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babysizedfics · 4 years

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I need to know about doctor mama lo taking care of a sick baby Virgil if you would like pretty please. I dont wanna ask on the in character blog cuz I feel like it would be weird to ask for details and lo seems kinda busy anyway lol.

hey tumblebee!! yeah yeah lets do this, Im gonna write it so that ppl who dont follow the other blog can understand too

WARNING IF U HAVENT ALREADY BLOCKED THE TAGS ILLNESS TW AND VOMIT TW THEY ARE VERY PREVALENT IN THIS

also this is a VERY long headcanon!!

so last night vee got ill, he had been regressed in the afternoon with patton and he was acting much more fussy than usual - not being entertained by his cartoons, not having the energy to play with his rattle, pretty much constantly whining and pouting and he gets very wriggly when he's fussy

patton assumed it was because vee had been upset earlier that day. at one point vee started gripping his stomach, and patton assumed its because he was hungry and could smell the food roman was cooking

but when dinner came around no matter how hard patton tried he couldnt get vee to eat a morsel - he kept turning his head away from the food and whining. at one point patton and logan both managed to convince him to eat a spoonful but his face crumpled with a wince and it looked almost painful for him to swallow it. it was at this point logan noticed he had a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead

things fell into place quickly after that - logan checked his temperature and it was indeed slightly higher than was healthy, they noticed vee's hands were trembling and he was constantly on the verge of tears :(

while patton cleared away dinner and excused roman who wanted to go and craft in his room, logan took vee to his bedroom and tried to check for more symptoms, since vee was non verbal and unresponsive totheir questions. he tested his tummy by pushing it a little to see if the pain got worse when he released it (this is a test for appendicitis) but there was no reaction thankfully except vee being upset by logan not cuddling him. he checked his throat for any redness or infection, nothing.

vee's crying became more pronounced and eventually he was in constant tears, occassionally pleading 'mama mama' through sniffles and hiccups and whines of pain :(( Patton brought him a baby bottle of cooled tea made with fresh mint leaves since that is supposed to help stomach pains. though he left the room again since logan thought it was best not to crowd virgil. Vee's crying had dissipated but he was strangely silent and seemed almost loopy now. he only drank a little of the tea before he pushed it away with a gag.

logan immediately took him to the bathroom knowing what was coming, and sure enough vee threw up into the toilet, crying between gags. logan dutifully managed to keep vee in his lap the whole time and held his hair and rubbed his back, telling him he was such a good boy the whole time

Thankfully it didnt last long as there wasnt much in vees stomach to be emptied. he was shivering and sweating and flushed and had lost all energy. he wasnt even crying anymore, just whimpering under his breath. with a bit of a struggle logan managed to show him how to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash - though he had to hold vee over the sink and pat his back to make sure he didnt swallow it

during all of this patton wasnt able to help because of his heightened empathy, if he sees someone throwing up the likeihood is he will too and that wiuldnt be very helpful! so instead he drives to the store to pick up some medicine and ice pops - and comes back with half the store including some actual baby medicine smh - ((im actually begging u to read that linked post i think its so funny))

it was originallly meant to be logans night to put roman to bed but understandably patton took on that task instead. after roman was drifting off patton pokes his head into vee's room. he had hoped to find lo and vee asleep but they werent. they were lying in the dark with an in the night garden audio story playing on a portable speaker and with vees salt lamp and star night light lighting up the room in a soft glow.

logan offered a strained little smile and nod to patton as he stroked vee's hair and cuddled him close. vee was completely out of it honestly. his body was wholly lax against his mama, his lips were in a permanent pout and his eyes were puffy and wet. he barely even acknowledged his papa coming in, his teary eyes just settled on him for a moment then dropped back to the bedsheets without a reaction. he kept lifting his thumb up to suck on it but logan kept capturing it and apologising as he brought it away. Vee shouldnt suck on his thumb and logan doesnt want to give him a paci while he's ill. understandably, baby vee was completely miserable.

