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bearseungmin · 3 years

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do you think it’s fair when people block those who reblog without commenting?? especially when the readers don’t know know how to use tumble well and just use it to read??? i just got blocked by an account coz i didn’t comment on a story i think?? i havnt read the story yet i rebloged coz i didn’t want to lose it and read it another day... i use this app as an escape when things get really tough irl and i don’t have friends on this and i’m not familiar with how it works but i’m just so disappointed because i came to read it but figured the account blocked me. i’m a writer myself, publishing my own book next year but i’ve never forced people to comment on things i write? what’s ur opinion on this, i’m asking coz i’m not sure myself

this is a lot so sorry! I'll add a keep reading when i can :)

uhmm well i think it's a very odd circumstance for a writer to block someone that reblogged without commenting??? there could be other factors, like maybe that's a common occurrence and they're just sick of not getting feedback? or maybe the content was specific and bc they didn't see your info, they assumed you weren't fit to read their works? (i say this bc the minors interacting with mature content fiasco that has and is happening rn. not assuming that about you at all, it's just that most writers atm are having to double check everyone to assure this isn't the situation, and some tend to block on impact if there isn't an age or anything they can find!)

i wouldn't necessarily take it too personal?? i mean, I'm bad about seeing content and not interacting with it to my fullest (sometimes I don't do it at all! i save the links to fics so I don't lose it and can come back anytime without having to feel bad if it was a long while) so I don't think that's exactly the issue, love! everyone reblogs on tumblr, and some add nothing. so if they are blocking those that don't leave anything, they'll be blocking a whole bunch of people :(

i personally use tumblr as an escape from my life too, so i seriously get that it's hurtful that the writer did that. really really sorry, love. but maybe it was a mistake or it's just the writer's personal feelings? don't take it to heart pls :(((

#this is a lot but i hope it makes sense #so many things could go towards why someone blocked you #especially a writer bc we have to make our own rules these days to assure we're creating a safe environment #btw i just started using tumblr in march so i get the not understanding this app part it's a fucking maze #but no i personally don't think that blocking someone who didn't add tags or feedback is fair like at all #bc like you said you were saving it to read later #maybe start a 'to read' tag just to make sure your rbs don't come across as disheartening ???

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nct-thedreamchaser · 7 years

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Wedding Bells [Part 1]

Words: 2270

Genre: Fluff, LOTS of it

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Request: hellu~ do you mind doing a super super fluffy jaehyun one bcs he sure is ruining my sleep with his cute ass face omg thankuuuu in advance 😍

A/N: Wew! This is a part of my request done and I know there isn’t much here but it’s always good to provide some context before we start eh? Don’t worry anon! The next chapter (or perhaps subsequent ones) would contain what you are looking for. :) For now, please enjoy this first chapter everyone! I suffered some form of Writer’s Block but I was so glad that this idea popped up in my head eventually. :) Once again, thank you for requesting! Click HERE to read the rules for requesting and feel free to submit and drop an ask!! :)

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“Y/N! Just a gentle reminder that you are walking down the aisle tomorrow! You will never believe it but I am so happy for you!!” My best friend chirped, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me like a rag doll with a huge grin on her face.

Indeed, it was my wedding day tomorrow and I was nowhere near excited for it, especially when I had no idea who my groom would be. In fact, I never knew, no matter how much I tried to scan through the database of my parents’ phones and computers when they were not looking. There were no pictures, no e-mails and simply, no leak of information about the man whom I was going to marry.

For some strange reason, preferred to keep it as a secret and only told me that my soon-to-be husband was rich, “drop dead gorgeous” (quoted from my very own mother) and the “nicest man that I could possibly know”. Obviously, that was probably the information that nobody wanted to truly hear in the context of an arranged marriage. It was probably everything a parent would say to convince that they had made the best decision for their child; confident that everything would work out just fine.

