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He did his best to keep Pinky close, but his husband was nuzzling and kissing his head and it tickled just a little. While he tried at first to tell Pinky to stop, Brain suddenly froze when he sensed an unusual, yet loving feeling began seeping into his mind.

That’s when he noticed it.

The noise that he’d grown quite accustomed to over the past few years. This time, though when he heard it, something was different. His reaction was different.

Pinky’s heartbeat.

Even tho the picture is kinda dark I hope you like it! The text above is where the picture is centered around. I also kinda added Pinky stroking Brain’s ear because why not lol

Heartbeats (PaTB Valentine's Day Fic 2024)

Hi guys!! Happy Valentine's Day!!! This is the fic I made for my incredible friend @therealhayyhay as a little present. I'm so glad that we found each other! I'm gonna try and keep this short but I really put my heart and soul into this and I'm hoping you guys like it!!

Another botched plan, another night spent wasting away in failure. Even though world domination had been put aside for his marriage to the love of his life, he still felt that lingering guilt of a futile attempt. Why he kept pondering these negative ideals, he had no clue. But The Brain could only wish that he would pay attention to things that truly mattered.

Mainly his lovable Pinky.

He kept his head down as Pinky literally carried him back into the cage, his arm bandaged from an incredibly painful fall after an explosion. It stung mildly but he was certain it would be healed by tomorrow. Brain could only think about how fortunate it was that his husband hadn’t been harmed by the blast. He almost forgot that he’d been hurt himself.

“I’m sorry that the plan failed Brain. Narf! I’m sure you’ll get it tomorrow! I know it!” Pinky smiled, holding Brain gingerly as he slowly walked.

Brain winced a little at the slight pain the Pinky accidently inflicted on his arm with his movements, but he sighed afterward as he glanced upon Pinky’s calm expression. He found relief in the way his precious face was all scrunched up and cheery looking. “You have nothing to apologize for, my dear. Tonight’s failure was entirely because of my own volition. I…should have paid more attention to the fine mechanics in all honesty.”

“Aww!” Pinky purred, nuzzling Brain’s nose, touching it softly which caused Brain to let out a light squeak. “Don’t be so hard on yourself! I believe that you can do this! Or at least you won’t cause an explosion next time!”

“Thank you, Pinky.” Brain nuzzled back, pushing them as close as they could go in their current circumstance. “I welcome your support and confidence in me. And I couldn’t be happier with your loyalty…”

He stopped in his tracks when he got a good view at his husband’s reaction to his returning affection. His eyes lit up and his tiny smile grew wider. He could even notice a light pink dusting his face. Brain could feel a deep blush creeping up; suddenly his want for Pinky took over a desire for everything else. Even those nagging thoughts that were previously present faded away.

“Uhm…it appears that my previous temperament has left me. I seem to have become entranced by your loving stare, Pinky. I cannot finish my previous sentence, at least with the same level of slight irritation as I once had.” He tried keeping a straight face, but his emotions were starting to affect his entire body. Brain felt himself heat up more when Pinky responded with a flirty smirk

“Oh, Brain! Poit! Stop it! You’re making me feel all fluttery and gooooshy! I could so kiss you right now!” Pinky quickly batted his paw up and down, as his blush became even more obvious.

Brain lifted his non-injured arm to place his paw on Pinky’s cheek, causing him to look directly at Brain. “We are spouses, Pinky. We’ve been married for a year. You know you don’t have to say that anymore. I usually oblige to kissing in most situations.” He stopped briefly to pull Pinky closer, their foreheads touching. “And you are far too beautiful right now for me to resist.”

Pinky was about to respond, but Brain didn’t let him, their lips meeting before he even had the chance to speak. Pinky made a moan of surprise when Brain made his move, but he soon began humming contently as the kiss continued, his tail happily swishing. Brain felt himself swoon a little at Pinky’s quiet sounds, one of his favorite parts of kissing by far. He savored the moment, deepening the kiss at a speedy pace.

When Pinky parted for air, Brain didn’t waste any time and locked their mouths together once more. He loved kissing his husband. It always made him feel better about himself and about his difficulties. Pinky was so placid and caring with him, it was almost unreal how this mouse had become all his. But just as their kiss was about to take a more intimate turn, Pinky’s legs gave out as he tripped on the entrance to their cage, causing Brain to tumble to the floor with an obnoxious thud.

Brain yelped; the fall had caused a searing pain to return to his injured arm. He hissed, biting back embarrassment that the kiss had distracted Pinky from seeing where he was going, but also fighting back tears that began to prick his eyes. Brain knew it had been an accident. Yet somehow, this little slip caused all the built-up emotions from before to come crashing back, even more spiteful, and harsh than before.

Before he could fully lose himself in his agony, he felt himself be held tightly. Brain eased a little when he saw his husband’s worried face in front of him, his apologetic appearance radiating immense trepidation.

“Brain, are you alright? Zort! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drop you. I always forget about that nasty-wasty step. I’m such a dunce. How’s your arm?” Pinky spoke chaotically and quick, inspecting Brain’s arm gingerly. He seemed to grow more troubled when he noticed the slight swelling, his distress growing. “Oh no! It’s even worse! Your arm’s all swelled and angry! I’m sorry, Brain! I’m a bad husband!”

The megalomaniac felt his stomach churn a little at Pinky’s sudden outburst. It was not his husband’s fault that he was injured, it had just been a matter of occurrence. “No, Pinky. You are certainly not a bad husband. You just happened to not pay attention to your surroundings, which is inane. But you are mostly not to blame. Even if the pain is immense” Brain snuggled closer to Pinky, doing his best to soothe his spouse’s woes. “You are a remarkable partner, dearest. Don’t ever doubt that or I shall have to kiss you.”

Pinky placed a paw on Brain’s cheek, rubbing it tenderly. He giggled, carefully setting Brain’s arm down before dragging him closer. “I love you so much, darling. I want you to know that every day! But can I kiss and hug away your boo-boos so that you feel all happy and good again? Pretty please?”

Brain was hesitant at first, mostly because he knew that kisses didn’t provide any real healing and that his arm was still hurting quite a bit. But the prospect of more kissing from his lover was so tempting, he couldn’t pass on this opportunity. “Alright, Pinky. You may proceed with your attempt at comforting me. Be careful though.”

“Yay!” Pinky cheered, slightly shaking Brain in his excitement. “I promise this’ll make you feel all better! Troz!”

Wasting no time, Pinky immediately lowered his head and began peppering kisses along Brain’s arm, making sure not to miss a single spot. It was a little crude, but Brain was not paying any attention to the more awkward factors in the matter. He was far too lost in the pleasant sensations invading his body. “P-Pinky. It-it’s perfect.” He struggled saying anything coherent. Pinky’s kisses proved to incapacitate him in every single feasible way.

Pinky briefly looked at Brain, adoration shining in his eyes. “I knew you’d love-love-love it! And I’m not done!”

After a little while of Pinky simply kissing Brain’s arm, he sneakily worked his way up to Brain’s neck and chest, leaving a couple smooches there. Brain held in a reaction as best he could, though he failed to suppress light chuckles. His husband noticed this, kissing him even faster and deeper than before. Brain had a feeling that Pinky didn’t exactly want to relieve his injuries anymore. Not that he cared, Pinky kissing him was a benefit no matter what. But he could clearly tell that things were shifting.

Brain let out a slight whine when Pinky left him, though the two remained close. He felt his spouse’s arms wrap around his waist, as he began being pulled into an embrace. He was about to protest the crushing contact, feeling like the kisses were enough. Just as quickly, however, that initial unease was completely replaced when the side of his face was gently settled on Pinky’s soft chest.

He could hear the soft sighs and hums elicited by Pinky, which he found quite adorable. Brain tried his best to situate himself to where he could be in a better position so he could hold Pinky as well. Obviously, he couldn’t raise his bandaged arm, but he supposed that one would suffice enough. He did his best to keep Pinky close, but his husband was nuzzling and kissing his head and it tickled just a little. While he tried at first to tell Pinky to stop, Brain suddenly froze when he sensed an unusual, yet loving feeling began seeping into his mind.

That’s when he noticed it.

The noise that he’d grown quite accustomed to over the past few years. This time, though when he heard it, something was different. His reaction was different.

Pinky’s heartbeat.

