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bby01boi · 3 years

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Nightmares can come true

Fandom: 911 (TV)

Relationship: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/ Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash/Athena Grant

Characters: Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Christopher Diaz, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Howard ‘Chimney’ Han, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson and Athena Grant

Summary: Buck has a horrifying nightmare that becomes real life.

As the truck arrived on the scene the 118 was met with a giant apartment building fire, almost every window had smoke coming out of it "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge.

After everyone is ready Bobby comes back with his wife Athena by is side "You boys be careful in there" she holds Buck and Eddie's shoulders but gives Buck's an extra squeeze "Ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and they all run into the building, the entrance is engulfed in flames it's all a blur for Buck after that.

The next thing he knows they're all outside "Cap, there's someone still in there!" Eddie yells pointing to a window on the fourth floor, when Buck looked he could just notice someone's hand "You can't go back in there" Bobby tried to reason but Eddie wasn't having it, he ran past everyone and towards the entrance and then everything slowed down for Buck, he watched as the building exploded engulfing Eddie in flames, Buck's eyes widened with horror as he watched the love of his life burn to death.

"Eddie!" Buck screams as he wakes up in a cold sweat, he checks his surroundings only to find himself still in his apartment "not again" he groans, this is the fifth time he's had that dream, he sighs before getting up "might as well get ready for work" he walk towards the bathroom and starts the shower.

He exits the bathroom dressed in his uniform and drying is his hair "Hey Buck!" A voice shouts causing Buck to jump ten feet in the air "Jesus Christ!" Buck yells in surprise before removing towel over his head to see Christopher and Eddie sitting there smiling at him, he can't help but smile back "what are you doing here?" He asks the two Diaz's "Christopher thought it was a good idea that we three should go out for breakfast before work" Eddie answered and Christopher nodded his head "sounds great, let's go" Buck smiles then picks up Christopher and starts tickling him as they exit Buck's apartment.

"Then the rabbit puts its paw on her mouth" Christopher laughed as he finished his story "That is funny" Buck chuckled while ruffling the kid's hair "c'mon you two we've gotta drop this little munchkin off before he's late" Eddie giggled as he pinched Christopher's cheek "the munchkin better get moving before the tickle monster arrives" Buck chuckles while wriggling his fingers Christopher screams in joy and quickly hurries to Eddie's car with Buck not far behind, Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream with joy.

After they dropped Christopher off at school Eddie drove him and Buck to the station "thanks for breakfast today" Buck said putting his arm around Eddie's shoulder "anytime" Eddie smiles at Buck before they both walk up the stairs and join the others "where were you two? Ya missed breakfast" Chimney asks pointing his thumb towards the kitchen "Christopher and I took Buck out for breakfast" Eddie replied sitting on the couch next to Buck "That's cute, I bet Christopher had a great time" Hen said as she walked up the stairs "I think he's had so many attacks from the tickle monster he'll be giggling all day" Eddie giggled himself "careful there the tickle monster also goes for adults" Buck warned wiggling his fingers "don't you dare" Eddie chuckles "speaking of Christopher, he's got show and tell tomorrow and wants you to come" Eddie tells Buck who nods "tell him I'd be happy to go" then the alarm rang and they're off to a call.

They arrive at a nice neighbourhood to see a huge crowd at the park "move aside LAFD" Bobby tells everyone and they part to make a path for them, Hen and Chimney notice someone laying on the floor and rush to them "he's been stabbed Cap, but the knife isn't in there anymore" Hen says while treating the patient and looking for the knife "does anyone know where the knife went?" Bobby asked everyone there but before they could reply a man shouted "right here!" And threw the knife towards Eddie.

Either out of adrenaline or pure luck Buck caught the knife before it could impale Eddie's chest, everyone was frozen with shock until the police arrived and the attacker tried to run for it but Bobby tackled him to the ground "are you okay?" Eddie asked Buck who was still frozen in shock and holding the knife "am I okay?! Are you okay?!" Buck yelled before dropping the sharp object and checking to make sure Eddie didn't get a single scratch on him "I'm fine, that was some good catching though" Eddie smiled and patted Buck on the shoulder and soon they were heading back to the station.

