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Fluent Freshman - Part 07

The thing about Nicky knowing that FF knows Russian and therefore understands every single excruciatingly sweet, ear-reddingly spicy, or shockingly mundane thing that Andrew and Neil say to one another is that he is objectively the 3rd worst person to know this secret.

First place is, of course, Andrew Minyard the man who has now asked him about his family 3 times in the last week and a half. FF doesn’t really care if Andrew goes after the majority of his ‘family’ since it’s just his step brothers and step dad but Andrew might go after his Grandma too so he just says “We don’t talk” every time it comes up and deletes his entire chat history with his grandma that way Andrew won’t know how close they are. If that means that Andrew thinks that no one would look for him if he happened to disappear into a shallow grave FF doesn’t know. He’s already doomed so the least he can do is save his gran.

Second place is, of course, Captain Neil. Captain has mentioned quite a few times that a lot of people stay with friends or people they’re close with over Thanksgiving break. It’s meaner than Captain Neil usually would be off of the Court reminding FF that he has friends but none close enough who would want to spend a holiday with him. He plans to go see his Gran for Thanksgiving and she plans to feed him a truly ridiculous amount of food. It’s the same plan he’s had pretty much every year since he was 13.

Third place is Nicky Hemmick. Nicky is a very nice guy who got him a paperboy to hyperventilate into a couple times and would absolutely never intentionally OUT somebody and compromise their safety! Nicky’s talked with FF about some of his background so FF has full confidence that it’s never going to be something that Nicky intentionally outs to anyone. But there are two main reasons why Nicky is the third worst person to find out about this secret.

The first reason is that Nicky Hemmick just unabashedly loves gossip. FF has heard that with the graduation of the girls the previous year had gone Allison Reynolds who had multiple running bets on multiple teammates and a whole cache of gossip. Now Nicky has access to the ultimate accidental gossip magnet in the man who no one notices, who knows any language the Foxes speak and is too awkward to get up and leave when they start talking.

Nicky will never tell another soul his secret but he also HAS to know what Neil and Andrew are saying to one another and when Nicky lies to cover for him the charge is one free conversation translation.

He’s absolutely hooked on getting translations the since the first time he had asked what Andrew and Neil are hissing at one another one morning practice.

FF translated it awkwardly feeling like a creep and like he’s invading their privacy but Nicky had helped him eat the four slavic letter flashcards he had made up to help a friend study the language when Captain Neil and Andrew had come back early from a weekend alone in Columbia.

Nicky had even assured him afterwards that the ink was probably non-toxic and given him floss so he could get the flashcard wedged between his molars out.

So….

“Andrew’s mad that Captain Neil skipped breakfast because they’re working to make him eat something for every meal. Captain Neil’s mad because Andrew’s the one that kept him in bed so long that he didn’t have time to make anything.”

Nicky squeals in delight

The second reason, which is just compounded by the first, is the fact that Nicky had promised not to tell another Soul. However Nicky Hemmick, the romantic that he is, believes that he and his Fiancé Erik share one soul since they are soulmates. Therefore Nicky Hemmic had barely even registered FF’s tears of gratitude before he was calling Erik to tell him about FF.

The sheer number of close calls that have happened because Nicky HAS to tell Erik about something Andrew and Neil said to one another or something someone else is saying is the reason FF started getting ulcers.

Watching Nicky talk to Erik about him knowing Russian is like watching a member of the three stooges walk through a construction site blindfolded. FF nearly kills himself stopping Nicky from outing him numerous times and at the end Nicky’s smiling, unscathed and unaware of the sheer number of close calls he had sauntered through.

FF can’t wait to go home and bury his face in his grandma’s lap, stress eat two apple pies, and tell her about how he thinks he might just become an electrician or a plumber or an underwater welder because one of his language professors wants him to come and speak to a lower level class (a gen-ed with over a hundred people in it) about the usefulness of LATIN for all their majors since they can parse the meaning via root word and he had panicked and said ’Sure’.

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The thing about being the only person on the team that knows that FF speaks Russian and is riddled with social anxiety is that it’s absolutely hilarious most of the time.

