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narftasticficrequests · 5 months

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Since we're in December now, how about Brinky + watching a cheesy hallmark Christmas movie?

The daily newspaper was becoming all too familiar to Brain. The ridiculous political schlock, while amusing to read about initially, grew uninteresting and bland at a rapid pace as the days passed. Weather forecasts were muddled by their repetitiveness; nothing ever really changed in the patterns of temperature or climate. Even the advertisements were mundane and monotonous, not offering any form of eye-catching spectacle to intrigue the senses. Life just seemed like it was at a standstill.

That applied to world domination as well. The megalomaniac had spent a substantial amount of time pondering about creating a new plan, but none would come to him. Every time he thought he had an idea, it would slip away just as quickly, fading into the recesses of his thoughts. Brain didn’t understand why tonight his usually active mind was so blank, but it was likely because of recent events he didn’t want to discuss in detail.

Safe to say, four nights ago, his whole life flipped upside-down. Pinky had confessed to having a crush on Brain, right in the middle of one of their schemes. Brain had been so astonished at his friend’s assertion that he ended up fumbling the final stage of his plan, which led to both mice ending up in a pile of rubble. While they were unharmed, Pinky had been distraught, thinking that his admission had ruined everything. Brain convinced Pinky that all was great and, yes, he even conceded to reciprocating Pinky’s affections. They became official, by a kiss. Not just a simple peck. A full on, no mistaking it, kiss on the lips. Everything was so surreal in how it panned out.

This was not Brain’s cup of tea. At all. Having a partner of somewhat romantic interest was entirely new. He didn’t know how to react, especially after their first kiss. Brain ended up saying very little the evening afterward, though Pinky seemed to have a hunch that he was okay, but a little uncertain about everything.

And that was very accurate.

It also likely explained why he was struggling to focus on world conquest, something he was usually so ardent about.

Brain wouldn’t usually be caught dead reading the newspaper, but over the past few days, it had basically become a routine for him to spend at least an hour reading through each article. He admitted, though, that the paper was starting to become a bore.

By the time he’d reached the political section, his brain was already off in other places, still trying to put together a feasible plan. He groaned a tad at a story about Congress and governors, rolling his tired eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. Why did everything in politics need to be discussed, especially when it was something so ridiculously mindless and unimportant?

Brain was just about to flip the page to what was definitely going to be another unappealing celebrity story, when he heard the familiar hum of a certain blue-eyed mouse. He held his breath, fully expecting his friend to burst into song again or do some other obnoxious activity as a way of encouraging him to get back to planning. He was surprised when he was met with a content and relaxed Pinky, who just seemed to be minding his own business, not paying much attention to Brain’s predicament in the slightest.

“Hello, Brain! Narf! What’cha doing? Something super-duper smart as usual?” Pinky chirped, a vivid and eager smile on his face. Brain sighed; this was what Pinky said and acted like when he wanted something.

He glanced up from staring at the newspaper, trying to look and sound as irked as he possible could. “What do you want, Pinky?”

The taller mouse’s grin only grew more as he began toying around with his tail, the slightest hint of pink forming on his cheeks. “Ohhhh, nothing!” He giggled a little, before biting back a smirk.

Brain put the newspaper down, raising an eyebrow in complete suspicion. “Are you sure? You seem quite eager to inform me of something you desire. So, what is it? And please make it quick.”

“Haha Brain, you got me! Poit!” Pinky skipped closer to where Brain was sitting, touching his shoulder briefly. “I was kinda wondering if maybe, instead of taking over the world tonight, you’d wanna…uhm…watch a movie with me?” Pinky’s cheeks were now a light shade of red, a bashful smile accenting his anxious state.

Brain felt his face heat up when Pinky touched him gently, but that feeling was replaced immediately with bewilderment at Pinky’s question. “What?” he asked, eyes widening. Was he hearing his partner properly?

Pinky’s excited expression faltered, fading into one of uncertainty. “Yeah, Brain. I was hoping that you’d want to watch a fun little movie with me. Maybe, take the night off since you’ve been soooo quiet and des-con-bub-uleted recently. I thought you’d like it. Troz.”

The megalomaniacal mouse shook his head, rubbing his temples in attempt to process this information. A movie? Over world domination? What a preposterous idea! “Pinky, we cannot simply just ignore the prospect of world conquest! Especially for something as idiotic as a film. I have plans I need to enact; just go watch whatever movie you want by yourself and don’t bother me with nonsense!”