Hours had gone by and calls had been answered it was almost the end of the shift when one last alarm rang, the team groaned before getting up and getting ready. On the way there Eddie's phone rings "hey bud" he says into the phone "yeah I know, we have one more job and then Buck and I will be home for movie night" Buck looked at Eddie when he said his name "okay we'll see you soon, I love you too" Eddie then put his phone away "so which movie are we watching tonight?" Buck asked smiling happily "Tangled" they both laughed remembering the last movie night they had with Christopher.

Eventually they arrived on the scene, when Buck exited the truck he was met with an apartment building on fire, Buck dropped his helmet in shock it looks just like the one in his dream "hey, you okay?!" Chimney yelled over all the noise "yeah, I'm fine!" Buck yelled back as he picked up his helmet. "Ok guys gear up and get ready to go in!" Bobby shouts before going to talk to the person in charge. 'This is all just a coincidence, there is no way my dream is coming to life' Buck thought as he checked his surroundings and the building but then Bobby came back with Athena at his side.

"You boys be careful in there" she holds their shoulders giving Buck the extra squeeze, he's kinda starting to freak out but the others will probably tell him he's being silly or paranoid so he doesn't let it show "ok, let's go!" Bobby shouts and then they're all running into the building, like always the entrance is engulfed in flames.

It was all a blur to Buck right now they're all outside when Eddie suddenly shouts "Cap, there's still someone in there!" And suddenly Buck can't hold in the panic anymore his stomach plummets to the ground and his breathe shallows, he doesn't need to look to know that someone is waving at the window "you can't go back in there!" Bobby tried to reason, Eddie tried to run past but Buck was ready this time, he managed to grab onto the oxygen tank but Eddie undid the straps and continued on "Eddie stop!" Buck screamed panic is heard in his voice as he drops the tank and bolts after Eddie. Buck tackled him to the ground, shielding Eddie with his own body just as the building exploded.

Buck woke up to someone calling his name and shaking him gently, his body felt like he was ran over by the fire truck, he groaned before opening his eyes to see Chimney and Hen kneeling over him "Eddie" Buck croaked out trying to sit up but Hen gently pushed him back down "he's fine, Bobby is talking to him just over there" she pointed off to Buck's right "Mkay" Buck mumbled tiredly "hey, hey, hey, don't go to sleep on us" Chimney shook him a little "I'm trying not to" Buck mumbled blinking rapidly every now and then "nothings broken, just a few cuts and bruises, how are you feeling, Buck?" Hen asks helping Buck sit up "like I got ran over by the fire truck" Hen and Chimney chuckle before they help Buck stand up.

"Buck!" Eddie yelled as he ran over and hugged Buck tightly it hurt like hell but Buck didn't care as long as Eddie was alive, Buck gripped him back just as tight as tears sprang to Buck's eyes "shh, it's okay, I'm okay, we're okay" Eddie whispered into Buck's ear while rubbing his back "you died" Buck whined gripping tighter, the others looked at him confused "Eddie is alive Buck" Hen said confused while pointing to the said man, Buck shook his head "in my dream, he died every time"

Hot tears leaked from Buck's eyes "you had dreams like this?" Eddie asked confused as he wiped Buck's tears, Buck shook his head again "everything is the same, the blazing entrance, you seeing someone waving in the window and then disobeying Bobby, I've watched you be burned alive five times" Buck hiccups throughout his explanation "well this time you saved me" Eddie says softly then kisses Buck's forehead "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere" Buck chuckles before pulling Eddie in for a kiss "thank you" he whispers after.

The next day at Christopher's school it was show and tell "okay Christopher, it's your turn" the teacher says, Christopher grabs Buck's hand and walks to the front of the room "this is my Buck" said man was looking at Eddie in shock 'I'M HIS SHOW AND TELL!' Buck thinks to himself before zoning back into Christopher's speech "he has saved me from a tsunami with a bad leg, he always lets me win at video games, he makes my dad happy and just last night he saved my dad from an explosion, this is my Buck and my other dad" Christopher finishes with a big smile, Buck was about to cry "alright that's it, you're being too cute" Buck giggled before grabbing Christopher and tickling him "the tickle monster returns!" Eddie laughs as he watches his two favourite boys laugh and scream in joy.

