#Barley Lightfoot x reader

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[yandereonward]

How do you think the brothers would react to a human s/o that compared ears? Like touching their ears and letting them touch theirs? I think it would be super cute and a little funny

AW This would be cute

Ian Lightfoot

He would be interested in your ears since they're unlike anything he's seen

The only ears he's seen were round, like circles, but yours were ovalish

He thinks your ears are more sensitive than they actually are since his ears are really sensitive

Se he's very gentle, though I can't say the same about you

Since your ears aren't sensitive when pulled, you didn't expect him to be sensitive

You had touched his ear gently, before tugging it, causing him to squeal

^You blushed, before quickly apologizing, as his face deepened. He hadn't expected you to do that and was quite surprised

^"I'm so sorry Ian!"

^ "It's fine. I've been through worse"

^ "I just didn't expect... you know- for your ears to be so sensitive"

^ "Are yours not?"

^ You laughed, thinking he was joking, before realizing he was serious and stopped, "Of course not- Well... Not like yours. I mean it hurts when you cut them or tug really hard, but you can tug them," You tug your ears to show him, "and it won't hurt."

Barley Lightfoot

He, unlike his brother, would not realize his own strength and tug on your ears-hard

When you squealed in pain, he quickly apologized

^ You might grab his in retaliation, but you can pull as hard as you want, it won't hurt him

Because his ears, also unlike his brother, aren't as sensitive. So he didn't think yours would be sensitive, what he DIDN'T know was that while yours weren't sensitive, they were more so than his

From then on, he would be a lot softer with your ears

He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you again

He really likes when you touch his ears

^ When you feel them, rub them, massage them, pull them gently- He loves it all

Not in a sexual way, at least not all the time

He has a fascination with your ears- He wants to know if they work the same as his and if they're different, how they're different, why are they so round? Can you hear different sounds then him? Can one of you hear farther than the other, etc,

He just wants to know everything, because he loves you and he thinks you shouls knw everything about someone you love

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Characters x gn/masc!reader headcanons cheat sheet

Here is the list of characters I can write about:

• Cove Holden (Our Life)

• Barley Lightfoot (Onward)

• Sun & Moon (FNAF)

• Pluto (Nevermore)

• Duke (Nevermore)

📪My askbox is currently closed to avoid making me overwhelmed! It will reopen as soon as possible!

Cove :

Neurodivergent MC headcanons

Barley :

Snowy day (small story, fluff, established relationship)

Sun & Moon :

DCA x DJMM attendant!reader

Discovering the Internet for the first time (small story, hurt/comfort)

DCA x daycare manager!reader

Pluto :

Songs I associate to Pluto

SFW alphabet with Pluto

Magic tricks aren't for cats (small story featuring Duke)

Pluto x gn!reader relationship headcanons

Pluto x gn!reader who's like Eulalie headcanons

Pluto x tall!gn!reader who likes to fluster him

Pluto x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Pluto x himbo!reader relationship headcanons

"Who did this to you?" (Hurt/comfort small story)

On a calm afternoon (Small make out fic)

Duke :

Magic tricks aren't for cats (small story featuring Pluto)

SFW alphabet with Duke

Duke x gn!reader relationship headcanons

Duke x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Duke x gn!reader general headcanons

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When they're sad

A/N: I am sorry if a character is not on par, I haven't watched all these movies recently, only half of them I've seen in the past month. But I try my best to keep the characters in character. The reader is almost always gender neutral unless I specified differently in the title. For Elsa, this scenario is set between the 1st and 2nd movies. For Buzz, this scenario is set when he was still Andy's toy.

Hades (Hercules 1997):

It is a rare occurrence that you see the god of the underworld vulnerable. Sure you've seen him mad, angry and frustrated but never sad or down.

You knew better to approach him quietly so you made it known that you were going to him.

His hair flared more to life and his head snapped towards your direction. A fake grin spread across his face and he spoke up. "Aye dollface! The dead didn't keep you away I see."

You suppressed the eyeroll at his remark. He was trying to mask his vulnerable state and it was obvious. You got down to eye level and looked at his ashy face. You reached out and caressed his tear stained cheeks. "You have been crying, haven't you..."

His hair flickered and he pushed your hand away. "Please, as if. It's all this dust down here. Making my allergies all messed up."

You weren't buying that one bit. A sigh slipped past your lips and you sat down beside him. "Tell me what's wrong. I can listen as long as you want me to."

He huffed and pulled you closer by your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder and grumbled on about something that happened earlier.

You just sat with him and rubbed his hands that placed on your stomach as you listened to his venting.

Elsa (Frozen):

The large door of Elsa's room made her look away from the window she was staring out of. Once she saw it was you, she quickly whipped her tears that threatened to spill over. "Y/n, what are you doing here?" She smiled softly but the saddness in her voice was still there.

Your face softened seeing her upset. "Hey, what is it? You look like you've been crying."

Elsa straightened her posture and waved her hands in front of her. "Oh no I'm fine. Everything is fine." She sounded more like she was trying to convince herself more than anything.

You took gingerly steps towards her and took her cold hands into yours. Ignoring her confused expression, you continued speaking. "If something is bothering you, tell me. Whatever it is I will help. Or at least try." The last part you tried to lighten the mood by adding that in.

And it did make her lightly laugh but then her eyes met yours again and the waterworks started again.

Elsa gripped your hands tighter and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around you tightly.

You hugged her back and stood there with her as she cried into your shoulder/neck. 

Barley Lightfoot (Onward):

Barley sat on his bed as he played with a Quests of Yore card between his fingers. His eyes shown sorrow and a pain shot through your chest seeing him so blue.

His mom had told you that he was just upstairs when you entered the Lightfoot household. You thanked her and giggled at the panting dragon bouncing around your feet.

Mrs. Lightfoot sprayed it with water and it scurried away. You opened the door to Barley's room and your excitement slowly faded as you saw him hunched over.

You quietly shut the door and cringed as the click of the door sounded.

Barley looked up and wiped the pool of tears collecting on the brimes of his eyes. "Hello lovely! You need something from the great Barley?" He tried to act tough and playful but the facade didn't fool you. His smile faltered as you came nearer.

You cupped his cheeks and rubbed your thumbs over them gently. "Oh my dear Barley, whats got you so sad? Your eyes are red and your face is blotchy."

He leaned into your touch and sighed. He relaxed into you as he leaned his head on your stomach. His thick arms wrapped around your torso and he nuzzled into your stomach more as he cried.

You rubbed his back and let him cry it out. To cheer him up, you two shared stories with each other afterwards.

Ian Lightfoot (Onward):

Little sniffles could be heard from Ian's bedroom as he fiddled with the wooden staff in his hands. The door was cracked since he thought he was home alone and didn't expect you to suddenly show up.

