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Sleeping In

Summary: Natasha invited you for a movie night

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: Fluff, Sexual implications

Theme: soft, fluff

Word Count: 1, 032

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practically all of them fit for tendonna but "please stop petting the test subjects" for themb and they're just wreaking havoc at this weird, cool laboratory they found???

LOL remember these prompts from 900 million years ago?? WHOOPS. anyway have this, which is hopefully mostly in line with what you hoped for?

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“Donna, please stop petting the test subjects.”

Donna hears him, clearly processes the words, and then pointedly stops stroking what appears to be a furry nudibranch only so that she can scoop it up in her hands and press it against her cheek. The thing makes trills in response, which emboldens her to throw the The Doctor a flat look and say, “I did, in fact, stop petting them. And they’re not test subjects, they’re, you know….”

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at her, hoping their typical back and forth will disguise the uneasiness that is starting to curl its way aroundhis ribs. “They’re what, exactly, Doctor Noble?”

“Oh hush you. I don’t know exactly, but they’re not a threat! I mean, look at them!”

Pulling out the sonic screwdriver, The Doctor starts to scan them despite Donna’s incensed expression on the odd chance that they’re, say, full of toxin. “Right, because when something is cute and fluffy there’s no possible way it could be a threat. Like bears. Definitely not a threat.”

With an eye roll, she replies, “Yes, because something that fits in the palm of my hand and a bear are clearly equally vicious. How many bears do you have to deal with anyway? Wait, shit, how many bears do you have to deal with? Are we gonna get attacked by a bear? Do we need to get a dog?”

The Doctor has a reputation for being a bit..scatterbrained. Lot of tangents and nonsequiturs come out of his mouth, so most people seem comparatively linear in their logic. Donna is not most people. He pauses his assessment of the critters to stare at her and ask, “What?”

“For bear attacks. Loads of people who survive them do so because their dog helped out. Read about it in wilderness guides.”

“Why were you reading wilderness guides in Chiswick?”

“Because I’ve gone camping? What are you, the literature police?”

“Well I do have the police box-”

“-No! That doesn’t make you any form of cop! We’ve already discussed and settled this! Besides, who even wants to hang out with coppers? Nasty creatures, unlike the little bundle of joy that I have decided is named Tanya and is my friend.”

“Tanya” makes a cooing noise at this, and Donna sticks out her tongue at The Doctor. The Doctor, in kind, throws his hands up and says, “You can not go around befriending strange alien creatures that you know nothing about!”

“It worked out pretty well for me last time.”

“Last time? When-”

“-you, time boy. You were the strange alien creature.”

The Doctor swallows down the reply that she doesn’t know it’s worked out, that given his track record it most likely won’t. Donna has a low tolerance policy for fatalism and would happily steam roll over that response, so instead he sputters out, “That’s! That’s completely different. For one, I am a person rather than a creature, and secondly, you didn’t find me in a decrepit abandoned research lab!”

Amusement rather than annoyance threads itself into her words when she says, “No, you were just my kidnapper. Completely innocuous.”

The Doctor lets out a groan, about to make a rebuttal, when the sonic screwdriver lets out a series of dings. Holding it up to his face, he mutters, “Oh. Ooooh. Interesting.”

Sufficiently distracted from her lil buddy Tanya, Donna leans over and squints at the sonic as if she has any idea how to read it herself. Maybe one day. “So? Final verdict, is Tanya killing me?”

“No. Well. Eh. Sort of? No. Not yet, at least.”

Donna slowly half pulls Tanya away from her face, giving it a side-eye before looking back at the Doctor and saying, “Not the most promising thing I’ve ever heard. Is it going to go all giant and eat me or something? Is it going to turn into a bear?”

“Not exactly. Our friend Tanya-

“-thank you for using their proper name-”

“-it definitely isn’t but okay. Tanya here is a very distant and much less threatening cousin to the Kantrofarri. Instead of feeding directly on the brain matter, it feeds on brain waves, specifically the emitted by you as a positive response to it’s presence. The noises it emits have remarkably similar effects as that of a cat purring, albeit to a more extreme degree.”

Without realizing she has resumed her stroking of Tanya’s fur, Donna says, “That doesn’t sound so bad. Like cleaner fish and sharks, symbiotic or whatever”

The Doctor tilts his head back and forth a couple times as he replies, “Eeeehhhhh theoretically, yes, under the right conditions, it would be much like having a pet. Mutually beneficial, two sided domestication.”

