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Bisexual women are the problem. Yet look at how many studs are acting a fool for Druski.
Just so they can collect a little bit of coins.
(So basically you will turn straight/bisexual, if there is money involved.)
They don’t like it when I highlight that they are bisexual as well. Cause you can’t claim to be a masculine lesbian and then appear on a dating show, fighting for the attention of a man. They love to come up with every single excuse for what they do. Claiming it’s just for jokes and content. Bullshit
Druski isn’t having difficulty finding studs who are willing to act in love with him, for content. Meaning a lot of these studs are willing to make fun of themselves for a bit of social media attention. Druski had studs literally sucking on bananas at his shows. Y'all studs are desperate.
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𝓝𝓸 𝓐𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓾
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Hey yall this my first time doing this so don’t hate but anyway enjoy 🖤🏀
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The bus ride back was dead quiet.
Not sleepy quiet.
That after a bad loss quiet.
Grace had her hood up, headphones on but not playing anything. Bella was two seats back, staring out the window like the darkness outside personally offended her. Nobody joked. Nobody played music. Just the low rumble of the bus and the sting of a game that should’ve gone different.
The second y’all pulled into the facility parking lot, both of them spotted you waiting by your car.
Grace tried to act normal. Failed immediately.
She didn’t even dap up her teammates like usual — just beelined straight for you, dropped her bag, and folded into your arms like her bones gave out. Full body weight. No warning.
“Hi to you too,” you laughed softly, holding her up.
“She played mad,” Bella added, walking up behind her, voice tired but fond. “Mad Grace is scary. I almost felt bad for the other team.”
Grace mumbled into your shoulder, “They deserved it.”
“You still lost, babe,” you teased.
She squeezed you tighter in response.
Bella slid in from the side, arms wrapping around both of you, cheek squishing against your other shoulder. Now you were just… trapped between two very sweaty, very clingy athletes.
“I missed you,” Bella muttered.
“You FaceTimed me six times today.”
“And?” she said, like that proved her point.
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Back at your apartment
Grace was stretched out on the couch, legs wide, staring at the ceiling like she was replaying every missed shot of her life.
You sat on the floor between her knees, thumbs rubbing slow circles into her calves. She didn’t even pretend she didn’t love it — her muscles went soft almost instantly.
Bella came out of your bedroom wearing one of your hoodies, hair damp from a quick shower, and made a beeline straight to you. She sat behind you, wrapped her arms around your waist, and rested her chin on your shoulder.
You were now sandwiched again.
“You’re both heavy,” you said.
“Shh,” Bella whispered. “We are emotionally fragile.”
Grace peeked down at you. “You still wearing my jersey to home games?”
“Obviously.”
“Sprayed it last game,” she added, a little smirk showing up. “Extra.”
“I KNOW,” you said. “My whole room smelled like you.”
“That’s the point,” she replied.
Bella groaned dramatically. “Disgusting. Y’all are disgusting.”
“You literally call me ‘my wife’ in public,” you shot back.
She paused. “…That’s different.”
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Later that night
The lights were low. TV playing some random show Grace swore you needed to watch but you weren’t paying attention to.
Grace was sitting on the floor now, back against the couch, and you were behind her, fingers slowly working through her hair while it was out of its usual style. She melted every single time you did that — eyes closed, shoulders loose, breathing deep.
“Don’t mess it up,” she murmured.
“I know, I know.”
Bella was half-laying on top of both of you from the couch, arm dangling over your shoulder, fingers absently tracing shapes on your collarbone.
“You know,” Bella said sleepily, “next game we win, we’re all going out.”
Grace opened one eye. “We go out when we lose too.”
“Yeah but this time we won’t be mad and brooding.”
“I don’t brood.”
“You absolutely brood,” you and Bella said at the same time.
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the tiny smile.
Silence settled again — not heavy like the bus ride, but warm. Safe.
Bella’s breathing evened out first. Knocked out.
Grace tilted her head back against your shoulder.
“Thanks for always showing up,” she said quietly.
“Always,” you replied, kissing her temple.
Her hand found yours, squeezing once before her eyes drifted shut too.
And just like that, the bad game didn’t feel so big anymore.
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Grace woke up first.
Not fully — just enough to realize Bella was half on top of you and you were still playing in her hair.
“You’re still up?” she muttered.
“Mhm.”
She turned her head slightly and kissed your wrist. Slow. Absent. Tired.
Bella stirred when you shifted, eyes barely open. “Don’t move… warm…”
“I can’t feel my leg,” you said.
“Sacrifices must be made,” she mumbled, immediately falling back asleep for three more seconds before waking again like she remembered something important.
“Oh — we lost.”
Grace groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
You leaned forward, arms wrapping around Grace from behind, cheek brushing hers. “You still played good.”
She huffed. “I missed easy ones.”
“You also carried defense.”
Bella, now more awake, slid down off the couch and onto the floor with you both, squeezing into Grace’s side and pressing a soft kiss under her jaw.
“Next game,” Bella said quietly. “We bounce back.”
Grace looked between the two of you — one hand in her hair, the other tangled with Bella’s fingers.
Her voice dropped softer. “Y’all always got me like this after losses?”
“Like what?” you asked.
“Feeling less mad.”
Bella smiled against her shoulder. “Yeah. But you gotta shower first next time. You smell like regret and gym socks.”
Grace gasped. “That’s crazy.”
You laughed, and the sound melted the last of the tension in the room.
Grace turned, slow and deliberate, one hand sliding to your waist. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just close. Bella’s hand stayed on your thigh, thumb tracing lazy lines back and forth.
It wasn’t about the game anymore.
It was quiet touches. Foreheads resting together. Soft kisses that lingered longer than usual — the kind that say I’m here without words.
Grace exhaled against your lips. “Missed you more than I was mad.”
Bella nodded, brushing her nose against your cheek. “Same.”
You smiled between them. “Good. Because you’re both stuck with me.”
Grace kissed you again, slower this time, hand tightening slightly at your waist before she pulled back just enough to murmur—
“C’mon. Bedroom.”
Bella immediately perked up. “Race you.”
Grace stood, grabbed your hand, and pulled you up with her while Bella jogged ahead dramatically like she was about to win a championship instead of sprinting ten feet down a hallway.
and the bedroom door clicked shut.
You followed, laughter echoing behind you.
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ive been tryna make diy studs out of cans but they keep ending up a trapizoid at the bit where i have to ffold the edges, flat, or they tear 😭😭
