461. The Yandere Meme

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THE Y A N D E R E MEME

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Sherlock Holmes ♔ BBC's Sherlock

[deducing_freak]

how romantic....excuse me while I vomit rainbows

[ohai_sexy]

Answer Me!

[ But his attention gets distracted too when the smart phone begins to ring. Of course he can't tell that the ringtone has any sort of signifigance, until he geta a look at his captive's reaction. Seeing that little glint of hope in those most perfect blue eyes. So it wasn't difficult at all to guess. And yes, his blood was just BOILING right now. ]

Well....speak of the devil..

[ Jim narrows his eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he moves over to pick the phone up off the ground. Sure enough. It was the pet. Calling to check in on his master. How infuriating.

So he is going to press the key to accept the call, moving back behind Sherlock as he holds the phone to his ear. Jim moves to the over side, keeping his voice calm with a whisper into his other ear. ]

Don't be shy Sherly, say hello.

But don't you dare tell him what's going on. I don't think you want to drag him into this. This our own personal little affair.

You know you're jealous. And don't mind the short post here.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John raised his brows on the other line as he waited for the other to speak. When he didn't hear anything right away, he became impatient. ]

... Sherlock? Are you there?

I'm really not in the mood tonight, Sherlock. Want to tell me why you've been ignoring my texts?

s'alright I'm tagging from my phone lol don't mind meee

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock keeps still, even when Moriarty leans in close like that. He fights the urge to cringe away and finally answers after a short pause.]

..John?

[His voice is a little weak at first. Sherlock hs to choose his words carefully.]

Sorry, I'm a little tied up at the moment. Seems a friend of mine has caught me and we're having a bit of bonding time together. [Come on now John, you know he doesn't have any friends.] Oh and one more thing, could you water the flowers for me? [Y'now, flowers. As in THE flowers. The ones he threw out? Surely you remember THOSE flowers.] Hopefully you'll catch up with me later, goodnight.

[Sherlock turns his head away to signal he's done talking. Here's hoping he wasn't too vague for the doctor.]

ARE NOT >:P

[ohai_sexy]

[ And here is Moriarty oh so casually eavesdropping in on the conversation. He is just being a little nosy, never mind him. It is a little funny to hear that the call was only about how Sherlock was supposedly ignoring his flatmate and not at all because he had suddenly gone missing. Too rich.

But Jimmy is on to those subtle little hints of yours, detective. Don't try to pull anything over on Jim Moriarty. But he'll allow it. Doubtful that poor Johnny dear would be able to catch on. Even if he did, its not like he would be able to find the warehouse.

When that curly head of hair moves away, Jim smiles and kisses the top of the detective's head. ]

Good boy. [ aaaaand BEEP. End call! ] Daddy's so proud of you.

[ He stands up straight, placing the phone into his own pocket as he walks around to the front of his dearest victim. ] Now then.. Where were we....?

Hope you don't mind if this is godmoding! xD I reckon he'll find the warehouse in his next post?

[mightbeblogging]

[ Unfortunately for Moriarty, John and Sherlock know each other too well. He can already tell something is up by the sound of the consulting detective's voice. His brow furrows as he listens, wanting to cut in, although he quickly realizes listening will benefit him more. Flowers. They don't normally have flowers in the flat. He brought some home once, to 'spruce up' the place a bit, but they didn't last long, quickly falling victim to the fumes from an experiment and dying. ]

Sherlock-! [ But the call has already been dropped. He bites back a curse, shutting his own phone off and pacing in their flat. If Moriarty had Sherlock, then understatement of the year: this couldn't be good. Only problem was, he didn't know where the madman was keeping his flatmate. Hell, it could be anywhere! Next time, be sure to drop a hint to help a bloke figure out where your currently being tortured, Sherlock, thanks

I'm surprised Mycroft wasn't too busy eating cake to answer the phone.....>__>

[deducing_freak]

[It was a slow going process but Sherlock was slowly regaining some minor sensations in his limbs. Enough that he could notice his skin practically crawling when he felt that odd bit of pressure placed ever so gently on top of his head.]

I think this is the part where you begin to make demands and threaten my life.. [You hear that? That's the voice of sarcasm. Sherlock has the utmost faith in John, the doctor will catch on and figure out a plan. He's a soldier after all. It's only a matter of time.]

Mycroft IS godmodding lol he invented it

[ohai_sexy]

Aww~ Sherly, you're crushing my feelings. Now why would I ever want to kill you? If I wanted you dead I would have made sure of it by now.

But see...I like playing with you too much. Thing is..you never want to play with me. That's all fine though, really, I don't mind going out of way to set this all up for you. [ Jim will gesture with his hands. Look at this awesome warehouse! Isn't it neat?! Don't you like it! YOU LIKE IT RIGHT?! ] All of this. Just for us. You and me.

I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Kidnapping John and all that. I'll admit, wasn't very nice. But I just REALLY wanted to get your attention....

[ He offers what looks like a genuine smile, seemingly innocent enough as he stands in front of the detective. Only using his fingertips, Jim lifts Sherlock's chin up so that he can hold him into a stare. ]

Let's just face facts... We're perfect for each other. We'll be going on like this for a long time.... Why not just give it up? I'm the only one who could ever understand you, I mean really understand

I haven't had a chance to play bamf!John in a while.

[mightbeblogging]

[ It took Mycroft less than five minutes to pinpoint Sherlock's exact location. It was all John could do to trick him into not becoming suspicious again. The phone's location was practically in the middle of nowhere. As it were, it might only be a matter of time before the older Holmes brother figured things out and left to do some snooping as well.

