#ten scenarios

Request: Could you do an NCT reaction (any subunit) to their s/o being scared of the dark and panicky at night? Thanks loves!

Taeyong:
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m here.” – an actual angel and will take care of you, making sure you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Doyoung:
“Is there anything I can do to ease you, baby?” – Cuddles? Hot Chocolate? Night Lights? Don’t worry! This little sweetheart has it all sorted.

Taeil:
“Don’t worry, beautiful - I’ve got it all under control.” - Taeil will probably hunt fairy lights from somewhere, if he cant find any he’s going to take a trip to the store and make sure to find you some. He doesn’t want you scared of the dark.

Mark:
“Lets get you a flash light… and some cuddles - to keep you safe.” He wouldn’t really know much on what to do so he’s going to ask his hyungs what would be the best option in this situation, bad idea. So he just resorts to warm milk, dimmed lights and cuddling you until you fall asleep.

Ten:
“I’m not scared of the dark, you are. – wait. we both are…” Yeah you’re pretty much doomed here, this little bundle of love is scared of pretty much anything so you’ll probably be comforting him more than he’s comforting you.

Jaehyun:
“Do you want any snacks? how about a flashlight? you want to build a pillow fort and put some lights in there?” – Jaehyun is high-key concerned about this, so he’ll do anything to keep you feeling comfortable. What a keeper.

