paixaorpg | I’ll Stay Tonight If It’ll Make You Feel Alright [Completed]

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I’ll Stay Tonight If It’ll Make You Feel Alright [Completed]

Character(s): Woody and Tinkerbell
Content: After finding out Tinkerbell was having a nightmare too, Woody goes to comfort her.
Setting: Sora’s Room
Time: Nighttime
Warnings: Bits of angst and heck of lot of cuteness

A sigh escaped from Woody’s plastic lips, as he got down from the windowsill in the living room. He was staring out that window for a while, it was just moments ago did he wake up from another nightmare. He’s been having too many recently, and it’s been keeping him up all night. If one were to talk to Woody, they could tell he was tired, certainly by the sound of his cracked voice. Though he tried his very best to hide it anyway, he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. After all he still has his reputation and there are those who still might look up to him. If they see him weak or worn, it would create some problems.

Woody made his way back into Sora’s room, trying his best not to wake the kid up if he was still sleeping, he sneaked in ever so slightly. Climbing into the basket, he turned his attention to the rope as he looked up to where Tinkerbell was, and began to pull the rope so the basket would lift itself upward on the pully-system. He called out in a half-whisper up to Tinkerbell, “Hey! Tink! It’s me Woody! I’m comin’ up.”

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Her golden glow was visible before anything else, growing in slight intensity right before her head popped up over the side. On the edge of the shelf, she peered down and smiled slightly, lifting her hand in a little wave. Tinkerbell then moved to help lift him up the rest of the way.

He'd really come! She wasn't sure why she thought he wouldn't...maybe because they still didn't know each other very well. And if she were perfectly frank, boys in her life often had a way with forgetting about her existence. This was new territory.

As he joined her on the shelf, she put her hands behind her back and lifted her shoulders up in a slight shrug. "Thanks for coming," she said, an apologetic smile curving her lips.

Woody smiled back up at her when he saw her, wow she really does have nice glow. It kinda reminded him of when Buzz glowed in the dark back home, of course his was a green sort of color. Hers had more of a bright yellow glow. As Woody got the basket to come up all the way to the top, he climbed out onto the shelf to greet Tinkerbell. He waved his hand to dismiss any hint of it being too much trouble for him, “Hey no problem Tink.”

Just so that Woody wouldn’t have to look down at Tinkerbell the whole time, he walked over to sit in a comfortable spot, patting the spot next to him in case she wanted to join him then decided to put his hands over his rag doll legs. “So what was your dream about? I think I heard you and Timon mention it was somethin’ about Peter.”

Her smile faded and she looked away, clearly trying to hide the pain in her eyes without much success. "Oh...yeah." She slowly made her way over to him, hugging herself as she walked, her wings drooping. "It was stupid," she began, scoffing to try to make light of the situation. But still she wouldn't look him in the eye. "I dreamed Peter grow up and...and left me behind. He forgot about me."

She laughed quietly, but even as she lifted her head to smile, tears were in her eyes. "Stupid, huh?"

Leaning forward, Woody tilted his head slightly, he knows that look anywhere even if she won’t look him in the eyes. He shook his head solemnly on the mention of Peter growing up. “That’s not stupid Tink, not at all, I’ve had that fear before.”

Woody adjusted in his seat, now looking off to the side himself. “I used to have an owner, Andy… Great kid, we’ve always been kinda close you know, Buzz and I were his favorite toys… Well, he had to grow up and go to college.” He looked down as he now began to hold his arms, “I was afraid he’d forget about me too. He didn’t in fact he was gonna take me to college with him. But I couldn’t leave my friends either… So the last time I saw Andy was when he brought my friends and I to Bonnie’s.”

Giving a small smile as looked back up at Tinkerbell, as he got up on his knee to hold Tinkerbell’s hand, “But you know what, knowing that he really loved me and almost took me with him, even though he was grown up just really made me felt at ease. So Tink, you don’t have to worry, I’m sure if that ever happens he’ll still remember you. I’m sure.”

As Woody spoke, Tinkerbell slowly raised one hand to her heart, listening with her head slightly tilted. Was that what it was like to be a toy? To always watch the children who loved you leave you behind? When he took her hand, she looked down and frowned. Unfortunately, what he said next was not what she wanted to hear.

"What does it matter if he remembers me if we can't be together?" she asked in exasperation, taking her hand away in a huff. Though a part of her knew the wisdom in what he said, the very idea of forever being away from Peter, for real and for true, was too much for her volatile pixie heart right now. She angrily scrubbed away the tears from her eyes. "I'll still be alone!"