“However?”

“However, these aren’t the right conditions. With any organism that can directly interact the dopamine center of the brain has risks, and Tanya very well can become addictive, especially if stressed. In fact,” The Doctor pauses, sticking his hands in his pockets as he looks around, “that’s probably the point of this lab. Making a drug out of living creatures.”

Eyes downcast, Donna’s voice is softer as she says, “That’s horrible.”

Somehow, nomatter how many awful things she sees traveling with him, they always manage to surprise her. She hopes that that stays true, that the cruelty of the universe doesn’t become something she’s accustomed too. She wonders if The Doctor is already there.

These thoughts pass in a matter of seconds, before she gives her head a quick shake and says, “Tanya appears to be the only one left around. Is there any..I mean, can we take them home? Is there a home to take them to?”

A small smile appears on the Doctor’s face. “That there is,” the smile grows, “We’d have to skip the spa we came for though.”

Donna rolls her eyes, knowing it’s not even a question for either one of them, and says, “You know, one of these days you’re going to actually have to make good on your promise of taking me somewhere relaxing.”

“You seem pretty relaxed right now.”

“Yeah. No, telling me the small fluffy creature I’m holding was being experimented on to turn deadly is not actually super de-stressing. Little bit of human lore for you right there, I know you don’t get a lot of it in your day to day alien activities.”

“Hey! At this point I’ve spent exponentially more time with humans than my own species! I’m very well versed in your lore.”

“Sure.”

“I am!”

“Uh huh. Then, pop quiz Doctor, what destination would a human such as myself actually find relaxing after we drop Tanya off?”

“There’s this lovely planet called Midnight, admittedly with a deeply toxic atmosphere, but the facilities are incredible! And the views, wouldn’t wanna miss that for the galaxy! Waterfall made of sapphires!”

“But do they have massages?”

“They do in fact have massages.”

“Perfect! I’ll need it after the emotional stress of parting with Tanya. Maybe we could keep them?”

“Donna.”

“Right, right, I know, it’s not right, deadly addiction. I will do the responsible thing here. But then massages.”

The Doctor gives a nod. “But then massages.”

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Ex's & Why's

edSummary: Natasha caught everyone's attention, you caught hers but you're both stuck in relationships that won't last. Loosely based on Dove's Boyfriend

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: Mistreatment, Abuse, Make-out R-16

Theme: Romance

Word Count: 2, 785

Requested by: @natssimpsworld

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“That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”

obligatory doctor who/good omens crossover but like barely lmao

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The sounds of muffled cursing followed by angry shouting were never pleasant to be woken up by, but it tended to be particularly concerning when it was 3 am on the TARDIS. Especially because the angry shouting did not belong to The Doctor and they hadn’t picked up a straggler on their last adventure. Donna would normally be more concerned, but for the last month or so, this had become relatively routine.

She did not bolt towards the room the shouts were coming from to desperately rescue The Doctor from whatever life threatening situation he had gotten himself into. Instead, she stretches with a loud yawn, puts on her slippers, and heads to the kitchen to make herself a leisurely cup of tea. Waiting for it to steep and for herself to become more awake, she checks her phone for messages and listens to some very pointed threats being made towards The Doctor’s mother.

About ten minutes after she initially wakes up, she heads over to the study, which has had the floor cleared for chalk and candles. Much as she expected, some guy with a reptile on his head is standing in the middle of a rune-filled circle, screaming something about pointy objects going in rather unpleasant areas.

She gives a nod and says, “Doctor.”

In tired acknowledgement, he looks up from the book that he’s rapidly flipping through and says, “Donna.”

“Tenth

demon summoning this week.”

The

Doctor scrubs his face with his head, comically pushing is glasses up

and then letting them fall back askew. Exhaustion undercuts his glib tone as he says, “Only ten? I’m slowing down.”

Demon boy’s yelling is getting more severe, some nonsense about recruiting Beezlebub or something? The part of her that was sleep addled and lacked impulse control wanted to erase part the chalk circle with her toe and find out what exactly would happen, but a larger part of her dutifully did not feel like getting stabbed.

Still, it spoke to how boring it was when The Doctor was obsessive over something that didn’t really involve her. “That’d

be such a shame if this crusade of yours wasn’t, you know, completely pointless.”

They’ve had this argument before. She knows she’s not going to get anywhere.

