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[starlit-summer-nights]

I'm not gonna lie, I was angry when the standard "Butters' parents mistreatment" shebang went on in the latest episode. I mean, at this point, who the hell wouldn't? Instead of jumping to conclusions that Butters is supposedly dishonest, why couldn't Stephen just ask Butters' manager if he worked so that the proof would be given? Oh, that's right, I forgot, he's a fucking moron that once again needs to be imprisoned. Still triggering people like me after last season, I see.

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No More Pain- Mother! Reader x Son! Butters (fluff)

TW- Infertility, Child Abuse

hey everyone! so this is a little outside of what I usually write. I recently watched South Park again and I realized there is absolutely no fanfiction on a mother reader adopting butters as their son. so here’s a wholesome lil story about you adopting butters and taking him away from his evil parents :)

The cold, hard rain pounded on the hills of the Colorado Soil. The same little peaceful mountain town you always knew.

You recently had moved here from Denver. Denver was only about an hour away so you could still see your family frequently and they were very close by. You recently had gotten married with your husband Lee Johnson. Lee was a wonderful man and treated you like absolute royalty. All you could’ve ever hoped and prayed for.

You had a nice little cottage a little ways from town. It seemed almost too perfect, a little cottage for you and your husband to spend the rest of your days in.

Except, there was a piece missing.

“I’m sorry Mrs.Johnson, it seems that your eggs are.. infertile.” The doctor spoke softly, laying down his clip board.

The doctor had actually been an old friend of Lee’s, they had gone to school together for a while and became close. His name was Dr. Rick Morrison.

You felt everything in your world absolutely shatter. The world had felt like it stopped turning for a moment.

“What.. no! There has to be a mistake!” You protested, immediately going into denial.

The doctor looked at you with sympathy in his eyes, laying a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry. I wish there was something I could do. I know you both were very excited to have children. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to support you both through this.” He looked sad too, and grieved with you.

You thanked him and he hugged you. He was a great man and he always had looked out for you when you needed a check up.

You got in the car and tried to compose yourself. This was not something you easily could recover from.

On the way home, you worried how you were going to break the news to your husband. He was going to be just as, if not more devastated than you are.

You let a few tears slide down your cheek. You were trying so hard to hold it together, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel of you car.

You looked at the picture you had of you and Lee on your wedding day, sitting on the stairs of the local church.

And then to the baby clothes you had bought on sale that your friend was giving away, just in case the miraculous day finally would happen for you too.

You looked up to the sky.

“Why couldn’t it be us?” You questioned, as if asking God why.

You pulled over on the side of the rocky road. There was already one bad thing about today, you didn’t need another to happen.

You let everything out. You screamed, you cried, you hit your dashboard.

You finally had calmed down. You had accepted it. You and Lee would never have a child.

And maybe.. all you needed was eachother after all.

You started the car back up, driving away from the side of the road.

You had entered back into town, a few minutes away from your house.

Just then, you see something that makes your heart lurch.

A small, young boy, huddled next to dumpster.

His head was hung.. almost like he was crying and weeping.

Your flight or fight response set in. What if it was a trap to lure you in? You were a lone woman, after all.

But.. he was so small and frail..

Well.. if you were gonna die, you were gonna die trying to save a child, at least.

You parked your car a little ways back, so you wouldn’t scare him.

You gently closed your car door, making sure that wouldn’t scare him off either.

You finally got to the dumpster, a few feet away from where he was.

He was indeed crying. Sobbing, in fact.

His cries absolutely broke your heart. No little boy should be crying like that.

And then you looked to his body. His body almost seemed lifeless, so emancipated and thin. Like he hadn’t eaten in years.

He looked to be dirty too. His skin was covered in dirt.

You finally mustered up enough courage to speak.

“H-hi there.” You spoke gingerly, not wanting to spook him.

The boy immediately jumped, letting out a scream.

“No, no! I’m not here to hurt you I-I promise!” You defended yourself, throwing your hands up.

He calmed down and looked at you for a minute. He seemed to be.. at ease, almost.

“Who-who are you?” He questioned, curiosity in his voice. He had a light little voice with a touch of a southern drawl.

You stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m Y/N Johnson. What’s your name?” You gently smiled, trying to show him it was okay to approach you.

“Uh-uh.. Butters, ma’am. Butters Stotch.” He replied nervously, cautiously taking your hand.

“Nice to meet you Butters,” you smiled at him gently.

“What are you doing out here on a cold rainy night like this?” You sat down in the snow gently next to him.

“My-my parents locked me out of the house. They told me I should never come back. I don’t know what I did.. I was just playing action figures in my room and then my dad came in and slapped me and then my mom told me I was never allowed back in.” He began to cry, the hot tears spilling down his cheeks.

You felt your heart break, a huge pit in your chest. A sweet, precious boy like him should never have to go through something like that.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry to hear that,” you spoke softly.

“Would you like a hug? I know that has to be very scary.” You opened your arms out for a hug, you just wanted to comfort him until he stopped crying.

He finally looked up at you. He was a beautiful little boy. Baby blue eyes, light blonde hair, a small, little button nose, long eyelashes, and a few freckles here and there.

His eyes held so much emotion. You could almost feel like in that moment he finally accepted that you were trying to help him.

“S-sure, Miss.Johnson.” He moved closer to you, wrapping his little arms around you.

You made sure to gently hug him back. He was so thin, you were scared to even touch him.

“Hey.. it’s kind of cold out here and wet.. I have a car parked over there with a heater and I have some stuff I could dry you off with, would you like that?” You looked down at him, he had his little head leaned against your shoulder for support.

He looked up at you with pure innocence in his eyes.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind doing that?” He almost seemed shocked that you would do such a thing to take care of him.

“Of course not.” You smiled back at him.

“Come on. It’s over here.” You stood up gently, him not letting go of you.

You carried him to your car, sitting him in the back. He felt so light.

You took all the baby blankets and clothes you had and tried your best to remember how to swaddle. You also had some towels in your car too so once you had swaddled him with the blankets and clothes, you draped as many towels as you could on him.

“That alright, Butters?” You questioned, looking at him.

He snuggled into the warmth.

“It’s very nice. I’m starting to feel warm again.” He replied.

“Good. Hang tight, okay? I’m going to take you to my house. We have lots of food and a place where you can sleep, okay?” You smiled at him again, buckling him up. You also had a booster seat in you car from when you had babysat your cousin’s kids and she wanted you to have it just in case.

“O-Okay Mrs.Johnson.” He replied softly.

You finally saw a little smile spread across his face.

What a truly angelic sight.

You gently kissed his forehead and got in the driver’s seat.

You dialed up your husband and told him what was going on.

He was ready to help too.

You finally got to your cottage. You carried Butters inside and sat him down on the couch.

You ran a hot bath, with your husband monitoring Butters.

You both helped give him a nice, warm bath, which helped him warm up immensely. He finally was clean too.

But, another sight that broke your heart.

There were scars, littered all over his back. Some big and some small.

You spared a sad glance at your husband, almost with a few tears in your eyes. Your husband shared your sympathy, with him wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

Butters was fast asleep on the couch, under a big, warm, fluffy blanket.

You had given him some warm, fuzzy pajama’s your cousin’s son accidentally left over at your house.

He looked like an absolute angel fast asleep.

Poor thing probably hadn’t slept well in a while.

Your husband had already started the fire, which helped him warm up.

“Well, darling, what do we need to do now? He’s fast asleep and the poor thing probably hasn’t slept in ages.” You looked at your husband, who eyed the boy sadly.

“Do you think he’s hungry? He looks like he hasn’t eaten in a while.” He questioned, looking back at you.

“It’s worth a shot. I’ll go wake up him if you could get the food.” You nodded.

“Done and done, sugarplum.” He kissed your forehead before walking off to the fridge.

You softly put your hand on Butters’ shoulder.

“Butters, sugar, wake up for just a minute.” You spoke softly.

He stirred and fluttered his eyes open.

“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking into those sweet, innocent blue eyes.

“I am a little.. the last time I ate was right before you found me. I found a bag of 2 half eaten donuts. I figured.. that would have been enough to last me for a little while.” He explained, rubbing his fingers together nervously.

Your heart absolutely broke into pieces for a third time. How long had he been doing this?