It was like he was hearing the gentle thrum for the first time. Which was simply not true. It had been so many years since Brain first rested against Pinky’s chest. The first time, he’d been shocked and even a little confused. He knew Pinky had a heart. Every living being did. But he still hadn’t heard one beating so close. Brain was even a little fearful about it at first. Pinky had been so comforting though, helping him feel more secure in their newfound relationship. It was one of the best days of his life.

Following that, whenever they would get close or fall asleep within their shared sponge bed, Brain would always listen for Pinky’s heartbeat. He felt like it was a sign of their love for each other, their connection. Without it, Brain felt insecure and trepidatious. Almost scared, though he wouldn’t admit that. When they’d been married, Brain sought it even more. He hoped that for as long as he could hear Pinky’s steady heart, they’d be together.

And yet, currently, he was feeling strange. Something wasn’t adding up to him.

Brain stayed as quiet as possible, trying to absorb the sound into his mental capacity as a dark blush appeared on his cheeks. It was a steady rhythm, quick and yet soft. Noisy but peaceful. Energetic and a little erratic. Just like the mouse that it resided within. How a heart could match someone so perfectly Brain did not know. Still, his usual calmness during these kinds of moments was nonexistent currently; he was thinking about a lot. But he had not a clue as to why.

Was it because of the failure? Was he questioning his relationship with Pinky? What was happening to his emotions?

A sudden rush of anxiety crept over Brain, hitting him like a rock. He hastily pulled away from his husband, backing away slowly as his breathing increased in vigor. Pinky’s calm face sank into one of confusion, cocking his head to the side at Brain’s peculiar reaction.

“Brain, is something wrong? I didn’t hurt you again, did I?” Pinky murmured with a little hesitation.

Brain mustered up his confidence, trying to respond to Pinky’s questions with an excuse. “Yes, I’m fine, dear. I…uh…I just remembered that we haven’t had dinner yet.” He looked off to the side, hoping that Pinky wouldn’t make assumptions. Brain wasn’t even hungry.

“Egad! You’re right! Narf! I knew I forgot something! Silly me!” Pinky got up from the ground and immediately dashed for the cage door, a slight skip in his step. “Would you like me to use the three-in-one oil again for your food pellets? I know how much you like that.”

Brain nodded, hoping that he’d be gone for a while so he could process what was occurring in his thoughts. “I would like that very much. Feel free to take all the time you need. I’ll be here waiting for your return.”

Pinky squealed, waving flirtatiously and winking as he walked away. “Don’t go anywhere, love! Or do. I’m not stopping you!”

Brain did his best to smile, but when Pinky turned around, his face fell.

Now he needed time to ponder for sure.

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It had only been five minutes, and yet Brain had already found himself in an intense emotional spiral, his mind whirling and scattered thoughts giving him a mild migraine. He was sitting on the edge of his sponge bed, staring out into the empty space beyond the cage bars. He hadn’t heard Pinky in a while so something told him that he was very busy making the food pellets just the way he liked. But that pleasing notion was doing nothing to stop his uncertainty and worry.

He didn’t understand why he’d reacted like that. Why he’d panicked upon hearing Pinky’s heartbeat. That had been happening for years. Why now suddenly was he nervous? Why now had he felt odd?

Somewhat bewildered.

Frightened even.

It had been three years since he and Pinky had become a thing. Romantically speaking that was; they’d been friends for decades. He’d first heard Pinky’s heart only a few days before the big confession. That had been the triggering point for him. What pushed Brain to confess his affections to his partner. Their first kiss was breathtaking. The snuggles that followed over the next few days were glorious. Things only grew from there. Days in a relationship turned to weeks, which turned into months, which eventually led to their marriage. Brain’s love for Pinky knew no restraints. He loved Pinky. He loved Pinky so much.

Yet, he questioned why Pinky would stay with him. How had the most incredible being to ever exist ended up with him? He was a simple laboratory mouse who constantly failed at taking over the world. And still he got a loving husband? Why him? He was a failure. And his abrasive behavior towards Pinky occasionally could be seen by others as abusive.

Through all the plights, Pinky cared about him. Loved him unconditionally. Showered him with warmth, late-night cuddles, and tender kisses that made him feel rather invincible. Through all the peril and despair Brain encountered, Pinky was always there to offer him support. He hated to acknowledge it but without Pinky, Brain wasn’t so sure he’d still be alive.

He could feel the tears pouring from his eyes, could sense his labored breaths. Brain didn’t understand why he was so afraid of confronting his love for Pinky or what exactly made him question it. Pinky was his world. They were married and had been together for what felt like a lifetime. While it had been so long since they reached non-platonic levels, Brain still questioned if and why he even earned his husband. He questioned if Pinky would truly stay with him forever. Or would he leave him at the first signs of trouble. Right now, those thoughts were prevalent more than ever.

All this started because of a stupid heartbeat. What a preposterous reason to be upset.

He held in a sob, closing his pink eyes to resist the sudden urge to start crying and never cease. All these questions were killing his emotions, making him feel unworthy. Brain hated weakness. He tried to never show it. Though now, it seemed like all he could do was be vulnerable and get lost in his own beliefs.

“Brain! I’m done with the food pellets! Poit! We ran out of the three-in-one oil, so I had to use that stuff in the cupboard that tastes like soap. I hope that’s okay with you!”

Brain didn’t even look up when he heard Pinky calling out to him. He couldn’t glimpse at him directly with all the emotions that were building. He tried to ignore Pinky, but as always, his spouse knew something was wrong instantaneously.

Pinky approached slowly, a clear apprehension prevalent in his expression. “Honey, is something wrong? You look like you’ve been crying.”

Brain lifted his head so he could finally glance at Pinky, not trying to hide his tear-stained face anymore. Pinky seemed to notice Brain’s upset state, rushing over to him, and sitting on the edge of the bed. He immediately pulled him into a small hug, using his paws to hold Brain’s face.

“No, no. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It will be okay, I promise. What’s wrong?” Pinky gently wiped tears from Brain’s cheeks, kissing his nose softly. Brain tried to hold it in but to no avail.

“I’m sorry Pinky. About everything,” he quietly sobbed. “I’ve been having these ridiculous doubts lately about us. About why you stay with me. Why you chose me to be your husband out of everyone else. It’s inane, yet I still have these questions.”

Pinky gasped faintly, tilting Brain’s head so that they could stare at each other face to face. “We’ve talked about this so many times, Brain. I chose you because I love you. I’ve always loved you since I first met you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not.” Pinky’s tone changed from sympathetic to stern in a matter of seconds. His usually soft blue eyes were now filled with some hints of irritation. “I would never not be honest Brain. I’m not a good liar. Zort! Why are you feeling like this? Did I do something wrong?”

Brain snapped. His emotional barrier came toppling down much quicker than usual as he moved from his husband, eyes flaring. “That’s the problem! You’ve done nothing wrong. You act so kind and considerate of me, Pinky, and I’m afraid that I don’t deserve you at all! That you’d leave me someday because I hurt you! I can’t risk that.” He tried to keep from making a scene, but not much could quell his vicious and sudden sobbing.

Surprisingly, Pinky didn’t overreact. He barely whimpered. He wiped a few small tears from his face before holding onto Brain’s shoulders, making sure not to cause pain to his injury. “You do deserve me, sweetheart. We’re a happier-than-happy couple and we’re in love! I couldn’t think of anyone else to be all mine. You’re amazing! What made you think about all these spooky scary thoughts?”

“Surprisingly, Pinky, it was that.” He pointed to Pinky’s chest, a little hesitation present at revealing his reasoning for his brief emotional crisis.

“My chest? How does my chest make you nervous?”

Brain sighed, rubbing his temple a few times in annoyance. “No Pinky, your chest is…nice. It’s…uh well…it’s your heartbeat.”

Pinky’s confused face shifted to one of slight alarm as he examined his chest. “My heart, Brain? Is something wrong with it? I try to tell it to not be so chatty, but it just can’t help itself. Poit! It loves making those funny noises.”

The megalomaniac couldn’t help but blush and smile a little at Pinky’s naïve nature and trivial comments. “It’s just…set some feelings in me that weren’t there before a few moments ago. That’s really it.”

“Oh! Like the day we became a couple! That was so fun! And so sweet of you! I remember that all the time!” Pinky nuzzled Brain after saying that.

“I appreciate your comments and your unbridled affection for me.” Brain nuzzled Pinky back and pulled him nearer. “But would you ever leave me for someone else? I’d hate to make you feel like I don’t love you when I do…”

“Pish-posh!” Pinky interrupted, happily chuckling afterward. “I love you no matter what happens! Narf! And I’d never leave you! I married you because I knew I’d never hate you! I don’t know how many times I need to say it, but I love you! I love you so much!”

