class. That’s not where he met her though. No, that was at the park downtown Mom doesn’t like him going to because it’s too far away if he gets in trouble. Kate had been sitting on the bleachers watching the pickup game. Afterward, she’d cornered him when he was kicking the stand up on his bike.

That was also the first time she’d kissed him. It’d been nothing like Paige. Kate’s lips were waxy and cold while Paige’s were warm, loving.

Derek had stammered an excuse and pedaled as fast as a human would have until he was out of sight and then he was home ten minutes later when he let the shift take over.

Mom rubs a thumb over his cheek, wiping away a tear Derek is not aware of crying. He lunges forward, wrapping his arms around her and sobbing.

“I don’t want to have sex with her, but she doesn’t stop. How do I make her stop?”

“You tell as many people as you can,” Mom says firmly. “And you tell me her name so I can speak with the school. Baby, you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Kate,” he whispers so low he can’t even hear it. “Her name is Kate.”

Then he runs to his room and slams and locks the door.

Mom drives him to school the next day, dropping Cora off at the elementary first. She walks Derek to the principal’s office.

Mr. Thomas greets them amicably, and Derek sinks into his chair, his backpack held securely over his lap while Mom clears her throat and asks if any students have lodged any complaints about a student named Kate.

“No,” Mr. Thomas says, smile faltering. He turns pitying eyes onto Derek. “Does Derek wish to file a complaint?”

Derek does not look up. He knows what Mr. Thomas really means. He thinks Derek should suck it up, maybe let Kate suck it up. It’s what Sammy would say. Derek’s had all night to think about it, and he knows he was wrong to involve Mom.

“I’m missing Homeroom,” he mumbles, jumping to his feet and running from the room. He ignores his mother’s angry cry. He doesn’t need her to fight his battles. It’s not even a battle.

He’ll just try to get Kate to understand that he’s not ready at all. It’ll be…Well, it’ll be shit. And she probably won’t listen. But, he’s a boy. It’s just sex.

He slides into his seat and stares down at his desk. It’s just sex, he thinks again. He can do that. He’d have done it with Paige if she’d asked.

She hadn’t.

It’s just sex.

He keeps repeating those words to himself through his classes. Mrs. Abernathy gives him a detention slip, looking apologetic. Too many tardy mornings.

He drags his feet to Kate’s classroom. She’s wearing a low cut red blouse and narrow black skirt with a long chain around her neck. Her heels are low today. A sign she’s planning on taking lunch out by the pond.

It’s just sex.

It. Is. Just. Sex.

Derek grits his teeth and slumps into his desk. Kate begins the lesson cheerfully. She ignores Derek, doesn’t even call on him. Good thing too. He can’t concentrate worth a fucking damn today, and instead, doodles all over his notes page. Different languages spelling out his mantra.

He crumples up the page when the bell rings and gathers himself to head toward the auditorium for his free period. Before he can stand up, Kate stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

“A word, Mr. Hale,” she says, just loud enough for the remaining students to hear. As soon as the room is empty, she leans down and presses her lips to the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got a free period right now,” she says, not a question. She knows his schedule, without him ever telling her what it is. “And you’ve got first lunch. Come with me, and there’ll be no distractions.”

He clenches his fists, and listens closely, wondering if Mom is still on campus. He thinks not. She’d probably already be here if she were. “I don’t want to,” he says softly, aware of the open door where anyone could pass by. “Ms. Argent, please. I really don’t want to have sex, and you pressuring me is making me upset.”

She laughs, a cold chuckle. “I don’t give a fuck about what you want,” she says. “I want sex. I need to get laid. And, you’re a better choice than that fuck-up in the chemistry room. One way or another, you’re going to sleep with me. I tried to go slow.”

“I’ll tell,” Derek says. It’s the only card left. She’s not going to stop now, he thinks.

Suck it up, boy. It’s just sex.

It does not feel like it’s just sex. Not in the slightest.

“Now, come with me,” Kate hisses in his ear, fingers tightening until her nails dig into his arm as she drags him off the seat. “Leave your backpack under my desk. We’re going out the window.”

He does as he’s told, not sure why. He’s strong enough to break free from her grip. But. If he does that, he’s not sure if she’ll let him go. He’s smelled the wolfsbane on her sometimes. He knows she’s a hunter. What he doesn’t know is if she knows what he is.

He’d guess that she does, and that’s why she’s targeted him. No matter what Sammy says, Derek doesn’t have anyone else offering to sleep with him. He has to wonder if he did have other offers, would he have rolled over and taken it the moment Kate offered it? Or would he have still dragged his feet?

“It’s just sex,” he mumbles to himself, waiting while she pries open a window. “It’s just sex.”

So why does it feel like he’s going to throw up?

“Yeah, baby,” Kate says, “just sex. Hot, crazy sex that’ll rock your world. But, just sex.”

She grabs a bag and shoves him while they walk out to the pond. Despite Kate’s provisions, the ground is muddy and uneven. It’s early January, the rainy season has been going on for a while now. His sneakers are a lost cause before they make it halfway. He can smell the frustration coming off Kate, and a quick glance at her feet shows that she’s even worse off than him. He hides his smile by scratching his cheek.

