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megumisbimbo · 3 years

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megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

series masterlist

Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20 @tobi--o

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

put your records on - ritt momney

who dat boy - tyler the creator

goodbye - billie eilish

— put your records on - ritt momney —

(y/n) pov:

It was early in the morning when you were woken up by the sound of rustling. You turn and see Fushiguro frantically getting himself together.

“New mission?” You ask, voice deep and scratchy.

“It was a bit of an emergency, sorry I can’t stay today. But the rest of the sashimi is in the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine Megumi, I promise. You shouldn’t worry so much you’ll get wrinkles.” You say, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” You ask

“No not yet.”

“Then can I play with Kou?”

Megumi gives you a puzzled glare.

“Kou?..”

“Your white dog. I named it Kou! Isn’t it cute!?”

“You shouldn’t get so attached to them you know.”

“Yes yes I know. Now can I play with it?!”

Megumi smiles and summons his white dog, who he noticed has taken a special liking to you. As much as he knew it would be a bad idea for you to get so attached to his shikigami, he couldn’t help but feel all warm inside when he saw you laughing. He finished getting ready and him and his white dog make their way out the door bidding you goodbye. You stare out the window again, noticing that you tend to do that often. Well you didn’t want to sit around all day bored as hell, so you decide to watch a movie on Megumi’s television and finish the sushi from the day before.

Megumi pov:

They looked so cute playing with my divine dog, how could I say no to that face.

“Snap out of it Megumi.” Nobara says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course I was.” I respond, slightly irritated.

“Thinking about (y/n) again?”

“WHA- WHY- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT??” I say, startled by her question.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch I guess.”

Itadori walks outside and greets us with a smile. Reminds me of their smile...stop it Megumi you’re going insane.

Ijichi-san’s black car rolls up beside us and we step into the backseat. He drives us to the Juvenile Detention Center in West Tokyo. We step out of the car and walk towards building two.

“Our windows confirmed a curse womb approximately three hours ago. Five inmates are currently trapped inside along with the curse. Curse wombs that grow and change shape can be expected to become a curse close to that of a special grade. You are not to engage.”

I know that a curse of special grade ranking should be dealt with by a special grade sorcerer. Where is Gojo-sensei?

“Satoru is currently on a business trip.”

Of course.

A woman comes running towards us, stopped by the gate guards.

“Is Tadashi...my son. Is my son ok?!?”

I turn and see Itadori’s face turn pale. He needs to stop letting his feelings get involved.

“We cannot disclose any more information at this point.” One of the guards explains.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki. We have to save him.” Itadori says.

“Of course.”

Ijichi-san lowers the curtain and I summon Kou.

“If it gets close, Ko-... my dog will let us know.”

“Let’s do this.”

— who dat boy - tyler the creator—

We walk into the building and are immediately caught off guard. The whole place is a maze. I turn around looking for the entrance.

“Damn. Where’s the door?”

Kugisaki and Itadori panic but I explain that Kou would be able to sniff it’s way out, since it remembered the scent of the entrance.

“You’re so reliable Fushiguro.” Itadori says with a smile, a familiar glint in his eyes.

He reacts the same way (y/n) does. They really must be close.

We walk deeper into the maze and find the work yard where the curse had first been seen. A mangled up body lay across from us. Itadori walks up to the body and pulls on the shirt he was wearing.

Tadashi Okazaki

“Is it that woman’s son?” Kugisaki asks.

“We’re bringing this body back. His face isn’t that messed up. She won’t be satisfied if we just tell her that her son is dead.” Itadori responds.

I grab onto his uniform and pull him away from the victim.

“Leave him. We have to confirm that the other two are dead.” I say, knowing exactly who this man is.

“Everytime we look back the path is different. How’re we gonna get back here?” Itadori responds.

“I said leave him. I never said we were coming back. He’s not even worth saving alive, why would I save his dead body.”

Itadori grabs onto the collar of my jacket.

“What’re you talking about?” He says, anger laced in his tone.

“This is a juvenile detention center. I read about what he did to get in here. He was driving without a license and hit a girl who was walking home from school, and that was the second infraction. I know you want to save everyone, so they can die a natural death, but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill someone else in the future?”

Itadori looks at me with a blank stare. Anger festers within him. I can feel his energy shifting.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME!?”

I...can’t answer that.

Kugisaki’s voice tears us away from each others stare.

“Knock it off you two! This isn’t the time or-“

Her body being sucked into a hole on the ground cuts her sentence off. We both stare blankly at the spot where she was standing.