Brain felt a little contrite for being so harsh on Pinky, especially since he didn’t actually have a plan to put into effect. But he needed to say…really anything to deter his friend from spending time with him. He still wasn’t used to the fact that they were boyfriends non-platonic partners now.

Pinky got close to Brain, holding his paws gently and mustering up the best pouty eyes he could. “Come on, tonight’s special! Please, I’ll make sure it’s extra fun-fun silly-willy for you and then tomorrow we can go back to doing what we do every night! Zort! Please, Brain? For me?” He even whimpered ever so quietly.

Brain’s face turned a light pink when he felt Pinky’s fingers interlace with his. It didn’t help that his partner’s blue eyes seemed to grow in size (and adorableness). He groaned; how was Pinky so good at convincing him to do the most humdrum and childish things imaginable? He supposed that just one night not taking over the world wouldn’t hurt too much. Besides, it’s not like he had an idea of how to do it currently. Also, he desperately wanted to avoid another Pinky meltdown.

He gave Pinky’s paws a gentle squeeze before answering him. “I suppose that one night of not taking over the world might not be so bad. Alright Pinky, we may watch whatever movie you claim is so important, but just for tonight.”

The lanky mouse cheered, pulling Brain into an embrace. Brain felt immensely uncomfortable, but the sound of Pinky’s heartbeat made his face flush a dark shade of red. He didn’t even bother to reprimand his companion, even after he was put down; his mind was already off in other places.

“Oh, Brain! I have the perfect movie for us to watch! I know you’ll looooooove it! Poit!” Pinky pressed his nose to Brain’s, nuzzling it gently.

Brain was certain that Pinky could see how dark his cheeks were. He chose not to dwell on that though. “Let’s get this over and done with,” he deadpanned, crossing his fingers that this wouldn’t take too much time. He was extremely tired.

Pinky grabbed Brain’s hand, guiding him over to the T.V in a more secluded portion of the room. This hand holding thing was still sort of new to him, so he felt slightly uneasy at the affection he was receiving while they walked. But seeing Pinky’s excitement was somewhat soothing to Brain, his partner’s ever-present cheer being endearing to the pink-eyed mouse.

Pinky clapped happily when they reached the area where the T.V was. “Ta-da! Narf!! D’you like it, Brain?”

Brain didn’t respond initially, his chest tightening when he saw the little setup his friend had made for them. The T.V was where it had always been, but in front of it was a large pile of mouse-sized pillows and blankets, all of which looked handmade. Heightening the comfortable atmosphere was a large collection of snacks; Brain couldn’t help but smirk a little seeing Pinky had collected some of his favorite treats.

“Why, Pinky. I’m-I’m touched,” he spoke breathlessly, the utter shock at seeing such a personal display of such care from his partner proving so stupendous to him. Brain felt…loved. Very much loved. In ways he’d never dreamed of.

Pinky beamed. “I knew you’d just love it! I got all your favorite little morsels to munch on and I made it super comfortable for you so that you wouldn’t feel all squirmy and grumpy-growly.”

Brain walked over to the pillows, sitting down gingerly. He was surprised at how comfortable the setup was, sighing as he felt his body sink a little. “These pillows have excellent lower back support.” The shorter mouse allowed himself to relax. “Did you make them yourself?”

“Yes, I did!” Pinky gestured to himself, puffing out his chest in pride. “I spend all week making these! Zort! Ever since I found the movie, I want to watch tonight on the guide thingy, I kinda planned this whole thing out. Including making only the bestest blankets and pillows for my bestest friend and now boyfriend!”

Brain flushed at Pinky’s admittedly sweet gesture. Why was Pinky so kind, so generous with everything? What had he done to deserve all this?

Oh great, now he was becoming soft.

Wanting to shift from the emotionally vapid conversation, Brain moved focus away from Pinky’s pillows and placed it on what film they’d be watching. “So, my friend. What movie shall we be viewing, and will I need to go get some Aspirin to be able to withstand it?”

Pinky burst out laughing at Brain’s “joke”. “Aspirin! Poit! Genius, Brain!” He wiped tears from his eyes. “Oh, and we’ll be watching a Christmas movie! Doesn’t that sound just splendiferous?”

Great. A Christmas flick? The inanest drivel known to man and mouse kind? How wonderful.

