10 | Beautiful

Prompt: Reader breaks up with her boyfriend, who tells her that she's not pretty enough. Newt comforts her. (LOTS OF FLUFF!!!)

Rated: PG (ugly language, such as, well, ugly)

Requested: Nope

A/N: Sorry, my superstitious folks! Really, sorry :P. 

Anyways, this book reached 6.5K reads! You guys are my saviors (from my shitty and sad life). 

REMEMBER, YOU GUYS, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I HAVE BEEN HAVING A LACK OF MOTIVATION BECAUSE NO REQUESTS HAVE BEEN COMING IN!!! BUT I STILL LOVE YOU ANYWAYS!

Enough of my rambling, and now, here's some fluff!

(p.s. For my skinny readers, this takes place during the 1930s [when curvy was popular] and for my curvy readers, this takes place during the 1920s [when skinny was popular].)

• • •

You're not good enough for me. 

Those were the exact words he had spat right in Y/N's face, sending her sprawling backwards, tears in your eyes. 

Y/N had seem him cheating with one of the 'perfect' girls. She had long, wavy hair, flawless skin, large eyes, delicate facial features, and most of all, she was (curvy/skinny). 

That was what society saw as beautiful, and what he saw, too. 

Y/N knew that Aaron had treated her ( Y/N, not the other girl ) badly, but she loved him, and after all--she was practically addicted to him. 

But he was the one that had caused her problems. The self-harm, the corset, all the heavy makeup she layered on her face. 

And yet, even though she changed so much for him, he still didn't love her back. 

Now, she was stumbling randomly around London's streets, with only a thin coat to keep her warm in the cold weather. 

Some passer-bys sent her dirty looks, while others sent her sympathetic ones. No wonder they thought that she was a beggar; after all, her hair was messy, her face was tired, and she was walking as if she was drunk. 

Suddenly, she tripped, face-first. She collided with the hard pavement. 

Then a figure squatted beside her, stroking her hair, soothing her sobs. 

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. She was afraid that it was Aaron. 

"Leave me alone," she whispered, "Please. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, I was really angry. Just please, please don't hurt me anymore."

"Y/N," a familiar voice said, causing her to lift her head in surprise. 

Queenie was by her. As usual, she was looking fantastic. Her strawberry-blonde curls were neat, and she was wearing a new pink coat. 

"Queenie," Y/N said, attempting to sound cheerful, but failing, as her voice cracked, "What are you doing here in London?"

"I'm visiting Newt, and I was about to drop these off at another friend's house," Queenie explained, lifting a bag, "But never mind. You obviously need more care."

For once that day, Y/N felt happy, until his words repeated in her mind. Her face dropped again, and Queenie noticed. Getting up with her help, she headed towards Newt's house along with her friend.

• • •

Newt looked worriedly at the (H/C)-haired female sitting on his couch, looking at her hands. "Tell me what happened again?" he asked Queenie. 

She sighed impatiently, and said once again, "Y/N's boyfriend told her that she wasn't good enough for him. I can't read anymore of her mind, she's closed it up from me."

"Smart girl," Newt said to himself, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the kitchen table where they were sitting, "Too bad she has a boyfriend who doesn't deserve her."

Queenie, hearing this, smiled. She already knew about his crush on her, and decided to use it to her advantage when she read Y/N's mind on the way to his apartment. 

"And what do you want me to do?" Newt said, handing her a steaming cup of tea. 

Brits and tea, Queenie thought. "I dunno, comfort her?"

He took a sip out of his own cup. "British breakfast."

"Pardon?"

"The tea type."

"Brits," Queenie thought, and then covered her mouth, seeing that she had said it out loud.

Newt gave her a look, and then asked again, "Really, what should I do?"

"Do whatever you want, Newt," she said, and then added, "Whatever's going to help her."

"Okay, and?"

Queenie ignored him, and finished the cup of tea, cooled by a spell. Then she got up. "Now," she said, getting the bag, "I have something to drop off. Have a nice day, Newt. I'll visit again tonight."

And just as Newt was about to offer her a place to stay, she apparated out, leaving him alone in the apartment with Y/N. 

• • •

Y/N knew that they were talking about her. She could literally feel it. Plus, although Queenie was a skilled Legilimens, Y/N could still feel her probing about in her mind, so she closed it. 

"See you later, Y/N," Queenie said softly, startling Y/N. 

