There was a tiktok where someone said how there was no male character to ship grace with. That post was just so weird because there is a male character. Carl, but because he's black I guess he's not an option?? And there's also YƔo but again, not white.
And why do you need a male character to be able to ship him?? Why is that what you're automatically looking for. I know this is a controversial topic but it's literally just fetishizing mlm relationships and gay men.
Thinking about Lars gaining a little weight and being self conscious about it, not realizing how good he looks. He's already so tall and large, but the bit of pudge lining his stomach and thighs now make you shutter with want. He's so soft and strong as he holds you, warm arms and large hands pressing your body tightly against him, against his growing bulge. He hold you down with this strong arms as he ruts into you pathetically, whining and crying at how desperate he is for your praise and approval.
He wants, no NEEDS, to know he's beautiful and he work and does whatever he needs to do to draw those words from your lips.
Big Lars is so beautiful to me and I need him NEOW
Ilya gains a little weight while theyāre apart and he feels self conscious about it because Shane is so healthy, and for the first time in years he feels a little nervous taking his shirt off in front of him when they finally see each other again
Shane doesnāt say anything and Ilya looks up at him expecting to see judgement or disappointment or get an āI told you soā about his eating habits. Instead he sees Shane frozen halfway taking his shirt off, pupils dilated wide like a cat that just got a face full of catnip, actively reaching a 4th dimension of horniness heretofore unknown to science
Ilya who stops hooking up with other people after Shane. Not right away, but Ilya soon realizes that strangers just aren't the same as with Hollander. He even stops hooking up with Svetlana, who is admittedly pissy about it but just rolls her eyes after she realizes it's about a "girl". Ilya still parties, goes to clubs, drinks, etc. He'll let a picture be taken of him rubbing on a girl on the dance floor, or of a woman's hand on his bicep. But he always goes home alone, thinking about the next time he'll be able to meet Hollander.
Shane, who does not know any of this. Shane, who believes Ilya has been sleeping with people the whole time. Shane, who only learns the truth when Ilya utters it at the cottage. Shane, who confesses his love right then and there.
okay so obviously i love shane gaining weight after retirement but now im thinking about a shane who was always meaty and chunky his whole lifeā¦ ilya meeting him outside the rink and being a little shocked bc he hadnāt imagined that THE shane hollander, young superstar phenomenon, would have such rounded cheeks, so much softness gathered under his chin, so much obvious girth around his middle, noticeable even through his winter jacketā¦ ilya hates to admit it later but it does make him underestimate shane a little. thatās quickly changed when they play their first game and shane is an absolute BEAST on the ice, handling his bulk such a fluid speed and momentum that ilya immediately understands why everyone who knows anything about hockey says that shane is about to become the best in the league. but then the draft happens. and boston picks ilya first. and their statement says something like āwe could tell just by looking at him that ilya was the kind of player we want for our team.ā and ilya stands beside shane for the picture, can feel the disappointment and anger rolling off shane in waves, and when theyāre handed out their jerseys for the photograph ilya catches someone say āsure that one will be big enough for Hollander?ā to an audience of laughter, and when ilya slides a glance left he finds shaneās cheeks gone pink, his eyes wet with fury and embarrassment as he holds up his fingers for number two.
that night ilya canāt sleep, so he goes down to the gym. hollander is already there. hollander is there in a tight white compression shirt that leaves very, very little to the imagination, and ilya grips the handles of his bike and tries not to dart too many glances at the way the shirt clings to the thick cushion of shaneās biceps. then theyāre off the bikes, panting together on the floor, ilyaās eyes drawn inexorably to the way shaneās stomach heaves as he catches his breath. the shirt is so tight around shaneās belly that ilya can see the clear outline of his deepset navel, the fabric clinging to the soft rolls that have formed when he sat down. ilya shakes his water bottle at him for something to do, and when shane reluctantly accepts ilya drinks in the sight of shaneās thick rounded thighs rubbing together as he shifts positions, the fat bulge of his dick visible beneath the slight hang of his soft gut. shane leans forward again to return the water bottle, and the movement makes the shirt ride up, exposing an inch of smooth, plush belly. shane immediately turns pink and yanks his shirt back down, but ilya is already so hard in his gym shorts that he comes almost immediately after getting back to his hotel room.
