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onwcrds · 2 years

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𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣, 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚

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inspired by : barley william lightfoot ( onward ) / added inspo ! , nick nelson ( heartstopper ) , peter quill ( guardians of the galaxy ) , dustin henderson ( stranger things ) , sodapop curtis ( the outsiders ) , chandler bing ( friends ), eric matthews ( boy meets world ), and when eddie munson said this is music holding up classic rock and talked to steve about ozzy osbourne so tru

full name. barley william lightfoot. faceclaim: derek theler ( future : charlie hunnam ) dob. november 30 zodiac. sagittarius occupation. employee at the comic book store. birthplace. new mushroomton, new york. orientation. bisexual/biromantic song. renegade - styx. film. lord of the rings education. high school / college dropout. temperament. sanguine mbti. enfp alignment. chaotic good abilities. Knowledge of old magic house. gryffindor emoji. ( 🧙 )

present !!

barley came to elias to help his brother find a magical phoenix gem. the gem will hopefully bring their father back.

while in elias, barley has begun to build a life for himself. for so long he worried about ian’s needs, wants and desires, filling in a role of a father that ian needed. it meant his own needs fell to the wayside and now he’s allowing himself to be a little selfish.

he’s figuring out what he wants and who barley lightfoot really is. while the search for the phoenix gem is important, barley is also happy that for once he can put himself first.

he’s found a father figure in howl - which he didn’t know he needed.

he’s just doing a lot of healing ( kinda !! ) and having fun and also having a crush on a girl which is wild to him !!!

past !!

tw: barley’s past mentions parental death, weight loss and cancer mention

barley lightfoot, the oldest son of wilden and laurel lightfoot, is not exactly his mother’s pride and joy. he’s more of a headache but loved nonetheless. when barley was four years old his father died of cancer. h only has three memories of his dad: One, that he had a scratchy beard, two he danced funny and there he used to play drums on his foot.

many think that the passing of wilden only affected ian because barley held it together and let his optimism shine through when in reality barley has three memories of his father. his last one being he was too afraid to say goodbye to him which lead barley to vow to never be afraid again of anything.

being raised by a single mother, barley took it upon himself to become not only an older brother but a father figure of sorts to ian. he taught his brother everything he knows. from riding a bike to shaving his face ( if ian ever grows facial hair hehe ! ) his entire life was really dedicate to taking care of ian. his brother was so much more anxious and quiet than barley. he’s always been there to give ian an extra push even if he comes off as overbearing.

and while ian was golden, barley was seen as the screw up. his mom’s boyfriend likes to say it the most. he wasn’t as smart as ian or gentle. he was like a hurricane - reckless. he was smart in other ways but that didn’t really matter when it came to academics. in high school he didn’t have many friends. he was an outcast who played d&d, listened to rock music and believed in magic when no one else in new mushroomton did. no one really paid him any mind - certainly not girls. barley wasn’t exactly their idea of what attractive was. he was a nuisance around town. annoying barley lightfoot.

barley tried his best to be the best version of himself for ian. if everyone thought he was a screw up he didn’t care but ian’s opinion on him did. so when he dropped out of college it felt like the picture he had began to paint was now being ripped at the seams.

the summer after he dropped out of school that’s when things began to change for barley that summer he got hot. with time on his hand his mother begged him to find something else to do other than trying to save ancient magical sites or sitting in the basement all day playing games. so he turned to the gym to get into superhero shape for fun and came out with a six pack. that’s when people began noticing him. barley wasn’t a fan of his new found attention on his looks.

life didn’t really change for barley until ian’s twenty-first birthday. it was a big day! bigger than barley expected because their father had left a special gift for ian. wilden had left a spell to bring him back. while magic was not used in new mushroomton for years, barley had held onto the hope that it still existed. to know his brother could be a super cool wizard was amazing! ian breaking the phoenix gem .. not so much. thankfully, barley had extensive knowledge on the quest of yore and knew that the only other place that had a phoenix gem was the manticore tavern which just so happened to be in elias, california. so barley packed him and ian up into his trusty van guinevere and began their grand adventure.

future !!

i’m wanting barley to realize he’s gotta pour into his own cup as well as others. for so long he’s put so much devotion into ian and i need barley to know he did a good job. he did the best he could while trying to parent himself and his younger sibling because NO ONE gives you a book on how to do that shit. i’d just want him to believe in himself. he fell off thinking he was a screw up which isn’t true. i’m hoping barley will grow some confidence in himself.

also work through his feelings with his dad’s passing .... baby you need to HEAL. it’s okay to feel sad. let’s not repress.

