𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝.

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

@heartrip

/ cont.

 how a daughter makes the unbending soldier beg for her life , suddenly her life is much more important than sonya’s life and if she wants to live it’s because cassie might be in danger and she can’t allow that . she once again remembers her own advice to the mirror ; family will slow her down and it does . a few minutes ago she was a fierce thing with bloody teeth , snarling as her blows hit the scum of the earth like he was a punching bag . it was a moment of distraction that ended up with a hold on her side that bled crimson . first name , first smile , first thing that comes to her mind is cassie . then johnny , and finally she opens her eyes and sees kano , and suddenly she’s snarling again . a wounded lioness , still keeping her useless pride as she claws away his helping hands . curses and pulls herself to a wall , it hurts , it didn’t hurt like this when she was training with cassie a few weeks ago . another accident that pierced her thigh . it must have touched something essential inside or whatever .

 ’ you’re my girl . ‘ ❛ you sick bastard ! ❜  she screams with a trembling timbre , all attempts to keep her cool and rage . her head felt dizzy and body limp , gripped between his arms to carry her away and into somewhere safe . as safe as it can be where he’s carrying her . she weakly tries to push him away again , even manages to claw at the side of his neck but blood loss is affecting her more than she likes to admit . soon her eyelids lower , head lolling back , blonde locks rolling over his arms and hanging from there . they were painted red , her blood or his it was hard to tell .

 dreams morph into each other , their edges lost on her , almost everyone she knew and cassie screaming , johnny , his small dimples and his bruised face . they quieten down , they go black and blank after a long time and when she wakes up she remembers nothing of them . it’s a dirty ceiling above her , a single lamp in the middle of it , blurred vision clears slowly as the woman twists her pale face in a lazy wince . everything feels heavy , she keeps her eyes closed and gulps . there , her side throbs , she remembers . him . her hand instinctively tugs on the chains around it , ah yes , of course it’s him . quietly , she tries out his name , to make sure she was guessing right .  ❛ kano . . . ❜  ’ are you here ? ’

He’d never seen her so weak before - not since the time he’d betrayed her. When emotion had fuelled her and she’d sworn vengeance on him. He’d seen the anger in her eyes then, the expression that had entirely damned whatever love there had once been. Kano had known what he’d done. He always knew what he was doing. But if it were up to him - she would forgive and she would forget and she would waste her time loving him all over again.

Strong arms carry her into the only place he knows to take her, a small back-alley clinic he’s been to more times than he can count. Some dodgy Russian doctor, Kano had never gotten his name, but he’d been lucky to translate their dealings with the use of his eye. ‘Save her’ he’d told him and so the doctor had done exactly that. 

With the doctor happy and Sonya safe; Kano does only as he knows. He takes her as he would anything else he’s stolen - he chains her up, keeps her safe and away from everybody else. As the Black Dragon, she’s quick to become the treasure he guards and when he hears her voice wrestle with darkness, he too comes to life. 

In the murk she’d see the shine of his eye - red awakening amidst a sea of black. 

“Sonya-” his voice is a whisper, a whisper that seems to get louder when he switches on the light “…yer alive-” a smile now, one she must despise. He looks at her with an expression she’s seen all too many times before. Desire, bitterness, love and hate. She’s so close and yet she couldn’t be further away from him. The unreachable goal - his only goal. 

   ( ' a few assholes had started shit with him , a punch on his face was enough to make her go feral . by the time she was done with them she had blood on her knuckles and a bleeding nose ; for some reason he kissed her . hard , bloody , needy . . .  ❛ no one hurts you but me , kano . ❜ ' )

 ❛ fuckin'- ❜  she starts , closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath . veins pop out of her knuckles as she grips the sheets tighter and glares at him . but this glare was cut short when he mentioned a lock of her hair . it makes her pause , and blink a few times . her mind catches up with the fact that he had kept her hair with him , and it awakens a bigger wave of rage inside her . teeth bare as she hisses out ;  ❛ what are you talking about ? ❜  he can't , he SHOULDN'T .

He’s stood beside the flame - pan in hand and meat sizzling. It isn’t that Kano’s a bad cook…it’s simply that he isn’t as good as he thinks he is. A wave of his hand flips over the meat, the chicken browning and the stir fry around it beginning to boil. 

“Gonna be bloody lovely, this.” Smells amazing. 

 she remembers they did ’ experiments ’ on some occasions and worked on chemicals , the idea is all she’s got when he’s acting all love sick and desperate . tip of the gun brushes against his chest when he’s up on his feet , something she hates about herself ( apart from MANY things ) is her height . a reminder of older days , it’s making her blood boil .

   there comes an apology , he’s definitely drugged .

 but a good general has to control her anger ( such an hypocrite ) , and think about her soldiers when she gets an advantage like this . behind the silver gun , the blondie finds her mouth twitching in a knowing little smile . eventually the gun lowers , but still clutched between her hands . ’ i’m sorry for everything ’ is what a psycho would say after doing her wrong like THIS , kano was always little bit oj the unstable side .

