like i said i have fever

You Give Me Fever

Newt Scamander x reader
Warnings: fevers, slight angst
#22 “You’re warm.”
#44 “It’s starting to kind of hurt my heart that you don’t say I love you back.” (I changed it a bit)
Requested by @awesomenessfeet

It started when Newt collapsed.

“Newt!” you screamed, rushing over to him. He rolled over on the ground.

“‘M fine,” he slurred, attempting to rise, only to stumble into you. His beautiful eyes found your face. “Y/N, you’re so pretty.” You blushed, but still noticed the sheen of sweat covering his neck and face.

“And I think you have a fever,” you said, pulling him up, while simultaneously laying a hand to his forehead. “I thought so. You’re really hot.”

“You’re warm,” Newt said, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I like that you’re warm. Makes me feel warm.”

“Newt, of course you feel warm; you’re burning up,” you sighed, realizing that you had two options. One, Apparate with him to his bedroom and risk potential splinching, or two, lug him up the ladder and out of the suitcase all on your own. In a split second of potentially poor judgement, you screwed up your face and felt the suffocation of Apparation, Newt clutching at your waist. You tried to lay him down, but he kind of just flopped down onto the bed, giving you a dopey grin.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” he said dreamily.

“That’s very nice, but you need to get your pajamas on, and I’m not doing that for you,” you said, turning your back on him, allowing for him to change.

“You’re so kind. And beautiful. Gosh, I love you, Y/N.” You became a statue. He couldn’t have meant it, right? “I’m in my pajamas, Y/N! Should I get under the covers?” You turned back to a thankfully-clothed Newt (well, you were mostly thankful).

“Yes? Yes! I will get a cold cloth for your forehead,” you declared, slightly flustered. You whipped out your wand and quickly conjured up a washcloth, soaked it, then laid it on Newt’s forehead.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. Now, try to get some sleep,” you said, looking at the delusional man that you were so helplessly in love with.

“You know, it kind of hurt my heart when you didn’t say I love you back,” you heard him say, and your heart shattered. You wanted to say it back with your entire being, but you were sure that it was the fever talking, so you left without a word.


A couple hours later, you heard him start to wake up. Inhaling deeply, you entered the room,  hoping that he was once again in his right mind.

“Newt?” you asked tentatively, perching on his bed. You laid your hand on his cheek to check his temperature,  and relaxed when it was normal.  You started to move your hand when Newt grabbed it.

“Y/N?” he asked, sitting up slowly, still holding your hand. You forced the blush down and gave him a curious look. “Why didn’t you say it back?”

You were afraid of this.

“Because I… I knew it was the fever talking. I couldn’t give myself that false hope,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“Why would- I don’t- Y/N, I love you.” You were so taken aback by this that you fell off of the bed.

“And you decide to tell me when you’re half mad?” you nearly shrieked. He looked ahead blankly. “What?”

“You still haven't…” he trailed off, then switched his gaze to you, looking a little broken.

Then it clicked.

“How could I not love you? Of course I love you! You just happen to have the worst timing in the world!” you rambled. A small smile lit up Newt’s face. “Not to mention, I can’t even kiss you right now because you have a fever!” Newt seized you.

“If you get sick, I’ll take care of you.”

I woke up Sunday morning and rolled over to look at Stacy, like I have been doing every morning for so many years and plan to keep doing every morning for the rest of my life. She was reading the news. She’s always reading the news when I wake up. I could tell by the huge red font on her laptop screen that something bad had happened, and when she noticed I was awake, she tilted her computer away from me.

“What happened?” I asked.

She kissed my forehead and said, “Your fever is back.”

“But what happened?” I asked again.

She didn’t answer right away. She rested her cool hand on my hot cheek. And then she told me 20 people had been killed in a shooting at a gay nightclub in Orlando. That’s all she knew, that’s all anyone knew. 20 dead gay and trans people who’d been out dancing, celebrating Pride.

Stacy was right that my fever was back. I’d been fighting a cold for a week and I’d clearly lost the battle. She kissed me again and got up and got dressed and went out for supplies. She knew what I needed without me having to ask. She’s nursed my terrible immune system through plenty of colds and flus and fevers. Lemon-lime Gatorade only. When I woke up again, 50 gay and trans people had been pronounced dead.

