Writing That I Started And Stopped In The Middle Of A Writing Block And Idk If I Ever Will Write Them

Writing that I started and stopped in the middle of a writing block and idk if I ever will write them since they stayed in the folder for over 2 months now...😗 but I want to know your opinion too

1. Gojo with Hotaru 👶🦨

Satoru is in the middle of chopping up vegetables when he hears Hotaru babble the word “puppy” from behind him. He turns around, and his face goes white when he sees the baby holding an injured baby skunk, cooing at it as if it was some cute dog.

“H-Hotaru!” He exclaims, reaching over for the skunk and carefully taking it out of the baby's grasp. He immediately starts checking it for any injuries or blood.

2. Geto x pregnant!reader 🤰🍼

Suguru's face softens when he senses your distress and he pulls you against his body, wrapping his arms tightly around you. His tone is gentle yet firm as he speaks to you with love and care.

"It's okay...we're going to figure this out. I know it's scary right now, but if you're pregnant then this means there's a tiny life growing inside of you. A part of me. My little bun bun."

And yes that's all, as I said I had a writing block so I didn't wrote much lol

Please this reminded me of kaleidoscope. I believe that the gojo kids are chunky babys🤣🤣

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TRUEEEEEE~ I didn't get to give you anything last week so I'll make it a drabble~ I hope you like it! Chonky sunshine babies~ Happy December everyone!!

CW: suggestive hints at the end, nothing too much~

Kouki had breast milk for his whole first year.

"He's chonky..." Satoru rubbed his face against the squishy mallowy, chompable cheeks of his 10-month-old son you are feeding on your rocking chair by the engawa of your home. Satoru is sitting on the floor while watching you nurse the little boy close to drifting into dreamland.

Kouki has always had a good appetite and was very easy to nurse. So much so that you had to start scheduling his feeding or else if you didn't he would be too chonky and too heavy to lift.

"Can we keep him just like this? Look he's the most precious thing you probably have seen in your life!" Satoru rested his chin on your knees and flashed you his puppy eyes trying to convince you to feed the little mochi more.

"Chonky baby is cute but he'll drain me if I just let him." You kissed the thin sheen of hair on your son's head, as white as snow like his father. Kouki's lashes fluttered, unlatching from you, and he scrunched his nose to snuggle in your chest, yawning for a bit before closing his drowsy eyes back to sleep.

"I'll burp him, lemme..." Satoru opened his arms and gently rubbed Kouki's back. It didn't take long for the little mochi to burp. For some reason, he always burps fast when it's his Papa.

"Satoru don't!"

Chomp

Your eyes widen at your husband sneaking in a bite to the sleeping baby's cheeks, too cute to resist utterly waking a grumpy sleepy mochi.

"Satoru!"

Satoru rubbed the back of his head as he tried to soothe the little mochi up.

"Sorry Honey, he was just too cute to resist."

Saika although a pretty small baby has also been breastfed a year and 2 months because it took her quite a while to get used to formula.

It's 2:30 am and it's the Little Treasure's time for milk. Satoru is away for an overseas mission so you have to deal with the night feeding as well. Tired and reluctant, you parted ways with your soft pillow to reach for the bassinet only to be met with an empty space.

Chill ran down your spine as you shot up in panic only to be met by the scene of your drowsy husband sitting on your rocking chair with Saika in his arms suckling on her milk bottle.

"Go back to sleep Honey, I'll put her back after she finishes." Satoru yawned and smiled softly in your direction.

"But you haven't slept yet..." You felt relieved your daughter wasn't fussy. The little one is a little more sensitive and has been quite protected because of the incident before her birth.

"It's fine, look she's too precious when she drinks milk, I can't possibly take my eyes off her." Satoru grinned down at his daughter, suckling despite asleep. "She's so tiny... So precious..." He murmured as he held the bottle of milk for her. "She's perfect."

You smiled at them bonding in the wee hours of dawn as you returned to sleep. By the next morning, it came as no surprise to see Satoru cramped inside Saika's crib, sound asleep as the little Treasure blinked up to you innocently holding her empty milk bottle.

"Ma..mma!"