ilya gets asked to do the CCM shoot. they ask if he has a suggestion for another player to do it with, and of course he immediately suggests shane. the marketing team glance around at each other, weird about it. āwhat?ā ilya demands, and the campaign director responds delicately that theyāre not sure if hollander really has theĀ lookĀ they want to represent with their brand. āhe is exceptional hockey player, and your brand sells hockey gear. where is problem?ā ilya responds bluntly, and the team canāt find a way to refute him.Ā
after the shoot, ilya heads to the showers, and hollander is already there. he hasnāt noticed ilya yet, and ilya drinks in the naked breadth of him, the body heās jacked off to just imagining nearly every night. and shane is even better in reality. the ass ilyaās ogled through pants is even fatter and rounder when itās bare, his thighs so thick and wide heās almost pear-shaped. and his belly. gorgeously plump and soft beneath his broad muscular chest, the plush lower curve marked with silvery stretch marks, his hips curved with thick love handles. ilya watches as shane nonchalantly lifts up his belly to wash the crease underneath, and ilya gets so hard itās nearly painful.Ā
when ilya gets into the shower, shaneās whole body blushes, the prettiest pink blooming across his soft tanned skin, and thereās no way ilya can hide the way heās staring. shane notices, of course, and his cheeks flush darker. āfuck off,ā he says, eyes downcast but defiant. āif youāre going to chirp me about my weight just know iāve already heard it all.ā
ilyaās hand is on his dick at this point, throbbing so hard that he canāt help palming himself for some relief. āah, no,ā he says, and now he feels his own face growing hot. āinsulting you, this is not what i wish to do with you.ā
shane throws him a look, and finally notices ilyaās erection. the hand rubbing again and again on ilyaās cock.
For the birthday of one of my super special amazing talented awesome friends! One of my g(hole)den girls (iykyk) @judymarch15!
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Eddie watches Buck scurry back and forth like a frantic-- well, still fairly new parent. He can't help, nore does he try to stop, the chuckle it causes. Oneā¦ twoā¦Ā ThreeĀ whole trips from his truck to the house and back. Bringing in far more than Theo will need for the night. (Far more than he would need for an entire weekā¦Ā maybe even two!)Ā "Correct me if I'm wrong, Buckā¦ but youĀ areĀ coming back in the morning right?" He purses his lips into a smirk at how Buck stops dead in his tracks and glares at him.
"Lookā¦ it- it's just--" Buck sighs, shoulders slumping like the energy has just vanished from his body. "This is his first time-- s- since--"
"Buckā¦" Eddie says, softer now. Less teasing, fully understanding what Buck is trying to convey. He remembers the first time he let Chris spend the night with someone who wasn't his parents, Abuela or Pepa. (Of course that someone had been Buck, so this feels very full circle for them.) "He's going to be fine."
"Yeah," Buck sighs, almost like a question. They hear giggling coming from the living room and look to see Chris and Theo playing a game; more so Theo is playing and Chris is just waving his controller around but not actually moving his character so Theo can beat him. Eddie watches as a smile slowly spreads across Buck's face. A calmness floods his expression, and he nods. "Yeah," he repeats, more confident. "Yeah he's-- he's gonna be fine."
Eddie doesn't give Buck too much hell as he still insists on going over a very detailed list he wrote up for Theo. His likes, dislikes, allergies (just dust-- EddieĀ doesĀ give a bit of hell for the implications his house is dusty) and bedtime routine. He nods along, arms crossed tightly across his chest, with what he is sure is a look of growing annoyance on his face. "I think I got it," he assures. "You haveĀ absolutelyĀ nothing to worry about. Believe it or not,Ā I have done this before."Ā
Buck looks torn, and Eddie does sympathize with himā¦ so he bites his lips when Buck lingers in his goodbye hug-- a hug he damn near had to pry Theo from the game system for. Eddie has to admit, though, the sight does tug at his heart strings. Buck fell into parenthood very easily, which is not surprising in and of itself, but it's still nice to see how easy it came. He is very happy for him. Things have finally been looking upā¦ even given--
"Love you most, I said it first!" Theo says loudly, with a huge, bright, triumphant smile.
"Ahh, darnā¦ you-- you got me kiddo," Buck says, returning that sunshiny smile as he ruffles Theo's hair. It only takes about ten more minutes of a goodbye before Buck finally manages to actually leave. He is more or lessĀ sulkingĀ out to the truck, into the truckā¦ as he starts the truck! Eddie watches as he sighs and turns to check behind him, then suddenly throws the truck back into park, reaches into the back for something unseen, and reopens his door.
