Originally posted by s0mewhereweaknessis0urstrength

Anonymous asks:  Oh dear, I must say, I’ve fallen quite in love with your way of writing! So I have to ask if you could write a fic in which the reader gets catcalled while being out with Newt and to the readers surprise he doesn’t just ignore it like she suggests but defends her or something of that kind? Have a wonderful day/evening and take care! ❤️

also! Today is my birthday and I did say that I would write a special birthday fanfic. I decided to combined these two request! If the anonymous is too terribly offended that I added this little part in, please feel free and send in a new request. But to add a little more story, it’s your birthday. Just pretend we share the same birthday, lol.

Warnings: If you die, i’m not responsible. There is so much fluff you will have a heart attack. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Newt may sound a little OOC near the end, but some people asked for a little more aggression and protectiveness. So yes, Newt would never do this in real life, but this is my story and I love fluff, so if you don’t like it don’t read it!

Today was a special day. It was the third day of December and it dawned cool and winter-like. Not only was it your birthday, but Newt had asked you out. You weren’t sure if it was a “date” or not. You couldn’t get that out of him, you were lucky the bashful man even asked you out.

To be frank, you liked Newt. He was quirky and a bit of a lone wolf. If he payed attention to you and was able to make eye contact, that probably meant you were friends. That’s just how Newt worked. To also be frank… You kind of thought he might be gay, but you didn’t mention it to him or to anyone else, that just wasn’t really acceptable to talk about in the 1920s. You secretly hoped he wasn’t, because you were so attracted to him.

You hummed a Christmas song, while curling your hair. You decided to be a little fancy, it was your birthday after all. To add a final pop of color, you went so bold as to pull out some real red lipstick. It was old and kind of hard, but you managed to tint your lips with the true red cosmetic.

After doing your makeup (the only makeup you used was your lipstick and powder), you walked over to your closet. To your eyes, you had nothing to wear. What were you going to wear? You sure as hell couldn’t go naked. You ended up choosing a soft white blouse and a dark brown skirt. Dawning on your lace up shoes, you then took a hat and placed it gently on your head. Ew. No. You wrinkled your nose and took the hat off and threw it on the bed.

The door bell rang, and you hastily pinned a red flower pin to your hair. You dashed out into the hall to the door, pausing you smoothed out your skirt. Why were you preparing yourself? It wasn’t really a date, was it?

You opened the door to see Newt standing there, in his brilliant blue coat and Hufflepuff scarf. His eyes grew a little bigger, as his eyes traveled upwards, meeting your eyes. His face flushed a dusty pink color.

“Erm…” He stuttered, fiddling with his scarf and adjusting it. “Y-you look ravishing… I mean lovely… Really lovely…”

You laughed, and said a little awkwardly, “Pulled out the ol’ lipstick…!” You weren’t sure if Newt was being honest or just lying. He was too polite to say anything rude to your face and you started to feel really self-conscious. He’d never seen you with makeup or curled hair before.

“I can see that,” Newt noted, gazing at your lips. “Are you ready?” He seemed to snap out of it, looking away and doing a small spin.

Laughing, you walked down the flight of steps and said, “Absolutely!” You really wanted to take off the makeup. What if Newt hated the lipstick and wanted you to look natural? That would just be like Newt, to be all about the natural look. You felt awkward and twice as self-conscious. You wish you hadn’t decided to go so bold with your lips and heels! What were you trying to look like? A tramp?!

You were silent as you thought about how horrible you must look to Newt. You tried to remind yourself that you weren’t putting it all on to impress Newt, You were doing it to treat yourself and look nice!

Newt was quiet too. He wasn’t even looking at you. He had his hands in his pockets, as he kicked stones along the way. He wasn’t mentioning anything about his beasties or creatures at all.

Right as you two were turning the corner, a handsome man dressed smartly let out a high wolf whistle. He didn’t say anything, just watched you hungrily, running his eyes all over you.

You walked closer to Newt and stared in discomfort straight ahead of you. What a horrible birthday. Newt thought you were ugly as sin, like a clown, and other men thought you were wanting to get foxy around them.

The two of you kept walking, again in silence. Another man, this time even handsomer, with dark brown eyes and a strong jawline, called out, “Wish that lipstick could smear all over my lips! I could use a gal like you!”

You whimpered and were now basically shadowing ever move Newt made. Newt noticed your discomfort and said in a low voice, “Ignore him. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” What you didn’t know was that Newt was burning up with anger. He wanted to sock the man. He wanted nothing more than to shove his wand up that creep’s nose and blow his head off.

Once the two of you had walked another half mile or so, a man with dirty blonde hair said to you, “You must be quite a desperately naughty woman if you’re hanging out with this kind of boy.”

That was the last straw for Newt. “Cockroach!” Newt growled, turning to the man.

“Newt. Let it go, please,” you said, you were tired of this all and you just wanted to go.

To your surprise, Newt turned to you and said, “No. I’m tired of this all. I’m sick of having men making sick comments about you!” Something inside Newt had really changed. He was aggressive sounding, most certainly not passive aggressive like he normally was if he was irritated at someone.

“Yeah? And what are you doing to do?! She doesn’t belong to you! I say let the girl play around with me!” The man said, laughing loudly.

“She’s not yours,” Newt said dangerously low. He wasn’t walking up to the man, just glaring at him, his cinnamon color hair shading his face giving him a shadowy look. “She’s… She’s my girlfriend.”