“Which Christmas movie?” He prepared to hear an obvious answer, something like Rudolph or A Christmas Story or, God forbid that horrendous live-action Grinch movie with Jim Carrey. The mere thought of watching that movie again made Brain shudder.

Pinky pranced over to the remote, clicking the power button. “It’s a brand-new movie called Our First Christmas! Ooooo! Sounds romantic!” Pinky batted his eyes a little and did a twirl as he flipped through channels. “Doesn’t it sound romantic, Brainy?”

The pink-eyed mouse perked up a little at that notion. A romantic Christmas movie? That was even worse than those creepy Who’s that looked like they’d come straight from the uncanny valley. “Listen, I appreciate this admittedly benevolent deed you’ve done for me. But romantic movies aren’t really my forte…”

“Fiddley-posh!” Pinky loudly interrupted. “This movie is perfect, Brain! Besides, the title is so exciting, especially since it’s our first Christmas as a happy couple too!” His tail formed into the shape of a heart as he proclaimed this statement.

Brain felt his entire face turn a slight hint of pink; even the tips of his ears felt warm. “I guess that is true.” He tried to say something more, but he became tongue-tied. He couldn’t force the words out. He became a flustered mess as he kept pondering more and more. Pinky was the only thing to linger on his mind. The tints in his cheeks and ears deepened in color quickly.

He was only brought out of his flustered spiral when he heard frustrated grunts from his companion. “Where is it?” Pinky repeatedly complained as he jumped from channel to channel, growing increasingly more irritated. “Brain, darling! Which number is The Hallmark Channel again? The movie airs in two minutes! Troz!”

The megalomaniac froze. The Hallmark Channel? By far, the most preposterous, ludicrous, overly sappy, mind-numbingly saccharine, and repetitive thing on this planet? With the cheesiest romance Christmas movies of all time that no one talked about? This was going to be a painful evening.

“Never mind, I found it!” Pinky jumped up and down excitedly, selecting The Hallmark Channel which was currently running advertisements. He then danced over to where Brain was sitting, plopping down next to him with a louder-than-it-needed-to-be thud. “Are you ready for the movie, Brain?”

“Pinky, I really don’t think that this is a good idea.” Brain looked at his partner, trying his best to seem assertive. “The Hallmark Channel isn’t exactly known for creating the most complex content. It mostly consists of bland romantic comedies and the dumbest holiday trite that no one over the age of five would find interesting. Maybe I should just go back to…”

Brain was silenced when Pinky planted a small peck on his head, causing him to stop dead in his rant. He felt his mind cloud and a light blush to return to his face. “I know your big ol’ chubby head doesn’t usually like this stuff, but I thought watching a movie with you would be fun and endlightning” Pinky held Brain’s paw softly, using his other paw to trace around Brain’s knuckles. “Please, stay. I prepared all your favorite snacks.”

Brain felt his annoyance alleviate out, mostly because of Pinky touching his hand so lightly and that Brain had an idea that Pinky had kissed his head just to shut him up. He also briefly glanced at the snacks, taking extra time to observe the popcorn. It was extra salted, just how he liked it. And there were mini pretzels. Brain couldn’t help but be appreciative. Pinky had really taken everything into consideration.

“Fine, Pinky. I’ll stay for a little while. If only to get a slight kick out of viewing a mediocre film with you.” He saw Pinky’s face light up. Brain couldn’t help but allow a small smile to form on his lips. “And yes, I’ll enjoy your concessions as well.”

Pinky squealed in delight. “Hoorah! Egad, I’m sooooo excited I could just burst! Narf!” He pulled the shorter mouse closer and began nuzzling his nose again. “I knooow we’re going to have the bestest time!”

“I have an idea too.” Brain sarcastically remarked. But before he could say anything more, Pinky pulled away from him and pointed to the T.V.

“It’s starting, Brain!!”

He directed his attention to the screen in front of him, preparing himself for the numb experience that was going to unfold. Brain also grabbed the popcorn and placed it between himself and Pinky, slightly hoping that they would share (and accidently touch fingers). Pinky seemed to be preoccupied with chocolate covered raisins already; still Brain held onto his notion.

At first, things went exactly like Brain anticipated. A beautiful blonde-haired woman and her muscular new boyfriend were strolling down a snow-ridden sidewalk hand in hand. A typical opening scene for a romantic movie. Pinky seemed to be enjoying it though.

“Brain, doesn’t this remind you of when we held hands for the first time?”

