A Plate of Eggs
Request: “Hello! If your requests are open, I’ve got one for you :) a newt x reader, and the reader is and has been struggling with depression and worries it will scare newt away but he reassures her that it won’t.”
Word Count: 1,602
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Warning: Deals with Depressive Thoughts
Mornings are the worst. The sun rises, birds sing, crickets chirp, people get up and go about their day, the world spins the way it’s supposed to.
And you lie in bed staring at the wall, wishing you were anyone else.
The bedroom door creaks open to reveal Newt, a tray in his hand, that blessed boy already aware of your mood. “Hey, love. I brought you some breakfast.”
The soft sound of a radio crackling in the other room slowly weaves its way to you along with the smell of eggs and a slice of fresh cut blueberry bread.
You shove the comforter away from your face and rub your eyes, taking in a deep breath to convince yourself to smile. The corners of your lips may as well be lead, though, and you know even as you force a grin to your face that Newt can see through it.
He says nothing, just sets the tray on the nightstand.