Brain felt more tears coming, but they were far from unhappy ones. He gave his husband a soft kiss on the lips, before settling their noses together. “I love you too Pinky. And I don’t suppose I could…uh…m-maybe do that thing again?”

“Do what?”

With a slight eyeroll, Brain changed his position, so he was sitting perfectly in Pinky’s lap, wrapping an arm around his spouse’s waist. “W-what I meant was that I would…like it very much if we shared an embrace again, like before.” He held his breath for what Pinky would say.

“Of course, darling! I always love hugging you! Even if you grab me by the nose afterward because I almost killed you! Zort! C’mere!”

Without saying another word, Pinky pulled Brain to his chest, settling his head on Brain’s. It wasn’t long before the room grew quiet enough to where Brain could hear Pinky’s heart. However, instead of feeling bizarre, Brain felt a pleasant warmth conquer his senses, leaving his face in a deep red and his eyes widened. The sound was just loud enough to be audible but so soft that he could have easily drifted to sleep. It was the same thing as before, yet all the sweeter. Brain could sense his own heartrate increasing. How was it possible for him to fall more in love with his husband?

When Brain finally lifted his head, he was met with the warmest look he’d ever seen Pinky give him. He couldn’t help but softly smile. They just stared at each other for what felt like hours until Pinky finally spoke up.

“C-can I try it too?” Pinky asked with so much hope.

Brain was very puzzled. “Try what Pinky?”

“Can I listen to your heartbeat thingy? I wanna hear it too. Troz!”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. It had been so long since Pinky had made any remarks on his own heartbeat; ever since they’d gotten married, he remembered. But Brain wasn’t going to tell him no. He wanted Pinky to feel the same way that he’d just felt. But he was still a little apprehensive about how Pinky would react.

“Yes, Pinky. You may. As long as you don’t suck all the oxygen out of me. And please remember my injury, okay?”

Pinky cheered, instantly settling his head beneath Brain’s, and laying his ear against his chest. Brain let out a slight gasp at how quickly his partner had hugged him, but he didn’t want to complain as he planted light, tender kisses on Pinky’s head so that Pinky could feel his love. He already knew his heartbeat was fast, so he hoped Pinky wouldn’t mind.

He was surprised when Pinky pulled away so quickly. Brain was worried he’d done something wrong, although by the way Pinky was staring at him, he could tell Pinky was more amazed than anything.

“Brain! Your heart is sooooo cute! It’s making me swooooon! Poit! It sounds so soft and sweet. Kinda like you!” Pinky purred, his eyes fluttering.

Brain was flattered by Pinky’s charming words. Though he still thought that their embrace was far from over. “Pinky, dearest, if you’re still up for more… I guess you could continue listening if you so desire.”

The taller mouse perked up, clear excitement showing. “Really? You mean it?”

“Certainly, Pinky. I’d be keen on it if you kept going.” Brain could feel the blush returning to his face.

“Well then I better not waste any more time!”

Pinky was true to his word, grabbing Brain and resting his head on his chest, humming softly as their embrace continued. When Pinky had made the sound, Brain shuddered a bit, his entire body heating up. His husband was very adorable when he was like this, so loving and cuddly.

After a few moments of silence, Pinky finally said something again. “Y-know, Brain. I could stay like this forever and ever. I love your heartbeat. And I love you! I wanna stay with you beyond forever! Narf!”

For once, Brain agreed with his lover, and though it was only one paw, he tried to hold Pinky as tightly as he could. Before he could finally silence himself and just sink into the moment, he responded with words he felt like he’d needed to say all night.

“I love you too, Pinky. And I agree with your statement. I want to remain with you forever too.”

“You mean it, love?”

Brain smiled brightly and kissed Pinky’s head. “Yes. Always yes.”

#pinky and the brain #patb #brinky #valentines day #gift #patb pinky #patb brain

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therealhayyhay · 2 months

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Comfort

Just a lil ficlet centered around Pinky’s fear of the dark

ao3

“Pinky, come out from under there this instant!”

The lankier of the two, was tucked under their sponge bed, hiding from the everlasting darkness that surrounded the cage. The power had gone out and it was already dark, therefore the lab was completely coated in blackness. They had decided to take a break from their daily world domination schemes in favor of a rest, though Brain was quite reluctant to agree. The mice were in a middle of a board game Pinky had begged Brain to join him in, when the lights flickered slightly before completely losing energy. Both froze at the sudden occurrence before Pinky grabbed on tightly to Brain. He dashed under the closest thing near him when the other mouse had pushed him away. It had been 5 minutes since then, and Brain was beginning to lose the little patience he had for Pinky.

“No! Narf! The scary monsters might get me!”

Brain fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was getting increasingly annoyed with Pinky’s recent fears of the dark, “Pinky, it is only you and I here. There are no monsters of any kind.”

“There are!” He wailed. “You just can’t see them cus they’re hiding!”

Great, tears. He hated when Pinky cried. It always filled himself with a strange sad-like feeling that he could not bear. If only he knew how to make them cease. “Even if they are here, you have nothing to fret over. They won’t hurt you.” And if they do, I will hurt them.

Faint teary blue eyes were seen peaking out from under the porous swab, “Poit! Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Now, come on out.”

Pinky peered his entire head away from the sponge and looked around, clearly still hesitant. Brain knew if he wanted this to end, he’d have to branch elsewhere from his reserved nature. Knowing he might regret this decision, he held his paw out to Pinky. Once he saw it, he instantly jumped into his arms, burying his face in Brain’s chest with a whimper. There was that sad-like feeling resurfacing inside Brain again, the feeling that made him instantly want to comfort his friend during times of suffering. He rubbed Pinky’s back gingerly, hoping to stir the terrors to the side.

They ended up staying in that position for a lot longer than he thought.

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #ficlet #fanfic

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therealhayyhay · 3 months

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It honestly is so sad that war is a thing and this has to happen to innocent people.

If you want to help diabetics in Gaza, please donate or boost

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therealhayyhay · 3 months

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it broke my heart to read this post is by journalist yousef (ph_youseeff). he’s a cancer patient and he has been trying to evacuate for a very long time now to continue his treatment. his health condition has been deteriorating in light of the lack of hospitals health care.

PLEASE DONATE TO HIS FUNDRAISER IF YOU CAN

and please share this around. he’s 60% through his goal. help him reach it.

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therealhayyhay · 3 months

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😝 you know you’re something else

Just One Kiss (PaTB/Brinky Fic)

Hello everyone!! It's kinda been a little while since you've heard from me but I'm back here with a little warmup I did so I could get myself ready to work on other things!! I honestly wasn't feeling too good about this one but I still wanna post it for all of you!! Thanks to @therealhayyhay for the confidence boost and the prompt this fic was based on! I hope you enjoy!!

Plot: All Pinky wants is kiss from Brain. Just one before they execute the plan. But Brain is focused on his work and doesn’t want to be disturbed. So, Pinky will have to get a kiss the hard way.

Pinky paced rapidly around the cage, the boredom and anticipation starting to affect his usually cheery mood. While instances like this weren’t unusual, for some reason, this time, he could barely sit still for a single second. All he could think about was the fun couple-y things he could be doing right now with his bestest and sweetest boyfriend in the world. Oh, how he wanted to kiss him and hold him tight, never letting go. The thought alone made him feel dizzy.

But Brain had been working on this plan for surely many hours! And he still wasn’t finished!

He was beginning to believe Brain would never complete his blueprint, especially since he hadn’t moved his oversized pencil in a few minutes. All he was doing was staring at the paper, eyes scanning the writing on it repeatedly. The only other motions from his face were the slight turning of his head from side to side and the occasional way his lips upturned into a slight scowl. He looked so focused.

And it was driving Pinky crazy.

The small shifts of his body made the lanky mouse antsy; he tried standing still to watch but he fidgeted in his spot instead. Every time Pinky noticed Brain’s mouth lift, he felt a sensational feeling in his stomach very much akin to butterflies. He bit his lower lip in an attempt to prevent his romantic thoughts from spilling out. That bite forced him to let out a light squeak, barely silencing him.

He really wanted a kiss from Brain. Right now. It only had to be one! He’d do anything to satisfy the ticklies in his tummy!