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afictionaladventure16 · 5 years

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Word Count: 2,110

Warnings: Watch your Profanity

Chapter 6

Letter #6

November 8th, 2017

Julie’s POV

Julie walked into her dad's house. She smiled as she recalled memories of her childhood home, funny how as now that she was older anytime she walked somewhere along the house, she always found some lost memory, like it was stored in the back of her head for that specific moment.

“Apa?” Julie called out for her dad as she entered the kitchen.

“In here!” She heard her dad say, she made her way over to the living room to see her dad fixing some lamp. The dogs greeted Julie with such excitement, “Hey there!” She said as she bent down and began to pet the two small dogs in front of her. She heard her dad grunt and then let out a heavy sigh, “there!” He said in success, “damn thing shouldn’t break anymore.” He then turned to Julie, with a wide grin, “how are you, mija?” He said as Julie got back up and gave her dad a hug. He gently kissed the top of her head with such pride and joy.

“Good,” Julie watched as her dad groaned as he sat down on the couch, she knew that sound all too well. Julie’s dad never knew when too quit, “Apa, when are you gonna retire?”

“When the work kills me,” he said with pride, Julie rolled her eyes and began to pick up the dog toys that were scattered on the floor.

“You’re too stubborn for death,” she mumbled but her dad heard her and let out a small huff. He knew it was true as he smiled a bit at the fact.

“Good,” he huffed, “I like the manual labor. Puts me to good use other than just sitting here waiting to die.”

Typical, Julie thought. Her uncles were the same way, never knowing when to quit. “Cindy has a good job,” she said as she mentioned her stepmother, “she’s a nurse for christ’s sake, she’s been one for what? Forty years? You guys will be perfectly fine if you retire now.”

He mumbled a few words under his breath, he hated the word retirement, made him feel useless, “then what good would I be then?” Julie raised her eyebrows at her father and he instantly knew that look, regretting saying what had just been said; he rolled his eyes and let out a defeated sigh, “I guess… maybe I can work on the garden more if I do retire soon… maybe fix some things in this damn house,” he gestured towards the bathroom, “damn sink is leaking again and I never have time to fix it, either.”

Julie smirked, she knew her facial expressions can get to her dad, “you can finally make that garage into that man cave you’ve always talked about.”

He smiled, “yeah and I can put that record player you got me for fathers day in there, and play my records I got.”

“Did you go to that record store I told you about in downtown?”

He nods, “got some good records too, planning on going back later on this weekend.” Julie smiled as she placed the dog toys in the small basket that was on the floor, low enough for the dogs to reach, “any word on your mother?”

Julie shook her head, “thankfully enough.”

“Maybe you should talk to her,” he sounded hesitant, he knew how much of a touchy subject this was for his daughter, but he is only trying to help.

Julie shook her head once more, “No, the only thing coming out my mouth when I see her is how much of pu-nevermind,” Julie instantly calmed herself down. She didn’t want to get angry, not now anyway.

“How much of a what?”

Julie sighed, “just forget it, dad,” he sighed and just glared at her, making her groan, “how much a puta she really is!”

He glared at her even more at the tone of voice she had and for the words she had just used, “I didn’t raise you to speak that way.” Julie always found it funny how her dad only got angry when she cussed in spanish but never got angry when she cussed in english.

“If I remember correctly you were the one who taught me all the bad words in Spanish when I was just five years old.”

He smiled with glee, “it was damn funny too,” He then looked over at Julie, remember how small she used to be, “mija, say a la verga.” This only earned him a glare from Julie, “you were so small! You didn’t know any better.”

“exactly, and you took advantage of it,” Julie said as she let out a small chuckle, she then sighed as her mind wandered back to that time. How much of mess her life really was back then, but all that mess was just growing and growing until it exploded. She sat down on the recliner and began to fiddle with her thumbs, her dad instantly felt the mood change in his daughter, “what’s on your mind, Juju?” He asked with such concern in his voice.

“it just hurts to think about back then… we were so oblivious to the mess that was being created at that time and she just stood there… she literally stood and watched it all get worse for her.”

