#prelationships

[relationship21]

5 Secret Ways to Show Your Love to Your Partner

Many say actions speak louder than words so below I have listed 5 secrets of seduction to help you show your partner how much you truly read more click now

#erelationshipgoal #erelationships #prelationship #prelationships #prelationshipgoals #prelationshipquotesoetsofinstagram #prelationshipsitness #relationshipcoach #relationshipcoaching #relationshipcounselling #relationshipcounseling #relationship #love

[gojonanami]

sab, since youre a muslim i just have to let you know. Its haram to ship two fictional men. I know FICTIONAL. But youre still supporting the idea of this gaysm or something. Second, since you said gay stuff existed back back then, you should know the story of prophet lut, no? Second. Writing nsfw is haram 😭😭 the amount if likes, reads you have is the amount of sins you get

seriously? there’s a lot of things that are viewed as haram that people still do — how is accepting love between two people regardless of gender a sin? especially when the Qu’ran doesn’t outright forbid same sex prelationships in its text — you really also need to re-examine your priorities that you need want to come onto my page to police me using religion like no — what I believe is between me and Allah. and Allah knows my character. and I fully support the lgbt+ community — in fiction and in real life. and Allah knows the legitimacy of my beliefs.

…you really think I don’t know that? again the amount of things that are haram in this world and you think me writing fiction is the biggest problem? there is a literal g*nocide happening of our people in g a z a and you’re worried about my sins about fiction writing? when you know nothing of my life outside of that? what kind of daughter, sister, friend person I am?

get your priorities together and get off my page with your holier than thou attitude - I have no patience for this.

if anyone else wants to police me with my religion or anything else like this or show any hatred towards any groups, you will be blocked

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #homophobia tw #religion tw

[a-gal-with-taste]

Certainties & Mistletoe

Summary: Mistletoe, the only decoration the old bastard could bear to stand during the winter-months. You thought it harmless, simple and almost forgettable... but the event it causes, is anything-but.

Ebenezer Scrooge & F!Reader | 2469 Words | AO3

Part 2 | Part 3

Tags: Oneshot, mistletoe-troupe, humor, internal-thoughts, boss/employee relationship, pre-prelationship, first-kiss, pining (??), Scrooge being a grump (shocker), open-ended, haven't watched the movie, just think Scrooge is kinda-

A/N: I have. No excuse. But blame @sweatandwoe and Netflix anyways, because they had no rights, but caused this anyways.

Upmost in certainty, were these three facts:

One, that Ebenezer Scrooge was the richest man in this district of London.

Two, that Ebenezer Scrooge was the most miserable, selfish, cold-hearted miser in the district, possibly in the country, certainly within the distract.

And three, that Ebenezer Scrooge kissed sweetly enough, that one could nearly forget the prior two-facts.

Or, rather... the Master Ebenezer didn't exactly kiss you back. In fact he didn't little much of anything, and remaining-still as you pressed your own lips, delicate as the falling-flecks of white, to his.

Was it a mistake? Undoubtedly.

Foolish? Certainly, you could be out in a slum-house come tomorrow morning, dismissed in disgrace.

But, the mistletoe... oh, it was silly, but the it had looked so inviting! Berries casted soft glow in the nearby light of lanterns, spiked leaves untouched with frost.

The one-decoration the old bastard had enough paitence to withstand, and of course, it had been your demise. Like the temptation of the apple, like the god of hell-itself beckoning, you had almost been eager to lean-forth towards your doom.

Foolish, stupid, silly mistake, one that could ruin you.

And yet, you didn't pull back.

And neither did he.

From the moment you had spoken his name, soft as snow's first-fall on the porch, the sole movement Ebenezer managed, before you cupped a hand over a sturdy, well-trimmed cheek, stood high on the tip of your toes, and sealed your fate by pressing his lips to your own.

He had yet to pull back.

Yet to move entirely, speak, or... frankly, you feared he lost the ability to breathe.

Ironically, it was that fact that finally convinced you to retract from the man. Not the fact this was Master Scrooge, nor even that your future was as uncertain as a ship traversing through rock-laden waters onto certain doom...

