#otp: nobody i trust more with my son

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

15 days.

[tommykinkard]

@spookyflashlight you made it better! 😭

Since it's Star Wars day I would like to bestow my headcanon that during their vows Chimney calls Maddie his "Leia to my Han" and instead of being mad for using a Star Wars reference in their vows, Maddie just laughs all teary eyed bc she loves this dork and his movie references and can't wait to hear them for the rest of their lives

[thisissirius]

written for an anon who wanted any pairing,  “You haven’t laughed in a long time and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot what happiness looked like on you.” Reposted because TUMBLR FUCKED UP. stupid tumblr.

get loved eddie/buck, post-episode “powerless” and uses speculation of the next episode but no spoilers!

It’s exhausting.

Buck’s running on adrenaline alone, emotionally and physically battered by the day’s events. The power outage and the problems that brought, Athena - and Buck can’t handle the implications of that right now - and the train crash.

Abby.

Watching her walk away from him was tough and Buck’s been certain for so long he would never see her again, wonders if he would have if not for the crash. Pushing it down and dealing with the people who need his help takes most of his attention, pretending he’s not flaying apart on the inside is easy.

Eddie sees, because of course he does. He’s there when the words my fiancé ring through the air and Buck feels it like a physical punch. He’s there when Buck finds Abby’s fiancé and gets him free, trying not to think about what the ring on the guy’s finger means. He’s there at the end of it, when Abby touches his face, tells him a part of her will always love him.

“I know,” he manages, smiling slightly. It hurts less than he thought it would. “Same.”

“I’ll call you?”

“My number’s the same,” Buck informs her. He feels the press of Eddie along his side, and takes a deep breath. It gives him courage. “I’m glad I got to see you this last time.”

Abby looks surprised, then smiles gently. She really was something he desperately needed, a person he’s never going to be able to thank enough for the change she brought in him. “Take care, Buck.”

Buck nods, stares after her.

“We got clean up,” Eddie says, gloved-hand on his arm. Buck stares at it, at Eddie’s face. Face unreadable, eyes darting across Buck’s face like he’s looking for something. Buck feels something in his chest loosen. He nods and Eddie looks relieved. “Come on.”

“I don’t think my body’s ever been this tired,” Buck complains, collapsing onto one of the benches in the locker room. Hen snorts, tugging her sweater over her head. Buck cracks open an eye. “Don’t laugh. I’m serious.”

“Baby,” Hen coos, leaning down to ghost a kiss over his hair. “Yeah, maybe wash that first.”

Buck snorts. “I washed it! Not as well as if I was home, but it’s not my fault you were being cruel and got comeuppance.”

“Comeuppance,” Chim says, mouthing the word again.

“I know words,” Buck says, mock-pouting.

“Very long ones,” Eddie says loyally. He’s mostly changed, lacing up his boots, and raises an eyebrow when he catches Buck looking. “You’re coming over.”

It’s not a question.

“I am, huh?” Buck says, grinning.

“Yes,” Eddie says decisively. Standing, he eyes Buck’s locker. “So get dressed.”

“Yessir,” Buck snaps, tossing off a ridiculous salute and it does what he intends; everyone laughs.

They’re all tired, all suffering from the day’s events, and Buck doesn’t like to see his family sad. He does what he can to protect them, even when he’s not sure what to do with the storm of emotions in his own chest.

“Clothes, Buck,” Eddie prompts, rolling his eyes. “I’m not helping you clean your truck tomorrow when you realize it’s gross because you didn’t change.”

“I’m still gross,” Buck points out, gesturing at his hair. “So Hen says.”

Eddie’s smile widens. “You’re planning on rubbing your hair all over your car?”

“He’s tall, he can’t help it,” Chim cuts in unhelpfully, and shoulders his backpack. “Later, I have a girlfriend to kiss.”

“My sister,” Buck mutters but starts to pull on his clothes. He’s shivering a little from the cold and as much as he wants to spite Eddie for being a commanding asshole, he wants to be dressed more.

Hen chimes off another goodbye and Buck awkwardly waves. He’s left alone with Eddie, who’s leaning against the wall, thumbing through his phone. Buck lets himself look; it’s not weird, right? Eddie’s his best friend and it’s not Buck’s fault if he always looks good.

“So,” Eddie says, eyes meeting Buck’s slowly. “Abby.”

“I don’t want to talk about it here,” Buck says immediately.

