oh my goodness Not So Level - Headed was so cute and ugh I miss seeing (well I guess reading) the krew all happy again and stuff bc everything is so serious now and even if its a fic its nice to imagine them being happy! but yeah I hope that made sense... and I love your fics :)
Exactly! The show / fandom is so serious with what’s going on now… I miss this kind of silly / ridiculous stuff! (which is probably why I had so much fun with this prompt! ^^)
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7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
ugh oh man this one was sooo hard but I settled on this one from my fic Welcome Home.
Mako stood alone by the buffet table, his finger tapping against his glass. He felt completely out of place. He was dressed up the same as everyone else in his too tight suit. They were all here for the same reason but he would get the occasional stares. He was just a lowlife in their eyes.
Mako shrugged it off; it didn’t really bother him he was used to it. Bolin never noticed the stares but he was more of a people person anyway, so how could anyone look down on him?
Mako’s eyes flicked to where his brother was sweet talking a group of girls who blushed and giggled at his every joke. The Firebender rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink, eager to get the night over.
Well I really loved writing this fic in general so it was hard to pick one point. But this part is the very beginning and I just really love how Mako feels out of place and how Bolin is just a people person and can fit in so easily. Mako really struggles with this throughout the fic and this idea kind of developed on its own as I wrote it and I think that’s why I love it so much. Its so Mako, you know?
11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?
I think its a little bit of both. I’m constantly writing whether it be in my head or getting it down on paper so I guess that counts as being a passion. But also its fun and casual like a hobby should be, especially when I’m writing just a quick fic because those don’t take as much time as most of my other writings would. Yeah its a little hard to explain so I hope that made sense hahah.
12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?
Ummmm … . no not really. The way I write fics is more of my own ideas, I mean yeah I stay true to the story line but I find myself creating these ideas in my head and somehow Mako and Korra just kind of fit and then I mold it into their world and stuff so its not really and au.
17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
I definitely write my fics start to finish. But I don’t outline anything, I just get an idea and then go. A lot of times as I write the story kind of forms its self so that’s cool. But the weird thing is when I’m writing my actual book I write out of order and I think that’s just because I don’t have a tv show and all ready written characters to start with.
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I loved the makorra fic you wrote the warpath home! you're such a great writer im so jealous ugh
I’m honestly shocked by the amount of praise that fic has gotten - it was such a strange one for me to write kind of makes me nervous about any other fic I write now. ^^’ But I’m glad you enjoyed it! Hopefully I can write more fic like that in the future. :)
a/n: WHOA PART 3! ugh this thing was a bitch to write so here you go. I feel like its a little dialog-y but ugh whatever I am so sick of looking at it.
A shrill of a telephone sent Mako flying upright. He blindly scrambled for the phone and when his hands meet a familiar cool metal and he pulled it from its spot. "Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Mako? Where have you been, you missed your shift!" Ren's voice blared into Mako's ear, setting off an unwelcome headache.
"What?" Mako's eyes adjusted to his bedroom and found the window. "What time is it?" He ran a hand over his face, still half asleep.
"Almost six!" Ren exclaimed. "And your shift started an hour ago."
Mako's brows knit together and he stumbled to his window, pulling back the curtain. And lo and behold, the sun was low in the sky casting an orange and yellow sunset. There was no way he slept all day, he thought. He brought the phone back to his ear, "I meant to call last night. I can't come in today."
"I think you'll survive without me,"
"Mako - !" Ren shouted.
"Thanks you're the best." And he slammed the phone back on the receiver. Mako flopped back on his bed, feeling more drained than ever. He couldn't remember the last time he slept so badly.
The phone screamed again and he yanked it from its place. "Ren, I told you I'm not coming in!" Mako shouted into the phone.
"Mako?" A softer voice came through that sounded nothing like his co-worker. "It's, uh Asami. Is this a bad time?"
Mako was suddenly alert now, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Asami! No, its fine I didn't know it was you." He rubbed a hand down his leg. "What's up?"