Her dad gave her a confuse look, “what does Olib- obl-“ she noticed her dad struggle to say the word.

“Oblivious, dad,” she said with patience in her voice, “ob-liv-i-ous,” she sounded it out for him, she did it a second time but he repeated it with her.

“Oblivious!” He said, “what does it mean?”

“It means not be aware of something.”

He nods, “you’re so smart, you know that?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “well, for being a college dropout, I am surprised that I am.”

“At least you got to go to college, I barely got to finish the eighth grade, even then, I hardly ever went to school my dad would take me to work every day to help feed the family.”

“I know, dad,” Julie said as she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, “you changed the subject, but I have to go.”

He grumbled, “sure, you just don’t want to talk about it.” She rolled her eyes, “I’m kidding, mija.” He said with a smile, “drop by tomorrow, I might do a barbecue.”

“You know I’ll always stop by for your barbecues!” She said her goodbyes to the dogs and then her dad as she made her way out of the house. Julie remembered that she had a letter waiting for her at her therapists office, she quickly made her way over there.

“Hey, Becca!” Julie said with a smile as she entered the building.

“Ahh, so you got my message!” Becca said as she handed Julie her letter, “And Dr. Holt is in her office, she wants to speak to you.”

Julie looked at Becca confused, “but our appointment isn’t until next week.”

Becca gave Julie a small shrug. Julie sighed to herself and made her way into Dr. Holts office, “Dr. Holt?”

“Ah! Julie! It’s so nice to see you! Please sit!”

Julie sat down on one of the chairs, “what’s this all about?”

Dr. Holt smiled, “well, I spoke to Dr. Hudson, your… well, I understand his name is Chris, Dr. Hudson is Chris’s therapist.” Julie gave Dr. Holt an understanding nod, “anyways, we spoke on the phone recently, Dr. Hudson and I, and she told me this idea that Chris came up with.”

“Which is?” Julie felt herself getting a bit impatient.

“P.O. boxes, for the letters of course. So, it’ll be easier for you both to send the letters,” Dr. Holt cleared her throat, as she got a small key out from one of her drawers in her desk, “we both agreed it was a brilliant idea,” she said as she handed the key to Julie, “this is the key for the P.O. box and here is the paper with all the information you need regarding the P.O. box.” She handed Julie a small piece of paper which had the number of the box and which post office.

“Chris came up with this idea?” Dr. Holt gave her a nod, “smart,” she mumbled. She then thanked Dr. Holt, not before the Dr. reminded her of the appointment, they had the following week. Julie said her goodbyes to Becca and then walked towards her car.

Julie decided to drive to the post office where her P.O. box was at, deciding to make herself become accustomed to the drive. Once she found the post office, Julie grabbed the letter that she had placed in the passenger seat.

Dear Juju,

What did I tell ya? Or was it you that told me? Anyway, I didn’t say Julie, I said Juju this time around. I feel like we’re close enough to begin calling each other by our nicknames. Which I just realized; you gave me your nickname but I didn’t give you mine… Another mystery that needs to be solved? That would be too cruel wouldn’t it? I’ll let you take three guesses and then I’ll tell you. And from the looks of it, you can be dramatic, but that’s okay. I’m an actor after all. I too can be dramatic when I need to be.

Mr. William sounds like a sweet old man, someone who probably has lots of stories to tell, if you just sat down with him and listened. Now as for the rude customers, you don’t have to start anywhere, I can just guess, I’ve seen a handful of rude customers from being a customer myself. Now, as for the photography you have briefly mentioned… show me the photo you are most proud of capturing. That’s if you are comfortable enough to show me. No pressure.

And I can assure you, Juju, that I am even more funny in person. Maybe one day you’ll just see for yourself.

I am a living pretty well kind of actor, by the way.

You have family from Mexico? So you’re Latina? Do you speak Spanish? Willing to teach me a few words if you do? Also winter here in Boston is gorgeous! You just have to see it, Julie. I’m familiar with the winter in California, it can be quite sad, I always come home to Boston for the winter. Mostly because of the holidays but also because of the scenery.

Phew! I am so glad I do not have to ask for a different pen pal! And I am so sorry that I offended you although, I must point out that you did the same thing within the first letter. Without even knowing a guy! Kinda harsh there, Juju.