patton asks if logan thinks vee could handle a popsicle or plain crackers at the moment but logan disagrees. he doesnt expect either of them to get much sleep so he will make sure vee eats something in a few hours. with a gentle kiss on vee's forehead patton goes off to bed, confident that logan will be able to look after vee and will come get him if theres any issues

logan and vee really dont sleep much at all. Vee drifts off for a few minutes at a time then gasps awake from vivid fever dreams. logan keeps ice cubes in a bowl by the bed for vee to suck on if he needs to cool down and wraps a couple in a flannel to press to vee's head when his fever rises in the middle of the night.

around 3am logan jolts awake and realises he had drifted off. and vee isnt anywhere in the room. he panics momentarily, bolting up from the bed and dashing to the closet to see if virgil is in there - which he tends to do when he is overwhelmed - but then he hears sniffling from the bathroom.

he finds vee, no longer regressed, curled up against the side of the bathtub with his bangs clinging to his sweaty head. vee is the palest person logan knows but he looks positively grey at the moment

'can i help in any way?' he asks, aware that he doesnt need to baby talk at the moment but still eager to look after this bundle of miserableness

virgil just groans under his breath and clutches his knees to his chest. 'i.. i didnt know what to do with the..' he gestures vaguely to something on the floor

logan notices virgil, being not regressed anymore, had obviously wrestled off the diaper he had been changed into the night before and not known how to dispose of it

'its ok, ive got it' logan wraps it up in a bag and puts it in the trash can they have in the room for just this purpose

'sorry.. m stupid' virgil croaks

'You're not stupid.' logan says firmly as he washes his hands 'You're ill and probably delirious from the fever. it's alright virgil'

theres quiet for a bit longer, virge's head pressed against the porcelain edge of the bathtub likely in an attempt to cool his fever. logan stays there with him for a while just waiting. then suddenly virgil starts sobbing and buries his face in his hands.

'sweetheart, tell me whats wrong please' logan hurries to kneel beside him, lifting his hands away from his face. that wouldnt help the fever

'i dont feel well' virgil cries pathetically, tears rolling down his face.

logans heart breaks 'no, you dont. i'm sorry little one, i know its not nice'

at the nickname virgils thumb raises to his lips again, which logan hurriedly intercepts. 'i'll make you a deal, okay? you're allowed to use a pacifier, but you have to use the same one everyday until you are better. we will need to sterilise it every night too.'

vee sniffles and nods, then chokes 'm not a baby right now though'

'that doesnt matter. you dont need to be regressed to want one of your pacis, vee'

vee is unresponsive and starts scratching at his pyjama pants. logan gets a feeling he isnt saying something. then he notices virgil's pout is much more infantile than his adult ones. 'are you feeling little, baby?'

with a harsh shake of his head vee starts crying again. he whispers 'dont wanna be a b...' then cuts himself off and whimpers

logan cards his fingers through virgils damp bangs. he knows what virgils mind has jumped to. 'were you going to say you dont want to be a baby?' he lifts virgils chin up to look at him 'or that you dont want to be a burden?'

virgils pale lip wobbles 'same fing'

'no sweetheart, no no no,' logan sits on the tiles beside vee and pulls him into his lap. virgil goes willingly. logan rocks his baby as he says 'youre always always allowed to be a baby and its never ever going to upset your family. even if you're an adorable wonderful brave baby boy alllll of the time' he scribbles his finger on virgils rosy cheek and delights at the tiny smile it earns him. 'but especially when you're feeling yucky. you feel a bit yucky today dont you, little one?'

vee nods with a pout

'but yknow whats not yucky? softies and pacis and diapers and lots and lots of cuddles with mama' he holds virgil tighter to prove his point. vee sighs and drops his head to nuzzle against his mama's neck. logan feels he still has a slight fever. 'i know what might help you feel less yucky. does my sweet baby want a sweet ice pop?'

