#ruby rose langenheim

Trigger Warning: sexual assault, cussing, homophobia, ~kissing scene~, slightly NSFW

“May I take your order, sir?” You plastered a fake smile that slowly chipped away with each comment the unruly table made.

“Depends. Will you take...any order?” The man in the corner, looking old enough to be your father wiggled his eyebrows, laughing with the other patrons on the table. You felt your eye twitch, struggling to keep them from rolling.

“I’m sorry, sir, but do you need more time? I can come back later…” You slowly began inching away from the table, but as the man in the corner reached for you, your smile faded prompting you to book it to the staff rooms.

“Y/N? What’re you doing back here?! I thought you were assigned to table 6? The place is almost empty! Hurry up and serve them!” You tried to defend yourself, to tell your employer of the harassment you were facing every time you stepped out of the safety of the room, what with the small uniform paired with the bright makeup they require you to wear. ‘It pleases the customers,’ they claimed.

Internally sighing, you walked back out to the floor, letting the background music calm you as you remembered a dance you had done to that exact song. Humming, you reapproached the table, only for your comfort to immediately dissolve.

They had all looked towards you, watching your figure as you swayed up to them. “Um, do you know what you’d like, sirs?” You cursed your manager for forcing you to refer to every customer as sir or ma’am. Knowing your shift was almost over, you sucked it up and quickly wrote down what they ordered, forcing a laugh here and there when they added a lewder comment. As you finished up their orders, you felt a hand wrap around your waist.

Paling, you shifted slightly, trying to get out of this anonymous grasp, only for their grip to tighten and slide down, squeezing your ass. Spluttering, you turned red as all the males at the table applauded him. You felt tears prick your eyes, feeling trapped, isolated, alone. You tried to move, you swear you moved your hand to stop them, at least opened your mouth to tell them to stop. It felt as if you weren’t you, as if you were watching yourself cower and shudder, watched as tears flowed, as you stood agape and afraid.

No one came to help. Why did no one help you? It felt like hours had gone by as the laughs echoed over and over. They would haunt you for years. Completely dissociating, you hadn’t heard the bell ding as a brown-haired actress walks in.

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Walking into the coffee shop Jade directed her to, Ruby’s mind wandered to the roommate’s devilish face as she wrote down her order. Waltzing into the store, she quickly took note of how the place was almost cleared out. She padded up to the counter, only to freeze up to the sound of boisterous laughter echoing throughout the shop. Glancing behind her, she saw the men at the table being served by a young-looking waitress, and yet the scene seemed...off.

Walking up to inspect the matter, heat rose inside her as she took note of the hand on the waitress. Her fury only increased when she noticed it was you standing there. She saw you, pale, scared, and crying, and had no hesitation while wrapping her arm around your waist, roughly pulling you from the pervert’s grasp and into hers. Without looking to see who exactly your savior was, you sought comfort in their grasp, turning into them and burying your head into their shoulder. While soothingly stroking your hair, she growled out, “Stay away from my girlfriend.” You felt your face somehow shift into an even brighter red, yet your grip never faltered as it grasped onto her shirt.

The cafe fell silent, a thick tension filling the air. The man who had grabbed you reached for you once again, only for his hand to be slapped away by Ruby. He tsked and stood up abruptly, yelling, “You’re fucking gay? Liar! Fucking kiss then! Bitch, you can’t get away that easy!” Ruby turned to you, now grabbing your chin to turn your face away from the now-seething man and towards her. She searched your eyes for some kind of consent, only for you to crash your lips onto hers, your hands finding her hair and pulling her down to you.

Ruby gilded her hands down to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. After what felt like hours of pure bliss, Ruby pulled away, chuckling when she saw the man scurrying away along with his entourage. Facing back to you, she pressed her forehead against yours. “Sorry babe~,” she lightly mocked, “but I couldn’t help but notice you were in a slight situation.” Teasing you, she looked down, only to find tears flowing down your face. Her eyes widened like saucers as she leaned down to your eyes level, gently brushing away any remnants of your distress with the tip of her thumb. You both turned light shades of red. Ruby jolted back up and ruffled your hair, quickly walking out of the cafe, but not before whispering into your ear as she slid past you,