“He has my face, Donna.

Plus he’s apparently ginger, which seems like it’s a direct mockery. Like ohhh I’m evil and a demon and I get to be a redhead, you just have to deal with it. I don’t like just having to ‘deal with it’.”

Donna takes an obnoxious sip of her tea, and expects it would earn her a half-hearted glare if The Doctor was anything other than completely drained. “Mmm. Well this attempt didn’t work, so can you banish this guy? He’s loud, and we’re supposed to be the only ones without volume control.”

“Hm?

Oh, yeah, right.” He spouts some Latin (?) and nasty boy disappears, which lets Donna walk over the circle to where he’s sitting, already starting to scan through another incantation. It smudges some of the chalk, which she totally didn’t do intentionally so The Doctor would have to redo the circle and have some downtime between summonings. Complete accident.

Leaning over, she wraps her arms around his shoulders and places her chin on top of his head, hugging him from behind so she can still look at whatever he’s doing. “You should go to bed. I’m sure your dastardly demonic doppelganger will still be around tomorrow.”

The Doctor ignores her for a moment, reading the last few lines on the page, before leaning back into the hug. “One more tonight. Then I will.”

She lets out a sigh, but concedes.

“Alright. Want me to grab you some tea? A nice chamomile?”

“I do love a nice chamomile. Which is why I definitely don’t want any of yours. How you made chamomile bitter is beyond me.”

She stands up then, and The Doctor only sort of saves himself from landing on his back. Grabbing a piece of chalk so they can get this over with, Donna replies, “Such harsh criticism from a man who microwaves his tea. With the bag in it! It’s abhorrent!”

“It’s practical! And it doesn’t somehow make the drink taste almost entirely unlike tea!”

“I would argue that last point but I want to go to sleeeeeeeep. Hurry up and tell me what to draw so I can get back into my no longer lovely and warm bed.”

The Doctor opens his mouth to protest against involving her, realizes that’s stupid, and then hands her some diagrams that have been marked with sticky tabs. Their combined efforts make it go faster than usual, and in about 20 minutes they’re ready to give it one last shot for the night. Donna gives his hand a quick squeeze, he goes over the incantation, and…nothing happens.

For about a minute.

And then it does.

With a rather dramatic flash of smoke, a harried man appears in the center of the circle, who other than they eyes, general aesthetic choices, and hair color, looks nearly identical to The Doctor. The three of them glance rapidly at each other, and the demon and Donna open their mouths and speak simultaneously.

“What the fu-

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"I hope you know that my name is actually ________." and the name is actually Brian, for ten and donna

This isn’t exactly the prompt but close enough I think.

Donna has a foot out the door when The Doctor places a gentle hand on her arm, stopping her mid stride. She turns around to face him. and the gravity of his expression is more befitting a dramatic death than her heading out to visit her cousin. Voice matching his expression, he says, “Donna, before you go, there’s something you need to know.”

If she wasn’t already aware of his general proclivity for dramatization, she might be seriously worried. As it stands, the only reaction this elicits out of her is an, “Oh?”

He takes both of her hands in his own, looking into her eyes and telling her, “I want you to know my name. My real name.”

She squints a little but doesn’t break eye contact. “Uhh. O..kay?”

“It’s Brian.”

She stares at him. He stares back. She blinks. He doesn’t. She briefly wonders if he actually even needs to blink considering the whole aliens thing. He probably does, right? Most mammals do. Does he qualify as a mammal? She should ask. No. Wait. She should focus.

“Either you’re having me on or we’re heading to the deed pool office.”

That breaks The Doctor out of his mildly off-putting intensity, facing scrunching up in a way that Donna absolutely Does Not find endearing, shut up. “Deed poll office? Why would we go to the deed poll office?”

“For a name change. I’ve been through hell and back, I can withstand a lot, but I’m not putting up with fucking Brian.”

The Doctor rips his hands away so that he can place them on his hips. “And what is so wrong with Brian?”

“What’s wrong with it is that it sucks. First of all, no interesting person is named Brian, secondly it’s specifically terrible for an alien. If you’re gonna run around being all like ‘ohhh im 907 and I think I’m a god sometimes and also I’ve twwwoooo hearts’ your quote on quote real name should be something like, I dunno, Zoltor or Qlaxton. Somethin’ properly alien.”

