TMR Imagines

Minho Imagine for @StellaHarding

Minho's POV:

I stand outside the Maze doors, the other Gladers with me.

"She should be back by now..." I whisper to myself, staring down into the empty Maze corridor. Because Thomas broke is ankle yesterday while running, Stella agreed to run his section instead of running with me like we usually do. Of course, I objected and said that she shouldn't go alone, but being my tough little runner, said she would be fine.

The sky has turned a peachy color, signaling the day slowly coming to a close, and with that, the doors will be doing the same soon...

Gladers whisper harshly back an forth to each other. Worry hangs in the air like a thick fog, but it's like a weight pressing down on me.

Suddenly, a loud rumbling fills the air.

'Oh shuck...'

The large stone doors slowly begin to move towards each other at a steady pace. My heart is beating 20 times faster than the doors, worry gripping my every muscle. 

I can't loose her. I just can't.

Suddenly, something catches my eye.
A figure dashes around the corner, Long blonde hair flowing behind them as they run.

"Stella?" I mutter under my breath, but then I realize the situation."COME ON STELLA! KEEP GOING!"

Other Gladers follow my lead and begin yelling encouragement at her. The doors are more than halfway closed, and she's only halfway there...

Something makes me want to run in after her and pick her up into my arms. Even if it would mean dying out there, it would be better than being without her.

Newt, almost reading my mind, puts his hand on my shoulder, his grip tight. I hardly even notice. My vision is focused only on Stella. My little runner. Her face is creased with exhaustion and pain, she's pushing herself as hard as she can.

The door have about 2 feet left between them...

"COME ON STELLA! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!" I yell, my chest tightening in fear.

Stella bursts through the opening, collapsing into the grass.

The doors close with a loud boom, the sound ringing through the air.

Without thinking, I rush over to her, picking her up into my arms. Her heart beat his fast, sweat covering her body. Her eyes are half-closed, showing her exhaustion.

"Oh thank The Lord." I whisper, just loud enough for her I hear. I hug her body tightly against mine, never wanting to let go."Thank The shucking Lord. I-I don't know what I would have done if you hadn-"

"Shh, Minho," she starts,"it's *breath* okay, I made *breath* it. I'm fine."

I pull back for a second and stare into her forest green eyes. Without a second thought, I kiss her. I don't care that the other Gladers are watching, all I care about is her.

Slowly, we pull away from the kiss. Suddenly I realize the situation at hand.
"Oh my gosh Stella! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" I quickly signal the Medjacks over.

"Minho, I'm fine." She says, starting to finally catch her breath.

The med-jacks look quickly over her, bandaging up a few cuts here and there.

A few moments pass of Stella catching her breath, until she's finally able to speak clearly.

"What happened out there?" One of the Gladers asks.

Turn my head towards her, as if asking the same.

"Well," she starts,"I was running back when I turned around a wrong corner. A Griever was right there. I ran as fast as I could to get away from it. It finally gave up its chase, and I sprinted back here as fast as I could."

"I'm so glad your okay. I-I was so worried and-"

"I'm fine, I made it back."

"Of course you did, my tough little runner." I say with a cheesy smile, causing Stella to laugh a bit.

I stand up carefully, adjusting Stella in my arms as I carry her bridal style to our room in the Homestead.

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I watch as Stella turns around the corner, but something behind her catches my eye.

A Griever.

I try to cry out to her, but my voice is stuck in my throat. Desperately I try to run towards her, but I'm held back by the arms of Gladers, their grips like iron.

The doors only have a foot left, when the Griever lunges. Its spike impales her stomach. Blood spurts out, splattering across the dirt floor.

A throat slicing scream erupts from her mouth.

I cry out, thrashing against the arms holding me.

The last thing I see before the doors close is the Griever preparing to lunge again, bloody spikes ready for more.

I shoot awake, my body bolting me into the sitting position. I'm in my room in the Homestead. Cold sweat drips down my forehead, my breathing unsteady.

"Minho?" I quickly look over towards the voice to see Stella sitting next to me in bed. "You okay?"

Without thinking, I pull her into a tight hug, my body shaking. I don't get scared easily, shuck I never get scared, but that dream made me scared as klunk. I don't want to cry, but I can't help it. Tears fall down my cheeks, my body shaking with each one.

"Minho, shhh, it's okay." Stella whispers into my ear.

I sniffle back some of my tears quickly, trying to "man up".

"Sorry," I say quickly, letting go from the hug,"I'm good..."

"You sure?" She asks, worry outlining her face.

"Ya, ya, I'm sure. I'll be fine. It was just a stupid shuck dream." I say, trying to sound reassuring.

She nods slightly. Hesitantly, she lays back down, pulling the blankets up over herself once more.

I do the same, letting my head sink down into my pillow.  I wrap my arms around Stella, pulling her close to me. 

I lay me chin on the top of her head, planting a small kiss in her hair. I feel as she slowly falls back to sleep, her body pressed close to mine. 

"I love you Stella." I whisper quietly, letting myself drift back to sleep."I promise I'll never let anything hurt you...ever...."

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Mary/Marian