"It's Korra, she was released from the hospital about a half hour ago -" Asami started.
Mako's heart kick started in his chest. "Is she back at the Island?"
"Yes, but Mako - "
"I'm on my way." He hung up before Asami could finish. Mako threw on his jacket and stumbled out of his room, tripping over the bottom of his pants as he pulled them on. "Bolin, I'm going out!" He shouted. Not bothering to wait for a response, he slipped out the door.
* * * *
His feet were heavy on the pavement as he ascended the steps to the gazebo. Mako figured the last thing Korra would be doing is resting in her room like any normal person would after an accident. And if Mako knew anything about Korra is that she liked to be alone when she was upset. Mako climbed the last few steps and just as he suspected, she was there. But what he didn't expect was the large, white Polarbear Dog that was curled up in the small gazebo, despite it's size.
Korra sat, leaning against Naga, still unaware of Mako's presence. The Firebender welcomed this quiet moment as a chance to really take her in. His eyes trailed over the pieces of hair that had come loose from the bun that was gathered on top of her head. The evening sun lit them in a golden bronze, dripping down the sides of her face. Mako followed her slender fingers as they twisted circles into Naga's fur and he remembered how it once felt when she ran her hands through his hair; always wishing her's was as soft as his.
Naga lifted her head, her tail thumping lazily against the wooden floor. Korra twisted around and her eyes settled on Mako, making his stomach leap to his throat.
Korra dropped her gaze before turning back. "What are you doing here?" She didn't say it bitterly or with confusion but as if she knew Mako was coming.
Mako coughed, shoving his hands in his pockets, "I just – uh – " He couldn't seem to form the words. He knew what he wanted to say but it all melted away the longer he stood there. Korra was so much better at this than him.
He let out a tired sigh before continuing, "I wanted to see how you're doing." Mako finally said. Korra gave a small shrug, still facing the bay.
Mako hated this. He hated the awkwardness between them, he missed being able to have a real conservation with Korra. Their break up was mutual, for the most part, but it still hurt like hell and he couldn't help but feel an ache in his chest whenever he saw her.
"Well, I'm fine." Korra said and began to pulled herself up, weighing heavily on Naga. The Polarbear Dog rising with her.
Mako strode forward. "Here, let me help you -" He reached a hand out to support her but was quickly batted away.
"I said I'm fine." Korra snapped. "I don't need your help." She leaned against Naga, limping past him.
Mako caught her arm. "Korra," Blue eyes snapped up at him defiantly. And that's when Mako really looked at her.
Small scrapes were scattered across her face. His eyes found a few stitches that cut through her eyebrow and a purple bruise had formed along her jaw. He cringed at the thought of her hitting the pavement.
Mako, ever so gently, traced a finger along the ugly mark, his brows knitting together. It had been so long since he's touched her. Felt her. The memories came back in a flood, overwhelming Mako's senses and a familiar warmth resided in his chest.
Korra leaned into his hand, she let out a soft breath as if she felt the same thing at his touch. But the moment was over all too quickly when Korra placed her hand on Mako's, removing it from its spot.
"Can we talk . . ?" Mako asked tentatively.
"Yeah," Korra breathed. She clucked at Naga and the massive dog flopped on the floor so Korra had something to lay back on. Mako helped ease Korra onto the floor, her faced scrunched up slightly at the movement of her right leg but soon settled against Naga. Mako sank down on the other side, stretching out his legs.
"So you're really . . ." Mako trailed off sneaking a glance at the Avatar.
"Pregnant?" Korra raised an eyebrow, "Yeah." She retorted a little hard. She still wouldn't look at him.
"Did you know about the – um baby?" Mako asked. Korra chewed on her bottom lip absently, like she was somewhere else. "Korra?" Mako touched her knee seeming to bring her back.
She rubbed her eyes, "Yeah." Her gaze meeting Mako's. She looked tired, more tired than Mako knew she would admit. "I've known for a few days. . . a week maybe."