“Okay one, I do not sound like that. Two, you’ve clearly been exposed to too much pulpy science fiction. Three, Brian is a perfectly fine name.”

“No, it’s not, and it will never be, but it is a perfectly fine way to stall having to drop me off and deal with my mother, and goddammit all, it’s worked because here we are having this inane conversation.”

The Doctor smirks slightly and says, “Guilty as charged.”

“Jesus Christ. You know Mum’s not that bad, right.”

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at her, and she concedes, “Okay she is that bad but this still seems. Excessive.”

He shrugs, apparently not feeling any particular need to defend himself. Donna rolls her eyes, but there’s no real criticism in the action. A beat passes before she asks, “So, do you have one?”

“Hmm?”

“A real name? I mean, I had kinda assumed ‘The Doctor’ was your real name. Thought that was just how Time Lords naming conventions worked.”

“Oh! No. I have a name name, Doctor is a title.”

“Huh. All right. So what is it?”

“I can’t actually tell you that.”

Donna frowns, not used to The Doctor keeping things from her. “Because…it’s somehow even stupider than Brian?”

“Because my name has cataclysmic properties. Universe altering implications and such.”

“It IS somehow stupider than Brian!”

“Donna.”

“Yes?”

“It’s also something, well, it’s something I would only tell the person I’m marrying.”

The gears start turning as Donna lets out a non-committal, “Ah.”

The Doctor immediately points a finger in her face and says, “You stop that!”

“Stop what?”

“That. Your scheming face.”

“I do not-”

“You most certainly do! And usually it’s a welcome friend because it has gotten the two of us out of a fair share of mishaps, but I’d really prefer you don’t turn it on me.”

Donna holds her hands up in a half-mock, half-genuine surrender and tells him, “You know what? In the interest of time because I am about to be so so late I’m dropping it. It’s dropped, and I’m heading out.”

“Thank you.”

With a sunny smile and a two finger salute, Donna finally exits the TARDIS and says, “No problem. See you in a week, Brian.”

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Death and the Queen headcanon: for a few weeks after they leave Gorotania (or however the heck you spell it) Ten is very wary when Donna speaks to men because he’s shit scared she’s gonna end up leaving him again like she did with Rudolph. Yeah, I’m down for clingy/protective Ten basically 💁🏻

hey so you did NOT mean this as a fic prompt but my brain took it as a fic prompt anyway so please enjoy this almost 1.7k words of nonsense

The Doctor came up from behind so that he could wrap his arms

around her shoulders and rest his chin on her head, which should’ve

been nice and comforting and warm. However,

Donna could hear the pernicious grin on his face as he said, “Donna!

There you are, we were just leaving, weren’t

we?”

This had been the third goddamn

time this week he’s pulled

this sort of stunt, and, would you look at that, it’s once again

just as Donna was having a nice flirt after the danger had passed.

Never would’ve worked out,

not the least because Donna just isn’t a fan of that many eyes on a

face, but the interruption was far from welcome nonetheless. Two

instincts war inside her, but she ultimately decides that it will be

more productive to give The Doctor a right and proper talking to in

the TARDIS over just yelling right here and now. Matching the

(assumed) sharpness of The Doctor’s grin, Donna schools her gritted

teeth into an imitation of a smile and says, “That we were! Sorry

to take off so quickly, but you know how it is. Things to do, places

to see, running to tolerate, all that!”

Four of the alien’s eyelids

flutter rapidly with a loud clicking noise that, thank you TARDIS,

automatically translates to, “Ah, my apologies, Lady Noble. If I

had known you were already

partnered, I would not have made overtures. I hope I have not to

greatly offended your mate.”

Before Donna could open her mouth

to give a perfunctory “Definitely unpartnered,

not my mate,” The Doctor

comes forward and grabs her hand to pull her away, cheerfully telling

her conversational partner, “Oh, no offense taken old chap! We

really must be off

right now though, give us a holler next

time we’re in the solar system!”

Like that, he has her running again

despite the fact that they are not, at the moment, in any actual rush

that she’s aware of. Not able to really talk while being half

dragged back home, she settles for an incredulous side eye that The

Doctor willfully (?) ignores.

Luckily, they weren’t parked

too far away, so it’s only

a matter of minutes before they’re back in the TARDIS. The Doctor

is already talking a mile a minute and asking a million questions he

clearly doesn’t expect an answer to and Donna has had enough.

“What. The Hell. Was that.”