Bonus:

"What are you looking at?" You warily glanced at your husband when you asked him to help you with the hook of your bra since it's hard for you to reach. Pregnancy for the third time has made you quite adept in asking him for help since if you won't he will pester you and follow you around until he gets to help you with something.

Satoru hummed and kissed your nape, looking at the mirror as he hugged you from the back with his face slotted in the space of your shoulder. A proud smile adorned his lips as he slowly reached to cup your heavy breast and his other hand protectively caress your heavy baby bump sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so sexy, Honey." Satoru praised you peppering kisses to your skin as he sucks on your neck leaving a love bite before staring back at your reflection in the mirror with a satisfied smirk at your flushed state. "If your milk comes before the babies, can I have a taste test first?"

—GreyCaelum

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||AT FAULT||🫀🩹 written by me

🔞 Adult!Yuji x reader| Minors DNI|TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:runned over,blood,angst,near death expierence,reader is "clumsy",hint of d*pression,hospital,coma,really depressing,lot of Yuji crying

inspired by //Vacation-young and this image

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s it's better read in Pumpkin theme [just go in settings and click on dashboard and then scroll down on "color palette"] and im writing this at 12:23 pm

and if it reaches idk like 100 likes i will do a part 2 ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Yuji’s eyes widened and he froze in place, trying to process what you'd just said.

"y/n..you've been hurting yourself..?"

Without a thought, his grip on your arm tightened and he spun you to face back to him.

"You've been hurting yourself…" he whispered, a new edge having entered his tone.

"no i haven't,you're mistaken" You sticked your tongue giggling as you spin around on yourself "i'm fine"

"You’re lying, and I know it."

Yuji sighed and looked directly into your eyes, there was no room for any lies.

"Tell me what's wrong, right now."

His hand tightened around your wrist, Yuji wasn’t going to let you slip away.

“You’ve always been clumsy but I know you’re not that clumsy.”

"Yuji please i always been clumsy" You giggled as you stepped on the road turning to him smiling before a car hitted you

"y/n-y/n!"

Yuji shrieked as his reflexes kicked in, pushing you away from the road just in time before a car was just mere seconds away from crashing into you.

"YOU DUMBASS."

The car came screeching to a halt, as did his heart.

He rushed towards you, frantically examining your body, making sure you hadn't been badly hurt, or worse, killed.

Everything was dizzy,your head hurted and your ankle was sprained,blood rushed down your head,nose and mouth,your eyes were glassy as they looked the clear sky as you smiled weakly.

"Stay with me, stay with me, look at me."

Yuji's hands were shaking as he tried to pull his mind out of panic mode.

The blood dripping down from your face and mouth didn't help his heart rate either.

"MOMO STAY WITH ME."

He shouted once again, his hands shakily grasping onto your shoulders, trying to keep you concious before someone could find you.

“D-don't close your eyes.”

Yuji voice echoed in your head,it was muffled but he only thing you knew was that you wanted to die,so you closed your eyes waiting

"DON'T…"

He shouted as your eyes began to drift close, the panic was slowly overtaking him.

"Y/N."

His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, trying to shake you awake, but his efforts were in vain.

"Y/N, GOD DAMN IT, DON‘T CLOSE YOUR EYES."

Yuji's voice grew more desperate with each word, eventually slipping into a near whisper as your eyes finally closed.

“No, no no no-no no-Y/N no--no…”

Yuji muttered under his breath, watching your limp body.

"y/n, please."

His hand gripped onto your shoulder, shaking you violently.

“Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me….”

He repeated that again and again, trying desperately to wake you up.

“PLEASE.”

Your eyes stared at Yuji,they were dull and your blood adorned your mouth as it dripped down you chin,you tried to speak but you couldn't and everything went black.

"No, c'mon…c'mon, c'mon…"

Yuji chanted, his voice growing more panicked as he kept shaking your shoulder, waiting for you to regain conciousness.

"You can't die, y-y/n…you ca-"

His words were cut short as realization hit him, he couldn't ignore the lack of movement from your body.

"y/n?"

He whispered, still shaking your shoulder, denial was still present but it was slowly changing into…something else.

