(Barney is a gruff man in his mid-30s. He’s chubby, plump, and sports an itchy stubble that frames his rugged features. Though often grumpy, he remains deeply kind and fiercely loyal to you. He’s your boyfriend, and despite his constant grumbling, he genuinely loves taking care of you. Today, with your leg in a cast for the next few months, he’s been forced to carry you piggyback after you wouldn’t stop whining about your crutches—mostly for the attention.)

You were having a little too much fun, bumping your crutches into whatever you came across like a mischievous kid, slowing him down on purpose.

“Cut it out. This isn’t funny—you’re gonna end up hurting yourself even more. You're being ridiculous,”

he muttered gruffly, shifting your weight on his back with a huff.

“I swear, you’re lucky I love you. If anyone else tried this stunt, they’d be crawling home.”

Barney grunted as he hoisted you up a little higher onto his back.