 ❛ really , kano ? you would do anything for me ? ❜  there’s a mutual wildness between them , feral and unstoppable about the smallest thing that might help them get the upper hand . speaking of hand , she carefully reaches out to touch his chin , stroke his beard slowly as one would pet a dog .  ❛ there might be a way for me t’ forgive you , you know . ❜

 there comes the bloody cockroach and traps itself in spider’s web , huh ?

His heart stops when fingers graze against features; for the flicker of a second comes the reminder of how badly he craves her touch. A memory that whispers ‘you always wanted her, Kano’, a memory that urges him ‘you’ve only ever wanted her, Kano.’ But when an eye closes tight and the memory is pressed, another feeling arises. Did he hate her?

How could he ever hate her?

Eye opens again, hazel hue soft and melting like chocolate; his refrain is as sickly sweet, lips pursed and expression needy. A dog pining for its master ( or in this case, mistress ). 

“Anythin’ y’want, sweetheart-” the distance between them is so close that he can smell the shampoo that she uses ( she’d always used the same kind ). Somehow he knows that, somehow he remembers. ( Perhaps it’s because of the lock of her hair he had once kept around his neck, an attempt to choke himself with the constant reminder of his obsession for her ). Right now, that means null. He’s her biggest admirer, not some creep who’s fawned for her for years. 

“I’m yours.” 

 humming softly under her breath , nails itching to pierce through the flesh of his neck and leave him breathless ; the woman remains and stares . it won't pay up for the things he's done to her but for a little while it might soothe her rage , achillean and bright , she lets go of his chin .

i said i'd do this and now i'm mildly stressed BUT HERE WE GO FOLKS!! sender is the one sending the meme, etc, etc, and as always, ONLY use these memes if you're of an appropriate age. okay have fun ily all!!

" stay. "

" don't go... "

" are you sure you want to do this? "

" come closer. "

" i want you. "

" i wanna make tonight all about you... "

" take your clothes off... slowly. "

" god, you're beautiful... "

" we don't have to do anything tonight. would you rather cuddle, instead? "

" maybe you could... show me what you like? "

" lock the door... i don't want anyone disturbing us tonight... "

" i won't break, you know. you don't need to be gentle. "

" no, no... don't stay quiet. i like the sounds you make. "

" i... i want you. i want to feel you... "

" hey, hey... take it easy. we have all night. "

" here's my key. room 206. oh, and please... don't be long. "

" you drive me absolutely crazy, in the best, most wildly frustrating way... "

" you have no idea what you do to me, do you? "

" what would you do? if you and me were all alone, nobody to interrupt, nobody to see... or hear... the things we'd do together? "

" you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... "

" oh, i'm definitely gonna make you beg for it... "

" meet me in the restroom in ten, got it? "

" i love you... "

" you have no idea how badly i've wanted this... "

" i want you biting down on my shoulder so that all those people can't hear you screaming my name. "

" a bed? who needs a bed? i can think of thousands of different places before we'd ever need a bed... "

" i don't care if they hear us... "

a few lil actions for ya:

[ TUG ] : sender tugs receiver closer to them by the waist.

[ NECK ] : during a make-out session, sender begins to move their kisses down to the receiver's neck.

[ LOWER ] : sender takes receiver's hand and slowly guides it down below their waist.

[ GLANCE ] : sender can't resist glancing down at the receiver's lips as they're talking.

[ LINE ] : sender presses a long line of kisses from the receiver's lips, down to their waist.

[ INTERLOCK ] : sender interlocks their fingers with the receiver during sex.

[ LOUD ] : sender whispers, gasps, moans, or cries out the receiver's name during sex.

[ MUFFLE ] : sender muffles their voices by pressing their mouth into the receiver's shoulder or their pillow.

[ QUIET ] : sender covers receiver's mouth during sex so as to avoid other people hearing them moaning.

[ BOUND ] : sender uses lengths of ribbon or scarves or ties to tie the receiver down during sex.

[ RELENTLESS ] : sender practices edging on the receiver.

[ BATHROOM ] : sender and receiver engage in sex in the shower.

[ LEAD ] : sender takes receiver by the hand, and leads them on to the bed.

[ OUTSIDE ] : sender and receiver have sex outside.