Sure, it could possibly be true, but then again, how would it be possible for two people to get married to each other without even knowing the other party? It was absolutely bizarre to think about the many possibilities, especially when I was the only one among my group of friends who got betrothed without my knowledge by my parents. Everyone had the choice of choosing their boyfriends, and eventually husbands, but for me? Nah, that did not exist in my world. There was never a guy who was good enough, for reasons as lame as him not having enough valuable assets, tangible (which was definitely the main reason) or intangible.

Who would ever forget the day 2 years ago, when my parents had finally returned from a business trip in Germany. I was so excited to see them back at home, and I was already a 23-year-old, behaving as if I was a 6-year-old getting her very first birthday present. For most of the time, my parents were never at home, and even if they were, it was only for a day or two, before they flew off again to carry on with their busy, mundane lives. Truthfully, I never agreed with the way my parents lived their lives, especially when it came to spending time as a family and catching up with one another.

Call me selfish, but in my personal opinion, it was completely understandable for a child to simply desire spending time with their parents, especially when they have not seen them for ages, and yes, I mean years. As a teenager, I never really thought much about it and was way too busy to even think about any of the matters which took place at home. However, I was an adult now, and it was again natural for me to worry about my parents, especially when they seemed uncontactable and for some strange reason, the huge bungalow of ours felt empty. In fact, it was as if our employees had outnumbered our employers, and it made people wonder whether I was actually a part of the employers. For the longest time ever.

Unfortunately, that was also the day when they had announced that I was going to be betrothed. My eyes were threatening to pop out of its own sockets and my jaw hung heavily, especially when I saw my mother’s beaming smile. At that point, I was probably beyond furious and this was not a matter of the weather forecast or the traffic news; it was my future on the line and it was of no clue to me why they would be so happy in the thought of selling their daughter away to a supposed rich man in order to gain profits and more good points to add to our family name.

“Are you crazy?” I shouted when I reached my breaking point, “I waited for you to come back for years now. You were not there for my first day of university, and neither were you there for my graduation in both high school and university. I suspect you probably don’t even know that I graduated a co-valedictorian and this is the news I get? That I’m betrothed to a man I have no clue about? You showed no care, no concern and only came home to talk about your new business ventures and prospects. Why bother now then?”

I remembered heading to my room and slammed the door in a fit of anger, before leaning it and slid down to the carpeted floor. Tears were cascading down my cheeks now and I tasted the saltiness of it as they flowed. It was the worst thing I had ever said to my parents, and I did feel the pang of guilt, but I was in no mood to think about defying all the laws of Confucian filial piety now.

An hour or two had probably passed, and I did not move from my position at the door. I stared into space in a daze; trying to get over the fact that I was going to get married when I was not even close to ready. Trust me, I tried to convince myself that this was for the best, I really did, but I just could not see the light at the end of the tunnel at that point.

I thought to myself that I was a pawn for my parents’ riches and successful ventures; like an object and a gift to the other more powerful CEOs and companies out there. There was no consult, no allowance, and they did what they wanted; find me a good husband and flooding me with information of his entire life story. There was no mood for me to show any care or concern anymore, knowing that the decision was final and all I could do was to suck it up and move on with my life.

However, there was a knock. Then two. And I got up, thinking that it was the maid, but I only came face to face with my mother. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, proceeding to close the door again, but she only said in a calm voice, “Look Y/N, I think we need to talk. Would you care for some mother and daughter time?”

Only the Almighty knows what came over me, but I moved aside and opened the door wider to let her in, before closing it again. The tension was so thick that one could possibly cut it with a knife, and the same went with the silence that ensued once she stepped in. She looked around my room, as if trying to recall all the happy moments that she could have possibly shared with me in the room.

“Take a seat and I will tell you a story. Come, sit here with me.” She said, making herself comfortable and patted the bed, signalling that I should sit with her instead of awkwardly standing around in her presence. I did, and waited for her to kickstart a conversation; something that we’ve never had for the past years. It was probably safer to use the word “decade” instead at this rate.