Taking in a deep breath, Pinky strolled a little bit closer to where Brain was seated, being able to make out the sketches on the paper. He hovered over his partner with slight curiosity and eagerness, hoping with all his heart that he’d agree to just one little smooch. He placed his paws on Brain’s shoulders, taking note of how his boyfriend stopped moving and how he seemed to relax. “Narf! Oh Brain! Are you almost done with your plan-thingy? It’s been hours and hours! I’m getting tired and you’re not doing anything!”

Brain took his eyes off his blueprints and glanced and Pinky, slightly groaning. He placed the oversized pencil on the ground before responding. “Pinky, it’s only been twenty minutes since I began. If you’re so bored, then you can go read a magazine or watch T.V. But I’m working on tonight’s plan, and I don’t want to be disturbed by your inane comments or temper tantrums.” He returned his focus to the paper in front of him without saying anything else.

It had only been twenty minutes? Egad, it felt like a million-billion hours!

Pinky was slightly relieved that it hadn’t been too long, but he still felt those lovey-dovey-magical-fluttery feelings swirling inside. He needed a kiss, so he could respect Brain’s wishes and not bother him for much longer. Then he’d go do something else. He promised Brain that.

“But Brain, I just wanted to ask for a…mhmmm…” His hold on Brain shifted from his shoulders to the sides of his face. Yet he kept on stuttering. Those words he wanted to say wouldn’t come out, though he was really trying.

Brain looked at him again, a quizzical expression shown prominently on his face. “Ask for what exactly, Pinky?”

“Can I just have one little kiss before I go? Zort. Please, Brainy?”

Whew! He’d said it. That wasn’t so hard!

Pinky felt a blush creeping onto his face, a sheepish smile forming rapidly. Asking for kisses wasn’t exactly the simplest task. It was always a guess with what Brain would say about kissing during a plan. Sometimes it was a yes, sometimes it was a no. That’s just how it worked. But he really wanted it to be yes this time.

However, the previous excitement faded away a little when Brain’s face contorted into a sharp frown, his eyebrows turned downward.

“Pinky, not now. I’m working on my plan still and I need to concentrate. You know the rules for world domination plans. I can’t have any distractions, even ones from you. We can do that after tonight.” Brain moved from Pinky and turned around, back facing his companion as he returned to his musings.

His ears drooped and his heart sank like the Titanic. After tonight was such a long time to wait for a kiss! He couldn’t not think about kisses until that point. He needed Brain’s love now! He’d been so patient already!

Without a moment’s hesitation, Pinky wrapped his arms around his lover and held him firmly, whimpering and whining. “Please, Brain? I only want one before the you do the plan. Just one! Is that too much to ask for? We’re boyfriends! We’re supposed to do that! Please?”

A growl was elicited from Brain. He removed Pinky’s paws from him and stood up, an annoyed expression on his face, despite the slight reddish glow on his cheeks. “No, Pinky! Affection and kissing can wait until later. Plans come first! Now, go and leave me be! You’ve already distracted me enough.”

The taller mouse backed off from Brain, giving the shorter mouse enough room to settle back down in front of his blueprints as he went back to pondering some more. While Pinky felt a little bad about making his bestest friend so angry with his pleas, he knew that Brain probably wanted kisses as much as he did.

Suddenly, a rezvelation popped into his head, causing him to perk up.

Brain was playing tough to get! Like in those movies with the teens and the popular kids trying to go after the athlete boys! He was so smart!

Pinky grinned at this, fondly snickering at the fact that Brain might have been attempting to flirt with him. But he couldn’t get away without a fight! Pinky needed a kiss from him. But Brain wasn’t playing fair. Pinky supposed that it was his turn to give it a try.

If Brain wanted to play a game, he would happily join in. It was a competition to see who could last the longest without kissing the other! What fun! Brain was already doing such a remarkable job! But it was time for Pinky to even the score!

Sighing contently with his happiness restored and a newfound confidence present, Pinky sauntered back over to Brain, adjusting his posture to appear more seductive and sultrier. He stuck out a hip, placed one paw on his shoulder, and moved the other one to cup Brain’s cheek. He chuckled quietly before starting his round in the game. Before he began, he made sure to change his voice a little so that Brain would notice.

“Hello, Brain. Fancy meeting you here at this hour. Poit!”

The megalomaniac grumbled, clear irritation lingering in his body language. “Pinky if you ask for an insipid kiss one more time, I swear I shall…”

Before he could finish, Pinky used his paw to turn Brain’s head to look at him, where he batted his eyelashes fervently and pursed out his lips in a pout.

He nearly dropped his suave composure when he saw Brain’s face change from displeasure into a flustered stare, his face turning a light red and eyes widening. Brain was doing a fine job of holding his ground! But he couldn’t lose the challenge! He wanted Brain to be the one to kiss him!

“Like what you see huh?” Pinky moved his body around, tail swishing. Carefully and slowly, he moved his paw from his hip to Brain’s shoulder, kneeling as he pulled himself closer to his boyfriend. “I’d say I’m quite a catch if I do say so meself. Which I just did.”

Brain swallowed heavily, his blush darkening in shade. He tried to regain his words, but they invaded him; he was practically tongue-tied. “Pinky…t-this i-is highly inappropriate for…the current…”

Pinky pressed a finger to Brain’s mouth, preventing him from saying anything further. “Shhh, no more talking. You’ll only ruin this for yourself. Troz. Your big words will only keep you from me longer.” He kept his tone low as he began toying with Brain’s ear, biting back a laugh when it twitched in response.

“A big, handsome, strong mouse such as you deserves all the love in the world. And I wanna give it to you. In more ways than one. Just let me have you, babe. I care about you, and I want you to be so very happy. I’ll make you happy, trust me, Brain.” He was nailing this. Brain was basically gasping for air, and he was as red as a tomato! Pinky stroked the fur on Brain’s chest, humming in approval at the soft moan Brain made in reply.

“W-what are you d-do-”

“Hush, hush, honey,” Pinky briefly moved a paw so his fingers could trace along the curvature of Brain’s face. When he touched Brain’s nose, the megalomaniac froze. “Let me do the talking for you. Your face is marvelous and absolutely gorgeous. Your eyes shine like the night sky. Well, more like a pretty sunrise but it’s not too far off. Someone could get lost in them if they stared too long. I know I have.”

“Y-you…h-have?”

His grasp on Brain increased as he advanced closer so their faces could be at level. “I’ve gotten lost many times in your eyes, Brain. They make me feel so special. And your nose is so perfect and round. What more could you want? Zort.”

As he continued to trace his fingers the fur on Brain chest, Pinky took his other paw and rested it on Brain’s cheek, using his thumb to rub it. “Are you a marshmallow, Brainy? Hard on the outside but melty and gooey and soft on the inside? It sure seems that way. I bet I can make that soft side come out and stay. If I try hard enough.”

Pinky nearly kissed Brain after he’d said that, especially after the whine Brain made, so high and stunned. He needed to keep going though, he needed the kiss.

Before returning his attention to his face, Pinky buried his face into Brain’s shoulder, lightly nipping at his collarbone. A small bite didn’t count as breaking rules according to Pinky. It wasn’t a kiss so he thought it would work enough! Brain made a quiet yelp after the nip, nearly causing Pinky to lose again.

But he would not give up.

Brain tried speaking up, but he could only muster a funny sound. Pinky took this is a sign to move onto something new, so he placed one paw on Brain’s while moving the other to tease Brain’s lips.

This would surely make Brain kiss him!

“Your lips are like clouds Brain. Has anyone ever told you that? They’re stunning and warm and gentle, like pillows almost. I would definitely like to put my lips against yours for a long time. Poit! It would be a magical experience for me. And hopefully for you too.” Pinky kept his hand lightly gliding across Brain’s lips for a while until he moved his paws back to Brain’s chest.

Brain was finally able to speak after Pinky’s touch left his face. “P-Pinky…what…did I s-say about a-asking f-for…kisses.”

“I know what you said, Brain. You said I couldn’t ask you about a kiss right now.” Pinky inched closer to his partner, sliding his fingers along Brain’s spine as their chests made contact. He could hear Brain’s breath hitch and his heartbeat was erratic, which caused him to smirk a little at what he’d done. “But you never said that I couldn’t do this stuff. The kind words, the touching, the teeny bites. I didn’t hear you say no to those. Narf! I know you love them.” He traced a finger under Brain’s chin and nuzzled his nose against Brain’s.

Brain shuddered, sweat forming on his forehead so quickly it was somewhat startling. “I-I guess…y-you make a… valid point.” He gave in a little, moving his paws to hold Pinky by the waist.