No way.

“There’s no way...my divine dog would have-“

I turn around and see Kou’s head sticking out of the wall. Completely dead. My heart sinks. (y/n).

“Fushiguro!”

I turn towards Itadori, fear building up inside me.

“Run! We’ll find Kugisaki after we get away-“

My words are cut off by the immense amount of cursed energy I suddenly feel beside us. The special grade.

I can’t move. Neither can Itadori...I think.

Itadori suddenly swings his slaughter demon upwards in hopes of at least wounding the special grade. It proves absolutely futile when both the slaughter demon and his hand fly through the air landing a few feet away from us. I look back at Itadori and find his arm gushing with blood.

We’ve lost.

“Fushiguro. Run. Find Kugisaki. Let me know when you get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Fushiguro...Please...”

My heart sinks as I see Itadori’s pleading smile. I know he’s strong, but he’ll die if I leave him with this curse.

Wait.

I nod and find my will to move. I run as fast as I can through the building desperately searching for Kugisaki, my black divine dog leading the way. I finally reach her and, using my frog shikigami, pull her away from the curse that was holding her. We both manage to escape from the building. I drop her off with Ijichi-san, and my divine dog lets out a howl, signaling our escape.

Please let him make it out.

Ijichi-san explains that he’ll take Kugisaki to a doctor, and insists that I come along with him. I refuse and opt to wait for Itadori outside the building. I ask him if he could do his best to bring a sorcerer higher than a grade one when he returns. Although it isn’t likely he will, he agrees and drives away with Kugisaki safely tucked in the backseat.

I wait for what feels like ages. Suddenly, I notice the expanded dormitory has disappeared, which means the special grade curse has died.

Now if Itadori would just come back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar sinister voice.

“If it’s about him, he’s not coming back.”

My whole body tenses up at the sound of that demon’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m in a good mood right now. Let’s talk.”

Where’s Itadori? He should have switched back by now.

“He seems to be having some trouble, but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll switch back. So I thought about what I could do in the meantime.” Sukuna says, an evil grin creeping across his face.

I watch as Sukuna buries his fist inside Itadori’s chest and rips out his heart. My eyes widen as I watch him hold Itadori’s still beating heart in his hand.

“I’m taking this brat hostage!”

He can live without the heart but...Itadori can’t. He’ll die if he switches back.

“Itadori will come back, even if his death is the result...that’s just the type of person he is.” I say, my heart racing.

“You think too highly of him. Just a while ago he was so scared while on the verge of death. He was a mess you know. Talking about (y/n) and why he’s sorry and how he’ll miss them. How pathetic.”

(y/n). Dammit.

My mind is racing as I stare at Itadori’s body, covered with tattoos and gushing red hot blood.

I’ll try and make him restore Itadori’s heart before he comes back by convincing him that he can’t win with a heartless body. I have to. But is that even possible? For someone who couldn’t even move in front of a special grade curse. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.

“I’m finally outside, Let’s make use of this space!”

I quickly summon Nue to fight Sukuna. Although I’m using my shikigami, I’ll fight him myself as well. I think I manage to land a blow, but it’s quickly blocked.

“Put some more curse behind your blows!” Sukuna says before punching me in the face.

I summon my Serpent and with the help of Nue, I manage to restrain Sukuna.

“Don’t give him a chance!” I yell to my shikigami, hoping that I’d be able to hold him long enough to land a critical blow.

I watch in shock as Sukuna rips my Serpent apart, freeing himself. Without a second to think, I find him grabbing onto the back of my shirt, flinging me into the air. He follows me up into the sky and hits me hard against the back of my head. I fly aimlessly through the air, but Nue scoops me into its wings and softens the blow of the landing. I turn and pet it’s head.

Nue is at its limit. I have to undo the spell before it’s destroyed. I carelessly used my shikigami and now my Serpent and Kou are both destroyed.

Sukuna lands in front of me.

“Your shikigami use shadow as a medium, don’t they?” He asks.

“So what?”

“Hmmm, you don’t get it do you?

I give him a questioning look, still disoriented from the beating I just received.

“What a waste of talent...in any case, I’m not going to heal the brat. He’s not even worth fighting for.”

“Well I save people...unfairly.”

I let out all of my curse, allowing the blue tinted energy to flow through and around me.

“You’re going to get fired up now? That’s good! Well then. Entertain me Fushiguro Megumi!!”

