I'm tired of seeing stories where Blake and Yang break up and seem to hate each other or are super awkward.
Can you write something where they realized they went to fast but instead of breaking up talk about it and decide to keep dating but take it slow because of everything.
You know that old saying, 'the honeymoon is over'? Well, it turns out it's true. Shortly after confessing their love for one another, Yang Xiao Long and Blake Belladonna started doing everything together. Like, straight up love bombing like no other. Gifts, messages with those three magic words, and there was even some very, very loud smooching going on behind at least one of their closed doors. Everything was great...
...until about a week ago. One night, the two came back. Separately. Blake stomped into her room and slammed the door behind her, confusing and worrying Ruby and Weiss in equal measure. After an hour of trying to get Blake to respond, another set of footsteps came stomping in, this time with much more noticeable fury. Yang jiggled the knob before swiftly following up with loud strikes against the door.
Despite Ruby's concern for her sister, Weiss thought it best for them to room with Team JNPR that night.The next morning, answers were finally delivered, though they came separately from those involved.
From Blake's perspective, an old friend of hers from Menagerie decided to catch up while Yang was away getting drinks. When she came back, the blonde brawler lost her temper and started getting hostile with him. One "chill out" later and Yang was suddenly tackled and swarmed by the bouncers, who did not stand a chance once the fists started swinging. Blake waited outside the club, knowing Yang would I either come out looking for her or be tossed out and reunite that way. Embarrassed, humiliated, and angry that Yang would lose it over two friends talking to each other, and with the arguing getting louder, Blake turned around and walked back home.
Yang, however, gave a different story. She left to get drinks, true, and while she did throw the first punch, it was clear this 'old friend' was looking to do more than just 'catch up' with Blake. So Yang had to act, and when Yang was ganged up on by the bouncers, she did what came most natural to her. After noticing Blake was gone, she ran outside to look for her. Finding her, she went on and on about how bad she made them both look by losing her temper. It got pretty heated until Blake said something that shut them both up.
"You are just like your mother."
Since the night of the fight, the two had barely spoken to each other. Clearly, there was more to say than "Okay" and "Mornin'," but what could be said after bringing up a comparison to quite possibly the worst person you'd ever known? So, the two had begun working on different schedules, one in the morning and one at night, meeting together for lunch with the team, though silence was still their preferred menu conversation.
Nights with Ruby were fine for Yang and the morning shift wasn't too rough with Weiss for Blake, but something eventually had to give, especially for their teammates. So, Ruby called for an emergency team meeting at the conference room, a big, empty space of folded chairs and tables, competely devoid of any windows and only one door. In truth, however, the 'emergency' was the couple's tenuous relationship, and the meeting was held with just those two. Neither said a word for the first hour, waiting for Ruby. Until...
"You hungry?"
"Huh?"
"I'm kinda hungry. You?"
"No, I'm... I'm good."
"Alright. I'll be back. When Ruby shows up..."
"If she shows up."
"Right, if she shows up... punch her in the arm for me, would ya?"
"I won't." Blake chuckled. "But I will let her know how angry you are."
"Good enough for me."
Blake waited for about fifteen minutes before Yang came back, two iced coffees in her hands. Salted caramel, her favorite, and a bag of madeleine cookies for them to share. Blake wanted to protest, but knew better than to argue about food with Yang. If you were going to be at lunch with her, you were going to eat. So, they sat down and ate, in the same silence they were for the past week. It was uncomfortable, sitting and facing the same direction, but it was better than eating alone. Having finished the bag and the cups, Yang tossed the trash into the bin.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?"
"About the other night." Blake tucked her hair behind her ear. "I, uh... I shouldn't have said that."
"Yeah..." Yang kept her back to her. "But you did."
"Yeah." Blake grit her teeth, hating herself for bringing it up. Why would she do that, now of all times?
"And... I'm sorry, too."
"Huh?"
"For losing my cool on you and..."
"Fern."
"Yeah, him. I just saw him getting close to you and I just..." She took a deep breath, partially regretting being near the half-full trash can, and shuddered an exhale. "I was afraid of losing you."
"Lose me?"
"I'm... I'm not really good at this whole... romance thing. And I know you could do so much better than me. That's why I was... jealous. Because, as much as I don't want to admit it, I know that you're too good for me." She gave a glance over her shoulder, her hair blocking any view of her tears. "And you're especially too good for Raven's daughter."
"But you're not her daughter!" Blake stood up.