The pink-eyed mouse snuck a quick look at his partner, his eyes and smile radiating seductiveness rather than playful intrigue. Brain bit his lip, trying not to start sputtering nonsense right then and there. “I suppose so, Pinky.” He quickly re-focused on the movie, his entire face turning pink.

The next few scenes were just as trope-y as it could get. The new couple talked about their shared interests, kissed a few times, and drama with the woman’s sister arriving at her front door arose. Brain chuckled quite a bit at the boyfriend’s hokey acting skills and when the sister started bawling, he couldn’t help but snicker a little at her horrific “crying.” Pinky, meanwhile, took everything seriously, commenting on every little drama that occurred. He even expressed his sadness at the sister’s predicament, getting slightly teary eyed. Brain groaned; it wasn’t that sad.

Occasionally, Brain would find himself reaching into the bowl for popcorn, only to be met with Pinky’s fingers. It seemed that every time he went for a snack, Pinky would already be there. He supposed it was just impeccable timing, but it soon grew clear to him that Pinky was intentionally sticking his hand into the bowl just to brush against Brain’s paw. They’d even held hands in the bowl for a good minute or two, until Brain took the now empty dish away to discourage any more intimacy. How could it have taken him so long to realize that Pinky was actively trying to push these tender moments into fruition?

Whenever a romantic scene occurred in the movie, Pinky got all giddy and he swooned a little, jumping and shaking about. He always made sure to mention about how the moment reminded him of Brain and their relationship. Brain couldn’t help but agree with his companion, as much as he didn’t want to.

An hour into the movie, while the couple were going through an extremely tedious dialogue scene on a park bench, Brain felt Pinky grab his handmade blanket and place it on both of them. He admitted that it was starting to get a little cold and that the blanket was extremely soft. Any trace of him being freezing was quickly extinguished, replaced with a calming heat. He allowed himself to sigh quietly, a sense of content washing over him. Things couldn’t get any better than this.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Pinky’s slender arms wrapped around Brain’s waist, the two now being even closer than before. Their hips were pressed together, their warmth now shared indefinitely. Brain felt his heart race and his thoughts grow foggy as his friend held him tightly. He even sensed that Pinky’s tail had wrapped around his, a common thing that he did while sleeping, and something Brain only picked up on after Pinky had apparently been doing this for years. Brain’s face went completely red from the proximity to his partner and his eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

He momentarily turned away from the film to glance upward at Pinky, paying special concentration to his features. His azure eyes, that gentle smile he never seemed to lose, the faint tint of pink on his cheeks. It was all so charming to Brain, so extraordinary. Even a little attractive in his perspective. Pinky was flawless to him. In every way, shape, and form.

Brain detected a lovestruck smile forming on his face, but for once, he didn’t pay any mind to it. All he could do at the moment was stare at the mouse he loved tolerated most, a fluttery sensation in his chest forming rapidly. He was only deterred from his gazing when Pinky looked straight at him, blue eyes meeting pink. Pinky smiled brightly. Brain felt exceptionally embarrassed for gaping so intently, his entire body heating up as he hastily turned away, hoping that nothing more would be said and that his face would change back to its normal color.

“Troz! Hehe, Brain. You don’t need to hide from me!” Pinky pulled Brain into a side hug, to which Brain didn’t even care that it was overwhelming. He was far too flustered.

“I don’t mind that you were staring at me. Really, I don’t! It’s so very sweet! Reminds me of when I used to do that to you all those years ago!” Pinky teasingly touched Brain’s nose, sighing once in nostalgic glee. “And may I just say, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, darling!”

“As do you, my friend.”

Their paws met. Brain’s mind was addled with flowery nonsense, his heart beating so loud that he was certain Pinky could hear it. He didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but as Pinky’s expression seemed to glow, he felt satisfied by just sitting in silence with his lover. After a while, Brain felt Pinky’s grasp on him tighten, as if he didn’t want to let him go.

“Brain.” Pinky spoke quietly, his voice in a near whisper.

“Yes, Pinky?” Brain held his breath.

“I love you. Narf!”

The world seemed to stand still. Even the sounds of the movie playing went silent, replacing by a ringing in his ears.

Brain wasn’t sure if he heard Pinky right. “Pardon?”

