(Gwenvid brainrot, your David, yes I’m in 200000 fandoms. Also, period comfort, cuz I can)

Gwen lied in bed in the counselors cabin, her anxiety pill bottle on the bedside table, she scrolled on her phone, excited to have a moment of peace—Kinda. Her cramps were going haywire and she wasn’t sure this pad would last much longer, but at-least it was nice and quiet and—

”GOOOOOOOODDDDD AFTERNOON GWEN~!!!!

…Awh man.

She sighed.

“…Good afternoon, David.”

She mumbled, dying inside.