He smiled and wiped the wet trails of tears off his cheeks. "Hey N/n, sorry you had to see me like this."

You of course didn't mind that he was crying but it did worry you a good bit. "Don't apologize for crying. It's better letting it out then holding it in."

He nodded and stared at the ground by his feet. You sat next to him on his bed and reached out, combing your fingers through his hair.

He blinked; looked at you, your hand, then back at you. "Wha-what are you doing?"

You shrugged and gazed into his big brown eyes. "Just thought it would help."

The corner of his mouth quirked up a little as he tipped his head to give you better access to it. "It does just a bit." He set the staff aside and turned his body more towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" You asked him.

He shook his head and ran patterns on your leg using his fingers. "No. Maybe later when I'm ready."

Violet (The Incredibles):

Violet's parents, Helen and Bob, warned you beforehand that she had been emotional all day. You being her partner, you shrugged it off and made a mental note to try and comfort her if needed.

The door to her room was shut as per usual and you slowly cracked the door open. All you saw was floating clothes on her bed; her powers obviously activated.

Violet was curled up and soft whimpers could be heard throughout the teenagers room.

You knocked on her door and she audibly gasped. "Go away...I look horrible." She said as she pulled a blanket over her head that then covered her body.

Sitting down on her bed, you placed your hand on hers. "Why are you sad? Both your mom and dad said that you've been...upset all day."

Moments of silence passed before she responded. "I don't know. Just not feeling it today." She rested her chin on her knees.

"Can I do anything for you? I'd bring a truckload of candy if you'd ask." That earned a soft smile from her. "Ice cream is fine."

You nodded and exited her bedroom. She perked up when you came back with varies flavors of ice cream. "I uh didn't know which to grab so I grabbed all of them."

She pulled the blanket off of her and snatched the chocolate ice cream out of your hands. "Thank you N/n." The night ended with the two of you cuddling and eating ice cream.

Bonus:

Helen smiled as she leaned against the doorframe of Violets bedroom. "Bob get in here!" She whisper yelled towards her husband.

Bob walked behind his wife and placed a hand on her shoulder. "They fell asleep." The two adults smiled at their daughter and her loving partner who relaxed together on her bed.

"Should we do something?" Bob asked Helen.

Helen lightly smacked his chest and tried not to make noise. "No, let's let them sleep. I will call Y/n's mom/dad/grandparent and tell 'em that he/she/they are staying over."

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story):

The plastic space ranger sat on the edge of Andy's window, messing with his wrist with his back facing everyone else.

He didn't notice you walking up behind him and was startled when you spoke up out of nowhere. "What are you doing all the way over here? You're missing out on Rex trying to beat his current level."

Buzz glanced beyond you and towards the green dinosaur and his pig friend. He raised an eyebrow and looked up at you. "Yeah sounds like a blast."

You furrowed your brows and sat with him. "Okay. What's wrong?"

He looked at you with a confused expression. "Nothing?"

You shook your head. "No something is bothering you. You always sulk by this spot."

Buzz scoffed. "I do not." You nodded. "Yes you do." He looked away and at the plants outside.

You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "You're only quiet 'cause you know I'm right." If he could you knew he'd be blushing at the contact.

"Maybe." You smiled and unwrapped your arms from him. "Well, what is upsetting you? Can I help in any way?"

Buzz grabbed your hand and played with your fingers. "Just stay here with me. Your presence always makes me feel better." You scooted closer to him and put your chin on his broad shoulder. "Yes sir."

Quasimodo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame):

You climbed all the steps of the tower and inhaled deeply as you reached the top. The large golden bell hung in waiting for it to ring. The man that won your heart lived in the tower and you visit him almost everyday.

It can get boring living alone, besides the stone gargoyles. You walked around the bell and looked around your surroundings. "Quasimodo? You up here?"

You heard whispers and light shushing sounds coming from the other end which view was covered by purple fabric. You knew that meant he was shielding himself for privacy. You slipped passed it and saw Quasimodo with his back towards you. His gargoyle friends circled him, trying to console the man.

"Oh my sweet Quasimodo, are you crying?" You said, putting your hand on his back. He stiffened in surprise and turned away more. "Please, go. I look hideous."

His words stabbed your heart and made you feel bad for him. "I won't touch you if it makes you worse but I can't leave you like this. At least let me know what is making you unhappy."

He slowly lifted his head and shuffled further back away from the ledge. The gargoyles by now left the two of you alone to talk. The silence was broken when he spoke up from his spot. "Why...Why do you stay?"

The question caught you off guard and you sank down to your knees. "Because I care deeply for you and I am not going to abandon you." You started to extend your hand but stopped and observed his face. He gave a hesitant nod and you caressed his face. "And nothing can tear me away from you."

His eyes scanned yours for any fault in your words but there was only truth and love. "Thank you...N/n."

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Masterlist: Pixar Movies

All my Pixar writing will be linked here!

Imagines full one shots with your favourite Pixar characters

BRAVE

Merida Loving a Princess (Female Reader)

COCO

Nothing Yet

ONWARD

Ian Lightfoot Follow the Plan (Gender Neutral Reader)

Barley Lightfoot Baby It's Cold Outside (Gender Neutral Reader)

LUCA

Giulia Marcovaldo Bello (Female Reader)

TURNING RED

Priya Mangal Nightfall (Gender Neutral Reader)

Meilin Lee Chinese New Year (Gender Neutral Reader)

LIGHTYEAR

Nothing Yet

Headcanons Headcanons related to Pixar characters

Luca Being Alberto Scorfano's Adoptive Mother (Female Reader) Luca Paguro x Chubby! Reader (Male Reader) Dating Giulia Marcovaldo (Gender Neutral) Dating Alberto Scorfano (Gender Neutral)

Brave Being Princess Merida's Girlfriend Would Include (Female Reader)

Turning Red Platonic!MeI Lee X RedPanda!Reader (Gender Neutral)

[soul4death]

Eddie Munson and Barley Lightfoot are the same person and no one can convince me otherwise.

[biostris]

Barley Lightfoot with a tiefling s/o

A/n: most of my tiefling knowledge comes from dnd so I’m basing this off that lore

First of all Barley thinks you are absolutely incredible, magical even. Everything from your beautiful horns to your long tail that wags when you’re happy he’s just so enamored but you

He’s mostly in love with your eyes, finding them to be similar to the ancient dragons of the realm, which fits with the arcane ability all tieflings have which was fire resistance and an ability to breathe and control it

You two play quests of yore religiously, and he always listens to you dump about tiefling culture and traditions to make his game more historically accurate that and he loves how your eyes (which are usually slits) go all wide and sparkily

Your natural heat makes you a great cuddle buddy, especially in winter when you get a ring of fur around your neck, it’s so soft and nice to cuddle into but a pain to take care of

You also use your tail to pull him into cuddle mode, or just whenever you want to be near him, of course he also pulls you (gently) by the tail to do the same.