“I love you, Brain. I know we’ve only been a couple for not long, but I’ve wanted to say that for a long time.” Pinky’s face turned a deep shade of red, un-linking their paws as he waved his around frantically. “You don’t have to say it back, just wanted to let you know! We can go back to watching the silly-willy movie…”

Brain placed a paw over Pinky’s mouth, stopping him from speaking any more. His mind was racing, and he wasn’t sure if he was thinking straight, but he needed to say something.

“I do too.”

“Hmm. What was that?”

He felt humid. The words he wanted to say just would not form properly. “I…uh…I… mmh…I…lo-lo…”

“You love me? Really, Brain?”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He still couldn’t say those three little words himself, but at least he’d implied it. “Yes, dearest Pinky. What you said was accurate to my feelings for you. For the most part”

Pinky swooned, almost crushing Brain in an extremely tight cuddle. “Oh, this is the happiest of days! Zort! I could just scream! I won’t but I totally would!”

The megalomaniac pushed away from his partner, his emotions all askew and his excitement piqued. Surely his face could not get any redder. A sudden wave of joy rushed through him, penetrating his previously hardened mindset. He glanced at the T.V, the cheesy movie still playing despite him not paying much notice to it anymore. He saw the couple, still on that same park bench holding each other close, spouting the most contrived dialogue of all time.

“Harrison.”

“Yes, Cynthia?”

“You are the light in my life. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Of course, we’re together. That’s all that matters in the grand scheme of things.”

“I really mean it, babe. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

The lovers kissed passionately; while it wasn’t the first time they’d smooched in the film, this one was the only one that hit Brain differently. Perhaps it was the emotional conversation he’d just shared with Pinky, or his mind was mush now due to all the affection, but something about seeing the couple kiss made him want to do that.

With Pinky.

He turned away from the T.V, finding himself once again peering into his partner’s sky-blue gaze. Brain was nervous. More than he’d ever been before. He inhaled deeply before grasping Pinky’s cheeks, soaking up their warmth. “I apologize in advance for this, Pinky.”

The taller mouse looked confused. “For what?”

Brain pushed himself forward, pressing his lips against Pinky’s. He instantly felt his entire body go warm as he and Pinky were almost entirely together, their chests aligning perfectly. Brain felt Pinky’s paws on his back, holding him and rubbing his fur. Their lips moved in sync. He closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss.

Pinky gasped, the unusual brashness of Brain taking him by complete shock. His senses heightened as their kiss continued; it was even longer than their first! Brain was the best kisser ever! And his lips were so soft and cloud-like. Pinky moaned, holding Brain snugly.

The two parted for air, Brain a huffing mess and Pinky even more so. “Egaaaaaad!” Pinky sounded awestruck. “Wooooooooow, Brain! That was amazing! You’re amazing! Troz!”

Brain played with the fur on Pinky’s chest, his face tomato red. “I appreciate your sincere comments, dear. I’m not very confident in my…romance skills. And I’m still new to this whole…being non-platonic thing.” The rush was astounding. Brain immediately wanted more. “But…uh…would you want to…to…uhm….” He gestured to their lips.

“Kiss again?” Pinky blurted out. “You mean it?”

Brain nodded, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The lanky mouse giggled fervently. “You don’t have to ask, silly! Narf! We’re happier-than-happy boyfriends! You don’t ever have to ask!”

Brain was thankful that Pinky was so considerate of him. “You’re not messing with me, right? I’d hate to make you feel uncomfortable in this relationship.”

“Nope! I love kissing you, Brain! It makes me feel gooshy and tingly. Like I can do anything! I want to kiss you every minute of every day!”

He was going to explode. His ears pinned back as a starstruck buzz worked its way through him. Brain wanted to faint, sob, and scream all at the same time. “Pinky, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I would have to concur with your statement. Kissing you is…an otherworldly experience. And I wish to do it often as well.”

And with that sentiment, their lips met again. Pinky’s paws worked their way up to Brain’s cheeks, which lifted at the touch. Brain held Pinky stringently by the waist, pushing their bodies closer. Pinky hummed contently as Brain deepened the kiss, their lips pressing together more. Brain blushed exponentially at Pinky’s noises, his heart hammering against his chest quite audibly. It was utter bliss. He wanted to hold Pinky and never let go. He loved him. Way more than he could admit.

It was only when Brain pulled away that he realized how tired he was. All this kissing had really drained his energy. Sleep was lingering on his mind, though he wasn’t near the sponge bed.

