Sherlock one shots x readers, preferences and imagines

Requested preference - violence - SHERLOCK

So here's the requested request and then Sherlock's part! It's about thereader getting mad at them and they hit the reader and afterwards try to make it up to the reader. It was requested by @PrincessPeach221. I hope you'll like it! Please...enjoy!

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Sherlock Holmes: 'Are you ready, Sherlock?' You asked excitedly. 'Ready for what?' He asked without looking up from his music stand. You sighed and rolled your eyes. 'Don't roll your eyes. You wanted me to talk more often, I am asking you a question right now which counts as talking too.' He said and still didn't look up from his music stand. 'Well, most people look at each other when talking, Sherlock.' I said sassily and Sherlock turned his head to see me. 'Ready for what?' He repeated. 'For Comic-Con! You promised me we'd go to Comic-Con together! I wanted to see my favourite writer who will be there and I heard Robert Carlyle would be there too! And maybe, if I meet him, he will allow me to go to the set of Once Upon A Time so I could meet all the others!' You said excitedly and already felt a wave of happiness greeting you. 'So let's go!' You added happily. 'No, sorry. I'm not really in the mood for such things.' He said in a monotone and turned his head to the music stand again. The violin cried a sound and you stood there, paralysed, staring at Sherlock. 'What? You said we'd go together! You had promised...' You said and looked at Sherlock who didn't answer anymore. Instead he ignored you and left you standing there. You really wanted to go there, you had really looked forward to this event. 'We agreed to go on vacation, but you weren't in de mood so we didn't. We agreed to go to the mall to buy milk, but you weren't in the mood so we didn't. We agreed to go to out on Valentine's Day, but you know pretty well how that ended. Can't you once make an exception for me now I want this so bad?' I asked.

'No.' He said and didn't look up. That, and his tone, irritated me.

'Not once?' You tried again and looked at the clock, the hands showed me I still got half an hour left and it was a twenty-five minutes drive. He sighed as if you were annoying him and answered with a: 'I'm busy, can't you see that?' You stayed there, staring at him as Sherlock played on, stopped and looked at you. 'You can leave now.' He said.

You were so unpleasantly surprised by that rude phrase that you weren't really able to move for a brief moment. 'Leave?' You said sadly. He nodded. 'Without you?' You asked and he nodded again. 'Really, what's going on in that brain of yours, can't you see I'm busy? I've got no time for foolish things like that Comic-thing you want me to go to. It's not important anyway.' He said. ''It's important to me!' You shouted and heard John softly whisper an 'oh no' from out of the kitchen. 'Important, just like the vacation, the trip to the mall and especially the date! You've got a chance to make it up to me and you don't even take it! What kind of boyfriend are you to ignore me and spend more time with that bloody instrument than with your lover?' You asked upset.

He didn't answer but instead the violin cried out a tune again and Sherlock wrote down some notes.

'Oh, you're hopeless! You don't even care for me!' You yelled and in one movement you threw the violin on the ground, smashing the instrument when it hit the floor. The strings were all broken and the neck was damaged too. Sherlock stared at the instrument on the floor and looked up to see you. He then put away the pen he was holding and hit hard you in your face.

You gasped for breath and put one of your hands at the sore cheek. 'You hit me? You actually hit me?!' You said furiously. Sherlock looked at you, maybe already regretting his actions but you weren't done yet. You stood on the instrument with a monster-like expression on your face, making it damaged past the point of using it ever again. You came closer to Sherlock and looked him in the eyes, anger was the only thing you felt and you were sure it was mirrored in your eyes. 'I never want to see you again.' You said the words into his face, but you were not sure if you meant them. You then grabbed your coat and slammed the door when you walked away. You were already late but you didn't want to be any minute later. Besides, you still had a twenty-five minute drive to go.