Eddie is prepared to give him fullĀ actualĀ hell this time, but when he rounds the truck, Theo sees what he is holding. The child screeches, "Duck Duckley!" He takes off from Eddie towards Buck and leaps from the porch into waiting arms.
"Y- Yeah you don't want to forget him! It would have been a nightmare!" Buck looks at Eddie more saying this, than saying it to Theo, who has grabbed the stuffed realistic looking mallard duck and is hugging it to his body. Eddie fully understands the convenience that they caught this in time. He has heard all the stories in the month since the child was gifted his current comfort item about how attached he is to it.
Another long hug, and Buck sits Theo down with Duck Duckley and finallyĀ (finally)Ā leaves.
Theo waves until the truck disappears down the road. Then he stares in the direction it disappeared for long enough that Eddie worries there might be a meltdown over the separation after all. He holds his breath as Theo finally walks back to him, but then Chris wins a battle on his game and the victory music distracts him, causing him to race back inside and request to play again.
All good things come to an end, however and eventually Chris was tired of (not) playing the game against Theo. Plus he had already made plans to hang out with some friends that night, and so he needed to get ready. Which leaves Eddie as Theo's entertainment and before Eddie can suggest a calm, non destructive game, Theo smacks his arm and yellsĀ "Tag!"Ā Then he takes off through the house.
A very intense chase, if Eddieā more so Eddie's kneesā says so himself, ensues. Through the house, almost every room, and eventually out the back door. Eddie knows damn well he is faster than a four year old, but the little speedster is small and gets through spots Eddie just cannot. It comes to a point Eddie is a little offended (with himself) he is still the 'tagged' and not had a chance at being the 'tagee'. But a loud gasp followed by immediate and loud wailing stops him in his tracks and makes him completely forget about the game.
"Theo?!" Eddie calls looking throught the hedges along the back of the house the kid disappeared into. "What happened?Are you hurt?!" Dear Godā¦ Buck is going to kill him if so.
The hedges tremble as Theo makes his way back out of them. He is covered in dirt and if Eddie can't get it out of his clothesā¦ Buck just might kill him anyway. However, he doesn't look hurt. No scrapes, no blood. Theo is still sobbing, though, so Eddie walks over and kneels down to better inspect him.
Turns out Theo doesn't have the injuryā¦ It's Duck Duckley. Theo holds him up, sniffling pitifully as he reveals the large gash down his belly. Stuffing pouring out. Very gruesome sight, actually. Eddie understands Theo's reaction. "It- it- it was an accideeeeeent!" Theo wails.
"Heyā¦" Eddie says, fully snapping into Tio Eddie mode. "Hey, buddy, it's okay. I know that!" He wraps an arm around Theo and pulls him into a tight hug.
"It- it- it's not- it's not o- okaaaaaaay!"
"It will be," Eddie says softly. He carefully takes the duck from Theo's grip and turns him over, pushing the stuffing back inside the tear. "I can fix this."
Theo sniffles, wipes his eyes, and looks up at Eddie. "You- You can?"
"Heck yeah.Ā No hay problema!"Ā
"No- No hayā"
Eddie laughs, ruffling Theo's hair. "No problem," he translates, and the child smiles up at him.
They walk back into the house, Theo hot on Eddie's heels, to where he keeps his "sewing kit". (A big ziploc on the top shelf of his towel closetā¦ One would think after all this time he would have a more organized container, but no.) Theo follows him from the towel closet to the kitchen table, and he climbs into a chair right beside the one Eddie slides into.
"Ooo! Blue,Ā blueā¦"Ā Theo insists when Eddie goes for the white thread.
"You got it kid," Eddie laughs and switches the spools.
Theo watches, with his little arms propped up on the table, and his chin resting in his hands. It reminds Eddie of Chris in a fairly similar situation, actually. Eddie laughs to himself, and says "Believe it or not, this is not the first time my sewing expertise has saved the dayā¦" Theo looks up at him and lifts his brows, listeningā maybe not fully understandingā¦ but Eddie continues anyway.