Stacy and I spent the majority of our first date at a gay bar in New York City, out until 4:00 a.m. talking about our hopes and dreams and fears and favorite TV. And sports. The Miami Dolphins. Skins, mostly. Naomi and Emily. This new thing called Pretty Little Liars. We’d been shooed away from a press event by the NYPD and we found ourselves in the back of a cab together, hardly knowing each other, feeling like maybe we should find out more, like maybe this was our one chance. So we went a gay bar to sit in a corner and talk quietly, while people decked out in rainbows and glitter danced around us, all night long. Neither of us are loud places people; neither of us like crowds. Something drew us to that bar that night, though. Something about the safety of being with our brothers and sisters, our people, while this fragile, hopeful, unspoken thing buzzed between us.

The Orlando narrative was always going to take the form of Islamophobia, as soon as it was clear Omar Mateen wasn’t white. It was always going to take the form of hundreds of politicians erasing “LGBT” from the conversation to exploit our pain. Donald Trump was always going to find a way to congratulate himself for it, to double down on his racism and xenophobia, to appeal to fear to fear to fear, always to fear. (The irony of convincing straight white people they’re the ones at risk when nearly all the victims of the hate crime were gay and trans Black and Latino people.) It was always going to be a chance for the NRA to claim they’re the ones under attack.

But we know the truth: The shooting at Pulse happened because religious conservatives all over the world, and especially here in the United States – where this murderer was born and raised – have been scapegoating gay and trans people for decades, twisting the words of their religious texts to claim authority from gods for persecution and oppression. They have denied us our rights to marriage, to fair employment and housing. They have called us pedophiles and deviants, have taken away our children and separated us from our families. They have called for our execution, and recently. You remember Ted Cruz’s pastor who said LGBT people are “pawns of Satan” and lobbied for our death. That was November, six months ago. They have fought to keep our stories off of TV and out of movies, to have our books banned from libraries, and to boycott the businesses that would dare to treat us with respect.

The shooting at Pulse happened because millions of people have been taught to fear this one thing:

A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning with a fever, and her instinct in that moment was to shield her partner from horrific news. For three minutes, maybe. Or even just thirty seconds. Not to reach for her partner for comfort. Not to pierce the quiet morning with a howl of rage. A woman in New York City saw her partner wake up on Sunday morning and her impulse was love. Love for another woman. Love.

Stacy brought me my favorite popsicles in order of the way I like to eat them: cherry, then grape, then orange. “Try to at least eat three crackers,” she said.

And that’s why 50 people died.

Do you ever think...

I wonder how many times Brendon has come across a joke, one that would make Ryan laugh. Not like a small bit but really laugh. I wonder how often Ryan might say something Brendon always said and have a small pain in his chest. I wonder how many times Brendon went to share something and Ryan’s name popped up and how much that hurt Brendon. I wonder how often Ryan will listen to Pretty. Odd. or A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out and just listen to Brendon sing or even the newer stuff. I basically wonder how often they’re reminded of each other platonic of not.

period cramps

like every woman gets at that moment where their period cramps are so overwhelming and you just cry and move around on ur bed like a snail

the thought that these cramps we get every month are a blessing is kinda beauts

Abu Hurairah also reports that Allah’s Messenger, peace be upon him, said: “For every misfortune, illness, anxiety, grief, or hurt that afflicts a Muslim -even the hurt caused by the pricking of a thorn - Allah removes some of his sins.” Ibn Mas'ud said: “I visited the Messenger of Allah, peace be upon him, while he had a fever. I exclaimed: ‘O Messenger of Allah! You have a high fever! ’ He said: 'My fever is as much as two among you [might have]. ’ I asked: 'Is it because you have a double reward?’ He replied: 'Yes, that is right. No Muslim is afflicted with any hurt, even if it is no more than the pricking of a thorn, but Allah wipes off his sins because of it and his sins fall away from him as leaves fall from a tree’." 

so yeah, may that awfull pain be the reason why your sins fall away ladys

Weird four am fever dream stuff?

I had like some weird Guzma head canon ideas/dream thing while I was trying to fall asleep @ four am like, Guzma making his grunts go places in pairs so they don’t get lost they gotta have a buddy at all times if they not in a group. Also idk but also thought of Guzma giving his grunts a talk about safe sex?? Like he was doing that thing where u put a condom on a banana to show how to put one on and he said some shit like “Ok I’m using a banana because I am sure you kids don’t want your boy wiping his dick out.’ idfk but also Plumeria helped with the safe sex talk too n stuff. It was weird.

