Man, it’s gonna be even harder to convince people I don’t ship these characters after this….
Y’all ready for some fluff?
I’ve mentioned before that @hardcorenerdthings and @skimmingmilk‘s fan fiction, The Unsinkable Brain, has some of the sweetest, fluffiest stuff I’ve read in this fandom. Said story is one of my favorites of theirs for chapter six alone. To give you some context, Brain is drunk and Pinky needs to give him a bath. That’s all you really need to know. Lol. Actually, no, you should read it, because look at how adorable this is:
The Unsinkable Brain - Chapter Six
Anyway, I’ve actually wanted to storyboard part of the chapter, but that would take too much time and I’ve got enough on my plate, so I’ve settled instead for illustrating some of my favorite moments. Below are three drawings with their respective moments from the chapter written after them. Enjoy.
Brain grumbled, but managed very carefully and very slowly to get to his feet. There was a minor slip, but he managed to recover right at the edge of the counter before sliding off entirely. He crossed his eyes, looking down at the bandages and started to tug uselessly at them for a few moments until he gave up. “Pinky,” he whined.
Brain mumbled some kind of agreement, trying to watch Pinky’s hand. Everywhere it touched, he felt tingly and hot. His gut was tying itself in knots, his heart beginning to race again. It was an extremely unusual feeling, but a pleasant one nonetheless. He pressed a hand to Pinky’s heart, rubbing in slow circles to try and make it speed up too.
His hand slowed momentarily, pausing his washing as he squirmed. “Brain?” Pinky wondered, his heart not waiting long at all before its thump-thumps quickened. The water was getting warmer. “Are you washing me too?”
Something about the way Brain was looking at him made Pinky feel quite dizzy even though he wasn’t even spinning. The urge he’d felt earlier in the evening, to learn forward and… something, returned full force and this time he didn’t ignore it. He stopped washing in order to pull Brain closer, touching their foreheads together. His eyes closed and left it at that, the proximity was enough for him, appealing the happy little tingles. He rubbed his nose against Brain’s and sighed. “Naaaaaaarf.” It wasn’t more than a whisper, but it grounded him enough so that he opened his eyes and leaned back a little.
“Pinky,” the megalomaniac breathed, unsure about what to do from there. He lifted his hands slowly, cupping his friend’s face gently. “My pretty Pinky,” he whispered and hiccuped.
The “my” was placed in bold here because, in the story, it’s emphasized. That one sentence in the second part was put in bold, however, simply to indicate that it’s one of my favorite lines in the chapter. I just… can’t think of anything sweeter than that. Like, holy crap. Rubbing at their heart to make it beat faster. Please.
I really hope that the authors are okay with me posting this up, including the parts from the story. If you’re embarrassed by it/uncomfortable with it, I totally understand and would be more than happy to take it down or, at least, to erase the quotes. Let me know if I’m crossing the line here.
But yeah, um, I like this chapter………..