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Not long after he'd come home, before Shannon leftā¦ Chris had been playing in the yard and his jacket had caught onĀ something.Ā Ripped right down the back. Chris was devastated, and Eddie didn't understand itā "It's a jacket," he'd said to Shannon, after she'd managed to calm Chris down and he'd finally fallen asleep. "There isn't even any characters on it."
"He just likes it, Eddieā¦" she sighed in return. "I don't know why. Maybe because it's worn in and soft, or maybe he just likes the colorā¦ or how it fits." She sighed again, and Eddie couldn't help but feel like he just couldn't do anything right. He said the wrong things, did the wrong things. Even when the issue wasn't directly his fault, it felt like it was just added weight to the rest he carried. "He will be fine, " Shannon said. "Like you said, it's just a jacket. We can find him one just like it. Don'tā Don't worry about it."
She turned and left him there, alone with the ruined jacket draped across the kitchen counter. Eddie picked it up and looked at the tear. It had ripped straight down the back, but it had ripped straight, which was good.
The next morning Eddie surprised Chris (and Shannon) with the fixed jacket. Chris' eyes lit up happily, and Shannon gasped in awe. She took the jacket and inspected the stitched line, impressed. "Since when did you know how to sew?" She asked, teasingly.
"I am a man of many talent," Eddie told her, wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her into a kiss, that Chris very loudly objected to.
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Thenā¦ there wasĀ anotherĀ time when Chim had taken Jee out in her nice new dress Maddie had bought for a special occasion. But Chim was (and still is) soft, especially for a pair of Buckley grade puppy dog eyes. Jee had begged to wear it, and he'd been sure he could keep her from messing the dress up.
How wrong he had been.
He'd come running to the station, in a panic. Rightfully so, Maddie was definitely going to kill him! "Well Chim," Bobby had said, pursing his lips, trying to hold back laughter. (The rest of the team was not trying to hold back at all.) "This isn't really the type of emergency we handle here."
Eddie could have immediately told him he could fix the rip in the dress, but he let him stew on it for a few minutes. He let him make several, gradually more desperate phone calls around the area. Waited until he'd offered the last one an extra hundred bucks if they could just get to it today. Thenā "Hell, if you're offering those rates I'll do it." Chim shot him a glare and rolled his eyes. Eddie laughed, but plucked Chim's phone out of his hand before he could commit to the tailor on the line.
"What the hell, Diaz!?"
"Seriously," Eddie said to him. "I'll do it."
"YouĀ can fix it?"
"IĀ can fix it," Eddie quipped back with identical sass.
And he did! Chim looked ready to cry when Eddie handed the dress over and he couldn't even find the location of the tear. He thanked Eddie, and scooped Jee up and they left.
And Jee told Maddie all about it that night!
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Another time.
Mara had been living with Hen and Karen for a while. So long that she'd really stopped even needing the comfort of the blanket she'd kept so near and dear to her. Which was probably for the best as it was old, and worn, and tattered. But it was special and she loved it.
Eddie had been making a plate of food, at one of Bobby and Athena's cookouts (held at the Han residence while the future Grant-Nash house was still being decided on), when he felt a gently tug on his shirt. He turned to see Mara standing there. "Hiā¦" she said, almost nervously.
Then she proceeded to explain that MamaĀ HenĀ had told her he was a pretty skilled seamstress. Eddie nearly choked on a bite of hotdog, but agreed he knew his way around a needle and some thread.
Mara explained her blanket is falling apart around the edges, and she wanted to preserve at least a part of it. Eddie hummed, following along as Mara pulled out her phone and showed him an image of a throw pillow with a patch of fabric sewn onto it. "Can you do something like this?"
"CanĀ IĀ do something like this?" Eddie repeated back to her. "Of course I can do something like this!"
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"Hey Eddie," May said softly. Her voice was soft as always, but worn down and tired. Night of crying tends to do that to the vocal cords. "Itā It's in the backseatā¦" she continued, tipping her head towards her car. The silent plea there, begging him to not make her go retrieve the item.
Eddie swallowed and nodded. He welcomed her into hisā well, Buck'sā house. Offered her a drink, she declined. Then he walked her to the couch and told her it wouldn't take him long at all.
He walked out to the car, and looked through the back window. To the garment bag laid out on the seat. The bag of material he would need for the repair needing to be made. He sighed. This sucked.
