#cause im a stupid dum dum who does one thing once and then does it forever

[cafeeeeeeeeee3]

Got started on a little something.

[pwarkluv]

❝ crush on you - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 1.4k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, mature language/cursing, westernartist!reader, mark is a shy bby, soft!mark, lowkey shy!reader bc lol, ANOTHER REQUEST YAY!!

REQUEST | “love your writing! do you mind taking a request of mine? it’s where mark sees a western artist at an award show or function and he has a crush on her and wants to get with her before nct goes back to korea… thank you” - anon <3

SUMMARY | his little heart has a crush on you :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “crush on you” by soul fro and dum di dum! IM SO EXCITED THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST!! THANK YOU ANON ILY <3 hopefully this meets your expectations :) i actually don’t know how award shows in the states work even though i’m literally from america so this might be slightly inaccurate lol. anyways thank you for supporting me crappy writing ahfkjdh i love you <33

mark had no idea what it was about you that captured his fragile little heart. you, the tiny first time nominee at the ama’s.

nct 127 was once again nominated for an award at the western convention, the team touring around the area as well. the red carpet was flooded with cameras, flashes and intense yells for attention was the only thing mark could hear.

but the moment you started walking down the silk road, it was like all of the sound buzzed down to a silence.

❝ my heart has a little crush on you ❞

you were the only thing the boy could see.

your soft pink gown clashed with the intense red on the floor, the pretty floral print around the chest and waist of the dress all the more brought out your skin tone. your hair was left in pretty curls and mark could’ve sworn he saw a pink flower pin somewhere in there too.

the shy smile you let out the moment the paparazzi noticed you made mark’s heart race, hearing them ask you how you felt about your first ama’s since your debut.

so she’s a newbie, mark thought knowing that was the reason he’s never seen you before.

“how does it feel to be nominated for your first award?” a man asked, flashes all around you. your heart was racing with fear.

don’t fuck up now, you thought to yourself before smiling.

“if i’m being honest, i’m terrified.” you answered truthfully, watching as the group of people in front of you nodded in understanding. “but i’m super excited and grateful to be here, so the nerves don’t really matter.” you awkwardly continued as some cooed at your shyness.

“now i must say that’s a beautiful dress you have on.” a woman with a microphone said causing you to blush.

“ahh thank you!” you gushed, turning to her with warm cheeks. “i was scared it might be too much but my stylist insisted i wear it.”

“well you’re stunning.” the woman winked before a certain group of boys caught her eye. “good luck today y/n! hopefully this will be your first win.” she said before floating to the korean boys a couple feet away.

“thank you!” you called out, watching her go to the group of boys ahead of you.

curiosity struck you knowing you had no clue who they were. once you made it past the runway, you sneaked a look at the group only to have your breath taken away.

they were gorgeous, especially the one in the front.

his big brown doe eyes were shining under the lights and even though they were all wearing the same back suit and tie, this boy seemed to stand out to you.

❝ so immature but these butterflies they keep me laughing ❞

“hey lauren?” you nudge your manager. “who’s that?” you secretly point, not wanting to draw attention.

“oh that’s mark lee from nct 127. they’re the korean boy group that’s nominated for an award.” your manager replied.

she then pokes your sides as she smirks. “don’t tell me you have a thing for the canadian dude!” she says and you yelp from the impact.

“HE’S CANADIAN TOO?” you whispered-shouted to the girl, a little taken aback. so he’s handsome and most likely knows how to speak english?

“it’s always the damn canadians.” you grumbled under your breath as your manager laughed knowing this might be the start of something new.

-

“hyung remember that girl from the runway with the pink floral dress?” mark asks one of their managers. the man nods, a little confused by the question.

“how can you not?” the man jokes, mark nodding with a small smile.

“do you happen to know her name?” the boy asks as

his manager gives him a look. “where is this going mark?”

“no where i swear i just want to know who she is.” mark said, holding his hands up in surrender.

