#donna simping

[shortstrawberry]

Was having midnight craving of Donna Beneviento so here's some possessive professor Donna.

Professor Donna sees you being too chatty with a fellow classmate in her class. She's not happy.

Today is a really bad day to have a cold.

You let out another loud sneeze in the class, whispering sorry to your poor seatmates. You just had to have a cold when you had a important test to give in your Botany paper. You look down at your answer sheet. The bubbles you had filled seemed almost blurry, your eyes were just that watery. But you're pretty sure you have done enough to at least pass this exam. Not that you need to worry about that, as you can feel your Botany Professor's worried gaze on you.

Dr. Donna Beneviento. Chef extraordinaire, maker of best hot chocolate, giver of best cuddles. Also your Botany professor. And your girlfriend. Although Donna and you prefer the term "partners" much more. The relationship is that serious afterall.

It's in fact so serious on Donna's part that you know if you decide to quit education and decide to just pursue your lifelong dream of being a potato couch, Donna will happily support it. But no, you also have the lifelong dream to open a florist shop, and so here you are: suffering in a botany test.

"Hey, I have a heatpack. You'll feel good if I put it on your forehead."

You do feel so deathly chill right now, the cough clogging up your lungs for a extra measure. So you nodded at your kind seatmate, letting them take care of you.

You thought your seatmate would just place the heatpack on your forehead and be done with it. But no, they started to pet your head as well, coaxing you to fall asleep.

"Hey, you've done enough. Take a nap. I'll keep watch if Professor Beneviento comes around."

Hearing your partner's name, you immediately realised you've done fucked up. Thing is, Donna can be... Uh...a little possessive.

You heard the sound of pencil snapping from the direction of your girlfriend.

Okay, maybe very possessive.

You looked up at your seatmate, hoping that they'd get the hint to maybe keep their hand away. But no, they made the situation worse, by starting to play around with your hair, and then giving a small forehead massage. Instead of it making you feel good, you just felt more worried.

You could hear the boots of your girlfriend approaching you two.

"I think you should focus on the exam."

Yep, that's Professor Donna's seethingly pissed voice. It's quiet like the icy tundras, but you can feel the anger simmering in it.

The hand that was on her head was immediately off, and soon replaced by the gloved one of your girlfriend.

She petted you quietly, then bent down to whisper directly in your ears.

"Do you need me to take you to the infirmary, cara mia?"

My darling. Donna uses that Italian phrase on you when she wants to stake her claim. Otherwise it's usually dolcezza on most days.

You're now on a precarious situation. If you say yes, surely other students would find it strange that their Professor is showing such favouritism towards you. On other hand, if you say no, Donna would probably get more upset. Donna does not like it when she is denied a chance to take care of you.

And you can just sense just how badly Donna wants to bring you in her arms and feed you her hot chocolate.

Still, you care about your girlfriend's professor reputation more then Donna does. So you shook your head no, quietly croaking out your excuse.

"No... Too tired."

You heard Donna exhale in even more concern. But thankfully she didn't force the issue. Instead, she went ahead and took off her black trenchcoat and draped it on top of you. She petted your head one last time, but you can sense that Donna really wanted to kiss you instead.

She did however whisper certain words in your ear.

"We'll get you home soon, cara mia. And then I'll take care of you."

As you dozed off, you decided that you're really looking forward to Donna's possessive caretaking.

Wanna see the possessive caretaking? Lemme know!

[decaf-mother]

I love being unapologetically a whore for fictional characters.

[shortstrawberry]

THIS THIS THIS!!!

You phrased it so well! Donna really is just a bad day away from snapping! Hell, throughout Donna's route, it felt like one moment off, one more time Cass flirts with MC, Donna is just gonna snap and throw hemlock at Cassandra 🤣🤣

Donna is so intense. Her angry red eyed expression is legit the most lethal one. You see that and you know shit is about to go down. Donna also has serious anger management issues. Or should I say "She suppressed anger for so long and it's gonna be one big firework when it is released" Just imagine if one day Donna loses the tenacious grip she has over her mental sanity. It's going to be cray cray Donna time!

Donna is really one of the most intricate characters written in resident lover and I can go on and on about her. She is also effing hot in her gardener uniform. Donna can step on me anytime.

Thank you for giving us this wonderful analysis @h-doodles You're the best 🥺👏

*banging pots and pans* donna stans. donna stans come get ur fresh hot takes. donna stans!!!!

anyways hee hee thank u once again @zeleneagle for letting me meow so hard!!! truly are an inspiration <3

[simp-ly-writes]

Space Cat

─────── · · A Doctor Who Story (pt.1)

Pairing: 10th Doctor & Cat-Hybrid!Reader, Donna Noble & Cat-Hybrid!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a cat hybrid. How? You have no idea- just like you have no idea how you ended up in what is defiantly not a police station.