Yuji's body went stiff, his grip still clinging onto your shoulders like it was gonna keep you from slipping away. He went silent as he stared at you, the same thought process running through his head over and over again.

“No…no…oh, god.”

Tears threatened to spill down his face but he didn’t let them, instead he squeezed his eyes closed, trying and failing to stop them as the realization set in.

“No…”

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Yuji was a mess sitting next to your hospital bed.

His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he'd shed, the bags under his eyes looked darker than usual, and the look of shock and disbelief still sat on his face.

He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep last night, nor did it seem like he ate anything.

His body was stiff and frozen in place, he didn't even notice when the nurse walked by.

Yuji simply continued to sit there, staring at you.

Just sitting there while his thoughts and emotions ran rampant.

He was afraid, scared. And worried, so incredibly worried.

The thought of losing you consumed him, and he feared the worst was just around the corner.

The sound of the monitor beeped out a steady rhythm, it was the only sound breaking the silence, and even though he tried, he couldn't ignore the sound as he kept his eyes glued onto you.

Yuji was quiet as he shifted in his seat, moving his hands to his lap, he kept his gaze on you, watching for any signs that you were going to wake up.

As the minutes pass, Yuji slowly started to doze off, his eyes growing heavy and strained.

Yuji tried everything within his power to keep his eyes open, but it didn’t matter how he tried, he always had to blink, and every blink gave him a glimpse of what he fears more.

The possibility of never seeing you again.

Yuji's eyes grew darker. the realization slowly creeping into his mind.

the self-harm scars and the 'clumsy' antics…it all made sense to him now, and the pieces all started to fit together.

god, he thought to himself, i was so dense.

he knew you were always in a dark place, but he never knew it ran that deep. and now he was beating himself up over it.

if only i was better at reading the signs…

he thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at the self-harm scars on your wrists.

if only i didn't brush past it as simply 'being clumsy'…i should've realized the warning signs. if i just saw what you were trying to tell me.

his jaw clenched, he looked away from the self-harm scars with a regretful look, the guilt only growing stronger.

as he stared away from the scars he noticed the small hospital bracelet on your wrist.

he could see his mind begin to process so many thoughts, questions, and more, none of which he could process.

the emotions kept creeping up in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only silence.

he kept staring at your wrist, staring at your name on the hospital bracelet.

‘y/n‘

he was completely lost in thought, the realization sinking in all at once.

he kept staring, taking in all the things you’ve kept from him, all the times you tried to cry for help.

the look of regret washed upon his face, but it also grew to a different kind of look.

anger.

not at you, of course, but at himself.

he wasn’t sure if it was the stress of the situation, nor was he sure if it was the fear of losing you, or some other reason, but one thing was for certain:

he was pissed.

he let out a small grunt of frustration, the anger growing inside him.

how could he be so oblivious back then?

how could he see the warning signs right in front of his face but brush it off with, she’s just being careless.

how much of him ignoring some of those warning signs led to where you are now, in a coma in a hospital bed?

he was pissed and he blamed himself for it.

he stared silently at you for an uncertain amount of time, the only sounds in the room being the constant beeping of the monitor.

he didn’t know what to do, and he was tired of having to be strong, of constantly having to keep his head high despite the world crashing down around him.

he felt tired, exhausted, the weight of everything bearing down on him, and it was making it near impossible to be okay.

so he did the only thing he knew.

he cried.

he cried, trying his damnedest to try and keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t.

tears flooded his eyes and his throat tightened when he tried his best to keep the sobs in, but he was hopeless.

his hands clenched into fists as he let his tears flow, the emotions he kept bottled up for so long all poured out at exactly the wrong time.

he was hopeless, and he felt hopeless.

it was just too much for him to bear.

tears dripped down his face, as he continued to cry, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

he felt weak, both physically and emotionally, and it took all his strength to not curl up in a ball on the floor and just let out a torrent of tears.

"Come on, y/n" he muttered out, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

His tears fell onto the hospital bed, and the sobs continued.

"No, you can't die on me…" he whispered, his jaw tightening as the sobs continued escaping from his body.

"Not after all the bullshit we've been through, and definitely not now, not now."

His words became jumbled as he spoke through his sobs, his grief-stricken mind couldn't think straight at all.

