Lil Ms Sherlock

Is anyone else getting insulted when they're on omegle and have a prompt as a fem!lock character? Because this >

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You: I think I broke my leg. SH(fem)

Stranger: break your selfishness with that too, hogging the females. Never thought about playing a male and letting hte other play the female

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You both like parentlock, mystrade, and femlock.

You: Mycroft, I have something to tell you and I'm telling you in the way Sherlock told me to exactly, okay? GL(fem/parentlock)

You: "As I am in a romantic relationship with you, I thought it would be appropriate that I let you know that do to our routine of sexual intercourse and you ejaculating into my vagina during my fertile period, I have been impregnated." GL

Stranger: THERE ARE MORE INTERESTING PLOT POINTS FOR WOMEN THAN PREGNANCY. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP REDUCING WOMEN DOWN TO THEIR REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS

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You: I thought you were coming home but I guess I was wrong. GLH(fem) And as a reminder; it's our daughter's birthday. GLH

Stranger: I know that, I'll be home in a half hour. MH

Stranger: Crisis in Russia, had to be dealt with. MH

You: Why is Russia always causing a crisis when you're late? GLh

You: *GLH

Stranger: Because Russia really doesn't know how to hold its shit together. MH (says the Russian boy roleplaying as a fictional British man)

Stranger: (That was my disclaimer saying that if my English is bad, I'm sorry.)

You: ((You're a guy and a Sherlockian??))

You: Have you noticed the time, Mycroft? She's in bed. GLH

Stranger: ((Yes. Is that bad? I'm sorry.)) Of course she is, she's six years old and it's ten o'clock. I feel awful enough, Gi, without you trying to guilt me. I'm in the car on my way home, and there's nothing I can do about the fact that the world falls apart if I take a half hour break. MH

You: ((No. Absolutely not! I didn't think Sherlockian guys existed!!!! XD)) Couldn't you have asked Anthea to text me or something? Anything to say you weren't going to be home. She cried herself to sleep, Myc! And she wouldn't eat anything at dinner because you promised you'd be home and we'd eat together. Annabelle sat in your chair, holding her story book and watching the front door until her bedtime. GLH

Stranger: ((I suppose I'm technically American now. I was adopted by an American family when I was six, is all. And alright, we are fairly rare!)) Dammit, I told you, please stop it. I couldn't do anything. I'm going to fix this. Give me ten minutes. MH

You: I'm sorry. I need to vent. You know how I am with I'm . The guys at the Yard call Crabby Gabby... I'm sorry. GLH

You: ((Dude, you made my night. I have achieved my goal of finding a male Sherlockian. Thank you.))

Stranger: ((Yeah, no problem, lol. I'm glad that my gender has been of service to your happiness. I'm also a straight guy who ships gay pairings, if that's on your bucket list too. And I could find you a unicorn if I was hard-pressed.))

Stranger: You don't need to apologize. If anyone should be sorry, it's obviously me. Although, I think you're going to like what I'm planning now. MH

You: (( lol As long as it's fluffy, hells yeah. :) ))

Stranger: ((Let me attempt.))

You: And what would that be exactly? I don't need to wake her up do I? GLH

Stranger: No. I wouldn't ask you to wake her up. Can you get off work for a week or two? MH

You: I could try... Why? GLH

Stranger: http://cdn.scratch.mit.edu/static/site/projects/thumbnails/158/2130.png ((How's this?))

You: ((bhahaha. Perfect!))

You: ((are you still typing?))

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You and the stranger both like Johnlock, and femlock.

You: Love? SH (fem)

Stranger: What? JW

You: Can you fetch some milk on the way home? SH

Stranger: Of course, yeah. Do we need anything else while I'm at the store? JW

You: No. I went shopping today. That's the only thing I forgot. SH

Stranger: You did the shopping? Well. Thank you. I'll pick up the milk. JW

You: I made dinner. Thank you for picking up the milk. SH

Stranger: What's the occasion? JW

You: Can't a girlfriend make dinner for her boyfriend? SH

Stranger: Of course, yeah, it's just different. JW

Stranger: It's a lovely thing to do, though. Much appreciated. JW

You: Good. I made dessert too. That chocolate one we share at Angelo's? SH

Stranger: You can make that yourself? JW

Stranger: Have I ever told you that you're brilliant? JW

You: Many times. I still love to hear it though. SH

You: .... I do have something to tell you but I was planning the dinner before I found out, I promise John. SH

Stranger: What happened? JW

Stranger: Is everything okay? JW

You: Everything's fine. I just need to talk to you about something is all. SH

Stranger: Okay. We'll talk then. I'll see you soon, yeah? JW

You: Okay, love. SH

You: ((Paragraphs now?))

Stranger: ((Yiss. I'm typing, don't worry.))

You: ((K.))

Stranger: After leaving work, John stopped at the Tesco to pick up the milk, then set off on his way home. He was looking forward to the dinner, even though he felt some fluttery anxiety regarding whatever it was Sherlock needed to tell him. It didn't seem like it was anything bad, judging by the way she talked about it, but then again, that might not be a reliable indicator. Upon finally reaching the flat, John let himself in and started up the stairs, calling out to let Sherlock know he had arrived.