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au ten
another late birthday au (again) but hey ten time :3
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• not knowing what to say isn’t a foreign feeling to you, yet when you come face to face with ten outside his apartment on this summer morning, you are almost too petrified to even string a sentence together
• he’s really just……..leaving
• ten shines a big smile and from the open door you hear kun’s exasperated voice asking why in the world ten is packing up his entire existence for a program that’s going to last two months
• “you look nervous”
• ten jokes first, running a hand through his dark hair which he’s spent the colder months growing out
• “im the one going to a different country and yet you look like you might turn green”
• his laughter tickles you and you force yourself out of the weird, frozen feeling, for his sake
• “im not nervous - it’s just this is our first summer apart since what, highschool?”
• ten leans against the frame of his door and lets kun scuttle past him with a scowl
• yangyang and hendery bounce after him with ten’s insane amount of luggage
• “yeah but it’s two months, not two decades. plus….you know how much ive always wanted to do this.”
• right. and here you are being selfish.
• “of course, i mean it’s literally the birthplace of ballet.”
• “technically that’s italy, but france is a close second.”
• “i hate you”
• ten pulls you into his arms before you register that this is your goodbye hug
• “i’ll miss you too.”
• kun drives everyone to the airport, he complains and cries the most.
• sicheng gives you a knowing look when ten takes your wrist in his hand and tucks your arm between his.
• you ignore the look, and focus on ten. on him. and then - when the switchboard pops up his flight info - he gives a bubbly and excited
• “ive gotta go!”
• and then summer starts, just as he’s gone
• “so when are you going to tell him you’re in love with him.”
• sicheng brings the big gulp he stole from hendery up to his lips and you keep your eyes closed behind your sunglasses
• “sorry, yukhei’s not my type.”
• “you know im not talking about yukhei.”
• you dig your fingers into the sand beside your towel, the beach is already so noisy so you pretend you don’t hear sicheng, but you still feel him looking.
• you guess a part of it is true, you love ten. who doesn’t?
• is that the core of the issue then, that ten is so available and loveable and charming, that it makes him also unattainable?
• or at least, unattainable to you.
• you hear your phone buzz inside your bag and sicheng is being dragged into the water by the rowdy rest of your friend group
• it could be a text from ten?
• your mind excites, but you put out that fire
• it’s probably just spam.
• ten does text and even video call the first two or so weeks while he’s away
• you get blurry photos of food at cafes and the eiffel tower, random fancy looking dogs being walked on the small, cramped streets
• ten’s connection is kind of bad - but he still gleams through the fuzzy facetime camera as he shows you around the room the dance academy has provided
• pangs of his happiness and excitement seep into you
• and then there’s the first sign of worry comes knocking and twirling through his door
• a group of other dancers, all beautiful and strong, asking ten - from the limited amount of french you catch - if he’s done, they’re waiting for him to go to a show with them
• ten gives you a scattered, quick goodbye. he says he’ll video call again.
• all you get is an update text almost five days later that has no pictures attached just a;
• im ok - by the way i totally miss eating hot chips with you at midnight. ive had like a banana smoothie and that’s it.
• sicheng and kun are the first to pick up on the shift, you are quietly withdrawing to yourself
• nothing makes you laugh
• ten doesn’t reply to your question about what the paris metro looks like, actually he doesn’t even read it
• kun nearly tugs hendery’s ear red when he shares a snap story of ten pressed cheek to cheek with his new dancer friends in front of the louvre when you’re in the same room
• the thing is you are not jealous of any of them.
• you don’t go around trying to find their facebooks, clicking on their instagram profiles, comparing you and them.
• you are just sad to your bones that they will understand ten in such a way that no matter how long you two have been friends
• you will never, truly know
• “you’re his best friend”
• sicheng reasons on the phone as you stare up at the wall above your desk, littered in old pictures and clippings and your gaze catches on the ticket stub from ten’s first-ever solo dance performance
• it had been a talent show in highschool.
• it had been the first time you saw ten perform outside the corner of his cramped bedroom or the glimpse you caught meeting up with him outside the dance academy
• he’s in paris, he’s with people who love it so much more than i do - they love dancing like he loves dancing.
• i cannot understand that.
• “i think you were right sicheng.”
• “im always right.”
• i do love him. when am i going to tell him?
• you hang up after sicheng has his i told you so moment and stare at your screen
• a notification flashes across the screen and it’s a text from ten
• the trains here are blue. i miss you.
• you want to reply right away, so you open the message and start typing
• i miss you too. actually, i think i finally understand why people who are in love are so hurt when they’re suddenly left without their other half and ten you are my o-
• you delete the sentence and make a face
• nice. i miss you too.
• you don’t send it - or at least you forget to because your fingers are shaking and you exit out of the messaging app before checking
• abandoning your phone, you turn on your side and stretch your hand out to reach the edge of the bed
• there’s enough space between you and it for someone to fit, so you remember the countless times ten has laid there
• smiling and laughing and tickling your face with his sleeping breath
• you can’t even recall a conversation because there have been hundreds
• suddenly you feel a warmth creep up your skin
• hundreds of opportunities to tell him - and each time i chose to be a coward.