But the fact that your simple kiss, had been enough to completely halt the miser entirely.

Heels kiss the ground in silence, as open your eyes to gaze at the looming man, who, indeed, was in some-sort of state of inanimation. More frozen than an hanging-icicle, your gaze flicked from an unrising-chest, tightly-pursed lips, eyes sightlessly staring-forth, and a distinct lack of pale-clouds emanating from mouth or nostrils.

One could almost fear the kiss had been enough to kill him.

You, however, always preferred being of the optimistic-sort, if a bit realistic.

Assuming the less-dire, you took another step back, and spoke as if Ebenezer was still residing well-into the land of conscious thought and reality, and not clearly miles-away in snowy clouds. "Forgive me, sir. That was a poor-choice, and you have my sincerest apology for my action, I... I have no excuse."

Well, there was one excuse. But you could hardly blame a decorative plant.

Speaking of it, though it was a bit of a strain, your fingers tugged the innocent, demonic little pest from the doorway free. The ribbon it was attached to fluttered simply to the ground, but you dared not stoop to pick it up - instead, placing the plant in the certain of your palm, you held it out between yourself and your employer.

A peace offering.

Though this was an event that was anything but peaceful, you still held out the offending object with a brief smile, one that wobbled at the corners. Not just with the shivers of your body, but with the slow-looming knowledge of what you had just done, and what it would cost you.

What was the price, of a simple kiss?

Scrooge, a most professional businessman, would surely be able to tell you. But he seemed rather strained with words, speech made entirely impossible even as life resumes within him, thank God...

He is able to blink. Twice, before his eyes dropped down to yours, than down to what was effectively, the murder-weapon of your current employment in your palm, before his mouth moved to form a single-word:

"What."

"I'm sorry," You said again, shaky smile fading, but the trembling of your lips moved instead to reside your voice. "I-i... there is no excuse. I can only offer an apology, which I do... I do so quite, quite heartily, Mister Scrooge."

Worrying at your bottom lip, your own eyes followed the same trajectory as his own. Darting from his unreadable, unblinking eyes, and those damning plump-red berries held aloft in your gloved-palm.

Something wet, almost burning in comparison to the winter's chill, began to prick at the back of your eyelids, before finally, large and dark-clad gloves decended down onto your hand.

Pinching the culprit between his fingers like a sixpence, when he raised it to eyelevel for inspection, you dropped your own gaze to settle down near the ground. You couldn't help noting how perfectly his boots gleamed in a somber-black, causing the snowflakes that fell upon it to be in a perfect outline.

A distraction. Welcomed, but you roused yourself from it to face reality, even if you kept your gaze well-averted.

"I shall pack upon the morrow, if it suits you," You whispered, words trapped on a small cloud of frigid air, and releasing near-silently between you both. "You shant see me again, Master Scrooge, if it is in your desire... I fear that is the minimal I can offer for my transgression. I'm sorry. P-please... please accept it, as my truest apology."

"... ahem."

You raised your gaze, now truly stinging with the weight of water at your lashes, but a singular blink was quick to ease them away. Despair faded, replaced by confusion at the... oddest expression on the face of Ebenezer Scrooge.

He had turned away from you, unsurprisingly. Perhaps he couldn't stomach the sight of such unruly behavior from an otherwise acceptable-maid, but had a rather fixated-attention on the small branch of green and red in his fingers.

And, apparently, on his collar.

He was adjusting it, clearing his throat periodically, as his attention remained averted from your own growing-bewilderment, and remained steadfast on loosening his tight-cravat.

"... Master?"

Another clearing of his throat. Without the guide of his facial-expression, you were unable to discern his exact emotions at this given-moment, but you deduced that it was a scoff of acknowledgement, and attempted to salvage yourself once-more.

"I... shall guess you will have me return-early, to do a days work before my final departure? Or shall I, perhaps, remain the evening so-as to prepare for my replacement on the morrow-"

Unlikely he would find-one willing enough to work for the miser, even with the steady-promise of coin, but it was a possibility quickly-forgotten with his sudden-snap, like a whip of words.

