new mum

Look at those eyes 😍😍
So we tried a little bit of formula yesterday as I’m trying to breastfeed but we’re having a bit of trouble and omg she was up ALL night an constantly spitting up! It was the worst and I’m a little traumatised tbh. No sleep and constantly crying baby = very sad stressed mummy!
She’s been better today back on just breastmilk so that’s a plus!
Can’t believe she’s mine still 💕💕

Eiffel has accidentally called Minkowski mom more than once. He thinks everyone forgot about it, but it became a running joke. When talking to Minkowski, Lovelace likes to refer to Eiffel as ‘your kid’ or 'the boy’. 

  • Lovelace: Where’s your son got to?
  • Minkowski: Will you please stop calling him that? He’s not my freaking child. I’m only three years older.
  • Lovelace: Well, technically. But has Eiffel ever actually behaved like a 33 year-old?
  • Hera: No, never.
  • Minkowski: Just because he’s a child doesn’t mean he has to be my child though. Why aren’t you or Hera part of this messed-up family metaphor?
  • Lovelace: Okay then, I’ll be… the cool mysterious aunt. What about you Hera?
  • Hera: I can be Eiffel’s genius big sister.
  • Lovelace: Sure, that works.

Settings I want to see Eri in:

- Eri and Izuku hanging out like siblings

- Eri riding on Mirio’s shoulders, posing hero-like alongside him.

- Eri meeting Shouto and them getting along really well (both had terrible childhoods and understand each other very well)

- Eri hugging Nighteye’s legs - only part she can reach - to say thank you because he helped saving her (everyone’s jaw drops when Nighteye lets it happen)

- Eri being adopted by literally everyone at U.A.

- Eri adopting Izuku as her “Onii-chan” and Toshinori as her Grandpa (she switches to uncle cause Izuku insisted Toshinori is not that old)

- Eri adopting Gran Torino as her (second) tiny little Grandpa (causing Toshinori to howl in laughter at the blunt statement of the tiny, leading to Gran Torino kicking him in the shin)

- Eri going to shop new clothes with Class 1-A, deciding on everything that covers her scarred arms and legs and one summer dress because it’s “pretty”.

- Eri getting her hair styled by the girls from both Class 1-A and 1-B, with specially attention to her tiny horns from Pony-chan.

- Eri meeting Inko, gaining a new second Mum.

- Eri climbing up onto Izuku at night to cuddle with him because she had nightmares and doesn’t want to sleep without Onii-chan.

Situations I don’t want to see Eri in:

The one she’s in right now.

8

What motivates you in the end?
Apart from being creatively satisfied? When I’m thirty, I want to have made it so far that I can care for the people around me. I already started to change the lives of my family. I come from a working-class family — my parents split up when I was three years old and both built new families. My mum has two daughters, aged three and five. My dad has four children and my oldest brother now attends a movie course at college. And one day I’ll have a family of my own. Those people are not there yet but they’re my motivation, as well.

Okay so first of all I have to say sorry for being so absent for the past few months. But I want to thank you all for your support and love and care and understanding during this period it has really helped me and I am so grateful for all of you! 

second: this fic is based on a prompt I recieved ages ago from @gellbellshead​-

“So saw your post that you have some time for writing and couldn’t help myself from sending you this one. Person A and Person B are camp counselors and Person A gets all flustered because Person B is really good with kids and it’s adorable.” 

which kind of inspired 30 pages worth of content haha ps. sorry I took forever to get this done love!

third: THANKYOU TO @rileybabe​ for this STUNNING aesthetic I mean I can’t even with her talent! I would also like to dedicate this fic to her and @ms-maj​ for being so kind and lovely and always sending me such cute messages and supporting me even when I was MIA. 

Again thanks everyone for the love I hope you enjoy!

warning: light smut

as this is long af, here is the AO3 link-

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11821416


CAMP SWEETWATER-

“Welcome to Camp Sweetwater”

Betty let out a defeated sigh as she read the faded words scripted in yellow paint across a crooked wooden sign.  This was not how she wanted to spend her summer.