[ FINALLY ] : both sender and receiver, having been teasing and flirting for a considerable length of time, finally give in and have sex for the first time.

 her own sense of fashion could be criticized in the future , with the stupid headband and red sports tights but who could really be brave enough to say it to her face ?

 perhaps calling him a punk would be too much of a bad thing to say despite his oddly laid back attitude that barely seemed to be annoyed by anything . she likes that about him , that no matter how much of a little snake he pretends to be in the back , on field of battle he’s focused and not distracted by small things . . . is she overreacting ? god damn it he’s just a guy !

 who likes knives , who can toss knives pretty well and who had a rather lovely shade of brown / hazel in his eyes . sonya was secretly a fan of brown eyes rather than blue .

 ’ little miss professional ’ almost regrets her decision to drink so much and kiss her teammate at the moment , another accidental chuckle leaving her lips at his nudge .  ❛ only if they can aim . ❜  and truly , being member of special forces didn’t necessarily mean they could aim good . her chuckle is mirrored by his , eyes fixating on the depth of his hazel hues with hands pressed on her hips . ❛ trust me , it’s a compliment . ❜

 ’ say no , this is bullshit . you know this is bullshit , remember what happened last time you slept with school’s basketball player right ? these jocks are all the sam-  what will jax say if he finds out she’s kissed the guy he was calling a sleaze and she would silently agree with . isn’t this called being two faced ?

 ❛ how can your ’ shit hole ’ apartment be brighter than this place then ? ❜  with a grip on his revealing tank top she easily pulls him away from the sidewalk where an old woman was trying to walk past him , once she’s passed , sonya doesn’t exactly let go of him . toned muscles flex remarkably under her cool palm , considering his offer as she mindlessly touches the firm pectoral .

 well , fuck it . she’s allowed to have fun .  ❛ alright then . lead the way . ❜  she could find a lie to sell jax tomorrow . hopefully . ’ we were training ’ . they start walking in silence and she breaks it with a question ;  ❛ so . when did you decide workin’ with special forces ? ❜

Her compliance is something that’s met by hands curving around her waist, a loose touch soon snatched away from him with movement. God, if he could keep his hands on her forever he would. She’s everything he wants in a woman - blonde, pretty, fierce and a fighter. Sonya Blade is somebody he’s glad he’s met…somebody he isn’t glad he’ll one day have to betray. Still, in a half-drunken state and with high spirits on his side, he’s leading the way to the ‘shithole apartment’ he’d advertised. 

A hand would clutch around hers, hardly a solid grasp - more loose fingers teasing her own. A lazy swagger to go with the saunter of his walk. 

“I’ll tell y’now t’mind the mess-” he’s half daunted by the prospect because he knows how messy he can be. There will be beer bottles that he’ll without a doubt have to shove off of a few surfaces before he shows her around. “Busy guy, me - don’t get much chance t’be home.” His half laugh turns quickly into a full smile, body turned to face her as they cross empty night-time roads and quietened streets. 

“T’answer y’question; I figured why not, y’know?” Christ, how did lying come so easy? How is it that he retains total focus? That not for a second does the creeping of a bad feeling tell him not to do. Blagging comes easy for a man who’s soul is twisted. “I- uh-” 

only street lamps light the way, a golden hue highlighting the both of them amidst the blackness of the night. 

“Done a lotta bad shit in my life, Sonya. Figured…I - uh -” he doesn’t hesitate because he tells a lie, he hesitates because he needs to think it up. “Figured I’d give somethin’ back-” 

a truth niggles beneath the surface however, finally set free as they meet an apartment block ( a dingy looking place ). 

 it's a summer night . her bare arms are hugged by the gentle warmth of darkness , muffled noises of the night and kano's australian accent . with a teasing little frown and a smile , she tilts her head ; bad shits huh ? she can't judge anyone , it's just not in her blood . silence is better she thinks , as their lazy feet take them to the apartment kano was talking about .

 nothing too fancy , she doesn't stay in a mansion either . curiosity fills the gaze , it lingers on the height of the building before eventually flicking back to him when he gets . . . oh why is he so sappy ? startled with affection , she breathes out a laughter and rolls her cat-like eyes . he doesn't have to be this sweet to get a girl in his bed , not that sonya doesn't like it . her feminine side comes forth as he keeps complimenting her , finds the courage to compliment her .  ❛ ya' gonna ask me to marry you next ? ❜

 she's learned it from her parents , loving family , warmth , a father that adored his wife . naturally , it was expected of sonya blade to want a family but it wasn't just as simple as the old days anymore . not after her mother's death at least .  ❛ come on now . ❜  it's just a joke . once the door was ajar , she pulls him in by his wrist , walking backwards the stairs but their lips were locked . it comes easy , almost natural with kano . they stumble , their clumsiness resulting in soft chuckles and all grins but they're here and he's right . this house is chaos . the blonde , with slightly redder lips , and darker eyes , step inside a little bit hesitating .

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