John almost left without his gun, but went back for it just in time, before grabbing a cab. The trip was nerve-wracking, of course - and it was all he could do to sit still. It was a warehouse, of course - always a warehouse, middle of nowhere, undisclosed location. Once there, his soldier instincts did kick in. He didn't just barge right in, gun blazing. He was stealthy about it, finding an entrance, sneaking in... and then jumping in surprise when he heard voices.

Moriarty. It hadn't been long enough since he'd last heard it. ]

John needs some badass background music going on right now.

[deducing_freak]

[Feelings? Yeah right. As if Moriarty had anything akin to feelings, that was down right laughable. But Sherlock will contain himself. Whatever little bit of mobility he has managed to obtain will allow him to suddenly jerk his head away from Jim's reach, shooting a darkened glare up at him response.]

Hmph. Please. You're no different then all the others who've tried to convince me that I'm just like them.

[Makes you think, just how many mortal enemies one man can really have. Seriously though, if that's such a popular consensus, then it might kinda sorta possibly be true. At least a little bit. Not that Sherlock hasn't already considered that as a possibility. Not everyone can be wrong, right?]

And a corny 80s/90s catch phrase or something.

[ohai_sexy]

[ Silly John. Little Mister Solider really ought to be careful, because Jim has plenty of his lovely sniper buddies lurking around, being the necessary plot-fodder and all that. ]

And there you go toying with my emotions again....

[ Don't think that you're going to get anywhere Sherlock. Moriarty has you restrained for a reason. He knows just out antsy you can get, wanting to try and escape. Insulting him on top of it too? Tsktsk. Bad Sherly. ]

How dare you, even compare me to anyone else! [ This time he isn't going to be as gentle. Because as it seems, the detective enjoys it more on the rougher side. Jim will suddenly lash out, grabbing a fist full of dark hair and bringing Sherlock's attention right back to him again. ] They are just a bad hair day compared to me!

[ Jim will abruptly let go of the soft hair and grab his chin, fixing his eyes on the detective. ]

I'm the only one you need to worry about. ME. Because unlike THEM.. I'm the only one who actually cares enough about you to not kill you right away! I can appreciate

Re: And a corny 80s/90s catch phrase or something.

[mightbeblogging]

[ It would be impossible not to recognize that voice, if only because John Watson had been haunted by it since that fateful night at the pool. His mouth goes a bit dry, but he doesn't falter, nor does he retreat. He keeps his gun out, steady in front of him, but he doesn't just run out into the open. Yes, he is all too familiar with those snipers, and although he cannot currently see any, he's sure they're there. When it comes down to it, there's every chance that he will be outnumbered again

[deducing_freak]

[It was a bad idea to start pressing the wrong buttons with Moriarty. No matter what the situation, Sherlock should have known better then to taunt the other, especially since he himself wasn't entirely too sure what the man was actually capable of. But then again, it may have been just that, that made it all the more fun.

Sherlock winced at the tug of his hair and only grimaced when he was grabbed and forced to look up. The detective locked into a gaze with the consulting criminal, but for a short moment which lasted far too long. He would finally blink when he heard John's voice suddenly chime in. Blue eyes widened just slightly, now looking back Jim to the ever faithful solider who had him caught in his sight.]

Certainly took you long enough. [He teases lightly. John was far more punctual then he was. Which was something of a relief, considering just who they had managed to get tangled up with at the moment.]

WHAT?? LJ IS WORKING??

[ohai_sexy]

[ He does have that affect on people. Call it a gift. Though unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have as much of an affect on the detective here and that just PISSES HIM RIGHT OFF. Nothing gets under Jim's skin more then being blatantly ignored. So when Sherlock doesn't answer his inquiry yet again, Jim takes notice that those stunning eyes are no longer on him anymore.

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE MORE IMPORTANT THEN HIM?!

Oh. What's this little voice?

Jim arches a neatly trimmed brow, still keeping hold of Sherlock of course, as he turns his he ever so slightly. Dark eyes take a glance just over his shoulder at little solider boy over here. ]

Oh but I'm afraid you didn't say please. [ Poor Sherly. The hand that was holding his chin suddenly slips down along his jaw and grabs viciously at the detective's throat with a proper squeeze to that oh so vital wind-pipe. ]

As I recall Johnny boy, you weren't invited to our little play date.

Don't mind my late tags... >.>

[mightbeblogging]

[ John caught hold of Sherlock's gaze. He snorted, quietly dry. ]

Not as late as you usually are.

[ But that's all he would get to say. When Moriarty grabbed Sherlock's throat viciously like that, his hands tightened on the gun, and God help him but he almost pulled the trigger. That's all it would take, and Jim would be out of their lives. But at what cost? If his 'men' were involved, they would take out John and possibly Sherlock as well. The madman didn't like to get his hands dirty, after all. Swallowing hard, he kept the gun trained on the man. ]

I'm crashing the party.

You've had your fun. Let him go. We both know you don't want to hurt him. You'd be too bored without him.

I'm at work lol :D

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock only smirks. They can still manage to maintain their banter even during the worst of times. Of course the detective didn't have a doubt in his mind that John would eventually show up. And in such timely fashion too. He's about to contintue with their little back and forth, pulling away when Jim suddenly let's go. But his voice is quickly stopped, caught in his throat as that same hand constricts around his neck.]

Don't w-worry... I.. I invited him. [He manages to choke out the words between short gasps of breath.] ..it's more fun this way...