Ahh, you’re the only girl! I’m assuming that you were very protected by your brothers as a child. I had sisters so, it was quite different in my household. But me and my siblings are a tight bunch.

Alright then, if we’re starting this game, let’s make it interesting…. What was your favorite subject in high school?

Toodles.

P.S. Good, I would hate to make you upset.

P.P.S.

I didn’t mean to make you panic, I am so sorry for that, Julie. But I am glad you told me. I imagine it must be hard for you to share that information with an almost complete stranger, but I must ask, who else have you spoken to about your childhood? I’d imagine you spoke to your therapist about it.

I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that a mother would threaten to kill their children. When you said guilt for the mistakes, she had made in the past… what mistakes? I also saw that you mentioned that your dad’s son from his first marriage has no relation to you… what did you mean by that?

How was your childhood being raised by a single father? It’s rare to hear about single fathers raising children. Do you and your stepmother get along now? What caused all these fights? I’m sorry if I am asking so many questions it’s just, I’m trying to understand a little bit better and I also care about you, Julie. I know we haven’t even met each other in real life but by the looks of it, you seem like a nice girl. A girl that is strong and independent… did I mention strong? Because I have a feeling, I know what would’ve happened to you if you had stayed with your father, but you’re here, Julie. You’re alive. And I’m proud of you.

Julie decided to wait on the reply, after all there things that needed to be attached that she had left at home.

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bacon-scented · 6 years

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A Tree Bros Story

❌ Warning: Suicide and Self Harm ❌

☆☆☆

I can remember the first day we planted that tree in our backyard. It was a spruce tree about 13 ft tall that I had gotten for my 10th birthday. I was ecstatic and Connor was pleased with how much I liked it. He had called the spruce " Leafy Baby". He would come to our house after school everyday to check on it.

☆☆☆

I can remember the first time I had fallen from the tree. It was about 15ft at the time and I was 12? I was crying so loudly. Connor heard from next door and literally climbed the fence to help me. He held me close to him with an ice pack to my bruise, he kept on caressing my face, and whispered it's okay the whole time. One of the only times in my life where I truly felt safe.\

☆☆☆

I remember the time that Connor had confessed to me. We were sitting underneath the shade and talking about life. We had just started 10th grade. It was chill and I couldn't ask for more. It suddenly got to the topic of crushes. I was obviously too scared to share mine but Connor didn't mind. He started describing his. I can remember his exact words.

"Well, my crush is amazing. His eyes are an icy blue and have so much emotion. His hair is a sandy brown and it is just so beautiful.. I can't even put it into words."

My heart started beating ten times faster. It sounded a lot like me but, I couldn't believe it. This man, this handsome beautiful man, was talking about me? It just didn't seem plausible.

"I don't know where to begin about his personality. He's so kind and caring to everyone. He just puts a smile on everyone's face. But, there's one thing I quite dislike about him."

My face flushed. I was about to speak up when he said:

"His insecurities. He's so beautiful in my eyes. I don't understand why he could hate himself."

"Connie.. Are you talking about me?" He looked away, his face tinted a light pink, and nodded. A small grin was plastered onto my face, I leaned over and it placed a small kiss onto his cheek. We cuddled at the base of tree for the rest of the day.

☆☆☆

I remember our first date. It was quite awkward considering it was at my house. We had set up a small picnic under our glorious spruce. "Hey." Connor said, lightly chewing a ham sandwich he had packed.

"Yeah?" I looked over at him. His stare was focused and content. "Do you remember what I called this tree?" I smiled at him. "Yeah! You named it "Leafy Baby"! How could I forget?"

He laughed. "Well, I guess we can call it "Our Leafy Baby." It was my turn to laugh. I stopped giggling and leaned onto his shoulder. "I love you."

"Me too, Ev, me too."

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I remember our first fight. It of course, like many of the other stories, happened under the tree. Me and Connor had been dating for a year, doing the usual, sitting in the shade and quietly talking amongst themselves.

"Jesus Christ. It's hella hot out here." Connor fanned at himself, and Evan giggled. "You know.. you could just take off your jacket." Evan continued giggling until he noticed Connor's face. He looked scared a bit. He nudged Connor.

