Ok real talk Overwatch fandom…

Is there an Almost Human AU!Genyatta fic… cuz there should be.

Man partners up with robot. Is part robot himself. Becomes super protective of said robot?

Thats got Genyatta written all over it im just saying.

Could you imagine that one scene

(Some jag): What if I put a bullet in Zenyattas head?
Genji: //attacks jag. DONT EVEN LOOK AT ZENYATTA!

And I have thoughts about that Reddit thing going around about how it’s ~unbelievable~ that a new, happy couple might actually be prone to a whole lot of physical affection and sex, but it starts to bleed into my thing about how much people shit on romance and women expressing enthusiastic sexuality, and I haven’t had any caffeine yet today so mostly what I have is incoherent grumbling noises.

But gee, I bet that dude (and I’m sure it was a dude) who made that post never once complained about how unbelievable it is that Grog talks about brothels and “lady favors” so often. Because dudes initiating sex-type stuff is No Big Deal.
Happy Bloody Getaway
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who (2005), Broadchurch
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alec Hardy/Rose Tyler
Characters: Alec Hardy, Rose Tyler
Additional Tags: pregnancy!fic, Flu, happy bloody valentine’s day, UST, married, Fluff
Series: Part 5 of ClosedVerse, Part 2 of Whoville’s Follower Milestone Celebration

It’s one week after that Bloody Valentine’s Day, and Rose has passed the flu along to Alec. Talk about a mini-break gone wrong.

Written for @pipertennant, winner of the Alec x Rose ficlet for my Follower Milestone fic drawing. Her prompt was Getaway Gone Wrong

Rose startled as Alec sneezed, drawn-out and thunderous.

“I can not bloody believe this.” Alec flopped back onto the pillow. A scattering of toxic tissues littered the floor next to the bed where he’d missed the little bin.

Rose sat on the edge of the mattress and smoothed his fever-droopy hair off of his forehead. “I’m so, so sorry. I feel responsible. I gave this bug to you.”

“Stop that. You’re not responsible.” He smirked, and then groaned.

She withdrew her hand and sighed. “You know what I mean, Alec. Don’t be a prat.”

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