dolph ziggler

Independent and selective Dolph Ziggler written by Em. Kayfabe compliant. Mun and muse are both over eighteen. This is a side blog.

[wearethecnes-deactivated2019063]

so what if i’m crazier than crazy? so what if i’m sicker than sick?

promo credit ( x )

[thatdamngccd-blog]

Colby hated how Dolph’s excitement made his stomach do a flip and he ducked his head in an attempt to hide that fact. He held out his hand as Dolph wrote his number down on his palm, like an old tv sitcom or something. He shook his head as he took out his phone, moving to lean against the lockers. “There’s no way this will end well,” he muttered before he sent Dolph a text.

( text | ziggler, dolph | sent )  Hey it’s Colby. So uh…yeah. ( text | ziggler, dolph | sent ) Now you have my number.

Dolph waved goodbye to Colby as he started chatting with Natalya, making it to his next class before checking his phone and texting back underneath the desk.

[ text ] hey colbs! [ text ] is it cool if i call you that? :)

A quick text with his address and then the phone was put away for class. Dolph texted him on and off the next few days, schedule busy with cheer practice and hitting the gym ( and occasionally doing school work ). By the time his party rolled around, Dolph was fairly confident that Colby would show up. Confident enough that he didn’t get nervous when the party had gotten into full swing and the other male hadn’t arrived yet; shooting a quick text reminding him that his party had started an hour ago and there was plenty of booze and babes waiting for him.

[colinfarrellsource]

[dogalyst-deactivated20220226]

idk i really like being called cute but i also really like hearing that you masturbate to the thought of me idk

[womensdivision]

[thatdamngccd-blog]

@takesarms —— ✦

drunk people are honest. or so she thinks the saying goes. she’d not quite sure but with dolph in her doorway it’s all she can really think. he smells like liquor and she can’t help but wrinkle her nose at her. tired eyes trying to blink away sleep as he babbles on and on.

        ‘ no shite. ’  

her words aren’t too harsh but she doubts he’ll even remember them the next day. eyes rolling at him and hand resting on her hip in disapproval.

        ‘ ya wan’ta come in? ’  

she grabs his hand before he can answer, if he can, and pulls him inside with her. shoving him towards her bed and onto it when they reach it. hands too soft and they help him take off his shoes and shirt.

       ‘ g’night ziggler ’  

Dolph knew his limits — any responsible adult would have respected those limits, been mindful of them when he went out for what he swore would be just a few drinks. But Dolph was far from responsible and had treated his limits more like a challenge than anything.

How he ended up at Becky’s door was a mystery, but there he was, hammering on her door like he was the police serving up a search warrant; the door opened the same time as his mouth did, and nonsense started spilling out. 

( Dolph was aware that, sober, he tended to ramble. He talked too much, some people would say — but, in Dolph’s mind, he just had a lot that needed to be said. Needed more words to articulate his feelings than the average person. But drunk? Once intoxicated, sober Dolph looked quiet. )

Stream of consciousness tumbling from his lips, he was interrupted by Becky, and even completely wasted he could sense the disapproval coming off of her in waves. He’d feel guilty tomorrow. Probably. 

❝ If you wanted t’undress me, Becks, all you had to do was ask, ❞ Dolph slurred with a leer, though it was fleeting. Tugging Becky onto the bed with him, pressing a clumsy kiss to her cheek. ❝ Thanks for puttin’ up with me. ❞    

[reigningrcman-blog]

three days grace starters

❝ i’ll tell you now you can’t win this. ❞  ❝ you’re wrong if you think that i’ll be just like you. ❞  ❝ you were only in my way. ❞ ❝ i hate everything about you. ❞ ❝ why do i love you? ❞     ❝ no matter how hard i try, you’re never satisfied. ❞ ❝ i think i’m better off alone. ❞ ❝ i can hardly wait ‘til you get off my case. ❞ ❝ i wish you never told me. ❞ ❝ i wish i never knew. ❞     ❝ i’ve never felt like this before. ❞ ❝ i wake up screaming. ❞ ❝ i will let you down. ❞ ❝ trust me. ❞ ❝ i’ll be there when you need me. ❞      ❝ it’s now or never. ❞ ❝ once i had the world, but now i’ve got no one.❞ ❝ once i had the world, but now i’ve lost it all. ❞ ❝ i’m not the man i was before. ❞ ❝ where the hell are you when i need you? ❞ ❝ i won’t hurt you anymore. ❞ ❝ i’m not angry all the time. ❞ ❝ all my dreams are not worth saving. ❞ ❝ i’ve still got nowhere else to go.  ❞ ❝ your bottle’s almost empty. ❞  ❝ i like it rough. ❞ ❝ i’d rather feel pain than nothing at all. ❞     ❝ trust me, i’ve got a plan. ❞ ❝ i can’t control myself. ❞ ❝ no one will ever change this animal i have become. ❞ ❝ i can’t escape myself. ❞ ❝ so many times i’ve lied. ❞ ❝ it’s not too late, it’s never too late. ❞      ❝ no one knows i lost my soul long ago. ❞ ❝ am i too much? ❞ ❝ i’m learning how to live life on my own. ❞ ❝ i never felt so alive. ❞ ❝ you blame me. ❞ ❝ it’s not fair when you say that i didn’t try. ❞      ❝ i just don’t care about you anymore. ❞ ❝ i’m the one to blame. ❞ ❝ i’ve tried everything to get away. ❞ ❝ it feels like every day’s the same. ❞ ❝ it’s dragging me down and i can’t pull away. ❞     ❝ i know what’s best for me, but i want you instead. ❞ ❝ i feel alive when you’re beside me. ❞ ❝ don’t know what went wrong. ❞ ❝ i tell myself that i don’t miss you at all. ❞ ❝ so i’ll stay out all night, get drunk and fuck and fight. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re missing me. ❞  ❝ we are the ones. we get knocked down; we get back up. ❞ ❝ you see right through me. ❞ ❝ i can learn from my mistakes. ❞ ❝ don’t throw everything away. ❞     ❝ it’s strange what desire will make foolish people do. ❞

[thatdamngccd-blog]

An annoyed sigh left Colby as he chewed on the his nail. What was the harm in going out? The worst that would happen would be him getting ignored right? He made a face before he sighed. “Fine. I’ll —-I’ll come. Fuck,” he muttered. He shifted his weight before he added. “But not for long okay? I’ll come but only for a few hours.”

