Haley looked up when she heard Mike open the door. She shivered a bit when the cold air from the doorway hit her. “H-hey, Mike,” she said. Her voice was more of a whisper than a anything. “Sorry for texting you so late, I feel really bad.” She had to hold back the scowl pulling at her lips; she wasn’t usually one to admit when she needs help. She reached behind her, trying to shove another pillow against her back.

“Hey, Haley.” Mike replies as he approaches her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s no problem, you know I’m here for you.” He says with a smile, handing her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and placing the bottle of Sudafed on the nightstand. “Here, let me get that for you.” Reaching behind her and propping up another pillow against her back. “Is there anything else you need?” He softly asks.

“No, I’m - I’m fine.” Haley blew her nose, making Mike jump a little. “You’re a good guy, you know? I know a lot of people think you’re - ” Haley sneezed loudly “ - just full of yourself, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Hell, the fact that you came out here for me at three in the morning says so much about you…” Haley smiled up at Mike briefly, before looking down at her hands.

Mike smiles warmly at the compliment, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. A reaction you would never see from his character, The Miz. “It’s not easy,” he softly replies, reaching for her hand to get her attention. “Trying to convince others you’re actually not that bad of a guy deep down.”

Haley’s eyes widened when Mike took her hand. “Well, you convinced me.” She smiled a bit, looking back up at Mike. “Screw everyone else. They’re idiots if they can’t see how great you are.” Haley’s smile turned into a wide grin, and she held Mike’s hand tightly.

Mike smirks at her shocked reaction. He enjoyed pushing the envelope from time to time and this was definitely one of those moments. His gaze remains fixed on her face as he lifts her hand to his lips and brushes a tender kiss across her knuckles. “Thanks Haley, that really means a lot coming from you.”

Haley’s heart stops in her chest, and she stares down at her hand.  Her mind goes blank, and she looks up at Michael.  After  a moment, she manages to stammer, “You might catch my cold!”  She buries her face in her hands, her face burning.  “…And you’re welcome.  You’re amazing,” she mutters into her hands.

The A-Lister emits a soft chuckle as she buries her face in her hands. He couldn’t remember the last time he witnessed something so adorable. “Don’t hide your face.” He murmurs, gently removing her hand from her face. “It’s too beautiful to keep hidden.”

"Oh, uh... Thanks." Haley's totally lost for words, which isn't something that happens too often. "Thank you." All she can do is thank Mike again, trying her hardest to ignore the red blush rising her cheeks. 'Maybe he'll just think it's a fever,' she thinks, she hopes, and she looks back at him.

Possessive/Obsessive Spouse Sentence Starters

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that. You promised.” “Til death to us part. That’s what our vows said.” “Did you really think this would ‘get better’ after we married?” “I’m allowed to be obsessed with you, I’m your husband/wife.” “You should quit your job. You know I can take care of you.” “Don’t go in today. Stay in bed with me.” “Mine, mine, mine…” “No. You can’t go out tonight.” “I don’t care if you’re just friends. I don’t want you seeing them again.” “Do I have to lock you up, darling?” “You will never have to worry about anything ever again. I’ll make sure of it.” “I’ve been fair to you so far, haven’t I?” “You’ve been such a good wife/husband so far. Don’t get silly ideas now.” “I called your work and told them you quit. Now you’ll never have to leave~” “Where are you going? Why didn’t you tell me?” “You’re late. Tell me what you were doing.” “You had better not be lying to me, darling…” “If I find out you’re cheating on me, I’ll kill him/her.” “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.” “I still can’t believe how perfect you are.” “I worship you.” “No one else is allowed to see you like this.” “This sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.” “ I’m going to hunt down the person that was your first…so that they know you’re mine now.” “I want people to see the marks I leave on you. So they know you’re taken.” “You belong to me and no one else.”

Haley looked up when she heard Mike open the door. She shivered a bit when the cold air from the doorway hit her. “H-hey, Mike,” she said. Her voice was more of a whisper than a anything. “Sorry for texting you so late, I feel really bad.” She had to hold back the scowl pulling at her lips; she wasn’t usually one to admit when she needs help. She reached behind her, trying to shove another pillow against her back.

“Hey, Haley.” Mike replies as he approaches her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s no problem, you know I’m here for you.” He says with a smile, handing her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and placing the bottle of Sudafed on the nightstand. “Here, let me get that for you.” Reaching behind her and propping up another pillow against her back. “Is there anything else you need?” He softly asks.

“No, I’m - I’m fine.” Haley blew her nose, making Mike jump a little. “You’re a good guy, you know? I know a lot of people think you’re - ” Haley sneezed loudly “ - just full of yourself, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Hell, the fact that you came out here for me at three in the morning says so much about you…” Haley smiled up at Mike briefly, before looking down at her hands.

Mike smiles warmly at the compliment, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. A reaction you would never see from his character, The Miz. “It’s not easy,” he softly replies, reaching for her hand to get her attention. “Trying to convince others you’re actually not that bad of a guy deep down.”

Haley’s eyes widened when Mike took her hand. “Well, you convinced me.” She smiled a bit, looking back up at Mike. “Screw everyone else. They’re idiots if they can’t see how great you are.” Haley’s smile turned into a wide grin, and she held Mike’s hand tightly.