Oh, he was winning the game! Brain wasn’t playing tough! In fact, Pinky didn’t know what Brain was playing anymore, but he liked where it was going.

Pinky purred, moving both hands to rest on Brain’s cheeks again. He continued to keep his face close to Brain, feeling his partner’s quick breaths against his fur. “You’re so beautiful, darling. You sparkle like one of those pretty flowers. You smell like one too. Poit! If only you’d realize how special and important you are. But I can help with that.”

“Pinky…” Brain muttered, though his voice waivered as soon as he started. He unknowingly tugged the other mouse closer to him, their noses touching again.

Oooh Brain was about to break! Just a few more attempts to woo and the game would be over!

Pinky rested his forehead against Brain’s. He smiled a little before speaking in a flirty whisper. “I love you, Brain. I hope you know that. I love you more than life itself. I wanna hold you and squeeze you forever and ev-”

He was cut short when he felt a pair of lips crash into his own abruptly, leaving him in shock. The kiss was aggressive and needy, yet it still felt tender. Pinky sighed and moaned softly, reciprocating Brain’s affections with ease. He felt Brain’s paws travel from his waist to his chest as he deepened the kiss. It was utter bliss and a welcomed finish to Pinky’s intense seduction.

Brain pulled out to breathe, his face a pleasant crimson shade. Pinky was breathless, though he was also excited because he had finally gotten a kiss out of his grumpy bestest boyfriend. He gazed lovingly at Brain, who was smiling quite a bit.

“Was that enough to please you, my dear?” Brain spoke quietly, grabbing Pinky by the shoulders and holding him.

Pinky began to giggle, returning to his normal high-pitched voice. “Oh, it was amazing, Brain! I’m sooo happy! Poit!” He quickly kissed Brain’s cheek before adjusting his posture. “You can go back to working on your plan now. I promised I’d leave you alone after I got a kiss.”

He was prepared to get up and leave when his arms got firmly grasped. He was surprised when he saw Brain restraining him from moving, holding him in place. “Uhm, Brain? What are you doing?

The pink-eyed mouse looked super lovestuck. “I did say that before, yes. But I might have been mistaken in my priorities. I believe that you are certainly more important than the plan. So, uh…”

“What is it, Brain?”

Brain inhaled sharply. “So, I think we can hold off tonight’s escapade for a… few hours. It wouldn’t hurt me that much.”

Pinky gasped. “Naaaarf! Egad! Do you mean that you want to kiss some more? Not just because I asked?”

He nodded. “I believe that it will be an effective way for me to replenish my energy and also so I may spend some quality time with you. You only asked for one kiss, but I don’t want to give just one. You don’t deserve that. You are far too alluring currently, Pinky.”

“Braaaaain!” Pinky squealed, his face turning red as he pulled his boyfriend close. “You are just the sweetest and nicest and lovingest mouse alive! Troz! I would love more kisses. I always love that!”

“I’m glad you love me, Pinky. Even though you’re an imbecile, I suppose you are in fact my imbecile.” Brain pulled Pinky to him, and their noses became squished together. He held Pinky’s paws in his, intertwining their fingers. “And by Ptolemy’s sake, I am madly in love with you.”

Pinky swooned. “I’m madly in love with you too,” he murmured delicately so that only Brain would hear him.

Before either one could say anything more, Pinky and Brain’s lips met again for a longer and far more passionate kiss. Pinky felt all fluttery as he felt Brain’s body press against his. Pinky also melted inside when Brain was the one to produce a gentle noise. When they parted for a quick breath, Pinky wasted no time in placing his mouth against Brain’s again.

As they kissed and kissed, Pinky felt victorious. Mainly because he was getting kisses from his sweet and lovey-dovey Brain, but also because he’d won the game. Brain had kissed first! But he supposed that the feeling of a win came second to the real prize: having Brain truly love him so much. While Pinky knew that Brain was sometimes a tough and rough cookie, he also knew that Brain would always love him no matter what happened.

He was positive that Brain realized how much he loved him too.

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The fact that this is your shortest work is crazy 😭

But it’s still so good and so cute and just so humorous like Pinky is such a menace

Sleepless in Burbank (PaTB/Brinky Fic)

Hey y'all!! Oooh two new fics in one week?! What the heck is wrong with me? Anyways this came from a challenge me and my good writing pal/friend @therealhayyhay were doing where we gave each other prompts for fics. She asked me to write a fic where Pinky gets a little too into Brain's personal space when sleeping and I happily obliged. Go read the one she made for me it's so sweet!! She's such an amazing person!! But here's mine for those who were interested. Hoping this becomes a recurring thing because it was so fun and it allows me to write fun things!! Enough of my ramblings here's the fic:

Only Pinky could make bedtime an utterly laborious task.

That’s what The Brain was pondering to himself currently as his partner was sprawled haphazardly across the bed, snoring softly. He had absolutely no sense of staying on his side, which Brain found irritating, even though it had been happening for years. He desired sleep, especially after tonight’s failed plan ended in an explosion. A reprieve from all the pain was enough for him.

But apparently, Pinky did not care about personal space.

He wanted to reprimand him for his unusual position, but he was already too far gone. He’d probably be up until morning if Brain were to awaken him now.

By all things good on this planet would Pinky just move over?

Brain groaned, bloodshot pink eyes shooting open as his friend kicked him accidentally in the waist for the second time in five minutes. He knew that Pinky was prone to excessive movement while he slept but this was becoming too much. He was thinking about just taking his pillow and sleeping somewhere else, but…something kept him from leaving. An odd feeling held him down, refusing to let Brain get up.

It didn’t help his case when Pinky made a faint, breathless noise, which caused Brain to feel a light blush dust his face.

God forbid, he was going to regret this later.

He turned to face upward, staring at the bars at the top of their cage. They were barely visible in the darkness, rather they were only shadows. It was somewhat ominous. Even a little scary. But if looking at them would benefit, then so be it.

Brain wanted to fall asleep; he wanted to just drift off and wake up to a nice cup of coffee to kickstart his morning. He secretly hoped that Pinky would fix them breakfast, give him a massage, and kiss him on the forehead like he did almost every day. Brain liked their routine quite a bit more than he was willing to admit.

But sleep was all that he craved right now. Not affection, not embraces, and most certainly not kisses. He just needed to close his eyes and sleep. That was all.

Really. No thought of kisses from Pinky’s cloud-like lips right now. No.

Brain closed his eyes, feeling a slight wave of drowsiness wash over him. He inhaled deeply and sighed, finally feeling content about his situation. Pinky hadn’t even touched him once recently…

SMACK!!

Brain winced in pain as Pinky’s paw hit his face with such vigor it almost caused him to yelp. He briefly held his eye, which lightly stung from the impact. He growled, sitting up in bed with an angry look on his face as he saw his companion’s arm fall right onto his pillow, taking up all his space. Of course, Pinky was still dead asleep.

How on earth was he supposed to rest now that Pinky was becoming a bed hog?

He wanted so badly to wake him up, to shout and tell Pinky that he needed to share the space. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His friend looked so happy, so peaceful, even if he was invading Brain’s space unknowingly. Ruining Pinky’s night just to confront him would be too cruel, even for him.

Groaning in defeat, Brain cautiously moved Pinky’s paw off his pillow before he laid back down, facing away from him. He guessed his ruined circadian rhythm would be somewhat mendable. At least, this way, he wouldn’t be distracted by something else. Or rather, someone.

Brain felt a little remorseful about turning away from Pinky, but it was what he needed for a good night’s rest. Though, he could still feel a little heat pooling in his cheeks. But he chose not to dwell on that, instead focusing on falling asleep once and for all. Pinky did bump into him again and he pulled the blanket away a little, but that was normal. Brain was used to those things.

He was just about to drift off when he heard soft murmurs coming from behind him. Brain cursed under his breath; what did Pinky want now? He turned around, about to spout some harsh words when he noticed how Pinky was beginning to toss and turn aggressively, whimpering quietly. Which only meant one thing:

Great, another nightmare. Just perfect. At least he wasn’t talking in his sleep this time.

Brain always hated it when Pinky had nightmares. He would get so scared, and then he would be dead silent the next day. Pinky would sometimes wake up in tears; other times he’d yell while still slumbering, which would very much startle Brain. But this time, it was different. He was too quiet, no shouting or crying to be witnessed. Instead, violent thrashing was present, which was not the regular occurrence when it came to Pinky.

This one must be really bad.