thankfully vee nods against his shoulder and grips tight onto his pyjama shirt, preparing for when logan lifts him up

he first makes sure to change vee into another diaper and even decides that he should wear one of mama's t-shirts as a light dress so he doesnt get as overheated by his pyjamas. at this point vee actually giggles for the first time pretty much all day as he feels the tshirt swish lazily around his legs. logan makes a mental note to observe whether little vee might want to try wearing dresses if the feeling sparks this much joy (at this point logan is unaware that vee has secretly been trying skirts and dresses in his room for months, and roman found out a few weeks ago, but vee isnt ready to tell the cgs yet)

by the time vee is in his diaper and mamas tshirt dress and has a paci and jiji clutched to his chest he is a lot calmer and happier. he's still very ill and exhausted and teary, but theres a tiny smile on his face instead of a pout. in the kitchen he picks a strawberry ice pop and it goes down well, logan convinces him to have a cracker too though vee is in such a young headspace by then that he is just sucking on it, which logan supposes is fine too

by the (real) morning vee is still regressed and has managed to have a couple hours undisturbed sleep. its not much but its better than nothing. logan didnt fare much better. by then vee misses his papa and asks for him and logan hands the responsibility over to papa patton, trustinf the other caregiver enough to catch up on a quick power nap himself

but yes, the main thing is vee thought being ill was a burden enough that he shouldnt be regressed too, but logan makes him see that its okay. vee is regressed pretty much the whole time he is ill over the next few days because its stressful and painful and its a lot easier to feel comforted when ur a baby

yeah! gosh that was long, theres probably a billion spelling mistakes! feel free to ask follow up Qs if i missed anything u wanted to know abt this event

#little/big concepts #illness tw #vomit tw #food mention #long post #asks #tumblebee the smol bean

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softspideys · 5 years

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Hang the DJ (Part II) (Tom Holland x reader)

summary: paired up by a dating program that puts an expiration date on all relationships, you and Tom soon begin to question the system’s logic

warnings: none

words: 1.8k

pairings: tom holland x reader

a/n: wow, I actually updated?? it’s a thanksgiving miracle!! I hope ppl still actually want to read this oops. also I apologize for making zendaya the equivalent of nicola but it had to be done somehow.

“I guess I just don’t see the point in something so short,” you said. You’d gone for a walk and were now perched on a grassy hill, looking out at a peaceful lake. Your date with Tom had been a few days ago, but you were still thinking about it.

“Even your reaction to a brief encounter provides the system with valuable information,” Coach said.

“But I didn’t even do anything,” you said, frowning. “Does the system think I’m a prude?”

“The system makes no moral judgments.”

“How do I know she wasn’t the perfect match for me?” Tom asked as he jogged through the park. Like you, he couldn’t stop thinking about your date, wondering why you’d clicked so well but weren’t meant to be together.

“Your ultimate compatible other has not been selected yet,” Coach said.

“I know, but like, what if it was her? What if—”

“The system gains insight as each participant progresses through numerous relationships and uses the gathered data to eventually select an ultimate compatible other,” Coach said.

“On your pairing day, yeah,” Tom said. “Does it always find your perfect match?”

“In 99.8% of cases,” Coach said.

“But I have to go through loads of relationships to find them,” Tom said slowly.

“That is correct.”

As you got up to leave the hill, your tablet dinged. “What’s this?” you asked. “Another relationship?”

As Tom turned around to start jogging home, his tablet dinged. “What, another?” he asked.

“That is correct,” both of your Coaches answered.

“Huh,” you said. You wondered what your date would be like this time. “I guess I should go get ready.”

Tom pulled the hem of his t-shirt up to wipe his face and caught a whiff of himself. “Ugh. I guess I should go get changed.”

★ ★ ★

When you arrived at the restaurant later that night, Coach informed you that your date wasn’t there yet. You sat down at a booth, different from the one you’d sat in with Tom, and waited.

