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Friends Meme ≡ [1/3] Favorite Romantic Relationship(s) → Monica/Chandler
↳ “I thought this was going to be the most difficult thing I had to do, but when I saw you walking down the aisle I realized how simple it was. I love you. Any surprises that come our way, it’s okay, because I will always love you. You are the person I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.”

For thejaridafamily’s

Question/Discussion Saturday!!
suggested by zephyr-lynx:
“Who would know the lyrics to an
embarassing cute song and what song would it be?”
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But I will give all my heart to you
If you know the truth, it’ll be so sweet
It’ll be sweet like caramel
If you like sweet things
Baby I’m your sugar girl

15& - Sugar

They’d both sing together.  All embarrassingly cute Korean songs, because in my mind my ooc!Jack and Merida are dorks that way.

Forever changing the questions slightly to fit me.  Forever drawing food into these QDS replies haha. 〜( ̄▽ ̄〜) 〜( ̄▽ ̄)〜 (〜 ̄▽ ̄)〜

“It’s November 1st, and you’re my annoying neighbor who already has their Christmas decorations up, and overnight it got super windy and somehow your inflatable Santa blew into my yard and is stuck in my tree but when I knocked on your door all my anger disappeared because you’re a lot cuter than I thought you would be and you have the most adorable wisps of curly hair falling in your face and I forgot how to talk. I don’t think I’m making words. I think I’m just making sounds”

iwanttodriveyouthroughthenight  asked:

Hello fabulous ladies/life ruiners (I still love you tho)! What happens next in the Meeting as Children AU, before Jamie leaves? And how are their secret encounters for planning what they want to do?

anonymous said: Please continue the meeting in childhood au!

anonymous said: Hi!! First of all thank you for this blog, it’s awesome and I love reading fic about my OTP! <3 I’ve been having a really hard time with life lately and to cheer me up I would like to request more from the adorable Meeting as Children AU? Maybe about how they fell in love, or Brian and Ellen realizing it, little Jamie and little Claire are cuter than a couple of baby bunnies and that AU is lovely! Pretty please with a cherry on top?

anonymous asked: Loved the new addition to the meeting as children AU!! What’s the plan? What’s the plan?! Cliffhangers are horrible! Lol. You all are amazing and talented ladies. 👏🏻👏🏻 love all of you and your stories!

anonymous asked: Please continue the meeting as children AU! :)

Meeting as Children AU

“This is a bad plan.” Murtagh shook his shaggy head, arms folded tight across his chest. “A verra bad plan.”

On the hay bale beside him, Claire huffed in frustration. Jamie gently patted her thigh and took her hand in his, twining their fingers together, thumb secretly caressing the contours of her palm.

“I dinna understand why ye say that.” Jamie’s voice was measured, calm – though his fingers were clammy in Claire’s grip. “It’s a verra simple plan. We’re no’ asking ye for much – just to help us see it through.”

Murtagh narrowed his eyes at the two of them – it was still so hard for him to not see the wee bairns they had once been. “Let me repeat what I think I just heard. I understand why ye dinna want to be parted from each other when wee Jamie leaves for Paris. I understand why Claire wants to study at the Universite on her own – God knows she’s a fine healer, and Brian and Ellen would support that. If ye reasoned wi’ them.”

He paused, twisting his beard. “But no – ye dinna want to reason wi’ them. So ye think that the only way Claire can go to Paris is for the two of ye to be handfast. Because that puts Claire under Jamie’s protection, and she becomes his obligation. And then ye want her to get wi’ child right away, to prove that it’s legal between ye. Is that right?”

Jamie nodded. “Aye. That’s the gist of it.”

Murtagh sighed. “And who will care for this bairn, then? When ye’re living on yer own in Paris? So that Claire can go to the Universite during the day? Did ye think of that?”

Claire pressed her lips together. “You would, of course,” she said softly.