Eddie nods, as though expecting it. “Cool. I told Carla you’re joining me at home. She’s gonna leave when we get there so decide if you actually wanna end up making breakfast in the morning.”

Buck laces up his sneakers and gives Eddie an unimpressed look. “Are you kidding? I thought we agreed you weren’t allowed in the kitchen anymore, man.”

“Ha ha,” Eddie deadpans. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Buck tells him, shutting his locker and grabbing his duffel. “As if I’m gonna let Christopher eat anything unless it’s vetted by me, Abuelita, or Bobby.”

There’s a strange look on Eddie’s face, but it’s gone quickly. “I hate that you know my Abuela so well.”

Buck knows better, so he sticks his tongue out. Childish, maybe, but he doesn’t care. He tells Eddie he’ll follow him home and Eddie agrees, heading for his own truck. Buck watches him go, letting out a slow breath. He doesn’t know why it’s so easy to be around Eddie, to feel everything he is and have it mean nothing because Eddie’s smiling at him, talking to him, caring about him.

That’s always got to mean something, right?

“It hurts,” he says, when they’re standing on the driveway. Eddie pauses, looks back over his shoulder. “But it hurts less when you’re around.”

It’s a moment that stretches, and Buck worries he’s said something wrong.

“Come on,” Eddie says, reaching for Buck’s hand. Buck lets him, squeezes when Eddie tugs him towards the house. “Let’s say goodnight to Chris.”

Chris is excited to see Buck, even though he’s almost asleep on Buck’s shoulder as he carries him down the hall. “You can make pancakes.”

Buck laughs gently, kisses Chris’ temple. “Can’t let your dad poison everyone,” he agrees.

“Right.” Chris is grinning as he settles in bed. “Buck?”

“Yeah?”

Chris is still smiling when he touches Buck’s face. “I wish you could stay forever.”

Warmth unfurls in Buck’s stomach and he grins, kisses Chris’ forehead. “Maybe I will, Superman.”

“Night, Buck.”

“Night,” Buck replies, backing out of the room. He leaves the door ajar, pausing in the hallway outside. “Fuck.”

“He told you, then?”

Buck’s head snaps up to meet Eddie’s amused smile. “Uh-”

Eddie steps closer, arms by his sides. He looks awkward, but there’s a certainty to his expression, a defiant tilt to his chin. “I wanted to get mad at Abby.” Buck stays silent, can see the uncertainty in Eddie, the way he shrugs, runs his fingers over each other. “She left you. She didn’t care that she’d hurt you, didn’t,” Eddie cuts himself off, meets Buck’s eyes again. “She loved you, though. Gave me the you that’s here, right now.”

“I loved her,” Buck says, because what else can he?

“I know.” Eddie nods, takes another step closer. Buck turns to face him, reaches out and Eddie steps into his embrace. Buck doesn’t know what’s happening, doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his lips, but Eddie does. He presses up, kisses Buck carefully. Right, Buck thinks. It’s right, and he rests his thumb against Eddie’s cheek. “And now you love me.”

On anyone else, it’s conceited. Eddie looks awed by the statement; eyes wide, stunned, like he can’t imagine how Buck could ever.

“Duh,” Buck says, kissing Eddie again.

“You’re hurting.” Eddie squeezes Buck’s hips.

“Maybe,” Buck allows, and he pulls Eddie closer. Eddie rests his cheek against Buck’s shoulder, and Buck cradles the back of his head, buries his face in Eddie’s hair. “It’ll fade.”

Eddie lets out a slow breath, relaxes under Buck’s hands. “Stay.”

“Can’t get rid of me,” Buck whispers, laughing gently. “Besides, I can’t let you cook for Chris anymore.”

“Asshole,” Eddie says. shoving at Buck’s shoulder.

It’s like the amusement cuts through everything else and Buck can’t stop laughing. He muffles it with his hand, not wanting to disturb Chris, and he only stops when he sees the look on Eddie’s face. “Why are you staring?”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, like that,” Eddie says, waving his hand. “I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot what happiness looked like on you.”

Buck shrugs, feels his face heat because he doesn’t know what to say to that. Eddie rests a hand on his shoulder, but Buck pulls him back in for a kiss, hand in Eddie’s hair. “You make me happy, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” Eddie breathes. For someone so confident, who trusts themselves, Eddie rarely sees the amazing person he is, the one Buck sees.

“Yeah.” Buck jerks his head in the direction of the bedroom. “Let me show you how much.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling warmly as they back up, pawing at Buck’s chest, hands in his hair as they kiss again.