"What foolishness. You think I shall take-up the duster, the broom in your absence?"

You blinked. The dust had been nearly an inch-thick on your first day of working, you half-imagined the man didn't know such objects of cleaning existed. "I... I only thought-"

"-that I would discard a perfectly-suitable maid?  Bah, don't be absurd." You were not exempt from the trademark scorn that caused many in London to wince at the mere-mention of the name Scrooge, but it was... muted?

Certainly not softer, and lacking even the basics of kindness, but... you did not flinch. Only blinked, and quietly asked the man what he would like you to do now.

The dark, rich leather-gloves creaked as his pinched-fingers tightened sharply on the deep-emerald stalk. Silence reigned, in a muted-world where little existed, save for the soft-falling snow, the two of them, and the mistletoe in his grasp.

Then, after another strange clearing of his throat, Scrooge brought words into the small, trapped-reality the two of you shared.

"What would like, is for you to go home," He commanded sharply. "And ensure my coin is put to good use, by arriving back here on the morrow, on-time."

You blinked. "You... would like me to return? Even after-"

"Was it not what I said?" Ebenezer interrupted, voice even sharper than before... no. Now it bordered on shrill, something choked. "You certainly won't be if you were to catch a chill, a likely consequence if you were to remain-out any longer on this night."

It's a dismissal, but one that barely registers until he jerks his head back, briefly facing you with the gesture.

The sight of cheeks, dusted in a deep-pink besides his well-trimmed salt-and-pepper sideburns, is enough to make you blink. Certaiy, the chill is enough to coax a darker-shade onto one's skin, and you know that you have some frost-nipped skin of your own, but Scrooge's shade was enough to worry you.

Others might dance a jig at the thought of old Ebenezer Scrooge catching a chill, long-standing karma being served at last, but a burst of worry still resides within you.

The thought of ailment or illness befalling the gentleman, even if that gentleman was Scrooge, was enough to grant you concern at the sight of reddened-cheeks. Emotion outfitted sense, as you stepped forward. "Sir, are you quite well-?"

"Go home," He snapped, the sound harsh and reverberating through gritted teeth. More akin to a growl of a hunter than man, causing you, the prey, frozen in your steps with wide-eyes. "I hardly plan to pay you for remaining later-hours, and I will still expect you upon the morrow without delay. It would be, in your upmost best interest, to leave."

A dismissal.

Ebenezer Scrooge was... letting you off, with only a dismissal.A mere be-gone for the evening, no different than any other you have received in the days-past, if a little more scornful than the rest.

You'd be a fool not to take this gift, perhaps the only the old bastard could provide - absolution, an escape from this humiliation transgression.

You would be a fool not to take it. Yet, you're the kind of fool to hesitate.

Not long - you don't have a death-wish, despite recent actions may otherwise suggest - but after another moments' pause to study the man, you hesitated curstied in obedient politeness, gathering your skirts high-enough to step down the ice-slick porch-steps.

You had little fear of falling, having traversed this walk on the daily, but some part of you felt quite uncertain.

As if the axis of the world has shifted, in some form or the other, and you walked down the steps with uncertainty of what exactly it was.

And how different your world would look, come morning.

For the moment, longing to remain in normalcy, you turned and called back your quiet, routine salutations to the Master - or rather his back. He had yet to face you fully.

"Good-night, Mister Scrooge."

Stepping down the lane with a tug of your shawl tighter around you, the streetlamp you pass-by offers temporary warmth, refuge from the uncertainty and the unsteadiness beneath your feet...

"Good-night."

... which became only more unsturdy beneath your heels, at the sound of Ebenezer Scrooge, the most miserable man in town, wishing you a good night.

Unheard of.

Inconceivable.

The gentleman had never provided you with a pleasantry in all the time you've known him, and yet now, it's offered in a way that could almost be described, daresay, as soft.

A sharp turn, harsh pivot, that miraculously doesn't send you sprawling onto the ice-slick path, but it's too late. The click of the cane on cobble is enough to signal his retreat, and the sight of his back, shawl catching on a snowy-breeze, is enough to confirm his escape before you can question it.