Mako's eyebrows raised. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Don't feel bad, no one knew." Korra sighed. Her gaze returning to the water, a breeze kicked up and she inhaled the salty air.
Mako sat back in disbelief, for weeks he hadn't noticed anything but then again it wasn't like he was paying attention. He rubbed a hand down his face, he felt so damn guilty. "Korra, I am so sorry -"
"Don't," She shook her head. "This isn't your fault, if anything it's mine." She began plucking a piece of fabric that came loose from her sweater. "I should have been more careful, I'm the girl and all."
Mako blinked and turned his body to face Korra. "Do you honestly think that? Just because you can get pregnant doesn't mean you're solely responsible."
Korra shrugged. "Yeah, well look what happened."
Mako couldn't believe what he was hearing. If anything he felt more at fault, but they could go back and forth all day at who was more responsible and in the end it was all the same. Korra was pregnant.
Mako gathered her hands, the uncertainty between them he felt before slipping away. "This stuff happens, Korra." He spoke softly, rubbing a thumb across her knuckles.
Korra's lip began to quiver. "But not to the Avatar, not to me" Her voice caught at the end that shattered Mako's heart.
There was a tug in Mako's chest. The sun was catching every angle of her face bathing it in gold. He missed her. God he missed her with every fiber of his being. The feeling of her hands against his skin was torture. He ached to hold her and tell her everything would turn out all right.
As he watched a tear fall from her face he knew what he wanted to say, what he'd been holding back for two months.
Mako looked down at their intertwined hands, "I know things haven't been great between us lately but you will not do this alone." He glanced up. "Korra . . . I love you and I don't think I could ever stop."
Korra wiped away the few tears that escaped down her cheeks. Her eyes studying the cracks of the floorboards. "I wish I could believe you," She said quietly.
"What?" Mako wasn't sure if he heard right.
She looked up at him with so much sadness in her face, as if it had been sculpted into her features. "I don't want a relationship based off of a child, and I feel like you're saying all this because of this – baby." She gestured to her stomach.
"No, no that's not it - " Mako shook his head, desperate for her to believe what he was saying was the truth and it always has been.
Korra withdrew her hands and folded them across her chest. "I don't even know if I'm going to have it." She whispered.
Mako felt like someone punched him in the gut. "What are you talking about?" He squinted.
Korra lifted her shoulders, "The doctor gave me an option to terminate the pregnancy." She pressed her lips together, focusing on her shoes.
Terminate the pregnancy. Mako took it in slowly, digesting the words. He licked his lips, "Terminate? As is - ?" He stopped short unable to get out the last part.
Korra nodded solemnly. "Yeah." Her fingers grazed her stomach. "But I mean this is for the best, right? I can still be the Avatar, I can – protect people."
"You'll still be the Avatar, pregnant or not." Mako said gingerly.
Korra swallowed, removing her hand and rubbing it against her leg. "I have to do this. I'm only seventeen, Mako and we can't raise a child, not with everything that's going on." Her voice was thick. "I mean we're not even together." Korra glanced up at Mako, water filling her eyes.
Mako sighed, "I meant what I said before, I love you and if you wanted to we could make it work."
A flicker of hope filled his chest but he didn't want to pressure Korra into anything she didn't want to do and she had a point. A child would complicate things in an already complicated situation, with the spirits and humans still at each other throats, Korra had to keep the peace and she couldn't do her job the further along she got in her pregnancy.
Something cracked in Korra's expression, "But this is the right choice." Her voice wavering as she took in a shuddered breath. "Right?"
Mako's eyes softened. "Korra . ."
"Just tell me I'm doing the right thing." She was crying now. "Tell me this will be better for everyone," She wrapped an arm around her middle while the other covered her mouth, as if she might get sick. "Because I can't."