This, Buck thinks, is what Abby’s absence gave him; a man who loves Buck in ways Buck didn’t know he could be loved. Wholeheartedly, carefully. As though Buck’s worth something.

[burnthatbridge]

Buck + Eddie according to Tumblr [in sp]

Bonuses because I can’t help myself:

[whateverthedragonswant]

This is a brothers relationship:

This is a friendship:

This is family:

This is all of that plus something more:

[thisissirius]

i’m in love!!!!!!!!!! MORE LESBIANS.

i kinda love the idea of them still being eddie and buck, so you could have like.... edita diaz, whose name means spoils of war and she hates it in context of her past so demands everyone call her eddie. no, nothing else, THANKS. 

evan is still evan because her parents wanted a boy and they hated her enough to want her to know it. she always goes by buck. except when she’s alone with eddie, who calls her evan and reclaims the name for her. 

uh @station-118​ had this post about um femEddie and i uhhhhh had some thots???

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[leedongwook]

[soulblavk0]

You know what? This is not family? Alright.

When Eddie will say to Ana the same exact words he said to Buck after the tsunami I'll stop talking about the Buckely-Diaz family, but today is not the day.

[lover-of-mine]

okay, can yall help me find more of the commonly used otp tags with buddie? or just buddie lines in general we quote a lot? so far my list has "we're on the same team", "you two have an adorable son", "there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you", "wanna go for the title", "two cut lines", "because Evan", "you don't need to pretend with me", "honestly Eddie". Can anyone throw more ideas my way?

[thisissirius]

Can I have Buck carrying Eddie with this prompt please? You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.

fgdsjahgsf i fucking love this prompt SO MUCH

the whispers in the morningeddie/buck, light angst and fluff

Buck’s not sure what makes him wake up, but he knows what keeps him awake; the slam of his door and the curses currently erupting from downstairs.

The voice is Eddie’s, and Buck’s not expecting the way he looks. He’s wearing a shirt and pants, dirty and gross and Buck frowns. “Did you come straight from work?”

“Buck?” Eddie asks, jerking up from the island he’s currently plastered against. 

Buck thinks he’s drunk, but he can see the trembles wracking Eddie’s frame, the dark smudges beneath his eyes. He knows Eddie’s been on a long shift, the days before jampacked with trips and Christopher and work, work, work. He’s gotta be exhausted.

“Hey Eddie,” Buck says. 

Eddie stumbles a little as he straightens up, taking a few steps towards Buck and then pausing. “You okay?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Buck doesn’t want to sound so amused, but he can’t help himself. “You wanna get some sleep?”

“M’not tired,” Eddie says, slumping against Buck. His face mashes against the curve of Buck’s jaw and it’s gross. Buck rolls his eyes but doesn’t try to shove Eddie away. 

He likes it.

Something’s settled between them since Christmas, easing back into their friendship like all the shit since the truck bombing is nothing. Buck knows that’s mostly wishful thinking. Nightmares about the tsunami, awkwardness with Bobby, and the aches in his leg when it’s cold are all huge obstacles. It’s easy to forget about it all when Eddie’s around, though. When he’s got Christopher tucked up on the couch and they’re all safe. 

“You can tell me about how tired you aren’t,” Buck says, hauling Eddie up and getting a better grip on his waist, “while I carry you to bed.”

“Yours?” Eddie asks. When Buck looks, he’s got a little furrow between his brows, endearingly confused. 

Buck snorts gently, managing to get them both up the stairs without injury. “You are at my apartment, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks at him, at the bed, and then back over his shoulder. “I am?”

“You are.” Buck wants to laugh, but he can’t bring himself to. It’s not often Eddie will let himself be so vulnerable in front of Buck. He seems to have this need to be the strong one, to stand between those he loves and the world, and it breaks Buck’s heart that he won’t allow anyone to do that for him. Buck will always do it if given half the chance.  

For Eddie, there’s precious little he won’t do. 

“Come on, Eddie,” he says gently, guiding Eddie to the bathroom. He presses down on Eddie’s shoulders until he sits on the toilet, leaning heavily against Buck’s stomach. Buck gives in to the urge and runs a hand through Eddie’s hair, scratches lightly at his scalp. The soft noise Eddie lets out makes Buck’s heart skip. “You want a shower?”

“Wanna sleep,” Eddie slurs.