• “you should write him a letter.”
• “this isn’t a movie, what - you think im going to write a letter and he’ll jump on the first plane from france to come to my side?”
• sicheng cocks an eyebrow as if to say it is a possibility
• “no. im not writing a letter. i’ll suck it up and confess when he comes back.”
• you somehow end up writing a letter.
• maybe because you really do want to just send a long text spilling your mushy, soft, pink feelings
• but you know that’s just not what ten deserves
• he deserves (and you do too, but you won’t admit this) a face to face confession
• so you start retelling the moments that flutter up in your heart whenever you think about him
• how he makes the room brighter when he’s in it, how he dances with every bone, joint, muscle in his body - how he approaches it with no inhibition and true devotion that paints its way across his face when he practices, how he fits perfectly into the hole that grows more massive every day you don’t see him
• standing there across the hall - coffee in hand, gym bag with his scuffed dance shoes
• by the time you’re finished - the letter is longer than you imagine. there are parts crossed and scribbled out, repetitive thoughts, and stupid little comments and metaphors that compare ten to flowers or clouds or anything else pretty in nature
• you cringe at yourself, but you do feel better
• it could be your outline for when the time to actually tell him comes.
• you shove the papers into an envelope, write ten’s name and the address of his parisian dance academy just for the irony
• and then make the mistake of letting it sit on your desk
• in a matter of days, it has been swallowed by a bunch of other papers and trinkets
• and when you’re rushing around your room trying to get ready for another adventure to the beach - sicheng clinks the lollipop against his teeth and fishes it out - curious at the stamp
• “do you want me to mail this?”
• he asks and you’re trying to find those sunglasses you literally just bought and grumble that sure, whatever - you’ll meet him out by kun’s car.
• halfway to the beach, you turn in horror from the passenger seat to look at sicheng in the back
• your eyes like saucers and a tremor in a voice
• “wait. what did you ask me back in my room?”
• sicheng’s big smile is red from the candy, “your letter to ten.”
• and there comes the second pang of dread and worry that takes the overwhelming shape of your summer
• oh my god - oh my god - maybe the letter won’t even make it. i mean it’s a letter to france….it’ll take at least a month to get there. wait - it probably didn’t even have a stamp on it. oh god maybe the address was totally off and some poor stranger is about to be subjected to my very incoherent feelings…..
• every day you look at your phone and there’s no texts or emails or anything from ten
• his social media has gone quiet too
• you throw your dignity down a well and ask all your friends if they’ve heard from him and they all scratch their heads and say no, it’s been maybe a week since they did
• your stress then turns from your love letter to a possibility that ten is in trouble
• he kind of thrives from attention so it is very weird that he’s so off-grid
• you decide finally, on the day that it’s been exactly a month and one day since he was gone, to call
• you hover over the facetime button - should i text him first?
• with a yelp, you nearly drop and crack your screen when ten’s name flashes across the screen
• you settle your breathing and tell yourself he hasn’t gotten the letter, there’s no way - since when has snail mail been efficient?
• you answer and are about to ask what’s up when ten waves something into the camera
• “i got your letter.”
• maybe you go into rigor. because ten’s eyebrows knit and he asks if your connection is ok, you aren’t saying anything
• you don’t know if it’s just because you miss him so much that you’re able to drag yourself back into consciousness or because you are curious, in the depths of your mind, what his reaction will be
• “o-oh. right- i-”
• ten frowns and you think it’s coming. the rejection is coming.
• “is that why you didn’t answer my text? you sent the letter instead?”
• “your text?”
• “yeah, i said i missed you and you read it and never responded.”
• a peek of a smile stretches on his pretty, bare face
• “i never thought you were so romantic to send a letter.”
• something burns on your skin but you just try to make sure your hand holding the phone doesn’t shake
• “im not - i just, it was dumb sicheng said i should write it because - i don’t know. he’s the romantic, blame him.”
• “you’re the one that said i could make a shy tulip open its petals with my laughter.”
• “oh god”
• that smile turns into a grin
• “and that my dancing manages to cast a spell on you.”
• you hide your expression by turning your face
• “are you going to re-read the whole thing to me?”
• “should i, you’re so poetic.”
• “don’t make fun of me.”
• your voice is serious this time, small and huddled, because you mean it
• worse than being told he doesn’t feel the same is to be ridiculed for holding him in your heart like this for so long
• “im not making fun of you, the letter is beautiful.”
• you still can’t look at him, it’s so ten to be kind before he’s cruel
• “i could never write something like that - so i thought i would just call you and say it.”
• you don’t need to love song yourself into telling me you just see me as a friend
• “i love you.”
• your head whips back so fast your phone drops and you curse and ten can’t help but laugh
• “sorry, sorry -what did you say?”
• he runs a hand through his dark hair, the lighting in his room is dim and illuminates him perfectly
• a large white t-shirt engulfs his slender shoulders as he sits up against the wall
• “i love you. i know it’s corny to confess over facetime, but im guessing it’s more forgivable than text?”
• a bubble bursts in your stomach and it makes you feel lightheaded and inhumanely blissful all at once
• “i love you too.”
• “more then friends right, because your letter had this part about kissing im very interested in.”
• you bite back your lip and nod, both embarrassed that he’d bring that part up too but also seeing ten - your close friend, your secret love - talk about kissing you