Mako felt tears prick his eyes. He placed a hand over the one that rested on her stomach, he felt her trembled beneath him when a sob tore through her small frame. With a free hand, Mako brushed the fallen pieces of hair from her face.
"Maybe that truck should have hit me harder so I wouldn't have to do this." Korra whispered.
Mako pulled her into his chest then, holding tight. "Please don't say that, Kor." He whispered into her hair.
"Why?" Korra sniffed, "Either way I'm killing it."
Mako rubbed small circles into Korra's back, hoping to calm her. "You're not killing it. It hasn't even been born."
Korra pulled out of his embrace, "It doesn't matter." She scrubbed her eyes. "I feel it – living and growing inside of me." Korra's eyes lifted and more tears rolled down her face. She suddenly grabbed his hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen. "Do you feel that? Mako, there is a person in me. And I'm just suppose to end its life?"
The young Firebender stiffened. Korra's once flat, toned stomach now rose to form a small bump under his hand. He hadn't thought Korra would be showing this soon but yet here it was.
Mako's hand settled more comfortably over the fabric and Korra moved her's so that it rested above the bump, making it more profound. She watched Mako as his amber eyes studied the mass under her sweater.
There was this strange feeling the radiated through Mako's body. It was like this odd connection between him and this tiny life inside Korra. Mako released a steady breath, rubbing his thumb gently across her stomach, almost afraid to press too hard.
Korra let out a broken sigh. "It's weird, right?" her voice low and tight, almost carried away by the breeze.
Mako's lip twitched. "Yeah," his gaze fixed on her stomach.
"When I first found out I was pregnant," Korra started. "I was so scared and I would have done anything to end it. But when that truck hit me the only thing I could think about was the baby." Mako peered at Korra waiting for her to continue. His hand still sitting protectively over the fragile hill under her shirt.
"And when I got to the hospital, I was terrified they would tell me something happened to it." Korra's gaze switched down to her stomach. "When they told me it was okay I was relieved – even a little happy." She let out a small laugh. "To think a few days ago I didn't want anything to do with it and now -" Korra stopped short, her face falling.
She blinked, refocusing her attention to the water. This was killing her. Mako could see the pieces falling out of place and he feared he might not be able to put them back.
He reluctantly removed his hand, already feeling the absence of warmth. "So, what are we going to do now?"
Korra sat up, finally calmed down from before. "Look, Mako," She started, "I . . ." Korra took a breath, unable to look at him. Mako's chest constricted because he knew what was coming next.
"I'm going to end it. I have to."
There it was. Just a few simple words but it felt like a bomb had been dropped, destroying everything in its wake.
His heart felt like it was ripped from his chest. After everything she was still going to terminate. "No -" Mako gulped. "Korra – you can't," Mako's eyes rested on her stomach that carried a small life, "Please Korra, that's our – child,"
Everything he thought before, about the spirits and his future was out the window. All he cared about was Korra and the baby. He had a sudden urge to protect them regardless of what the future might hold. He almost lost Korra, he wasn't about to lose their child.
"What else am I suppose to do, Mako?" Korra's voice began to rise. "I have a duty as the Avatar and I can't protect anyone if I'm like this."
"I know that, Korra"
"No you don't, because if you did you wouldn't be fighting me on this." Korra snapped.
"But I know you feel something for that baby," Mako fumbled out. Korra shifted slightly, her gaze darting across the ground. " - because I did just from touching the bump. And I can't stand by and let you just end it."
She ran a hand through her hair, "It's not about what I want or you want, Mako," Korra retorted. "This is the only way nothing gets ruined." Korra shoved off the floor.
Mako followed. "This isn't right, Korra."
She threw her hands up. "Of course it isn't right!" She exclaimed. "This isn't easy for me!
"And you're right, I do feel something for it because it's apart of me, its been apart of me for two months. So as hard as this may be for you its nothing compared to how sick it makes me feel to know that I'm going to be responsible for it not getting to have a life."