Back inside he carefully unzipped the bag, and he took out Bobby's uniform. The rip in the seam where the sleeve connected to the body wasn't even very noticeable just hanging on the wire hanger. But it was there, and Athena knew it was there. And Bobby was worth far more than a few minutes of his time, a potentially pricked finger or two, and an unnoticeable alteration so his uniform was fully intact as it hung on the back of the engine.
Eddie stared ahead as they made their way down the street, his eyes locked on the uniform. He blinked back tears and marched on.
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"Which brings us back to now," Eddie says, tying off the blue thread, and cutting off the excess. "Wahlah! Good asā" He looks over to Theo, whose head has gone from propped up, watching to resting on his now crossed arms. Soft little snores coming from him indicate he is asleep. Eddie chuckles quietly to himself and turns the duck to look at him. "It couldn't have really beenĀ thatĀ boring of a story," he says to it, then makes some Donald Duck-esque noises back at himself.
Theo wakes up from being lifted out of the chair by Eddie, and immediately realizes Duck Duckley is in his arms. He turns him over to see the line of blue stitches down his belly and gasps. "You saved him!"
"Told you I could!"
Eddie smiles as Theo wiggles around to wrap his arms around Eddie's neck. "Thanks Eddie!"
"Absolutely no problem, kiddo."
"No hay problema!"Ā
Eddie laughs, and squeezes Theo a little tighter.Ā "No hay problema!"
The moment is cut short by his phone ringing, Eddie puts Theo down to pull it out of his back pocket, and his smile spreads. He turns the screen so Theo can see the caller's pictureā it's of him and Buckā¦ and Tommy; the three sitting together on a teacup ride, Buck and Theo looking like they are having a ballā¦ and Tommy looks like he's about to be sick. "Let me, let me!" Theo squeals, reaching for the phone.
He opens the facetime and squeals as Buck's face appears on the screen. "H- Hey Theo," Buck says, smiling. "Someone wants to say hi to you."
He turns the phone towards a hospital bed. Towards Tommy, who is looking into the camera with half opened eyes.Ā "Tommy!"Ā Theo squeals happily. "You're awake now!"
"I am," Tommy says, tiredly.
"I missed you, big dude!"
All three men laugh at that and Tommy replies, "I missed you too, little dude."
Eddie steps away and lets them talk. It has been a long week, and he is sure Theo has a million things to fill Tommy in on from it. Which he does, talking about a hundred miles a minute. Eddie laughs, and listens, neither Tommy nor Buck are able to get a word in. Until finally Duck Duckley comes up.
"Eddie fixed him! Look!" Theo holds the duck up revealing his stitches. "He saved his life just like he saved Tommy!"
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They were taking it slow this time, Buck had told Eddie. Even slower since Theo was in the picture. Buck didn't want to confuse him. He didn't want Theo to get attached to Tommy and then it not work out. So they were taking it slow.
Maybe a little too slow, and so the universeā that Buck always swears is constantly screaming to people who refuse to hear itā took matters into its own hands and sped up the process. A multiple unit emergency. A collapsing building. And a way too deep, too wide, and too long cut to wait out back up. Eddie doesn't even know how long Tommy had been trapped, bleeding out before he got to him. All he could hear was Buck's teary voice as Chim and Ravi held him back pleading to anything listening to not take him when he'd just got him back. For it not to take him, too.
Unfortunately the universe did not have the means to close up a severe wound. But Eddie did.
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"Aww manā¦" Tommy says with a pout. "Why didn't I get cool blue stitches, Diaz?"
Eddie snorts. "Next time I'll make sure to have a variety of options for you to choose from."
"O- Or maybe we don't have a- a next timeā¦" Buck chimes in, and Eddie watches Tommy's face soften, as he carefully tugs Buck down for a kiss and agrees.
Theo quickly loses interest in standing still and talking so he tells Buck and Tommy he loves them, before quickly correcting to, "I love you most I said it first!" Both men groan in defeat, both smiling as Theo blows a kiss then takes off, shoving the phone into Eddie's hand.
Buck thanks him for fixing the duck, and Eddie insists it was no big deal.
"It's another crisis averted from something you learned in Afghanistan," Buck tells him, and Eddie sees Tommy's brow quirk, intrigued in the story that is definitely there. But he also looks so very tired, and there is plenty of time once he is fully healed for him to share itā maybe while Eddie is kicking his ass at Muay Thai.
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