"You alright?" He looked over at me, and immediately faked a smile. I didn't acknowledge it, but I knew. He was hiding something.

"It's nothing." His voice was stern, a little too stern. He slipped off his jacket and placed it on the ground. He was gorgeous. His somewhat existent muscles were showing through the shirt. For a second, all of my suspicion washed away. Until, I noticed something. There was a scar peeking out from under his long sleeve. It looked new, like it had only sealed up 2 days ago.

"Connie, if you're really hot, you could just roll up your sleeves. It's not that difficult."

His face grew anxious and he started twirling his hair, a key giveaway that he was nervous.

"Uh.. okay.."

He slowly rolled up his sleeve and it showed scars. Cutting scars. They were everywhere. Some looked brand new, still pink and leaking blood. Others were healed up and puffy.

Evan definitely didn't expect this. He thought Connor was happy. Just seeing the cuts on his lover's arm made him want to cry. So he did. He couldn't speak words to address how upset he was. He covered his mouth to muffle his cries and curled up into a ball.

Connor looked mortified. He pulled Evan close and caressed his face.

"Hey. It's okay babe. It's just a couple of cuts, no big deal."

"It's n-not just a few c-cuts!" Even managed to squeak out between sobs. His bawling had gotten louder and he was squeezing Connor like his life had depended on it.

"I'm sorry! I thought you wouldn't care!"

Evan looked at up Connor. His face was wet with tears and his nose had become a snot waterfall.

"W-why would I not c-care!" Evan screamed at the top of his lungs, tears rolling down his cheeks harder now.

"I- I'm gonna go, Ev..."

I can remember crying a lot that day. Who wouldn't? A person who was perfect in your eyes was suffering and you didn't know how to help. I'm pretty sure you would cry to.

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I remember the day I found a note pinned to the the tree. I was definitely surprised to find the note on the tree, but this other feeling was hiding in the back of my head.

I hadn't been able to get in contact in contact with Connor for the past few weeks. Maybe this was his way of getting into contact with me. This wouldn't be that weird, considering he prefers emails over text.

But I knew something was wrong , I just didn't want to admit it. I carefully pulled the letter off the tree and something just flipped inside of me. The letter was warped from tear stains and it smelled lightly of weed. Oh no...

Hey Ev. This must be a bit weird but, just know I love you so much. None of this is your fault and you were one of the best things in my life. But it's too hard now. And I just wasn't strong enough to keep fighting. I love you. Goodbye.

Sincerely, Connor Murphy

No.. this can't be happening... Adrenaline kicked and the next thing I knew, I was banging on Connor's front door. Zoe opened up the door.

"Hey.. What's wrong, you look like you just saw a dead body." I took a deep breath and started to speak.

"W-where is Connor?" My voice was shaky and everything was just kinda blurry.

"He's in his roo-" I pushed past Zoe and ran up the steps to Connor's room. His door was tilted open and I peeked into the crack. Oh no...

H-he wasn't there... I ran in and noticed the burning smell of weed entering my nose. I frantically searched his drawers for something, anything. I yelped, something had pricked my fingers. I reached in and pulled out a blade, a bit rusted from blood. I thought he had thrown it away.

I looked over at his bed, there was a note, messily written, telling his family that he was sorry.

No.. no, this can't be real. This is just a bad dream. I kept telling myself, reading over the note.

"Is everything okay, Evan?" Zoe asked peeking her head into the room. I wailed and handed the note Zoe. Her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth in shock.

"Where else would he be?"

"Can you drive me to the park?"

Evan jumped out of the SUV and dashed towards the park forest entrance. He frantically darted off trail. He was probably at their secret spot. He didn't even care about the stinging of running through the bushes, he needed to hurry.

He finally caught sight of their favorite tree and his boyfriend lying down at the base of the tree. Connor was barely conscious, pills spilled around him. Evan bawled out, unhappy to see his boyfriend in so much pain, but happy he was still alive. Evan pulled his lover into a tight hug and kissed his forehead. He pulled out his phone, fumbling with it, before dialing 911. "You'll be okay, Connor..." Evan forced a smile, petting his head.