• makes some of the neurons in your body go haywire
• “good, i seriously was scared you might have been pranking me with thi-”
• “i would never. im not hendery.”
• “oh how are they, ive been super busy with the practice for a review so i haven’t talked to anyone.”
• another thing you love about him, he keeps everyone in. he leaves none of his friends behind. he pretends like he couldn’t have a care in the world, but he cares more than anyone else.
• “he’s ok, he almost crashed kun’s car yesterday.”
• ten shrugs, “expected.”
• and like that - everything is still somehow the same. there is no awkward phase after you’ve talked about your feelings for each other at all.
• because your love doesn’t come as a one hit punch because ten is beautiful, although he is to an unfair degree
• it comes from the experience of being around him. having so much of him. maybe even getting a little addicted.
• you do talk more on the phone, no more long pauses even though ten’s practices get more grueling and you tell him to take his time to rest
• but he’s sweaty on the practice room floor - texting you - telling you everything is sore but the thought of seeing you soon makes it all better
• it’s three days before ten is scheduled to fly back that he has his review and you are biting your fingernails waiting for him to tell you about it
• when you get a youtube link at like three in the morning - you click it and someone has recorded ten’s performance
• somehow, he looks more graceful than you’ve ever seen him
• a new text comes in when it’s almost done
• ‘i think i did well - can i get a reward?’
• 'you’ll get a really good one when you’re home’
• he sends a winking emoji and you can’t fall asleep after because you wonder what he’s expecting, you’d meant a kiss - had he meant more?
• you wouldn’t mind that at all.
• xiaojun is being pulled away from the conveyer belt by kun and hendery is asking sicheng for a sip of his starbucks as you all wait for ten’s plane to land in the airport lobby
• you two have not told anyone - mostly because you know there will be endless questions you won’t have answers too and sicheng might literally never let you live it down
• so you wait for ten to be here so you can suffer together
• you see the gates from his flight open and sicheng mutters that you look like you’re going to pop like a goddamn balloon
• for once in your life, you don’t snide back at him, folding your hands in front of you and tippy-toeing to see over the crowd
• and then, like seeing him for the first time all the years ago when you first met, ten comes out
• hendery and xiaojun try to go for a running jump, but the older members hold them back because everyone can sense whats coming
• you dash toward him and ten doesn’t stay still either - you two collide so hard it almost hurts, but you don’t care at all
• ten’s duffel bag falls over his shoulder and your hands are wrapped around his neck before he can even say your name
• it’s a first kiss that couldn’t be more characteristically fit for you
• sweet, big smiles tasted on lips, and interrupted by none other than your group of friends gasping in a symphony of shock
• except for sicheng - he knew
• ten tastes like you imagine he would taste, maybe because in smaller ways you’ve already had doses of the sunshine that radiates off him before
• he keeps his hands wrapped around your waist as he looks down into your eyes
• “mon amour”
• “is that really all you learned in france?”
• “ummm yeah, i don’t know how to say let’s get out of here and back to my place even though im pretty sure someone said that to me at some point.”
• you pout, “don’t try to make me jealous.”
• “never!”
• ten chuckles as you press your face into his neck and hug him close
• the only way you get pulled apart is because someone (kun) reminds you all you’re still at the PUBLIC airport
• the drive back is a frenzy and everyone wants to know everything and not about just you two - because you’re “two” now - but about france and traveling and ten’s dancing
• like you’d sensed - nothing has really changed
• just this time, your fingers are locked in tens. and the warmth you longed for in silence is suddenly all out in the open.
• funnily enough, you and ten don’t ever write letters to each other again.
• ten just doesn’t like writing - it takes too much sitting down
• and you are horrified everytime he fishes your love confession out of the memory box and dangles it above your head as leverage
• it’s how he convinced you into adopting the first cat. now you two have three.
• so when you and him are deciding the best way to let all your friends know about your upcoming event you cross out mailed invitations
• “we can make an email list.”
• your legs are thrown over his thighs on the sofa and he’s resting the laptop on you them
• “let’s just make an instagram post: wedding in our backyard on thursday - you’re invited.”
• ten pinches his nose
• “we are not having a backyard wedding. we could not fit everyone in my dance company into it anyway.”
• you play with your engagement band and sigh
• “fine, fine. what about…..we just call everyone and tell them. if we call kun right now he’ll let all of the world know by the end of the week.”
• ten agrees with a hum, but then starts typing and you lean over to see
• “bulk wedding invites? you’re giving in?”
• he closes the laptop and tosses it to the side, easily and gently pushing you down onto your back to hover over you with a small content sound
• “i am. but we don’t even have to write the letters - some company will do it for us.”
• his lips are inches from yours and all of a sudden you’re young again - waiting to kiss him for the first time at that airport
• “you know we’ll still have to write vows right.”
• he is about to kiss you, he’s so close and your eyes are closing
• “i’ll just read your letter outl-”
• “TEN NO!”
• he laughs, laughs until he finally does kiss you and then laughs again when he pulls back - the overflowing amount of love that exists in that moment is potent
• you tell him to get over that old thing, but he shakes his head
• “never, when again in all the lives i live is someone going to say i could make a shy tulip open its petals with my laughter?”

