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thelaughingplaceI've made a couple of things as I'm not too confident in my fic-writing abilities, haha. I do hope you enjoy them, though ♥
Title: For Always
Film: Toy Story (set between 2 and 3)
Characters: Woody, Bo
Genre: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Friends come and go. Leaving is inevitable, and having been around for years, Bo knows this more than any other toy. But no matter what, she'll never forget the friends she made.
It was quiet in the small bedroom, with the sky-blue wallpaper peeling off and a sense of sadness in the air as soon as Mrs Davis knocked on her son’s door.
“Andy? Sweetheart, are you up yet?”
The 14-year-old rolled over in bed and grunted. “Five more minutes, Mom.”
His mother sighed in frustration.
“Andy, come on. It’s yard sale day today. I want you up, dressed and ready to start selling some of those toys in fifteen minutes, okay?”
Andy knew better than to question his mom on yard-sale day. Throwing the cover aside, he swung his legs out of bed, opened the door and ambled into the bathroom.
As soon as he heard the shower creak into life - a skill picked up after years and years - Woody pushed open the lid of the old toybox and tumbled out. The room remained quiet aside from Woody’s worn cowboy boots thudding against the wooden floor, as he hurried across the landing, where a cardboard box stood outside Molly’s room. He pressed his ear against it and knocked gently.
“Bo?” he whispered.
“Woody!” came the soft reply, “But what if Molly or Andy finds you?”
Woody took Bo’s question as his cue to climb into the box. It was a fairly sizeable thing, but with Woody’s experience, it wasn’t much of a big deal and within a few seconds he’d dropped in.
He’d expected to land on something - or someone - at least but the box was nearly empty. Molly evidently hadn’t wanted to get rid of much. There were a few books propped up, and a skipping rope discarded alongside them, but Woody’s focus was on Bo, forlornly leaning against a corner.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally replied. “I came to ... see you.”
Bo laughed wanly. “I guess I knew this day would come, Woody. All I can say is, my way out of here could have been a lot worse. Here, now, I have a chance to have a new start. It’s got to the point where I actually think I want to go and that it’s time to move on. But ... I wish I could just take everyone with me. Especially you. I just ...”
She suddenly caught the expression on Woody’s face. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in that way at all.” She cast her eyes to her staff, and fiddled with it in her delicate hands.
“No, no,” said Woody. “I ... I actually have something for you. It’s a way to ensure I’ll be with you - we’ll all be with you - no matter what.”
And without further ado, he swept off his cowboy hat and lifted out a small white ribbon, and tied it around Bo Peep’s staff.
“That one’s for me. I thought it went well with your dress.” he said sheepisly. Bo chuckled.
Woody then produced a small red strand of cotton, and tied it around the staff to join the ribbon.
“It’s a thread of Jessie’s hair. She thought a splash of red would give you courage for your new journey.”
Before Bo could react, Woody then removed a whole host of different threads and ribbons, each unique in size and colour.
“This one’s from the Potato Heads. You know Mrs Potato Head is going crazy for knitting patterns ... and this one’s from Rex, and from Hamm ... and this one’s from Slinky ... and this one’s from Buzz ...”
Soon, Bo’s entire staff was filled with ribbons and bows. She could only look on, dumbfounded and overwhelmed.
“You see, Bo ... we all really care. We do. And although we’ll miss you more than anything, we accept that you’ve accepted this and want to move on. And that?”
Bo looked down at her feet and saw the faint handwritten inky stain of “Andy” on the inside of her gown.
“That’s not going to fade any time soon. Or ever.” Woody finished.
Bo could only give her best friend in the whole world a hug, as the sound of the bathroom door creaking open echoed in the hallway as Andy left, fully dressed, and hurried down the stairs. Voices floated up from the kitchen as Molly taunted her brother for being late ... again.
~
The sun streamed down onto the small table as Bo stood on a pile of books among a handful of other toys. She held her new, rejuvenated crook high, and proud, and when a small girl picked her up enthusiastically and convinced her mother to buy the pretty princess dolly, Bo chanced a final glance up at her old home.
Everyone was looking down, and smiling.
Bo smiled, too.
~~~
And here's the little something extra:
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2. 
