Doctor Who Oneshots

Blood on the TARDIS...(Tenth Doctor and reader i guess)

THIS STORY IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS.
IF YOU ARE A GUY, I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS, FOR YOUR OWN BENEFIT.

SERIOUSLY. YOU WILL BE SCARRED IF YOU READ THIS (IF YOU'RE A GUY WHO DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS STUFF).

SO, IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE SCARRED FOR LIFE, LEAVE!

THIS IS ALSO RATED PG-13 FOR TALK ABOUT BABIES AND GIRL STUFF...
PARENTS STRONGLY CAUTIONED...
You have been warned...
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Anyyway, this is just a quicky oneshot that I felt like writing WHEN I SHOULD BE STUDYING FOR FINALS AAACK. Oh well. The Doctor is more important (but shhh don't tell my parents).
Anyyyway...if you haven't figured the prompt out already, girls, you will soon.
I hope this amuses you. :D it will amuse me to write it.
Enjoy.

*Reader's POV*

Oh, you have got to be kidding me, I thought as I looked through my bag I had packed with clothes (and toiletries, and my phone, and my laptop-hey, I need Netflix, okay?!). I did not find what I was looking for. Why did I have to run out of those here, of all places?

With an alien guy who didn't seem to know the first thing about teenage girls-and their multiple puberty disadvantages?!

I sighed. Maybe the TARDIS could supply me some of those girl things? I tried thinking and wishing really hard. No? Okay. Are you on your period too, TARDIS? You feeling a bit grumpy? The TARDIS seemed to angrily hum in answer, as if to say, "I have been piloted by an alien man for 900+ years, do you think I can give you pads?!"

I hung my head low, knowing that I had to ask the Doctor to make a quick stop on Earth at a drugstore.

There would be questions. So many questions. "Why, what do you need?" And "can't the TARDIS give you what you need?"

Well, I thought to myself, time to face the music.

I (tried to) casually walk into the TARDIS console room, where the Doctor, in his long brown coat and blue suit, fidgeting with buttons and levers and switches. It was a random (and embarrassingly weird) thing to think, but he was kind of really hot when he was fixing or messing with the TARDIS. Not now, (Y/N), I thought. Now is definitely not the time to develop a super-crush. Not at this time of month.

"Morning, Doctor." I said. "What's the plan for today?"

He looked up at me, smiling. Oh, that cute little smile. "I thought we'd go to the beach or something today. Hopefully to just relax for once."

"Great." I replied, trying not to express how not-great that would be for me today. Guess I have to get tampons.

As I was trying to gather up the courage (and the right wording) to ask the Doctor if we could stop and get my feminine products, he asked, "(Y/N), are you alright? You don't seem in such a good mood as you usually are-"

"I'm fine, why do you say that?" I snapped. Whoops. So it's one of those emotions today. Great. Perfect.

The Doctor held up his hands in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! You're just usually pretty perky and ready to go at this point-"

"Like I said, I'm fine!" I tried to sound "perky", but it didn't work out too well; I guess the saying is true- when a girl says she's "fine" she most certainly is not.