Letting Tinkerbell take her hand back Woody watched her as his eyes gazed for a moment. All of this was just reminding him of when poor Jessie was remembering Emily, but this was a bit different. Woody held his own hand as he looked at her, almost wanting to say ‘Don’t think like that’ or ‘Don’t walk away’, but neither of those would ever work, he knows that first hand. Woody looked down, as he bit his lip. No one wants to be alone.

“Tinkerbell…” Woody said softly, trying to find words of comfort himself, “You won’t be alone… Girl like you? Nah, ain’t gonna happen. Besides, i-it’s only a dream you know… Peter Pan isn’t ever gonna grow up right? He said so himself, you’ll always will be friends.” He said giving a weak smile. Woody looked down, “I know I wouldn’t know if something were to happen to my friends, like if… Lotso succeeded and… We would of all… At the fault of my own…” His words drifted, as he looked distant, remembering his own dark nightmare.

“N-Nevermind… Dreams are just dreams, it won’t happen alright?” Woody said as he continued to look to side and held himself, trying his best not to show that he himself was upset. What kind of guy is supposed to cheer someone up if they’re not feeling too good themselves after all?

She had stormed away from him, back turned, but now she slowly looked over her shoulder to watch him. She was pretty short-sighted and even a little selfish sometimes, but even Tink could see Woody was struggling with his own sadness. Though she couldn't understand his disjointed words, the gist was there -- he was haunted by his own nightmare too, after all.

She paused for a moment but then went to his side again, kneeling at his feet and placing her head on his knee, face in her crossed arms. She still didn't want him to see her cry, so she kept her face hidden. "It w-won't happen..." she agreed through her tears. In her own way, she was trying to comfort him too.

Woody looked back at Tinkerbell, if there’s anything that hurts his heart the most, is seeing someone crying. He looked at Tinkerbell, knowing she probably won’t be willing to hug to feel better, but he can handle it. As a rag doll, he’s been thrown around before. Woody lifted himself up and came over to Tinkerbell and quietly gave her soft hug, “… Everything will be all right, Tink. Don’t worry.”

As his arms went around her, she stiffened and nearly pulled away. Anger was always preferable to sorrow; anger and outrage she could deal with, she wouldn't feel weak and lonely like that. But as she noted how gently he hugged her, careful of her wings and tiny form, she slowly relaxed. Tears rolled down her face as she hesitantly returned the hug. It's not like she needed a hug right now, it was for Woody's sake! But then she couldn't stop the next words that came out of her mouth, so quiet and wavery with her tears.

"...I wanna go home."

Woody gently brushed her hair, being as careful as he could as he caressed her in the hug. Trying his best to comfort her. Woody gave a very soft, “Shh…” His voice cracked slightly, “I-It’s alright… It’s gonna be ok, I promise, somehow someway we’ll go home.”

Honestly, that was what Woody’s been wanting since he came here. It hurt more than ever knowing that even the slightest thought of not being able to see his friends again. As he slowly loosened in the hug so he can reach up and gently rub away the tears from her cheek with his thumb. He gave a sad smile to her, “Please… Don’t cry, Tink.”

She blinked, startled at his touch on her face. How could a toy feel so...warm? Or maybe that was just her perception. Either way, at the rush of unexpected feeling, she blinked a few times and stepped away. She smiled slightly to cover up her sudden nervousness. "I...I'm okay now. Sorry you had to see me like that." Tink brushed away the heavy bangs over her eyes, looking back at Woody almost shyly.

"Are you okay? I didn't know toys could dream."

As Tinkerbell stepped away, Woody let his hands fall down in front of him to look at her more carefully. He felt a little something too when he let go and looked into her eyes. A ping, at least that what he thinks it felt like, somewhat a familiar feeling to him. Although when Woody recalled what that ping was, he looked down. Oh stop it you old cowboy, you already had that other nightmare about her, you don’t need another one tonight. Just… Just forget it! Stupid thing to think about anyway...

Woody rubbed the back of his neck before giving out a sigh and looked back at Tinkerbell, “Don’t be, sometimes we gotta let it all out ya know?” He bit his lip slightly when he said that, knowing that he himself didn’t like sharing emotional stuff, but it’s for his own prideful reasons.

