TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Nick (Pt.2) *REQUEST*

* A part 2 to my Nick imagine was requested by AngelinaGlader I know it's short but I hope you like it!

I have some news too. I am going to end my imagines book soon. I still love The Maze Runner but I want to focus on writing my own book with my own set of characters and I don't think I could write that and keep up with these. I have a couple more drafts saved up from a while ago but after that I don't know if I will post a new one again.

Thank you to every single person who has read, voted, and shared my imagines because it has been the most amazing feeling ever! *

Third person POV

Newt stood outside her door with a tray of food in his hand and the other was hesitating to knock against the door. (Y/N) had locked herself in the room after the funeral ended and hadn't left for two days.

Alby was furious, saying that he made it perfectly clear to everyone- including (Y/N)- that they only had one day to grieve Nick before they resumed their normal order. But Nick wasn't just a friend or leader to (Y/N), he was her brother- the last thing she had connecting her to the outside world. How could you limit the amount of time she had to get over that?

Newt filled in the work for her, along with Chuck who seemed to enjoy helping out around the Glade other than as a Slopper. Alby let it slide for now, but was growing even more agitated as the hours went by and (Y/N) still hadn't come out yet.

Newt wanted her to come out but for a whole different reason. He cared for her, more than he knew he should have, and seeing her so empty without her brother was breaking his heart. He wanted to see the beautiful smile on her face or hear the gentleness in her voice, but all he got were small glances of her darkened eyes that peeked out of the sheet covering the rest of her face and body. He wanted her to feel alive again.

When he finally worked up the courage to knock, he did it three times before taking an inhaled breath to listen inside. It was silent for a moment, but he felt relieved when he heard the creaking of the bed she sat on. Seconds later, the door was slowly drawn backwards until (Y/N)'s head poked out.

"Hey, love. Lunch?" Newt was quiet with his voice and slightly waved the tray out towards her. She was like a frail animal and the boys weren't sure how to handle it. They had never had to deal with someone grieving over a family member, especially a female.

(Y/N) stepped out of the way of the door and made the small steps back to the bed. She curled herself back into a ball under the blankets, but left the blankets on the right side of the bed folded back so Newt could lie with her.

He set the tray down and climbed into the bed. He pulled back the blankets from her face before lifting her body to lay her head down on his chest. This position had been used many times in these past few days and (Y/N) each time seemed to calm down the quickest with it.

Newt slid his fingers into her hair and gently massaged her throbbing head, knowing all the crying she had done was sure to give her a wicked headache. (Y/N) whimpered under his touch, a clear sign that tears were about to fall, and Newt let them. His shirt already had been stained with her tears and he didn't care one bit. As long as the crying helped, he could worry about his shirt later.

"I know, I know," Newt cooed softly to calm her. She latched onto Newt's bicep as sobs took over her body. She sounded to be hyperventilating, so Newt quickly rubbed the small of her back while whispering calming words into her ear.

It took them many minutes for (Y/N) to control her breathing and fall limp against Newt's chest. Her eyes were heavy and burning from the amount of crying, and her mouth was left parted as she lost all energy to put up any more fight. She was weak and drained, but Newt made it his mission to give her her strength back.

"He's gone," (Y/N) croaked, breaking the patterned noise of her hiccups and sniffles. Newt's heart broke in his chest at the sound of her voice- all worn out and empty. "I'm all alone."

Newt shushed her once again and put his hand back on her head. She was wrong. She wasn't alone. Sure, she didn't have her brother anymore, but there were fifty other boys who loved her too- one of them more than the others.

"No, no, (Y/N). You're not alone." (Y/N) shifted on the bed until she was lying on her back and could look up and see Newt's face. He brushed the hair from the left side of her face before rested his hand on her neck. He looked like a parent holding a small child, and the pain etched on her face showed the shattered innocence of someone who once was a child. This loss had grown her up by ten years instead of shrinking her down ten.

"I'm right here. I'm never leaving you alone, (Y/N). I could never leave you alone," he assured her, twisting the end of his lips in a smile in hopes of lifting her spirits even a little bit.

Newt had loved (Y/N) for a long time and everyone in the glade knew- Nick even knew. Nick had many conversations about his sister with the Brit and each time Nick in some way gave Newt his blessing to be with her. Newt wanted to tell her how he felt, but he thought now wasn't the right time.

Instead of telling her, he would show her while bringing her back to her usual self out of this grieving period. He would tell her one day those three words, but for now he would take care of her.

"Nick loved you and I love you. I will protect you, (Y/N), in his place."