A few minutes later, a man walked into the restaurant, holding his tablet and looking around. His dirty blond hair was tousled and wind-blown, and the bright blue of his eyes stood out even from across the room.

“Please, please tell me this is him,” you whispered.

“I cannot confirm identity until a personal introduction is made,” Coach answered, unhelpful per usual.

The man began to make his way over to you. “Hi,” he said when he approached your table. “I’m Harrison.”

“Y/N,” you answered, standing up to shake his hand and silently thanking all of the forces of the universe at work for pairing you with him.

“I like your hair,” he said as you took your seats.

“I like yours too.”

“Thanks, I grew it myself,” he said. It wasn’t a particularly clever joke, but you laughed at it for a few seconds too long. He furrowed his eyebrows. Shit. There was something about attractive men that made you nervous, although you couldn’t remember feeling that way with Tom.

“Sorry,” you said, immediately trying to form an about-face. “That was just . . . funny.”

“Gotcha,” Harrison said, nodding slowly. “Hey, do you want to check our expiry date? Get that out of the way?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said. The two of you pulled up the info and pressed REVEAL.

9 MONTHS

“Oh,” you said, trying not to look too thrilled. “Wow.”

“Well,” Harrison said, smiling at you. “Cheers to the next nine months.” He held up his wine glass. You grinned, clinking yours against his.

“Cheers.”

★ ★ ★

When Tom arrived at the restaurant, a beautiful but formidable-looking girl was already sitting in the booth. “Hi,” he said, nervously playing with the buttons on his jacket, “I’m Tom.”

“Zendaya,” she said without smiling. “You’re late.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I had to change.”

“Hmm.”

“Uh, I see you ordered already?” Tom asked, sitting down across from her.

“I got hungry,” she said, raising her eyebrows like she was daring him to find a problem with that.

“Right, yeah, of course.”

There was an awkward pause before Zendaya said, “So, should we just get it over with?” At Tom’s confused look, she said, “Check our expiry date?”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. Sure.” As they both looked at their tablets, Tom privately hoped their relationship would be another one of those 12-hour ones. This girl seemed a little too intense for him.

At the count of three, they both pressed REVEAL.

365 DAYS

For a second, neither of them spoke. “This must be a mistake,” Zendaya said with a disbelieving laugh. “It’s gotta be. Coach, is this a mistake?” Tom knew he should probably feel insulted, but he also kind of wanted it to be a mistake too.

“This is not a mistake,” Zendaya’s Coach answered.

Of course.

“God,” Zendaya said, sitting back in her seat heavily. “An entire year.”

“Look on the bright side,” Tom tried to joke as the waiter brought out his food. “Spaghetti and meatballs.”

“What?”

“Spaghetti and—it was a joke,” he finished lamely at her unimpressed look.

“Oh, so you make jokes,” Zendaya said flatly. Tom swallowed.

Only 365 days left.

★ ★ ★

“Hmm,” Harrison said as you entered the house you’d be living in for the next nine months. “Yup, this is pretty much the same as my last one.”

It was different from the one you’d stayed in during your short time with Tom: this one resembled more of a cozy log cabin, with exposed wooden beams, an open floor plan, rustic furniture, big, airy windows, and a huge stone fireplace crackling away merrily.

“Last one?” you said. “How many of these have you had?”

“Relationships?” Harrison asked. You nodded. “Well, let’s see . . . this will be my sixth, I think.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. I’m a veteran now, I suppose,” he said with a grin. “Anyway, I’m going to go shower, do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” you said quickly. While he was gone, you went from room to room, taking everything in and getting used to the fact that for the next nine months, this was going to be your home. With Harrison.

When he came out of the shower with just a towel wrapped around his waist, it was to you sitting on the bed, looking around idly. “Hey,” he said, smiling.

“Hi.”

“So, listen, I know this is kinda forward, but this is relationship six for me. I’ve honestly found that it’s just best to have sex straight away. You know, it breaks the ice, gives a kind of glimpse into our compatibility.”

