volume twenty six — coffee shop au.

table of contents

- editor’s note -

- edit -

- art -

- story -

- pet feature -

- farewell -

editor’s note.

hello everyone ! victor here, bringing

you this weeks edition. i hope y’all

are doing okay, and staying happy &

healthy :) if you couldn’t tell already,

this week we decided to do a coffee

shop au as our theme !! hope you lo-

ok forward to it as much as we had

had fun making it ! <3

on that note, we hadan announcement

that we would like to share with all of

you !! since everyone has been having

to deal with online school (on our team

at least), we are going to start posting

every other week instead of every week

to make it more manageable for us, and

more enjoyable for you ! after all, it’s all

about fun here.

without further ado, let’s get it started !

edit.

art.

really sketchy and done during lunch break, but john’s a barista trying to provide for his family and sherlock is a frequent customer. john’s telling him about his history homework and getting the dates in ww2 all wrong but sherlock’s too busy making heart eyes at him to notice.

(please do not repost, re, use, or trace my art!)

story.

John Watson wanted to smack his head off of the coffee machine. Multiple times. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that the coffee shop was, in fact, full of strangers and they didn’t need to see any evidence of his on-coming breakdown. His day had been…

Well, to say that it had been bad would have been a terrible understatement.

He had woken up late, late enough that he had time to get a quick shower, grab a granola bar for breakfast, and walk into work a half an hour late, his head hanging in shame. When he got behind the counter to make drinks, he not only spilled almost an entire carton of milk all over himself, but he also messed up a lot of orders. A lot.

It was almost his break time, and he was holding on to his sanity as long as he could. Just until he could go outside and scream at the bricks in the alley. That would help. He exhaled slowly, thankful for the slow stream of customers they were getting. One person every ten minutes, if that. John straightened when he heard an order called to him. He set about making it, barely even thinking about it. His break was the only thing on his mind.

He finished making the drink, handed it to a posh looking man with short, curly hair and sharp cheekbones. The man nodded before turning to sit down. John eyed the clock. ‘Five more minutes,’ he grumbled to himself, leaning his elbows on the counter once more. ‘You’ve just gotta survive five more minutes, that’s not too difficult, right? That’s one minute, five times, no probl--’

“Excuse me, sir.” John was knocked out of his thoughts, and when he looked up to where the voice was coming from, he saw the posh man, holding his cup out with a dissatisfied look on his face. “I believe you’re the one that made my drink? Well, I do hate to be a bother, but you’ve made it wrong,” he said, slamming the cup down on the counter. He didn’t sound like he hated to be a bother. In fact, he sounded quite happy that his drink had been messed up, just so that he could yell at someone who had a bad morning.

John knew better than to mouth off at a customer, however, so he just stood up and plastered his best customer service smile on his face and said, “Of course, sir. May I see your receipt so I can get you the drink you ordered?” The man balked as if he had been expecting a shouting match, and he wordlessly slid his receipt across the counter. John blinked. Yeah, that is not what he had made. Not even close. He set to making the drink (making sure to get it right this time) and then the man broke out of his stupor.

“You’ve had quite the bad morning, I see,” the man blurted. He seemed shocked that the words had come out of his mouth. John just chuckled, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, what gave you that idea? The fact that I’ve been staring off into space for the last five minutes or the bags under my eyes,” John asked, resuming the drink. The man laughed as if John had just said something really funny.

“No, of course it wasn’t either of those things. It’s simple really. You woke up late, it’s evident in how sloppily your shirt is buttoned. Speaking of your shirt, you obviously spilled something on yourself earlier. You’re wearing a different apron but I can still see some of the liquid on it near the very top. You keep looking at the clock; your break was supposed to be now but I ruined it with my inopportune timing. You want to go take a break, but you need this job, so you can’t afford to make any customers angry,” the man spouted off, as easily as breathing.

“Jesus,” John said breathlessly. “That was bloody amazing, mate.” The man grimaced at the use of the word ‘mate’, but his cheeks flushed ever-so-slightly, and John could tell that he appreciated the comment.

“That’s not what people usually say.”

“What do they usually say?” John questioned, holding the finished drink in his hand, not wanting to give it to the man and send him away.

“Piss off.” John couldn’t help it; a sharp laugh burst out of his chest, and before long, the man was laughing too, a beautifully rich sound that John found he enjoyed very much.

“What’s your name, then?” John asked, grabbing a marker. The man smiled.

“Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes.” John took a second to scribble on the cup, then after a few seconds of consideration, scribbled something else before handing it to the man. Putting the number for his mobile was a risk, but it was one he was willing to take.

“Nice to meet you, Sherlock Holmes,” John said, nodding to him. Sherlock nodded back, moved to sit down, then read his cup.

Sherlock Holmes, text me sometime ;)

pet feature.

meet the new additions to the family.

braska!

the brain!

beaky!

a farewell.

if you’re still reading this, you’re awesome. thank you for staying till the end! 🤍 we hope you enjoyed the latest!! we are aware that our editions have been on the shorter side recently, and hopefully the longer intermission will help with that. but regardless, it is quality over quantity any day.

we are very grateful for all of our and we appreciate your continued .

can you guess the next theme?

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