Every once in a while he has to step in to help the guy.

So sometimes he’ll eat flashcards. Sometimes he’ll distract his cousin with a salacious comment so FF can escape a dangerous conversation with his drunk friend. Sometimes he pushes FF to go talk to Abby about his tummy troubles. Sometimes he’ll hand over one of the brown paper bags he keeps in his backpack nowadays so FF can wheeze into it and sometimes he’ll assure his cousin that FF’s passing out after he offered to teach him how to use a knife was probably because of his stomach ulcers not because FF is terrified of Andrew stabbing him.

Nicky is the only member of the Foxes that FF regularly seeks out on his own to hang out with and Nicky just loves how hard Andrew and Neil are trying not to be jealous about it.

“I want to ask Smith if he wants to come spend Thanksgiving Break with us.” Andrew says out of the blue a week before the aforementioned break when it’s just Aaron, Neil, Nicky and himself in Nicky’s dorm room.

Nicky thinks about FF talking about going back to his hometown in Washington State and how he waxed poetic about spending Thanksgiving Break with his Grandma and how he was going to eat his weight in pie and Macaroni and Cheese.

“He’s planning on going and seeing his grandma. He won’t shut up about it.” Nicky says still glad that FF has a family member like his grandma.

Everyone else in the room look at him.

“He won’t shut up about it?” Aaron asks with an eyebrow raised. Aaron likes FF just fine and appreciates how FF has helped Katelyn start to grasp the fundamentals of the German language so quickly so she can understand what’s being said. “So what he said it twice?” He continues.

Nicky remembers FF’s ability for catastrophizing every conversation with the Foxes into one where it comes out that he speaks Russian and Andrew stabs him. As far as the other Foxes are concerned he’s a man of few words.

“He’s been talking about it all month. If I hear about his grandma’s apple pie recipe one more time I might demand he sneak a slice back for me through TSA.” Nicky loves stoking the flames, especially when the fire is harmless. He watches Aaron shrug and the skin around both Neil and Andrew’s mouths tightens. “You can ask him, the worst he can say is No.” Nicky shrugs.

Nicky is there when Andrew does ask him and he can see the prolonged internal scream of terror on the utterly blank face (or maybe he just imagines it.) and in a way Nicky is a little sad when FF shakes his head and says “No, I have plans with my Grandma.” In an utterly blank voice that means he has functionally blue-screened before turning and walking towards the nearest door so he can reboot in solitude.

“The offer stands if you change your mind.” Neil says and Nicky is impressed with the seemingly very casual thumbs up FF gives as he power walks away.

A little less than a week later Nicky finds Andrew next to FF and FF looking down at a cancelled flight notification after coming in from a truly monumental storm.

Andrew offers Thanksgiving in Columbia again.

Nicky tries to stop it from happening he can see that FF is a little lost in his disappointment over not being able to see his grandma and not thinking clearly but before he can snap him out of it.

“Sure.”

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Andrew internally: I was able to help out someone. Bee's gonna be proud.#FF: HE WAITED UNTIL I WAS AT MY WEAKEST TO ENSNARE ME. I'M GOING TO WAKE UP IN A REVERSE BEAR TRAP.#FF spends the next 12 hours watching Saw movies to prepare himself mentally on escaping from any and all torture devices #Nicky: Can't you just reschedule your flight?#FF: No it was the only day she could borrow a car to pick me up from the airport #FF: Any other day my step fam would find out that I was back in the state :(#Nicky not fully up to date on the Step situation: And that's bad?#FF: And that's bad.#FF: Please cremate me so that my granny doesn't have to see my mangled remains #FF: Give her my ashes and let her know my last thoughts were of her.#Nicky: I really gotta find you a girlfriend.#Fluent Freshman #Nicky Hemmick #Andrew Minyard #Neil Josten #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG Shitpost #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #My Fics #FF - Pt. 07

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chefkids · 6 days

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Ziggy time.