The Doctor freezes, one hand grasping a

mallet mid strike and the other hovering over a keyboard. In a

display of false innocence, he asks, “What the hell was what?”

Strolling over to take the mallet from

his hand before he hurts himself or, who knows, opens a sort of space

vortex or something to get out of the ensuing conversation, Donna not

at all calmly tells him, “That whole horse and pony show back

there! I mean, Christ, you can be clingy and melodramatic at

the best of times-

“Oi-”

“but this is a whole ‘nother level!

This is jealously whenever I so much as look at another

person, and I you don’t cut that out I swear to god I’ll-”

“Leave? For good?”

There’s a bitter flash of a smirk on

his face and it throws Donna completely off her rhythm. Not enough

for her to completely stop yelling, mind you, but enough that some

gears are starting to grind in the back of her mind. “What? No. I

was gonna say lock you in the TARDIS for a week so you can

think about your actions and I can actually spend time with people

that are not you without some hovering but I’m starting to think

that’d only exaggerate the problem.”

The Doctor sets about busying himself

with…something on the console and pointedly does not make eye

contact when he replies with, “Mmmm.”

For about a minute or two, Donna

passively watches him work, taking the time to connect the dots

before hollering, “Goritania!”

Still puttering about with who knows

what, The Doctor replies, “Huh?”

“You’ve been acting like this for

about a month, aka when we left Goritania. Considering that whole

speech you gave about oh how you’re so lonely and woe is me

everyone leaves, which, by the way, if you had let me get a word in

edgewise you would’ve known I wasn’t going anywhere, not

permanently, I’m guessing it’s not a coincidence that you’ve

been acting like anyone I make eye contact with is going to, I dunno,

whisk me away to some other planet for an interalien soul binding or

some other nonsense.”

The Doctor thwacks the side of the

monitor with a little more force than necessary and his breathing

gets heavier as he spits out, “Well it’s true isn’t it?

Everyone does leave, and just because “Rudolph,” he says

the name with a sneer, “wasn’t your person doesn’t mean that

you’re not going to find your person and run off and get married

and live a happy life just like you wanted.”

Funnily enough, just as the Doctor

starts to get riled up, Donna feels all the fight leave her. “I’ll

admit, there was a time where I did really want that big

fairytale wedding followed by, hopefully, a big fairytale marriage.

Somewhere along the line I had learned that’s what was synonymous

with a happy life. But then I got a glimpse of the universe and that

all fell to the wayside. For Christ’s sake, I think I had more fun

running around like a madwoman as my wedding reception got destroyed

that I did with the wedding itself. I mean, sure, I still think

having “my person” makes things better for me, but luckily, I’ve

already found them.”

The Doctor finally stops messing around

with instruments so he can actually look at her. His jaw works

back and forth a few times, and then he schools his face into

something that utterly fails to not be crestfallen. “Oh? Do I..do I

know them?”

“Oh no, you’ve never met them,”

She lightly flicks his forehead, “It’s you, stupid. For a

supposed genius you’re rather thick sometimes. How ave you survived

this long?”

“Oh! Also, I haven’t. I’ve

already died nine times Donna, keep up. Also also, supposed genius?

Who was saying that? I should send them a card.”

“Absolutely not. Your ego would

explode and we can’t have that. It’d kill you a tenth time.”

“Mmm. Suppose it’s for the best,

I’m out of stamps anyway.”

There’s a beat of silence before he

blasts her with the full force of the universe’s dopiest grin.

Voice filled with inexorable pleasure, he asks, “I’m really your

person?”

She could call him out on asking

questions he full well knows the answer to, but instead she gives a

one shouldered shrug and says, “Well, yeah. You’re my best

friend. Who the fuck else was it gonna be? I guess it’s a bit

odd that you’re a nine hundred and seven year old alien,

wouldn’t have called that in my 7th grade journal, but

I’ve accepted much weirder things at this point.”

The Doctor’s grin settles softly into

a smile, quietly replying, “I do love nothing in the world so well

as you- is not that strange?”

Donna gently elbows him in the side and

admonishes, “What did I say about Shakespeare quotes during serious

conversations?”

“Sorry,” The Doctor says, not sorry

at all. “If it helps, my best friend is an alien that’s not even

half a century old. So young. Pretty freaky if you ask me.”

“Oh for real? Do I know them?”

