SCREAMING someone commented on Gelya’s IG saying they shouldn’t be celebrating second place and Gelya replied like “sorry you’re not happy about your country doing well! I’ll be very happy when you win a gold for Russia!! I’m waiting!! Good luck!!”
“If I die, and when I get to heaven with mismatched shoes, and they go like ‘ehh ehh’ then I will be proven wrong” ~HBC [on reaction to wearing mismatched shoes to the Golden Globes]
Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, implied attempted noncon, fear of noncon, mild referenced gore
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“Going to meet with Marshall again, eh?”
A ripple of chuckles runs around the bunkroom. Adelaide slows her movements momentarily, but then returns to quickly retying her boots, ignoring what is clearly a taunt. Why it’s a taunt, she hasn’t yet figured out, but everything these men say to her is meant to either insult her or get a rise out of her.
Footsteps approach, a pair of worn black boots stopping just in her line of vision. She knows it’s Jones without looking up. “Yeah, we all know all about your little, eh…visits.”