I begin reciting a chant usually done by shinto priests that is believed to summon the dead. Also known as “The ten sacred treasures.” My thoughts are spinning, disorienting me more.

(y/n). What would they think of me? How could I face them if I lose Itadori.

— goodbye - billie eilish —

I stop, realizing the only way to win is to pull Itadori out of his own head, no matter the cost.

“Itadori, I know you can hear me. I didn’t have any logical reason to save you and (y/n) back then. Even if it was dangerous, even if they are a liability, I couldn’t watch good people die. I had some doubts but... ultimately I made a selfish choice driven by my emotions. But that’s fine. So to answer your question...I saved you because...because I’m not a hero. I’m a sorcerer. I never regretted saving you two. Not even once.”

The tattoos on his body begin to fade, and Itadori’s face resurfaces.

“I see...You’re smart Fushiguro and I think the way you live your truth is right. But I don’t think I’m wrong either.”

Itadori’s chest gushes blood and his body becomes limp.

“Ah, it’s almost time for me... Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei...I guess I don’t have to worry about them anymore. Live a long life Fushiguro, and tell (y/n)...I...love....the-“

His body hits the ground creating a puddle of blood. Tears form in my onyx eyes.

I have to go home to (y/n)...what will I tell them. I’m sorry (y/n). I couldn’t save him.

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omgjasminesimone · 4 years

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Juvenile Delinquents Part 4

Logan x MC

Previous Part: Part 3

Next Part: Part 5

Word Count: 3300

Author’s Note: I was super unmotivated to write this (which is why it’s been like 2 months since the last part), but then I sat down and wrote the whole thing in one sitting! So if it’s bad, that’s why.

“Hey! I was listening to that!” Mona complains, wheeling herself out from under the car she was working on.

“No one wants to hear that heavy metal shit.” Colt insists, turning up the radio now that he’s set it to West Coast hip hop.

“I really wish you had left for college.” Mona gripes.

Colt smirks at her. “You and my mom.”

“Would you guys focus? We have a lot of work to get through today.” Ximena insists, rolling herself out from under the truck she’s working on.

“Ughh, too much work.” Toby complains.

Logan rolls his eyes at all of them, intensely focused as he digs in the open hood of the expensive Maserati a wealthy athlete brought in yesterday night. He’s slightly startled when her arms wrap around his chest from behind, but he quickly relaxes into her embrace.

Ellie places a kiss to the skin just above the neck of his oil stained white t-shirt. Logan turns to face her, careful not to touch her with his hands covered in motor oil. Ellie’s arms move up to wrap around his neck, pulling him close.

She smiles up at him. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He returns, leaning down to kiss her. He means for it to be chaste, but Ellie deepens it, obviously not caring that they have an audience.

“Ughh, get a room.” Colt complains, tossing the magazine he was reading to the card table housing the radio.

Ellie bites down on Logan’s bottom lip softly before pulling away. “That’s not a bad idea, except that I’m heading out.” Ellie retorts, speaking to Colt but looking at Logan.

“Hanging out with Riya?” Logan asks

“No, me and Darius are going to go check out UCSD. It’s his number one pick for college.” Ellie explains.

“Nerd.” Mona insults, and Ellie turns to stick her tongue out playfully.

Ellie turns back to Logan. “I’ll be back later. But first, one more for the road.” She kisses him again, every bit as passionate as the first one. Logan instinctively starts to put his hands on her hips before he remembers that he doesn’t want to stain her clothes and stops himself. Ellie seems to sense his hesitation, so she firmly grips his wrists and places his oil covered hands on the back pockets of her denim skirt.

She pulls away and grins at him, twisting her head to check out her handy work. Two neat black hand prints adorn her backside. She winks at him over her shoulder after she turns around, giving him a view of his hand prints on her. “Something to remember you by.” She quips before she leaves.

Logan stares after her like a lovesick puppy, leaning against the Maserati.

“She’s been around an awful lot lately.” Kaneko’s tone makes it clear he doesn’t like this.

Logan clenches his jaw. He likes that Ellie likes to stay over. Waking up beside her in the loft is the best way to start his day. “I didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to have guests.” He settles on as a response.

“...We wouldn’t want her to hear or see anything she shouldn’t.” Kaneko presses, eyes hard and daring Logan to retort.

“.....School starts next week, she’ll be too busy studying and filling out college applications to be here all the time.” Logan replies.

Kaneko nods, seemingly pleased with that response.