They only gave us a teaser because what is ahead for Carmy is really going to test all of our patience and endurance. He is about to be put through so much suffering that we are not even prepared for. From going Michelin mode to his failationship to his mother to letting down Syd. This dude is going to struggle.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #sydcarmy #the bear fx #the tortured chefs department #the bear meta #the bear season 3

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toasterpiastris · 26 days

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Taylor actually released florida!!! for Logan sargeant

#logan sargeant #taylor swift #florida!!!#logie bear #ttpd #the tortured poets department

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artworks-things · 5 months

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Oh!! We lost him!!

#scp foundation #scp #scp art #scp fanart #fanart #patchwork bear #the tickle monster #Iron tortured soul #scp 999 #scp 2295 #scp 203

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soupdeewoop · 20 days

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DOWN BAD IS REMUS’ SONG

#atyd remus lupin #remus #atyd remus #remus lupin #marauders #soup talks about marauders era peeps #taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #ts ttpd #soups in her ttpd era (bear with her)

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #11

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: death wish / suicidal ideation, vampire whumpee, captivity, bear trap, broken bones, burns

@whumptober Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” / Animal trap / Captivity / “No one will find you.”

The muscle in Kane’s leg spasmed as if crying out, crushed between shattered bone and hard metal. He whined in pain and tried to curl in on on himself, but any movement just made it worse.

With a sharp gasp, he abandoned the effort, lying limp on the floor of his cell, the bear trap snapped snugly around his leg. The silver, melted and slathered haphazardly over the trap’s jaws, pressed into his skin with enormous force as it desperately tried to close together, frustrated with Kane’s leg in the way.

It was always so much worse when it pressed in, and now it did it from both sides. A touch against silver was bad enough, but the way it pinched his skin between the jaws to sear into it, a white-hot flame that would never die, was unbearable. The pressure was greater than when hunters would push or pull him into the cell’s bars, and unlike a human, the trap was uninclined to ever let go.

But the hunters had left him like this, and he had no hope of removing himself from the trap until they returned. Kane whined again, louder this time, and pressed his face into the cool concrete floor, as if it could somehow cancel out the hellish burning.

“Help,” he gasped. A habit he’d been making less and less use of. He’d well lost track of how long it had been by this point, but it was obvious no one was coming to save him– and even more obvious that he was helpless to save himself.

There was only one way out, and that was death. And even that had been cruelly dangled out of his reach.

As long as his captivity felt, Kane knew that in reality, it was laughably short. Surely only a few years. He was young enough for a vampire, only barely past one-hundred. While a human his age would be on death’s door if they hadn’t already met it, and a human equivalent to him in physicality– thirty or so– would only live for sixty-odd more, he had more than a thousand years stretching beyond him, if he couldn’t earn a staking before then.

Even that hope was diminished, knowing the hunters had too much fun making him their plaything to let him meet death so easily. Perhaps in a century, when all his current tormenters would be dead and cycled out for new ones, the next generation of humans would have a change of heart.

It was little comfort to him now, the peace of death a distant dream. A shard of bone shifted in his leg and the trap cinched tighter, wringing a wail from his hoarse throat.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #animal trap #captivity #no one will find you #oc #fic #death wish #broken bones #burns #torture #kane and jim drabbles #kanes whumptober bites #whump #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #bear trap

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thranduel · 9 months

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i'm so proud of him you don't understand

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #my screenshots #i'm gonna cry #my boy :(#i waited 3 years for that character development and I GOT IT #I NEVER GAVE UP ON HIM #to everyone who reduces him to some one dimensional evil asshole and/or the bear guy or whatever... GET AWAY #he is so much more than that #and to make it clear #i am not defending who he was or what he did #there are mistakes he can't undo and there'll always be things i hated that he did but the fact that he is still capable of growing is huge #like cazador took everything from him and then abused and tortured him for so long #of course he was going to be broken #he had only known cruelty #he probably never wanted to pretend to be a hero or make false promises of helping others because he never experienced that #no one ever helped him #being emotionless prevented him from being further in pain #but as you get to know him more and actually start treating him like a person he starts showing emotion again #he starts feeling things #he literally approved when i gave a child on the street some food #ages ago he wouldn't have done that #but it just shows how much he's grown #and he is genuinely grateful for our support and the fact that we treat him like a person #he never knew what that felt like #anyways i am emotional

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accio-victuuri · 2 months

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wang yibo - war of faith douyin update ; Thousands of lights are smiling, and happiness becomes concrete at this moment

#i won’t be posting the douyin updates or cuts of his torture scene cause i can’t bear it 🥲🥲🥲 will do if it’s bts tho #i like happy moments like this soooooo #my son lai lai can’t take a break!#wang yibo #wei ruolai #war of faith

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thalassic-p4rk · 3 months

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im sorry.