Murtagh stood up and paced to the far side of the barn. Claire and Jamie sat stone still, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

Slowly Murtagh returned and stood directly in front of them. “I’ll support ye. God help me, James Fraser – I swore to Ellen I’d guard ye and mind ye and serve ye till the day I die. And I swore to Brian that I’d never let any harm befall ye, Claire.”

She swallowed. Jamie squeezed her fingers.

“But I have conditions to provide ye this service, aye? Do ye understand?”

Jamie nodded, heart racing. “Aye. What are yer conditions?”

Murtagh rested his hands on his hips, meeting the blue, unflinching gaze of his godson. The lad and lass were clearly mad for each other – made for each other – and if he couldna stop those two from colliding, at least he could soften the blow.

“First – no bairn. Ye dinna need one. Brian and Ellen had to do that to prove to Colum and Dougal that it was legal between them, as they’d had no witness. But I’ll be yer witness – I can attest to it being legal between ye. And a bairn would just tie ye down, Claire. Ye dinna want that when ye should be running around Paris wi’ yer doctoring.”

Claire nodded. “I agree.”

A thought – enormous in magnitude – suddenly struck him. “Ye – ye aren’t already wi’ child, are ye, Claire?”

She smiled – it was small, but in good humor. “No – no I’m not. I can assure you that my virtue is still intact. Though not for lack of trying.”

Jamie’s face flamed crimson, but he said nothing. Murtagh raised one bushy eyebrow in question.

“She willa take me to her bed until we’re marrit,” he hissed. “And I hope ye know that I’d never do anything she didna ask for.”

“I know, lad.” This was fun – watching Jamie squirm. The lad’s brain and tongue were always too quick by half – but not now, not today. It was a rare turn of events – and Murtagh found himself enjoying it.

“Do you have any more conditions?”

Murtagh cocked his head, thinking. “Ye must tell Brian and Ellen straight away. That’s no’ my job.”

Claire nodded. “Done. Anything else?”

“Aye. One more thing. He must give ye a proper ring.”

Now it was Jamie’s turn to smile. “Dinna fash – I had something fashioned for her already.”

Claire turned to him, pleasantly surprised. “You did?”

He grinned even wider, and bent to kiss her forehead. “Aye. I wanted to be ready.”

She returned his smile – but then remembered something, and turned back to Murtagh.

“You said that you’d attest to it being legal between us. How exactly would you do that? Do you mean to –”

“He’ll no’ be in the room wi’ us, Claire. I promise ye.” Jamie gazed pleadingly up at Murtagh. “There’s no need for that, aye? Ye can – stand guard outside the door, I suppose.”

Murtagh shook his head in amazement. These wee dafties were going to be the death of him. “Dinna fash. I’ll take yer word for it, lad. Ye deserve a bit of privacy wi’ yer wife that first time, no?”

“And the second, third, fourth time as well,” Claire chimed in. “Just exactly how much time will we have?”

Jamie looked behind him at the half-open door, gauging the angle of sunlight. “If we do it now – then we have enough time to get to that cottage by early afternoon, and then a few hours before we’re back home for supper.”

Claire smoothed her thumb over Jamie’s knuckles. “Not in the barn, please – perhaps out back, by the burn? I – I want to be outside, under a tree, when we handfast.”

Jamie sighed, so happy. It was finally happening – their daft plan was actually going to work. In just a few hours she’d be his, in every sense of the word. His spine tingled and prickled with sheer joy. And desire.

Then he kissed her – and she kissed him back – and they did not care one whit that Murtagh was right there.

Until he cleared his throat, and they tore themselves from each other, panting slightly. Jamie and Claire stood up together. She dropped his hand and quickly embraced Murtagh in a sudden but not unwelcome hug.

The poor man didn’t quite know what to do with his arms – and settled for awkwardly patting Claire on the back.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear. “I can’t tell you how thankful I am. You’re making my dream come true.”

Murtagh gently pushed himself back and swiped the back of one hand across his watering eyes – it must be the damp in the barn, it irritated his vision every time he spent a good length of time inside.

“Well then. If ye two are quite finished – let’s get on wi’ it.”