Before you can question if it had even happened at all, or if the snow-filled wind carried words as well as ice.

Perhaps you had fallen into madness - surely, the only true explanation for your lapse in good-sense in the first-place.

It was a more pleasing thought, than whatever it could possible mean that Scrooge felt the urge to offer a nicety after such transgression, and one you worked-steadfast of to convincing yourself at, all the way to your small apartment several blocks over.

It was the one-comfort you found, once dressed and tucked beneath your sheets. The solace was well-suited for your buzzing mind, the delusion that his parting-words were merely something of illusion enough to send you into a restful-sleep.

So restful, that you quite nearly forgot the incident entirely upon return to the waking-world.

Certainly, the motification remained in regards to your own-actions, which you were certain had occurred in reality. There came moments when your lips seemed to recall a soft, unfamiliar presence when memories returned of the incident, ensuring you did not forget it.

Apology, one in daylight and well-rehearsed to display true remorse, was well in-order.

You also suspected such would put your mind to ease. While the gentleman had seemed keen to erase the moment in the minutes-following, you resigned to put the event of transgression well-out of your mind, as well as the impossibility of good-night that had followed, and an assurance that such behavior would never transpire-again.

Closing the chapter entirely, and forgetting it's contents.

Including the one where you imagined Ebenezer Scrooge, of all people, wishing you a good-night.

Absurdity!

Such fantasy was only liable and expected to be forgotten entirely, in order to move-forward in life. And when you stepped into his buisness the following-morning, you had intended to do just that. Begin to forget the fact that you had kissed Ebenezer Scrooge, and in response, he had bid you good-night.

That had been your plan.

Your first-step towards normalcy, the first stride back into stability, and you had taken it into his office with an optimistic smile hinting at your face, as you pushed open the door.

Your plan to move-past the incident was foiled immediately, when you opened the door to the man's office.

Catching sight of that same accursed sprig of spiked-green and perfect red-berries, atop Mister Ebenezer Scrooge's otherwise entirely plain-desk, and settle in a filled-glass of water.

Preserving the event with it's allowed continued existence.

And once-more shifting reality into realms uncertain, when steele-blue raise from endless inspection of the cut-plant, to entourage gaze in an examination of equal-intensity.

The gaze neutralized. Becoming safely familiar, even as the words that followed, were not.

"Good morning."

And you realized, it would not be so-easy to return to what reality had been. Before the night prior where you had taken the apple, the hand-to-hell, in the form of following the practice of mistletoe.

Because, there was now no possibility to return from when-once-you-came.

A fact solidified, when you opened your mouth, and whispered in-repeat words you never thought such a miserable man was capable of saying to you...

"Good morning."

... but the fact that he did, was a fact that confirmed that change was here, like the days' fresh-blanket of cool snow upon the city of London.

A change refreshing, despite the uncertainty it held for the winter ahead.

#how could netflix do this? #scrooge: a christmas carol #scrooge 2022 #scrooge 2022 x reader #ebenezer scrooge #scrooge x reader #netflix #reader insert #this is only 50% joke #guess what the other 50% is #fanfic #female reader #scrooge fanfic #writing #christmas

[silvyysthings]

For those not wanting to see a film with Timothee in whilst he is in the PRelationship, might I suggest ‘RENAISSANCE: A Film by Beyoncé’ coming to theaters in December. Or, a 73rd rewatch of CMBYN.

Sorry anon I go with the 73rd rewatch of cmbyn 😜😎

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #anon ask #call me by your name #luca guadagnino #cmbyn

[real-total-drama-takes]

chris and blainley would NOT work as enemies to lovers BUT amidst chris's allegaytions i think they'd have a PRelationship. they both love the attention. ultimately it falls apart bc bridgette accidentally posts a pic of herself where you can clearly see chef and chris making out while blainely is indifferent in the background. however this controversy brings them even higher ratings (no such thing as bad press) and so chris has to go back to making headlines via torturing adolescents again instead of via his love life. blainely thrives for .2 seconds before the public loses interest again so she resorts to scamming people with $500 courses on life improvement

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#td blaineley #td chris #chris McLean #chriseley #total drama

[karlie-what-you-want]

Kerrrr-fucking-ching. Oh, how I wish we knew the numbers from her side.

