《 Logan Howlett 》 Imagines

Stubborn

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the garage, its warm light filtering through the dusty windows and illuminating the space where an old motorcycle sat in various stages of disassembly. The smell of oil and grease hung in the air, mixed with the scent of the wildflowers blooming just outside.

Logan leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Y/N crouched beside the bike, her hands deep in its engine. Her hair was tied back, a smudge of grease on her cheek, and her brow was furrowed in concentration. She'd been at it for hours, working tirelessly to breathe life back into the old machine.

It was an old Harley that had seen better days, something Logan had picked up years ago, back when the world made a little more sense. It had been a good bike, reliable, sturdy, but time and the lack of care had taken their toll. He'd always meant to get around to fixing it up, but life—and the constant chaos that followed him—had other plans.

Now, watching Y/N pour her heart into the project, Logan couldn't help but feel a swell of admiration for her. She wasn't just mechanically inclined—she was determined, stubborn as hell, and he loved that about her. Even when she got stumped, she refused to ask for help, determined to figure it out on her own.

It was one of the many things that made her different from anyone else he'd ever known. Y/N didn't back down from a challenge, and she sure as hell didn't give up, no matter how tough things got. It was a trait that mirrored his own, one of the reasons he'd been drawn to her in the first place.

Logan smirked as he watched her frown in frustration, wiping her hands on a rag and staring at the engine like it had personally offended her. She muttered something under her breath that he couldn't quite catch, but it made him chuckle softly to himself.

"Somethin' funny, old man?" Y/N asked without looking up, her tone teasing despite the irritation evident in her voice.

Logan's smirk widened. "Just enjoyin' the show, darlin'. You and that bike seem to be gettin' real friendly."

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Yeah, well, this thing is more stubborn than you are. And that's saying something."

Logan chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and strolling over to where she was sitting. He crouched down beside her, his presence as solid and comforting as ever. "You know, you could always ask for help."

Y/N shot him a look, one eyebrow raised. "And let you win? Not a chance."

"Didn't know we were competing," he said, his tone light and playful.

"We're not," she replied, turning her attention back to the engine. "But I've got this."

Logan watched her for a moment, his gaze softening as she dove back into the task at hand, her hands moving with a confidence that only came from someone who knew what they were doing. She was good, really good, but he could see where she was getting tripped up. The bike was old, and some of its quirks weren't immediately obvious, especially to someone who didn't know it like he did.

Still, he didn't say anything. He knew better than to step in unless she asked, and honestly, he found it kind of endearing to watch her figure it out on her own. The way she bit her lip when she was deep in thought, the little frown that creased her forehead, the determined set of her shoulders—it all made his chest tighten in a way that he wasn't entirely used to.

"Dammit," Y/N muttered after a few minutes, sitting back on her heels and glaring at the engine. "What am I missing?"

Logan couldn't help but smile, leaning over slightly to catch her eye. "Need a hint?"

She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," he admitted, his grin widening. "But I like watchin' you work. You don't give up, even when you're frustrated."

Y/N looked at him then, her irritation melting away as she saw the genuine admiration in his eyes. "I don't like giving up," she said softly. "I want to get it right."

"I know," Logan replied, his voice equally soft. "And you will. You just gotta remember, this old thing's got a few tricks up its sleeve. It's been around the block a few times, kinda like me."

Y/N's lips quirked into a small smile. "Yeah? You got any tips for an old timer like this?"

Logan chuckled, reaching over to gently tap a part of the engine that she hadn't yet adjusted. "This here's your problem. It's stickier than it should be. Loosen it up, and you'll get it back in place."

Y/N's eyes followed his hand, and she nodded, immediately understanding what he was saying. "Thanks," she said, her tone grateful but still tinged with that stubborn pride he loved so much.

He watched as she made the adjustment, her movements precise and sure, and then tried starting the engine again. This time, it roared to life, the deep rumble filling the garage and bringing a wide grin to her face.

"There you go," Logan said, his voice tinged with pride. "Told ya you'd figure it out."

Y/N turned off the engine, wiping her hands on the rag again and looking up at him with a satisfied smile. "Couldn't have done it without you."

"Sure you could've," he replied, shrugging. "Just needed a nudge in the right direction."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You know, you're not so bad yourself, Logan. For an old man."

He smirked, leaning in a little closer. "And you're pretty damn good for someone too stubborn to ask for help."

Y/N's smile softened as she met his gaze, her heart warming at the affection she saw there. "Guess we make a good team, huh?"

"Yeah," Logan murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "We do."

And as they sat there in the fading light of the day, surrounded by the scent of oil and metal, Logan realized that this—being with her, working side by side—was exactly where he wanted to be. She was his match in every way, stubborn and strong, with a heart that never backed down from a challenge.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.