“Well, we have some food that you can have. What would you like?” You smiled.

“W-well, I like pancakes.. but it’s 12 in the mornin’.” He rubbed his fingers together nervously again.

“Well sweetheart, we’ll make those for you if you want them. My husband here is actually amazing at making pancakes.” You encouraged, you really wanted him to eat.

“O-okay. If that’s okay with you.” He softly said back.

“Of course, sweetheart. Do you like tv? While he makes those for you we can watch TV together if you want.” You sat next to him.

“Uh.. sure. I like Terrance and Phillip sometimes and sometimes Little Bunny Foo Foo.. (I’m making it a show lol).”

You remembered looking up that show for your cousins you babysit.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me look that up for you.” You smiled, grabbing the remote.

Yup, exactly as you remembered, channel 444.

“Here you go, Butters.” You smiled, laying down the remote.

“Thanks.. Ma..Ma..” he drifted off back to sleep.

You felt your heart absolutely flutter in delight. You wanted nothing more than to be called Mama. A few tears escaped your eyes.

“You heard that too, right?” You whispered to your husband in the kitchen, who was cooking pancakes in the kitchen.

“I did, baby.” He smiled, serving the pancakes on a plate.

“So what did Rick tell you?” He turned, hugging you from behind.

“Uh.. uh.. yeah.. I was gonna tell you.. before I.. I got back..” you stuttered, afraid of what his reaction was going to be.

“I’m infertile, honey.” You looked up at him, tears threatening to spill again.

He held a shocked expression, but immediately ran to your side and held you.

“I’m here, I’m here baby. We’re going to get through this. I love you.” He repeated, holding you tight.

“I love you too.” You sighed, holding him just as tight.

Butters eventually woke back up and ate, like a wolf that had just caught it’s piece of prey. That poor boy was absolutely starving, but you felt so grateful you could help him eat again.

It was way past his bed time, so you had decided to put him back to sleep on the couch so you could keep an eye on him.

Your husband had gone to bed and asked you to let him know if Butters had any problems. You told him you would keep an eye on him.

Eventually, however, you had fallen asleep, with Butters propped up on your right shoulder.

Morning had come. Butters was reported missing. You wondered how that could work, because his parents had shut him out of his own house.

Eventually, the police had been called to find him. Butters parents had their house investigated and they were questioned thoroughly before being arrested on charges of child neglect, premeditated murder and child abuse.

The next few months, everything began to fall perfectly into place. You and your husband volunteered to foster Butters until he could find a new home. Butters had been eating regularly, had made art for you and your husband to hang on the fridge, and seemed to be getting his personality back.

“Honey, I think it’s time.” Your husband smiled at you, beaming with glee.

You were confused. “Huh?”

“I emailed the foster care place. They said we can come in to sign the adoption papers later today.” He smiled, taking your hands gently.

“R-really? Are you sure? It’s only been about 3 months..” you replied nervously.

“I think we’re more than ready. Look how we’re worked together as a team that night. We’ve waited so long for this and we’re on the brink of it.. do you really want to wait that much longer?” He questioned, care in his voice and his forest green eyes.

You felt determined. That child was going to be yours and your family would finally be complete.

“Okay. Let’s do it.” You grinned at your husband.

You had taken Butters with you too the foster care place, walking up to the front desk.

You signed the papers inconspicuously, making sure Butters didn’t see. You wanted this to be a complete surprise to him.

Once you signed the papers, you thanked the lady at the front desk and went out to the car, but not before a cheerful smile and a “congratulations” was said.

You and your husband smiled to yourselves, but a confused Butters looked at you curiously.

Your husband held Butters while you got his little shirt. You had it in your closet just in case you decided to ever adopt a child.

And lucky you, today was that day.

Butters read the shirt.

“Happy.. Gotcha Day..” he read softly.

He immediately began to tear up.

“Are.. are you my parents now?” He questioned, looking up at you and your husband.

You and your husband both grinned ear to ear.

“That’s right. Welcome to the family, Mr. Butters Stotch Johnson.” Lee smiled, kissing the little boy on his forehead.

“Welcome home, my beloved angel.” You walked up to him, kissing his forehead.