Kate growls, swinging her bag. It smacks against Derek’s back, and a sharp pain explodes across his hips. He falls to the ground, rolling, trying to extinguish the burning sensation. Before he can recover, she drops onto him, fists slamming into his side and back again and again until he curls up, letting her beat him.

“Get what you deserve,” she grunts with each hit. “Fuck you so hard, you’ll be ruined. Werewolf healing won’t save you.” The pain grows until he can’t move.

He must black out then, because he feels himself come back, like falling through icy water until he can sit up gasping.

The pain is gone, replaced by a dull ache. His groin feels rubbed raw and there is a suspicious stickiness to the crotch of his pants. Kate is nowhere near him, and it’s getting dark out.

He drags himself to his feet, stumbling when the ache flares into pain and settles deep in his gut. Something is wrong, really wrong.

He sniffs the air, tastes more rain, but Kate’s scent is almost faded. She’s been gone for hours.

Why hasn’t anyone come looking for him?

Derek strains his ears, but all he can hear are his harsh pants and the coming rain.

He whines, deep in his throat. He wants his mom, his alpha. He feels broken, used. Maybe he should have tried harder to get away from Kate?

When he reaches the school, he finds Laura leaning against her Ford Focus, arms over her chest, a worried frown pulling her brows down low over her flickering eyes.

Derek watches gold shoot through blue, and before he quite realizes it, his sister’s eyes settle into burning red.

At the same time, he hears the howls of his pack clearly, even though the house is miles from the school. Laura grabs his arm and hauls him into the car, stabbing a finger into his chest and then spinning the tires as she guns the engine.

Derek buckles his seatbelt and holds tight to it and the door as Laura accelerates close to the 140 MPH mark.

When they reach the ‘No Entry’ sign, the howls stop, and Derek clutches the belt tighter, choking on the pure agony of what feels like his heart being ripped out of his chest. Laura’s eyes shine bright red and don’t change back.

They skid into the yard, Laura braking sharply, throwing open her door and bounding toward the house. Derek stays frozen, staring at the flames engulfing their home. Laura howls even though they both know it won’t be answered. The sheer pain of their severed pack bonds speaks to the severity of their loss.

Laura screams at the sky, howling in anguish. Before he can stop himself, Derek responds with a mournful call of his own.

Fire trucks and police cars spill into the yard, and Laura goes to the sheriff’s car to speak with him.

Derek manages to undo his seatbelt in time for one of the deputies, a man with sandy brown hair and kind blue eyes to haul him out into the cold drizzle.

“You okay there, son?” he asks, shaking Derek a little. Derek shakes his head, pointing at the house.

He doesn’t think he will ever be okay again, the hole in his heart too large to be patched. His family is dead and he knows Kate set the fire. It wasn’t enough that she made him have sex with her. She had to kill his family too.

The deputy pulls off his jacket and drapes it around Derek’s shoulders before heading into the mix of other deputies, not a one of them breaking the ash line Derek can feel in his bones.

“This is your fault,” Laura hisses from where she’s talking to the sheriff. Derek ducks his head. It is. It is all his fault. “You should have been here,” she continues. “Why weren’t you? Why were you off having sex with that teacher? You did this.”

“Derek?” someone else says, and the deputy that gave him the jacket is back. Derek can’t focus on him, everything gone blurry. “Son? Do you need to sit down?”

Derek shakes his head and can’t stop. And then he starts sobbing. He can feel everything ebbing out of him, burning away like his family’s bodies.

“We got one!” another deputy shouts and suddenly, Derek is alone, staring after them as they all run to the outside doors to the basement. There’s too much ash and stench of burned flesh for Derek to know which one of his extensive family managed to survive the attack. He knows it’s not Mom because Laura’s eyes are burning bright red while she fights into the midst of the group to slap a hand on what is now her beta.

A shrill siren pierces his brain, and Derek stumbles back into the wall. He sends a glare up at the bell above his head (of all the places he could have had a flashback).

Argent and Martin are gone, heading off in separate directions: Argent going to her car, humming something that sounds suspiciously like ‘Here Comes the Bride’ while Martin goes to have an almost-quickie with her boyfriend before climbing in his stupidly fancy car.

Scott is by his bicycle, but the way Derek’s feeling now, he won’t be able to keep up with the kid. Besides, the boy is too distracted by the girl. He won’t have Scott’s undivided attention.

That just leaves Stiles, the weirdo. Derek remembers a jacket around his shoulders, the only kindness he’d been shown that day. He hopes Stiles is his father’s son otherwise this is going to be a short day.

He shoves off the wall and manages to stumble outside. And narrowly avoids being hit by what very well could be his savior.

If only he had been so lucky six years ago.

~ Fin ~

Warnings: Derek is told to seek a relationship with Kate by Peter and his friend. Kate forces herself on Derek repeatedly and rapes him. Laura blames Derek for the fire in her grief.

Thanks for reading!

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