“hmm okay well i’m pretty sure her name is y/n.” his manager responds before being asked by another staff member for something.

“y/n.” mark said hazily, liking how your name sounds on his tongue.

-

mark was in love. there was no other way to describe this feeling. while waiting in their waiting rooms for the show to start, mark took the time to look up your music.

and god was he mad he didn’t know who you were before.

your songs were incredible and your voice held a certain fragility that made mark wanna give you a hug.

she better win, he thought to himself as they were ushered out of the waiting room and into the award show.

-

“oh my god oh my god oh my god.” you whispered to yourself as your heart raced. the award you were nominated in was about to be called and you wished you could hide in a hole and disappear from the crowd.

your manager sensed your nerves and squeezed your hand, silently letting you know she’d be there for you through anything. you softly smiled as you felt your nerves subside.

“and the winner is…” the man called out, purposefully slowing down a bit to create suspense.

mark knew this was the category you were nominated in, and the moment they were about to reveal the winner he held his breath.

please be y/n, he thought in his head as the announcer took another breath.

“y/n!” and if it wasn’t for his self-strength, mark could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped up in joy.

❝ my heart wrote a little song for you ❞

mark couldn’t keep his eyes off you throughout the entire award show. in fact, he was a little worried someone would notice because of how painfully obvious he was being.

but it’s not like you were any better. whenever mark would look away, you’d be looking at him.

“just talk to him.” your manager lauren complained, sick of the heart eyes you’d send to the boy.

so oblivious, she thought rolling her eyes. even she had seen the way he’d sneak glances at you as well.

“shhh.” you hushed her, looking around. it was nearing the end of the convention but you didn’t want to risk anyone over hearing her.

“i don’t know laur, he probably hasn’t even noticed me.” you quietly sighed feeling a bit down.

why would he? you’re just a newbie while he’s been in the industry for years.

“oh you’d be surprised.” the girl responded, shaking her head at your stupidity.

-

“are you y/n’s manager?” a man asked, stopping the woman. raising an eyebrow lauren motioned you too keep walking backstage to your dressing room.

how odd, you thought walking away.

“yes i am. why what’s going on.” lauren replied hesitantly.

the man let out a sigh of relief before continuing. “i’m one of the managers for nct 127 and let’s be honest,” he said letting the woman relax. she saw where this was heading.

“mark and y/n are head over heels for each other.” they both said at the same time.

“you noticed mark’s glances?” he asked in surprise.

“duh who wouldn’t?” she replied causing the man to laugh.

“y/n wouldn’t.” he said back causing them two to formulate a plan.

“y/n i have someone i’d like to introduce to you.” your manager said walking into your dressing room. you sat lazily on the couch still in your dress, your toes aching from being in those heels for hours.

“what’s up lauren?” you asked looking up from your phone.

“meet mark from nct 127.”

and just like that your heart jumped.

❝ won’t you take a listen ❞

the two of you stood awkwardly in front of each other not really knowing what to say. your managers had set you up, playing off the fact that they themselves have gotten along quite well and would like for their artists to meet.

“hey-“

“hi-“

you both started at the same time. you immediately flushed rushing to let him go first.

“uh you can go first.” you timidly responded.

“no you.” mark replied just as embarrassed.

“good grief just ask for each other’s numbers.” the two managers hollered in unison, cringing at the awkwardness in the air.

“y-you wanna get lunch sometime soon?” mark asked with sudden confidence.

❝ and dance with me to the rhythm ❞

you smiled causing him to smile back. “duh.”

[iwroteahing-blog]

I like to write things.