From then on, Butters was the answer to your prayer, the angel sent from the heavens. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤️

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masterlist- multifandom

this is not at all finished, imma just update this as I go :)

obx

☀️john booker rutledge☀️sick

✨jj maybank✨

🌠pope heyward🌠

south park

💙stan marsh💙

❣️kyle broflovski❣️

🍗eric cartman🍗

💧kenny mcormick💧

💓butters stotch💓

💓-

💙craig tucker💙

💚tweek tweak💚

🧡clyde donovan🧡

💜token black💜

💚scott malcom💚

fnaf

💜micheal afton💜

❤️phone guy❤️

Pokémon

🥖arven sada-turo🥖

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how the boys of obx would react to you having insomnia-

john b-

-he has it too sometimes, especially after his dad disappeared, so he knows how you feel

-you would talk about deep stuff, like philosophical stuff, since both of you are deep thinkers

-asks if you want water, and goes and gets you both a glass

-he asks what’s on your mind, if there’s anything bothering you, etc

-you at first never wanted to tell him anything because he was already stressed out with his dad, so you held back

-but, he persisted, wanting to know exactly what’s on your mind

-you’d tell him what you were thinking about, but this time it wasn’t because anything was stressing you out, you just couldn’t sleep

-wraps his arms around you, knowing you fall asleep easier if he’s hugging you

-“I make you feel safe don’t I y/n?” He smirked, but he knew he was asking you genuinely.

-kisses your forehead and whispers sweet things to you

-he takes his hands and rubs his thumbs across your cheeks

-“you’ll always be my girl, isn’t that right y/n?” “my sweet girl.” “you’re so beautiful.” “I love you, my y/n.”

-runs his fingers through your hair

-kisses your nose too. it’s his favorite spot to kiss on you

-you eventually start feeling sleepy and doze off into his arms, but not before he can sneak one last little kiss on your forehead

“good night my y/n, sleep well.” he whispered, falling asleep himself.

jj maybank-

-surprisingly, he actually struggles with it too, having to grow up with a dad that constantly hit him

-makes it all about you, asking if he needs to beat anyone up. our JJ is very protective <3

- you laugh and tell him no, you just couldn’t sleep

- “oh well if that’s the case, come here then,” he opens his arms, ready for you to come in and lay with him

-he peppers little kisses on your neck

-jj being jj, he would crack little jokes

-you would chuckle

-he would rub the small of your back in little circles

-his arms were what made you feel safe. you felt like they were a big brick wall and no one could hurt you as long as you were in them <3

-he would sigh and tell you how pretty you were, and how he could he ever score someone like you

-not as smooth with sweet talk as john b, since feelings are a bit harder for him to deal with, but when he opens up to you, get ready because he will not stop trying to be romantic with you

-you’d start to feel sleepy and you’d drift off

-he would smile, knowing he made you feel safe and secure enough to fall asleep

-“goodnight, my beautiful y/n.” he whispered as you fell asleep.

pope heyward-

-pope being sweet little pope, he would go and make you some tea to help you fall asleep

-he knew you had a hard time with insomnia, so he liked to do little favors for you at night to make sure you slept well

-he even takes you out sometimes by the marsh at night because he knows looking at the sunsets help you calm down

-he knows the ocean makes you sleepy too so sometimes, a little before you planned to go to sleep, he took you to go sit on the beach with him

-but alas, when all else failed, and you still laid there next to him wide awake, he would sing to you

-yes, you read that right. pope actually has a very nice voice, he just doesn’t really use it that often

-you didn’t even know he could sing until you were so restless one night, he randomly just started singing to you

-you, surprised, but pleasantly surprised, slowly started to doze off with how dreamy he sounded

-he chuckled, proud of himself. that was a last resort

-“goodnight, my sweet little y/n.”

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cute little edit of John B and JJ <3

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sick- john b x reader

yeah so I’m actually sick right now, so what better way to enjoy it then to write a sick fic with john b caring for a sick reader <3 this is my first fic so I hope y’all enjoy it. enjoy lovelies ✨

You coughed, you knew you were sick today but didn’t want to admit it. You were sure you had caught a cold, ironic for a place like OBX. You had so much work to do for school already. You hardly slept last night because your chest was so tight. You were a kook with loving parents who would do anything for you, so when they found out you were sick, they made sure to lay you down in your bed and get you everything you needed.

