Newt Imagines

Not Beautiful

You were walking through the Glade and you could here the whispers from the other Gladers.

"How can she fit in those clothes?" "She so fat and ugly." "Look at her hair! Hideous!"

You tried to shake off the comments like you did every day. Then the sound of the Box snapped you out of your thoughts.

Everyone dashed to the Box. Two of them opened the doors. Inside was a girl. Another girl who was of course more beautiful than you.

"Look at her! She much better looking then Y/N!" That was it. You couldn't take it. You sprinted away towards the Deadheads. Tears stung your eyes as you keep running.

You ran until you couldn't. Collapsing by a tree, you sobbed into your knees.

You cried so what seemed like hours before you heard a familiar voice.
"Y/N? Where are you?"

"I-I'm over here," you choked out.

Newt finally found you. "Y/N?" He sat down beside you and held you tight. You cried into his chest shivering. "Love, what's the matter?"

"I-I'm not beautiful or pretty. I'm ugly and fat." You sobbed more.

"Where would you ever get ideas like that?" He asked as he stroked your back.

"The other Gladers," you reply.

"Y/N," he lifts your head up and looked directly in your eyes. "Don't you ever believe them. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." He gently wipes your tears with his thumb.
He kisses you gently. "I love you so much, Y/N. Don't ever doubt that."

"I love you too, Newt," you reply and laid your head back on his shoulder and he just held you until all of your tears were cried.