It followed with a few moments of awkward silence, but my mum finally opened up in a gentle and comforting manner. She had admitted to saying that my father and her never knew each other either, and were betrothed to one another earlier than I was. She was only 15 when it was announced that she was to marry a man at the age of 21, having no clue to who he was at all. According to her, the reactions and outbursts were completely normal, because that was the exact things she felt when she grew up. She grew cold and distant, refusing to open up to her parents when she felt as betrayed as ever.

Hearing that, it was like a similar situation all over again, and I was beyond surprised to hear that. You see, my mother was known for being gentle, calm and demure, and it was beyond my imagination to even think of her as someone who would actually go against her parents’ wishes. She could sense it, and only laughed at my reaction.

Later, it followed with the fact that she had only known my father on the day of their wedding, but also claimed that he did not force himself onto her. He was willing to wait for her to be ready, and besides, he felt the exact same way too; that they should get to know each other a lot better before they are officially known as husband and wife. And that was simply how my mother fell in love with him because he respected her, cared for her and accepted her, even if she just came from a relatively average family in our world.

Hence, it was with that when she encouraged me that everything was going to be alright. She also assured me later that unless the man was not willing to treat me the same way my father had treated her, she promised that she would not hesitate from calling it quits. Nevertheless, she encouraged me to give it a shot and gave my shoulder an encouraging squeeze with her signature smile.

So now I sat here, donned in a white wedding dress that my husband had apparently picked out for me. It was unlike no other, and was apparently custom made in Italy. Yes, it looked simple, but the embroidery was refined and very very well sewn together. It was intricate, and was donned with little Swarovski crystals sewed to the dress. Furthermore, it had a long train of fabric at the back to give it a grand effect, and of course, the look was not complete without a Grade A diamond necklace that my father had given, as well as a pair of silver stilettos from my in-laws to complement the dress.

No matter how anxious and unprepared I was, I could not help but admit that my in-laws had good taste. On the other hand, I relied on my best friend who was makeup artiste to do my hair and face, and I have no idea how she did it, but I looked absolutely stunning that I actually gave her a hug, only to be pushed away saying, “Don’t ruin my handiwork. I french-braided your hair and simply enhanced your looks so please do not do anything crazy that would ruin it before the actual event.”

I rolled my eyes and gave her a playful nudge, before she took the veil that I was going to put onto my hair. It was an ordinary veil, but again, it had the most intricate of embroidery and it was put on a flower crown. At this point, I probably looked like a Disney Princess in every disney movie wedding scene, but I could not thank my friend enough and I was willing to pay her for her services, support and everything that she had ever done for me.

She shook her head though, and only said in her usual sassy fashion, “I think you would need money for the baby that’s coming. But come on, you got this yeah?”

“Do you know the guy?” I asked quizzically, and she only gave me a huge smile. She grinned from ear to ear and her eyes became the shape of two crescent moons on her face.

“Of course I do. I have connections, so I found out pretty easily.” She shrugged before continuing, “I know, you are going to ask me who it is, but you can be sure as hell that I would not tell you anything.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes again for the nth time in the years of our friendship, and I began to give her the best pair of puppy eyes that I could muster. However, she was firm, fierce and was adamant in not telling me anything about the guy. She obviously knew way more than I did, and by the looks of it, I was going nowhere with my pleading and convincing.

“Why are you even worried anyway? I can safely say that he is a great guy.” She said as she added the final touches to my look and made sure that everything was in its place.

“How are you so sure?” I asked, watching her furrow her brows and stick out her tongue, fixing all the nitty gritty details that she could spot with her naked eye.

“That’s simple. But you owe me something because this is a huge hint that I’m divulging.”

“Fine, just tell me already!!” I said, impatience evident in my tone of voice.

“It’s someone you know, and trust me, you’ve seen him before. He’s literally an angel and is claimed by you to be your ‘soulmate’.”

At this point, my mind froze and it seemed to be trying its best to look through my memory bank. I scratched my head in confusion and squinted, only to be smacked in the hand by her, with a nagging that I had ruined my own hair again.

It was at this point when there was only one possible name which could possibly surface. Crazy, it sounded, but it was a possibility.

And his name was Jaehyun.

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