“Mom, dad, I’m fine!” You insisted, but coughing after you finished “fine.”

“Honey, you’re coughing like there’s a frog in your throat. It’s okay, one day is not going to kill you.” Your mom smiled gently.

“Yes, she’s right. Go rest dear. I have to head to work today, but your mom is about to go to the store to get you soup and everything.” Your dad pressed a kiss to your forehead, grabbing his stuff for work.

“I’ll call you in just a bit.” Your dad smiled softly at you and your mom before headed out the door.

Your mom smiled back at your dad, waving a “bye” and “I love you.”

“Alright love, go lay down and I’ll go get your stuff.” Your mom grabbed her purse.

You huffed, finally accepting you were sick and trudging back to bed.

You dose off sleepily, from not being able to sleep.

You were awoken by a text from your phone about 4 hours later, from your best friend, John B.

✨jimmy johns✨- hey, where are you?

Aw. He always noticed when you weren’t at school.

y/n- im sick, my chest was really tight this morning and i barely slept lol

You typed out, hitting send.

Not even a couple of seconds later, you get another text from him.

✨jimmy johns✨- say no more. im on my way.

Oh no. You didn’t mean for him to ditch school and make him take care of you.

Another text, almost like he read your mind.

✨jimmy johns✨- don’t worry about me skipping. im barely there anyway. you’re way more important to me.

You smiled softly. You really appreciated the thought.

And to be completely honest with yourself, maybe you did like John B a little more than you were willing to let on.

You two were the closest of friends, aside from you and the other Pouges. You hated all the Kooks immediately when you met them, Topper even trying to hit on you. You, being the polite person you were, just faked a smile and walked away, but made it clear you didn’t want to hang out with them. The only Kook you really liked was Kie, and she became your best friend too after she took you in to the Pouges. You had no hate for Sarah Cameron either, Sarah actually kinda distracted Topper for you so he would leave you alone. You occasionally talked to the blonde girl, sometimes she would sit with you and Kie too when she had too much of the Kooks.

Immediately, after hearing that Topper hit on you, John B and JJ swore to protect you, John B even offering to beat him up. Pope offered to help too, but he had more to lose with his dad wanting him to go to school.

In his mind, even though he would never say it, you were his girl.

You heard a knock on your door.

“Hey! Y/n, I’m breaking in!” John B called out, opening your door.

You always left the door open for him.

Your parents ironically loved John B, your dad even said he saw a lot of himself in the young boy.

They wouldn’t mind letting him crash at your house sometimes when things got rough over at his house, and they let JJ come stay too when things got tough over on his end. Heck, they would let all of you pile up in the basement.

Those nights were always so fun.

“Y/n! Where are you?” He looked for you, coming up the stairs.

You felt too weak to walk over, so you called back out to him.

“I’m right here, J.” You called out weakly, your voice cracking.

He opened the door, hearing your voice.

His warm brown eyes immediately softened seeing you.

“Oh, honey..” He softly spoke, walking towards you.

“Stop, I’m fine,” you chuckled softly, hiding your head behind your pillow.

You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks, in all the time you’ve known him, he’s never called you honey.

He chuckled, softly smiling at you, sitting on the bed.

“Hey, I got you something.” His deep, honey like voice soothed your ears.

“Hmm?” You hummed softly, looking up at him.

“I know your throat must be kinda scratchy from coughing so much.”

He pulled out a pack of cough drops.

You heart fluttered. He really didn’t have to do that.

“Aw, J.. you didn’t have to do that.” You smiled softly.

“Yeah, I did. I needed to come take care of my best friend.” He laughed, giving you a cough drop.

You smiled at him and thanked him, gulping down the cough drop.

“Well, let’s see..” he began, putting his thumbs to his cheek, thinking.

He looked down at your long legs, which were bear. You felt like you had been in the oven way too long.

“You need a blanket? I brought one from my house.” He smiled gently, whipping out a quilt from his backpack.

“N-no that’s okay J,” you politely declined, feeling like you were super sweaty.

John B didn’t wanna admit it, but you looked kinda hot when you were sweaty.