“Right, yeah,” you said. It was a miracle your voice still worked.

He picked up his tablet from where he’d tossed it on the bed. “So, this is me consenting to everything now. And whenever you feel comfortable doing the same—”

Before Harrison even finished his sentence, you’d grabbed your own tablet and pressed the button. He laughed, raising his eyebrows. “Okay then,” he said, and dropped the towel.

★ ★ ★

“Meatballs,” Zendaya grunted.

“What?” Tom said. They were currently in the middle of having some, admittedly, very boring sex. She hadn’t even wanted to do that much foreplay, or even really kiss. “Just put it in,” were her specific words.

“Meatballs,” she repeated. Tom was wondering if that was some sort of safeword (but how could it be? They were literally in missionary, his hands braced on either side of her head) when she sighed and said, “Your breath. Meatballs.”

“Oh,” Tom said, realizing she was talking about his dinner. “Sorry, I—”

“Talking does not help it,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

Tom closed his mouth and tried to mumble, “Sorry.” He turned his head and tried to concentrate on thrusting into her, feeling how nice and soft she was, and—

Suddenly, your face popped into his head. Tom blinked. Well, that was weird.

“Let’s just do it from behind,” Zendaya said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“From behind.” So, they switched positions, with her getting on her hands and knees and Tom kneeling behind her. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in slowly before pulling back out and sliding in again.

“Faster,” Zendaya instructed. “More motion.”

Tom tried to speed up his thrusts, holding onto her hips for support. “Um, like this?”

“No, more motion. Like, side-to-side. You’re all in-out-in-out like you’re trying to shut the drawer of a filing cabinet.”

Ouch. “Uh, okay.” He tried to do as he was told, and for the next few minutes Zendaya was quiet, her head bowed. That seemed to be a good sign. Maybe she was actually enjoying herself. “Is that better?” he asked hopefully.

“No,” Zendaya said finally. “Not really.”

★ ★ ★

You lay in bed, listening to the sound of Harrison making you some post-sex food. You were too spent to even get up and help him.

He hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he was a veteran with relationships. The sex had been incredible and pretty fun, too, full of jokes and whispering in between your soft moans and whimpers. He didn’t even mind letting you go on top, gripping your hips and staring up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth as you rode him.

If this was what the next nine months were looking like, then you certainly weren’t going to complain.

Oddly enough, as you waited for Harrison to come back, you found yourself thinking about Tom. You wondered what he was doing, if he too was in another relationship with somebody else. You hoped that whoever she was, she was treating him well.

Harrison returned with a plateful of toast, bacon, and eggs. “Nothing like breakfast at midnight,” he said with a smile. You laughed, taking a few slices.

The two of you ate in silence, both consumed in your own thoughts. Suddenly, a loud, wet noise brought you back to the present. You glanced over and saw Harrison eating a piece of toast, chewing loudly with his mouth open.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Okay, gross. But maybe he didn’t know he was doing it. Maybe the food was just hard to eat. But it’s toast, you said to yourself. Toast isn’t hard to eat.

You decided not to say anything about it. It was your first night together and you’d just finished having sex; now was not the time to be bringing up any potential annoying habits.

Later, you were still awake long after Harrison had fallen asleep. You lifted your head and saw one of his hands was on the mattress between you, palm up. For some reason, you thought of Tom.

Very carefully, you reached over and slid your fingers into Harrison’s. His hand tightened around yours as he let out a soft snore without waking up. You lay back and closed your eyes, trying to imagine Tom’s hand there instead.

But it still didn’t feel the same.

★ ★ ★

“So I can’t just walk away?” Tom asked as he gave the punching bag several good hits.

“That is correct,” Coach said. “One day it will provide you with your ultimate perfect match.”

“One day,” Tom repeated. “One day.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfic #tom holland series #tom holland imagine #black mirror au #hang the dj #writing

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