Logan turns back to the car, getting back to work. He’s been dreading the start of Ellie’s senior year. He’s going to miss her constant presence, but it’s probably for the best. She has a bright future, and he doesn’t want to drag her down. The more time she spends in the garage with career criminals, the more likely it becomes that he’ll ruin her.

...

A few weeks later

“Logan.”

Logan stretches his right arm as he wakes, his left arm wrapped loosely around Ellie. They have less space in her twin bed versus his queen at the loft, but he definitely doesn’t mind being all snuggled up with her.

“Happy birthday to you…” Ellie sings, giggling a little when he groans.

“Happy birthday to you…” she runs a hand through his messy morning hair.

“Happy birthday Dear Logan… happy birthday to you!” She concludes with a kiss to his bare chest.

Logan peels an eye open, looking up at Ellie as she grins down at him from her position resting her head on his chest. “How do you know it’s my birthday?” He certainly hadn’t told her. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to do so, since no one has ever cared about his birthday before.

She kisses him again, on the lips this time. “It’s a public record since you’re a juvenile delinquent and all. Just had to google your inmate number.”

“I thought my juvenile records were sealed.” Logan mumbles, rubbing sleep from his eye.

“They are. Your inmate number doesn’t connect to your name or picture or anything.” Ellie explains. “But don’t get into any more trouble, now that you’re 18 it’s big boy jail for you.” Ellie teases.

“....Does that make you jail bait?”

Ellie pauses to ponder that. “I guess technically, but you know I’d never turn you in. You better hope my dad never walks in on us though. He would definitely make sure you were prosecuted.”

Logan gulps. even though he knows Detective Wheeler is out of town this weekend. He only stays over at Ellie’s when there’s no chance of her father showing up.

They’ve seen less of each other since the school year started. Ellie studies a lot, and the Crew has had a lot of illegal jobs Logan can’t have Ellie around for. So when Ellie invited him over for the weekend, he jumped at the opportunity. He sleeps much better beside her.

Logan gently grasps the back of Ellie’s neck, pulling her down into a kiss. “You’re worth the potential jail time.”

It’s several long moments before Ellie pulls away. “Guess what I’ve got planned for today.” She reveals excitedly.

“Please don’t throw me a party.” Logan pleads.

Ellie frowns. “Why won’t you let me celebrate you?”

“I want to celebrate privately, just me and you Troublemaker, in bed.” Logan reveals, hands ghosting over her curves.

Ellie playfully swats his hands away, sitting up and throwing her t-shirt back on from the crumbled pile on the floor where Logan threw it last night. “There will be time for that later, but Riya, Darius, and your friends are all already coming over for your party this afternoon.”

Logan furrows his brow, sitting up as well. Ellie tosses him his shirt, and he reluctantly puts it on. “My friends? You mean the crew? They’re not my friends. They’re coworkers I get along with.”

Ellie rolls her eyes. “They’re your friends, besides maybe Colt. But he’s coming too.”

...

Ellie spends the morning baking him a cake, and decorating the house for the party. Logan is overwhelmed by the amount of caring she’s putting into this. It’s an unfamiliar feeling for anyone to give a damn about him, and he tries not to let himself get too accustomed to it.

Eventually, Ellie’s friends and his coworkers arrive, with food and drinks. Considering how different their ‘friend’ groups are, they all get along surprisingly well.

They’re in the middle of a raucous game of Never Have I Ever, that Ellie was definitely about to lose (she never fails to surprise Logan, he’s learning some truly wild things about her from this game), when Colt gets a text message.

He exchanges looks with the rest of the crew. “Hey guys, it’s my dad. He needs help back at the shop.” Colt says shortly. It’s clearly not a shop thing, but a gang thing.

Logan taps Ellie’s thigh so she’ll slide off his lap, starting to get up from the lazy boy armchair to follow the rest of the crew.

“No way birthday boy, we’ve got this. Enjoy your party.” Ximena insists, hugging him warmly before she ushers the crew out the door, not giving him any chance to protest.

Ellie pouts. “We can’t have a party with only four people.”

Logan shrugs. “That’s three more than are usually present for my birthday party.”

“See? That’s just sad Logan. Now I’m making sure you get a real party. Darius, is Brent still having that thing tonight?” Ellie questions.

“Yep. The annual Brent Vandermeer back to school bash is still a thing.” Darius replies, sounding bored at the mere notion of going.

“You don’t seriously want to go to that, do you? After how last time that’s how Ingrid found out about the drugs and turned you in?!” Riya asks incredulously.

Logan frowns. “This sounds like a bad idea Ellie.”