─ · · WARNINGS: silliness, bickering and possible non-canon behaviours. eventual x reader

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 772

─ · · A/N: I have had this idea in my head for awhile now.

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You don't know how you ended up as a cat, what deal you must have made with a witch in your past life or contract you signed with an unknown devil yet here you were walking amongst the sea of commuters making their way back home for the day.

With the various heels nearing stomping on your tail, or the dress-shoes you swatted at as they held no concern to step on your paws. You cautiously made your way through the seemingly never-ending crowd. The pads of your feet were burning from the hot pavement, furry skin wet with sweat from this record summers day heat.

Stopping at a street corner, you opened your mouth to ask for help- for guidance only to forget the situation you found yourself in. The people peered down at you, cooing and trying to scratch behind your ears as you swatted their hands away- the hairs on the back of your neck standing up with caution before you darted off for shelter from the heat.

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A few blocks down the line, and a few alleyways passed through as fellow cats tried to communicate with you that you failed to understand. You found yourself walking into a blue structure. Walking back and straining your little neck as far as you could, police was written in large bold letters.

Your body slumps forward in relief as you take refuge on the doorstep, you pray to whoever is listening that someone would allow you into the air conditioned space-

"Oh my GOD, Doctor! Look at this sweetheart here- oh you poor thing," a lady speaks before you. She is already falling down to her knees, palms reaching outwards to greet you.

Standing up cautiously, you press yourself further towards the door emitting a pitiful meow as her coo's only increase. "It probably has rabies, best we leave it to its own device-" Your head snaps over, eyes narrowing at the man that protests your possible sanctuary.

You take in his lanky form, the oversized jacket he wears paired with converse and a brown suit. His hair nearly matches your raised fur as you are scooped up into the red-haired woman's embrace as she starts to stroke the hair on your back.

This feels quite nice actually, you think to yourself- allowing your limbs to go weak as you fall into her embrace emitting a few quiet purrs. You can hear her smile as she confidently walks up to the door, keys already in hand and a gust of cold air has you forming a smile- point teeth poking out as the man wags his finger in horror.

His eyes catch your own, his narrowed, finger now pointed in between your eyes with an accusatory manner. If he places that finger any closer- I may just have to bite it, yet the woman seems already ahead of you. Swatting his hand away with a scoff.

"Donna..." the Doctor warns, "...I don't trust these... these things!" he outbursts, standing tall with his head raised. His glare never ceases as you match his own, claws starting to dig into Donnas clothing.

"I swear you say that about every creature, I mean, look at the size of..." Donna looks down at you, your scowl now directed at her as she snaps her head right back up, "...them. Worst they could do is scratch up that already ugly face of yours-"

"My face is not ugly, I have heard quite the contrary in fact-"

"Well the fact is, I'm the married one right?"

"... I guess? But thats besides the point!"

Your head snaps back in forth as the bicker at one another, their voices only raise as your ears start to ring. You try and wiggle your paws to cover them as Donna fumbles to keep you in place. You end up landing on your feet, now free to take in what was definitely not a Police Box.

The high ceilings catch you by suprise, matched with the warm lighting of a hundred lightbulbs illuminating the space. Narrow hallways dart off in all directions as you peer down from the stage you are set on before backing away and into the back of the Doctor leg as he taps his foot in warning.

You raise your clawed paw, ready to retaliate as he crouches down next you you, flicking your head with a warning look in his eyes. "Now don't you start to, little thing. I know what you really are."

Your heart stops in that moment, paw falling to the ground as your eyes widen... well shit.

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─ · · A/N: asks are open!

(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) ... (pt.6) (pt.7) you are here

[junespriince]

Wally: alright let's get back to talking about my boyfriend.

Donna, tired of this man: nobody was talking about him!

Wally: which is why I'm trying to get that ball rolling. *Speed grabs Dick, smiling* how does he look? Beautiful right?

Donna: stop being a simp for him for one minute!

Wally: NEVER!

First part from this

[the-girl-in-the-high-castle]

I'm watching Suits in the year of our lord 2024 (soon to be 2025), and there might me extreme levels of a man being obsessed with a woman out there, but I don't think anyone or anything can beat the level of codependency and obsession of Harvey Specter. That man cannot exist and breathe without Donna.

He dreams of her being in bed with another man and wants to destroy that man's life and everyone else's involved in between because of a fucking dream.

He gets panic attacks because she moved to work down the hall.

Like, get your shit together, man.

But you do love to see it, though.

