6 Works by mappingmadness
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There's a billboard. That's in itself is pretty normal, billboards are a normal part of LA; advertisers like having somewhere big and visible, and what better place than a billboard? It should be fine. This billboard should not be bothering Eddie at all, except—
Except. There's a giant fucking rainbow.
It's like—and Eddie isn't even exaggerating here—the whole billboard is essentially taken up by a massive, striped rainbow. Each brightly colored strip must be at least two feet high and seven wide, if not bigger. It's—it's obscene, quite frankly. Unnecessary. Also incredibly hard to miss, Eddie can't believe he didn't notice it before.
Boy, is he noticing it now. Fuck. He's—he's doing the thing again. The thing where his face flushes and his palms sweat and his heart beats entirely too fast to the point that he feels on the verge of a panic attack, and there's nothing to even be afraid of.
Just a big, stupid fucking rainbow.
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Edmundo Diaz and Evan Buckley
@17:48
Eddie: Everyone thinks I'm blind as a fucking bat
Buck: great!
Buck: do you want an appointment with the eye doctor for wednesday afternoon, thursday morning or saturday evening?
Eddie: Eye Doctor??😐
Eddie: What happened to the opticians
Buck: c'mon, eddie :(
Buck: appointment. when.
Eddie: Fine
Eddie: Thursday morning, get it over and done with🥱
Buck: bright and early, that's the spirit :)
Eddie: You're evil, btw
Buck: uhuh
Buck: you can thank me later, when your eyeballs don't pop out of their sockets
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Eddie gets glasses. Buck has feelings about them. -
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"Eddie. Eddie, wait," Buck calls after his retreating form. He watches as Eddie's shoulders stiffen, the muscles of his back tightening before he turns around once more, jaw and fists clenched.
"I'm not going to tell you again—"
"What year is it?" Buck asks, swallowing harshly against the taste of his own panic. It's just a precaution. Most likely, there's a perfectly normal and logical explanation for this.
The question makes Eddie pause, expression shifting to one of bewilderment. "What?"
Buck exhales harshly, breaths ragged and forceful. "Last time I—uh, you didn't have a moustache the last time I saw you."
The silence is fucking loud. So is Eddie's face, because it's doing a weird hop-skip-jump between about seven conflicting emotions, screwing up and relaxing and squinting again.
He chuckles nervously. "What do you mean? Buck, I had a moustache yesterday. It hasn't grown in overnight, you've seen it before—"
"No, I haven't."
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After the lightning strike, Buck finds himself cycling though a select portion of possible lives he might have lived. Coincidentally, they all seem to have one thing in common... -
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Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley
@10:10
Buck: do i tell them you were sick or just leave it as is
Eddie: Leave it
Eddie: It's funnier this way
Buck: see, this is why i married you
Eddie: And because of my arms?🫠
Buck: you know it, baby ;)
Eddie: 🕺
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Eddie Diaz and Shannon Diaz
@16:24
Eddie: You didn't tell me Buck is with you??
Shannon: I didn't🤐
Eddie: ...is there a reason for that?
Shannon: Yeah. We're fucking, so I thought it might get a bit awkward x
Eddie: WHAT
Eddie: Shan you're joking
Eddie: I'm coming back in there
Shannon: You're half pulled out of the driveway??
Shannon: Eddie
Shannon: Eddie go away, I was joking🤦♀️
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"Eddie," Bucks says softly, carefully. Eddie can practically hear the frown in her voice, the concern she's trying to pack away and seal behind a locked door. "What's wrong?"
"'S hot," Eddie repeats. A broken record because her brain isn't working and somebody needs to go put out all the raging fires before they swallow up everything.
"Hot? You're shivering, Eds."
Eddie frowns. Concentrates and finds that Buck is right. She is shivering, tremors running down her spine, goosebumps decorating the length of her arms. "Oh."
Buck sighs, leaning over Eddie to stroke a hand down her back, a little too warm but comforting all the same. "Eds, come here."
"'M tired."
"I know. I know, just—I need to make sure you're okay," Buck reasons, voice deliberately level, but there's an edge to her tone, one that Eddie recognizes. One that means she's scared, for some reason, and trying to hide it, for some other reason Eddie can't work out right now. And if there's one thing Eddie responds to, it's a frightened Buck.
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Eddie is feverish and Buck still hasn't processed Bobby's death.