Death Won't Do Us Part (RWBY x malereader, Ruby x malereader.)

The Wingman.

'i just gave him some advice. he did the rest on his own.'  you shrugged.

she placed a hand over er mouth, as if shocked to learn this information.

however that itself gave way to a smile.

her hand moved over the table and captured your own, the warmth radiating from one to the other.

not realizing you had a spectator, the waitress, you both learned towards each other and kissed.

'DWUIDADHBAUDIUYADGADIAY OH MY GOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD! THEY'RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE I CAN'T-'

said waitress, quickly composed herself with a cough into her hands.

'go take their order for drinks.'

she moved over.

"could i get the both of you some drinks?" she politely asked.

Ruby looked over and nodded.

"i'll have a coca cola please."

the waitress wrote it down before looking at you, in which you tapped the table twice.

"2 cola's, got it."

Ruby and you were surprised she understood that.

never the less, she wrote down exactly what it is the both of you wanted before disappearing.

"thank you miss Natsumi!" Ruby yelled.

Natsumi almost fell to the floor.

'CRITICAL DAMAAGE!'

"2 c-cola's for...table...16..." she muttered out.

"what's wrong with you?"

"im having a heart attack because of cuteness."

her co-worker just blinked at her in confusion.

"...okay."

Natsumi, needing to compose herself, stormed into the kitchen.

why?

"HEY BABE!"

"WHAT!?"

"GIVE ME A HUG NOW!"

"IM COOKING YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I CAN'T!"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY TO ME HUH!?"

the Faunus chef, that of which she threatened the last time Ruby and (Y/n) were here, glared at her with gritted teeth, yet she did the same.

"FUCK YOU! YOU'RE SLEEPING ALONE TONIGHT!"

"they're at it again."

"yup."

"OH YEAH? WELL GOOD LUCK! BECAUSE I'M TALKING THE BED!"

"NAH IM TAKING THAT SHIT!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"DO IT WHEN WE'RE HOME THEN PUSSY!"

"BET!"

"just another day."

"indeed it is...when does my shift end?"

"we both have the night shift."

"oh fuck."

the two sous chefs chatted to themselves, continuing on with the food that the head chef had begun to neglect in order to have a...colourful conversation with his loved one.

"don't worry. i think the both of them are off within the hour."

"thank god for that. hey, do we have Dan for the night shift?"