Cuddling can be hard depending on horn shape and size but you two always find a way to make it work. Wether it be he snuggled into your tummy or you keep your horns on the shorter side

However he is always there to help you with self care, wether it be to help sharpen your horns or to help get the hard to reach areas when you have to shave your ring of fur for the summer months

Over all he loves you and defends your honor fiercely, no one is allowed to call you a devil or demon on his watch and anyone who mocks you for your horns and cloven hooves (if your lineage is more close to demons) need to be wary or else he will challenge them to a foam sword battle in the parking lot and win

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Onward Masterlist?

Ig this is still in process

Fanfictions!

No more Goodbyes

You guessed it, it's Barley Lightfoot x Reader

Description: After five years of moving away from her hometown and leaving behind a beloved friend, (Y/N) comes back to New Mushroomton to visit her mother and finish her final school year due to some complications in her life.

Her mother isn't the best at supporting (Y/N) for being herself, not having the best relationship ever. Until reuniting with an old friend, unexpectedly the love they felt years ago came back to them, but stronger.

How would they manage to confess after all those years being gone?

This is my first time doing a fanfic for Onward, so please don't come after me

I also have a playlist inspired by Barley!

The soundtrack from the movie is in it, some heavy metal/power metal/rock/etc, and just some songs that reminded me of him! And maybe some that could be in the fanfic.

Quest-Mix

I will keep adding songs everyday, so it'll keep growing

Thanks for reading!

[linmirussy]

Barley Lightfoot, my beloved

I was scrolling through tumblr(as one does) and I suddenly remembered Barley Lightfoot from onward and I remembered my obsession with him💀 so I drew self insert fan art as a joke but it turned out good SO... YEAH, HAVE THIS!!

– steph, he/him

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Barley Lightfoot Headcannons:

i wrote all of these sleep deprived and hungry so please exuse all of it-

Dates:

Going on a quest.

Quests of Yore night.

He'd play a mixtape he made you.

You'd star gaze together on top of Guinevere.

Dance sessions in the back of Guinevere.

Midnight trips to 24hour gas stations for snacks and slushies.

Going to concerts together.

Making each other playlists. 

Getting lost in the woods.

Going to a museum.

Going to a skate park.

Going on a camping trip.

Going on a picnic.

Drive-in movies.

Board game night.

Going bowling.

Have a Nerf gun war.

Cooking together.

Taking a dance class together.

Watching the sunset on top of Guinevere.

Pillow forts and movie nights in the back of Guinevere.

Making a fire pit and roasting marshmallows on the beach.

Favourite Forms of Affection:

To Do To You:

Kissing your hand (the back, your knuckles, your palm, etc,.); He’d take your hand in his, bowing down, his lips brushing delicately against your knuckles. He’d look up at you from this position, his eyes locked onto yours, enchanted.

Kissing your forehead; He’d lean down, his lips pressing to your forehead comfortingly.

Cuddling; -Read excerpt below-

Holding your hand; Your fingers laced together, swinging between you as he gently strokes your hand with the pad of his thumb.

Holding your face; He enjoys holding your face in the palms of his hands, stroking your cheeks and breathing you in.

To Have Done To Him:

Playing with his hair; Your fingers gently comb through his hair, massaging his scalp with your nails.

Kissing his neck; You lean up, your lips brushing the crook of his neck, leaving a delicate peck.

Hugging him; You embrace him fully, arms wrapped tightly around his middle, nuzzling his chest and taking him all in.

Stroking his upper arm/chest; Your fingers dance along his skin, doodling and writing little notes of fixation.

Kissing his forehead; You get up on your tippy-toes, taking his cheeks in the palms of your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, right between his eyebrows. Then leaning your forehead against his, just admiring him.

Big Spoon V. Little Spoon:

Barley is very cuddly and doesn’t really mind either way, he just likes being near to you. 

He enjoys holding you close to his chest, wrapped safely in his arms where he can breathe you in. You love listening to the calming melody his heart plays for you whenever you’re like this. Your nails draw soothing shapes and patterns along his arm, dancing along his skin, as his chest rises and falls beneath you, almost lulling you to sleep. He just watches, enamored by you, as his pointer finger draws a delicate line between your eyebrows and along the bridge of your nose over and over.

Or when you have him laid on your stomach, whispering words of adoration as you gently run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He’d lay there, his fingers wandering tiredly along your outer thigh, writing your name again and again. 

It doesn’t matter to him, he just enjoys laying with you in his company.

Nicknames:

Nicknames he'd use for you:

Treasure

Beloved

My Heart

My Heart’s Fire

Mouse

Little Mouse

Love

Pumpkin

My World

Sweetness

Strawberry

Peanut

Bumblebee

Angel Eyes

Honey

Hon

Nicknames you'd use for him:

Prince Charming

Charming

Sweet Boy

Teddy

Teddy Bear

Angel

Sugar

Little Bear

Love

Biscuit

Little Biscuit

Honeybee

Buttercup

Honey

Hon

How He Kisses (slight nsfw)

Him cradling your face in his hands

You having to get on your tippy-toes for a kiss.

Him lifting you into the air to kiss you. 

Sweet and modest kisses, very soft and slow, but also passionate.

His lips are slightly chapped, but you don’t mind.

He’s a gentle starter, very innocent and tender.

Sweet kisses turning into heated make-out sessions.

Lots of soft moans and gasps swapped between lips.

Him biting your bottom lip when things get heated.

For him to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist when fervent. 

What it's Like Sharing a Bed With Him

Lot’s of cuddling- he’s quite the cuddle-bug.

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat while he plays with  your hair.

Falling asleep on separate sides of the bed and waking up with your legs in a tangled heap and you wrapped tightly in Barley’s arms.

