An Abundance Of Oneshots

Jealousy (10)

Request: Deviant_and_Proud

Y/n - your name

A/n - Actor Name (ex: Chris)
A/f/n - Actor Full Name (ex: Chris Hemsworth, no middle names)

Warnings: angst?????? Maybe?????

Notes: tried to leave it open on this one, so the actor is whoever you want -- tried to also avoid pronouns. But since idk who I'm writing, their style of speaking or behavior might be off for who you're thinking of. Sorry :(

He was starting to regret the trip.

It'd seemed like a good idea at the time. You made it sound like a good idea. Or maybe it was just that when you'd asked for a break from the running, the danger, he thought you were leaving him, and literally any other trip sounded better than that.

So when you'd asked to see A/f/n, a favorite actor of yours, how could he say no?

And at first, it'd been wonderful. Traveling with you usually was. He'd taken you to a big red-carpet event, used psychic paper to get the two of you in, and watched the wonder on your face... He'd never get bored of it. Whether you were on an alien planet or examining the fanciest chocolate fountain you'd ever seen, your eyes lit up. You had danced with him on the fancy dance floor, letting him hold you and spin you around the room.

And it was wonderful.

Except now, it wasn't wonderful. Now, at your request, he was standing by the wall while you went up to the actor of your dreams, and he could hardly stand it. He knew you were a fan, he knew you would be excited and he loved that, but he wasn't expecting... He wasn't expecting you and A/f/n to be all over each other.

The Doctor, you see, was in love with you.

He had tried to deny it. After Rose, he thought nobody... But you were so... You had helped him in ways you could never really understand. Rose had torn a hole in both his hearts, Martha called attention to them, Donna taught him how to slap patches over them and live on. But you? You traced your fingers over the scars with feather-gentleness and made him overflow with love.

You took his breath away. You gave him back his drive. When he was at his darkest, a single word from you could drag him gently back into the right, into your arms, and remind him who he was.

And there was no avoiding it or denying it this time. No waiting it out until it didn't matter. It would always matter. He tried looking away and refusing to meet its eyes, but on the day you nearly left him, he was forced to look his feelings in the face and speak their name.

He loved you.

And he decided that you deserved so much better.

But still, something twisted in his stomach when he saw you talking to the actor you admired most. After what felt an eternity, you took a step in his direction -- finally, you could leave--

A/f/n grabbed your wrist to stop you, and all hell broke loose.

•••

You were having a great time on this trip. Seriously. You were over the moon that the Doctor had brought you here, ecstatic and awed, and the night had been sensational. Dancing. Chocolate. You were so happy, and when you were dancing with the Doctor, you were happiest of all. In his arms. Surrounded by him. Safe.

And now you were talking to A/f/n. A/f/n! This was a fantastic night.

And A/f/n, they were... Good. Great! Really kind and sweet and charming. But they weren't the Doctor. And, the more time went on, the more you were realizing that A/f/n was just another person, and the Doctor was so much more, not that you weren't enjoying the conversation, but you were already missing your space man.

"So, you travel?"

"Yeah, with my... Friend." You looked over your shoulder at the Doctor.

Gods, if he kept smiling like that then you were going to have a stroke.

"Friend, hmm?" A/n had a knowing smile on their face. "Normally when I'm talking to a beautiful woman, it's the boyfriend that's burning holes in my skull."

You flushed red. A compliment and the idea of you and the Doctor together? It was almost too much for you. A/f/n laughed at your expression and placed their hand on your arm again. "Well, if he is just a friend, he won't mind if I take you dancing, hm?"

That sounded very fairy-tale. You'd had daydreams like this. But... But you looked back at the Doctor, and realized you'd had your fairy tale dance, and that every moment with the Doctor was your happily ever after, and that even if these feelings were forbidden they were yours and they weren't going away.

You see, you were in love with the Doctor from the very start, and you would stay that way until the very end.

"I'm sorry," you smiled sheepishly. "I really shouldn't."

A/f/n nodded in understanding. "Well, it's been a pleasure, Y/n. I hope to see you again?"

"I'd like that."

You turned to walk back to the Doctor, your Doctor. Just seeing him made you smile. Too bad you didn't even get close -- one step, and something touched your wrist, bringing you to a halt.

"Wait," A/n called. "Here." They pressed a slip of paper into your hand, smiling. "This is my number," they explained. "I'd like it if we were friends."

"Alright," you smiled back, "I'll-"

An unholy crash sounded behind you.

You whirled around, startled, mind instantly flying to the alien threats that seemed to follow you and the Doctor everywhere, and while it was pretty clear that the sound was caused by an alien, it was also pretty clear that the sound was caused by your alien. Your Doctor had knocked over a tray of drinks.

Everyone was so focused on the commotion, nobody cared that the Doctor slipped away, nobody except you.

Nobody cared when you followed him back to the TARDIS.

THIS IS NOT THE END!!!!! If this was the end I'd have botched the request, but I'm writing it and it's getting *super long* and I'm like hmmm I should break this into a second part so I will. Also this means I can get it out sooner, even if it's a week late because I was sick, whoop.

Tell me if you like this so far!

Had a lot of technical difficulties with Wattpad recently? So if any of the editing looks funky, lemme know.

Part two is where the heart of the request is, so stick around! I love you all!!! ❤️❤️❤️