Buck smiles gently, his other hand slipping beneath the collar of Eddie’s shirt, running over the muscles of his back. Eddie’s wound tight, always so tense, and Buck wishes he could take some of the stress away. “Thought you weren’t tired.”

“M’now,” Eddie mumbles, hands coming up to Buck’s waist. His grip is tight despite his exhaustion. “You’re here.”

It’s honest in a way Buck doesn’t expect. He wants to say something, but his throat won’t work. He settles for running the tap, warming the water. “I’m just gonna clean you up, okay?”

Eddie pulls back, blinking with half-lidded eyes. “Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, and he doesn’t mean to laugh, but Eddie looks - well, adorable. 

“Why am I in your apartment?”

Buck crouches in front of Eddie, suddenly concerned. “You here with me, Eddie?”

Eddie opens his mouth, stares around the bathroom, and then back at Buck. “I don’t remember driving here.”

Something in Buck’s chest breaks and he presses his hands to Eddie’s face, fingers brushing over his dirty cheekbones. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know where Eddie’s come from, or what he’s been doing. The streetfighting is over, that much Buck knows. There are other ways to relieve your stress, though. Other ways to hurt yourself without actively getting punched and Buck knows from experience their job can do that all too easily. “Eddie.”

“I lied,” Eddie says slowly. His eyes are dark, his hands moving to Buck’s arms, though Buck doesn’t know if he wants to push Buck away or pull him closer. He doesn’t think Eddie knows himself. “I’m so tired, Buck.”

“I know,” Buck whispers, and pulls Eddie forward until Eddie’s head is against his shoulder. Eddie lets out a soft noise, maybe a sob, and then clings to Buck’s back. “I’ve got you, Eddie, I promise.”

Eddie says nothing. He’s breathing hotly against Buck’s neck, wet and gross, but Buck holds on nonetheless. He keeps Eddie upright on the toilet seat and cradles the back of Eddie’s head like he’s precious.

And he is. 

“I was,” Eddie starts, and he sounds a little more awake. Buck doesn’t trust it, refuses to let him go. “I can’t stop getting things wrong.”

Buck pulls his head back. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought,” Eddie starts, refusing to meet Buck’s eyes. His fingers dig into Buck’s arms, leaning into Buck’s grip. “I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“This,” Eddie says, and he looks between them at the floor.

Buck wants to make a joke, the words the bathroom on his tongue, but he can’t do that, won’t let himself turn Eddie’s vulnerability into a joke. “Us?”

“Yeah,” Eddie breathes, and when he finally meets Buck’s eyes, they’re wet and shiny. Buck’s heart breaks all over again, but Eddie’s still talking, looking panicked. “I thought I knew who I was, what I wanted, but there’s you, Buck. You’re so - you love me and I’m scared of that because everyone leaves. I’m not,” Eddie sucks in a breath, tone wavering, “I’m not enough for anyone.”

Buck stands, taking Eddie with him. He wraps Eddie up in his arms and though Eddie shakes in his grip, he takes the comfort Buck’s providing. He slides his hands up Buck’s back, fisting them in Buck’s shirt. 

“I need you to listen to me,” Buck says, and Eddie makes an assenting noise into his shoulder. “Whatever put those thoughts in your head is valid, Eddie, I’m not saying it’s not. God knows I hate myself enough to understand that, but you’re enough for me.”

Eddie makes another noise, but Buck pulls back, forces Eddie to meet his eyes. 

“You’ve always been enough for me. Your friendship - I know we’ve had problems, but I’m so damned lucky you chose the 118. I’m lucky my ridiculous peacocking shit didn’t shove you away. You, Eddie Diaz, will always be enough for me.”

“Buck, you can’t-” Eddie starts. 

“No, Eddie.” Buck hardens his tone. “I promise that it’s never you. People have their own issues, man, their own hangups, but none of that is on you. You’re the best thing in my life bar Christopher.”

Eddie’s face does something complicated, his eyes bright. “I love you.”

Buck smiles gently because he’s not sure what to do with that. Eddie’s telling the truth - Buck knows what that looks like - but he doesn’t want Eddie to regret what he says when he’s dead on his feet. “I love you too.”

“I mean it,” Eddie says, but his eyes are slipping closed again. 

Taking pity on him, Buck walks them into the bedroom, ignoring the fact that he’s gonna have to wash the sheets and probably shower them both in the morning, but Eddie’s not gonna make it much longer. 