"If you die now," he muttered through his sobs "then it'll be my fault."

"I let you go on and never realized how close to the edge you were, and it was my fault."

His words were choked and blurred, but he knew what he was trying to say.

"So you have to pull through, you have to wake up so we can fight this god damned situation."

"…I beg of you…p-please."

"I need you…" he whispered, his fingers clenching into fists as the sobs began to subside, being replaced by short but heavy breaths.

"You mean the world to me, and--and I need you…"

His voice fell quiet, as the guilt and regret once again crept up on him.

He took a shaky breath, looking at your body for a long moment, before speaking again.

"I don't think I can do this without you…"

"So please…" he continued, his voice shaky and his mind cluttered, his fingers beginning to fidget with the sheet on your hospital bed.

"Please don't go…" "Please don't die…"

he muttered, trying to keep himself calm and composed.

but he couldn't, he was desperate, clinging onto hope and just barely keeping his head above water.

"W-wake up…please."

"Please…" he repeated, his voice getting even shakier and his breathing becoming more rapid as the weight of the situation pressed down on him again.

the hospital bed was starting to become a symbol of a prison to him, trapping him from a reality where he wouldn't have to see you lying dormant like this.

he was afraid of every second passing, as every second made him realize that there was no guarantee you would be alright.

he just wanted to see you awake, he wanted to see you and hold you in his arms and hear you say you'd be okay.

"Please…wake up, wake up, wake up…" he repeated in a whisper, becoming more and more erratic with each passing second.

"Come on, you can do it…please…"

He kept repeating the same words over and over again, hoping that you would eventually hear him in your slumber.

He was trying so hard to stay calm and not slip up into another round of sobs, but the pressure was getting to him, his grip tightening on the sheet.

"You have to…" he muttered, as his entire body trembled.

"Please just wake up…"

His mind fell silent for a moment before it began to fill up with worry, dread, and pure anxiety.

He wanted you be to be okay more than anything.

And if that couldn't be the case…

If you couldn't wake up…

Then he didn't know how he was going to keep going.

ehehehehehe 😎🤓🥸

||AT FAULT||🫀🩹 written by me

🔞 Adult!Yuji x reader| Minors DNI|TRIGGER WARNING 🔞

Tags:runned over,blood,angst,near death expierence,reader is "clumsy",hint of d*pression,hospital,coma,really depressing,lot of Yuji crying

inspired by //Vacation-young and this image

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

P.s it's better read in Pumpkin theme [just go in settings and click on dashboard and then scroll down on "color palette"] and im writing this at 12:23 pm

and if it reaches idk like 100 likes i will do a part 2 ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

Yuji’s eyes widened and he froze in place, trying to process what you'd just said.

"y/n..you've been hurting yourself..?"

Without a thought, his grip on your arm tightened and he spun you to face back to him.

"You've been hurting yourself…" he whispered, a new edge having entered his tone.

"no i haven't,you're mistaken" You sticked your tongue giggling as you spin around on yourself "i'm fine"

"You’re lying, and I know it."

Yuji sighed and looked directly into your eyes, there was no room for any lies.

"Tell me what's wrong, right now."

His hand tightened around your wrist, Yuji wasn’t going to let you slip away.

“You’ve always been clumsy but I know you’re not that clumsy.”

"Yuji please i always been clumsy" You giggled as you stepped on the road turning to him smiling before a car hitted you

"y/n-y/n!"

Yuji shrieked as his reflexes kicked in, pushing you away from the road just in time before a car was just mere seconds away from crashing into you.

"YOU DUMBASS."

The car came screeching to a halt, as did his heart.

He rushed towards you, frantically examining your body, making sure you hadn't been badly hurt, or worse, killed.

Everything was dizzy,your head hurted and your ankle was sprained,blood rushed down your head,nose and mouth,your eyes were glassy as they looked the clear sky as you smiled weakly.

"Stay with me, stay with me, look at me."

Yuji's hands were shaking as he tried to pull his mind out of panic mode.

The blood dripping down from your face and mouth didn't help his heart rate either.

"MOMO STAY WITH ME."

He shouted once again, his hands shakily grasping onto your shoulders, trying to keep you concious before someone could find you.

