#chapter 1 maybe?

[sweet-villain]

Feelings~ Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Note : This is something I started and was laying in my drafts in my computer. I wanted to post it in case someone likes it.

Everyone knew from the way you looked at him, the way you felt. You couldn’t hide it from anyone on set except the person you quite grown fond of and had feelings for. All the other cast members pushed you to tell him. Telling you that it would make you feel better but you didn’t want to lose, someone as wonderful as Jeffrey. 

“ It’s not going to make it any easier if you keep looking at him like that” a voice inturrupted your thoughts turning your head to meet Steven who stood next to you. He was a close friend of yours and someone you trusted. A lot. 

“ I wasn’t” you liked averting your eyes from him. He snorted shaking his head. 

You were part of The Walking Dead cast, Katherine Rhodes. One of the Saviors and Negan’s love interest. You were there with Negan since the beginning, knowing his wife. 

“ You should talk to him before you leave”  Steven said, patting your shoulder as he walked away. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Jeffrey, everything became brighter when he walked into your life. He made you laugh and smile like no one has ever done before. 

He adores you. 

Danai and Lauren walked over bringing over a bottle of water for you as you continued to watch Jeffrey talk to Norman. He laughed at something Norman had said. What a beautiful sound. 

 “ you got it so bad for him” Lauren nudged you as she watched you. “ I know” sighing, you took a drank of your water. Danai pulled you into a hug.

“Just talk to him, he’s a big teddy bear. He will understand and listen” 

You hadn’t noticed that Jeffrey walked over.

“ Hello ladies, what are you chit chatting about?” His smiled pulled into that dimple smile you love. 

“ Oh nothing, but Y/N has something to talk to you about” you sent a glare Lauren’s way, but both her and Danai shot you looks to talk to Jeffrey. 

Looking down at the ground your face going red as you tried to figure out how tell Jeffrey how you felt.

“ is everything alright, Y/N?” He put his hand on your shoulder causing a shiver to go down your spine. You nodded still keeping your head down. Your stomach was in knots and your palms became sweaty. 

“ You look like you’ve seen a ghost” He frowned, putting a finger under your chin lifting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked with his. 

“ It’s nothing” you shook your head turning away from him, ready to leave. You turned your back to him feeling words stuck in your throat. 

“ Talk to me” he tried to get you to turn around and look at him. He really does care about you. 

“ I can’t…” you mumbled. 

“ You’re making me worried”

You closed your eyes taking a deep breathes spilling the words out.

“ I like you a lot. More than a friend. I have feelings for you and it’s really hard to be your friend” 

After that, you just ran from the set and everyone who shouted your name.

[anactivemind-blog]

No idea what to call this

But I came up with this idea of a kind of AU thing that Loki was found in the same fashion Thor was in the Thor movie, and someone took care of him and noticed him, etc. Idk. Just a short little thing.

Loki had told her how he lived a lie for millenia, believing he was truly an Aesir. It was only until recently had he learned the truth in who he was, that he was nothing more than a monstrous frost giant, a Jötunn, snatched from his kingdom when still a babe as a war heirloom that would hopefully one day bring about peace between Jötunheimr and Asgard. Heather listened with the widest of ears and the kindest heart. The feeling she gave him made him feel odd at first; it was a warm, bubbly kind of feeling. Was it comfort and one of belonging? Loki didn't speak to her much until the feeling subsided, and she never pressed him to speak. Maybe she took his taking care of the apartment while she was at work as an unspoken act of gratitude for being so patient. There was much ice around his motionless heart, though he felt it melting more and more by the passing day.

And now, he found himself sharing a bed with the mortal woman.

She didn't move to touch him, or even look him over; she'd had a rough day at work (Loki could see it when she came home), so he invited her into "his" room for the night. It was the least he could do given how compassionate she'd been to him. Heather fell asleep almost immediately, yet Loki caught himself eyeing his new bedmate.

Mortal women weren't much different from Aesir, he discovered. They weren't as muscular, but their bodies retained a similar shape. He somewhat enjoyed the softness of their skin and the larger swell of their hips and breasts. She was beautiful, not a single fiber of doubt could be found within his being. Loki then wondered why she had no mate.

He saw no pictures of men around the apartment, aside from one or two involving an older man (Heather explained that it was her father). His mind then moved to the possibility of her being untouched, and he violently shook his head. Heather stirred slightly beside him, causing Loki to tense up and curse himself for his recent action. She settled moments later, and Loki's muscles returned to their slack state. He'd have to ask her some day.

But, wait: why would he want to ask her? She was a mortal, and he a demi-god. It shouldn't have mattered to him at all, though he felt a twinge of what might be called possessiveness when it came to Heather, as if she were already his. He shook his head again, this time more calmly, and let sleep slowly claim him.