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John Price is the type of hold your hand no matter what you both are doing. It brings him comfort and gives him prove of your existance.
He'd hold your hand as you both walk through the farmer's markets on Saturday, watching the various stalls with their prodcuts on display. He'll pick up your favourite flowers, and stop at a stall for some coffee and scones all while holding onto your hand.
You're both watching the soccer on the sofa while you rest on top of him, your head on his chest. John will lazily fiddle with your fingers before interwining his fingers with yours.
Taking a bath together as John subconciously traces the contours of your body but at the end finds his way to your hand to hold it.
Cafe dates are a weekly thing when he is not on deployment. You'll both be sitting at a table sipping your drinks with your accompanying meal. You'll be talking, gushing over whatever piqued your interest that week while John continues to hold your hand, rubbing his calloused thumb over your knuckles as he smiles earnestly while giving you his full attention.
He'll also hold your hand when he comes home drunk from the pub and needs to take a shit. He'll shit on the toilet and hold your hand because he's scared a shark with jump out of the toilet bowel and bite his arse. So your job is to hold his hand while he shits and pull him off the toilet when the 'toilet shark' does attack.
soap coming up to you at a bar, hitting on you, buying you a drink, leaning in to talk in your ear. and a guy comes up to you to loudly ask 'is this guy bothering you?' and soap throws his head back and laughs as you roll your eyes and say 'yes but he's my boyfriend so he's allowed to'
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You ask Simon for another favor :)
Simon bumps into you, a troubled woman whose boyfriend kicked her out after he found out she's pregnant
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You call him again. You have to. To apologize. And it goes straight to voicemail.
“Hey, Simon. Just wanted to say I'm so sorry. That was the last favor. I won’t be a nuisance anymore. At least I'll try... sorry.” you say and hang up, promising yourself not to dial this number ever again.
Now you have to find a job. “Ugh...” you put your head in your hands and groan.
“Hey, Simon. So sorry. Last favor. I promise. Could you...umm... if there are any jobs available... that you know of... could you please inform me? I used to be a receptionist at a hospital... if... if that’s useful information. Thanks. Sorry... again”
‘Fucking shit...’ you think, ‘I can’t keep asking him for favors.’
But he’s the only person who’s shown you any kindness in your time of need.
And he’s the only person you know right now whom you can rely on.
He's the only one you have.
A few days later, he calls you back, but you’re too busy emptying your stomach in the toilet, so he leaves a message saying that he knows of an available job and asks you to meet him in the cafe you went to the night you bumped into each other.
He feels like he will regret this decision, and struggles with himself to let you in or not. But he seems unable to stay away. He has come this far in protecting you. He can't let you down. But the thoughts won't stop prancing around his mind.
What if he’s endangered your safety by his recklessness? While you’re oblivious to the dangers of being with him? And his past... you know nothing of his past. And it’s not fair to you. You have to know the whole picture to make this decision for yourself. But can he trust you?
You meet at the time and place which he chose. He gives you only the information you need to know in order to apply for the job, refraining from spilling too much about himself... for now. And he gives you the number of his captain, John Price whom you should call.
What you don’t know is that they know every little thing about you. Of course they would run a background check on you before giving you any information.
About a week later, one week of pure anxiety and agony due to your pregnancy, also the job application and not hearing even one word from them, Simon calls to let you know that you will be working as his assistant, starting this Monday.
guys please he's so handsome it's unbelievable I CAN'T
He‘s such a cutie. How can y‘all hate him?😭
WHO IS USING THIS
AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
no idea how to color the dog tho