I have wanted to make films since I was a kid, before I was fat and had to worry about things like taxes and crap. Make films, write books, write comics or even music, I just wanted to create and tell stories and someday I hope to make money that way. Unfortunately, that is not the case now, other than a couple of short films screened at film festivals I haven't managed to get my work out there but despite my inability to get people to see my work, I am still rather prolific, I am writing almost everyday, often something different each day and all that time has effort has usually come to nothing. A text file forgotten on a hard rive for years or a forgotten manuscript, handwritten in a notepad at the back of a cupboard. I want to change that, today I had an idea.  I want to share my work, so thats what Im going to do. Maybe not whole feature length scripts, who has time for that? But a scene I am proud of, a Chapter of a novel that I hate but I still enjoyed writing, maybe even something I find super cringe that I don't quite remember writing. On this blog I am going to do that. If you decide to read it, I welcome comments, mocking and advice, those that don't, I hope you find something to entertain you elsewhere! So, to kick things off, I have an extract from a scene from a play I wrote about 4/5 years ago now. Based on Alice in Wonderland, a twisted take set in a hospital. It wasn't particularly original, I was straight out of university and was asked by a good friend to work on it. They directed it and I wrote it with them bouncing ideas around with me. The scene is from half way through the play and is all about Alice’s fear of being forgotten if she dies: SCENE SEVEN Alice wakes with a start, she is still sat in her wheelchair in the middle of the hospital garden but now everything is different, darker. Silhouettes of trees twist around her like crooked fingers, the bird song has distorted, it is deeper sounding like a long low growl.Alice stands up from her wheelchair and as she does, pale hands snatch it away into the darkness, causing her to jump. ALICE: Hello? I know someone is there... [waits for a reply, but there isn't one] Now, this really is not funny. You are all my hallucinations and it is not right for hallucinations to be so rude! CHESHIRE CAT: Now, that is rather rude in itself, I rather object to being called a hallucination. Alice spins to find the Cheshire Cat lazily lean't agains't the side of the stage, watching her with some interest. ALICE: But... [frustrated] you ARE a hallucination! And I am rather keen on all of you stopping right now! I just want to go home and I can't with all of you running about! CHESHIRE CAT: How do you know that I am not real, and your not? ALICE: Because I know I am not a hallucination... CHESHIRE CAT: I suspect that is what all hallucinations feel! ALICE: That is mad! CHESHIRE CAT: Mad? I am not the one talking to a cat! Alice groans, giving up. Instead she starts looking around. ALICE: Where is this place... It is quite horrid. The Cheshire Cat slowly walks over and starts to prowl around Alice. CHESHIRE CAT: This is the park of lost things, rather horrible isn't it? That is because everything here is long lost and long forgotten. It makes those things rather sad and then, in time... Angry. ALICE: I don't like it... CHESHIRE CAT: I am hardly surprised, few people like the idea of being forgotten.Alice looks horrified as she makes a realisation. ALICE: If I am here, does that mean that I have been forgotten? CHESHIRE CAT: I don't know, do you feel like you have been forgotten? ALICE: I don't know, I hope not. [she wraps her arms around herself, scared] Doctor White does always seem to forget me... But my sister, Nurse Hatter... Even Nurse Doores wouldn't forget me. Cheshire Cat stops beside her and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. CHESHIRE CAT: Then why worry? No... I do believe you have gotten yourself lost... You better hurry along, you wouldn't want to be stuck here! Alice watches the Cheshire Cat begin to stalk away, but before he leaves, he calls back over his shoulder. CHESHIRE CAT: Remember those who remember you Alice, for they are the ones that always pull you through and careful for the inhabitants of this place, they will resent you for that fact. Cheshire cat slinks off stage leaving Alice alone to ponder. ALICE: Maybe that cat is not so bad after all... I should really try to find my way out of this