"𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔,𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜"
𝚊/𝚗: 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐,𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
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He wasn’t that sick. Not really. Just… okay, yeah, he couldn’t stand up without feeling like the world spun sideways, but that didn’t count. He’d had worse. Probably.
“Barry, you need to rest,” Dawn said, sitting cross-legged on the floor with one of her plushies. She was flipping through one of her contest notebooks like this was a normal Tuesday.
He leaned against her shoulder, arms wrapped around her like a lifeline. “I am resting. See? Totally resting. On you.”
Dawn sighed, but she didn’t move him off. “You’re ridiculous.”
He grinned, pressing his forehead to her neck. “And you’re warm.”
She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks went pink. And once Barry noticed that—oh yeah, game over. He tugged her into his lap before she could wriggle away, arms locking around her waist. She squeaked, swatting at his shoulder, but not like she meant it.
“Barry! You’re supposed to be sick.”
“I am sick. That’s why I need affection. Doctor’s orders.” He planted a dramatic kiss on her shoulder, then another against her collarbone. She stiffened, blushing hard.
“No lip kisses,” she warned, flustered. “I’m not catching whatever this is.”
“Fine, fine,” Barry grumbled, but his smirk gave him away. Instead, he nuzzled her jaw, pressing a trail of fever-warm kisses up her neck. Every time she made that tiny gasp noise, he felt ten times better. Who needed medicine when Dawn’s reactions were basically a cure-all?
“Barry—” she tried, but it came out breathy.
“What? I can’t kiss my girlfriend? I'm gonna fine you a million yen for that” he teased, grinning even as he buried his face against her shoulder again.
Her hands hovered like she couldn’t decide whether to push him away or just give up and hug him back. She chose the latter, fingers threading into his messy hair.
And just like that—Barry melted. Completely. He sighed against her, arms tightening. “Told you… affection therapy works. I feel better already.”
Dawn laughed softly, shaking her head, but her voice went warm. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yup,” he mumbled, already dozing against her. “But I’m your impossible.”
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𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 '_'