Another thing was Guzma having to help his Grunts with different problem’s like one of em was gay but nervous to tell his crush his feelings and Guzma noticed him being all weird an he just ‘Do ya like that guy kid?’ and he just ‘WHAT NO-’ but they ended up having a talk and Guzma ended up convincing him to just say his feelings and he did and it went all good cause the other grunt liked him back and they became a couple.

The other one I really remember too was Guzma having to deal with one of his grunts self harming? He wasn’t pissed off he was just worried and they had a long talk and it was all emotional n stuff? Just reassuring her it was ok and that the team skull fam is there for her? And just be careful n stuff. He gave her one of his bracelets to tug on or snap if she felt like she needed to cut again.

And the last thing I remember before I had to get up was the two Gay grunts where older and gonna get married and they invited everyone in team skull to their wedding and they were worried that Guzma wasn’t gonna show up for some reason but of course he showed up to his kids wedding, he was very proud and the wedding went great.


REQUESTED BY ANON: Hi! Can you write something where Cas has to take care of Sam and Dean’s teenage sister (like 15-ish?) while she’s really sick with a fever and Sam and Dean are away on a hunt? Thank you!

Having to take care of an urgent hunt, Sam and Dean has to rush away while you are sick. Usually, even sick, you can take care of yourself, but this time you are really too sick. They had to ask Castiel to watch over you, and simply watch you and if something happens, to call them.
“I’m not sure if I can” Castiel said to Dean looking at you laying on your bed.
“Don’t worry Cas” Dean told him “she just need some sleep and Sam let you some food for her that you only have to put in the microwave. I showed you how it work. She’s fifteen, it’s not the first time she’s sick”.
Dean enters your room and checks your temperature with his hand. He sighs seeing that you are still very hot.
“How is she?” Sam asked entering.
“She’s not better”.
“That’s why I brought her pills and water, she knows how to take them”.
Dean passes a hand in your head “rest well, kid”.
Sam kisses your head and walks out, followed by Dean.

Castiel watches you sleep with a frown on his face, wondering if it is normal for you to sleep for all this time.
You finally wake up, groaning as you lay on your stomach.
“(Y/N)?” Castiel walks up to your bed “how are you feeling?”
“M’fine” you groaned “where’s Sam and Dean?”
“Your brothers were called for an urgent hunt, they had to leave”.
“Oh, okay” you see the pills and water on your night table “oh… at least I have my drugs”.
You sit up and take the pills. You wish you weren’t sick so you could have helped your brothers on the hunt.
“Ugh, I feel like shit” you whined laying back down.
“Can I do anything to help you?”
“Well, if you had your mojo I would… but you can’t… I just need some rest, Cas… thanks”.
“Dean said you have to eat” Castiel said “I will get you a meal”.
“Nah… I’m not hungry”.
“Sam insisted that you eat well. He said it is very important”.
Ignoring your whining, Castiel goes in the kitchen and repeats the step Dean showed him to heat up the soup. Once it is done, he brings it up to you, but you really don’t want to eat it. Castiel never saw you sick, hurt, yes. Though, showing how weak you can get makes you feel ashamed and you want to show how strong you are.
“Please, I don’t want you to get worse, (Y/N)”.
“I’ll just throw it out anyway” you refused once again.
“At least eat half?” Dean suggested.
“Ugh… I guess Dean told you to saw that… come on”.
You grab the bowl and eat half, like Castiel said.
“Here” you hand it to him and lay back down, sleep coming fast.
“Rest well” Castiel said leaving the room.

I saw a post that said “If Maria Reynolds had approached Aaron Burr it would have ended in divorce papers not an affair.”
(Which is like not true, I mean there’s Theodosia and Aaron Burr was a known womanizer but okay)
But then again Aaron Burr was faced with a similar situation. He was approached by not a married woman, but a widow who had just lost her husband and one of her sons to Yellow Fever. She sought out Burr for legal help, her husband’s death had not only left her with no estate but also without custody of her only surviving son. She was also a very beautiful widow. She was pretty well known and even just after her husband died men were already lining for a chance with her.
But Burr did pretty much the opposite of pursuing her. She help her get her husbands estate back and custody of her son (she was so grateful she wrote Aaron Burr down as the guardian of her son if something ever happened to her) not only did he do that for her, he also introduced her to a man he was friends with who had noticed the widow, but was too shy to approach her. she would later marry the man Aaron Burr introduced her to.
Who was that man?
James Madison.
Yep, Dolley Madison was hella tight with Aaron Burr.

