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â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ - John’s Blog

John! Heyy!!! I’m coming after you today! Yay! Soo, I have a question! Why did you stop referring to Lestrade as â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ and start to call him by name?

Oh yeah… You only call him by name after Sherlock jumped off Bart’s… Well damn, John. Either you stopped protecting his identity, or, the blog isn’t real after the ‘Hello Boys!’ post, and it’s all in Sherlock’s mind from there. (I have more evidence tucked away here)

So we start at the ASiP post:

Nothing unusual here. John is protecting Lestrade’s identity, it’s all fine.

He does it again in TGG post:

And, I can only think in the Aluminium Crutch post, this is Lestrade as well:

See? It’s all fine. Everything is fine, they can hardly reveal the identity of the man who’s helping them at Scotland Yard.

That is until, The Orient Express post… The 6th post after Sherlock’s death:

Oh look… You mentioned Lestrade, by name. Like everyone knows who he is, yet, Lestrade as a name is never mentioned on the blog before this.

So John just stopped using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“, for some reason? It is never used again and from here, Greg is all that is said. Not even Lestrade: 

So, why John? Why stop using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ to protect peoples names, not just Lestrade’s?

Is it because the blog hasn’t actually been written by you since TRF? Because we’re still there? Is the blog really just what Sherlock wrote in his mind before he fully slipped into dreams and stopped writing it? Because Sherlock does know Lestrade’s name, we know that. (Especially if you think S3 is EMP as well as S4). So what’s stopping Sherlock from writing Lestrade’s name down, when the blog isn’t real at all, after a certain point? That’s right, nothing is. It’s easier to just say Lestrade’s name than using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“.

So, if you didn’t believe me before about John’s blog… Does this sway you? Because it just seems like conclusive proof to me. Or it might not be and there could be a reasonable explanation to this but, I can’t see it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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I Want Her P7

I Want Her Masterlist

Author: @riversong-sam
Word Count: 508
Parings: Jensen x Reader
Warnings: character death, memories of kidnapping and assault, angst, comforting!Jensen  
A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Jensen was shook from his thoughts when you started to whimper and clutch his shirt tighter.

“Shh (Y/N)” he rocks you.

You barely registered Jensen holding you. The memories in your dreams held you too tight.

“No! Please don’t hurt them please.” You cry

“(Y/N)! Wake up!” Jensen was worried now that you started shouting and begging.   

You wake with a start and it takes a moment before you realize where you are. It takes another before you start sobbing and less than that for Jensen to crush you to his chest and let you sob against him.

Jensen looks over to Ryan feeling helpless. Ryan just looks back sadly.

“There’s a bedroom down the hall you can take her to. We’ll be here.”

“Thanks” he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, lying with you on the bed.

“Please let me help you.” He whispers holding you close.

It takes several minutes before you stop crying, and a while longer after that before you talk to him.

“This man..”

Jensen lightly rubs your back waiting for you. He wasn’t going to push you’d tell him on your own.

“I was just about four weeks after my medical discharge from the marines. I was still recovering from the bullet wound I received my last tour. He was in my home when I got back from physical therapy. My son was..” you start to cry again.

“He was so little Jensen. So little barely two years old.” You cling to his warm embrace and it’s another few minutes before you can speak again.

“My baby was on the floor with my husband. They’d both been shot, execution style once to the back of the head.”

Jensen pulls you closer and you hear him sniff. It’s obvious he’s crying too.  

“I called 911. There was a fight with this man and we were gone before the cops arrived. He held me for a year before Ryan and the rest of my old team were able to find me. He did awful things to me.”

“Why didn’t they just kill him?”

You were surprised by his statement, “I don’t know but I wished they did. He swore he’d escape and come for me.”

“(Y/N) I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

“Jensen no please you can’t help! I can’t lose you too.”

“(Y/N) I love you. It’s my choice to help.”

You look up at him, “You love me?”

He nods brushing your stray tears away, “I don’t expect you to feel the same, but it doesn’t change my decision.”

“Jensen I care for you deeply. I wouldn’t call it love I’m not quite ready for that yet. But I don’t think I could handle you getting hurt or dead because of me.”

“(Y/N).”

“Jensen please he’s very dangerous. I have the scars to prove it.”

“Scars?”

“Ten whipping scars and a few of my stab scars are from him.” you whisper.

Jensen growls lowly and you bury your face in his chest. He’d protect you no matter what.

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