Mike smirks at her shocked reaction. He enjoyed pushing the envelope from time to time and this was definitely one of those moments. His gaze remains fixed on her face as he lifts her hand to his lips and brushes a tender kiss across her knuckles. “Thanks Haley, that really means a lot coming from you.”

Haley’s heart stops in her chest, and she stares down at her hand.  Her mind goes blank, and she looks up at Michael.  After  a moment, she manages to stammer, “You might catch my cold!”  She buries her face in her hands, her face burning.  “...And you’re welcome.  You’re amazing,” she mutters into her hands.

“Thanks for the follow beautiful.”

@notlikeothergxrls

Haley’s eyes widened as she looked up at Seth. “Oh, uh… No problem - and thanks.” She could feel that she was blushing, so she hurriedly looked down at her shoes.

“Nervous?” Seth softly asks, tilting her chin so she was forced to make eye contact. “Don’t be.” The hand that once held her chin now sliding up to cup her cheek, fingertips brushing gently over soft skin.

Haley could feel her heartbeat picking up. She couldn't help but get lost in Seth's deep brown eyes. She tried to stammer out a response, but she couldn't think of anything to say.

“Thanks for the follow beautiful.”

@notlikeothergxrls

Haley's eyes widened as she looked up at Seth. "Oh, uh... No problem - and thanks." She could feel that she was blushing, so she hurriedly looked down at her shoes.

Haley looked up when she heard Mike open the door. She shivered a bit when the cold air from the doorway hit her. “H-hey, Mike,” she said. Her voice was more of a whisper than a anything. “Sorry for texting you so late, I feel really bad.” She had to hold back the scowl pulling at her lips; she wasn’t usually one to admit when she needs help. She reached behind her, trying to shove another pillow against her back.

“Hey, Haley.” Mike replies as he approaches her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s no problem, you know I’m here for you.” He says with a smile, handing her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and placing the bottle of Sudafed on the nightstand. “Here, let me get that for you.” Reaching behind her and propping up another pillow against her back. “Is there anything else you need?” He softly asks.

“No, I’m - I’m fine.” Haley blew her nose, making Mike jump a little. “You’re a good guy, you know? I know a lot of people think you’re - ” Haley sneezed loudly “ - just full of yourself, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Hell, the fact that you came out here for me at three in the morning says so much about you…” Haley smiled up at Mike briefly, before looking down at her hands.

Mike smiles warmly at the compliment, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. A reaction you would never see from his character, The Miz. “It’s not easy,” he softly replies, reaching for her hand to get her attention. “Trying to convince others you’re actually not that bad of a guy deep down.”

Haley's eyes widened when Mike took her hand. "Well, you convinced me." She smiled a bit, looking back up at Mike. "Screw everyone else. They're idiots if they can't see how great you are." Haley's smile turned into a wide grin, and she held Mike's hand tightly.

Haley looked up when she heard Mike open the door. She shivered a bit when the cold air from the doorway hit her. “H-hey, Mike,” she said. Her voice was more of a whisper than a anything. “Sorry for texting you so late, I feel really bad.” She had to hold back the scowl pulling at her lips; she wasn’t usually one to admit when she needs help. She reached behind her, trying to shove another pillow against her back.

“Hey, Haley.” Mike replies as he approaches her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s no problem, you know I’m here for you.” He says with a smile, handing her a bowl of chicken noodle soup and placing the bottle of Sudafed on the nightstand. “Here, let me get that for you.” Reaching behind her and propping up another pillow against her back. “Is there anything else you need?” He softly asks.

"No, I'm - I'm fine." Haley blew her nose, making Mike jump a little. "You're a good guy, you know? I know a lot of people think you're - " Haley sneezed loudly " - just full of yourself, but they couldn't be more wrong. Hell, the fact that you came out here for me at three in the morning says so much about you..." Haley smiled up at Mike briefly, before looking down at her hands.

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Haley gasped, covering her mouth. “You - you heard - ” She tried desperately to regain her composure. “Uh, you - I mean, you - oh, never mind.” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, flustered beyond belief.

Mike’s smirk transformed into a full-fledged grin at her flustered reaction. “Don’t be shy, I won’t bite. Unless, of course, you’re into that sorta thing?” He softly asks, peeking at her over the rim of his sunglasses.

Haley's face turned a bright red. "N-no, I'm not into that!" She looked down at her feet. She needed to stop being so flustered. She took a deep breath, trying her best to look cool and collected. She raised her head, looking right back into Mike's eyes. Now that Mike knew she thought he was attractive, there was nothing to lose. "You are pretty hot, you know that? Lots of the girls in the locker room think so. And I might... I think so too."

SWEATY-PATRIOTIC-HANDS

Haley gasped, covering her mouth. "You - you heard - " She tried desperately to regain her composure. "Uh, you - I mean, you - oh, never mind." She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, flustered beyond belief.

Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

send “shit, you’re hot” for my muse reacting to overhearing yours accidentally saying that out loud!

alternatively, send “excuse me?” for my muse to have slipped and called your muse hot out loud