Ellie rolls her eyes at the concern from Logan and Riya. “I do seriously want to go. Come on, don’t be such wet blankets.”

Logan wants to argue more, but Ellie is already heading upstairs to change and do her make-up, so he knows her mind is already made up.

...

Logan groans as Ellie grinds her ass against him as they dirty dance in the middle of Brent’s colossal mansion. She’s been teasing him all night. “When can we get out of here?” Logan says loudly into her ear so she can hear him over the booming bass. He needs to have her all to himself.

She turns around to face him, kissing him heatedly. “Patience is a virtue.” she assures him.

“Fuck Ellie, I’ve been very patient. And it’s my birthday.” He’s never had a chance to pull the it’s my birthday card before, since no one else has ever cared.

She looks like she’s wavering, but then she spots something over his shoulder. “I’m going to go get you some more jungle juice.” She announces, giving him another quick kiss before walking away.

Logan sighs, running a hand through his hair. He spots Riya and Darius over by the food and goes to join them.

Logan watches Ellie go up to the guy who she introduced him to earlier, Brent, the spoiled rich kid who lives in this house.

Riya hiccups, she’s had a lot to drink. “It’s cool how you’re cool with Ellie hanging out with Brent.” She slurs.

Logan raises a brow and Darius subtly tries to elbow Riya, but she doesn’t seem to realize she said something wrong.

“Why wouldn’t I be cool with it?” Logan questions.

“No reason.” Darius insists, but Riya speaks over him.

“Brent was Ellie’s first everything, they hooked up for a long time sophomore year.” Riya reveals.

Logan’s eyes narrow as he watches Ellie slip Brent something, obviously drugs. Riya seems to mistake his anger at being about the relationship, so she hurries to continue.

“But don’t worry Logan, after her mom died Ellie was really a mess. Brent was just a phase. And I think she only slept with him because she knew Ingrid liked him. Ellie used to be like that. But now she’s much better! And I think you’re really good for her.”

That makes Logan feel guilty for a moment. Good for her? He’s a gang member who’s dragging her deeper and deeper into a life of crime much beyond selling recreational drugs to spoiled rich kids. But if he’s good for anything, it’s protecting Ellie from herself. He watches her take a pill Brent offers her before he storms over.

“What are you doing?” He asks harshly, gripping her arm.

“Would you relax? It’s a party. Let me get you one so you can loosen up.” Ellie replies.

“I don’t do drugs.” Logan insists.

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Gee, think you could say that again, but even more judgmental this time?” Ellie mocks.

“Why the fuck are you still selling drugs? I thought you were stopping, with college admissions right around the corner.” Logan presses, not releasing her arm when she tries to twist away from him.

“I can take care of myself. I know what I’m doing.” Ellie bites back.

But Logan knows she has no idea what she’s doing. The type of circles she’s running in lately. There could easily be a raid on the garage, and if she’s carrying a ton of drugs, she could get serious time. The kind of time that derails college plans.

“Let’s go.” Logan insists, trying to tug her towards his waiting car parked in the driveway.

Ellie manages to free her arm from his hold. “I’m having a good time. Go if you want to. I’ll take a Dryve home.” She storms away from him, and Logan watches her go with a clenched fist.

She approaches another group at the party, discreetly exchanging drugs for cash.

Logan shakes his head, not even wanting to watch this. He storms out to his car, slamming the car down harshly. He winces when it closes roughly. He shouldn’t have done that. But he’s just so worked up.

He just can’t understand Ellie Wheeler. Why a girl with everything seems to be so intent on throwing it all away. He only turned to crime as a last resort, a choice between that or sleeping in a box under the underpass. Whereas with Ellie, she had every choice in the world. But she just chooses to be bad for no reason.

Maybe he should cut ties with her. His heart twists painfully at the very thought, but he can’t afford the kind of trouble she seems to bring now that he’s legally an adult. Maybe at least the night apart will be good for them, give them both time to think.

He’s about to drive away when he notices the police cruisers approaching. they don’t have their lights or sirens on, obviously trying to be inconspicuous, but he’s spent so much time running from the cops that he has somewhat of a sixth sense for them.

He should drive away now, before they breathalyze him and get him on a parole violation of underage drinking. Logan sighs, running an irritated hand down his face. He can’t leave her here.

He slinks out of the car, leaving the door open so he can make a quick escape. Ellie is dancing with Brent, and the spoiled prick has his hands all over her. Ellie seems fairly out of it from whatever she took, and Riya and Darius are nowhere to be seen.