Korra gripped the railing, needing something to hold on to. Her bottom lip began to quiver but she bit down, attempting to stop it."I mean I don't want to be a mom right now, but who am I to say what lives and what doesn't?"
Mako stood motionless. The waves crashed against the rocks below in a rhythmic and melancholy way. It felt like a wall sat between the two benders and Mako couldn't seem to find a hammer big enough to knock it down.
There were a thousand things Mako wanted to say, to fight back but he knew it would be useless. Korra had made up her mind and in truth, it was for the best. Mako cursed himself for letting his judgment become clouded when he was usually the level headed, rational one. But when it came to Korra, nothing else ever seemed to matter.
"I'm sorry." Korra's voice lingered in his ears. Mako was surprised he heard those words come out of her mouth.
Mako shook his head. "Don't be - " He took a few steps toward her.
"No, really, I'm just freaking out over nothing." Korra sniffed. "Hormones and all." She crossed her arms.
A sigh pasted through his lips, "It's not nothing, Kor," Mako closed the distance between them, taking a spot next to her. He pushed his back against a wooden pole, burying his hands in his pockets.
There was a beat of silence until Mako spoke again. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He eyed Korra.
She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Yeah."
"So, what about us?"
Blue eyes flicked up to meet his. She shrugged her shoulders, darting her gaze. "Go back to the way it was . . . We stay broken up."
Broken up? How could she want that? It was clear they still cared about each other, Mako even admitted to still being in love with her and she just wanted to forget it all.
"So what? After everything we pretend nothing happened?" Mako questioned.
Korra shifted her weight, "Yeah . . . It'll just be – easier."
Mako rubbed the nape of his neck, as much as he hated to admit it; she was right – again. It would be easier because they were impossible together. But Spirits did he wish she was wrong, because every ounce of him ached for her.
He didn't want easy if it meant not having her, he wanted them at their worst and their best and everything in between. The fights, the stolen kisses, the passion, the moments he didn't think they could make it, he wanted it all and more. She was a drug and he couldn't get enough.
But he couldn't say it. He couldn't tell her that he didn't want anyone else because this is what Korra wanted.
"Okay." The word tasted like acid on Mako's tongue and he nearly had to forced it out.
Korra's face seemed to relax and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "Thank you,"
* * * *
Two days later Mako found himself in a waiting room – again. Only this time, instead of being at the hospital he was at a smaller clinic that took care of situations like theirs. But either way he was becoming progressively irritated with amount of times he'd been stuck in waiting room these past few days.
His knee bobbed up and down impatiently. "How much longer?" Mako asked for the tenth time.
"Its only been twenty minutes and if you ask me again I will make you leave." Asami said coolly, flipping the page of her magazine. "And would you stop bouncing your leg."
Mako crossed his arms and slumped in his chair. He technically wasn't even suppose to be there, the only person Korra allowed to come was Asami. But Mako couldn't not be there, he was apart of this as much as Korra and although she was strong Mako knew this was going to tear her up. Mako tucked his arms across his body, taking a side glance at Asami.
She fingered the corner of the magazine with a manicured hand. Her green eyes roaming over the page filled with pictures of people Mako didn't recognize but guessed they were of some importance. He couldn't believe how calm Asami was while he was a walking pile of nerves. Mako wished he was able to flip through books and forget what was going on down the hall.
The door swung open then and a nurse peeked in. And just in time, Mako didn't think he could sit there any longer.
"She's all done, you guys can come back now."
Mako looked at Asami, expecting her to go first. But to his surprise she nodded to the door, "Go on back, I'll wait." She smiled gently.
Mako sucked in a breath and stood, following the nurse through the door. As they walked through the hallway Mako began preparing himself for what Korra might say to him when she sees the last person she wanted here in her room. The nurse stopped in front of a door telling Mako it was her room. He said a quick thanks before she left.
The door was slightly ajar and a sliver of light came from inside. Mako scratched the back of his head, eying the frame. His hand hovered over the nob before dropping it to his side
"This is ridiculous." He muttered to himself.
