ATLA/LOK Fem Imagines

Fake* - Korra

"You confuse me," I confess to the muscular girl as she readies for her next match.

I'm tired of how she's been treating me. One second, Korra wants to be with me, and the next, she's all over Mako. When things turn to shit with him, she comes to me crying, and as soon as she's all fixed up, she leaves me again.

"How?" she raises an eyebrow before throwing her shirt off and tugging another one on. My attention wanders for a second, lowering to her stomach before focusing on her face again. She smirks at my distracted expression as I roll my eyes at her, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You tell me you wanna be with me, and then you wanna be with Mako. I don't want to be in this stupid love square, okay? I'm not gonna force you to choose because that's morally fucked up, but get yourself together. I'm tired of waiting around and hoping you'll notice me. I'm done with you and your bullshit, Korra." I express to her finally.

All I've done is made myself look like a fool. I've always been there for the older girl when she needed me, only for her to throw me away the minute Mako decides he wants to talk to her again. She even had the nerve to hurt my poor baby boy, Bolin!

Everyone warned me, even my freaking father and step-mom, the people I despise most.

I turn from her perplexed form, walking away with my head held high. She doesn't have the decency to even try to stop me. I can't believe I let myself fall for her and her dumb dorky smile. She's nothing but a two-timing jerk.

I finally push past the large doors of the arena, taking off in a sprint towards the precinct. The lady at the front desk lets me through without question, and the officers hanging around greet me with smiles. Some genuine and others fake, all of them are just trying to get on my good graces.

I should step into my mother's office with caution. She's either severely upset right now or slightly agitated. Instead, I walk through carelessly. I can tell by the way she jerked her head up from its previously bent position that she's upset. But the moment she realizes it's me and takes note of my messy appearance, she stands up from behind her desk.

I run to her, slinging my arms around her neck, and burying my face in her shoulder, "You were right. She never even cared. I was just someone she could dump all her baggage on."

Mom kisses the top of my head soothingly, "It's okay, you're gonna find someone who really cares about you. She just happens to not be them."

After a couple of minutes, she pulls away from the hug and places her hands on my cheeks. She kisses my forehead softly and gives me a couple of dollars.

"Go buy us some dinner from that store we both really like. By the time you come back, I'll have enough time to eat with you. Is that okay, sweetheart?" She asks me in a motherly tone

I nod in my head in her hands, "Yes, Mommy."

She grins down at me tenderly, "Okay, I'll tell your father you're not coming over this week."

I nod again with an appreciative smile, "Thank you."

She shakes her head at me, "It's okay. Now, wipe those tears from your eyes! Us Beifong's are strong! Don't make me tell your grandma about how you came in here bursting into tears over a stupid girl."

I chuckle, leaning into her touch, "She'd give me the smackdown of a lifetime. "

Mom chuckles in agreement, "Oh, for sure."

I head out of the precinct feeling much better than when I came in. I walk with a grin plastered over my lips. Mom has a crazy way of making me not feel like drowning myself.