With a shake of a head, Woody placed his hands back over the edges of his belt. “I’m alright I just…” the cowboy sighed, “Too many nightmares… A lotta things going wrong from left and right, some of them seemed real. Or at least… A few were based on… Real stuff but…” Woody started to slowly look down again his hands starting to fold against himself in a half hug. His eyes looked wary as they scanned the ground, looking so lost from his own thoughts about his nightmares. His voice started sound a little hoarse and quieter as he spoke, “I’m fine though really… I’m fine. I’m fine…”

A moment of stillness met Woody's quiet words...and then his hat was pulled over his eyes by Tinkerbell. As she lifted it back up, she pouted as she stared into his eyes, one hand on her hip. "You're not fine, you liar!" she said, the frustration in her voice tempered by her obvious concern. But then she smiled, letting go of his hat to place her hand on his soft shoulder.

"But that's okay. I don't think anyone really is...not after nightmares like that." She turned away and half-skipped, half-flew over to her little make-shift vanity made out of a small compact mirror and a walnut shell. She lifted up a little glass bead the color of bright summer grass before joining Woody again.

"I found this before all the snow started...I kept it because it reminds me of Peter." Tink laughed a little sheepishly, smiling down at it. "Sometimes I take it out and look at it at night, wondering where he is and if he even knows I'm gone." She paused before folding the little bead over her heart, eyes closed. "I think...our true memories of our friends will help keep the nightmares powerless."

Woody’s eyes widen a bit as she messed with his hat, almost about to flail if she pushed it down anymore, before she lifted the hat back up to look at him. The edge of his lip winced a bit as soon as she scolded him for lying. Well shoot, that took him aback a bit, not that he can protest, he was giving a lie about being fine. But Woody guessed it really was just so darn hard to hide emotions like that.

And there with a simple touch, Tinkerbell softened, Woody looked at her hand then back to her as she spoke. He gave a half chuckle in response, “Yea… I ‘spose no one is.”

Woody watched Tinkerbell as retrieved what looked like colorful bead. He gave a small smile and nodded, “I got somethin’ too.” Woody sat back down on a seat and lifted his book to show his old owner’s signature ‘ANDY’. He tapped it, “Reminds me of all the good times I had with him. Plus, all my friends got that name written on them. Bullseye got it on his hooves too, though,” chuckles, “He has make sure it’s spelled right when he holds them up.”

“It’s one way we’re connected I think, we’ve all got history of such great adventures and friendship with that signature,” Woody smiled, “And I’m glad to have met them. You know what though,” he puts his boot back down, “I’m also glad to have met you too, you’re a good friend. You, Sora, and everyone I’ve met here thus far.” He snapped his finger, “Heeey… Hey we should, we should get something, to remember each other! Like uh, uhm…”

Woody started searching his pockets and looked around him, trying to see if he can get something for her. “Aha!” Woody pulled out yellow string from his boot and came over to Tinkerbell, “Something like this I think.” He then put the small string around her wrist as if it were a bracelet and tied a little bow. Woody gave her smile, and rubbed the back of his neck, “Well it’s uh, it’s not much, but it’s a start you know.”

Tinkerbell looked down at the delicate string with a smile. This was the second gift she'd been given since she arrived here. She looked up and grinned, eyes sparkling. "It's perfect! Thank you, Woody!" Reaching up to her bun, she pulled the green ribbon that held her hair up. Thick blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders.

"If you don't mind, I have this..." Almost shyly, she reached down and tied it tightly around Woody's boot. It was simple but hopefully not too girly. Straightening, she brushed her hair from her face and looked away. "S-So now we're friends for life, okay? You better not lose that!"

Woody gave a smile for that, and then watched her take out the ribbon that held her hair in a bun. Wow, she sure looks pretty with her hair down too. Woody shook his head with a small smile, he wouldn’t mind at all. Letting her tie the ribbon around his boot. He looked down at it, examining it thoughtfully. It looked nice actually, and he certainly wouldn’t mind wearing it ‘round his boot.

“Hey, I promise I’ll hold on to it, no problem,” Woody said grinning, “I’m sure ya ain’t gonna lose mine either.” He held up pinky finger toward Tinkerbell, “Pinky swear on it?”

To Tinkerbell, a pinky swear was a very important pact, not to be taken lightly. That Woody would be willing to go through with one for the sake of her present...she bit her bottom lip and looked up at him with affection in her eyes. "Mm...okay." She held out her tiny hand, wrapping her pinky around his with a smile. "Pinky swear!"