place. Alice then shakes her self and takes a few steps forward, as she does the lights lift on the other side of the stage where to people stand frozen like statues, in a pose where they each are reaching for the others throat. Each wear baby style onesies, dirty and ripped and their make up makes them rather intimidating visages. On one onesie is Tweedle Dum and on the other is Tweedle Dee. ALICE: Oh my! [horrified] such poor things... Are you ok? They both slowly turn their heads around to look at Alice, once they get a good look, they step back from each other and speak. TWEEDLE DUM: [excited] Hello! TWEEDLE DEE: [sour] Hello. ALICE: [smiling] Hello... You seem rather friendly. Tweedle Dum slowly waddles around Alice, so either one flank her. TWEEDLE DUM: Oh, we are! TWEEDLE DEE: We are? Tweedle Dum shoots Dee a glare, who looks to the floor to avoid it. Alice looks a little confused at this. TWEEDLE DUM: We are. Tweedle Dum takes Alice's hand and shakes it vigirously, causing her to smile. ALICE: I am so glad to hear that! Alice looks at the names on the front of their onesies, pondering a moment. ALICE: Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee... I know those names from my book... Tweedledum and Tweedledee, agreed to have a battle! For Tweedledum said Tweedledee had spoiled his nice new rattle... TWEEDLE DUM: Stop, we don't like silly rhyme. TWEEDLE DEE: No, not at all! ALICE: I am very sorry, I was just trying to make conversation. TWEEDLE DEE: Make conversation? How do you make a conversation? Dum begins to play with Alice's hair hair while she looks away. ALICE: You try and come up with something to talk about, it is just a figure of speech. TWEEDLE DUM: Then what is a figure of speech? TWEEDLE DEE: It sounds like a toy that talks! Dee begins to fiddle with the hem of Alice's dress, humming lightly to himself. ALICE: Sorry, [patiently] would you mind stop playing with my dress and hair? It is rather rude... The two don't listen. In fact, Dum pulls Alice's hair in annoyance. TWEEDLE DUM: I want to know what a figure of speech is! ALICE: Ow! That certainly isn't nice! TWEEDLE DEE: Tell us! Dee now pinches Alice in his own annoyance. ALICE: Fine! It is just something adults use. They will say something to mean something else... I suppose when you think about it, it is a bit funny! TWEEDLE DUM: We don't like adults, they are boring and stupid and selfish! Dee starts to look upset and Alice uses the chance to pull away from the two and brush herself off, she turns to face them both. ALICE: [defensively] Maybe the odd one or two... But I find most of them rather agreeable. Both Dum and Dee cross their arms over their chest. TWEEDLE DUM: No! TWEEDLE DEE: No... Dum glares at Alice, like a child having a sulk. Dee just stares sadly at the ground. TWEEDLE DUM: We would not be here if not for adults selfishness! TWEEDLE DEE: [Sadly] That is right... ALICE: How so? What happened? The two look at each other, then Dee begins to speak in rhyme. TWEEDLE DEE: When the Tweedle twins were born, everything was nice and sappy, But when the doctor came and checked them, it wasn't quite so happy! TWEEDLE DUM: Our mummy and daddy, they were no longer giddy... But now we are forgotten, they have a replacement kiddy! Alice looks surprised, then shocked as she realises who and what the twins are. Dee has started crying and in reaction Dum shoots him a glare. ALICE: I know your story... Your parents didn't replace you, they love and miss you! TWEEDLE DEE: [through the tears] lier! TWEEDLE DUM: That is what the kitty said, but he is wrong, Mummy and Daddy didn't help us... We belong here! ALICE: No, they couldn't help! They loved you and they still do, my friend told me so! [pauses] Kitty? Do you mean the Cheshire Cat?! Both twins look back up, dark smiles replacing their anger and sadness. TWEEDLE DUM: He prowls from room to room [stalks around Alice like a predator] He follows no commands, only the wails of the suffering! A ticking can be heard far off and Alice starts to look uncomfortable, lightly rubbing at her chest again. ALICE: He doesn't seem that bad... TWEEDLE DEE: But talking to him is just the start! You wait for when he comes for you, when he takes you from the world and dumps you here. ALICE: [defiantly] But he has already told me that I don't belong here! The twins look surprised, then angry. Alice puts a hand over her mouth, realising she has said something she shouldn't.