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The glade looked bright today, everyone up and awake working on their jobs. Y/n sat on her hammock silently, just watching from afar with a lack of joy and honestly feeling just tired. Newt was across from her down on the ground focusing on what he was doing; gardening.
Y/n was the only girl glader. She had came up in the box about a few months before Thomas had, and it had been a shock to everyone of course. She’d been swarmed with questions from the second she got there. But now it was all normal.
Pretty quickly Her and newt had formed a friendship that formed into romance that just felt right. Easy.
He was sweet and gentle and honestly one of the only ones that hadn’t started off their first impression to her with corny flirting or questions galore when she so clearly was confused and loopy. He’d been kind and respectful and a bit timid at first. He’d was a safe space.
Now they’d been a ‘thing’ for around 5 months. Newt was y/n’s safe space, and her, his.
Y/n was had a bit of pudge like any person, a bit more curvy than skinny though. She had a bit of a stomach and thicker thighs and she hated it. Usually she didn’t really care. She wasn’t very insecure, she wasn’t fat, just a bit softer. Most of the time she just didn’t even pay attention, or even on confident days feel hot! But today she just felt different. She wanted to curl up and cry all day.
She found herself looking down, fidgeting with the fabric of her t-shirt, and going back and forth from sucking in her stomach just to compare. She didn’t even know why. She pulled the thin, torn, brown blanket from her hammock over her to hide, and just shrunk down. She wanted to shrink down.
Then she looked back to newt over there in his squat, humming calmly to himself with a pulled up root in hand. That was what she needed. She needed her newt.
Padding over to him, she tapped his shoulder.
“Hm?”, he looked up, His hazel brown eyes soft and genuine.
She didn’t wanna open her mouth yet, so she just plopped on her knees next to him and hugged him.
Newt jumped just a little bit, but quickly wrapped his comforting arms around her, his tone filled with concern and gentleness.
“Hey…baby what happened?…tell me what’s wrong…”
He started to gently rock her in her arms, completely dropping everything he was doing, including physically dropping the root, and kissing the top of her head.
She just made tiny little noises and curled up. He was warm and soft…His shoulder felt like a shucking angelic cradle. She could literally could fall asleep right there.
There was silence for a second.
“Do you wanna talk about it?…”, He asked in a whisper.
She stayed quiet for a beat longer, then asked.
“Do you think I’m ugly?…”
He looked almost appalled, more very confused like that was the stupidest question. He chuckled a bit when he answered. Not out of mock at all.
“Do you really think that? Honey…” then he went back to seriousness, a soft pout on his face as he gently pet her hair.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met!”
“No…I’m fat and—“
“Wait.” He stopped her mid sentence, pulling her away just enough to look her in the eyes with concern.
“Fat? Honey…no…baby you’re not— what in the world made you think that?”
He almost baby talked her. That was honestly just what she needed…
She sniffled, tearing up and looking down.
“I-I just…I don’t know…”
“Ok…no crying angel, hey, hey….ok, first of all, there’s nothing wrong with chub at all…second, you aren’t even fat…you have organs, alright? And a little bit of softness! I love it! You’re perfect…”
He cupped her cheeks.
“Say it for me. Please?…say ‘I’m beautiful’..”
She paused, locking eyes again and relaxing her breathing,—or rather attempting to—. Then, she mumbled it out.
“I’m beautiful…”
“Good…ok…now, let’s go somewhere private…get you comfy…you’re tired.”
She just nodded as he scooped her up like a toddler, her face in his shoulder…he carried her back to his own hammock, letting them both cuddle up inside of it, and her just curl up like a child on him. She instantly was nuzzled up in his neck, trying to turn into a little ball.
“There we go…sweet thing…”
He kissed her head again.
“Beautiful angel…How about we just rest for now, hm?…”
“I’d like that….”
And soon both of you fell asleep alone…her first, relaxing to the steady movement of his breathing, and the warmth of his hug. She felt a few times, other holders passing by, or even whispering and watching while you two slept in the middle of a work day. But she didn’t really care. Neither did he. She just needed her newt time…