Pinky was laughing profusely, his charming smile making Brain feel remarkably lucky that he was all his. The pink-eyed mouse sighed, choosing to rest his head on Pinky’s lap, snuggling into the blanket. He took a deep breath, inhaling Pinky’s scent; he smelled like vanilla. And warmth. He began stroking the fur on his partner’s leg as his eyelids grew heavy. He didn’t even worry that his actions might be perceived as odd.

Pinky’s breath hitched as he felt Brain’s gentle touch, a tingly sensation engulfing his body. He began petting Brain’s big chubby head; he was amazed at how fluffy it was.

“Pinky,” Brain sleepily droned, pressing a tender kiss to his companion’s thigh. “Promise me that you’ll stay with me until the end. I care about you more than you’ll ever realize.”

Pinky looked like he was on an adrenaline rush. “Oh, Brain! I love you too. I love you so much!”

The shorter mouse allowed himself to smile, closing his eyes as he felt completely surrounded by his lover. Perfect. His life was perfect. His partner boyfriend was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything else.

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Pinky was enamored. Completely and totally transfixed by the mouse he now called boyfriend. He was beautiful. His soft nose, blushy cheeks, and chubby head were so cute. His pink eyes that looked like the most colorful flowers, his crooked tail that was fun to touch. Brain filled his every waking thought with a magical love sensation that left him breathless. And as Brain was lying down in his lap, his tiny breaths ruffling the fur on his leg, Pinky couldn’t help but love him more.

But as much as he regretted looking away from his sweeter-than-sweet lover, Pinky wanted to finish watching the movie. He snuck in a quick loving glance at Brain’s precious scrunched up face, before diverting his gaze fully.

He directed his attention back to the T.V, the beautiful couple drawing him in with all their lovey-dovey goodness. They were holding hands now! And strolling with ice cream! In the cold! It was so romantic! He could basically imagine him and Brian doing that. Like a date! It would be so amazing!

“Brain, do you ever, maybe want to go to the park and get some ice cream? Poit! Just like in the movie! We can get your favorite flavors and stroll and kiss again under the trees and…”

He stopped in his tracks when he heard Brain’s quiet snoring, meaning he was sound asleep. He was making those funny whistling sounds through his nose, the ones Pinky absolutely adored. Brain was still even holding onto a little chunk of his fur, clinging to it like he couldn’t let go. Pinky happily smiled, his heart going all pittery-pattery.

“Sleep well, love,” Pinky whispered quietly to Brain, planting a tiny peck on his little nose. Brain grunted and shifted a little before he rested both his paws on Pinky again, causing the blue-eyed mouse to coo at Brain’s adorableness.

Pinky faced the T.V again; there was still a good 45 minutes left in the film! He was anticipating the rest of the movie, especially the drama and kissing! Before he could fully get invested though, he rested a hand on Brain’s head, petting it once more. Pinky saw Brain’s face soften out, a small smile present and a light pink dusting his cheeks. Pinky purred in glee. Brain was so cute when he was sleeping!

Sure, the movie was wonderful, but it was only half as wonderful as his Brain.

And that was something Pinky was certain of.

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #brinky #patb #sorry this took so long! I came up with a concept and it just escalated from there!#this is over 4000 words what have i done?#first time posting my writing in 6 months! yay!!#i hope that this is good enough! im really proud of this #fic request #fanfiction #animaniacs fanfiction

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hersweetrevenge · 2 months

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Hi there! <3 I re-watched Halloween Ends yesterday because I was upset and I needed Corey to save me, lmfao, and I wanted to ask you something that I've been wondering about. So, I have no way of getting the novelisation of the movie anytime soon, and you're kinda my only frame of reference for it; so I hope you don't mind me asking you this. When Corey is on his revenge killing spree, he kills those bullies at the mechanic shop. And Ronald is there. And then Ronald comes out to help the kids because of Terry. And only because of that. So, that makes me wonder... Did Corey plan on killing Ronald after he was done with the kids? Is that something that was elaborated on in the novel? Because I keep wondering about that, since Corey pretty much killed everyone that ever wronged him during that night, and Ronald was right there; but Corey didn't kill him (or didn't get the chance to, at least). Terry shot him by accident. But Corey killed his mom, of course. So, it'd make sense if he had at least planned on going after Ronald as well; even though he never actively wronged Corey (only passively, if we look at the way he just sat and watched while Joan abused Corey right in front of him, for example). But more so for completion's sake, y'know? They were on generally good terms, after all. I mean, in your latest post about the novel, you quoted that Ronald is "the loveliest thing" in Corey's life, according to Rohan. So, that makes me wonder all the more. OH, and... I fought with myself to include this point, but anyway- Corey takes the mask off when Ronald comes to help the kids, so that Ronald can see his face and know it's him. And it clearly disarms Ronald immediately and is the reason why Terry accidentally shot him instead of Corey, because he shielded him instinctively. Thus, I keep wondering if Corey meant for that to happen or if he took the mask off in order to assure Ronald that he wasn't actually in danger... It's such a seemingly insignificant thing that I'm thinking about far too much, but it's been bothering me that I don't know, and I was curious if the novel said anything about that at all, or if they just brushed over it there, as well. If they did, I'll just make up my own mind, of course, hdsfdjkfsk Anyway, I'm very sorry for rambling on about this, gosh! I love your blog(s) and everything you have to say about Corey and Rohan, you're awesome!!! Thank you for your detailed posts all the time, they keep me going! Take care! <3