This says it all!

While we don’t have the exact numbers from her, we do know how much the NFL gave her in free advertising and how much that helped her movie.

We also now know that TTPD got more presale orders in 25 minutes than Midnights did in its first hour—and Midnights was already unprecedented for her. Anyone who thinks that all of the attention she’s gotten from her PRelationship hasn’t helped to put more eyes on her for the album announcement is kidding themselves.

“She doesn’t need PR!” They say, when we’re seeing the direct benefits of all of her PR unfolding constantly before our eyes.

[thesweetnessofspring]

WIP ask game: tell us about A Lover's Desire is Mutiny or 90s?

Thanks for tagging me and playing the WIP ask game! 😊

I've published the first chapter (of two) for a lover's desire is mutiny which is my Hunger Games/Hadestown AU. I've been working on other WIPs so I haven't gotten to work on Act II yet. But I want to get back to it soon! Act I is just under 10k which is a decent amount, but it still took me months and months to write and I anticipate Act II will be harder because it's going to be concluding the story. Plus I've changed some things around from Hadestown (namely around the role of Persephone) that's going to have a bigger impact on Act II. Maybe by April or May the next part will be ready.

90s is more of a document to keep track of an idea than a full WIP so far. It's an Everlark AU with Katniss as a teenage pop star and the Mellarks as a pop band a la Hanson, with Everlark in a PRelationship, but they catch real feelings. I was very young in the 90s, so I think that era just seems really cool to me because all of the "big kids" were wearing and doing cool things that I couldn't do. This is probably the most "vibes" WIP that I have and hoping I can string something together.

#wip ask game #talking fanfic

[lorephobic]

Have you seen these pictures? I was literally cackling when I saw it. Like barry, your girlfriend is right there lmao. They're both so bad at pretending

yes god these pictures are made even more insane by the fact that that woman is SABRINA’S MANAGER 😭😭😭😭 like she probably set up their whole prelationship and somehow she’s the one walking out of the oscars party with barry draped over her.

idk what to make of any of this tbh. everything points toward sabrina being the one limiting pda and pretending they’re not dating even though everyone on the planet knows that they are? it’s especially frustrating that she’s doing all of this and is still comfortable joking about going home with/stalking cillian murphy??? which leaves barry in this awkward position where he has to leave this sopping wet ass comment reminding her that they’re supposed to be something. 😭😭😭

I DON’T KNOOOW. i don’t know whose fault it is, i don’t know who to be mad at, i just think that both of them are pretty miserable atp and somethings gotta give.

#asks #barrys TOUCHY!!!! its not his fault LOL #all night asking sabrina for pictures saying hes distracted by her (forced interaction btw) #and just getting nowhere with it #not allowed to touch his girlfriend not allowed to touch other dudes because hes there with his girlfriend #either he likes her and can’t show it or he doesn’t like her and can’t even pretend #its just such a lose lose #idk the whole situation sucks so bad LMAO #like its impossible to see all of this and not think somethings fishy right

[estellaestella]

thanks for the pirating reminder. there are a couple sites I already use and that’s how I will watch Wonka, Dune Part 2 and others as long as the PRelationship exists. 😂

Ah, piracy! I'm only in favour of piracy when you dont have access to a film. And if you can watch WONKA and DUNE 2 in the cinemas, why would you give up that joy? Even with the best home cinema setup you cant recreate the cinema hall experience. The DVDs/ Downloadable versions do not come with the same sound. I cant imagine why you would give up experiencing a 🧡Hans Zimmer🧡 score in a theatre if it is available to you.

As for being a Timmy fan who wants to protest against who he's dating (for real/ for PR), ummm that just makes very little sense to me. Coz the relationship is temporary but the box office numbers will last f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Plus it seems like such a roundabout way to show love : i care so much about timmy that i wont go to see his film. That'll show him! Er, no it wont. That's like me not going to watch a Chris Pratt movie coz i dislike him. Same hope of wanting to see them fail. 🤷

Boycotting an artist by witholding your money is your right. Just think it thru. Maybe not sharing or clicking on articles about the gf is good enough.

