I Don't Hate You - Sherlock x Reader

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This is unedited and really bad, too tired to edit it right now but I will edit it later.

Also this imagine deals with some abuse so if you're triggered by that sort of thing I suggest you don't read it

You walk inside Sherlock's flat looking around "this place is a pig sty" you look around "hello Y/N" you hear a deep voice from the kitchen "and you look worse" you retort "well I look better then you" he smirks, you roll your eyes

"Please, I look good, you on the other hand need a shower" you tell him and see John entering the room "finally" he hugs you and you smile "couldn't pass seeing my best friend. Even if it means I have to be in the same room as that" you point towards Sherlock whichs earns a hard glare.

Sherlock hates you is what you think anyways, he hasn't liked you since your first encounter. He thought you were some snobby, self entitled, rich bitch. You thought he was an asshole, drug addict, virgin. But you've grown feelings towards the consulting detective but never admitted it.

"Y/N, not today" you sigh "I suppose we could act civil. Will that be a problem Sherlock?" You look at him with the fakest smile you could smile "I suppose not" John grins "good" you sit on the couch "Sherlock, have you the littlest of decency to put on some clothes?"

"I tried telling him that, he refused" John gives you a cup of coffee "thank you" you give him a genuine smile and take a drink of the coffee "at least he has a... Sheet on" he nods "yeah" you take another sip "dada" you hear Rosie's voice from upstairs "coming, Rosie" he gets up and you look at him

"For everyone's sake put on some clothes" you tell him "no" you roll your eyes "cover yourself before Rosie comes" you get up and walk towards Sherlock's room "Uhm, Y/N-" you cut him off before he finishes his sentence "he's not going to be half naked in front of a child, hi Rosie. I'm getting him clothes and he's putting them on whether he likes it or not"

You open the door and grab a white button up and black trousers, you grab a towel and walk back to the living room "take a shower change into clean clothes and wash those" you order and he looks at you "do you think you could just order everyone around?" He asks

"The shower is so we won't have to smell that disgusting smell you reek of whiskey and cigarettes, thought you quit. Hmm, guess not and the clothes is for all of us, now go shower and change your clothing before I drag you there" you say and he sighs deeply taking the towel and clothes, you sit back down and hear him mutter

He sighs deeply which causes you to roll your eyes "careful Y/N those eyeballs might get stuck up there" he says before walking away and John looks at you "how did you do that?" You shrug "I've been told I'm quite intimidating" he chuckles

"Right, say hi Rosie" he grins towards the child as Rosie waves "hi" you grin "hello Rosamund" you pick her up and she plays with your pearls, you look at John "so, how have you been lately?" You ask and he shrugs "alright I guess- Rosie don't play with those" you grin "it's fine" he nods and looks at those

"Aren't those from your mother?" You nod "yeah, I guess if they break it won't really matter" you say and take them off "I like these, but-" "they're from your mother and you don't want her in your life" you nod "yeah" you place them onto a coffee table and show her a silver necklace to keep her distracted

"How's the asshole you like to call a boyfriend?" He asks and you look down "Uhm. Not good actually, but I don't want to bore you with the details. Gone on any dates lately?' he shakes his head "works been busy and this little one has been a lot of work, and I don't think I'm quite ready to go on any dates yet" he forces a small smile

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that" you put Rosie down giving her a toy and she takes it "it's fine. I'm just not really looking for a relationship, get some time for myself" you nod and he looks at you "Y/N, what's that-" he brushes his thumb against your cheek "what happened?" You get out your compound mirror and see that a bruise is showing

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