ahhh hi !! thank you so much for sending this ask !! i love talking about this sort of thing more than anything lol and i’m sorry this took a little longer than i expected to reply, i was double checking like every ronald scene in the novel and cross-referencing that with behind-the-scenes details from making of, and re-watching the movie (i didn’t have to do that last one but like you, i needed emotional support from corey too 💗)

WARNING for discussions about (canon-typical) violence, murder, child abuse, abusive households, mentions of suicide and self-harm, and spoilers for the novelisation.

TL;DR – the novelisation does not elaborate on corey's intentions in any huge amount of detail, but it does provide some insight into a few different possibilities for ronald and corey’s relationship and what that would mean for corey's intentions.

general relationship

the novelisation actually gives some really specific details about the cunningham-prevo backstory, but also leaves a lot of aspects vague too.

joan married ronald when corey was 15, and she made it clear to ronald that he would "remain firmly on the sidelines when it came to corey's upbringing" which ronald "gladly" agreed to. so from the very beginning, ronald accepts he isn't going to be an active parent to corey, which maybe means he didn't believe he would do a good job anyway, or maybe he agreed it wasn't his place to parent corey in the same way joan does.

also, corey was already a teenager, he didn't need parenting in the same way a younger child would, which is partly why i think joan waited until corey was older to get remarried, because although being a single parent is difficult, she wouldn't want someone else in the picture as a father-figure for corey.

i don't personally see corey and ronald having a super close relationship, but there are multiple instances that show they are at least comfortable and familiar with each other (in line with what rohan said).

corey had a job before working for ronald, so we know ronald didn't have to give him a job. i hc that corey really wanted to do something stimulating instead of call centre work, and ronald agreed despite joan's grievances over it.

ronald doesn't seem too angry at him for being late, even though it is a regular occurrence (third time in a month).would he be so lenient on anyone who wasn't his stepson?

the gifting of the motorbike is a huge moment of course. that's a big gesture which, in the novelisation, also comes with some stilted bonding when ronald reminiscences that he used to "get laid [...], if you can believe it".

they have their united front moment over dinner when joan is trying to work a reaction out of them and neither gives her what she wants.

a smaller but still significant gesture is that corey uses dumbbells and a pull-up bar in his room to workout, which ronald bought him for christmas. very much feels like an attempt to help corey rebuild his self-confidence.

honestly though, rohan's comment about ronald being the "loveliest" thing in corey's life is probably right, especially as corey's life has been incredibly insular. as the town pariah with an abusive mom, his stepdad being cool about him being late for work is probably one of the best parts of his day.

but then on the other hand, there are moments which do not characterise their relationship very well, including multiple instances of ronald "ignoring" joan's abusive behaviour and not intervening.

to reiterate a previous point: ronald very willingly obliges joan's wishes of not "interfering" with corey's upbringing. her unfounded criticism and distrust of doctors, the school system and anyone other than her taking care of corey should have been a huge red flag (if, of course, any of that behaviour could have been inferred prior to their marriage).

ronald's passivity at being side-lined by his wife, allowing her to continue an unhealthy and unbounded relationship with corey.

when joan is berating corey for "sneaking around" and seeing allyson (the slap/kiss scene), she questions ronald as to whether he knew about the motorcycle, to which ronald stays completely out of it and doesn't answer her, despite her being furious with corey.

