Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Eleventh Doctor Imagine

11 x Reader-Rubber Duck

Note: I've been locked from writing stories since yesterday. *cue brain aneurysm* So here is this LATE imagine posted LATE at night because words can not express how sorry I am. I'm also working on a Nick Valentine x Reader for another lovie. Hope this one's good!

Request for: Scarletgrave

Warnings: Boom, none.

11 x Reader

"Y/n!"  You made a small noise in the back of your throat. "Y/n, put the book down and come on an adventure with me!"
"Go yourself." You muttered, while turning a page. "But I need you to stand around and watch me be clever!"
"No!" You groaned, got up, and walked away.

"Fine then!" He called. "Maybe I'll go visit your favorite author!" You gave him a thumbs up and continued walking.

The next day, his plan of ignoring you was no longer satisfactory. He needed you to come with him, nay, apologize for ignoring him. He liked reading with you, but couldn't fathom how you, the most curious girl he had ever met, would deny an adventure. He decided that to get you out, he would need to plan the most amazing, fun, interesting, and crazy, (and perhaps romantic) for you, and you wouldn't hesitate to toss your book in the bin, leap into his arms, and fly off into space and time. One he was done, he wasted little time in barging into your flat.

"Y/n!" You glanced up at him from the pages of the novel. "Hmm?"
"I say, right now, I'll take you to the beginning of the universe, the big bang, the whole dealio, and then I'll take you forward and you can observe the very first human being who ever lived!" He was grinning, absolutely certain that this would work.

"Sorry, doctor. Maybe later?" He threw up his hands and then fixed his bowtie. "Well then." He huffed and stormed out.

The next two days played out in a similar fashion. Every day, he would run in and propose an adventure, each one more fantastic than the last. On the first day, it was having dinner on the titanic. (Pre iceburg, certainly). On the second day, it was solving a murder with the original man whom Sherlock Holmes was based off of. He thought that you would definitely go for that one, but alas, you remained steadfast. On the last day, he walked in, all ready with a travel plan that would cause paradoxes if now executed perfectly, and could likely tear a rift in the space time continuum. He was going to teach you the function of a rubber duck. He walked in and took a deep breath, only to have you hold your finger up. After three more seconds exactly, you slammed the book closed.

"Done!" His face lit up, and he started to explain the adventure, when you stood. "There's a sequel!" As you bounded off into your room, he stomped over at sat with his back to your couch. He was never getting Y/n back. He had lost companions before, definitely, but he was loosing his precious Y/n to a bloody book. You came back out, grinning, and saw him so deflated you sighed. "I've been reading this book for four days," you said carefully, stopping in front of him. "There was a dashing hero, a brave heroine, witty companions and looming doom around every corner. It was an adventure, Doctor. "This book," you tapped it. "Is another. Could be great, could be amazing, could be terrible and sad. Will you read it with me?"

"Y/n....are you asking me on an adventure?"
"......uh-"
"Yes!" He laughed and you smiled. You surprised him by sitting between his legs, and you opened the book. "Okay. Chapter One."

Hours Later

He could read entire libraries in seconds.

He could guess the end of any plot in the realm of fiction.

He saw right through romances and lies.

Still, though, it was more than enough for him to sit behind you and read slowly, along, listen to you gasp and groan and cry out in indignation. It was more than enough to go on an adventure in your living room.

When it finally ended, after several non-consecutive blocks of reading together, you finished the book.

"I can't believe it," you muttered. "The hero was the bad guy all along. I can't...ugh." He smiled. Of course he had known. "Neither can I, I seriously didn't see that coming."
And you knew that he knew, and he knew that you knew that he knew, but you still talked about the book into the wee hours of the morning.

Because adventures are worth talking about.

You spent so much time together, you never did learn the function of a rubber duck, but neither of you were really sorry for that.

Some things are better left to the imagination.