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Keep Your Head UpI really hope she's okay.Keep Your Head Up by makorragal312
Mako was standing outside of Korra's bedroom, where Asami was helping her get ready for Jinora's graduation. She was finally getting her airbending tattoos. This was supposed to be a happy time, but it wasn't for Korra. After she defeated Zaheer and had the poison taken out of her, she's been in a world of hell. She now had a broken spirit and has to be in a wheelchair until she can regain strength in her legs again.
He's been wanting to speak to Korra and comfort her for the past two weeks, but he decided to keep himself swamped with work so that he wouldn't see Korra's pain. Even Lin told him that he could have a couple of weeks off, but he just declined. Today was the day. He was tired of hiding. He wanted to show Korra that he was going to be here for her regardless of their relationship status. Finally, Asami came out.
"How is she?" Mako asked.
"I have to be honest, Mako. She's pretty bad. She's trying to be happy, but it's hard to be when you're s
Fall Sparks8Back to Normal.Fall Sparks8 by sasuke12234
Text from Asami to Korra:
So, a little birdie told me that you had your own personal chauffeur over Fall Break.
The little blonde that I lift told me that she saw Mako driving you around town over Fall Break. What’s going on? I thought you two didn’t like each other?
Oh that. Well, at the beginning I had some car troubles and sort of begged Mako to drive me to my dance class. And then after I dropped it off at the shop, the mechanic said that it was worse than what we thought after doing a full check and I was carless for the rest of the break and Mako had a fully gassed up car and nothing to do.
Why did you take your car to the shop? I could’ve fixed it for you.
YOU WERE IN PANAMA!! >X(
Right… Sorry. I got you a new razorback. Don’t hate me. ^3^
What color is it?
Pink… But it’s neon pink and it says ‘Panama City’ on it in black graffiti.
Yay! Now that that’s over… I ge
High School Romance Chapter 4As Korra's alarm clock went off she quickly turn it off as she stand up and put a short sleeve top on, she grabbed some blue jeans in her dresser as she put them on, she then put socks on and put her sneakers on as she walk in the kitchen. She got a box of honey nut cheerios as she got a bowl and poured the cereal as she got some milk and poured it into the bowel then she poured a glass of milk as she started eating her cereal. As she got done she put the bowel and glass in the sink as she grabbed her backpack and walked out the front door as she notice Hanako is not waiting for her by her house like she always does. She is never late at her house when they walked to school together.High School Romance Chapter 4 by LunaStar7
"Where the hell is Hanako?" Korra asked herself. Her cell phone rang as she open her backpack and got her cell phone out.
"Hello?" Korra asked.
"Hey Korra I over slept because I had a really great dream and I didn't want to wake up" Hanako said while disappointed.
"Hanako you scared me to death I thought y
Bromotions: Scars Part 1Bromotions: Scars Part 1 by Dreaming-of-Nonsense
Seeing his parents killed right in front of him had left him feeling empty. He longed for his mother's lullabies and his father's piggy back rides. He longed for the comfort of being loved. Everyday it became harder and harder to provide for himself and Bolin. They were running out of yuans they got for their allowances, and Mako had to start working in any store that would take someone his age. It was hard to leave Bolin in alleys by himself. Everyday at Narook's Seeweed Noodlery where he cleaned floors, he thought about his brother alone, getting hurt, and it killed him. He couldn't lose him, too.
He was always relieved when he came back and saw Bolin eagerly waiting for dinner. He sat down and handed whatever food he managed to scrape up that day to Bolin and his brother ate as quickly as possible. Mako relaxed and closed his eyes, tired from the days work. He felt a cool breeze and heard his brother's teeth chatter. Mako took off the scarf he always wore, the last object his father
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