“D-don't close your eyes.”

Yuji voice echoed in your head,it was muffled but he only thing you knew was that you wanted to die,so you closed your eyes waiting

"DON'T…"

He shouted as your eyes began to drift close, the panic was slowly overtaking him.

"Y/N."

His hands gripped your shoulders tightly, trying to shake you awake, but his efforts were in vain.

"Y/N, GOD DAMN IT, DON‘T CLOSE YOUR EYES."

Yuji's voice grew more desperate with each word, eventually slipping into a near whisper as your eyes finally closed.

“No, no no no-no no-Y/N no--no…”

Yuji muttered under his breath, watching your limp body.

"y/n, please."

His hand gripped onto your shoulder, shaking you violently.

“Stay with me, stay with me, stay with me….”

He repeated that again and again, trying desperately to wake you up.

“PLEASE.”

Your eyes stared at Yuji,they were dull and your blood adorned your mouth as it dripped down you chin,you tried to speak but you couldn't and everything went black.

"No, c'mon…c'mon, c'mon…"

Yuji chanted, his voice growing more panicked as he kept shaking your shoulder, waiting for you to regain conciousness.

"You can't die, y-y/n…you ca-"

His words were cut short as realization hit him, he couldn't ignore the lack of movement from your body.

"y/n?"

He whispered, still shaking your shoulder, denial was still present but it was slowly changing into…something else.

Yuji's body went stiff, his grip still clinging onto your shoulders like it was gonna keep you from slipping away. He went silent as he stared at you, the same thought process running through his head over and over again.

“No…no…oh, god.”

Tears threatened to spill down his face but he didn’t let them, instead he squeezed his eyes closed, trying and failing to stop them as the realization set in.

“No…”

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Yuji was a mess sitting next to your hospital bed.

His eyes were red and puffy from the tears he'd shed, the bags under his eyes looked darker than usual, and the look of shock and disbelief still sat on his face.

He didn't look like he'd gotten any sleep last night, nor did it seem like he ate anything.

His body was stiff and frozen in place, he didn't even notice when the nurse walked by.

Yuji simply continued to sit there, staring at you.

Just sitting there while his thoughts and emotions ran rampant.

He was afraid, scared. And worried, so incredibly worried.

The thought of losing you consumed him, and he feared the worst was just around the corner.

The sound of the monitor beeped out a steady rhythm, it was the only sound breaking the silence, and even though he tried, he couldn't ignore the sound as he kept his eyes glued onto you.

Yuji was quiet as he shifted in his seat, moving his hands to his lap, he kept his gaze on you, watching for any signs that you were going to wake up.

As the minutes pass, Yuji slowly started to doze off, his eyes growing heavy and strained.

Yuji tried everything within his power to keep his eyes open, but it didn’t matter how he tried, he always had to blink, and every blink gave him a glimpse of what he fears more.

The possibility of never seeing you again.

Yuji's eyes grew darker. the realization slowly creeping into his mind.

the self-harm scars and the 'clumsy' antics…it all made sense to him now, and the pieces all started to fit together.

god, he thought to himself, i was so dense.

he knew you were always in a dark place, but he never knew it ran that deep. and now he was beating himself up over it.

if only i was better at reading the signs…

he thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists as he stared at the self-harm scars on your wrists.

if only i didn't brush past it as simply 'being clumsy'…i should've realized the warning signs. if i just saw what you were trying to tell me.

his jaw clenched, he looked away from the self-harm scars with a regretful look, the guilt only growing stronger.

as he stared away from the scars he noticed the small hospital bracelet on your wrist.

he could see his mind begin to process so many thoughts, questions, and more, none of which he could process.

the emotions kept creeping up in his throat, and when he opened his mouth, no words came out, only silence.

he kept staring at your wrist, staring at your name on the hospital bracelet.