“Come on,” he says, gently easing Eddie into the bed. Eddie doesn’t let go of him, making it awkward, but he manages to shuffle next to him until he’s comfortable. Eddie immediately latches on to his side, head pillowed on Buck’s shoulder, and Buck holds him close, buries his nose in Eddie’s hair. It’s smoky, a little dusty from whatever he did last on shift, and Buck’s so pathetically grateful he’s here. 

“I’ll say it in the morning,” Eddie says. 

Buck says nothing, just holds Eddie a little tighter. Perhaps he will. Maybe he won’t. Buck knows better than to hope for things just out of his reach. He strokes a hand over Eddie’s back, not sure he knows what the feelings currently crushing his chest are. 

Love, definitely. 

Hope, despite his own misgivings.

A want so strong he almost chokes with it. 

Eddie’s breath evens out into sleep, and Buck runs a finger down his temple, the line of his nose. Eddie twitches but doesn’t wake up. It’s not often Buck gets to see this, not even when they nap at the station. There’s a wall between Eddie and what he’s willing to show, what he’s willing to give up (never his pride). 

But here, in the privacy of his own room, Buck can almost believe this is something he can have in the long term. If he’s careful. If he lets Eddie lead. 

If Eddie means it when he says I love you with that look in his eyes. 

Buck’s not used to getting what he wants and he won’t ever ask for anything again if it means he gets to have Eddie and Christopher for good. 

maybe eddie says i love you when he wakes up. WHO KNOWS :)))))

[whateverthedragonswant]

Peeps, I would like to draw your attention to yet another little subtle piece Ryan has brought to his performance as Eddie (not in love with Ana but obviously caring deeply about someone else):

starts at 1:24

He sees Ana rushing towards him and he starts to push back and away, almost as if to get back from her, but then the pain overtakes him and he stops moving and drops his head back.

This is brilliant. Just absolutely brilliant. He wasn't moving back because of the pain or shock. He literally moved back because he saw her coming towards him. And the shots they edited into that whole sequence cement it.

So when people say that Eddie was in pain in 4x13 and he didn't see Buck or was worried for him:

Or that the hand crawl aka reaching out for Buck wasn't real:

Or that Eddie wasn't looking for Buck in that firetruck scene or reaching for him:

Or reaching for him before the pain took over:

They're wrong. These subtle little movements have been part of Ryan's performance all along, even before 4x13.

[leedongwook]

Who the hell is that?

[tommykinkard]

@probieeddie your tags are killing and so on point 😭

911 » 3x03 The Searchers “A few choice words can sometimes be                          the life raft that gets you home.”

[tim-lucy]

endless list of otps: evan buckley & eddie diaz (9-1-1)
 “Buck, there’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.”

[allmightluver]

I decided to send you a fun ask and you don't have to answer them all with huge paragraphs, but here you go:

Your honest opinion on all the Might ships listed?? (Some of them are cursed and I added some of my opinions too :D)

EraserMight (OTP, it's a comfort ship and has a lot of emotional connection and potential, beautiful, so sad it's not cannon)

PresentMight (Eh, okay, but my ears are bleeding just thinking about these two. Doesn't really click to me)

ToshiInko (Adorable! One of my first ships, Dadmight confirmed)

NightMight (Night Eye is too young in my opinion, but cute.)

MidnightMight (I don't know the official ship name with Midnight but SPICY)

AllForMight (Wtf??? This man almost ripped poor Toshi's heart out, and not in a romantic way!! But this would be hilarious in a crack fic for some laughs.)

DekuMight (HURRK-! 🤢 Dadmight version tho 😏)

ShieldMight (Cute, friends to lovers vibe. Not my thing, though)

Nana x Toshi (WHYYY???)

Endmight (This one is okay, Endeavor is married tho... 😬)

You can add any other ships that you want but these I'm pretty sure are the general ones. I hope it's fun to give your opinions!

I love most Might ships so I’m excited >:3

EraserMight: beautiful. Two broken people helping put each other together. I love this so much. Toshi being there as a listening ear to Aizawa’s past, something that he rarely speaks about, and provides comfort when the memories become too much. Aizawa helping Toshi through his own physical struggles, but also helping the man realize the weight he carries, and his fragile state of mind. They’re made for each other 😭

PresentMight: adorable! I imagine pm would be eager to show off different things to Toshi that the older hero hadn’t had time to enjoy. And likewise! Toshi would reel Hizashi in when he got too overly excited, and Hizashi would help Toshi keep his confidence up when he questions himself.

