Louis was a mechanic, a burly, messy man from the south. the kind of guy who knew way to much about vehicles and said good morning to his neighbors every morning. and you, were a nerd. just a little guy. but you two were glued to the hip. and not just because louis was always covered with glue. he kept you company, you kept him relaxed. you balanced each other out.

but for a burly southern mechanic, he was quite… you know. fruity. he totally liked guys. he knew that, kind of? he just never really thought about it. he was just kinda cool with it. and he was also kinda cool with the fact he was totally in love with you. it drove him crazy sometimes, he’d catch himself thinking about you when he would listen to love songs, or just, staring at you. yearning you when you left. so he made sure to enjoy the time he had with you.

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you were in louis’ garage, he was under his car, propped on his creeper, trying to change his oil. he was a mechanic, obviously hed do it himself. but he went quiet after a moment, suddenly sliding back up, sighing. he was covered in oil. he called you over.

“Help me, would ya? my hand ‘r too slippery.. cant grip the oil filter..”

he asked, his tone laid back and neighborly as always.