Random x Reader oneshots!

Barley Lightfoot x Fem! Elf! Reader

A/n:

 So, this is the revival episode if you will... 

I hope yall enjoy this as much as me because I live for this man.

So the premise of the one-shot is that this is right after the movie and you're new-ish to Mushroomton, and just moved into the house next to the Lightfoots. You're a motor-head, and you like to read and garden, you're not very picky in the activities you chose to partake in. You and Barley get closer when you move in because of your similar interests and because you helped him with Guinevere 2 a few times. You don't really dress any particular way, but will be dressing very feminine during the one-shot, often wearing a dress and sunhat.

  ~Begin~

   You hummed as you pedaled you bike down the road. Your headphones were in, listening to Orcblood, one of your favorite bands.

  You smiled fondly as you remembered that this was also one of Barley's favorite bands. You had moved in about a year ago and had gotten quite close. You had even been involved in some of his QoY games. His group really liked the snacks you made.

   You looked down at the basket attached to the front of your bike where a loaf of french bread, some potato wedges, a small container of pasta salad, and a bottle of water were nestled. You were on your way home from the cafe you worked at and had decided to treat yourself to the Deli in the corner store a short ways from the cafe. 

   Underneath your snacks, however, sat a bag of cheese puffs and a Mountania Dew Blast.  

  They were Barley's favorite snack, and you had wanted to surprise him, since he was helping you fix up your own car, Aurora.

  You steered your bike into the Lightfoot's driveway, only to jump in surprise when you saw Barley delivering a hefty kick to the side of Guinevere 2.  

  Barley turned to look at you quickly after he heard your squeak.

  He flushed in embarrassment. "Hi (Y/n)..." He whispered softly, eye glossy, nose and cheeks slightly red.

  Your eyes widened and you quickly propped up your bike and rushed over to him, embracing him gently as he buried his head in your shoulder.

  With a deep breath, he began to sob. His body shivered and quacked with the heart wrenching whimpers that left him. He clutched tightly onto your cream sundress. The wind blew off your sunhat, letting your long, curly hair out as you held him, gently soothing his worries.

   Compared to his large body, you were dwarfed, but he still felt small in your hold. He felt so pathetic, and he knew that this wasn't polite and that this wasn't how he wanted you to see him, a sniveling baby you kicks his expensive stuff when he's angry. 

  But he would be lying if he denied how he liked being in your hold. How he wanted to drown in you, give you the world, treat you like a queen. He adored you. You always, without fail, brought an aspect of something good into his life every time he saw you. You sparkled like the sun, the moon and the stars to him. 

  Barley sunk deeper into your embrace, large frame slouching over you and nearly enveloping your tiny body. You hummed softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

  "Barley," You started, wetting your plump lips, "You're squishing me."

  Barley started, standing up quickly, and attempting to pull away. He nearly tripped over a muffler on the ground, had you not held onto his middle and held firm.

  "Barley," You said again, "What's wrong?"

Barley sighed heavily. "Well, now that's a loaded question." He hummed with a chuckled.