You saw him blush slightly, him eyeing your body.

“That’s okay love.” He smiled back at you, grazing his fingers across your fingers.

You blushed. You sometimes would hold hands platonically, but this time it felt.. different.

“Well, anything else I can do for you? Your mom told me she’d be back in a bit. We were gonna make you some soup.” He spoke, still grazing your fingers.

Aw. You loved when John B and your mom would bond over simple stuff like that.

“Y’all are so sweet.” You grinned back at him. You had a little bit of a southern accent, you and your family had moved in from a back road southern part of Tennessee.

John B never said anything, but he absolutely adored your accent. It was so unique and that’s why he loved it. He called you a “Country Pouge.”

Eventually, he brought you some cough syrup, as much as you didn’t wanna drink the nasty liquid.

He promised you though, that he would cuddle with you afterwards if you drank it.

You did, after more bribing.

You finally decided to hold his hand back.

He blushed, noticing you did.

“Hey..” he said softly.

You felt everything in the room drop.

Almost like.. a nervous energy.

“Hey..” you replied back, smiling at how cute he looked.

“Y/n, there’s something I’ve been meaning to get off of my chest.” He nervously said, fiddling with his fingers.

Finally. You’d been waiting for him to confess first, because in the off chance that he didn’t like you back, you didn’t wanna ruin your amazing friendship with him.

“I like you.. no, I love you.” He blurted out nervously. His cheeks were red as could be.

You couldn’t take it. He looked so cute and flustered.

You brought his face into your hands, and kissed him.

Oh shoot. You forgot you were sick.

He leaned into the kiss, him leaning down so you wouldn’t have to get up.

You prayed to God your mom wouldn’t walk in right now.

Not that you and John B were gonna do something nasty per se, you just didn’t want your mom or dad to think something was sus.

John B’s hands carefully trailed down your body, feeling you slowly. Tracing every curve you had to offer.

You parted for air for a moment, both of you looking in eachothers eyes.

“I love you too, John B.” You laughed happily as he held you between his arms.

He laughed, kissing your forehead.

“So I’m guessing you wanna be mine?” He smiled that big grin you couldn’t help but fall for.

“Always have.” You replied, kissing his lips.

He giggled, wrapping his arms around you.

John B took care of you for the rest of the day, bringing you soup and cuddling with you.

He slept over, he didn’t want to go home knowing you were sick and he would be worried about you.

Your parents didn’t have a problem with both of you sleeping on the couch, as long as they could keep an eye on you two.

Eventually though, you wanted to go back to your room, the couch wasn’t doing anything for your back, which kind of ached from your cold.

John B didn’t mind, and he said he would stay on the couch for the rest of the night.

You didn’t want him to, but you were too sleepy to say anything else.

He laughed at your sleepiness and picked you up, putting you in your bed.

He tucked you in and kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, my little dove.”

He made it to the doorframe before you stopped him, half asleep.

“Wait..” you mumbled sleepily.

“Stay with me?” You mumbled, your eyes still closed.

“Your parents don’t care?” John B asked, but walking closer to you.

“No. If they get all weird about it just say I had to move to my bed because we kept falling off the couch.” You mumbled.

“Alright, love.” He laughed at your response, climbing in the bed with you.

You rolled over to him, as he wrapped his sturdy arms around you.

You’d never felt so safe.

“Better?” He asked, a chuckle mixed in.

“So much better.” You sighed sleepily, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Good. Goodnight, darling.” He sighed, kissing the crown of your head.

“Goodnight, J.” You hugged on to him tighter.

The next morning you woke up.

You admired how pretty John B looked while sleeping.

You reached your fingers out, combing his brown fluffy curls.

He hummed in his sleep softly, softly opening his eyes.

He sneezed, making sure to aim it away from you.

You facepalmed. The whole point was for you to get better, not for him to get sick.

“Greaaat..” you sighed. “I got you sick.” You said.

“It’s okay. It’s worth it for you.” He mumbled in his morning voice.

“As long as you take care of me now.” He laughed, softly coughing.

“Of course, honey.” You smiled softly, kissing his temple.

Yeah.. let’s just say John B stayed with you for a couple more days now. 🤍