Oh my god, I'm almost done. I got this. C'mon, girlfriend.
Consequences
His hand hit the side of Sherlock's face with an audible whack. Sherlock stumbled back, wide-eyed. "John?"
"What—what the fuck," John bellowed at him. "What the everloving—Sherlock! Where the hell were you, you prick?"
"Taking—taking care of business?" Sherlock offered. "I brought the groceries I was supposed to get two months ago."
John's eyes followed where Sherlock's finger was pointing, spotting a Tesco bag on the table. Beside it was a dark blue cardigan and a pair of fuzzy white socks.
"And those?"
"Gifts for you and Mrs. Hudson. Because I didn't pay the rent in two months. Your blue jumper started to unravel, right?"
Prompts were from Javien Deluke, and they were: dark blue cardigan and a pair of fuzzy white socks, and ravel