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day 01: firsts

featuring Eugene, Jeff & Gareth

rating: general

cw: one use of the f-slur, unsanitary postal practices

wc: 824

an: written for the first day of @corrodedcoffinfest! I’ve been so excited for this event, it’s my first time ever participating in one of these!

“Mail call!”

Jeff turned around to gawk as Gareth walked through the door of their dressing room. “Mail call?”

“What, am I speaking Swahili? Mail call, motherfucker.” He sifted through the sheaf of envelopes and loose papers in his hand, pulling out a few addressed to Jeff and passing them over.

Eugene watched as Gareth plucked out a couple more pieces, taking them when he handed them over. “How’d we get mail here?”

“Security guard said girls were coming by all day and begging anyone they met to deliver a letter to us for them.” Gareth deposited a thick stack on Eddie’s makeup case before taking the rest to his dressing table and beginning the task of opening them. Eddie always got more fan mail than the other three combined. Jeff said it was because of his slutty waist and snake hips, and Gareth grumbled that if the audience could see his bubble butt from behind the drum kit, his mail stack would rival Eddie’s.

Eugene’s stack was always the smallest, if he got anything at all. They all tried to make light of it, joking that bassists never have fans. But Eugene was used to being overlooked anyway. It had served him well in high school, keeping him out of the line of fire when the assholes were looking for someone to torment.

Of course it also meant that no one had ever taken an interest in him either and, of the four of them, he was the only one to walk the graduation stage still a virgin. But whatever.

(And he still was. But whatever.)

He tore open the first envelope and started reading. It was from a guy—it was always from a guy—who also played bass—they always also played bass—and really liked the freestyle bass line Eugene had improvised at their show in Marietta during the song Bloody Body Bag, and he knew band life was crazy hectic but if Eugene had any free time after the show tonight, and was interested, maybe they could meet up for a beer and to talk shop. It made him smile, and he made a mental note to check the stage door after the show for this ‘Darren’ guy wearing a Zeppelin shirt if he had time.

“Augh, fucking Christ!” Gareth suddenly cried, and Eugene looked up to find him holding a pair of panties on the end of one of his drumsticks, looking at it with disgust.

“Another pair for the panty pile?” Jeff asked, laughing. “Are they used?”

“They’re sure as fuck not clean! Ugh!” Gareth flung them toward Eddie’s things. “Tell Ed they fell out of one of his letters instead.”

“Man, why don’t you just come out and say you’ve got a boyfriend?”

Gareth gave Jeff a withering look. “Yeah, sure, I’ll tell Rolling Stone I take dick when Sebastian Bach makes a public apology for wearing that ‘AIDS kills fags dead’ shirt onstage.”

“I’m just saying, it didn’t even slow Judas Priest down.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not Judas Priest…”

They both went back to reading their fan mail, so Eugene did too. Tucking Darren’s letter into his pocket, he lifted the unglued flap on the second letter and slipped the paper out. It was a sheet of lined notebook paper, complete with the ragged remains of spiral-bound edging down the left side. And it was covered in neat, round cursive written in purple gel pen.

Dear Eugene,

I’ve been C.C.’s biggest fan for two years, and even got to follow you guys for part of the Midwest Metal tour last spring. I’ve always had a thing for bassists and you’re my most favorite ever! I read your interview with B-Side, and I had to tear it out and keep it in my purse. I was really fat growing up too, and your words in that interview bring me a lot of peace. I pull it out and read them again any time I have to relive those high school memories of being The Fat Girl, and it always makes me feel better.

I really like that black leather jacket with the red stripes on the sleeves that you wear sometimes. If you have it with you now, could you wear it tonight, for me? Pretty please?

Break a leg tonight! (But not my heart!)

~ P.

There was a heart drawn at the bottom of the page, and a little doodle of a hand holding up devil horns. For some reason, Eugene couldn’t stop smiling at them.

“Hey, Earth to Genie!” Jeff called too loudly. Eugene’s head shot up, inexplicably feeling guilty, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Jesus, finally. What the hell’s got you grinning like a lunatic over there?”

“Oh, uh… I got a letter. From a girl.”

Gareth snorted. “What, is it your first one or something?”

“Yeah. Hey, can you grab my leather jacket off the rack? The one with the red stripes.”

(Btw, Sebastian Bach did apologize for that fucking shirt in 2003, and has raised money for and made donations to organizations dedicated to fighting HIV/AIDS. We stan character growth and learning to be better in this house.)

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day 01 : strawberries

featuring Billy Hargrove x oc Natalie Henderson

rating: general

cw: none

wc: 204

an: written for the 200 Words Challenge (more like 200-ish for me). I love these two so much!

U-Pick Strawberry Field, the hand-drawn sign read, with an arrow pointing toward a beaten-down dirt track coming off the paved road. Billy had been in Hawkins for three years and still had no idea where that path led, but Natalie did: Eugene McCorkle’s farm. He hosted pick-your-own crops year-round, according to her. Sounded to Billy like McCorkle had found a way to game the system and get someone else to not only pick his produce but pay him for the privilege. But Nat was cute as hell when she got excited about something, and apparently she got excited about strawberry season. And pulling fruit off plants in the late spring sunshine on a pretty day for a while didn’t sound like too high a price to pay to see his girl smile.

Billy turned the car down that beaten dirt path, and Natalie leaned over and kissed his shoulder happily.

A couple hours later, Billy’s back was sore but the car was perfumed by a gallon bucket full of sweet berries that had only cost him five bucks, and he had his juice-stained fingers on Nat’s dirt-streaked knee while she prattled on about all the things she might do with their haul. Worth it.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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Kevin helping Seth in the background 🥺 + bonus:

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NO WORDS

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the shield breakup truly will never stop haunting the narrative

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The Shield ultimately costing Roman his historic title reign is the long term story telling that I've grown to adore. I love pro-wrestling

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HE PICKED SETH. HE FUCKING PICKED SETH TO ATTACK AND IT COST HIM EVERYTHING HE COULD NEVER LET GO OF LOSING HIS BROTHERS HE COULD NEVER GET PAST THE SHIELD HIS HOME THE FAMILY HE TRIED AND FAILED TO REBUILD AAAAAAAHHHHHH

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And in the end, Roman choosing to give Rollins, clad in his old Shield gear, one last fuck you for his betrayal years ago cost him his title. That's some tragedy shit tbh.

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WRESTLEMANIA XL | Day 2

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Seth & Drew breaking character for a wholesome moment (Wrestlemania XL)

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FINISH THE STORY 2014 → 2024

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he is TRYING out here

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The Judgment Day | RAW - August 28th 2023

Bonus:

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wrestlemania xl kickoff – feb. 8, 2024

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RHEA WAS FUNNY ASL FOR THIS

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SHIT 😭

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He was having too much fun whipping Seth with that belt...