David Tennant one shots

Brendan Block

   A/N: So, I'm back. It's been a good couple months but I feel good about this one so yea. Have fun reading and Enjoy!

  Y/N : Your Name

   The lights flashed in time with the loud booming music as you made your way through the huge mass of bodies covering the dance floor. You really wished that you had never agreed to this bachelorette party but it was your best friends wedding so you were honestly forced to go. It would have been way better if she would have just threw it at her house and ordered some strippers or something.

   Clubs really weren't your thing, never had been. There were just too many bodies swimming around to trashy, too loud music when you'd much rather be sitting on your couch watching some random show on Netflix than being stuffed into the tight, revealing dress and tall, uncomfortable heels that your friends had thrown at you. You felt completely out of your comfort zone and right now all you wanted was to leave.

    So you as traveled through the hot stuffy crowd, with your eyes trained on the exit, you didn't even bother to tell your friends bye. They had left you along time ago anyway.

   You were half-way there before a pair of strong, rough hands stopped you on your journey by wrapping around your waist and pulling you close so you were flush against a hard chiseled chest. You jumped at the unwelcomed touch and looked up to see the face of a young man with a jaw line that could give you a paper cut. You would've been attracted to him if it weren't for the violating touch of roaming hands down your body.

    "Hello doll." he slurred and you smelled the affect the alcohol had on his words before you heard them. The smell was so rough it made you wince. You quickly slapped away his hands and went to leave but his hand encased your wrist and he pulled you back into him, his arms sliding around your body.

   "Care for a dance, doll?" He said leaning in with a lecherous smile. Red hot rage filled your head and you wanted to slap that fucking smile off his smug face but you settled for acting cool and calm and for slipping out of his grasp to turn around. You had dealt with people under the influence of alcohol before and you knew that if you slapped him, there was a chance you could be going home with a shiner tonight and with the wedding tomorrow, you felt it was better to keep your hands to yourself.

    "No thanks!" You called back to him over the loud music, with a fake, polite smile plastered on to your face. You were hoping that he would just give up and leave you alone but all hope diminished when you heard him catching up to you and with a roll of your eyes you turned back around to him and crossed your arms.

   "How about your number then?" he asked, determination shinning in his eyes.

   "Sorry but I can't give you my number." You said, searching your mind for an excuse. You could tell he was the type that didn't take no for an answer.

  "And just why can't you?" He argued with a sly smile sliding onto his features. He took a step closer and you panicked trying to find an excuse. You were just about to open your mouth and speak when you heard a voice beside you answer first.

   "Because," The voice said and you felt an arm slide possessively across your back, pulling you close. Startled and feeling ready to screw it all and slap two idiots tonight, you looked up to the man that had his arm around you. You couldn't really make out his features in the flashes of lights, other than his chestnut brown hair and his dark eyes. However, from what glimpses you could see you gathered that he was gorgeous, he looked way better than jawline over there for sure. "Her boyfriend said so." He said, finishing his sentence and putting an emphasis on the word boyfriend by pulling you even closer and even though he was possibly the most gorgeous human male you had ever seen you couldn't help but roll your eyes that he decided you couldn't handle yourself.