Hey love! Iâm so happy to see a new blog and I can feel that youâre already a favorite ;). Ok so, Iâm a 5â10 Mexican girl with a sharp tongue. I have a big heart and always help where I can. Iâm tough when I need to be and I donât let people walk over me, choosing to call them out loud af. Some of my hobbies are reading, having adventures with my friends, and learning about history. Can I have this be with s76? (Or anyone who you think would fit me bc tbh idk how to match myself) thank you!! <3
          HOW WOULD THEY BREAK YOU? ( CLOSED )  -  13 / 21
Having adventures with your friends? Are you guys like, slaying dragons? Fighting crime? Getting lost on the subway system in the rough part of town?
I guess the only important question here is: can I come with? I want to have adventures.
Warnings:Â Extreme social isolation, emotional abuse, nonconsensual use of drugs, needles/medical equipment, implied drug dependency, military themes, physical exertion, use of a shock collar. Jack is a little too methodical and efficient with this shit, but if weâre being honest thatâs really not surprising.
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Why heâd work well with you: (because I do think he would!)
- Part of what draws him to you is your earnest, empathetic heart. Normally that soft, giving attitude would be found on someone sensitive and understated, but youâre a hell of a far cry from a pushover. You stand up for yourself (and even others) without a second thought, and he canât shake his fascination with that easy, natural strength.
- Perhaps, in some ways, you remind him of who he used to be.
- Taming you will be one of the greater challenges heâs faced in life, but he didnât survive the Enhancement Program for lack of will and fortitude. He overcame the serum, he overcame the collapse of Overwatch, and heâll overcome you, too.
- There may be some bloodshed between the two of you, in that you are so like Gabriel that sometimes he just loses it. But every time you hold your own, he remembers why he had to have you.
- Although your thirst for mental stimulation, for information, may run you into some trouble with 76, it also makes you quite adept at solving the puzzle that is him. Once you get a handle on his personality, his moods, and, maybe if you play your cards right, his history-- youâll find yourself equipped not only to handle him, but to hold your own as well.
- If all ends well, the two of you will be on the same level, able to keep each other engaged and challenged.
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- In many ways, your life begins a lot like youâve entered a bootcamp you definitely did not enlist for.
- For the first few weeks, you donât even see your captor. An alarm blares shrill and angry in your eardrums at fuck oâclock in the morning (or at least, you assume it is. thereâs no natural light to indicate time), and a bodiless voice pushes you through a series of menial, exhausting physical tasks.
- The handy little collar secured around your neck ensures that itâs in your best interest to obey. On days youâre particularly unruly or rebellious, the labor drags on for hours longer than usual. When dinner comes through the little slot in the door thatâs built like itâd be the last thing standing in a nuclear fallout, itâs a gray, tasteless gruel.
- You shiver through the night on a cheap, scratchy cot with a thin, standard-issue infantry blanket, and you start to wonder if you actually have somehow ended up in a military prison.
- The voice is not sympathetic to your questions, and is overall unresponsive. Your only indication of being watched by a real human being, is the jarring zap your collar delivers when you misbehave.
- And then, after so long that youâre sure your missing persons posters have begun to peel off their walls and bulletin boards, hope lost and then forgotten-- your meals begin to improve. Less meatloaf and veggie loaf and other loafed atrocities, and more meals that have flavor. Meals that leave you feeling full and sated.
- After one particularly filling dinner, you feel groggy. Unbalanced, nauseous, weak in the knees. Distantly, you think you should have known better than to trust this new development.
- You wake up to a soft bed and a warm body spooning you from behind. When you think to fight, jerking away and thrashing, thereâs a deep sigh and a sleepy grumble from the stranger. You recognize that voice, dread filling you to the core, and before you can do much more than scramble to your feet, he has you wrestled down to the floor with the cap of a syringe in his teeth and a needle in your shoulder.
- This time whatever he gives you isnât strong enough to knock you out, but you canât do much more than feebly stumble towards any door you can find. Theyâre always locked, but you try and try until large, firm hands steer you away. The world is a hazy mess, pieces of memory constantly shifting like snapshots of a dream.
- Youâre certain no one is looking for you anymore, and no matter how much you hate him, how much you loathe him, the man that haunts you in this nightmare is the only human youâve seen in months. Maybe longer.
- He holds you close when you canât fight him, rubs gentle hands over your back and shoulders and lets his simple touch remind you how bone-achingly lonely you are.Â
- When he starts to ease you off the sedatives, it doesnât take long for you to notice. Suddenly the world isnât cloudy, everything is so crisp and clear and loud and bright, and half of you wants to run until your legs give out while the other half wants to curl back up underneath that blanket of soothing, muffled fog.
- He tells you itâs going to be alright, you just have to adjust to things normally again. Says you might be in withdrawal, but youâll get through it. Both of you.Â
-Â Paltry resistances wrack the tenuous relationship heâs forming with you, but whenever you fall asleep on the bathroom floor, exhausted from crying and from feeling everything and nothing at all, you wake up the same as you did that first morning.
- Privileges come slow and steady, a book here and a movie there. Things to do while heâs gone. He even tolerates some pushback, will entertain an argument, even a fight or a struggle. Although heâs wearing you down hard and mercilessly, he does have fun when that sharp-tongued personality begins to show itself once more.
- However, stepping over the line once or twice too many times has you waking on a rickety cot in a sealed room, familiar band around your neck. It doesnât matter when you sob or beg or rock on your heels for hours, curled in a ball on the floor. You serve your sentence in his hellish bootcamp, for however long his whims have decided. You never know how long it will be, only that you have no choice but to endure until heâs satisfied.
- And when you return to waking in that familiar bed, comfortable and warm and finally not alone, you begin to wonder if resistance is worth the price- or if this is really so bad, after all.