Woody hooked his pinky with hers and did the pinky swear shake. He winked as he let go, “It’s a deal, then! Ah-lright Tink, you think you’re gonna be ok up here? You know where you can find me if ya need me now,” he tilted his hat then curved his lip like a typical cowboy, “‘Cause no trouble gets past Sheriff Pride ‘round these parts.”

She smiled at her still curled pinky but then looked up in alarm. "W-Wait, you're leaving? Already?" She tried to hide it, but Tink felt a gnawing sense of dread at the idea of spending more time alone. When Woody was here, she didn't feel as frightened. Not that she'd tell him that. But...

"Can you, um...can you stay with me tonight?" She lowered her head and linked her hands behind the small of her back, blushing slightly as she scowled. "W-We should stick together! So the nightmares don't bug us!"

Woody’s eyebrows rose, oh? She… She really wants him to stay then? He was quiet for a moment, not that he was debating, he already knew it was ok to stay by her side. This was more out of being a little surprised. But… Nightmares can be awful things, especially when you’re by yourself. Yes, he’ll stay tonight, if it’ll make everything alright.

Giving a soft smile Woody returned to his spot next to Tinkerbell, “Of course I can Tink,” he gave a little chuckle in return, “Got that right, those nightmares will go away as quick as a tumbleweed in the wind, I’m sure of it.” He held up his yarn string lasso on his belt. “And if they try and get ya, just dream that I’ll round ‘em all up and toss ‘em all the way outta the park!” Woody said as he pretended to wrap up a nightmare with his lasso, giving a chuckle as the string came back to him. He then wrapped the yarn string up again as he looked down.

“Besides that though, I think you’re right,” Woody said tipping his hat over his eyes as he goes to lay down, “As long as we’re together, those darn nightmares are less likely to come and get us.”

She giggled as she watched his spastic movements -- he was kind of a huge dork but it was in a way that set her at ease and lightened the tension in her heart. As she watched him move to lay down, she stiffened slightly and zoomed close, grabbing his arm. "Not there! You have to stay in my bed with me!" Giving Woody no chance to argue, she dragged him to the music box she'd turned into a bed. It would be slightly too small for the poor cowboy, but unfortunately, the pixie wasn't exactly thinking of his wishes as she shoved him in.

Woody gave a chuckle in return. It was good to see Tinkerbell smile and laugh again. It made him feel good that he cheered her up a little bit. As soon as Woody was getting comfortable, he felt himself get pulled like the ragdoll he was by Tinkerbell. His eyes widen in surprise again as she dragged him to bed with her, “Wha-HUH W-Wait a minute Tink-But h-huh-?!”

Making a face that was confused, Woody’s jaw dropped a bit. Quiet honestly, if toys could have the ability to blush, he would be doing so right now. Woody took off his hat to set it next to the bed, trying to adjust himself in the small bed with Tinkerbell, “I mean well OK but-I’m… I’m a little tall for this-Well I mean I could uh… Here, um…”

Woody was trying so desperately to be a gentleman cowboy about this, as he adjusted himself in the bed with Tinkerbell. Managing to sleep along the edges, well it’s a good thing he’s made of stuffing for this. Honestly Woody could be used as a pillow for Tink at this point. He stretched out his arm around her so she can have some room, “Is this alright? I mean, are you comfortable?”

And used as a pillow he was as Tinkerbell squeezed his soft cloth torso closer, resting her head on him. She nodded, pleased at how nice and cozy her bed seemed now. With Woody here, she wasn't alone. And not being alone, she felt safer. "Yeah...thanks, Woody."

Already she was dozing, the emotional turmoil of the night catching up with her.

Woody looked down at Tinkerbell as she snuggled around his torso. He took in a quiet breath as she hugged him. Trying his very best not to think too much about this. Oh Woody, you really shouldn’t be worried about this, come on get it together you old cowboy. She just needs some company is all. He gave a soft sigh, as he started to let himself relax in the bed with her. Woody carefully brushed Tink’s hair as he began to doze off himself.

This warmth and comfort seemed just so familiar, but yet… He didn’t seem to mind. Woody gave a small smile down at Tink before closing his eyes. Slowly letting himself fall back to sleep, this time, he won’t let the nightmares come near. Only sweet dreams.

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I’ll Stay Tonight If It’ll Make You Feel Alright [Completed]

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