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Ash Over ScotlandDrew McIntyre pulls his hair back into it’s signature pony tail after buttoning his baby blue dress shirt back up, smoothing out his black skirt that was far from a kilt while he heads toward the ring that he had not been seen in for months - for all due reasons of his own.Ash Over Scotland by valiumforaviper
He links his arms and fawns adoringly over his lover and boss, but The Chairman leaves him at the Gorilla position like a faithful dog in waiting. The Scotsman can hear Mysterio being introduced to the crowd as he fixes his lovers mauve and silver striped tie perfectly straight and smoothes out the lapels of his orchid-purple blazer. He understands that his man has something important to do, and would be back just as quick as he left; not one to argue against him, Drew nods like the perfect office-pet that he was and stands back in wait while McMahon’s music is cued. Vince heads out to the ring; interrupting Justin Robert’s announcing duties. The Chosen One combs his fingers through his long brunet
60 Days“I don’t think I will ever be who you want me to be.”60 Days by valiumforaviper
Hands strike out at the flowers on the table, sending them to the ground with a delicate crash and soft ruffle, fist settling with a knuckle whitening grip on the handle of a suitcase quickly being dragged from the locker room. Silver optics gaze over his distressed Rhodes burrowing his face into DiBiase’s neck: comforted and loved. He easily knows the outcome of the younger man’s dual situation, a confirmation overheard in a soft whisper, “Time off.”
He sets off down the clammy hall of the arena, fixing his eyes in the reflection on his rental car window and throwing his suitcase onto the backseat. He plops down lifelessly behind the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.
Three years ago, The Viper wanted nothing more than to get rid of the annoying, pesky Michael Cole. The announcer always banging on his locker room door, pining for attention in the slightest and offering gifts and love.
| WARNING: Slash, the color Orange, Drag, Blood, Violence, MPreg, & Giant boobs and booties, weight-fetish, and some normal things, too. |
Mature audiences, please.
"What I'm really trying to say is: I want the deepest, darkest, sickest parts of you that you're afraid to share with anybody." - Lady Gaga