Went to a birthday party for my former boss’ son who turned 1 yesterday! It’s crazy I feel like I was just there for her shower, and now he’s 1. At the end when he was opening presents, the very last present was a sign from “mommy and daddy” and it said “BIG BROTHER”!! They’re having another baby and that’s how they announced it. It was really cute and I’m so happy for them. They really struggled to conceive their first babe and I know they wondered if they’d ever have more kids.
In other news, I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to TTC/be pregnant again (what’s wrong with me lol) and that did not help!

Sick Day Starters
  • "I can't go to work today. I'm sick."
  • "Can you make me some soup?"
  • "My throat hurts."
  • "My head hurts."
  • "Do I have fever?"
  • "I can't breath."
  • "I'm going to the doctor at 1."
  • "I'm going to the hospital."
  • "They said I have to stay in the hospital. I have pnuemonia."
  • "Don't come over. I have the flu."
  • "My nose is so stuffy."
  • "Don't make fun of me for sounding like a Who!"
  • "Can you stay and take care of me?"
  • "Will you cuddle with me? I promise not to get you sick."
  • "Ew get away from me! Sicko!"
  • "Cover your mouth."
  • *coughs*
  • "I'm going to sit in my bed all day and watch old cartoons. Want to join me?"
  • "Can you take me to the doctor?"
  • "I told you not to go play in the snow. I told you that you'd get sick."
  • "I should have never went outside. I knew I'd get sick."
  • "I'll make you some soup."
  • "How does the soup taste?"
  • "I can't keep anything down."
  • "I threw up."
  • "I just want my mom/dad to be here."
  • "I'm not contagious."
  • "It's just allergies."
  • "I don't want to get a shot in the ass."
  • "You're going to get sick if you stay here with me."
baby fever?

I think I could over look the toddler thing if I could actually do shit with my baby. Like, idk is it just me?? Like I know I’ve said this before but if we have a jogging feature, okay let me take the baby for a stroll too. We have a whole ass nanny, for a child that does not even move from its crib. I want the pregnancy to have different maternity clothing. Maybe even go to a breathing class in Spa Day? Or idk Get Together where they have clubs. Like, baby showers for Get Together would have been amazing. Or at least let me change what my baby will wear, let me see them grow hair and get bigger as they days go on. EA could have did so much more than this half asses stagnant baby they done gave me with a dollar store diaper on, miss me with the bull.

”The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?”

(Sufjan Stevens- Fourth of July)

I was jamming out to Sufjan Stevens and Fidds singing sad songs while playing his banjo is what came to mind.

all-my-lovely-fics  asked:

Komamiki, Tokomaru and Naegiri ? :)

Komamiki: 7. (I like it, would read a fanfic with them if it was well written.)

I ship Nagito with almost everything (poor son) but this pairing is one of the cutest for me. Their relationship would be really interesting and supportive!! Plus, they have some minor interactions that are kind of cute too. I’d like it more but… well, Mikan was kind of harsh to Nagito during Chapter 3′s trial (Despair fever, pls) and I can’t forgive that haha. Besides, during Kibou-hen they didn’t have the best interactions (maybe Nagito still remembers what she said while being on despair? Who knows), that’s just so sad…

Tokomaru: 9. (I REALLY like this ship and it should be/is canon!)

Can’t believe I am rating it like this haha. It was pretty hard for me to accept it since I am a huge TogaFuka shipper (it was the first DR pairing I liked, I won’t give it up). However, the whole development during AE made me love them SO MUCH. They’re a great team, their evolution is just perfect and… it must be canon!!!