‘y/n‘

he was completely lost in thought, the realization sinking in all at once.

he kept staring, taking in all the things you’ve kept from him, all the times you tried to cry for help.

the look of regret washed upon his face, but it also grew to a different kind of look.

anger.

not at you, of course, but at himself.

he wasn’t sure if it was the stress of the situation, nor was he sure if it was the fear of losing you, or some other reason, but one thing was for certain:

he was pissed.

he let out a small grunt of frustration, the anger growing inside him.

how could he be so oblivious back then?

how could he see the warning signs right in front of his face but brush it off with, she’s just being careless.

how much of him ignoring some of those warning signs led to where you are now, in a coma in a hospital bed?

he was pissed and he blamed himself for it.

he stared silently at you for an uncertain amount of time, the only sounds in the room being the constant beeping of the monitor.

he didn’t know what to do, and he was tired of having to be strong, of constantly having to keep his head high despite the world crashing down around him.

he felt tired, exhausted, the weight of everything bearing down on him, and it was making it near impossible to be okay.

so he did the only thing he knew.

he cried.

he cried, trying his damnedest to try and keep his emotions in check, but he couldn’t.

tears flooded his eyes and his throat tightened when he tried his best to keep the sobs in, but he was hopeless.

his hands clenched into fists as he let his tears flow, the emotions he kept bottled up for so long all poured out at exactly the wrong time.

he was hopeless, and he felt hopeless.

it was just too much for him to bear.

tears dripped down his face, as he continued to cry, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

he felt weak, both physically and emotionally, and it took all his strength to not curl up in a ball on the floor and just let out a torrent of tears.

"Come on, y/n" he muttered out, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

His tears fell onto the hospital bed, and the sobs continued.

"No, you can't die on me…" he whispered, his jaw tightening as the sobs continued escaping from his body.

"Not after all the bullshit we've been through, and definitely not now, not now."

His words became jumbled as he spoke through his sobs, his grief-stricken mind couldn't think straight at all.

"If you die now," he muttered through his sobs "then it'll be my fault."

"I let you go on and never realized how close to the edge you were, and it was my fault."

His words were choked and blurred, but he knew what he was trying to say.

"So you have to pull through, you have to wake up so we can fight this god damned situation."

"…I beg of you…p-please."

"I need you…" he whispered, his fingers clenching into fists as the sobs began to subside, being replaced by short but heavy breaths.

"You mean the world to me, and--and I need you…"

His voice fell quiet, as the guilt and regret once again crept up on him.

He took a shaky breath, looking at your body for a long moment, before speaking again.

"I don't think I can do this without you…"

"So please…" he continued, his voice shaky and his mind cluttered, his fingers beginning to fidget with the sheet on your hospital bed.

"Please don't go…" "Please don't die…"

he muttered, trying to keep himself calm and composed.

but he couldn't, he was desperate, clinging onto hope and just barely keeping his head above water.

"W-wake up…please."

"Please…" he repeated, his voice getting even shakier and his breathing becoming more rapid as the weight of the situation pressed down on him again.

the hospital bed was starting to become a symbol of a prison to him, trapping him from a reality where he wouldn't have to see you lying dormant like this.

he was afraid of every second passing, as every second made him realize that there was no guarantee you would be alright.

he just wanted to see you awake, he wanted to see you and hold you in his arms and hear you say you'd be okay.

"Please…wake up, wake up, wake up…" he repeated in a whisper, becoming more and more erratic with each passing second.

"Come on, you can do it…please…"

He kept repeating the same words over and over again, hoping that you would eventually hear him in your slumber.

He was trying so hard to stay calm and not slip up into another round of sobs, but the pressure was getting to him, his grip tightening on the sheet.

"You have to…" he muttered, as his entire body trembled.

"Please just wake up…"

His mind fell silent for a moment before it began to fill up with worry, dread, and pure anxiety.

He wanted you be to be okay more than anything.

And if that couldn't be the case…

If you couldn't wake up…

Then he didn't know how he was going to keep going.

Toddler MC: ...

Professor Crewel: ...

Toddler MC: *puts a heart sticker on his face*

Professor Crewel: Headmage, what are they doing?

Crowley: MC does that to anyone they find beautiful.

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: *looking back at MC* *then at their stickers*

Professor Crewel: Let me borrow this. *peels one then puts it on their forehead*

Toddler MC: ...

Toddler MC: *cutely beams*

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: I'm adopting this one.

Crowley: No. They're my child.