The “i Wanna Go Home” Never Leaves My Head Even When I’m Physically Sitting In My Bed

Still not his final design.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not gonna ask if you're okay, because I know you're not."

"Are you okay? Sorry, stupid question."

"Are you okay- oh. Oh! No, yeah, you're definitely not okay."

"Are you okay- Wait, is that... blood?!"

"I was going to ask if you're okay, but I think it's better if we just skip that and go straight to the hospital."

"I know you're not okay, but are you okay?"

"How not okay are you right now?"

"Can I ask if you're okay, or will you bite my head off for it?"

"Are you- Woah, there's no need for the death glare, I wasn't gonna ask that!"

"You're not dead, are you? Good. Just checking."

i don’t want to live like this. i only exist at this point. all i do is distract my mind so i don’t kill myself

my favourite john price fics always have a reader that's a little like a feral cat. untrusting, biting, scratching at anyone that tries to help. but he's always just holding them by the scruff of their neck at arms length until the useless clawing ceases and he can curl them into his chest.

Call her tiramisu the way she’s full of espresso and lady fingers

hehehrhe >:)

Simon: Well look who got caught under the mistletoe Y/N: IS THIS WHY YOU CONERNED ME WITH THAT KNIFE?!