"Yes, I am!" Yang shouted, facing the wall. "I'm stupid and selfish and I always let my temper get the better of me and I-"
"-always do what you think is right!" Blake rushed over. "It doesn't always work out, but-"
"Like us?"
Blake was quiet for a moment, letting the words sink in. "Is... Is that what you think?"
"Don't you? We can't even be alone in the same room without yelling at each other. And I..." She sighed. "Two people in love shouldn't fight like that. I saw it before... and I'm just like my mom."
"I never should have said that." Blake put her hand on Yang's arm, the latter letting the former do so. "And I know I did, but... I wish I could take it back. You're not like Raven. You'll never be like her."
"You don't know that."
"No, I don't." With little effort, Blake turned her friend, her partner, her girlfriend around, looking into her sad, tear-soaked lavender eyes. A hand lifted to stroke her cheek and wipe the tears away. "But I do know you. You're Yang Xiao Long, and I have never met a woman as strong and as kind as you. I trust you with my life."
A small smile curled her lips. "Well, maybe." It fell once more. "But... when you left the other night, I... I got scared. I thought... maybe... the worst part of me thought..." Words fell short, but the struck all the same. Where Yang's worst quality was her mother, Blake's was her reaction to any form of trouble. And she did it that night, too. After dealing with security, Yang searched the bar for her girlfriend, finding the bar empty and ripping old wounds anew. She acted like a monster, a beast, and Blake, in fear for her life, ran away. "I know you wouldn't, but..."
"I know." Blake lowered her hand, resting it on Yang's prosthetic. "I know."
"I... I feel so stupid."
"So do I."
"If I could, I'd..."
"But we can't." Blake closed her eyes and softly shook her head. "As much as I want to- we want to- there's no changing our past. There's no... starting over."
"...Well, what if we did?"
Blake looked up. "Huh?"
"What if we started all over?" Yang stood aside, gesturing with her hands like moving tiny boxes. "Give ourselves a break, maybe about a month, and then just... start dating from the beginning? Start from square one."
"How... How would that even work?"
She folded her arms. "I dunno, but..." Hand extended, she smiled warmly at her closest friend and most recent girlfriend. "It's worth a shot, right?"
Blake looked to the hand for a moment, noticing it didn't twitch, nor did Yang's smile falter once. There was a lot to think about. The board would be wiped clean; no hand holding or kissing or even shared bedroom time. The two would be temporarily single, no more than a month, likely, and would start again from where it all began. Just friends, partners, and nothing more. But given the choice between awkward restarts and cutting ties to leave old wounds, Blake made her choice.
"No."
"Huh?"
"There's no starting over, Yang. We both said things, did things that made us both feel at our worst. There's no taking those back and saying 'Welp, let's just try again'." Blake placed her hand over her heart. "Yes, you did scare me, and I, in return, hurt you." Her arm extended, causing Yang's arm to recede back to her side. "And we can't do that. Not after everything we've done."
Yang's eyes welled, her jaw clenched, fearing the worst possible outcome. Because of her anger, her arrogance, and her selfishness, Yang Xiao Long would lose Blake Belladonna, the love of her life, for the sake of keeping her pride. Once again, her plan to keep what little they had, fell short because she didn't think things through. With a dry gulp, she turned away, accepting her failure. "Okay."
"I'm done fighting with you on this, Yang."
"Okay."
"So, please..." Heaves of sobs spilled onto Yang's back as pressure wrapped around her midsection and against the middle of her back. "Look at me and say you love me."
With a gulp, Yang answered. "I... I can't." Before Blake could react, everything in her arms shifted and hot raindrops spilled into her hair as both cold and hot arms draped over her neck and back. "I don't have eyes in the back of my head, so I can't see you like that."
Through her tears, Blake laughed. Possibly the first real laugh she ever had to any of Yang's jokes. The laughter was then shared, then died to a giggle, then softened to a smile, before finally ending in a kiss. The two had finally reconciled after days that felt like weeks to each other, both feeling stronger for their relationship than they had before. It would take work, as all relationships do, but for them, it would always be worth it.
"...By the way," Blake asked, pulling away. "Say I said yes, how... How would you ask me out again?"
"Uh, probably like this." She ran out of the room, pep always in her step, shutting the door behind her before knocking on it from outside. Blake walked over, opening the door to find her girlfriend with her knees in her shoes, ponytail tied back, holding her detached prosthetic in her other hand. "Hey, I'm Gnomely, and I thought you could use a hand~."
Blake shut the door, shaking her head with a smile.
"Hey, don't shut the door on Gnomely!" She shouted through the door. "This is as goof as it gets~!"
