Collectively Unconsciously Composedpart I Of Let It Pour Out Of Your SoulbyRianne @rianneeyre9-1-1 |

collectively unconsciously composed  part I of let it pour out of your soul by Rianne @rianneeyre 9-1-1 | Buddie Fanfiction Covers by @ronordmann

Downstairs in the firehouse, Eddie sees Buck through the glass wall. He’s sitting on one of the benches, head in his hands. He looks so forlorn. Eddie just wants to pull him into his arms and hold him close, through all the shit that’s going on with his parents. But Buck won’t welcome that.

Still, maybe there’s something Eddie can do, however small. He does a quick 360 scan. Buck? Not looking at him. Rest of the house? Still upstairs. Equipment bay and main doors? Nobody there. He keeps his eyes on Buck as he focuses his intention. A cup of coffee appears in his hands—warm, splash of milk, just the amount of sugar Buck likes. A hint of cinnamon he didn’t consciously put in there. Okay, he’ll allow his magic that one.

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Or: in which the author re-watched Buck Begins and Jinx and thought: what if this was gayer and had actual magic?

Anne with an E (2017 - 2019) + Snow ❄️

‘She had a good sleep that night and awakened in the morning to find herself and the world transformed. It had snowed softly and thickly all through the hours of darkness and the beaufiful whiteness, glittering in the frosty sunshine, looked like a mantle of charity cast over all the mistakes and humiliations of the past.    “Every morn is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new,”    sang Anne, as she dressed.’

Chapter XII. {A Jonah Day} Anne of Avonlea

It’s Christmas, you moron.

re: your blood on my face - Original

Buddie + Favourite Moments