Y/N weakly waved, attempting to smile, but she felt to tired to even move her face. 

A long and heavy silence hung about the room, filling every inch of it. The only sound was the soft clinking of Newt's fork against his plate. 

Newt felt awkward, as he usually did when he was around Y/N. It was too quiet in there, especially since Y/N usually chatted a lot with him. 

He took a deep breath and decided to take a chance. "You want some cake, Y/N?" he asked her, walking towards his couch. 

"No thanks," she replied, placing her chin on her hand once again. 

"C'mon, Y/N, I know that you like cake," Newt said, trying anything and everything to get her to eat something. 

"Not hungry."

"It's your favorite flavor," he said cheerfully, waving the cake around in front of her face. 

Y/N laughed at how ridiculous he looked. "Okay, okay!" She took  the plate and managed to shove a spoonful down. "Happy?"

"Very."

She ate a few more mouthfuls just for his sake, since he looked so worried. 

After she finished, he asked, "You want to help me feed the creatures?"

"I would like to, but I'm just, you know, tired," Y/N replied.

Newt decided to stop pressing her, and listened to her. "Unfortunately, I do not have a spare room," he told her, adding, "But you can sleep in my bed for tonight."

Y/N took the words the wrong way, and froze, her eyes wide. 

He blushed, and said, "You know what I mean, Y/N."

"Yeah, but where will you sleep?"

"On the floor, I guess," Newt shrugged. 

"Always the gentleman," she chuckled. 

"Oh, you know I am." 

He led her to his room, although she already knew where it was. She had been here before. 

"I'll let you get situated," Newt said, turning back around, and calling over his shoulder, "Sweet dreams, Y/N. Get some--"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she blurted out. 

He froze in his tracks, and looked at her oddly. "Wh-what do you mean, Y/N?"

Y/N felt hot tears forming in her eyes. So he didn't think that she was attractive either. Aaron had been right. She was ugly--no, she was hideous. 

"Did he--did he say something to you?" Newt said hesitantly. 

She already knew who he was referring to. She nodded, and looked down at her shoes. 

Slowly, Newt shut the door, and walked towards her. Instantly, she flinched, afraid that he would slap her. 

"He's been hurting you, hasn't he?"

"Y-yes," Y/N replied. And that one word took all of her worries away. She had gotten it off her chest. 

"Listen to me, Y/N," Newt said, tilting her chin up to look at him, "Don't listen to him. He's doesn't know anything about beauty. Because you're--you're the most beautiful girl I have every laid eyes upon."

Oh, how she wanted to believe him! But she laughed bitterly, "Oh, no, not you too, Newt. You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"No, I mean it. I promise."

"I'm not pretty, Newt," Y/N spat, "I'm not attractive in any way. You don't understand at all. How I look at my body in dissatisfaction every time I look into the mirror. I see a (starved/fat), ugly, useless woman, and all that--all that (meat/bone)! It's driving me insane. Why would anyone love me? My eyes are too (big/small), they're too (close together/far apart), my nose is too (thin/big), my mouth is too (wide/small), my hair is--"

"You're perfect, Y/N. And I don't see why you don't see the same woman that I see when I look at you. You're elegant, you're smart, and overall, you're beautiful. And there's nothing that I would change about you. Absolutely nothing. Because," his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat and continued, "Because I love you. I've been trying to show it to you, but you've been so focused on that Aaron guy--the idiot who has no appreciation for you. And you deserve someone so much better, and I'm not saying that it has to be me, but I would prefer it to be. Just someone who will comfort you, not point out fake things about you. Someone who will hold you after a tiring day. Someone who will love you the way you are."

Y/N's mouth dropped open, and tears glistened in her eyes once more. "Y-you really think that?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, sweet."

"I love you so much," she whispered, as she ran into his arms.

After hugging each other once more, Newt whispered, "Now, how about that nap? And this time, can I join you?"

"Of course," Y/N giggled, and pulled him to the bed.

• • •

Hmmhmm, Reader and Newt are getting frisky! Also, don't kill me in the comments, body-shaming is very serious, and skinny people deal with it almost as much as curvy people. 

Another note is addressing my Criminal Minds fans: Sorry, I needed to use Aaron, because I'm stupid and I couldn't think of another name. But don't get me wrong: HOTCH IS AMAZING AND I FREAKING LOVE HIM!!! 

Anyways, have a good day!