Songs That Represent Your Relationship

‘Mr Loverman’ by Ricky Montgomery

‘Line Without a Hook’ by Ricky Montgomery

‘Nicotine’ by P!ATD

‘House of Gold’ by Twenty One Pilots

‘Sweater Weather’ by The Neighbourhood

‘Everybody Talks’ by Neon Trees

‘Soldier, Poet, King’ by The Oh Hellos

‘I Wouldn’t Mind’ by He Is We

‘Royalty’ by Conor Maynard

‘Honeybee’ by Steam Powered Giraffe

‘Nightingale’ by Demi Lovato

‘Stereo Hearts’ by Gym Class Heroes

‘A Teenagers Romance’ by Ricky Nelson

‘Put Your Head on my Shoulder’ by Paul Anka

‘Hey Stupid, I Love You’ by JP Saxe

‘I do Adore’ by Mindy Gledhill

‘Still into you’ by Paramore

‘Someone to you’ by BANNERS

‘Bad Romance’ cover by Halestorm

‘Feel it Again’ by Hudson Taylor

‘I’m Yours’ by Jason Mraz

‘Unconditionally’ by Katy Perry

‘Would you be so Kind’ by Dodie

‘Loser’ by Julian Moon

‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis Presley

‘18’ by Anarbor

‘Someone you Like’ by The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

‘Gentleman’ by Will Jay

‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson

‘Sk8er Boi’ by Avril Lavigne

‘Partners in Crime’ by Set it Off

‘Shut up and Dance’ by WALK THE MOON

‘Take my Hand’ by Picture This

‘Out of my League’ by Stephan Speaks

‘Yellow Hearts’ by Anthony Saunders

‘Giants’ by Dermot Kennedy 

‘Safe and Sound’ by Capital Cities

‘Be Around Me’ by Will Joseph Cook

‘Snow’ by Ricky Montgomery

hello, if you enjoyed, thank you, if not, valid. im going to start taking requests for fics if youd like to send any in, go for it! :^)

[yandereonward]

Yandere! Barley Lightfoot Headcanons

When he falls he falls hard

He's a people person, but he doesn't t actually hang around a lot of people

But that's okay because that just means you have all his attention

He can babble to you all day, but it's even better when he can just stare at you talk all day [Even better if it's something he's interested in, but he could really listen to anything]

You could talk forever and he wants to listen to every single syllable that leaves your mouth

He falls for you even more nearly every second

He's not necessarily a jealous guy, but he does feel a little sadden that you might not like him when you're talking to someone else

There's nothing he loves more than the sound of your laugh and god your eyes, have they always been so bright and full of life?

Sometimes he thinks you're too good for him and when he tells you this it comes off a little passive-aggressive like it's your fault, but you're too blind by love to realize

He has a character already designed for you, that's a little too accurate on details of your life

He stalked you before you started dating because he wanted to know every single thing about you

He never genuinely thought you would date someone like him, but for some reason you did and he's so happy

He likes to drive you to abandoned places and get on top of his car to look at the stars with you

He enjoys every second with you and he wishes it could last forever, but for now he'll just enjoy this moment

[atlantis-just-drowned]

Can you do a barley x reader fic where the reader calls him “Barrel” as a nickname? Not even to tease or be mean, that’s just what they call him? And trader just fuckin LOVES him and loves cuddling him because mans is perfect for cuddling.

A/N: Thank you for this request!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I'm a bit of a slow writer and had some things going on, but here it finally is! I made it a gn!reader haha I hope you'll like it ahberhfber-

Snowy day

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You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. It was too early in the morning to be your alarm and classes had been dismissed, but just from the ringtone, you could already tell who was calling.

Opening your eyes with a groan, you reached a hand out of your blankets and grabbed the flat screen on your nightstand, before looking at it with your eyes still half-closed. You blinked as your finger slid on the answering button under the name of Barrel Adventurer of Tomfooleries.

You brought your phone close to your ear as you groaned an interrogative "Yes?" with a morning voice.

This whole nickname thing has started dumbly, really. It went back to when Barley and you were only friends: one time, your tongue went astray, and the two of you had laughed so hard about it that it stuck around.

It was still fun - even though you didn't even need to see the contact name on your screen anymore since he has his own special ringtone, it didn't stop you from calling him that, on a daily basis. Maybe just a bit embarrassing to explain to strangers and friends. But who didn't enjoy some little banters here and there?

"Hello, beautiful thief." You heard from the other side of the line. For a second, your eyebrows furrowed in half-asleep confusion at the strange nickname, before you remembered.

Oh, yeah. This.

You forgot this cute idiot liked to call you by the class of your Quest of Yore's character.

"Do you have anything planned for today?" Barley spoke again.

You looked by the window of your bedroom. Snow was falling abundantly - the reason why classes had been dismissed for the entire day - and the whole neighborhood was already covered white.

"Uh... Not really?" You answered as you finally sat up in your bed correctly. "It's snowing too much to do anything anyway."

As you finished this last sentence, you felt a small chill on your arms because of the coldness outside of your blankets. If your bedroom felt that cold, you couldn't imagine how much colder it must have been outside. Yeah, today was definitely going to be an in-house day.

"Anything? Really? You're underestimating me I think." he spoke playfully, making you giggle a bit at his jest.

"I'm not!" There were still a bit of a laugh in your voice as you answered him. "But I'm begging you not to go out right now for some sort of adventures. You're going to catch a cold."

You heard him laugh in amusement at your warning, before he reassured you. "I didn't plan on going outside, actually."

Exaggerating a sigh of relief, you made him chuckle a bit, and he continued joyfully. "I was more thinking about... Coming to your house? Would it be too far to go in your opinion?"

"Too far?" You answered with slight disbelief, cracking an amused smile at his jests. "Barrel you're literally calling me when I live just next door!"

His laugh resonated again from the other side of the line and made an endeared expression grow on your face. No matter how many time you heard it, you could never get tired of his laugh.

"Well, you got me! Does that mean I can come over?"

"Uh..." Looking around the room for a second, you were still in your sleepwear, and you didn't even got up yet. You didn't really want to welcome him like that.

"Give me 10 minutes, okay?"

You could practically hear him smile.

"Okay, will be there in 10. Be prepared! Love you."

In his eagerness, the elf barely gave you the time to answer with an endeared smile and a soft "Love you too!" before he hung up and left you to a sped-up version of your morning routine.

Of course, Barley kept his promise: precisely 10 minutes and 3 seconds after he had hung up the phone, he was ringing your doorbell almost impatiently. You suspected he had been waiting at your door for a couple of minutes now, just to make sure he'd be on-time, and the thought drew an amused smile to your lips.

Swinging the door open, you welcomed him as his face lit up at your sight. "Hey Barrel!"

He didn't even pick up the nickname, instead moving forward into the house and close to you, planting a kiss on your forehead as he took away his coat. "Hi again, beautiful."

The jacket was left in the corridor while you smiled in endearment at the sweet gesture, and only a couple of minutes later, you were both cuddled into the sofa of your living room.

"Is there anything specific you want to see?" You asked, looking up at him from the place on his chest that you were resting your head on, while the young elf was pointing the remote toward your TV's screen and looking through the available programs.

Humming, Barley wrapped his free arm tighter around your back, his hand resting on your own arm. He continued to look at different movies as he answered you. "Not really, I was hopping you'd have some suggestions for us."

You couldn't really tell why, but the simple thought that he had come over without anything to do, just to be by your side, brought a delighted grin to your lips. You couldn't even stop your cheeks from warming up as you looked at him again. You knew he loved you - it wasn't a secret to anyone, really. He was making it incredibly obvious, on an almost daily basis. But still, each and every one of his sweet little gestures made your eyes sparkle and your heart race, turning you into an absolute love-struck idiot every time.

