you’re the mechanic fixing my car. It’s hot as hell how are you wearing that jumpsuit but - OH SHIT YOU’RE TAKING THE TOP HALF OFF. wait you’re wearing a shirt but damn your muscles au! Felicity Smoak and Logan Howlett
How was he wearing that jumpsuit?
Felicity was honestly confused as she gripped her IPhone tighter in her hand as the rugged mechanic began to work on Petunia. Petunia was her car, her baby.
(and dammit Sara she is not named after Harry Potter’s asshole aunt)
The mechanic, a Mr. Howlett, was the shortest and ruggedest man she’d ever met, even more so than Oliver. He looked around an inch taller than her when she was standing (and not in this goddamn wheelchair) with wild brown hair, a cut beard and broad shoulders.
She saw him pause and began to unbutton his jumpsuit. Oh shit, this is not good for my hormones.
Mr. Howlett stopped then let out a loud snort. “N-Not good for your hormones?” He bellowed.
Felicity gasped in horror. “Did I talk out loud?” Again?
“Yeah.” Mr. Howlett replied with a wide grin. He took the top half of his jumpsuit off and revealed to be wearing a white tank top.
“Oh.” She muttered. “This is embarrassing.”
“No, it isn’t. I think it’s cute.” Logan replied.
“Wut?” Felicity replied in shock. Logan just grinned and continued to work on her car.
Bonus Scene:
Felicity felt the life grasp out of her as the man, Striker, lifted her high into the air. He looked pissed and angry and Felicity saw Sara and Oliver desperately trying to get to her with Digg and Roy bringing up the ranks.
Suddenly there was a roar and as Striker’s grip tightened, it was suddenly released and Felicity crumbled with her lifeless legs under her. She looked to where Striker was and saw her fiance, Logan, attacking Striker with his former bone claws now silver metal. Then Victor was in front of her, wrapping her up.
“Goddamn girlie.” Victor snarled as he sniffed. “Does Logan know?”
“That I’m pregnant? Not a chance.” Felicity replied, wrapping her arms around his thick neck. “I just want to go home, Victor.”
“OK, just a minute.” Victor muttered, then he muttered something lowly and Logan froze. He then snapped Striker’s neck and sprinted back towards them.
“You’re pregnant!?” Logan shouted at her, looking ecstatic.
“I want to go home, Logan.” Felicity’s eyes began to fill with tears. Logan softened and took her from Victor.
“Me and Lissy’s grunts will deal with the dumbasses.” Victor grunted. “Get her out of here.” Logan nodded, pulled her closer to him and jumped out the window.
“Alright, who’s next?” Victor snarled, cracking his knuckles.