The Doctor gives Donna an unimpressed

look, but she luckily has had an immunity to all of his Looks from

day one. She bumps his shoulder with her own and says, “Seriously

though, you think I could ever trade seeing galaxies and

bringing hope to people and stopping the forces of evil for what? A

mortgage and office politics? My baseline state traveling with you is

joy. Even the miserable, horrible times aren’t so

miserable and horrible because, on a bone deep level, I’m

deliriously happy. That’s never been true before, and it means the

only way that you’re getting me out of this little blue box is in a

casket. So. You know. Something to think about when you get it in

that messy little head of yours that I’m gonna tell you to sod off

and run away with the nearest 6’ 3” vaguely humanoid person able

to lift me.”

“In my defense you did, in fact, once

tell me to sod off and ran away with a 6’ 3” Tree of Cheem.

Lovely woman by the way, you should’ve kept in contact.”

“It was for a day oh my god

chill out. It’s not our fault that we had better tastes in

amusement parks than you.”

“I see your point. I will…chill

out. And I’m sorry for how, uh,-”

“cloying?”

“overly protective I’ve been

these past weeks. Sometimes I just get so..”

Donna leans against him, pleased when

he leans back, and tells him, “Hey, I get it, I really do. I’m

plenty scared of losing you. Christ, I’ve had plenty of nights

working myself into sleeplessness convinced you’re gonna

ditch me for somebody who’s ‘better’ than me, whatever the hell

that means.”

“I wouldn’t ditch you!”

“I know that. Logically. Just

like you know that I’m not gonna trade you in for a white picket

fence and 2.4 children. Hence why, despite the occasional irrational

actions, I think we should move forward so we can be afraid of real

threats, like the many, many things that try to kill us on a near

daily basis. Speaking of, what thing trying to kill us are we gonna

go barreling into now?”

“I was thinking the mesmerizing

mountains of Yountor. They sing so beautifully as to be rumored to be

populated by angels.”

Donna raises an eyebrow at him. He

continues, “or maybe sirens.”

Sarcastic tone at odds with the grin on

her face, Donna says, “Ah. No way that could backfire. Let’s do

it.”

#replies #nat talks doctor who #nat drabbles #donna noble #ten-out-of-tennant

@brushes-of-sage prompted:

“I’d say just honest to goodness Ten and Donna fluff (or hurt/comfort, like the Doctor is sick or something and channeling his inner whiny child and Donna’s trying get him better whilst staying sane or something - it’s been done before but nothing better than more lol)”

this is...decidedly not that but it IS injured ten and hurt/comfort so close enough? Maybe? Anyway:

The Doctor wakes up with a soft bed underneath him, a sharp pain in his leg, and a hand holding his own. All in all, far from the worst way he’s ever come to. He hopes. Sort of depends on who’s on the other end of that hand, he could potentially be in quite a bit of trouble. Following the arm up, he finds that it’s attached to a rather bleary-eyed Donna. Definitely one of the better outcomes.

#donna noble #nat drabbles #nat talks doctor who #more feelings and nonsense? it's more likely than u think

ten donna prompt where theyve just got back from the tardis after seeing Some Shit. donna is a little shaken, and the doctor is trying to help as best he can.

sorry thi took so long lmao also i didn’t edit because this is full of FEELINGS and editing it would be Too Much anyway have fun

Donna was quiet.Donna had been quiet since she’s gotten back to the Tardis, maybeeven before then, though things had been a bit too chaotic for theDoctor to be able to accurately tell. A deep sense of wrongnesspervaded every cell of his beingas long as the air remained empty, so he tried to fill up the spacewith his own chatter. Pulling at various levers and knobs mostly todo something with the itchy sensation under his skin, he asked, “So,Donna! Where to next? Alien planet? Something historical? A nicecoffee shop? Maybe one of the ones with cats OH I love a good catcafe don’t you? Or are yu not much of a cat person? Well obviouslyyou’re not a cat person,not like those nuns, have I ever told you about those nuns, unlessyou are a cat person,just very well disguised. Donna, you’re not a secret cat person,right?”

#Anonymous #donna noble #nat talks doctor who #nat drabbles

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edSummary: Natasha caught everyone's attention, you caught hers but you're both stuck in relationships that won't last. Loosely based on Dove's Boyfriend

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

TW: Mistreatment, Abuse, Make-out R-16

Theme: Romance

Word Count: 2, 785

Requested by: @natssimpsworld

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