"What's going on?"

You blinked as you realized he was looking toward you, his expression half-way between interrogative and amused as he raised a brow at your staring. Surprised at first, your expression quickly came back to one of pure affection as you smiled at him, and answered:

"Nothing, I just think you're beautiful."

Barley melted at your words, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks the same way it did every time you graced him with one of your sweet compliments. He simply couldn't stop himself from falling further in love with you, as he cuddled you against his chest and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"And you're the most magnificent person I've ever seen, sweetheart."

[ssadumba55]

Baby, it's Cold Outside (Barley X Reader)

Request: uuuummmmmm👉👈 if ur requests r open is it ok if I ask for some cuddles with barley lightfoot from onward in front of a fire sipping on cocoa

A/N: I really loved this request because I recently rewatched this movie and was wondering why I never got many requests for it! Hope this is decent! Enjoy

Being a tutor was often a very exhausting job. Don’t take that the wrong way, you did love your job and most of the kids teens you worked with were pretty smart but it still became tedious sometimes. You wished you didn’t need the extra cash but you did.

Tonight was one of those nights where you just wished you were at home snuggled under a blanket, watching a Christmas movie. Ian Lightfoot (one of your favourite clients) had requested a last minute tutoring session for a Chemistry test he had the next day and you couldn’t have said no, even if you wanted to. He was a sweet kid and working with him was always fun.

Plus, his house was always alight with mischief, something you never really experienced anymore, being far away from home for college.

So, you’d agreed to the last minute tutoring session (his mom had even agreed to pay extra, but you would’ve done it for free). But as soon as you’d arrived at the Lightfoot residence, it had started snowing and hadn’t stopped. There had to be at least several inches of snow already. You hadn’t dressed at all for the weather, having not expected it to snow. Even just walking to your car was a hassle you were dreading.

You and Ian had finished up 10 minutes earlier, you’d been standing by the front door glaring at it for a while now, knowing there was no way you would make it home without freezing your butt off.

“What did that door do to you, traveller?” Barley seemingly came out of nowhere, an impressive feat for the older Lightfoot brother considering he couldn’t help but be loud no matter where he was. You must’ve been staring really intently at the door.

Scratching the back of your neck, you laughed awkwardly. “Nothing, Barley. It’s just… I’m not really dressed for the weather and I’m not looking forward to freezing to death to get home.”

He wandered into the kitchen and you followed, glad for a distraction from leaving the house. He started gathering up items around the kitchen, looking over his shoulder.

“You can stay here until it calms down, weary traveller (Y/n)! I was just about to make some hot cocoa, I have enough for another mug!”

His offer was tempting and you accepted. There was nowhere else you had to be and he was right, it was better to wait the storm out then try and leave right in the middle of it. He made the hot cocoa and the two of you sat on the couch, across from the small fireplace the Lightfoots had. Calm, quiet. It had been a long time since you’d felt so at peace being in the company of someone.

It helped that Barley was sweet and kind… Not that you would ever say that out loud! Not that you wouldn’t want to say that to him!

“You still look kind of cold! Be right back!” Barley leapt up from his spot on the couch and disappeared somewhere into the house. You had to admit the fire really wasn’t doing it entirely for you, even with the hot cocoa. Somehow cold just seemed to seep through the windows and walls-

A blanket was tossed over your head and you yelped, laughing when you realized it was just Barley who had thrown it. You pulled it down over your lower half and he sat beside you, lifting up the other side.

“Mind if I…?”

You shook your head and the two of you cuddled close under the blankets, holding onto your hot cocoas and making small talk about Barley’s latest Quests of Yore campaign. It was such an enthralling conversation that the two of you barely even noticed Ian come down the stairs until he was making a slightly disgusted noise as he passed to get to the kitchen.

“Seriously, Barley!? They’re my tutor! You can’t date my tutor, that’s weird.” He called over his shoulder, causing the two of you to splutter and try to detangle yourselves from each other under the blanket.

“Who said anything about dating?” Barley squeaked as you watched him nearly spill his cocoa.

You pouted. “Would dating me really be that bad?”

There was no answer as Barley quickly rushed out into the other room, probably to scold his brother for ruining the moment. You chuckled, sipping the hot cocoa and looking back at the fireplace. At least it’d been fun while it lasted!

[swanimagines]

Disney: Imagine being a fan of medieval history and fantasy like your boyfriend Barley, and attending a Viking convention as your first date as a couple.

requested by anon

When you met Barley a year ago, you were ecstatic to learn he likes medieval history and fantasy just as much as you did. You had always loved the genre but had no one to share your passion with in high school because everyone else was more interested in sports or other things that didn't interest you at all. So Barley stepping into your life immediately made you to click, and it didn't take long for you two to become friends.

Friendship evolved to mutual crush, and it, in turn, evolved into something much more. You began to date him not too long after discovering how well you fit together: both of you are so obsessed with exact same things, and you fit like puzzle pieces stuck together.

When an annual Viking convention was coming to town, he asked you if you would like to go there with him this time around.

"You know, as a date? I- I mean I know we're already dating, but... as the first date after we started dating for real?" He smiled awkwardly before you gave him an enthusiastic nod.

"Yes! Definitely!" You squealed happily. You had always wanted to go there, but never had as you had no one to go with.

So there you were now, dressed in your best Viking costumes, walking hand in hand through the convention while listening to Barley talk about what events should be attended and when. You caught people looking at your costumes with admiration and even asking you to take pictures with them. You had used weeks on making them, so people showing so much love felt amazing.

The convention area was decorated beautifully, filled with food stands, games booths, artists showcasing their work, and so much more. You really felt like you had stepped through time and were now living in a world where Vikings ruled. You stopped to admire some jewelry and other handwork, and Barley caught your eyes being glued to this little wooden figure which was beautifully engraved, and had a price worthy of all the work the carver had put into it. You sighed and turned to the next booth, unaware that Barley already dug up his pockets to buy the figure for you.

And as soon as you sat down to stretch out your legs from all that walking, Barley ran up and carefully placed a little box onto your lap. "This is yours," he told you proudly before kissing your cheek sweetly. You picked up the small wooden box with runes and arched an eyebrow.

You opened the lid slowly, revealing the beautiful little wooden figure inside. Your hand flew in front of your mouth as you looked up to Barley.

"But this cost—!"

"Not enough for me I'd pass the opportunity to make you happy." He grinned at you as your eyes sparkled upon inspecting the figure.

"Barley, you shouldn't have! I don't know how I could ever thank you enough..." you murmured shyly. He smiled softly at you again as you kissed him gently.