Stranger: ((I have a feeling that omegle malfunctioned.. have you sent anything/did you receive my thing?))

You: ((received, yes. reply yet, no. working on it.))

You: "In the bedroom!" Sherlock called back, finishing touching up her make up. She adjusted the dress she wear so she looked nice when John saw her. He always complimented her more when she wore dresses. Something she'd only done a few times since meeting him. Sherlock had put her hair up in a fancy style that Mummy had taught her when she was young. Sherlock smiled in the mirror before heading into the sitting room. "Hello, love." She said with a soft smile.

You: ((My tumblr's LilMsSherlock18 if Omegle screws up.))

Stranger: John stopped dead in his tracks when Sherlock walked in. "You look gorgeous, Sher. Absolutely stunning." He glanced down at his simple jumper and dockers and chuckled. "I feel underdressed." He walked up to her for a quick kiss, then nodded toward the kitchen. "I'm just going to put the milk away, love."

You: "I love your jumper. You know that." Sherlock smiled happily. "How was work?" She asked, following him to get dinner on their plates. She'd cleaned the kitchen so they could eat in at the table. "I made lasagna, salad, and garlic bread for dinner. I hope that's okay?"

You: ((Did you get that?))

You: "I love your jumper. You know that." Sherlock smiled happily. "How was work?" She asked, following him to get dinner on their plates. She'd cleaned the kitchen so they could eat in at the table. "I made lasagna, salad, and garlic bread for dinner. I hope that's okay."

Stranger: "/Okay/? That sounds wonderful." John turned away from the fridge and took a seat at the table, marvelling at the kitchen. "Work was fine... dull. Missed you. You were busy today, weren't you," he murmured. "This is amazing."

You: "Yes. I was. I'll have dinner on the table in a minute." Sherlock said, dishing out generous helpings on both their plates of the lasagna and salad. She sat John's plate in from of him and her plate across the table from him before fetching their waters and the basket of bread. "Eat up, love." Sherlock said with a bright smile.

You: "Yes. I was. I'll have dinner on the table in a minute." Sherlock said, dishing out generous helpings on both their plates of the lasagna and salad. She sat John's plate in from of him and her plate across the table from him before fetching their waters and the basket of bread. "Eat up, love." Sherlock said with a bright smile.

Stranger: John speared some of the salad, looking across the table at Sherlock's plate. "You're even eating a healthy portion!" He laughed and tried the salad, humming quietly. "I don't think I've even dreamed anything this good before." He scarfed down some of his dinner, then sat back when he was a little less hungry. "So... what's this you have to talk to me about?" he asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

You: "I'll have to make dinner more often." Sherlock said, blushing slightly at the praise. She ate a good amount before John asked his question. Sherlock looked down and mumbled softly, "I went to the doctor today... And I got news... I don't know how you're going to take it."

Stranger: John frowned slightly and tilted his head. "What's the news, then?" She had said everything was okay, so hopefully that meant the news was nothing bad... but then again, Sherlock's definition of 'okay' was rather discouraging at times, particularly when she was assessing her own health.

You: Sherlock bit her lip and looked up from under her lashes. "I've been sick the past week. You mention a stomach flu was going round so I didn't think anything of it. But i decided to go to the doctor because I want to quit vomiting. She did some tests and got the results back. She found out that," Sherlock took a deep breath and met John's eyes, "she found out that I'm pregnant."

Stranger: John's brow shot up, and he blinked a few times. "Pregnant," he repeated quietly. He swallowed and laughed giddily. "Wow." He picked up his fork and nervously began twining lasagna around his fork. "Er, how um, how do you feel about that?" he asked, chewing the inside of his lip.

You: Disappointment hit Sherlock like a wave, "You're... not pleased...." She muttered, eyes filling with tears. "My apologizes. I thought you'd be happy." She said, standing up. "I'll clean up later, John. Please finish dinner. I feel tired." Sherlock said in a choked up voice before turning and hurrying to their bedroom, shutting the door, and locking it behind her.

Stranger: John stared up at Sherlock in shock and confusion, and when he heard the lock on the bedroom door click shut, he pushed himself out of his chair and raced for the door. He knocked a few times, softly calling Sherlock's name. "Sherlock, love, I- you misunderstood."

You: Sherlock ignored him as she cried into her pillow, smudging her makeup as she did so.

Stranger: John tried the door for a few minutes, but to no avail. He sighed lightly and jogged back to the sitting room, rummaging around the desk for the lock picking kit. Perhaps not the most straightforward and honest way of getting into their room, but a valid method nonetheless. Carefully using the tools as Sherlock had taught him, John managed to unlock the door, then he quietly slipped inside, walking over to the bed to sit down beside Sherlock.

You: Sherlock felt the bed dip down with John's weight. She pulled her head up slightly, "I'll -*hiccup* make an a-a-apointment- *hiccup* tomorrow." Sherlock said in a croaky voice, tears still falling from her eyes. She hiccuped again and sniffled as she glanced at John miserably.

You: Sherlock felt the bed dip down with John's weight. She pulled her head up slightly, "I'll -*hiccup* make an a-a-apointment- *hiccup* tomorrow." Sherlock said in a croaky voice, tears still falling from her eyes. She hiccuped again and sniffled as she glanced at John miserably.