Naegiri:  9. (Again)

I love them SO MUCH and… they’re canon, sorry. As I said with Toukomaru, I really appreciate development and… We have so much Naegiri! They kept growing even after the game was over and I don’t get how there’re people out there who don’t see how perfect this ship is. It gives the feels during Mirai-hen, (I still cry thinking about that, omg). The thing is: Naegiri is based on trust, and that’s what perfect relationships are built with :3

-Send me a ship

anonymous asked:

Heeelp me my whole life I've said "fuck having kids" right but I have baby fever so bad rn. .-. And like my fiance and I could afford one.. and we have already bought a house.. so we're stable... but.. i just.. don't know if we're ready yet? But I want a child ._. But like once we decide to have one there ain't no going back soo... idk.. help me mama hen I'm so indecisive

I always vote no kids because I don’t want kids myself (lol). That being said, I get baby fever too from time to time. Think about this though, you have to change your entire life. You can’t just get up and go anymore, everything revolves around your child now. Everything changes. Your life. Your finances. Your relationship with your fiance, family, friends, etc. No more alone time for an extremely long time. They need diapers, they need books, they need medical care, they need help with their homework, they need gas money….That baby grows up. That is another human being you have to take care of, watch, nurture, teach, pay for, etc. for the reat of your entire life until you die or until you are so old that they have to now take care of you. One day that baby will be 7, 12, 16, 22…. and they will always forever depend on you in some way. Financial, emotional, whatever. Not to mention all the defects that can happen at birth. Are you prepared for the possibility of physical or mental disability?

And those are only a FEW things you have to really think about.

I know this seems very intense but bringing a human into this world is intense. I’m extremely passionate about people being fully committed and prepared before they have a child. I hope my over intensity helps you see whether you’re really ready for a child or if its just some baby fever. ❤

Last night, my husband prayed over me before we went to sleep.

I was dizzy, my head was pounding, my body was aching, my throat was swollen, and I had a high fever. I was restless and in so much pain.

In the middle of J’s prayer, he said, “In Jesus’ name, I ask that you heal my wife completely. You have healed her before, and I pray that you would do it again.”

And all I could do in my weakness was nod and whisper, “Yes, Lord.” 

And I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest, most loved girl in the entire world at that moment. That the Lord has healed me twice, and that I know He will do it again. That I have a husband who watches as I go through difficult seasons of sickness and come out healed, and that he cares about me enough to remember those big moments. My victories are his. And his are mine. And together, we know that the Lord is going to do great things in our lifetime, again and again. 

I woke up this morning still sick, but feeling 100 times better, and the first words from my lips were thank you, Jesus. Praise the Lord for his goodness.

post a song that reminds you of your muse and then tag 6 people whose songs you want to see.

Tagged by: @scytheforhire

Tagging: @princesspuppeteer @murhaprinsessa @cfdualities @comonosehaceelpan

[ Love and fever by Kenshi Yonezu ]

The things I liked became less and less,
And the things I hated grew more and more
I watched the clouds from the window,
And I watched people’s backs…

There was more and more I wanted to say,
But more and more that I didn’t
As the sky got dirty, I watched it;
It would always turn to night…

Since I can’t go anywhere, what will you do with me?

Succumbing to dizziness, I dreamed,
A daydream with everything crammed in;
My desire to love, my desire to be loved,
I stuffed it all in, until I was empty…

I came to learn more and more,
But forgot just as many things
As the bus rattled, I looked outside;
What are you capturing with your camera?

“Keep it a secret, okay?” “Promise me?”
Even with those, I’ll someday be alone
Suddenly, a button was torn off;
It would always turn to night…

If you saw a couple like this, what would you do?

The slightest lies caused an inflammation;
I’ve long been afflicted by what feels like a fever
My desire to love, my desire to be loved…
I can’t let them go, and ask forgiveness…

I didn’t want anyone to hate me,
So I was always, always hating
Hating everyone, hating myself…
Even you, even myself…

When you aren’t there, in all sorts of ways,
All sorts of things, I come to hate…

Afflicted with a fever, I dreamed,
And my blind eyes saw falling sunlight
My desire to love, my desire to be loved…
I hope you forgive me for living with those wants…

Fever’s still over 100. *sighs* That probably means I should call in sick for tomorrow, too, especially since I work with kiddos.

I always feel so guilty calling in, and this morning when I checked they’d gotten my message yesterday they were all “Are you still feeling like that?” or something along those lines, which makes me think if I had said no they’d have pushed me into going to work. They’ve asked me go to work despite being sick before; which I think technically is, like, not strictly legal…. I’ll have to see how I’m doing tomorrow I guess.