My Very Own One-shots Book

The Things I Do For You: Michael x Butters

A.N.:A bunch of things Michael did for Butters. Each situation Tittle will be bold.

Sick Little Butters

Butters was in bed coughing. He had came down with the flu. His noes was runny and he was buried under tons of blankets claiming he was cold.

Michael was taking care of his precious Butters. He got him soup and gave him medicine. He made sure he stayed warm and had plenty of tissue.

"Is there anything you need or want Boo-Boo?"

"I have one thing but you won't do it."

Butters sneezed and blew his noes into a tissue. He cuddled beneath the blanket. He looked so helpless. Michael sighed. He wouldn't deny Butters even if its the stupidest thing.

"Just tell me. I promise I'll do it."

Butters blushed, "C-can you wear a sexy nurse outfit while you nurse me to health?"

How could Michael say no. He didn't want to but he knew I'd he didn't he would feel bad. He nodded and Butters smiled. He went into Butters closet and got the outfit. Butters had bough him one when they where trying roleplay.

When Michael came back out from changing Butters blushed. He took a couple of pictures. Michael looked amazing and Butters was very happy.

"Nurse Michael you look so cute."

"Thanks?"

"Turn around so I can button the back."

Michael listen. The first thing Butters did was grab Michael's butt. Sick Butters was a pervy butters. Michael blushed. It was different. Michael was use to teasing Butters and doing the little Pervy things.

"Butters!"

"What baby?"

"What do you think your doing?"

"Mmm trying to get laid."

"Your sick. Calm yourself."

"You looks so irresistible."

That week was the most difficult. Between dressing up and Butters trying to top him. Once Butters was well everything back to normal.

Sweaters

He couldn't believe he had colour other than black on. Michael looked down at the baby blue sweater with the words 'I love my cute boyfriend'. He watched Butters gushed with sparkles in his eyes like it was some cheesy fanfiction or anime.

Butters had a matching sweater. His was in black and said 'I love my goth boyfriend.' He smiled at the fact that michael was wearing his. He wanted to wear them to school.

"Blue looks so good on you!"

"Um thanks."

"Ready?"

"For what?"

"To go to school!"

"Okay let me change first."

Butters began to pout. Michael stuffed the sweater in his bag. He didn't notice how upset he made Butters. He walked out the door with Butters trailing behind.

The whole first half of the day Butters was quiet. This was unusual. Butters didn't even sit next to him during lunch. Michael wanted answers so he went and looked for the blond. Be found him crying in a stairway.

"Butters?"

"W-what?"

"Why are you crying? Why aren't you acting like you?"

"I'm not crying."

"Bull shit."

"Just go away. I don't wanna talk to you. I just might embarrass you."

"Embarrass me?"

"Yeah."

"Where did you get that idea?"

"You didn't wear your sweater to school."

"That's what this is about."

"Yes you big jerk! I saved up money for weeks so I can get them and then instead if wearing it you crumple it up and stuff it in your bag! I was trying to show you I love you but instead I felt like it didn't even matter."

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you. Sorry don't cut it Michael."

Michael knew he was in big trouble. Butters cursed at him. His sweet little Buttercream swore and he was the reason why. He went over to hug him but was slapped. He was shocked and was more so when all he could do was stand there as Butters walked away.

Michael knew the only way Butters would forgive him was if he wore the baby blue sweater. He sighed and put it on. He went back out to smoke.

When Butters walked into the class and saw Michael wearing the sweater he got excited. Then he felt guilty. He walked over and hugged Michael tightly. He talked but was muffled by the fact his fave was buried in Michael's chest.

"What was that."

"I-im a dummy."

"No you're not."

"I am. I g-got mad for no reason."

"I understand completely."

"I over reacted "

"Its fine. Just give me a kiss."

Butters complied. After that Michael wore the sweater occasionally. Butters was happy and so was Michael. So what if he he wore a colourful sweater. That would make him and unconforming goth anyway

Let's go to McDonald's

Butters was lucky Michael loved him. That is the only reason he is currently picking a lock. Not any lock though. He was breaking into McDonald's. Not for the money either. No what Butters wanted is different. He wanted to play on the play place.

Michael smiled as he seen Butters face lit up with excitement. Butters ran and began to play. He was so happy. He played on everything. Michael sat to the side and watched.

After a while on playing on the playground, Butters jumped into a ball pit. He played by himself. It was kinda boring though. He pouted before smiling.

"Michael play with me!"

"Butters I'm not playing in a ball pit."

"Fine you McChicken."

"What did you call me."

Butters chanted the silly nickname. He made chicken noises. Michael was getting irked. He marched over and went into the ball pit. They played together for a bit. Butters smiled and yawned.

"Let's go home sleepy head."

"Will you carry me."

"Fine," Michael climbs out if the ball pit,"let's go."

Butters climbed out and held out his arms. Michael picked up the smaller, thicker male and carried him to his house. Michael unlocked the front door and went into his bedroom. Usually Butters am would whine that Michael room was scary but he was fast asleep.

Michael did crazy things but only for his Butters.