#car trouble

[rhetthammersmithhorror]

Space Mutiny | 1988

[xinmin-exe]

[guys.. I was the victim in a hit and run and want to cry so badly.. so here’s the 141 helping reader with their car]

In the morning, when you get to work it’s just a little harder to get out of the car. You know you’ll need to get a quote for the damages to see if it’s just cosmetic or not. As a secretary for the military, you don’t get paid much. Your mind already thinking about how you’ll have to cut back to pay for the repairs.

The 141, ever observant, notice immediately when something is wrong with their secretary. (Yes their, it doesn’t matter that technically you work for multiple groups, you’re their secretary) At lunch, Soap is the first one to bring it up. “Ye haven’t smiled M'eudail,” he says as he walks up to your desk. When you don’t answer right away. “Bonnie… tell meh what’s wrong, eh?” He coos quietly, scooting closer. The quiet tone, the gentle hand on your back just breaks you. You start to cry, letting out all your stress and anxiety.

Soap, ever the charmer, hugs you and gently pats your back. His heart absolutely shatters when you off-handedly mention that you’ll probably have to start skipping meals again to save up enough to repair the car. After you finish crying, soap wipes your tears away and tells you to stay here and wait.

He all but runs to Price’s office and explained what you told him. Kyle’s eye twitches with anger and Soap swears that Simon looks like he’s contemplating killing someone, even more than usual. Price? Deadly silent, but if anyone else asks? Price was contemplating just buying you a new car.

“Cap?” Kyle turns his head to look at him. “Mm..” he hums absentmindedly as he begins to type. “Paperwork? After what eh I just told ye?” Soap looks confused. Kyle leans over Price’s shoulder and chuckles. Oh the screen, a time off request for you was there and half-approached already. “Cap.. really?” Kyle asks, his eyebrow twitching up. He was watching as price made the request for you. Price just shrugs as he continues to type. “Deserves it, am I wrong?” He asks the group, and no one objects because you do deserve the break. They all see how hard you work, often staying even later than Price does. The early mornings where you have more coffee than Simon, or when you skip meals like Kyle.

The paperwork was on your desk by lunch, your brows pinched in confusion because you know you didn’t request any time off. When you go to ask Captain Price about he, he shots you that one look. The same one you’ve seen him use on the others, a dominating look telling you not to push the issue.

You try to protest, try to explain that you need the money right now. But Price puts his hand up. “It’ll be handled, just go home.” He tells you vaguely. But how can you go home? Your car is practically totaled and it was a miracle you even got to work this morning. But silly you, the 141 is an elite task force known for their skills in observation. So of course as you’re packing up to go home, Simon’s leaning against the nearby wall absentmindedly twirling his car keys on his finger.

And when you get home? Tucked into the doorframe is an envelope, unmarked and as plain as can be. But inside, literal hundreds. When you turn around to ask Simon about it, he shrugs and drive off with a small, “Johnny’s a bleeding heart.” Within the week, your car is back in your driveway, practically brand new. All the damage from the hit and run fixed and even some things that were needing to be fixed. Inside is a little handwritten note, “you aren’t alone.”

The 141 doesn’t like outsiders, never have never will. But they take care of their own.

[enriquemzn262]

Oh yeah, yesterday I had a puncture on my front right tire after hitting a pothole, had to switch it to the back after we found it compromised the side of the tire, it was fixable, but has the potential later on of catastrophically failing, so it’s better safe than sorry.

I could just buy a new one, but right now I have other priorities, and I also have the spare tire to get me out of trouble worse is to come sooner than expected.

Man, January just can’t fucking end any soon…

[flarpu]

Instead of fixing my car I like to stay #positive and laugh at all the funny rattling squeaking and scraping noises it makes.

[thegoodmorningman]

"Oh cool. Thanks for putting in the extra effort. I'll remember this when the inevitable layoffs kick in and if they pick you, I'll feel extra bad. Happy Monday!!!"

[dexfantasyimages]

Car Trouble

[peanutbutter-nutella]

Don't talk to me when my favorite song is on okay

[hyperfixiation-station]

Im currently sitting on the side of the road because my car broke down...so enjoy readers car getting broken down a Simon helping(this is like...and idea of an idea, not we thought through)

So imagine you're driving, and all of sudden you're car starts flashing lights at you and you just manage to pull over before it suddenly just stops on you.

You call your cousin in near tears explaining what happened, and he says he'll get to yku but not for another hour.

So you sit in your car, overheating, when suddenly a man in a motorcycle pulls up next to you. He gets off, pulling off his helmet and shaking out his blonde curls. His face is scarred, but incredibly handsome.

He comes up to your window, asking if you're alright and if you'd like some help. You nod numbly, popping the hood and watching his shirt bulge as he bends over your car.

He straightens up and informs you that you'll have to get a tow with that lovely, gravely voice of his. Lucky for you though, he knows a guy and can get you a deal.

He types the number in your phone and hands it back to you with a wink.

"Tell 'em Simon sent ya, kay sweetheart?" You don't even look at your phone till you watch him speed off.

There's 2 contact now saved in your phone. The number for Soap's Automotive Services, and another one saved under Simon Riley.

Ope and there's my cousin, will see you all later