however it is a really difficult family dynamic to navigate, with so much nuance. i'm reluctant to say if ronald is a "good" or "bad" stepdad, or whether their father-son relationship is "good" or "bad", simply because their circumstances are so trying and complex. yes, joan has abused corey for a long time, but that abuse also extends to ronald in many ways too, resulting in him allowing (or enabling) joan's abusive behaviour in a flawed attempt to maintain the (toxic) status quo of the household.

did corey intend to kill ronald?

like i mentioned, there isn't any elaboration about corey's intentions in the novel, either through narration or extra dialogue. the scene happens almost exactly as it does in the film, with a few alterations and added background details. it's the surrounding details and plot differences that change my opinion.

i think movie!corey would have killed ronald if he had to. he knew ronald would be at home or at the yard, both of which were places he intended to go (to kill momma and the bullies). i'm not sure he had the same desire to kill ronald as he does the others, especially if he sees ronald in a good light, but to tie up loose ends he might do what is "necessary". i do find it very interesting that he lets ronald see his face though, and i can't decide if that is as a reassurance (he wouldn't kill ronald and ronald should know that) or because it just didn't matter (he's going to kill ronald so even if he sees corey's face, he won't be a liability to worry about).

however, i don't think novel!corey intended to kill ronald. in the novel, despite all of the extensive set-up of joan being abusive and corey's repressed desires to hurt her (and arguably ronald), there's no suggestion that corey planned to go back home as part of his spree and kill joan. if he wasn't going to kill joan after everything she did, i really don't think he'd have plans to kill ronald.

that's not to say there aren't implication in the novel that corey would hurt ronald too. there's a scene after the slap/kiss where corey can hear joan and ronald arguing about him, and once they've gone to bed corey gets a knife and stands outside their room, but ultimately doesn't go in. it isn't specified whether he wants to hurts just joan, or ronald as well.

michael's mask

ahh so when i was re-reading the scrapyard massacre in the novel to try and answer whether corey letting ronald see that it is him was a way of corey saying "you don't have to be scared of me" or even "you should be scared of me", i've come to a different conclusion about the mask.

“Who did this to you?” [Ronald] asked. “Him,” Margo said, pointing across the street. Ronald turned to find Corey twenty feet away on the other side of the fence, pulling Michael’s mask over his head. "Corey?" he muttered in disbelief.

the way the novel reads, i think that when corey puts the mask on in front of ronald, it's the first time he puts the mask on at all. if that is the case, it adds a whole other level to the transition between corey's kills as himself (or as the scarecrow) and his kills "as michael".

earlier, billy's sees "corey's shape wearing his prevo jumpsuit". it's fair enough that billy would assume it's corey without seeing his face, because they know that corey is there, but there's no mention of the mask either.

then, the way it describes ronald seeing corey put on the mask doesn't really indicate that corey was making sure ronald saw it was him. he's already "pulling on the mask" by the time ronald looks over at him; he wasn't waiting for ronald to look he was already doing it.

alternatively, the movie shows corey very deliberately stood there, waiting for ronald to see him and recognise him before he puts the mask on. i'm leaning towards it not being a gesture of reassurance but more of a last show of humanity to someone corey cares about -- "it's me, and i appreciate that you always treated me well, but this is the monster they've made me into".

in both versions, ronald jumps up to stop terry shooting corey. whether he was intending to shield corey or was just getting up to try and talk terry down, i think it says a lot about ronald as a character. he has been very passive this whole time, especially in scenes that take place at home, but in this moment he takes an authorative position to try and diffuse the situation. there's a scared kid with a gun, and his own stepson who he's starting to think might have done something awful, but this doesn't have to continue -- they can talk about it and calm down and whatever it is that has happened can be worked out.

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #ahhh thank you so much for this ask !! 🥰🥰 i've been turning it over and over in my brain for a few weeks now 😈😈#i'll take any excuse to go over the details again and connect established things in new ways #and thank you for including your point about the mask !!#the dilemma about whether he took the mask off and put it back on has not left my brain since i re-read the novel #which is really exciting because i didnt think i'd get anything knew to chew on this late in the game #i also noticed another pattern which didn't fit here but i wanna post about soon #i hope i covered everything you were curious about. my replies get so rambling --#-- i just throw in section headers to make it seem like i know what i'm talking about lolol #(and also thank you so much for being so lovely !! i love talking about corey and as always this is just my interpretation --#-- i'd love to hear your thoughts and honestly community discussion is what fuels so much of my posting because like this is our thing !! )

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