[shortstrawberry]

I'm sure Donna can make soil smell hawt. I shall still simp for her. And rub coconut oil on her dry skin.

this is sooooo not important but it's important TO ME. i've seen folks mention that donna must smell like flowers working in a flower shop all day, and that would be true if she were manning the front of the shop and making bouquets, but as we see her in her route she's almost always in the nursery and as someone who worked a greenhouse job and now gardens, can confirm she would actually just smell like sweat and wet dirt mostly lmao like she finishes work and she isn't fresh and flowery, she's covered in sweat because it's fucking hot back there for the plants and she has soil smeared all over her and her skin itches because working with plants leads to dry skin and exposure to spores and mold and she honestly just wants to have a shower and sleep for 8 hours after that

[undertheredhood]

jason after meeting roy as the red hood: what are you doing here? aren’t you one of dick’s loser simps or something?

[muffinsin]

The alpha!donna snippet was in the first chapter when it mentions Donna being an alpha who could disguise her scent and pass as a beta.

Please feed us

PLEASE

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM US???

(the us being the 3 Donna simps)

First chapter of what? Are you certain I’m the one who wrote this, I don’t normally write multiple chapters and only rather little of Donna?🙇‍♀️👀 I’d be happy to write some more on her! It’d be helpful if you could share the link to the post you’re referencing though, or the Masterlist it’s found on (assuming it’s under Donna’s category?👀) Thanks! :)

[makeithappenandreal]

Ok hear me out on this- the scene where the Doctor is reunited with Rose after she gets from the parallel world. The Doctor sees Rose after Donna hints at it and both he and Rose run towards each other and gets shot by the Dalek.

Now imagine that scene with Aziraphale and Crowley post season 2.

With Muriel in the place of Donna and Metatron in the place of the Dalek lol.

[salvatorres]

I got a req for more f!bun/Henry posts....so here's some pics from Pinterest that catch their dynamic with Winter(f!)Bunny. (I have a whole collection of these and probably won't ever run out....)

Ft rome. The worst vacation 😔😔😔

(Them just hanging out in a forest would be a Henry thing to do)

(This made me giggle)

[kaistrashbin]

Me sittin' back knowing I've got an atom bomb of a Donna drawing in my wips thanks to @atropalugosi 's amazing brain

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

i think we need to discuss how NO ONE thought to tell me

[simp-ly-writes]

Space Cat

─────── · · A Doctor Who Story (pt.6)

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Cat-Hybrid!Reader, Donna Noble & Cat-Hybrid!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are a cat hybrid and are trying to learn more about yourself and your people with the help of the relationships you had been forming. But just at the tease of something more you find yourself more lost than ever.

─ · · WARNINGS: tension, angst and fluff, confessions, fast-paced, possible non-canon behaviours.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,457

─ · · A/N: took me awhile to figure what I wanted to do with this story, but I hope you all enjoy! let me know what you want to see next :)

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Spoons clinked against the antique china tea cups. Small swirling floral designs in a faded blue underglaze decorated them as you brought the drink up to your lips- coughing down a piping hot sip.

No one had spoken besides Donna who had tried to initiate conversation several times and had failed too. Now an awkward silence filled every molecule in the room as you and the Doctor exchanged glances before Donna's chair was screeching against the tiles- she had had enough.

"You both were making such good process with one another, what should change now?"

"Well when you adopt a pet, you expect them to stay a pet-no? Not some now humanoid-pet-"

"Oi! Who do you think you are calling a pet, Space-boy?" You fire back, an accusatory point you send between his eyes.

Donna shook her head as you two began bickering at one another, in one of her wildest dreams, she would have thought this to be splendid. Her two friends chatting amongst one another in a common language besides a few well-phrased meows against intense British noises; but now it was grinding more than her repetitive footsteps around the room.

"Enough you two! Doctor- you practically keep us humans as pets for your adventures. Whats anymore different then you an alien, to another alien that just-so-happens to turn into a cat instead of a new version of themselves?" Donna takes a deep breath before facing you, her own pointed-figure getting back at your prior actions.

"And you! You cannot speak about becoming a pet while you openly accepted his and mines affection as any other cat-like creature would. Why can't we all just get along? We can just communicate better now- thats the only real difference." Donna concludes, out of breath with her hands on her hips as her eyes dart between the two of you expectedly.

You narrow your eyes into slits while looking at the Doctor as he sends you the same look. You both know what Donna is asking you to do but you both cannot formulate the courage to speak all that goes unspoken.

"Your egos will be the death of us all," Donna curses out before downing the rest of her tea. The cup hitting the table with such might you were surprised it didn't at least crack. Her chair slides against the tiled floors before she exits the room and out down the hall.

The Silence is sickening as Donnas words weigh down all the air as you start to pick out your skin and play with the hair atop your head for comfort. "You know, I rather enjoyed having some... thing that gave me somewhat unconditional, pure love. That spent time with me without understanding the repercussions, without understanding the outstanding politics of it all. I liked how you would just sit there with me, listen to me rant, follow me around like a shadow, comfort me without the burden of someone bringing it up later to use against me..."