He felt his ears droop, guilt lingering in his mind as he watched Pinky violently turn in bed. His whining was still clear, and to say it was bothering Brain was an understatement. Brain had been so annoyed with Pinky’s sleepy antics. And now he was suffering through what seemed to be a very upsetting dream for no reason. Curse the unnatural nature of the resting world.

The persistent thought in his mind just to ignore him and sleep be damned. He was going to do whatever it took to ease Pinky.

Brain scooted closer to his quivering partner, his mind whirling. Giving affection was not usually his strong suit, so it was taking him a while to figure out an adequate solution. Choosing the more…intimate option, Brain wrapped his arms around Pinky, soothingly rubbing his back with care. Pinky stopped stirring, though his face was still in an unpleasant grimace.

It wasn’t enough. Pinky needed to be certain that he was there for him. Here goes his dignity.

He carefully pulled Pinky closer, continuing to hold him tightly and gingerly squeezing him. It was disheartening to see him so distressed, but Brain knew that he’d be able to calm him down. Hopefully.

“Hush, Pinky. It’s alright. No need to fret, I’m here now. I’m always here for you,” he whispered softly, trying his best to sound sympathetic. Brain nuzzled his chest, placing a small kiss on it when he lifted his head up afterward.

It thankfully worked.

Pinky became relaxed, his previously tense body loosening. A soft smile graced his lips as his quiet snoring returned anew. Brain un-did their embrace, pulling away from Pinky with a placid smile, satisfied with his work. He felt relieved that he’d been able to help Pinky so much.

But now, he needed to sleep.

Brain settled back onto his pillow, this time choosing to face Pinky rather than away from him. It was a euphoric notion that the last thing he’d see before finally closing his eyes would be the mouse he…tolerated most. He took a cleansing breath, prepared to finally get the sleep he so desperately treasured.

Until he was forcibly tugged from where he lay by Pinky’s slender arms, being pulled into his chest.

Brain was about to protest by removing himself from the hug, but before he could muse a way to part, he was struck with a pleasing warmth, his backside feeling like it was on fire. His initial confused expression shifted to one of contentment, a deep blush present. He sighed in Pinky’s hold, mostly from their shared heat. He supposed that sleeping like this for one night wouldn’t be the worst.

It was all so calm. Brain could hear Pinky’s gentle heartbeat and his low breaths in his ears. It was weirdly peaceful. Unlike those other times when they did this when they were awake, which were still nice, but this hit different. Probably because Pinky wasn’t awake, and he was the only one that could appreciate this affection.

Before he could second guess what he was doing still in Pinky’s arms, his eyelids grew heavy, and his mind began to wander. Perhaps, he’d scold his friend for this tomorrow. But currently, all he focused on was remaining with Pinky, together. As sleep finally came to him, Brain snuggled closer to his partner, the softness and warmth of his fur being the final thing he touched before drifting off.

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He was awoken not by the sunlight, per usual, but instead by the sound of shuffling beside him, and a light yawn. Brain blinked once, the familiar scent of Pinky welcoming him back to reality. It was only then that he realized that he’d been sleeping with such proximity to Pinky all night. He’d almost forgotten about last night’s escapade.

And then he saw Pinky’s stunning blue eyes and it all came back to him.

Oh goodness, Pinky looked incredible. Wait, was what happened last night real?

It was. What a relief.

“Narf! Good morning sleepyhead!” Pinky playfully tousled the fur on Brain’s head and kissed his forehead, which caused him to blush.

“Good morning, Pinky.” Brain droned, still a little bit tired, though it had been the best night of sleep he’d gotten in a while. “How did you sleep?”

Pinky giggled. “Oh very well Brain! The bed was extra warm for some reason. Gee I wonder why?”

Brain smirked a little; Pinky’s tone had indicated that he knew the answer, which was just a little humorous. “I must say that last night’s rest was very pleasant. I’m almost completely ready for the day.”

“Wonderful, Brain! Poit!” Pinky sat up immediately, getting ready to do his usual morning procedures. “I’ll go make breakfast, get your yummy coffee all ready, and then we can…”

Brain cut him off, grabbing Pinky’s arm to keep him in bed and placing his hand on Pinky’s mouth. “I said almost. I didn’t say get up, did I?” His voice was almost a needy whine and there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Brain couldn’t help but softly smile when Pinky’s gaze met his as he realized what Brain had meant.

“Egad!” Pinky’s face lit up. “More bedtime with my bestest boyfriend? You mean it?”

“Indeed. Just a few more minutes shall suffice excellently.” A part of him wanted to just get out of bed and start the day, but Pinky came first. And he needed more time with his lover. Desperately.

“Yay! It’s cuddle time, sweetheart! And your gonna looove it!” Pinky giggled as he settled within the blanket again next to Brain. The temperature increased dramatically.

Brain could only muster one quick chuckle before his and Pinky’s lips met for a quick, but well-deserved chaste kiss. When they parted, Brain settled his head below Pinky’s, wrapping his arms around his waist again. He felt Pinky’s arms do the same; they were even closer than they had been last night.

As the two just relinquished in their shared embrace, Brain couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest mouse in the world that he’d found Pinky. Not only was he a great friend but he was a doting partner and, yes, an exquisite snuggler. He knew that they’d always have each other, no matter what abnormal circumstances came their way.

Even if Pinky kept him awake for half of the night.

Special thanks to once again my good friend @therealhayyhay for just being the coolest and most supportive person ever. BTW you might wanna check the notes on the Ao3 version of this for a little surprise lol. Thanks for reading!!

Ao3 version is linked below:

#pinky and the brain #patb #brinky #animaniacs

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therealhayyhay · 3 months

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Synopsis: After playing outside in the snow, Pinky gets sick, but doesn’t want to tell Brain.

Theonethatyaks93 and I gave each other prompts and this was the one they gave me!

Ao3

He should have dried off after playing in the snow. Brain told him to, though Pinky figured he’d be alright. He was beginning to regret that decision as he felt himself getting chilly again. Wasn’t it just warm in here a few seconds ago?

“Pinky!” He had him heard shout from across the lab. Brain was ready to explain that plan thingy to him. Pinky sighed. He was usually very eager for their annual tomorrow nights, but right now? He was feeling anything other than eager tonight. He felt absolutely awful. Yet, he didn’t want to deter Brain or let him down. Brain needed him for the plan. And he was going to be there by his side. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the ongoing sickness, and be attempted to seem normal while making his way over to Brain.

The smaller mouse was arranging his poster as he waited for his companion. He finally saw him approaching out of the corner of his eye. “Come now, Pinky. For I believe I have devised a scheme so genius, that the populous won’t know what hit them!” He didn’t seem to observe how sickly his friend looked.

Pinky sniffled a bit and put his hand up to his brow, feeling lightheaded, “What is it, Brain?” He tried his best not to stumble. Brain couldn’t know.

Brain noticed, giving him a glance. Pinky did look quite pale, “Pinky? Are feeling alright?”

Pinky’s eyes widen and he chuckled nervously, hands now intertwined behind his back, “Me..? Oh, um, I’m feeling just fine! Fit as a fiddle! Zort!” Hardly.

Brain raised an eyebrow. He was skeptical, but this could all very well be Pinky being well…Pinky. He probably just ate some lint behind the refrigerator again. “Alright..”

He extending his hand outward to further present his poster. “As you know, clothing is very essential to the human race. They can’t live without it. So, we will—“

“ACHOO”

Pinky wiped his nose. He realized Brain was giving him a irritated look for blatantly interrupting him. “Sorry, Brain..”

He stared a Pinky for a few seconds, “Like I was saying,” And he continued to explain..

The plan failed, to no one’s surprise. Brain stood up and brushed the soot off his fur, “We must head back to the lab for tomorrow night!” He declared.

Pinky failing to get up replied warily, “Why, Brain? What are we gonna…ACHOO!” The sneeze made him loose his balance, falling right back on his knees. Pinky groaned lightly. He looked miserable. Brain’s scowl faded as he started to realize the apparent sickness upon Pinky’s face. He went over to him and placed a paw on his forehead. Pinky was warm and he had a suspicion why.

“You have a fever,” He replied, his frustration growing. “You didn’t dry off, did you?”

“No…” Pinky looked away sheepishly

Brain perched his fingers on his temple and exhaled in annoyance. Of course the oaf didn’t dry himself off, and now he was sick. “Can you walk?” He asked seriously.

Pinky swayed but he managed to stand, “a little..” Swinging a bit too dangerously for Brain’s liking, he grabbed Pinky’s arm and put it around himself, and they started to make their way back.