This was by far the best date you had ever been on, you couldn’t wait what life would have in store for you and your marvelous, kind and sweet boyfriend.

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[redrosesartcabin]

So yeah, I wrote the thing based on an anon message for @itsme-star

I made it a Barley x (female) reader (based on my self insert character) fanfic ‘cause I had to be a little self indulgent lmao

I hope you enjoy it! It turned out longer than I had planned xD

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The double-decker couch

Barley x (female) reader fanfiction

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Around three months ago:

Y/n’s boyfriend, Barley Lightfoot, had knocked on her window… with small stones… in the middle of the night:

At first her ear just twitched and the noise had mashed with the dream she was having, but the more the noise repeated, the more her consciousness felt pulled into the physical realm again, and with a groan, she had to face the reality that the noise would not stop until she got up (she already had a suspicion as to who was causing the noise).

With a heavy sigh, y/n forced herself from under her comfortable blanket, before ripping the window open.

‘Of course it’s him’, she thought, looking down at Barley as he waved his hands up at her, somehow wide awake.

‘How much energy can a person have?’, she asked herself, before she motioned with her hands, that she’d come outside.

“What in the world are you doing here?”, she asked as she arrived, whisper-yelling at him.

“Well you know how it is my lady: sometimes one just drives around at night after finishing a campaign of quests of yore and sees the poster of a double-decker bus and then one might think: ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if one could have a couch after that structure?’ After having had thought about a new couch for a while and ‘wouldn’t it be cool, if one might be able to build that with their girlfriend?’”

“I can’t say I relate, though I am impressed by one having the idea”, she said, deliberately accentuating the word ‘one’, as she couldn’t now but smile at her beautiful dork, “And I have to say I love the idea, though I still have to decide whether it was worth waking me up at three a.m… but for now I’ll just say yes, because I love you too much to be mad at you for this”

“I know: I’m irresistible”, he winked, pulling her closer to him and engaging her in a sickeningly romantic kiss.

“As nice as this is, I would still like to catch up on some sleep. We’ll write later and you tell when we should start building”

“I actually thought… you know… that maybe now-”

“Don’t push it”

“Right”

Now:

It hadn’t been easy. First they had to scavenge several junkyards for old couches (because let’s be real: They were both poor college students and buying material or new couches just was too expensive), who weren’t completely busted. Then they had to figure out how to build the thing.

After studying art for a while, where y/n had to do a bunch of installation projects, she had gotten significantly better at building things with woods and such, though she still wasn’t an expert. And whilst Barley also got crafty from time to time, he also wasn’t a master.

But somehow, after sweat, and even a couple of tears after y/n once got her hand stuck under one of the couches, they had finished it: The double decker couch.

“This-”, Barley said, pointing his finger at it, “This is beautiful”.

It was a yellow and a green couch, connected through metal poles and stabilized with old wood planks with two ladders placed on top of it and just enough space between the couches, so that one could sit up straight. It sort of looked like a bunk bed, but with couches.

“It is. It really is”, y/n agreed, looking at her bandaged hand, “totally worth busting my hand”

“Totally worth going through every junkyard in the city”, Barley added.

“Totally worth being awake once for 48 hours”, she added as well.

“This should be awarded some kind of price… maybe I’d also just be happy for some money for a wellness weekend ‘cause my back could really need a nice massage”, Barley groaned, touching the small of his back.

“Hard agree”

They stayed standing there for a while, looking at it, before y/n occurred a question that should’ve occurred to her much sooner.

“So-uhm-”, she started, “what do we actually do with it now?”, she asked

“Sit on it of course. You sit below and I above so I can feed you grapes like you’re a roman emperor”, Barley explained matter of factly.

“That sounds lovely darling but that’s not what I mean”

“What seems to be the issue then?”he asked, a little frustrated. What could she possibly have to say now? After so much hard work?

“I mean… where do we put it?”, she asked with a sincere expression which immediately washed away his annoyance, “because it certainly won’t stay in my parents basement”, she stated.

“It’s certainly more worthy than this old, dusty room with your family's junk. And also because this place is crawling with bugs that I will have to remove every time because you’ll just screech and run away until it magically disappears”

“Hey!”, y/n interjected

“It's true!”

“Ok yeah fair enough, though seriously- where? I also can bet’ya we can’t put it anywhere in our homes either. It probably barely fit under the ceiling”

“Yeah no”

A moment of contemplative silence spread across them.

After a while, Barleys thoughts wandered to the night where he had gotten the idea. He thought about his beloved car-

‘OH. MY. GOD. That’s it!’, he thought to himself.

“I got it!”, he then yelled excitedly, his face contorted into one of the most adorable expressions y/n had ever seen anyone wear. No matter what it would be: She couldn’t but say yes to that smile.

Still she asked, “What’ya got?”

“You know how I got my idea from a poster with a double-decker bus?”, he asked her, still smiling like he had won the lottery

“Yes?”

“And you know how I have a van, right?”

“No”, she answered sarcastically, “I know absolutely nothing about your most prized possession of a van that you called Guenivere the second after you sacrificed your first Guenivere when on a quest-”

“Ok I got the gist”, he chuckled, “but ok hear this: Since I have this wonderful van, this wonderful BIG van-”

“Wait a minute: You really want to put the couch in-”, she interrupted as she realized what he was saying, but got immediately interrupted back as he realized she had caught on

“Yes! I absolutely am”

“Dear lord… but ok I have no better idea, let’s do it”

“YES”

“Barley I am telling you, this is NOT working”, y/n huffed as she let her side of the construction gently land on the ground once again.

“Come on, just one more time!”, Barley pleaded.

“You’ve been saying ‘just one more time’ for an hour!”, she argued, “there is no way around: this just doesn’t fit inside the van. You underestimated Guenivere”

“Hey! There is no underestimating Guenivere! It’s not her fault”, he pouted.

“Ok ok ok... Sorry Gueni”, y/n said, giving the car a sincere pat on one of the back doors. She has gotten used to treating the car similar to a pet, “but seriously: We’ve been trying this at every angle, and as cool as Guenivere is, she can’t magically shapeshift”

“Magically shapeshift”, Barely repeated her last words, suddenly deep in thought, before an “ohhhh”, sound escaped him, “wait here my lady, I’ll be back in a sec”

“O...k”, she said, a little confused.

Five minutes later, she saw Ian storm out of his house, his hands clenched around his magic staff, with Barley closely behind him. “WHAT'S THE EMERGENCY?”Ian yelled as he came to a hold, which caused his brother to almost crash into him.

“I need you to make Guenivere big enough so that our self made double-decker couch fits into her”, Barely explained, breathing as though he had just run from death.

For a moment nobody said anything to that before Ian and y/n both shouted

“WHAT?”,at the same time.

“So much for an emergency”, Ian also mumbled, a little annoyed at his brother's antics.