Dolph’s face lit up, a grin growing on his lips, wide and genuine and slightly crooked. ❝ You won’t regret it. It’ll be a blast. Here, let me write down my number for you. Text me and I’ll send you my address. ❞ He pulled a pen out of his pocket, holding out a hand for Colby’s hand so he could jot his number on his palm. Natalya stepped out of the classroom, finally, and Dolph finished writing his number a moment later.  ❝ Remember. Text me. And let me know who it is, ❞ he added with a laugh.

[thatdamngccd-blog]

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

{ @takesarms​ } —— ✦

          ❝ C’mon, Becky, I can take care of myself, ❞           scoffed as if she was being irrational, when           they both knew that statement was a lie.   A           slew  of evidence  in   the  countless  times           Dolph had shown up   at   her   door   drunk,           more than a few times with a black eye or a           busted   lip   thanks     to     the     way     he           r  a  n               h  i  s                m  o  u  t  h  .

[thatdamngccd-blog]

A frown found its way to Colby’s face and he crossed his arms defensively. His life was far from boring. He enjoyed going home and listening to music or watching wrestling with his friends. His hand reaches up to scratch at the back of his neck before he sighs. “I don’t know….can I get back to you? It’s really not my scene,” he murmured.

Dolph didn’t look convinced, eyebrows arched and a scoff on his lips. “It’ll never be your scene if you don’t take a chance,“ he argued. "If you do come – which you should – there’ll be the good shit. Well, it’ll be there whether you come or not, but.” A shrug. “If you’d, you know, hang out with people, maybe they wouldn’t talk about you as much.”

[thatdamngccd-blog]

Colby’s tongue darted across his lips before he nodded slowly.  He never was good at reading people, never good at telling if they were making fun of him or genuinely curious. “Yeah. I uh —don’t bother going out anymore. What’s the point? People just see me coming and start whispering and shit,” he answered, his hand running through his hair. “I’d rather just sit at home and watch wrestling. It’s easier.”

"But that's boring. How do you not go out of your mind? No offense," Dolph added in a way that did nothing to negate whatever offense he might have caused with his phrasing or the tone of voice he used ( his tone got him in trouble more often than anything else ). "Well, if you decide you do want to party this weekend, I'm having a party on Saturday night. You can come. I can't promise people won't talk about you, but you could at least give them something to talk about." The suggestion was followed by a small shrug.

[thatdamngccd-blog]

Gym class in eighth grade. Had it really been that long since Colby had talked to Dolph? A shrug lifted his shoulders, hands sliding into the pocket of ripped jeans. “Eighth grade was around when I started growing my hair,” he answered slowly. “I think some of your friends started pulling my hair and calling me a girl.” It had been so long that he honestly couldn’t remember if Dolph had even been involved.

Dolph might have been exaggerating a bit -- he tended to do things like that, stretch the truth for dramatic flair ( and maybe sometimes just to see if he could get away with it ). "Well, I never picked on you about it. I'd be the last person to do that. Trust me, I got called a girl a lot when I started cheering. Just idiots blowing hot air," he said with a wave of his hand, dismissive, standing up and adjusting the strap of his backpack. "So is that why I never see you at parties?" Genuine curiousity fueling the inquiry.

[topeconhiilo-aa-blog]

@thatdamngccd || teen shiz

he stares at the other for a long moment, eyebrow arching as he stands there. his tongue darts across his lips before he nods at the other, eyes dropping to the guy’s shoes.

      “your laces are untied man.”

[thatdamngccd-blog]

Dolph was waiting for Natalya so they could walk to their next class together, leaning up against the wall and browsing twitter, not entirely focused on what he was looking at. The sound of someone’s voice got his attention, caused his eyes to flick from his phone to whoever was talking to him.  ❝ Excuse me? ❞ Eyebrows raised before peering down at his own shoes. ❝ Huh. Thanks. ❞ Crouching down to tie his shoe, he added, ❝ I think that’s the first time you’ve talked to me since, like, eighth grade gym class. ❞

[thatdamngccd-blog]

@tragicbreeds

      ❝ So, Deano, you finally get tired of the good guy charade?       Was starting to wonder if you liked being  comedy relief.  ❞

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

confessions meme:

send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse:

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me | 

[thatdamngccd-blog]

“Don’t be an ass.”

{ @labellemaryse }——✦

A hand on his chest, mock-offense apparent in   his   features   and   thick   in  his  words.                              ❝ Me? An ass? NEVER. ❞ Dolph’s facade cracked and a grin broke out, bright  and  somehow  close  to  mocking,  in sharp   juxtaposition   to  the  almost - playful expression    he’d    worn   moments   before. 

                  ❝ It’s called being honest, Maryse. You should try it sometime. ❞

[ven0moth]

I just have to be the center of attention 24/7 even when I’m sleeping is that too much to ask