You stared stupidly at Newt, not understanding anything. You didn’t have time to react, because at that instant, Newt turned to you and hooked his arm around your neck pulling you into a rough kiss.

You were shocked at how aggressively hungry his kiss was, as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. You weren’t going to lie, he was a good kisser. Your surprise at the kiss, let Newt slip his tongue into your mouth, French kissing you, your lipstick spearing everywhere. Your hands shot up to his hair as you started to melt. A low low groan came from inside Newt. Hastily, Newt cut off the beast like noise and pulled away, gasping for fresh air.

You too gasped, completely shocked and feeling dazed. What had happened. Where did that growl come from? Was the sweet Newt capable of producing such a noise?

You looked around but the cat caller seemed to have left in discourage. “Just as I suspected,” murmured Newt softly, rubbing away at the lipstick from his mouth. “Public display of affection makes people uncomfortable.” He explained in his usual tone, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. But he looked a little embarrassed. Was it because of the kiss or because of that noise that unexpectedly came from within him?

“Wait… Was that all staged? P-planed?” You whispered, still sucking in air like a weirdo. You were confused and your head was spinning.

“More or less. I was pretending to be possessive and aggressive. Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, and I hope you don’t despise me. I’m sorry I acted like such a beast, please forgive me,” Newt chuckled hollowly. “That was the only way I could get rid of him without physical contact.”

“Smart,” you huffed, still thinking hard at what just happened. Newt hesitated, but then stuck his thumb out to your face and cleaned up the smudging he had left. His face was slightly pink, as he cleaned up around your lips.

“Let’s have some lunch,” he said gently. he looked like himself, giving you a soft and almost angelic look.

As you two continue to walk, and you felt super weird, you thought about it. That groan could not have been on purpose. Nor could that kiss have been. Sure yeah, he planned to kiss you, but the way he kissed you… No matter how much he had “acted” that kiss was not fake. The more you thought, the more you remembered the way Newt looked at you and your lips earlier today.

To Newt’s surprise you took his hand in yours. “Hullo?” He questioned, looking down at the clasped hands.

“You weren’t pretending that kiss, were you?” You stated.


“That kiss. You couldn’t have just acted that kiss. It was way too genuine. Along with that groan. That’s why you quickly stopped and pulled away, right? Cuz you weren’t expecting that noise to come out yourself,” you explained quietly to Newt. You were proud of that deduction.

“You’re right…” Newt mumbled embarrassed. “I’m sorry I behaved like that. I’m no better than them.”

You wanted to say don’t worry, you’re kissing made up for it, or something lame like that, but you didn’t. “No. You were protecting me.” You really wanted to add besides you’re a great kisser.

“Want to know something, Y/N? You must have enjoyed the kiss though. Your hands shot up involuntarily to my hair,” Newt said shyly, not looking at you.

You chuckled to yourself. This wasn’t such a bad birthday after all. “Touché.”


Thanks for reading! For those asking for a jealous reader, I have one in the making. Don’t worry.

Lastly, please do not post my writing on fanfiction, deviantart, Wattpad or any other medias without asking me first, thank you :)

so i’ve already seen interpretations of this season’s movie references, i just wanted to weigh in and add that even seems to use movies to abstract his emotions into something that is easier for him to handle and that this can be interpreted within the framework of bipolar disorder. the season starts out referencing romeo and juliet and then shifts its focus to pretty woman. one is a tragic, ill-fated romance movie, the other a popular romcom where one lead whisks the other away from a bad life. even goes from keeping isak at a distance and believing their relationship is doomed because of his illness to thinking it’s exactly his relationship with isak that will make all the difference, be the thing to make him better. being “tacky cliché films” (like mikael says) the movies represent two extremes, the low and the high. narratively they were a clever way to hint at bipolar disorder without spelling it out. it also makes sense for even to fall back on these movies and apply them to his own emotional life, to reenact them, to lend some sense of purpose and structure to his depressive and manic episodes.


Movie Night

Arun: Why did you pick this movie?! It’s too sad. He’s a werewolf now? How’s that going to work with his fiance? 

Melanie: Ha I know but I love sappy movies like this. They’re my favorite.

Arun: They’re relationship is very strange. They are together and then they break up. Yet the love each other? What is this madness?

Melanie: That’s a romance movie for ya. Although it does prove an interesting point. Love is never conventional. It always appears when you least expect it. Jesminder told me that your marriage was arranged. Did you at least get to meet her before the ceremony?

Arun: I met her only once before. We were both young. I felt she was insufferable. 

Melanie: Oh she couldn’t be all that bad.

Arun: Her family is quite wealthy and they had many servants. My sāsa and sasura (mother-in-law and father-in-law) were rarely home. Jesminder grew up and only child and was never very kind to her servants. 

Melanie: Is she still this way at home? 

Arun: Life away from her family has taught her much in the way of socialization….but there are times that her previous personality comes forth.

Melanie: I’m sorry to hear that *not sorry at all face*

anonymous asked:

So many questions about the mothman au! Like is Lance just pretending to be mothman for shits and giggles? Or is he like a superhero? Cause when I saw that art of him in what looks like a mask I totes got superhero with a secret identity vibes! And if he's a superhero what's his powers? I just need so much more from this wonderful au!

my personal hc for klothman is that lance actually IS mothman (like your supernatural high school adventure/romance movie lmao).. and all the bad stuff that happens is just him being there at the wrong time. I would think that he’d just have super strength and flying abilities (and being attracted to bright keith’s smile asdjdjf)

but I also love the idea of superhero lance!!! O: that sounds really cool actually ??