Pinky laid snuggly in the sponge bed in their cage while Brain sat next to him, dabbing a cold compress on his forehead to decrease the fever. He still looked uncertain, “You should have told me you were feeling unwell.”

Pinky weakly shifted in the swab, “I didn’t want to let you down. You need me for the plan….”

Brain was now the one who felt awful. The fact that Pinky was worried about the plan more than his own health. He truly didn’t deserve such an extraordinary friend. “You are more important than any plan, Pinky.”

That statement alone, made Pinky feel a little better. There were times when Brain could be very kind to him and it always made his heart all warm-like when he was. “Thanks, Brain, narf..”

Brain let himself smile with Pinky, “Anytime, my friend. Anytime…”

#animaniacs #pinky and the brain #patb #fanfic #sickfic

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AHHHH it really is a nice, cute story. Love the dynamic the mice have. You’ve really created sm great here. Remember, Never be afraid to take risks. 😝☺️

can you write a story where pinky comforts brain after a bad day maybe😼😼

Brain tossed and turned, the gift of sleep failing to reach him yet again. Every time he tried to close his eyes, he’d open them again mere seconds later, wide awake without an inkling of tiredness. Even as Pinky slumbered soundly next to him, his quiet noises usually allowing Brain to drift off, he still couldn’t fall asleep.

And he knew exactly why.

His plan for tonight had been a complete disaster. Not in the traditional sense, nothing exploded or melted luckily. But still, something horrible had occurred that left him without words.

For the rest of the night.

He had constructed an idea involving him using public speaking as a means to motivate the world into following his rule. Brain was optimistic that he would be able to express his potent vocabulary to encourage millions to benefit the good of the world. Was it a little corny? Certainly. Though he presumed that the population would support someone looking out for them without much hassle in this melancholy society.

Why did he have to be so wrong?

As soon as he stepped to the podium to present his great speech that he’d been advertising and preparing for days prior, the crowd turned on him. Badly. He had only gotten to say a few words before chaos ensued. The jeers of the people mocking him were cruel and unjust. Callous and insulting. Almost ridiculous, yet still based in reality.

“Look at how small he is!”

“He’s clearly an idiot. His forehead is the size of my pickup truck!”

“Great! Another fat politician to manipulate us.”

“You’re ugly!”

“You are overweight. Really fat.”

“Shut up!”

“No one cares about you. Get off the stage you moron!”

Brain tried easing the people to continue his speech, but soon, items began being thrown at him. Vegetables, the free pens he handed out earlier, even dangerous things like chairs. The crowd was livid, and their harsh yells continued to ring loudly in Brain’s ears.

“Pointless idiot!”

“Overweight dumbass!”

“Loser with no life!”

He felt sick to his stomach, lightheaded and weak. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath becoming labored. These dreadful phrases just kept coming, over and over again. It almost became like a mantra of sorts. And all he could do was blankly stare and avoid the occasional object haphazardly thrown in his direction. Brain swallowed a lump in his throat, doing his best to not cry.

He was so lost until he heard a familiar voice speak over the microphone.

“Stop hurting Brain! He’s trying to help you! Can’t you see that? Poit! Just leave my boyfriend alone!”

Pinky was far too kind to try and assist him with calming the crowd. Brain felt a little better knowing his partner was on his side, defending him to the very end.

Unfortunately, his admittance of the two being romantically involved proved to be the nail in the coffin.

The people got aggressive, the shouting increasing to a deafening degree. They raised their fists and Brain could only whimper as he began hearing insults thrown at both him and Pinky.

“Homosexual garbage!”

“Your boyfriend is as ugly as you!”

“I thought you were pathetic before but now that I see you’re in a same-sex relationship, you suck even more.”

“Fa-”

And that’s when he heard it. The infamous f slur. Brain only recently came to terms with his sexuality and when he looked up the word, he was more than a little unnerved. This was the first time he’d been called it though. And it hurt.

He felt himself grow dizzy as the people began to chant the word aloud. It was maddening how inconsiderate and cruel the public could be, not even giving him a chance to show what he could do. Brain was so lost in emotions that he didn’t even realize he’d been pulled off the stage by Pinky, who was grasping onto his paw with a worried expression.

“Brain, are you alright? Brain?”

All he could do was nod, his eyes still widened in disbelief at what had just unfolded. Brain bit his lip as he felt Pinky’s hold on him increase in intensity.

“Don’t listen to them. Narf. They don’t know that you’re the bestest mouse on the planet and they don’t need to know. I love you, Brain. That’s all that matters.” Pinky kissed Brain’s head soothingly, attempting to comfort him to his best ability.

Brain blinked at his partner once, his mind still in a haze. Still, he tried to show Pinky that he’d helped, thought it wasn’t entirely accurate. “T-thanks Pinky. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He wasn’t fine. That was the furthest thing from the truth.

The entire walk back to the lab was silent. While the duo walked with their fingers intertwined underneath a starry night sky, Brain averted his gaze from Pinky, trying to hide his upset state. Pinky didn’t even say anything to lighten the mood, which was completely unusual for him. When they’d reached their cage, Brain went to bed instantly with Pinky following suit not too long after.

It was only 10:00. He wasn’t even tired.

Time passed and Brain still could not sleep. Pinky was a naturally quick sleeper, so he was already out and would likely remain asleep for a long time. He turned around to face his companion’s calm form. His face softened out when he noticed how peaceful Pinky looked and the miniscule smile that graced his lips. Brain blushed a little; Pinky was extremely adorable when he slept.

And yet, he still didn’t feel any better about what had happened earlier. In fact, he felt even more distressed now.

Brain couldn’t believe that such vicious and abrasive comments existed, that people could even bother judging him before they knew him personally. Though he relinquished in the support that Pinky brought him, he still felt vulnerable, inferior. Like everyone else saw him as a disappointment.

He knew that these words wouldn’t leave his mind, at least not tonight. Brain needed to contemplate all that had occurred in a secluded area, away from prying eyes (Pinky specifically). So, deciding that sleep was out of the question, Brain sat up in the bed, pulling the blanket away from his body. He was careful as to not accidentally make a sound when exiting.

Things were going well so far. Hopefully Pinky wouldn’t notice the shift in weight on his side.

The short mouse stood up, freezing for a moment, and glancing back towards his friend, who was thankfully still asleep. Brain sighed in relief before he began to walk away from the bed. He took quiet steps, hoping that nothing would deter him from finding a place to hide and ponder. He needed this mental break.

Brain almost reached the cage door, preparing to pick the lock open with his crooked tail when he heard the bed creak behind him.

“Brain? Where are you going so late?”

Drat. He’d been caught dead in his tracks. What was he to do? Acknowledge Pinky’s question and fess up to everything? Ignore his partner and pretend that he didn’t hear him, which would absolutely cause tension in their relationship?

Not wanting to discuss with Pinky his emotional instability, he decided on the latter option, which he would definitely regret at a later time. Brain trudged farther away from Pinky, not responding to his question as he continued working on the lock.

“Are you okay? Zort. Is something bothering you?”

There was no stopping him, was there? He didn’t really have a choice. Pinky would be adamant about knowing what was up and would not silence easily. Groaning in annoyance but putting on a look of contentment, he turned around to face Pinky, who looked extremely concerned and unsure.

“Uhm…everything’s alright Pinky.” Brain slowly moved away from the cage door, trying not to reveal any of the thoughts that were currently invading his mind. He came up with a quick lie to further sway his companion. “I was just heading back to bed after…uh…taking a last look at my notes for tomorrow’s plan. Nothing to fret over. Go to sleep.”

Pinky quirked an eyebrow, not buying Brain’s fib in the slightest. He sat up from the bed and began walking slowly towards the megalomaniac. “I don’t believe you. You look all scowly and sad. Is something wrong? Do you wanna talk about it?”

Brain felt himself stall as Pinky approached him. Curse his inability to lie in a stressful situation. Pinky had seen right through his façade. His friend’s emotional intelligence was truly befuddling.

“I assure you that I’m fine as I stand currently. You…you don’t have to worry about me at all. We don’t have to discuss anything.” He tried backing away from Pinky, but his legs just wouldn’t move. It’s like he was stuck in place. “Really, Pinky. It’s fine. We can just return to the bed and prepare for tomorrow night. Everything’s just great.”

The taller mouse shook his head, maintaining his watch on Brain’s now anxious face. He continued to walk towards him, almost demandingly.