Ten: Johnny has dandruff so what do I do?

Taeil: give him Head and Shoulder

*10 minutes later*

Ten: okay now how do I give him shoulder?

Taeil:I-

Kinktober day 8 - humiliation x Ten (m!reader)

[18:09]

Ten knew that since last night the home-screen on your phone was a photo of him being fucked by you, the end just barely cutting off at his cock, but a black collar and his rather pleasure-filled expression was still extremely visible- you’d asked him if you could set it like that, of course, and he said yes, thinking you’d only be keeping it for the day to get him to do what you want when he was being bratty. What he didn’t think you’d do, though, is start actively showing it off to his group members.

“Hey Yangyang,” You called to the younger boy, phone in your hand, and Yangyang’s head perked up “Wanna see the pictures I took of Louis?”

His face brightened and he immediately moved to look over to you. Ten was sitting across from the pair of you- he’d already seen the photos, and didn’t think too much of it until he heard you unlock your phone, and saw Yangyang’s eyes widen in the most shocked expression Ten had ever seen on him.

“Wait- wait Gēgē go back to your home-screen-” Yangyang started, as if in disbelief at what he’d just saw

“No! Nononono!” Ten practically lunged towards you, but you clicked the home button with a smirk, allowing the boy next to you to catch another glimpse of the photo before Ten snatched it from you, glaring intensely

“Uh…” Yangyang started as you chuckled, and Ten’s cheeks burned red

“Give me the phone, Ten,” You smiled up at him

Still glaring, your boyfriend slowly handed you back your phone. You thanked him before proceeding to get up and walk towards the kitchen.

“Hey Kun!” You called

Ten’s eyes widened slightly, and he grabbed you by your arm, proceeding to drag you out of the house as you chuckled, going along with the boy despite knowing you could easily overpower him.

Ten dragged you outside after grumbling a short goodbye to all the members present, and going towards your car. He got in the passenger seat, shutting the door and crossing his arms, and you proceeded to get in the other side.

“You told me I could do it,” You laughed, and Ten’s ears immediately went a deeper shade of red

“I didn’t think you’d actually show it to anyone,” Ten fussed

“Yeah, but you’ve got a boner right now so are you really that mad?” You raised a brow at the bulge in his pants

“You’ve got one too,” Ten stated, but didn’t meet your eyes

“I love seeing how embarrassed you are,” You cooed slightly “And also- I see that picture of you acting slutty for daddy every time I open my phone. What do you expect?”

The boy shakily breathed out, and you smirked.

“Come on. Let’s go home then,”

Ten didn’t reply, only looked the other way- but he still left this obvious boner on full display, and you slapped his thigh before starting the car- Ten whined, and you chuckled.

“Whore,” You whispered, and Ten rolled his eyes, but you saw his legs twitch together