Johnlock omegle role play.

Stranger: Sarah and I broke up and I have my cousins wedding tonight. I already checked off the plus one on the invite, would you come with me? JW

You: You're inviting me to a wedding? -SH

Stranger: Yeah, is there a problem with that? JW

You: I thought you didn't like how I socialized. -SH.

Stranger: You'd be good company. JW

You: Explain how I could possibly be good company, John. -SH.

Stranger: You're entertaining, you're a god friend....really good friend. And you're just...fun, I guess. JW

Stranger: *good

You: I'm flattered by your compliments. I'll go with you. -SH.

Stranger: Thank you! JW

Stranger: But you have to wear a tie. JW

You: I refuse. -SH.

Stranger: Why? JW

Stranger: What about a bow tie? JW

You: You know I'm not a tie/bow person, John. -SH.

Stranger: I am aware, but this /is/ a black tie event. JW

You: I'll see what I can do. -SH.

Stranger: Good, right. Um, just a warning, my family will most likely say we look like a couple. JW

You: Who doesn't think we look like a couple, John? -SH.

Stranger: True. But now were practically going as each others dates. JW

You: Well, are we each other's dates? -SH.

Stranger: I...guess...yes we are. JW

You: Okay. When's the wedding? -SH.

Stranger: we have to leave at 6:30. JW

You: That's in an hour, John. -SH.

Stranger: I know, sorry for the late notice. JW

You: How far away are you? -SH.

Stranger: About five minutes. JW

Stranger: Sherlock, I..had an idea. It might be fun. JW

You: What is it? -SH.

Stranger: We can pretend to be a couple..you know...give the people what they want. JW

You: Pretend to date? Why would we do that? -SH.

Stranger: Would you rather have a real date? JW

You: I think I might. -SH.

Stranger: As would I. JW

Stranger: Sherlock, Am I asking you out on a date? JW

You: Are you? -SH.

Stranger: Sherlock, do you want to go out on a proper date with me? Aside from going to the wedding? JW

You: I would love to. -SH.

Stranger: Sherlock, the reason why I ended it with Sarah...JW

Stranger: It was because of you. JW

You: Because you have feelings for me. I've noticed. -SH

Stranger: /strong/ feelings, Sherlock. JW

You: Yes I know. You're not hard to figure out. -SH.

Stranger: You on the other hand...are difficult to read. JW

You: Years of practice. -SH.

Stranger: Yes, clearly! JW

You: I hear the taxi. You're outside. -SH.

Stranger: Yes, I'm coming up the stairs now. JW

You: Are you wearing your suit? -SH.

Stranger: Yes, I've had it on since this morning. Have you got on that bow tie? JW

You: I have, come see it. -SH.

Stranger: I bet you look handsome in it. JW

You: I believe you'd be more attractive. -SH.

Stranger: In a bow tie? Hardly. JW

You: You're beautiful, John. -SH.

Stranger: I'm what? Okay i'm almost at the top of the stairs. JW

You: These are some very long stairs. You're beautiful. -SH.

Stranger: I've stopped whenever you text me. I need my heart to calm down a bit before I continue. And you're the beautiful one. JW

You: Do avoid a cardiac arrest. -SH.

Stranger: You might just give me one, Sherlock. JW

You: Seeing you in a tux, it might be the other way around. -SH.

Stranger: Ha, I'd love to see you all flustered. JW

You: You will. I'm sure of it. -SH.

Stranger: John made it to the top of the stairs to the flat lounge, after the many much needed breaths along the way. John propped open the door and took a step inside. "Sherlock, I'm here. I'm dying to see you in that bloody bow tie!" John shouted hoping it was loud enough for Sherlock to hear through the walls and into his room.

You: Sherlock half smiled when he heard John's voice, popping his head out of room. "I'm almost ready, just, let me, there!" Sherlock stepped out in a tuxedo, a small simple bow tie around his neck, he took in John's appearance. "You look brilliant, John"

Stranger: John stood in the middle of the flat, mouth gaping at how well Sherlock can clean himself up when he put some thought into it. "Thank you, and Sherlock...you...the bow tie...wow...gorgeous." john laughed at his clearly failed attempt at stringing together a sentence.

You: Sherlock smirked proudly, knowing he'd impressed John. "How long do we have until the wedding?" He sauntered into the kitchen slowly, careful not to mess up his hair and looked through his experiments, making sure they hadn't been touched by anyone.

Stranger: John let out a chuckle. He could believe Sherlock Holmes agreed to wear a bow tie...and agreed to go out on a proper date. 'Um...about twenty minutes before the cab gets here. Sherlock..you are bloody gorgeous." John felt his first compliment wasn't good enough to describe how amazing Sherlock looked. "I think I may go into that cardiac arrest we were talking about earlier." John followed Sherlock into the kitchen and proceeded to boil some water in the kettle.

You: Sherlock pretended to brush off the compliment, but really it meant a lot to him. So much in fact, he had to hold back a genuine smile. "Me too, John. You're quite attractive yourself. I cannot wait to show you off. My blogger."