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SherlockxReader: Hatred

A/N: So....been a while, huh?

Yes I know I know. It's been almost a year. But I'm trying to get back into the groove of things.

Quick Key for this one shot:
(E/C) = Eye color
(S/N) = Sister's name

Thank you to Avengers__ASSEMBLE for requesting #28 (I'm sorry it took so long)

#28: "God, you don't know what you fucking do to me."

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of sex

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You hated Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, a lot of people did. You were just one of the many who wished he could just disappear in the most painful way imaginable.

Unfortunately, you also lived with the man. That was probably where the hatred for him started. You hated his three am performances of Kreisler violin pieces. You loathed how you would come home to him shooting the wall as well as driving you up it. You despised whenever you wanted to find or put something in the fridge you had to move some strange frozen body parts. You detested the messes that he left everywhere for others to clean.

Most of all, you hated his damn smirk that he saved for the common occasion that he knew something you didn't. It aggravated you to the point in which you wanted to rip it off and smash it with a hammer.

So it was completely understandable that you were glaring at that exact expression as Sherlock had deduced something about your sister having sex with your ex-boyfriend.

"She wanted him from the start. You were just too daft or, more plausibly, too sentimental to notice," Sherlock informed you.

"You know what, Sherlock?" You spat at the curly haired man. "Go fuck yourself, since no one else wants to."

The smirk on Sherlock's face was stuck there on his face as you huffed out of the room. John just so happened to go past you with all your angry glory with wide eyes. As soon as the army doctor entered the sitting room, he looked at Sherlock for an explanation.

"What did you do this time?" John asked, obviously irritated.

"Her sister and her ex are hooking up. Thought she should know," Sherlock replied casually, picking up a book before flipping through it.

"God...Sherlock, why the hell don't you just tell her?"

"What do you mean? I just did."

"That's not what I meant." John gave him the 'you know what I mean now just agree with me' look.

The detective chose to ignore this look before returning to his book. John informed him that they would be going to dinner with everyone tomorrow night, but he wasn't paying attention. His mind was distracted by a pair of deep (E/C) eyes that danced across his memories.

When you'd stormed out of the flat, you knew you'd need to find a place to stay. You would usually call up your sister, but you weren't too keen to do that after the previous conversation with Sherlock.