3. 
4. 
5. 
Hope you like 'em!
Title: For Always
Film: Toy Story (set between 2 and 3)
Characters: Woody, Bo
Genre: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Friends come and go. Leaving is inevitable, and having been around for years, Bo knows this more than any other toy. But no matter what, she'll never forget the friends she made.
It was quiet in the small bedroom, with the sky-blue wallpaper peeling off and a sense of sadness in the air as soon as Mrs Davis knocked on her son’s door.
“Andy? Sweetheart, are you up yet?”
The 14-year-old rolled over in bed and grunted. “Five more minutes, Mom.”
His mother sighed in frustration.
“Andy, come on. It’s yard sale day today. I want you up, dressed and ready to start selling some of those toys in fifteen minutes, okay?”
Andy knew better than to question his mom on yard-sale day. Throwing the cover aside, he swung his legs out of bed, opened the door and ambled into the bathroom.
As soon as he heard the shower creak into life - a skill picked up after years and years - Woody pushed open the lid of the old toybox and tumbled out. The room remained quiet aside from Woody’s worn cowboy boots thudding against the wooden floor, as he hurried across the landing, where a cardboard box stood outside Molly’s room. He pressed his ear against it and knocked gently.
“Bo?” he whispered.
“Woody!” came the soft reply, “But what if Molly or Andy finds you?”
Woody took Bo’s question as his cue to climb into the box. It was a fairly sizeable thing, but with Woody’s experience, it wasn’t much of a big deal and within a few seconds he’d dropped in.
He’d expected to land on something - or someone - at least but the box was nearly empty. Molly evidently hadn’t wanted to get rid of much. There were a few books propped up, and a skipping rope discarded alongside them, but Woody’s focus was on Bo, forlornly leaning against a corner.
“It doesn’t matter,” he finally replied. “I came to ... see you.”
Bo laughed wanly. “I guess I knew this day would come, Woody. All I can say is, my way out of here could have been a lot worse. Here, now, I have a chance to have a new start. It’s got to the point where I actually think I want to go and that it’s time to move on. But ... I wish I could just take everyone with me. Especially you. I just ...”
She suddenly caught the expression on Woody’s face. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in that way at all.” She cast her eyes to her staff, and fiddled with it in her delicate hands.
“No, no,” said Woody. “I ... I actually have something for you. It’s a way to ensure I’ll be with you - we’ll all be with you - no matter what.”
And without further ado, he swept off his cowboy hat and lifted out a small white ribbon, and tied it around Bo Peep’s staff.
“That one’s for me. I thought it went well with your dress.” he said sheepisly. Bo chuckled.
Woody then produced a small red strand of cotton, and tied it around the staff to join the ribbon.
“It’s a thread of Jessie’s hair. She thought a splash of red would give you courage for your new journey.”
Before Bo could react, Woody then removed a whole host of different threads and ribbons, each unique in size and colour.
“This one’s from the Potato Heads. You know Mrs Potato Head is going crazy for knitting patterns ... and this one’s from Rex, and from Hamm ... and this one’s from Slinky ... and this one’s from Buzz ...”
Soon, Bo’s entire staff was filled with ribbons and bows. She could only look on, dumbfounded and overwhelmed.
“You see, Bo ... we all really care. We do. And although we’ll miss you more than anything, we accept that you’ve accepted this and want to move on. And that?”
Bo looked down at her feet and saw the faint handwritten inky stain of “Andy” on the inside of her gown.
“That’s not going to fade any time soon. Or ever.” Woody finished.
Bo could only give her best friend in the whole world a hug, as the sound of the bathroom door creaking open echoed in the hallway as Andy left, fully dressed, and hurried down the stairs. Voices floated up from the kitchen as Molly taunted her brother for being late ... again.
~
The sun streamed down onto the small table as Bo stood on a pile of books among a handful of other toys. She held her new, rejuvenated crook high, and proud, and when a small girl picked her up enthusiastically and convinced her mother to buy the pretty princess dolly, Bo chanced a final glance up at her old home.
Everyone was looking down, and smiling.
Bo smiled, too.
~~~
And here's the little something extra:
1.
2. 3. 4. 5. Hope you like 'em!