You swear to see his eyes becoming foggy as you tentatively reach over and press a hand to his knee in offering, he rests his hand on top of yours as you both allow the words to breathe new air into the space.

"I was so lost... " you started, eyes now sinking into the remaining tea leaves at the bottom of your now empty cup. "I don't understand how I got to the place I am, I was always running and changing into different versions of myself that I didn't know were connected. I thought I was losing myself, going insane- I was a cat for fucks sake! I was desperate for help, for an answer, for... for comfort. I was scared for so long..."

You emit a shaky breath, if you were back in your cat form you would feel your ears pressing against your head, your spine shrinking into itself as your claws dug into your thighs. You were both hurting the already delicate play of your hearts intertwining, wanting what was there but now ultimately knowing that it had becoming tainted- changed.

But just as you raised your knees to press against your chin, the familiar scent of coffee caressed by the hit of otherworldly that make your nose twitch- arms wrapped around your form. A heavy coat of warmth and comfort as his chin rested against the top of your head. The dull hum of the fridge in the background reminded you of a purr as you both sat there and cried for your old selves for being lost and having to pick up the pieces of yourself.

You both were starting for the beginning once again, it pained you to be there again- it discouraged you both from trying but as the minutes ticked over the hour. You found how much more it hurt to be away from him, your body beckoned to be near his touch. Your ears strained themselves to hear him call after you, to join him and fall asleep in his lap, fingers caressing your spine. And by the exhale of the Doctor when you picked up his hand and compared it to the size of your own before interlacing your fingers; you knew that he felt the same way to.

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Some time later... Donna smiled as she watched you follow the Doctor around and equally as the Doctor followed you around different planets to historic monuments. You both practically hung off one another, gripping the mans arm, or his arm around your waist as he practically carried you down a different street.

We can't be friends anymore, Donna sarcastically told herself as you relaxed, head resting on the Doctors lap as he read through a book, fingers scratching your scalp. You and the Doctor appeared closer than ever these days after the discovery, so much so that the Doctor began to adopt your cat-like mannerisms. Tilting his head with curiosity or playful teasing. Often found taking short naps beside you which startled her the most one day, she really did think you both were dead the first time she saw it happen.

You would shift back into your cat-form every now and then, often found lounging on the console as the Doctor worked around you, flicking your forehead in annoyance when you toyed on his patience. Loving the reactions you stirred out of the time lord. Yet he never snapped at you, just a light scolding or he would chase you off into another room before returning to his work.

In some ways, Donna was starting to feel left out, like a third wheel as you both worked seamlessly together. She had never seen the Doctor look happier... but how long could it last for?

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"I've been thinking, Doctor..." you began, playing with the buttons of his jacket as he hummed out, still tinkering under the console giving you part of his attention.

"What's on your mind, kitty-cat?" His voice echoed with a playful light as you cautioned him to watch for the fire- and there goes a scream. You rolled your eyes before stretching up to your full height, offering him a hand up as you wiped his face clean from the smoke.

"I have been doing some more research on my kind, I know that I can't go and see them... but something did pique my interest..." you trail off, cheeks beginning to warm as you cautiously choose your next words. You took in his raised eyebrow and blow out hair that made your heart race, your hands began to fidget before he picked up your left one, giving it a squeeze in reassurance.

"You said that we bonded, which is great- you smell really good-" The Doctor chuckles at his shaking his head as you grIp his other hand and pull him closer to you with excitement, your eyes are so wide, brimming with ideas.

"- but that's besides the point! There are many types of bonds in my peoples culture, so it wouldn't affect ours, but if I bonded with someone else I could go and meet people like me. I could even try and find who my parents are, see if I have any siblings, oh! I would also love to..."

You keep rambling, not feeling how the Doctor slowly releases his touch for you as he takes a step back. He starts to shake his head, trying to physically clear away all the dark thoughts that swarm his mind, everyone always ends up leaving you in some way...

Donna had been observing the whole interaction form afar, worried eyes catching your bright smile that slowly fades as you gage the mood of the room.

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(pt.1) (pt.2) (pt.3) (pt.4) (pt.5) ... (pt.6) (continued on ao3) you are here

[junespriince]

Princely Whelmed au

Dick: But I am leaving soon for *insert Kori's kingdom i haven't named yet*

Wally, pissed: and that's not far enough!

Wally: do you think there is a corner of this earth, that you could travel to, far away enough to free me from this torment?

Wally: I am a gentleman. My mother (iris) raised me to act with honor, but that honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment I spend in your presence.

Wally: you are the bane of my existence, the man of all my desires. I love you.

Dick: Sir West... I-I,*thinking real hard about his father wanting him to marry Kori for kingdom biz, but then again he played dead to get out of royal biz sooooo* I love you too... let's run away, Tim wanted the kingdom anyways!

Wally: finally!