Homestuck x reader

The coffee shop boy (Jake x reader)

(Featuring: Meulin!)

The bell dinged. As you entered your favorite cafe in the world, warmth greeted you, washing over your face and body in a wonderful wave. It was a nice change from the cold autumn winds outside. The fireplace in the wall blazed, bright and welcoming. Small plants hung from the ceiling, draping here and there like little green waterfalls.

The troll girl behind the marble counter with long hair, nearly catlike eyes and a slight cleft lip looked up from her phone. She smiled brightly and stowed the pawprint-patterned phone when she saw who it was.

"Feline alright, (y/n)?"

"I'm fine. What about you, Meulin?"

"I'm purrfect! The mewsual?"

"Yes purrlease." You said, going along with the cat puns.

She immediately began preparing your (fav hot drink). You meanwhile found your favorite table by the fireplace, where a vase full of blue gloxinias stood. They weren't always blue or gloxinias. Sometimes they were orange or purple and sometimes they were narcissus or tulips. One time, there had even been a pot with a small kokedama plant.

You pulled from your messenger bag the book you planned on starting today. You got through 5 pages before your drink arrived.

"Enjoy!"

"Thanks." you said. She went back to the counter and you to your book.

The bell dinged and you looked up. Usually, you ignored whoever it was and continued reading, but this time, you felt you had to check. You nearly fell out of your chair when you saw the guy who walked in.

He had short dark hair and square glasses, behind which were dark green eyes. He wore a green sweater, black button up and white bowtie with jeans (covering the finest ass you had ever seen on a guy) and green sneakers. He looked like a nerd, but there was also something... adventurous about him. He went up to the counter and you listened as hard as you could to see what he sounded like.

"What would mew like today?"

"Uh, I'd just like a cup of darjeeling, please."

Holy fuck, he was British. He leaned forward against the counter.

'Lawd, what a booty.' you thought. Hell, it wasn't even a booty, it was a straight up badonkadonk.

You blushed fervently and tried to go back to your book. You got through one page... another... and a third before you finally looked up again. He was watching the tv in the corner from where he stood (there was a game of soccer on).

Meulin stood out of his line of sight and was waiting for the tea machine to get it just right. She was looking at you. She pointed at you, then spread her fingers over her cheeks without touching them.

(You are blushing)

You signed back (I know). You had known Meulin long enough for her to teach you some sign language, which was actually quite useful. Her gaze darted over to the British guy and she grinned. She signed out,

(Do you like him?)

(I do not know him!)

(Do you think he is cute?)

You paused and nodded. Meulin's hands clenched and shook in excitement. The machine beeped and she was forced to take the darjeeling to the guy.

"Ah, thank you! It smells dynamite."

Meulin signed (Have a nice day). He stared at her.

"Erm, are you quite alright, madame?"

Meulin blinked in realization.