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HEATHER COLLINS -> 1.01 7:00 A.M.

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OKAY i finally have the courage to present to you my hc!! i’ve been microwaving tommy armitage in my head lately and i loooove the idea of him being little but still wanting to feel useful!! one of the cgs asks him to fetch them something and he’s soo excited!! i think he regresses a bit older than the others, so he likes taking care of them, even if he’s not very good at it. he babysits sol for a bit and they have a great time until they have to call heather because they ate too much candy and have tummy aches :( he’s very pleased with himself because while sol didn’t want to eat a vegetable, he convinced him to have strawberry ice cream and that’s nearly a fruit!! despite his caregiving skills, heather quite likes when he comes over. some of the sign language he’s taught sol has been very useful when talking is tricky and while he doesn’t exactly keep sol out of trouble, the two of them are definitely safe together which is more than can be said for when hickey has sol

Thank you for these!!! 💖💖 i love them ;_;

He tries so hard! Great big brother for tiny Sol 🥰

A tiny fic for you UwU (it's not longer bc I don't have my laptop :') writing on phone is a pain but i had to write Tommy he's so goshdarn cute aaaaaaa)

"Um... Bill...?" Tommy huddled close to the door frame, holding onto it.

The boys have been awfully quiet for the last ten minutes, so seeing Tom shyly look up at him with his head bowed down, the alarm bells began ringing in Bill's head.

"Something happened?" he got up immediately and walked all the way to the little.

He first turned away, then back to Bill. "Sol's got a... a tummyache... I think... He won't talk to me..." Tommy shrunk and hugged the doorframe closer.

Bill sighed and reached out to hold Tom's shoulder. "Have you got a tummyache too?"

"Well..." he shrugged.

"You do, don't you...?"

"Yeah," Tommy whined and made two quick steps forward to hide in Bill's shirt.

He sighed, hugged him close and rubbed his back for a while, before pulling slowly back. "Is Sol in his room?"

"Yeah... We... We had ice cream... Lots. And- And I was supposed to watch him! But-"

He put a hand over the anxious little's chest. "You're good, Tommy. Just come with me, we'll get Sol and then both of you can have a nap, okay? We'll make it better."

"Will you... Take a nap too?"

"As if I could leave out on a nap with the two of you... of course I'm taking a nap too. Let's get Solomon now. Okay?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded.

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love saying i like something food-wise when what i mean is if it’s not a very specific type of the general type of something i will not eat it

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Little bath times? Feel like hodge has a tub decked out for johnny, all the bubble baths, toys, etc...

Ned & tommy sometimes take one together. Sol splashing around.

Johnny's bath is like one of those over the top tiktok kid baths with colored lights and bath bombs and themed decorations all around it and sometimes an ipad stuck to the wall playing peppa pig, plus the toys of course. *gasp* a bunch of floating plastic balls in the bath, I think he'd love those! <33333

There might be a bit of fighting between Tom and Ned on how hot the water should be, but they settle inbetween at the end and all is well. Fitzjames might take some photos of them because she can't resist how cute they are together.

Sol is happy with any kind of bath, he just loves water 🥰🥰 But once in a while Heather buys him a bath bomb or makes way too many bubbles, so they overflow from the tub and it's a mess to clean up, but Sol is having so much fun Bill just can't say no ;_;

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Thinking about little!tartnell. He just wants to be told hes good..he enjoys being a caregiver too (reminds him of how his brother took care of him maybe??) But times when he just..goes to blanky or someone & needs to be small-especially when missing his brother

Poor thing :'c 💔

He deserves all the love.. i think he might be a similar case to Ned, not trying to inconvenience anyone, so postponing it as far as he can. Maybe trying to fill his time by taking care of other littles and ending up ignoring his own wants and needs.. someone ends up stopping him from taking on more babysitting duty to be babysitted instead for a change <3

Gosh if both Blanky and Crozier were his CGs at the same time though...... ;_; Lots of praise and cuddles for a very good boy 💖💖💖

A tiny fic inspired by the ask:

Thomas had been playing with Solomon for the past half hour.

Blanky watched them from the sofa, where him, Francis and Heather had been sitting for just as long. He saw Tom's expression gradually change from relaxed to uncomfortable to sad and it was getting hard to watch.

"Francis," he said without looking away from the boys, then pointed towards them.

Frank took a while to search the scene and figure out what was wrong, then said a quiet "oh".

"See it?"

"Yeah..."

That was enough for him to decide that Tom wasn't doing well. They need to do something, or he'll end up overworking his little self. "Thomas," he called and stood up when Tom did to be face to face with him.

Sol stared up at them both, a little confused as to why they suddenly stopped playing.

"Are you good? You can have a break."

"No, I'm... I think I'm okay."

"Are you sure? It's okay to relax. There's three of us, we can take care of two small ones just fine."

"Well..." He looked down to his feet, then back up at Blanky. "I don't know..."

"Why don't you sit with us on the sofa? You've been occupying Sol for so long you deserve a break."

"Alright..."

"Here," Francis said and moved to the side to make space for the both of them.

They settled down, Blanky to Tom's right, Francis to Tom's left.

That's when Thomas melted into the sofa and his head fell on Blanky's shoulder.

"There you go, lad."

"Thank you for the help," Heather said with a smile and then gestured for Solomon to come join them. He happily crawled closer, settled between Heather's legs and rested his head on Heather's thigh.

"It was no trouble..." Tom mumbled, slurring his words.

"You've done so well today, lad," Francis leaned closer and kissed Tom's hair. "So well." Then he quickly picked up his phone and furiously tapped a message to someone.

Blanky had guessed it was to Jopson, so he shifted and made Tommy lie back a little.

Three minutes later, Jopson walked in with a blanket and a bottle.