“I mean: If she’s too small, then we can just make her bigger, right?”

“Technically yes but I think you didn’t consider a very small, tiny detail”, Ian commented.

“And what would that be?”, Barley asked irritated, not understanding what the issue was.

“You are aware as a supposed magic expert, that I can’t only enlarge the trunk, right? I would have to make the entire car big, and that would lead-”

“-to the entire street being filled with the car”, y/n finished the thought, apologetically laying her hand on Barleys shoulder, “I’m sorry my love. It was a nice thought”

“Dang it”, Barley breathed out, “I was looking forward to make my own uber-van-couch-double-decker-business”

“Hm”, y/n simply hummed. She had known from the beginning it would probably go south, but his enthusiasm had given her hope.

“Sorry Barley”, Ian said quietly, now feeling bad for having been so harsh beforehand , before slowly heading inside again.

Y/n and Barely sat down on the edge of Guenivere’s trunk, tired and disappointed that it all hadn’t turned out like they wanted as they looked at their creation.

Y/n leaned against Barley’s shoulder, lovingly rubbing her cheek against him like a cat (she loved doing that).

After a while Barley decided he had enough of sulking, standing up to go to the front to put on some good old metal (which luckily she enjoyed too).

As he however returned to the trunk, he noticed some ropes laying around.

He had used ropes last time to tie up some of the material he had bought for their project, so they wouldn’t move around- what if though…

“Ok I’ve had enough”, Barley decided, “I WILL have my double-decker-couch-van for more people to ride with me and my buddies and if its the last thing I’m gonna do!”

“Barley, what are you-”, y/n wanted to ask, but as she saw him pick up the ropes from the trunk floor, she understood, “- Are you sure this will work out?”

“Nope”, he answered truthfully, “but I will surely try!”

She was still skeptical, but at the same time she would try anything with him, and if it meant helping him tie a double-decker-couch to the roof of his van.

“If you believe it can be done, I will too”, she smiled, giving him a quick peck on his cheek, “let’s do this!”

It was eight p.m. The sun was almost behind the horizon and the streetlamps threw dodgy looking lights in the middle of the street and kept the corners dark.

But the elven couple, who stood in front of a yellow van with a double-decker couch tied to its roof, couldn't help but see what they had accomplished: Which was accomplishing what, at least the female elf, had thought was impossible… yet again.

“I can’t believe that worked”, Y/n mumbled.

“Told ya”, Barley hushed back.

“Should we drive around? See if anyone is crazy enough to go on a drive?”, she asked.

“You bet we are. And tomorrow… and whenever we can. I’ll be the driver and you the tourist guide.. or maybe some kinda sturdess, after all you’re good lookin’”

“Oh hush”, she giggled, visibly blushing

“And-”, he continued, though not without giving her a good wink after his compliment, “then we’re gonna show the dear people of this town another perspective to life”

“That we can promise”, she laughed, “that we sure can”

[enigmawrappedinhypocrisy]

*Request* Okay. Thanks! Could the reader be in to wrestling and her and barley are best friends? And something happened and they find out they’re falling for each other? And Ian is always teasing the reader? And a kiss at the end? Sorry if it’s a bit confusing.. again thanks!

 Okay I’m not sure how to do this… and I’m not into wrestling… And i’m really bad at this getting things done thing… sooo… I’m sorry, I know this has been in my asks for 100 years. But excuses… And i’m tired of this being in my drafts sooo… However, Hopefully it's decent enough. 

Fandom: Onward

Pairings: Barley x Reader (mention of grandchildren once but nothing that indicates gender... I think...) 

Warnings: Bad writing, Quick Mention of drunk idiots harassing reader, I don’t know a thing about Wrestling, Fluff, very bouncy thoughts... a tiny little bit of almost angst. 

❀✦ Master List✦❀

You met Barley at a wrestling match when a few drunk idiots decided to hassle you. As they tend to do… 

You ran into the first, seemingly safe person you saw. You looked at him with puppy eyes and were grateful he understood your silent plea. 

Barley smiled warmly and put his arm around you. He pretended to be your boyfriend until the guys lost interest in you and left. He made some jokes to lighten the mood and struck up a casual conversation with you, as if you really did know each other. You found yourself amazed and feeling better, it seemed this elf boy radiated security and gentleness.  

Then, with a simple thank you, you’d parted ways; only to run into each other again at the local diner after the match. It was there you had sat and talked well into the early hours of the morning. 

You learned he was interested in many things you were, and you just felt… content around him. By the time you had to part, numbers were exchanged, and he’d texted you before noon that day. 

You began hanging out shortly after that. You were nearly always at each other’s house, and quickly became close with his family. His mother adored you and his brother felt comfortable enough to joke around with you. 

All in all you and Barley were quite close.

But not as close as your family's seemed to think you were… or maybe hope would be more appropriate…  

*

The weekend had finally arrived and you made your way to Barley’s house, as planned, after work.

There was a big wrestling event in the evening and you and Barley had plans to hang out and watch it together. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend a lot of time at the Lightfoot house so no one batted an eye when you showed up a little early. 

Ms. Lightfoot welcomed you and let you know that Barley had called saying he'd be a little late, and she was going out with friends. As she was leaving she turned to wink at you telling you, with a knowing look, to have fun. 

You thanked her as you felt your cheeks flush with warmth and made your way to the familiar living room. You didn't mind waiting for Barley, in fact, you'd be willing to wait all night if it meant spending time with him. Not that you would tell him that...

Lost in your thoughts about how dumb and sappy that sounded even in your mind, and the implications therein, you hadn't noticed Barley's brother come in.

You had spent a fair amount of time with both brothers since you’d first met Barley. So by this time Ian was pretty comfortable around you, sometimes even coming to you for help or advice. Especially when it entailed something he might have been too embarrassed about to ask his mother or brother about.  

 Ian had decided to take a break from homework, and get a snack when he found you lost in thought on his couch. When he came back from the kitchen only to find you with the same dazed expression several minutes later he decided to tease you a little. 

"Barley late for date night?" Ian asks, his tone even, leaning against the wall an apple in hand. 

"Yea- wait no! Why would you say that?" You blink taken off guard by the sudden question. 

Ian raises an eyebrow in a ‘really?’ expression. 

“Shut up” you try and fail to keep the blush from your voice. "We're just… eh… hanging out!" You defend a little too enthusiastically. 

“Interesting that’s the part you chose to respond to…” Ian chuckles, before heading back upstairs. If you weren't ready to admit your feelings, who was he to do it for you… besides, this was  far more amusing.

*

It wasn't much longer until Barley arrived home, a little disheveled. The match wasn't due to start for another hour, maybe more depending on how things went, and yet it looked like the elf boy had rushed home. 

Why? 