Toshinko: These two 😭 adorableeee. Not including their mutual interest in Izuku, I feel the two would have a lot in common. They’re both in bodies and situations they didn’t plan for, and are adjusting in that reality. They can both be insecure at times, but are also ready to stand up for each other and others at a moment’s notice.

NightMight: also cute. Funny you mention him being young?? Nighteye was is 38, and therefore probably one of the closest age wise to All Might himself. I do think the two have chemistry. Nighteye was obviously an obsessed fanboy, but it was clear how much he cared for Toshi’s wellbeing beyond that, even so much as to recommend retirement. Nighteye was Toshi’s only sidekick, and learning to put trust in another person must have taken Toshinori some time. He undoubtedly grew closer to Nighteye as a result.

MidMight: Sexy. Oh the thoughts I have with these two 🤤 mainly involving Midnight dominating Toshi and showing his completely inexperienced tush the ropes. I love these two together and I wish we could have more interactions between them! I love their dynamic! I also choose to believe that Midnight was bluffing about not liking older men hnnnngh

AllForMight: ...my secret guilty pleasure. It’s dark, sick, and twisted, and yet I can’t stop thinking about it. AFO initiating, and Toshi disgusted by it, yet also having conflicting emotions spiraling within him, and can’t help how his body reacts. wow i’m sick

DekuMight: Father/Son? YES! I just want them both to be happy and together as a family!! 😭 As for the couple...Given the controversy surrounding it, and knowing I’ll cause negative reactions no matter what I say, I won’t comment. I want to keep things neutral and peaceful here.

ShieldMight: Ah college sweethearts💕 I love how David admires Toshinori so intensely. Toshinori most likely feels humbled by it, but also probably awkward/intimidated. It wouldn’t affect how and what he does, but when David speaks so passionately about it afterwards, there’s certainly that anxious fear in the back of his mind about screwing up and ruining the perfect image David has in mind for him. I do love their dynamic and want to see more of them.

NanaMight(?): I prefer seeing them as mother/son. I see their relationship as a mother taking in a child just a little older than her own son, and raising him to be the hero that can save everyone, including the son she can’t. I imagine she sees him as “weird” considering his conviction at such a young age, but also inspired by him as well. Toshinori most likely is incredulous a hero would even listen to somebody a nobody like him. He’d inspire to do better every day, proving himself to her and expressing his appreciation at being listened to, considered, cared for.

EndMight: Ooooh another guilty pleasure. They’re rivals, Endeavor most likely holding some form of hatred for All Might, while also respecting the power the man holds. All Might having nothing against Endeavor, except how aggressive he is about being better than him. Endeavor completely shocked and confused at All Might’s sickly body, and perhaps secretly terrified at realizing the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. All Might ashamed of his body, especially around his rival who always hated him for his strength. He’s unsure how to act around Endeavor now, weak and slowly dying. Endeavor demands answers, and lets himself enjoy dominating All Might, something no one’s had the pleasure of doing before. All Might submits, lets him feel in control and regain his confidence. All Might doesn’t take crap though, and makes sure Endeavor knows that as he lets Endeavor have his way with his ruined body.  💦

[finduilasclln]

Buck or Eddie

Tumblr are my post. Argh. I did Buck here. So this is Eddie...

favorite thing about them : I am legit having trouble because I love this man with all of my heart. Everything about him is favorite, but I can't put into words what he does to me. Like... the way his heart is so bruised and battered but he still loves so much with it anyway.

least favorite thing about them : The way he puts others ahead of himself and his own happiness? But then, that's just who he is. *cries*

favorite line : "There's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you." I sometimes think we don't truly understand how meaningful and powerful it is what he said there.

brOTP : I'm not sure if Eddie and Christopher count? I do love Eddie and Bobby though. And also Eddie and Hen.

OTP : Well, I mean... BUDDIE.

nOTP : Eddie and Ana. There was no chemistry there. And Eddie could have chemistry with a coffee maker.

random headcanon : Eddie has one of Christopher's little stuffed animals from when he was a baby in his room and will hug it or squeeze it of sniff it from time to time when life gets too hard, just for some comfort.

unpopular opinion : He uses too much product in his hair.

song i associate with them : In Case You Don't Live Forever, by Ben Platt.

favorite picture of them : All pictures of him. But I've gone for this one, from this post.

send me a character and i’ll list: ^