in the future he’ll use his big imagination and become a videogame designer. there he will be able to use elements of fantasy and creates worlds he’s only dreamed of just as he did during d&d campaigns.

taken connections

wilden lightfoot & laurel lightfoot ( née friedrich ) / parents .

penelope hainline / crush .

howl pendragon / father figure .

belle rousseau / d&d buddy .

jim hawkins / he’s dating penny’s bestie so .. solidarity !! .

wanted connections

ian lightfoot : please bring barley his brother ... i’m on my knees.

friends : my son is in some need of friends. looking for a best bro or just any sort of friends in general [ open ]

d&d campaign : would fulfill barley’s soul if he had a little campaign to be part of. [ open ]

mutual dislike : look he’s a gentle giant ... softest boy ... but barley is 6′5 and will throw hands if he has to maybe at axel or kaiden idk [ open ]

( PINTEREST BOARD, PLAYLIST & MUSING TAG

#walt.intro

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tremendouslyzealousskeleton · 3 years

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I had this joke in my damn brain at like 4am and I had to draw it.

Older Ian’s design is by @ask-lightheim

#pixar onward #ian lightfoot #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #comic #doodles #onward #onward pixar

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ghosta-r · 4 years

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anyway @thederpyhipster started this hashtag featuring her OC for Ian and I Support It

#my art #onward #pixar onward #original character #not my ocs #onward pixar #disney pixar #oc #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend

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thatavatarchick · 4 years

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3D Aeric! Character by @thederpyhipster

#ian lightfoot #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #onward #pixar onward #aeric aldheim #lightheim

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friendshipgirl · 4 years

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I honestly can not tell the differences between the times they flirt with each other, but it’s cute enough!

#lightheim #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #kawaii #cannon x oc

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xbuntx · 4 years

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For @thederpyhipster

This your ship is so cute that I wanted to draw it🥺❤️🌺

#onward #onward ian #ian lightfoot #oc x canon #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #my art #onward fandom #onward fanart

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ask-lightheim · 2 years

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sorry I haven’t posted in a while but I’ve been working a lot more and I really need to get my iPad looked at for skipping and being unresponsive

in the meantime, they’re still the best

support me on Ko-Fi!

#GiveIanLightfootABoyfriend

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mytherbalegwladys · 2 years

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Red Du Dragon est l'un des élèves les plus populaires de l'école, et il est admiré par Ian Lightfoot. Ce draconien rockeur a un pouvoir caché, il est capable de se transformer en dragon comme ses ancêtres.

#disney pixar #onward #onward oc #draconian #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #Red Dudragon #Dudragon family

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lunarity2013 · 4 years

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rewatching Onward again bc I'm hyperfixating and just wanted to say that theres nothing neurotypical about how Ian makes lists for everything anyway thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#onward #ian lightfoot #not sure what i see ian as on the neurodivergent spectrum but hes on there for sure #also give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #not related but also important

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thederpyhipster · 3 years

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What's the deal with the Onward fandom? Just curious.

the Onward fandom is still alive, just with its most committed fans!! I still make my own content of Ian and his boyfriend (it’s canon shhhhhh) on @ask-lightheim, and there’s still an active Discord server!

basically I stay in my little corner and speak up when there are gross people shipping Ian and Barley 😘 it’s a fun time

#onward #anon #anonymous #asked and answered #ian lightfoot #barley lightfoot #pixar onward #onward pixar #discord #ask box #ask reply #ask response #pixar #pixar film #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #disney pixar #fandom #disney fandom

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tremendouslyzealousskeleton · 4 years

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Lightheim makes anyone happy that’s on periodt

#GiveIanLightfootABoyfriend

Lightheim belongs to @ask-lightheim

#ian lightfoot #aeric aldheim #onward oc #meme edit #give ian lightfoot a boyfriend #amphiba

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indi-indigo-loves-barley · 4 years

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Mod Arts: I also made my friend a Onward Self Insert. Meet James, the top to Ians bottom.

#self ship #self shipping #onward #selfship #art #ask blog #ask me #ian lightfoot #onward ian lightfoot #james #james x ian #give ian a boyfriend #give ian a bf

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redrosesartcabin · 3 years

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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”

#barley x reader #barley lightfoot x reader #barley x (female) reader #barley lightfoot #onward #based on an anon message for itsme-star #anon #onward fanfiction #fanfiction #artist on tumblr #redrosessoulcabin

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enigmawrappedinhypocrisy · 3 years

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*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*

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