“Zort. You’re lying Brain. I can tell. Is this about what happened earlier at your speech thingy?”

Oh no. He knew about that. He’s understood that Brain hadn’t been okay after the failed plan. Pinky knew. How he’d known was not a question that Brain was worried about. Rather it was the fact that sooner or later, he’d need to fess up to Pinky about what had truly been happening.

Brain halted, fighting back against the sudden increase in emotions rising within him. He was at his breaking point; guess he just had to come clean now. There was no way out. “Alright, you got me.” Brain started, his voice laced with sarcasm, anger, aggression, and a little sorrow. “That whole entire speech plan was a failure. And for once, it was for something that wasn’t exactly my fault. That sounds great, right? Well, it’s not.” Brain’s face fell, his breath hitching before he resumed. “For once, a plan failed because of things I claim I can control, but I actually can’t. Those people only saw the worst parts of me. Ones I’ve been trying to alter for years now so that I may appeal to the masses. I finally go out as myself and look where that got me! People threw produce in my direction. I got called offensive names. Just for my looks. And, Pinky, just face it, I believe their statements were accurate.”

Pinky gasped, running over to Brain quickly before attempting to console him by placing his paws on Brain’s shoulders. “Brain. You know that what those people said was just stupid. You know that. I care about you…”

“You don’t understand, Pinky! You’ll never understand these hardships I’ve had to go through my entire life!” He pulled away from his companion, his agitation increasing rapidly and his tone raising to an agitated shout.

“Look at this.” He gestured towards his body, trying to get his point across by all means necessary. “I’m overweight, pathetic, and no one cares about me. I’m judged before I’m even given a chance to do something for the greater good. People hate me for simply existing. It’s not like you where you walk into a room, and everyone instantly wants to be your friend. I work harder than anyone to gain appreciation for the things I do, and it never works out in my favor. Others just see me as a chubby loser with no meaning in life.”

“Brain, I sometimes don’t feel good about meself too. Narf. I don’t just walk into a room and make friends, at least for the most part. And you are not a loser. You are incredible and smart and super handsome…”

“Just listen!” He cut Pinky off again, though he didn’t even care about hearing what Pinky had to say; he needed to get this off his chest before it caused him to collapse internally. “Don’t you understand what they called us at the speech? When you tried defending me, they hated me even more simply because I’m in a relationship with someone of my exact gender. I’ve only recently accepted that side of myself, and I’m already being put down for it. I just…I can’t…”

A garbled sob slipped out. Brain allowed a few tears to run down his face. His control over himself was gradually dissipating. He only felt worse when he saw Pinky’s upset expression, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Things were escalating. And Brain wasn’t done yet.

“I’m worthless, Pinky! I fail at everything I do! It’s how the world sees me apparently. And everyone was right. I’m just a pretentious, moronic, useless, stupid fa-”

He was silenced, not by his own volition, but by Pinky forcibly pushing him to the floor, restraining him with his own body. He was about to respond in alarm before he felt lips press against his own. This kiss was aggressive and messy yet still tender and calming. Brain closed his eyes as he accepted all of Pinky’s intense feelings which seemed to transfer between their connected mouths. He held onto his partner’s back tightly, moaning softly as the kiss deepened.

Pinky was the one to part for air, Brain huffing heavily after the unexpected kiss. He and Pinky sat up, still gasping for breath. But before he could process what happened, he was grabbed by the shoulders as Pinky stared at Brain face-to-face, with a look that could only be described as enraged.

“No, no, NO!! Brain, you DO NOT say those awful words to yourself or to me! Poit! You are NOT any of those things you said. Not even close!! And you DO NOT CALL YOURSELF THAT HORRIBLE WORD!! I looked up what it means on the Goggle site earlier and it’s most definitely not okay to call yourself that unless you’re positive about it! You are incredible and amazing, and I love you so much! Troz! You don’t deserve those meany-mean people’s attention! Do you understand?!” Pinky yelled, louder than he’d ever yelled before.

Brain wasn’t expecting Pinky to be this hostile with him, but he wasn’t entirely opposed to it. His friend’s kind but firm words made him feel a little better, though he continued to hold in tears.

Pinky seemed to notice this, moving his paws to cup Brain’s cheeks and rub them gently. His angry scowl turned into a soft smile as he inhaled and calmed down. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re overweight. I like your chubby head and belly. They’re so much fun to squish! Zort!” He nuzzled Brain’s nose, causing the pink-eyed mouse to blush again. “Those people don’t see what I see in you, Brain. But their opinion doesn’t matter. As long as I love you, that’s all that matters to me.”

Brain held his breath, trying to hold in a very aggressive outburst. Pinky was truly his everything, his world. But he still felt this nasty feeling inside. Like even though he had his partner, it still wasn’t enough.

As if Pinky had read his mind, he pulled Brain closer, placing a small peck on his temple. “I can tell you’ve been holding in a lot recently.”

All Brain could do was sit without words, still attempting to contain his feelings.

“You don’t have to hold back for me, love. Let it out. You’ll feel much better when you do.”

Overcome with emotions that were becoming too much for him to bear, Brain proceeded to bury his face into Pinky’s chest, sobbing hard. He was so exhausted of all those horrific words poisoning his thoughts. Still, he was relieved that Pinky didn’t care about him allowing him to let himself go a bit. He held onto his companion like his life depended on it.

Pinky calmed Brain, lovingly tracing his fingers through Brain’s fur, and whispering soft, comforting words in his ear, hoping it would help. Luckily, it seemed to be working.

As Brain continued to bawl, he couldn’t help but feel as if not all these tears were as a result of what those people had said. Some were certainly from the fact that Pinky was still with him, aiding him with all these problems and loving him boundlessly. He was so grateful for Pinky. Especially at times like this.

After what seemed like hours, Brain sighed, his built-up feelings fading away slowly, but surely. He hummed, pulling his head from Pinky, and staring into his partner’s soft blue gaze. He sniffed a little before allowing himself a light smile.

Pinky took this as a sign that Brain was finished crying. He placed his paws on Brain’s cheeks, scrubbing the excess tears off with his thumb. “Are you feeling better now, Brain? Poit. Are all those nasty-wasty feelings gone?” he asked delicately, his voice in a faint whisper.

Once again reduced to silence, albeit because of entirely different reasons, Brain could only nod once before he pushed himself forward, resting his face into Pinky’s chest once again, but this time in a tight embrace. Almost instantly, he began to place kisses along his companion’s body, anywhere he could reach. Pinky reacted appropriately, breaking out into fervent giggles as the two fell to the floor.

“Braaaaaaaaain!” Pinky’s entire face was red in a deep blush, his smile bright. “What are you doing?”

Brain smirked suggestively at Pinky, brushing his fingers along his partner’s fur as he briefly stopped kissing him to respond. “Why, Pinky. I’m simply showing my appreciation for you in a way we both can comprehend.” He nuzzled his nose against Pinky’s chest, almost purring. It was primitive, but he couldn’t be bothered.

“Naaaaarrf!!” Pinky swooned, his breath catching as he exhaled as Brain continued to hold him close. He could hardly believe how snuggly Brain was being. His heartbeat became louder; he was positive that Brain could hear it now.

“I do hope this isn’t too much. Over-stepping your boundaries is something I never want to do to you, considering how much I care about you.” Brain was still a little insecure about his…romance skills. He never wanted to make Pinky feel uncomfortable.

“Of course not, Brain!” Pinky placed a soft kiss on Brain’s nose, causing the latter mouse’s face to flush darkly. “It’s perfect, darling. Please keep going!”

He happily obliged to Pinky’s request, grabbing his lover by the waist and continuing to show how much he truly loved him. Brain peppered kisses along the crook of Pinky’s neck and on his collarbone, making sure not to miss a single spot. It didn’t take him long to begin kissing Pinky’s face too, occasionally sneaking a peck onto Pinky’s lips to add an element of surprise.

Pinky burst into hysterics once more, his infectious laughter leading Brain to chuckle slightly in between kisses. “Oh, Brain! I’m so happy you’ll be okay! Troz!” He cupped Brain’s cheeks to stop him temporarily. “I love you.”

Brain couldn’t help but smile in Pinky’s tender hold. “I love you too,” he whispered gently, before pushing himself forward to begin kissing Pinky once more.

While he knew that others would hold him back and ridicule him, Brain was positive that Pinky would be there to love him and cherish him during all the harsh turmoil.

As long as Pinky loved him, the world would come to him someday.

No one could do anything about that.

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