Connor was pronounced dead in the hospital 5 hours later.

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I stared down and the ground below me, sitting on the top branch of my spruce. I was about 40 maybe 50 feet above the ground. I sighed and stared at the sunset, it was beautiful. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and stared back at the ground.

"I'll be with you soon, Connie."

And... I let go.

#Tree bros #connor murphy #dear evan hansen #evan hansen

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mychristopherstokes66world · 5 years

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With the Saturday arrest of Jeffrey Epstein - who is reportedly offering to name elite pedophiles in exchange for leniency, a leaked copy of the billionaire sex predator's "little black book" may provide some insight into some very rich individuals who should be nervous right about now. he book was smuggled out of Epstein's residence by his former house manager, Alfredo Rodriguez, who was busted trying to sell it in 2009 for $50,000 - only to get caught, charged with obstruction of justice, and die in prison after 18 months from a 'long illness.' According to an FBI affidavit, Rodriguez described the address book and the information contained within it as the "Holy Grail" or "Golden Nugget" to unraveling Epstein's sprawling child-sex network. But despite having been subpoenaed for everything he had on his former boss, Rodriguez didn't share it with the FBI or Palm Beach Police Department detectives investigating Epstein. Instead, he tried to make a $50,000 score by covertly peddling the black book to one of the attorneys launching lawsuits at Epstein on behalf of his victims. -Gawker According to a 2015 Gawker article, Epstein's little black book contains hundreds of names that a hobnobbing socialite billionaire might keep on hand, however around 50 of the entries were circled by Rodriguez - "including those of many of Epstein's suspected victims and accomplices," according to the report. Some of the names in the book include: Ralph Fiennes Alec Baldwin David Blaine Jimmy Buffett Courtney Love Charlie Rose Mike Wallace Barbara Walters Ehud Barak Tony Blair David Koch John Gutfreund Prince Andrew And of course: Bill Clinton and Donald Trump About 50 of the entries, including those of many of Epstein's suspected victims and accomplices as well as Trump, Love, Barak, Dershowitz, and others, were circled by Rodriguez. >Alec Baldwin >Tony Blair >the Bronfmans >office of Bill Clinton >Alastair Campbell >Jonathan Dimbleby >John Cleese (;A;) >Minnie Driver >Duke and Duchess of York >”Elizabeth” (Queen?) >Chris Evans (0207 number, extremely overpaid BBC presenter, not the Captain America actor) >Brian Ferry >Ralph Fiennes >David Frost >Rupert Heseltine >Liz Hurley >one of the Jagger offspring >literally all of the Kennedy clan >Jemma Kidd >Henry Kissinger >Boby Kotic (Activision CEO) >Christopher Lambert (;A;) >Simon Le Bon >Doug Liman >Courtney Love >Peter Mandelson >Rupert Murdoch >Andrew Neil >Jon Peters, Hollywood mega-producer >Prince Charles >Joan Rivers >the Rothschilds >Maria Shriver >Soros >Kevin Spacey >Koo Stark >Ivana and Ivanka Trump (not Donald, though) >Chris Tucker >Bob Weinstein >Prince Michel of Yugoslavia >”Police - sergeant Robert Goldberg” >entire section devoted to “ISLAND” >John Kerry And those are just the recognisable-to-normies entries. There’s a who’s-who of financiers and high society money in there too. Jesus Christ. In addition to the names above, as well as scores of apparent underage victims in Florida, New Mexico, California, Paris, and the United Kingdom listed under the rubric of "massage," the circled entries include: Billionaire Leslie Wexner Former New Mexico Governor Bruce King Former New Mexico Governor and Democratic presidential hopeful Bill Richardson Peter Soros, the nephew of George Soros Former Miss Sweden and socialite New York City doctor Eva Andersson Dubin Some of the circled entries include additional notes—one address in New York City, for instance, is marked as an "apt. for models," and two names bear the marking "witness." You don't even have to do anything, and most people invited might even be totally unaware of the real purpose of the parties! But, sooner or later, some billionaire will get handsy, she'll escort him to a room with a hidden camera, things happen. Morning after, you strike. The fund is offshore in a tax haven (check) and nobody will see the client list (check). Of course, you don't really know anything about investing, instead making up some nonsense about currency trading (check), and nobody on Wall Street has ever traded with you (check) A $20 million wire from Billionaire X to you with no obvious reason will raise many questions, and the IRS will certainly want to know what you did to warrant it. A $5 million quarterly fee for managing $1 billion in assets? Nobody bats an eye. Because of this structure, you're extraordinarily secretive about client lists (check) because they artters or return streams ever leak (check) Occasionally you may also try this trick on other people: important political figures, mayors, prosecutors, etc. They don't invest in the fund, but it's nice to have them in your pocket. Others (academics, artists, etc.) can just be bought with money as a PR smokescreen. And the last piece of the puzzle is the evidence. You'd want it somewhere remote, but accessible: a place the US can't touch but you have an excuse to visit all the time to update. Remember that offshore fund? I bet there's a *very* interesting safe deposit box there.

