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hollypodge  asked:

Dude, I don't know why, but I just saw your reply to my 'Alistair 4 dad' message, and thought of wee Duncan makes me so happy! Also, I can't decide who would baby the poor guy/girl (I don't think Alistair would let gender get in the way of naming all his children Duncan), Bree or Alistair... or possibly the very blond older Duncans/siblings.

All I want in this world is for Alistair to grow fat and old and happy with the loving partner of his choice.  

… And then I reserve a special place in my heart for the ‘if Alistair had ALL the babies he’d name ALL the babies Duncan’ AU.  Duncan, Duncanna, Duncanessa, Duncan IV, Wee Duncan, Baby Wee Duncan, Duncould, Duncant, I mean the list could go on and on.  

If Alistair had babies, he would totally baby his babies more than Bree.  She can be a taskmaster when she puts her mind to it.

I feel like its the right time to bring this back.

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Anonymous said: Hi! So I was wondering if you could do a one-shot (or maybe a series whatevs) where the reader gets pregnant with dean’s child after a fling with him and she really loves him but knows he doesn’t feel the same and won’t want to raise a kid with her so she doesn’t tell him and runs off. Then maybe like after a while when the kid is older Dean finally finds the reader and she tells him about their child and they confess their love for each other. Fluff! Please and thank you!

A/N: I’ve been trying to write fluff but for some reason I’ve just been so attracted to angst???

Word count: 2945

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: light smut, pregnancy.

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Dean’s hands held your hips firmly, his lips sucking and running over the smooth skin of your neck. Despite the reeking smell of liquor from both of your breaths, you could still smell his scent, intoxicating you in a way that you never thought possible. It was so Dean—everything was Dean. His cologne, the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin, his mouth leaving hot, wet kisses along your collarbone as you struggled to breathe.

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If one had to watch footage of your meal being slaughtered before each meal, everyday, how long before one would stop eating meat?

Of course, we don’t have to, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Of course it happens. It seems only fair that we should at least acknowledge that they gave us their lives. It’s the least we should do. Acknowledge their pain, suffering, fear. 

If one had to watch the entire growth of your meal, the whole timeline, from before it ever existed to how it got on your plate, how much of your meal would you really enjoy?

Seeds dropping, buds blooming, fruit, veggies and grains growing, being harvested, prepared and cooked vs. (on average) artificial insemination, no fresh air, no grass to walk on, no light, no room to move, pregnancy, inflammation, medication to avoid infections, slaughter, being packaged, renamed and cooked.

I mean it from the bottom of my heart that you should eat what you want, but please don’t go eating blindly, acknowledge all of it.

That falafel wrap isn’t looking too bad now, is it? :)