Logan squelches his irritation at the sight, approaching the pair and gently pulling Ellie to him.

“Hey man-” Brent starts to protest, but immediately shuts up when Logan shoots him a dark look.

“Logan? You’re still here?” Ellie questions, speech slightly slurred.

He ignores her question, tugging her towards the car. “We have to go.” He explains.

“But I’m having a good time-” She starts.

“Cops.” Logan says shortly, and Ellie immediately seems to sober up. He no longer needs to basically drag her out of the house, she’s walking quickly now, although she’s a little wobbly.

“Fuck.” Logan curses when they get outside. The cops have started to leave their vehicles, heading towards them. “Run!” Logan instructs, and they take off at a sprint to his waiting vehicle.

“Stop right there!” A cop yells, but Logan doesn’t listen, flooring the accelerator.

The cops start to attempt to close the gate to stop them, but Logan just speeds up, and the cops eventually jump away to avoid being hit as Logan squeezes through the small gap in the fence.

A few cop cars quickly start to pursue them,

Logan speeds through traffic, weaving dangerously in an attempt to shake them, but they’re still on his tail.

“Seatbelt.” He barks at Ellie, and she quickly buckles herself in. He swerves suddenly and flies off the overpass, the cops stopping on the bridge. They hit the road below hard, and Logan turns off his headlights as he tries to blend back in with traffic.

It’s several minutes before he’s confident he’s lost them. He pulls off onto a dirt road of a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.

Ellie giggles, and then starts laughing heartily.

Logan looks at her incredulously.

“I can’t believe we just did that! That was pretty impressive. I’m not sure how the cops caught you on your last joy ride.” Ellie praises, leaning in to kiss him.

Logan turns his head so she gets his cheek instead. Ellie frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“This. This is wrong.” Logan answers, gesturing between the two of them. “Girls like you aren’t supposed to be hanging out with guys like me. Girls like you aren’t supposed to end up in juvie. Girls like you aren’t supposed to be drug dealers.”

Ellie’s eyes well with tears as she glares at him, not letting them fall over to give him the satisfaction of her tears. “You’re constantly judging me. Why can’t you just accept who I am?!”

“I’m not judging you. I’m trying to save you from yourself.” Logan insists.

“That’s funny, coming from someone who can’t seem to even save himself.” Ellie retorts bitterly.

Logan’s eyes narrow. “What does that mean?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? That I don’t know what you are? All that time at the garage, you didn’t think I would catch on?” Ellie presses.

Logan’s heart drops into his stomach. “Catch on to what?” He’s not going to say it, hopeful she doesn’t actually know what she’s talking about. If she does, Kaneko certainly isn’t going to like it.

“The crew, or really the gang. The Mercy Park Crew, notorious LA criminals. The stolen cars. The ‘jobs’ you’d run out for. I’m not stupid, and I know everything.” Ellie reveals.

Logan buries his face in his hands “Fuck.” He mutters. This is bad.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. I’d never turn you in. I’m not a snitch.” Ellie insists.

“Your word isn’t going to be enough for Kaneko.” Logan insists.

“But is it enough for you? Do you trust me Logan?”

Logan lifts a shaking hand to cup her face, the adrenaline from the chase running out now. “I trust you with my life Troublemaker.”

Ellie places her hand over his. “Good. Your life is in good hands.” She teases, and he chuckles.

Logan pulls Ellie over the seat and into his lap. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes, burying his nose into her hair.

Ellie gently plays with his hair. “I know.”

“I didn’t mean to lie to you.” Logan continues.

“You’re not that great of a liar.” Ellie retorts, and Logan laughs again. “I’m sorry too.” Ellie adds.

“For what?” Logan questions, pulling back slightly so he can look at her.

“I know that I’m.....difficult. And that you don’t get why I am the way I am. I definitely have my walls up, but I don’t want to push you away. Because....I love you Logan. I know I’ve only known you for a couple of months, but I do.” There’s several moments of silence after her confession, before Logan finally speaks.

“I think I love you too.” Logan whispers, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

Ellie quirks a brow. “You ‘think’?” She echoes.

“I’ve never loved anyone before so it’s hard to be sure, but I don’t know any other words to describe how I feel about you. So, I’m pretty sure I love you. No wait, I’m sure. I love you.” Logan finally concludes, kissing her gently as he hugs her to him.

Their make out session quickly becomes heated. “Let’s go back to the loft.” Ellie suggests. “We’re going to need bigger than a twin bed to properly show how much we love each other.”

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