pre vacation

Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 1

Fandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary:  Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night.

Words: 1,000 on the dot

Paring/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, Mentions of the other avengers

Warning: Mentions of partial nudity? Awkward Peetie?

Author’s Note: So, I have a lot more written for this one, but I’ve never written Peter before so I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested. Let me know I guess and I can keep this one going for a little.

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

“Toothbrush!” You exclaimed to yourself and immediately clamped a hand over your mouth. You almost slipped on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks as you hushed your packing revelation. Everyone else was asleep and you’d never hear the end of it if you woke them up, especially with the early morning coming.

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As a neonatal intensive care nurse, Lauren Bloomstein had been taking care of other people’s babies for years. Finally, at 33, she was expecting one of her own. The prospect of becoming a mother made her giddy, her husband Larry recalled recently— “the happiest and most alive I’d ever seen her.”

Other than some nausea in her first trimester, the pregnancy went smoothly. Lauren was “tired in the beginning, achy in the end,” said Jackie Ennis, her best friend since high school, who talked to her at least once a day. “She gained what she’s supposed to. She looked great, she felt good, she worked as much as she could” — at least three 12-hour shifts a week until late into her ninth month. Larry, a doctor, helped monitor her blood pressure at home, and all was normal.

On her days off she got organized, picking out strollers and car seats, stocking up on diapers and onesies. After one last pre-baby vacation to the Caribbean, she and Larry went hunting for their forever home, settling on a brick colonial with black shutters and a big yard in Moorestown, N.J., not far from his new job as an orthopedic trauma surgeon in Camden. Lauren wanted the baby’s gender to be a surprise, so when she set up the nursery she left the walls unpainted — she figured she’d have plenty of time to choose colors later. Despite all she knew about what could go wrong, she seemed untroubled by the normal expectant-mom anxieties. Her only real worry was going into labor prematurely. “You have to stay in there at least until 32 weeks,” she would tell her belly. “I see how the babies do before 32. Just don’t come out too soon.”

When she reached 39 weeks and six days — Friday, Sept. 30, 2011 — Larry and Lauren drove to Monmouth Medical Center in Long Branch, the hospital where the two of them had met in 2004 and where she’d spent virtually her entire career. If anyone would watch out for her and her baby, Lauren figured, it would be the doctors and nurses she worked with on a daily basis. She was especially fond of her obstetrician/gynecologist, who had trained as a resident at Monmouth at the same time as Larry. Lauren wasn’t having contractions, but she and the ob/gyn agreed to schedule an induction of labor — he was on call that weekend and would be sure to handle the delivery himself.

Inductions often go slowly, and Lauren’s labor stretched well into the next day. Ennis talked to her on the phone several times: “She said she was feeling okay, she was just really uncomfortable.” At one point, Lauren was overcome by a sudden, sharp pain in her back near her kidneys or liver, but the nurses bumped up her epidural and the stabbing stopped.

Inductions have been associated with higher cesarean-section rates, but Lauren progressed well enough to deliver vaginally. On Saturday, Oct. 1, at 6:49 p.m., 23 hours after she checked into the hospital, Hailey Anne Bloomstein was born, weighing 5 pounds, 12 ounces. Larry and Lauren’s family had been camped out in the waiting room; now they swarmed into the delivery area to ooh and aah, marveling at how Lauren seemed to glow.

Larry floated around on his own cloud of euphoria, phone camera in hand. In one 35-second video, Lauren holds their daughter on her chest, stroking her cheek with a practiced touch. Hailey is bundled in hospital-issued pastels and flannel, unusually alert for a newborn; she studies her mother’s face as if trying to make sense of a mystery that will never be solved. The delivery room staff bustles in the background in the low-key way of people who believe everything has gone exactly as it’s supposed to.

Then Lauren looks directly at the camera, her eyes brimming.

Twenty hours later, she was dead.

Focus On Infants During Childbirth Leaves U.S. Moms In Danger

With only less than a month until I head to the Bahamas, I wanna set a few goals for the coming weeks!

• no eating out (and put any money I otherwise would have spent eating out into my savings acct)
• no weighing myself - already a goal I set for the remainder of the month but still wanted to reiterate it
• go to the gym/pool for at least an hour 4 days a week & try to aim for at least half of the days to work on training for the 5K
• no alcohol (with the exception of this coming Sunday because I already have plans to go out)
• 8 hours a sleep a night
• drink 3 bottles of water a day

last time I sent you something, I had like 600 pictures of Ryan or something. Now I have over 1,000, and I’m sure many are cursed but some might be blessed. I’m kinda thinking this is cursed though

— yeah this is cursed. it’s also sorta blessed though, hard to tell. I wonder who kissed his cheek.

I did a commission that helped me pay off some debt and decided to treat myself to a pre vacation pedicure and manicure and while I’m sitting here, this white lady asks our nail techs if they’re Chinese or Korean and the shop owner turns to me and her husband and grins before saying, really mildly “We’re Vietnamese. Do we look Korean or Chinese? It’s a common mistake ”

Okay if I remember correctly @orthar-the-tooth-collector and I think @scarsoftheshatteredsky tagged me for a selfie. So this is pre-vacation me. Yes I do heart nerds. Woooo my skin looks horrible :3

Now I tag @anderz-zombieslayer @pandorabox-rags @marios-are-red-sams-are-green @moonlitcat13 @gribblerart (I’m not sure if you actually post personal pics or not but still wanted show you love) and @grooveandmove94

I would tag more but the ones I was thinking of literally posted pics of themselves yesterday xD

Greatest Creation

A/N: you know those awesome head massager things like a handle with a bunch of wires with little ball/beads on the end and it feels amazing on your head???!? here’s Dean and Cas messing around with one because they rock.

EDIT: you know, this thing. vv

Cas did not recognize the strange object that Dean pulled out of his bag, a huge grin on his face.

“What is that?”

“A head massager.” Dean hurried up next to him.

“I didn’t realize you could massage your head.” He blinked.

Dean ordered, “Sit.”

Cas obliged, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Close your eyes.” Cas had no reason not to trust him, though the grin on Dean’s face made Cas a bit nervous. He closed them after a moment of internal debate.

Something slid gently across his scalp, combing through the hair. Ten, maybe twelve little balls attached to longer wires moved up and down, circling his head and giving him chills down his back. His mouth even dropped open a bit.

“Like that?” Dean smirked.

“This is the greatest innovation of man.” Castiel replied, his toes curling. The feeling this invention created was like a physical dose of bliss.

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