"Thank you," Francis smiled and reached out to pet his arm. Then he took the bottle and offered it to Tommy.

"I'm not that small..." he said shyly, but when Francis didn't budge, he opened his mouth for the bottle.

"There you are... Good lad." Blanky said as he brushed through his hair.

Tommy hummed and closed his eyes, drinking peacefully.

Such a darling thing...

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Ned with a stutter I’m in love with youuuuuu OP! Tripping over his words and mama waiting for him and holding his hand when he gets frustrated 🥺

Collins is firmly nonverbal in my mind but he has the biggest saddest eyes and Macca and Goodsir are basically Baby Henry Psychics for knowing what he needs. I think Collins would love Johnny because there’s no pressure to communicate and Hodgemama is easygoing and doesn’t mind that Collins cries so often and needs help with lots of stuff.

(I am also a Ned and Sol post-concussion twins truther in every universe and think both would have days they struggle to sequence thoughts and express themselves. Ned just withdraws and stops talking until he feels more in control but Sol is irritable and scared that he can’t force his brain to communicate with the rest of him. Heather is the best at interpreting Sol’s nonverbals and will hug him and kiss his forehead and keep him close until he’s feeling better.)

Hang on hang onnn AAAAAAAAAAAAA ;_;💖💖💖💖💖

Henry/Johnny play dates may not be the most exciting of things in the world but they are So. Cute together. Hodgson Cannot get over it. "Look at you two! Are you having fun?" meanwhile Johnny and Henry are lying on a blanket together and doing absolutely nothing. (Yes they are having fun btw)

Post-concussion twins 😭 ... I do think Ned would go quiet and stop trying after a few failed attempts, but everyone tries to encourage him to try again. If he gets too tired or he really can't do it, that's okay. He can try again tomorrow. (Crozier is hell-bent on making Ned practise talking every day, at least a little bit)

Sol would get very frustrated with himself. WHY can't he do it? He could talk and think just fine yesterday! It's not fair! .. poor thing. He needs lots of hugs 😔 Heather gives him ice cream or cocoa depending on how warm it is outside and has him sit in his lap for a while. Then encourages Sol to try again after he's done drinking/eating and had a little rest.

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not to hit poor Sol with the piss kink beam but. I am haunted by the image of pubby Sol sniffing and nuzzling diapers... Graham does it too but he does it bc he is curious and because he is a helpful pup who will alert a caregiver to a wet or full nappy!!

I'm a piss kink beam enjoyer at heart. Heather doesn't approve as much but he'll cave in eventually... 🥰

In other words fic be upon ye-

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63010378

(under cut as well as on AO3 ofc)

Heather brought Sol over for a play date just before noon. They'd agreed on lunch, a few hours of play, then a nap and then they'd go back home. Simple enough. Nobody expected anything special.

But Sol is full of surprises.

They'd left the two littles alone in the play room. Ned was big enough, as was Sol, so nobody felt a need to watch them too much, except for check ups every few minutes.

And the first half hour went great. It was after it, that they heard Ned whine through the slightly open door, "Wait, give it back... It's mine, I need it."

"Should I check on them...?" Thomas pondered out loud, watching the door with a slight frown.

"You just checked on them, Tom. Let them handle this on their own," Francis said without looking up from the chess game he'd started with Bill.

"If you say so..."

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Not a minute later, the play room door opened. Ned shuffled out of it, head low, pulling his shirt down to cover his crotch.

James gasped. "Ned!" she exclaimed and stood up, hands on her hips. "Why on earth aren't you wearing your nappy?"

Ned stayed quiet for a moment, slowly shrugged, then looked up at her. "Sol took it."

"Aw f... um." Heather grunted and got up. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I'll go sort it out." He sighed and brushed past Ned and into the play room.

"Solomon Tozer, you let go of that right now," Heather sternly commanded.

Something wet hit the floor.

Ned shuddered and made a few more steps towards James.

"Why would Sol take your nappy...?"

"I've a feeling why," Francis mumbled and quickly glanced at Tom.

"We don't do that, Solomon, that's bad," Bill continued.

Ned winced in sympathy and turned his head to watch the door. He almost seemed ready to walk towards it, but James took him by the arm and dragged him closer.

"That's for them to sort out, honey."

"You can't steal people's nappies to sniff and chew on them, that's just not right. Why do you think-" he stopped. "Hey..." His voice softened. "Hey, hey, no need to cry, big guy... Shit... Come here."

Ned stopped trying to hide his bare crotch to instead hold James' hands. He kept watching the door as if he could somehow steal a peek at what was happening behind it.

"I'm sorry... Was that too much? I'm sorry... Shh... You know you shouldn't do that though, don't you? Can't go around stealing nappies, hm?"

Sol sniffed back tears, then cleared his throat. "Yeah... I'm... I'm sorry, Bill."

"You're good. Just go apologise to Ned, okay? Take this with you."

"Okay..." Sol walked out of the door, eyes on the floor and Ned's sopping wet nappy in hand.

Heather followed right behind him, already with an expression of both guilt and exhaustion. "Go ahead." He pat Sol's back and stayed a few paces behind as his little stepped closer.

"I'm..." he swallowed and turned back to Bill for reassurance.

Heather nodded.

"I'm sorry I took your nappy. I... I promise... I won't do it again."

"Thank you, dear," James managed a smile and took the nappy from him.

"There," Heather sighed and made a few steps closer. "I really am sorry for him, he can usually keep it contained."

"Oh, it's okay, I know how littles can be when they... feel a certain way," she laughed and reached out to pet Sol's arm. "Just don't steal Ned's nappy, he really needs it, okay?"

Sol nodded.

"Great," Francis hummed absently, staring at the chess board again. "Now that's sorted, come here, Bill, I need to beat you yet."