#timothée chalamet

[fanny1975]

在 YouTube 上觀看「陳浩 Edward.C - 《 Prelationship 》（Official Music Video)」

#Youtube

[thisandthat-whatever]

I'm just curious how long he will be trying?)like looks like he casual dating but always leaves some soft spot for z even if he is dating and will leave that relationship if there are opportunity and z is free. So what next?make some drama during press now to be homewrecker,next dune3 in few years?hello 30. What if ever then not work?or he forever will wait her?

I think you are reading a bit too much into it. Yes, Timmy probably has a crush on Z (but he also probably has a crush on most women in Hollywood). Like the moment he leaves his PRelationship with Kylie, I can picture him snogging Emrata for one minute and then going out to dinner with Bella the next . Sure he would make a move on Z if she was single but then that moment may never come for him and he knows that, so he is just milking the “bestie” relationship for all its worth during promo.

[golden-miles-mcmillan]

Some of you are just as anything-but-supportive of Miles and Trace as so many are anything-but-supportive of the PRelationship of Timothée and Kylie. 🤣

I cannot see with good eyes everything what is happening around Trace OF. Reputation is a real thing and Miles is destroying his.

[silvyysthings]

Timothée’s latest L.A. sighting is outside the Klan’s favorite facial plastic surgeon!! 🤯🤔

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-12668467/Timothee-Chalamet-visits-Kardashians-favorite-plastic-surgeon-LA.html

The news since the PRelationship just keeps getting worse and worse.

All this is simply ridiculous: the doctor in question has just launched a new skin line that has nothing to do with surgery, given that even in the latest gq photoshoot Tim has a perfect face and without mentioning that the doctor is producing a new skincare and beauty products for men, it's normal for an actor to maintain his skin in a certain way. Plus without mentioning the fact that in the same building there are also other professionals medical studios such as pharmacists, doctors and dentists...but I know too much notions to assimilate for minions around there 😅

As I said...perfection

#timothée chalamet #anon ask

[sierratheory]

Stans are damn annoying!!!!

True. Like y'all already know… That Sierra couldn’t wait until Luke’s birthday to grab another piece of relevancy and attention. Stans will always ignore the facts at hand, like I’m disappointed but not surprised.

#they be..daft as fuck #also peep someone using my prelationship term 👀 💕 #sierra deaton #luke hemmings #6.30.18 #owner #submission

[karlie-what-you-want]

The Swifties saying that any skeptical fans pointing out how this PRelationship reinforces misogynistic behavior (ie, no doesn’t mean no, and taylor WAY overselling the excitement at the game, her supporting the NFL and their toxic treatment of women) are actually the ones being misogynistic… Yall confuse me.

I’ll be the first one to call out toxic men for their toxic behavior. I want them held accountable. I will also call out any other party who enables that behavior 🤷 I don’t feel bad about it.

Of course, these folks see the relationship as something real based on Taylor’s feelings. I see it as a business transaction.

[pop-punklouis]

hopeeee did you see olivia’s vogue interview where she has the part talking about her “friend” that vogue makes obvious is harry. it’s so funny how locked this stunt is

hiiii. i did! lol

i actually find it incredibly interesting and funny how much they’ve locked this PRelationship down. as much as they flaunted this with paparazzi photos and foundational PR moves in the beginning to build “sincerity,” as it hit its peak, they’ve not allowed it to transform past that when it comes to official mouthpieces and direct work associated with either of them. like with the Daze interview harry did, they quickly pivoted away from his love life because he wasn’t going to give them anything more and it was more than likely blacklisted past a certain point, and with this vogue interview they don’t even allow her to say harry’s name— only referring to him as her “friend” that, then, the publication themselves has to fill in the grey area lmao. and then in the same piece have her rep not even be able to confirm the relationship lmao. they truly have put so many restrictions and barricades for those writing about this stunt and they’ve tightly controlled what is said or acted on and when. it’s interesting but it’s also really fucking funny too fjfkfk.

#grey #holivia