“Really Elizabeth stop acting like such a child, “ her mother scolded from the driver’s seat, shutting off the car’s engine and opening the door. Betty groaned, letting her head thump back against the seat.  

All she asked for was a carefree summer; one where she was free of her “perfect” girl next door persona and could just be a teenager. But of course that was not acceptable to Alice Cooper. Betty had been furious when her mother had excitedly relayed her acceptance as a camp counsellor, shaking the neatly opened letter in her face. It wasn’t that she didn’t like kids or the outdoors, no it was the principle of having her time stripped of her against her will. But her objections were no match for Alice’s lectures on the importance of broadening her skill set, and the need to fill her college applications with extra curricula’s- as if she didn’t have enough. So her bags had been packed, and here she was.

Deciding there was no point in further delaying the inevitable and beginning to become uncomfortable inside the stuffy vehicle, Betty opened her own door and stepped out into the summer heat.

She had to admit the location was beautiful, with lush greenery all around and the sounds of the river trickling through the air. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Rounding the vehicle, Alice placed Betty’s duffle bag on the dusty ground beside her and grabbed her reluctant daughter’s shoulders.

“It’s only seven weeks, who knows it might surprise you,” her mother placated softly, offering a warm smile.

Internally Betty scoffed, only seven weeks, but she knew her mother truly just wanted what was best for her even if she had an overbearing and odd way of actuating that. So instead she returned the words with a soft smile of her own and pulled her mother into a hug.

“I’ll call you when I can, have a safe drive home.”

And with that she was gone.

Taking a deep breath and pushing her hesitancies and irritations aside, the blonde tightened her pony tail before bending down to pick up her duffle bag, slinging it over her shoulder. Her sneakers hit the ground with purpose as she crossed through the open gateway, her green eyes scanning across rows of log cabins with brightly painted accents and dirt pathways, all the way to the tree line that led into the forest.

“Betty Cooper?”

Betty turned her head from the view, only to be completely taken aback by the new one. A boy about her age was approaching her with lazy steps that held a subtle air of arrogance. He was tall and lean; the plaid button up he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms made sure she was very aware of that fact.  Rogue strands of his ebony hair fell over his impossibly blue eyes tantalisingly while the rest was tucked beneath a beanie that she was too stunned to question the use of in this weather. And god his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass.

It wasn’t until his dark brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into an amused smile that Betty realised she had been straight out ogling him and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, she had totally failed to respond to his question. Trying to ignore the flush that was quickly rising to her cheeks, Betty summoned the social skills she had acquired over years of Cooper indoctrination and flashed him her best girl next door smile.

“That’s me! Sorry I was a little distracted by the view,” the blonde recovered in an upbeat tone, internally commending herself on constructing an excuse that wasn’t entirely a lie.

The boy chuckled shaking her politely extended hand.

“Yeah it’s some view,” he replied, a cheeky smirk gracing his lips, making it obvious they both knew she wasn’t talking about the geographical scenery. Betty felt her cheeks flame even more and cast her eyes downward shyly.

“Jughead Jones, welcome to Camp Sweetwater.”

Betty was extremely grateful that he didn’t feel the need to loiter on her embarrassment and found the courage to meet his eyes again. God did he have nice eyes.

“Thanks, I’m assuming this isn’t your first time?”

“You’d be right. I’ve been friends with Fred’s son since birth really, so of course every summer I’d come with them here and then when we got old enough it was kind of a natural progression into camp counsellors,” Jughead informed her, rubbing the back of his neck.

“So you’re the welcoming committee?” She half joked, feeling her stomach flutter at the good natured smile he offered her.

“Something like that.”

She quirked a brow, the tone of his voice indicating he knew something she didn’t.

“Well I’m your welcoming committee,” his smirk reappeared and Betty bit her lip at the sight.

“Lucky me,” she returned softly, her eyes widening as the confession slipped out. Letting out a nervous chuckle she shuffled her converse through the dirt, attempting to play it off as friendly jest.

Jughead raised an eyebrow- his eyes seeming to twinkle with something unknown- but didn’t comment.

“Come on, I’ll show you ‘round.”

Maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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