The only thought that continued to creep into your mind was you… he rushed home to see you. The idea of It warmed your heart, and filled you with a longing. A longing for a potential life where Barley was coming home after work each day to see you. 

He'd find you cooking… reading… working on some project… and kiss you. 

You'd ask him about his day… and he yours. 

You'd share a pleasant dinner and end the night cuddled on the couch… 

You’d be happy… 

Ian's words run on loop in your mind and you don’t notice the way Barley’s face lights up upon seeing you. 

Did Barley think you were dating? That this was a date? 

Did he want it to be? 

Did you? 

You hadn't noticed you were staring until Barley brought attention to it. 

"What?" You jump. 

"I asked why you were looking at me like that?" he gives you his charming little half smile as he repeats, what you assume was, his earlier question. 

"Oh, um… nothing… no reason" you blush and desperately avoid looking at him. 

Barley watches you for a moment, clearly not believing your answer, but gives in with a shrug. 

"I'm just gonna go put my stuff down and get something to drink… you want something?" He asks. 

"Okay, um… no thanks" you try to sound casual all the while you're incredibly aware of your quickening heartbeat. 

Barley nods before leaving you, calling to you from the kitchen. He asks about your day. You give a non answer in response and ask him about his. 

He goes on to tell you about some funny thing his boss said in response to an irate customer, and soon returns to the living room. He hands you your drink before flopping down next to you. 

You scold him as you nearly spill. Not really realizing he brought you something even though you told him you didn’t need him to… not only that, but it was definitely your favorite… why would he… how… 

"Sorry my love" he smirks, clearly not sorry. 

You roll your eyes giving him a little shove in response to the nickname. He often called you sweet things. Things you previously attributed to his personality or teasing but now they had you wondering.

When he called you those things, sweetheart, darling, dear… was he actually hinting at what he really felt? 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye and quickly squeak noticing he was watching you with an indescribable emotion.

"W-what?" You try to act casual. 

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, blunt and to the point. 

"What do you mean?" You try and play it off, as if your mind wasn’t playing that little game with the levers and ball… and see you can’t even remember what it’s called… and it’s your analogy… 

PINBALL! Your brain was playing pinball… the dinging buzzing things the ball hits against being the sudden and many thoughts… which makes you the ball? Or was the ball the thoughts… bouncing around… there goes the analogy again…  

"You're being all quiet and…” he indicates you vaguely,  “did my mom say something to you? She's been teasing me about grandchildren lately, she didn't say something like that too you did she?" 

Your eyes widen and you suspect Barley didn't mean to let that slip out by the blush now coloring his ears. 

"No… but um… what-what do you tell her when she asks about that kind of stuff?" Yeah super subtle… 

Barley scratches the back of his neck, “I tell her we haven't discussed that…" 

Wait…

"Why would we… Um Barley?" You push away your insecurities, fear that you’d read the situation wrong, and decide to just jump in with both feet. 

Or tip over the machine? Does it work now? The analogy? 

He 'hmms'. 

"Do you think we're dating?" You try to phrase it gently but cringe when you hear yourself. You don’t want to come across rude, like you’re making fun of him… but also don’t wanna let on how much you’re starting to suspect you want him to say yes… 

Barley looks away from you, practically purple at this point. 

"Uh… no of course not…" It sounded small, nervous but... hopeful? 

"Do… do you want to?" you manage to force out, slightly proud of your mostly even tone.

Do you?

You’re still not sure at this point yourself, you’d only just realized the way you feel about the elf boy that was your best friend. Did you want to risk that? What happens if this was just a little puppy attraction, lust thing… and whatever relationship you begin quickly sizzles out? 

Barley is looking at his hands as he nervously fiddles with the zipper of his vest. He bites his lip and tries to avoid your gaze. 

Oh… 

You soften, “It’s okay if you do… I mean… wanna… um…” Now you can’t find the words, which becomes more difficult when Barley looks up at you, hope shining in his eyes. 

“What are you saying?” he prompts, heart pounding in his chest. He hopes you can’t hear it. 

You shift, turning towards him slightly. “Well… if you wanted to maybe go on a date or something…” 

“Yes?” 

“I’d probably be okay with that… I mean… if you want to” you add the last part, now desperately hoping this wasn’t some awful joke. 

Barley smiles, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair from your face. “Do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asks softly, apparently having gained some confidence back. 

You nod, leaning into his touch before you realize you’re doing it. 

“Tomorrow night?” he suggests. 

Again, you nod, not trusting your voice. 

Barley smiles, his attention turning back to the tv. The match was starting soon, the announcers already talking about what they expect to happen. He leans back, his arm resting behind you on the top of the couch. Not an uncommon thing for the elf boy. What was uncommon, however, was you relaxing against his side and how right it felt.

Without a word, perhaps because he wasn’t sure he could trust his voice either, Barley brings his arm down around you, holding you against him. 

If you had the courage yourself to look up at him, you would have seen the flushing upon his cheeks. But either way this was comfortable and you weren’t in a hurry to end it any time soon. 

*

A few hours later Barley's mom returns home. Maaaybe a little drunk which results in her cooing loudly when she finds you and Barley asleep and cuddling on the couch. 

This, and her half stumbling up the stairs, manages to rouse you and Barley from your comfortable nap.

Barley yawns, and slowly gets to his feet. 

"Come on, I'll drive you home" he offers another yawn soon follows.

"Don't worry, I can drive myself" you stretch, not really pleased with the idea of making the trip home yourself.

"You're too tired- not safe" Barley half murmurs. 

"You're too tired" you retort. 

"You should stay here… on the couch… or I can take the couch" he stumbles over his words. 

You nod in agreement flopping back on the couch. When Barley doesn't leave you raise a brow in question. 

"I was just thinking…" he shuffles from one foot to the other.

You watch him with patient eyes, now a little more alert. You'd let him say what he needed, when he needed not wanting to rush him. 

"I mean… if I don't drive you home I can't kiss you goodbye…" 

His ears were a dark maroon by now and you can't keep the smile from your eyes. His sweetness, his bashfulness, just how God damn cute he was. And most of all… how much you wanted to kiss his pink tinted face. 

So you did. 

You stood, quicker than he could react, grabbed his face on either side, and brought his lips to yours. After a moment of shock Barley’s arms come around you, keeping you too him. 

You can't say for sure if the head rush you felt was from the kiss or standing too suddenly, but you chose to think it was the kiss as you give him several more little pecks before eventually breaking apart with a yawn. 

"Better?" You ask, your head falling forward to lean against his shoulder. 

Barley nods before pulling back, calling a good night to you, and hurrying to his room. 

You chuckle softly before flopping once again on the couch… there'd be time tomorrow to deal with all this… but for now… sleep was calling and the old couch was far too inviting… 

*And that’s all folks*