A World of Safety Violations(Johnlock)
- LECTURAS 101
- Votos 5
- Partes 6
John recognized the boy that floated in the pool below him. He was a high class weirdo who could tell your life story before you even knew what you wanted to do with it yourself. John had never caught his name seeing as it was always replaced with vile chants of 'Freak' and 'Psychopath' coming from the cutting tongues of his peers. Now John's mind filled with worry for this beautiful, evasive illusion of a boy and he wanted nothing more than to go down and fish him out the water and tell him that no one else would call him any harsh names ever, because he, John Watson, would not allow it. And so he did... Well he tried. In hindsight it feels more like the boy fished John Watson out of the air, and threw him in the deep end.
And so, John Watson learns to swim.
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