Mako grabbed the handle once more, his grip steadier now. He inhaled and stepped in, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The room was dim, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp and the morning sun from behind the drawn curtain.
He blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust. Mako eyes found a bed with a figure curled up on her side. He took a few careful steps further into the room. Korra's head lifted from the pillows at the movement.
"Hey," Mako whispered, stopping in his tracks.
She laid her head back down, brown waves of hair spilled across her pillow. "Hi," Her voice soft.
Mako wrung his hands, stepping closer. "I know you said you didn't want me here but . ."
"It's okay," Korra sighed, blinking heavily, still coming out of the sedatives they gave her before the procedure.
Relief washed over Mako, he was afraid she would be upset with him. Mako closed the distance between them and crouched next to the bed. He rubbed her leg gently, "Are you okay?" Mako's voice was low and concern filled his eyes.
Korra nodded, "I'm good." she lifted her gaze to meet Mako's. Her once blue eyes that were full of light and passion now seemed . . . duller. Distant. Like she was there in the room but yet somewhere entirely different.
She just seemed – broken.
Mako exhaled and stood, shedding his jacket down to a white t-shirt. He leaned over Korra and kissed her temple before slipping into bed next to her. Mako pulled the thin blanket around both of them and Korra nestled into his chest.
The two lay together in silence while Mako traced patterns into her back. There was a strange absence he felt deep in his chest and lump formed in his throat that he struggled to swallow. He couldn't imagine what Korra was feeling. Mako pulled her closer, as if that would make the pain go away, but right now he would try anything.
"It's gone, Mako." Korra whispered.
Mako closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. "I know, Kor."
She began to shake, "I … I can't feel it anymore," Then a sob tore through her and an ocean of tears came crashing through. Korra crumbled in Mako's arms.
Mako cupped the back of her head, bringing her closer. He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing at the gut - wrenching sobs coming from Korra. He'd never felt more helpless in his life. All he could think to do was whisper comforting things, even though he knew that's not what she needed but it was the only thing he could give.
He buried his face into her neck. She smelled of the ocean and wet Polarbear Dog; it had, unknowingly, become his favorite scent. He inhaled deeply and for the first time in a long time he felt home.
Korra's sobs soon fell to a hiccup until she was quiet. For a fleeting moment Mako thought she might have fallen asleep. But not a moment later, she stirred in his arms and peeked up from his chest.
"Mako," Her voice sounded raw.
He pulled back just enough to see her face. "Yeah?"
"Thank you . . . for being here." She sniffed.
"Of course." Mako ran his fingers along her arm."I will always be here for you." He whispered. Mako brushed his lips across her's, savoring the taste of her lips knowing this maybe the last time he will kiss her.
In that moment nothing else mattered; not their past or future relationship. Not the spirits, or Mako's job, or Avatar duties - it was just them. Floating through a limbo state with no intentions of coming out the other side because pain would only greet them.
So there they lay, knowing this was the last time they would share an intimate moment. They would struggle through this tragedy alone but they would survive it.
And maybe someday, when the time was right, they'd find each other again. But for right now, pain resided in their veins, numbing the couple and the only thing that felt real was the arms of the other.
"You can tell alot about somebody from the music that they listen to" Hit shuffle on your Itunes, Ipod, Media player, ect and put down the first 20 songs. Then forward to ten people
(I'm gunna use Spotify because why not)
1. ZZ Ward - Last Love Song
2. Magic Tree and I Let Myself Go - Lana Del Rey, Craig Armstrong (Kinda a Reprise of Young and Beautiful)
3. Mr. Brightside - The Killers
4. Radioactive - Marina and the Diamonds
5. Freak on a Leash - Korn
6. Heartbreak Warfare - John Mayer
6. Hallelujah - Paramore
7. Secrets - One Republic
8. Only You - Ellie Goulding
9. All This and Heaven Too - Florence and the Machine