this wasn't his rolodex. it was his special book; which he's old buttler was trying to peddle for 50k. probbaly is worth a lot more. >tony blair >mike bloomberg posted this one just because it has 2 wins.

this looks like a fun read. https://pt.scribd.com/document/416207833/Jeffrey-Epsteins-Little-Black-Book-Redacted#from_embed

"And there were lots of parties! I remember I ran to the bathroom of the hotel L’Hirondellein the Queen Elisabeth Street in Knokke where a party was taking place. I was breathing heavily when I crawled towards the toilet, fighting the urge to throw up. One of the men had orally raped me pushing so deeply in my throat that I had gagged, upon which he had beaten me. After a while however he had found another victim and I had taken advantage of this to flee to the bathroom. But instead of throwing up I had started to cry uncontrollably. I was taken over completely by feelings of panic, fear and helplessness and pushed myself against the cool tiles of the bathtub. The door opened. One of the abusers entered, closed the door and sat down in front of me. I tried to stop crying but the tears kept coming. It looked as if a dike had burst inside me. He caressed my hair, whispered in a soothing way that I was safe now. “Don’t be afraid little girl, I’m with you now…” And he stroked my hair, pulled me close to him. I braced myself at first, afraid to get hit again, but his hands kept caressing me. I cried against his chest and my little eight-year-old body

>eight-year-old body

was shaking against his shoulders. I put my little arms around his neck, hesitating, and cuddled up against his body. I allowed all the pain and misery to break loose. I cried as if I would never stop, clung to him like a drowning person. Then his hand went between my legs. Suddenly, without any warning, he turned me around, made me sit on all fours and raped me. He breathed heavily when he came, pushed me away, zipped his pants and left. I had turned him on by looking to him for consolation and protection."

Regina Louf, Dutroux Affair victim. Her full testimony can be found here:

>https://www.scribd.com/document/125814985/109518200-Regina-s-Story

>The book was smuggled out of Epstein's residence by his former house manager, Alfredo Rodriguez, who was busted trying to sell it in 2009 for $50,000 - only to get caught, charged with obstruction of justice, and die in prison after 18 months from a 'long illness.' This is all very tantalizing, but isn't it possible this is just an innocuous address book, 99% of the names have no knowledge of the crimes and only brief associations with Epstein, and the butler was just trying to profit?

A shill is someone whom cannot see criminal behavior based on a gradient of political partisanship. Shills are pushing a third party's (A: Me, B: You, C: not in the room) agenda loyally, while engaging in every confirmation bias known to man, while unironically (in the shill's opinion) hating Snopes.com, to whom the shill is logically identical. This isn't about Trump, or Epstein. This is about how a corrupt system has emerged, and replaced typical American values with Zionist ones, to include the kike sodomite obsession with sex, and preoccupation with perversion. Now, be sure to say some uncalled for repudiation, using every attempt to ignore this lesson. But, let it sink in, as well. Jimmy Buffett... Fifteen may get you twenty, that's all right Cause they'll be rocking and a rolling on a Livingston Saturday night https://youtu.be/X7ckBvSKG-Q https://thedevilman666.blogspot.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/qanonreports https://twitter.com/CIACLOWN1 https://www.bitchute.com/channel/ciaclown16661/

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