#preferenc

Author: Cherry🍒

- Being the first human he doesn’t despise

- Him feeling drawn to you

-Crazy protective

-Being his ‘first’ everything…

-Teaching him about human traditions (Christmas, valentines day, etc..)

- He gets jealous very quickly

- His demons ‘work’ for you

- Showing him all the good in the world

- He’s really a big softie when you get through to him

- He loves to spoon

- Him being a jerk at first

- Big arguments occasionally

- Having to have some serious willpower to stay in a relationship with him

- He’d like to bring you gifts

- Him being confused when you ‘grab his hand’ or ‘wrap your arms around him’

- Freeing him from Crowley’s imprisonment

So to preface this I am extremely uncomfortable with being touched by people. It makes me feel slightly sick and usually ends in excessive anger on my behalf when I am being touched. So I have this romantic idea that when I meet my soul mate I will know its meant to be because I will finally feel a desire towards being touched.

"Get back!!!" you shout

"Woah Y/N he was just messing around he didn't mean anything by it" Thomas tries to assure you as he looks around for help from the other gladers.

Minho stands several feet back looking slightly terrified by your outburst at him. You guys had been laughing when you came out of the map room after drawing your guys' sections for the days when Minho started joking about the accuracy of your map. You laughed and joked right back at him and you two continued your usual banter until Minho did a seemingly harmless thing. When said his next witty remark he poked you. You froze where you stood and layed your hand over the spot he touched with a look of pain on your face. You'd never told the boys about your issues with touch and so Minho poked you again thinking your reaction had been an attempt at a joke.

You stared up at him with rage in your eyes and lashed out. You didn't mean to, one touch could rile you up, but two? Two was beyond your capacity and you cracked after such a long time of holding in feelings after accidental brushes with the boys while milling about in the glade. Every single time someone touched you you began to feel sick to your stomach and wanted to cry. Whether you liked or hated a person their touch always felt like daggers to you.

So here you were staring hatefully at a confused Minho and although you knew he wasn't to blame and that he really hadn't meant any harm you found that you couldn't control your rage. You had to get out of there or you'd explode so you ran over to glades jail and shuts the door behind you.  You fortified the door with your body weight as you heard footsteps approaching from outside.

knock knock

"y/n..." Gally called from outside the door

"I don't wanna talk ya shank" you spat back

You immediately regretted your harsh words and quietly added " Please tell Minho I'm sorry, and none of this klunk is on him alright? Can you do that for me Gally?" your voice almost a whisper at this point "please..." you sank to the floor exhausted with self loathing for once again pushing your friends away.

"I'll tell him" he says "and y/n whatever this is about... just know that even though most of the boys here are major slintheads they will try to understand what your going through. We're a family and your part of that now" and with that he retreats from the door.

Several minutes later you hear another set of footsteps approaching the door and briefly wonder which other glader could possibly care about you after your disgusting display of rage. You crack the door to see whose coming. Through the crack you can make out the familiar blond hair of Newt. Knowing that he is going to try and reason you out of your well deserved self loathing, you lean forward and slam the door.

"No y/n. you can't bloody avoid this" Newt grunts as he leaps forward and slips one hand into the doors crack as it slam. *crunch* "Bloody hell..." he hisses as the door bounces off of his hand and reopens. "Could you have shut the door any harder love? You'd think I was a shuck Griever or something." Newt cradled his hand at his side clearly trying to hide his injury in an attempt to keep the focus on your problems. But goddam it if you were going to sit and watch this boy struggle in pain when all he'd wanted to do was help you when you didn't even deserve it. You step forward and suck in a sharp breath as you prepare yourself to grab his hand. You reach your hand towards his and brush your fingertips across his skin. You yank you hand back more quickly than you have ever done in your life not because what you had felt was excruciating but because what you felt was warm. That's it. All you felt when you touched this boys skin was warmth, no crushing anxiety, no anger, no pain. You step forward and rest the boys injured hand delicately in yours. You sigh in relief just hold his hand their as you revel in the feeling of his skin on yours.

"ahem... y/n.... I'm not sure if you're trying to help my injury by cuddling it better but I could sure use some ice right about now, love"

You laugh awkwardly and start walking Newt toward the exit to fetch some ice. Before you know what you're doing you spin around and cup the boys face in both of your hands and kiss him.