✔️Broken Glass : Woody x Reader

That Irritating Small Fry

11/8/19
(A/N: Thanks so much for the ideas! I just couldn't figure out a good way to start this chapter on my own.)

Ever since Bonnie left an hour ago, you kept relentlessly glancing at a certain cowboy. There was just something so unique and attractive about him. It had been this way for years, yet you still couldn't place your finger on it. But today, you weren't trying to catch glimpses at him out of curiosity and awe. No, this time it was because of nervousness.

It had been so many years since Andy first introduced you to this wonderful family of toys and, well, you figured you had been waiting quite a long while for a certain moment. Enough time had also passed since Bo was taken from the gang, and although you still firmly believed you would never be her equal, you couldn't help but want to finally try to take a grab at the cowboy's heart. Your heart had called out for his around three times now in the last year alone. It was simply long overdue.

There was only one problem. You knew exactly what you wanted to say to him, but you had no clue on how to actually approach him. Just go for it? Talk to him a bit and find the perfect pause? Maybe try to flirt and play with him a little to put you both at ease? There were so many possible solutions, but you could only choose one. You only had one chance.

So instead, while you waited for the time where you would finally make up your mind, you just kept staring at him from afar each second he wasn't looking. You figured you probably looked a little creepy at times, but hey, it happens. And it's not like Woody actually saw it or anything. You were very careful to make sure he wouldn't notice. You knew for a fact he didn't know.

But what you didn't know was that the Sheriff was roughly in the same boat. He wanted to approach you, but unlike you, he knew the best way to do it. He just had no clue what to say. Some flirty remarks? Genuine compliments? Maybe subtly drop a hint to see if you cared enough to realize what he meant? There were so many possible solutions, but he could only choose one. He only had one chance.

Just like you, all he could do was steal glances at you until he made up his mind. Every second that your back was turned, he would simply stare at you before quickly turning away the instant he noticed you were about to turn. He didn't dare allow himself to be caught, for he didn't want the conversation to spring up on him while still not being fully prepared.

And since both of you had no clue that the other was ever staring, you had no idea how amusing I was to some of the other toys that noticed. Although they kept quiet, they couldn't help but struggle to conceal their laughter and sarcastic remarks. You would be looking at Woody. He would begin to turn and you would quickly turned away. But his head had been turning to look at you, and he would quickly avert his gaze once you began to turn towards him. The cycle repeated with smooth flow, and you and Woody were the only ones that didn't know. It looked like a hilarious game to everyone else, but nobody had the desire to say anything.

The only time the cycle was broken was when the car door was heard outside. The game of quick glances and prolonged stares ended immediately as everyone went back to their places just before Bonnie burst into her room. She greeted her toys as she quickly dropped her backpack by the door, then said goodbye just before running off.

"Hi, everybody! We're home!" Rex cheered as he popped out of the bag.

"Hey, welcome back!" Woody beamed. "How was Poultry-"

"Ugh!" You plugged your nose, your face scrunching up in disgust. "What smells like chicken fingers?" The other toys shared your discontent at the very strong smell of greasy, low-quality fast food.

Everyone watched as the tiny Buzz figure leaped out of the bag, landing on top of Rex's head. "I'm Buzz Lightyear! I come in peace."

Jessie scowled, knowing very well what was going on. "Uh.... What happened to Buzz?"