With university starting up for me in just over a week, I’ve decided to make a list of ways to keep your inner little alive while in school, without being super obvious and making others uncomfortable.
🎒 Choose a cute backpack, or add some cute accessories to your bag
🍬 Bring cute snacks, like pocky or goldfish crackers, to snack on when you get hungry
🍼 Use a sippy-like water bottle
💊 Pack cute/patterned bandaids in case you get a booboo (and don’t forget any meds you have to take!)
📚 Decorate your school supplies with stickers!
🐻 Slip a small stuffie, blankie, or paci into your bag so you can use it when no one is around
🍓Pack yourself a cute (and nutritious) lunch to keep your belly full for a long day of studying
✏️ Use pretty pencils and colourful/glitter pens to take notes
🎶 Make a happy little space playlist that you can listen to
🎀 Pick accessories or a hairstyle that make you feel adorable
💧Take time off for yourself! It’s okay to cry if things get a little overwhelming
💟 Talk to your friends, and your caregiver, if you have one
Summary - Nightmares have been plaguing your dreams lately. What could they mean, and what effect will they have on your relationship?
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Warnings - Fluff, angst, cursing, canon-typical violence ie. temporary suicide/death? (I really don’t want to spoil the story, but I want people to know that reader does take her own life. It is non-permanent and is described very briefly, but I don’t want to risk anyone getting triggered.)
A/N - This fic is a part of @torn-and-frayed ‘s Songs of Supernatural Season 1 Challenge! The song I chose was In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida by Iron Butterfly. ‘Ferrum Gloria’ is latin for Iron Butterfly- or at least that’s what google translate told me. Heh. This is the first challenge I’ve ever done, so let me know what you thought!
You weren’t sure how much more of it you could take. You spent too many nights waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing from your dreams. There wasn’t much to them, just darkness and a sense of foreboding. They’d been happening for what seemed like a month now, slowly eating away at you.
What scared you was the fact that lately they’d gotten worse. They began to feel even more real and you couldn’t understand what they meant. Dreams were the brain’s way of dealing with life, right? So what could your dreams possibly be about?
You were glad for the consistency and monotony of daily life to distract you from your situation. You climbed out of your bed slowly, careful not to wake your boyfriend in the process. He grumbled in his sleep at the movement, pulling his pillow in closer to his face before settling with a small soft sigh.