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whumpr · 7 months

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Remember Me

She looked up to the ceiling before she could see the electrodes, but she still closed her eyes as he applied them.

Contains: Electrocution, Lady Whump, Silent Whumper, Masked Whumper, Torture, Captivity --

A bruising grip beneath her jaw kept her facing forward as the restraints were tightened around her head. Kris stared down her reflection in the guard’s mirrored mask, gloved fingers threatened bruises along her jaw and cheeks, blood had started to dry in her hairline, but she stared through her own eyes to the unseen gaze of the guard underneath. His hand moved to adjust the restraints clasped around her head. She followed a flash of ink to the hem of his sleeve; a small tattoo of a teddy bear peeked out from beneath his uniform. “The one with the little teddy.” She said, lip curled into a sneer. “I know about you. Marcello calls you ‘Bear.’” The guard finished securing her to the chair, turning away to roughly pull his sleeve over his tattoo as he made his way back across the room. “A sick sadist, he says.” She continued, “A monster, high on power. Is that true? Because I am looking at you now and I don’t think it’s true.” The guard crossed back across the room to her. He knelt to pull at the restraints at her ankles, then her calves, wrists, biceps. Making sure each was secure and tightening the ones she might have room to move in. “A sick sadist, yes.” She said, “But power?” She grunted as he forced her head back into the chair’s wooden headrest to fasten her tighter in place. Her head was forced into a subtle backwards tilt, and her voice strained with the angle of her neck.

“See, I notice your uniform. The–The colors on your helmet. Yours are blue. Barely visible. If you ranked higher you’d have gold. Wouldn’t you? Have you not earned a color that lets you be seen?” The guard knelt in front of her again. A fabric bag in front of him that she knew all too well. He unzipped it slowly–the sound made her breath catch in her throat. “But, blue, gold, gray, that doesn’t matter. Does it? If you had any power to be high on you wouldn’t be one of Lawton’s little faceless lackeys.” The chill of alcohol swabs on her skin set her nerves on edge. She looked down to watch the guard take off one leather glove and replace it with medical latex. He gathered the conductive gel onto two fingers. Her stomach roiled as he applied it to her arms, down her calves. He didn’t look at her, he didn’t even pause at her taunts. She looked up to the ceiling before she could see the electrodes, but she still closed her eyes as he applied them. “You haven’t even earned a uniform that fits you.” She whispered, her eyes screwed shut. “Or do you just fold the sleeves back to show off your little bear?” A latex gloved hand, slick with conductive gel, fixed itself beneath her chin. Her eyes snapped open as the guard’s fingers tightened against her jaw.

The mask reflected her wide eyes back to her, tears she hadn’t been aware of brimming in her eyes already. She set her jaw, hands gripping the arms of the wood chair beneath her. She watched as ice replaced the fear in her reflection’s eyes, even as she failed to blink her tears away.

“Bastard.” She whispered.

The guard secured the leather gag between her teeth.

He stepped away from her, snatching a small black remote from the metal table just behind him. The way he walked was smooth, confident, with a casual sway in his shoulders. He crossed the small room and pivoted on his heel to face Kris again as he leaned back against the wall.

He raised his right hand–the one with the remote–and let his sleeve fall enough to show the tattoo again. He tapped the bear with his left hand, then slowly raised those two fingers to tap his mask at the temples.

Remember me. He seemed to say.

He passed the remote into his left hand and flipped the switch.

#whump #my writing #Kris #Bear #torture whump #electrocution whump #Chaos Team #lady whump #masked whumper

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