morty

Despite the tears she was wiping away, the actress smiled as Morty’s hand rested over hers. Both his actions and his words reminded Millie that no matter what, even through heartbreak, she could never lose him as a best friend. They were too intertwined, connected and bonded since they were young — Morty would forever hold a special place in her heart. 

The nudge Millie gave him was gentle enough not to truly aggravate any of his injuries, but seeing her reaction to remembering his condition after pushing him made Morty want to play up the wounded angle, wincing exaggeratedly a full two seconds after she’d touched him (and not even trying to give his best acting performance.) “Ugh, I don’t think I’ll make it through the night,” he groaned, slowly sinking into the couch to die. “When I pass…tell my family…I’m leaving it all to the dog.”

Bubbles ended up laughing at Morty’s resolution to wearing a skirt. As tempting as the thought of seeing him wear one was (and it was so very tempting), she wouldn’t force him to wear one. She could always find a pair of oversized sweatpants or something else for him to wear if she didn’t already have a couple of his clothes. Afterwards, she let out an amused hum, her laughter subsiding as she stared up at Morty with satisfaction in knowing that she had made her boyfriend so horny that he was willing to wear a skirt for her and eat up more time out of their day just so he can fuck her in the shower like she asked. Hooking her legs around his waist, she grind herself against him, getting even more horny herself. “What are you waiting for then? Let’s go shower.”

Morty absolutely melted as his girlfriend cupped his face and kissed his nose, his eyes wide and adoring. If he was a cartoon character, little red hearts would surely have been popping up around his head, but unfortunately he hadn’t figured out how to do that in reality yet. He was still just amazed that he finally had this love he’d been waiting for his whole life; he’d spend the rest of it trying to deserve her.

None of these injuries were fresh, that much Daisy could tell. Whatever accident or incident Morty had been involved in, it happened quiet some time ago, but not too long—a week or two at most? But despite coming to that conclusion, the woman found herself frowning at the sight still. How come she hadn’t been told about this sooner? Certainly outside Ferdie and Dewey knowing, the fashion designer could only assume that both his mother’s knew about this as well, along with both Minnie and Mickey. That is, she hoped they all knew, otherwise, she’ll have to convince Morty to inform them unless he wanted her to tell them herself. But first, she needed to know what happened, and fortunately the young man told her the truth. A fight, and not just any regular fight, but one with a Rowdyruff Boy of all people. Hearing that caused Daisy to tsk her tongue, tsking at Morty before she shook her head in disapproval. “Why in the world would you get into a fight with a Rowdyruff Boy?” The woman questioned, ignoring the fact that he mentioned it was the one his girlfriend and best friend had dated. That alone does give Daisy the answer she wanted, assuming it involved the Rowdyruff being jealous—however, that didn’t explain why Morty got involved in the first place. “Do your mom’s and Minnie know about any of this?” 

“He provoked me!” Morty said, at this point well-used to defending his reason for getting into a scrap with a super-powered delinquent after having to explain the whole thing multiple times over to his other loved ones. “He was looking for a fight. I wouldn’t have taken the bait if he was just talking crap about me, but the way he talked about Millie was…I reacted on instinct.” Truly, not a second passed between that insult leaving Boomer’s lips and Morty’s fist flying toward his face, but even if he had spent more time thinking about it first he didn’t think anything would have changed about how it all went down. He didn’t regret standing up for his friend, and even if he hadn’t swung first, Boomer probably would have wrecked him anyway considering how combative he was from the moment they ran into each other. Daisy didn’t have to understand it, but there was nothing she could say to chide him that would change his mind. “My moms and Aunt Minnie have already fussed over me, yes,” he informed her upon her questioning of whether they all knew.

Mortified, Millie hoped that the worst of this conversation was out of the way now. She continued to avoid his gaze, embarrassed by the entire situation and even more embarrassed that she was crying. Though deep down she was comfortable enough with Morty to be vulnerable like this, it was still unnerving to be transparent about her mistakes and own up to them. Just as her sister was understanding though, so was her ex. His attempt to reassure her initially caused her to shake her head, but she heard him out anyway.

Reaching up to place his good hand over hers where it laid on his shoulder, Morty watched Millie wipe her tears away and wished he could do more to comfort her. It was a different kind of heartache than he was used to—to want to console a best friend but being unable because he was the very cause of her tears. And not in a way where he could just apologize for hurting her and make it all better, forgive and forget, but a way that was going to stick around. For a while, at least. A wound like this was going to hurt for a while. There was nothing he could do to fix it, and nothing he could have done to avoid it in the first place…Right? Was it worse to think that this was all inevitable, or that it was preventable and he had actively chosen the path that led them here?

As Morty rested, the Powerpuff once again allowed herself to get lost within her thoughts. While thankfully the injuries her boyfriend has weren’t as severe as she had feared they would be, a newfound worry came to mind—Will something like this happen again? She may have been able to stop Boomer from hurting Morty far worst than he got to this time, but what if he tries to hurt him for a second time? After all, just because the Rowdyruff had decided to take the ‘L’ and leave on his own today, does not mean that he will back down the next chance he gets. And if he did try for another chance to hurt her boyfriend, would Bubbles be able to come in time again or stop any of it from happening? Clutching her boyfriend as firmly as she could without irritating any of his wounds or waking him up, the blonde hoped she would be able to stop any potential danger. Even if Boomer doesn’t try for a second attack, there were other villains out there who could bring harm to Morty—eviler villains who not only hated the Powerpuff herself, but ones who hated both her and her sisters, and those types of bad guys would go to great lengths to hurt them as possible. Like targeting the one’s they loved.

Morty was glad to hear that Bubbles wasn’t going anywhere tonight, nodding in accidental unison with Ferdie as they both accepted that she was here to stay. Of course they didn’t mind, or they wouldn’t have invited her! The only thing that pulled Morty out of the relative sense of peace that washed over him when Bubbles agreed to stay was what she suggested next—that she was going to tell her sisters what had happened. He groaned again, whined, “Not yet...” And maybe he was being a big old baby, but he was wiped out and on some killer painkillers and just not ready for everyone in the world to know the state he was in. Even if the other two Utonium girls weren’t “everyone in the world,” they were two more people than he thought needed to know immediately after he got his shit rocked. Letting his own family know was bad enough…Besides, this whole mess involved Millie, so he wanted to tell her before everyone else knew what had gone down—and he wasn’t ready to do that yet. He needed a day or two to gather his wits before engaging in that conversation with her, which meant nobody else (besides those on a need-to-know basis like his roommates and family) should hear about it yet.

After begging for him to make love to her, Bubbles allowed herself to finally get lost within the fuzziness and incoherentness of the moment. The only focus she could make was on the way Morty was making her feel. The way he was thrusting within her making the Powerpuff tremble—feeling so good and so right being here with him—The blonde didn’t want this moment to come to an end. For that, she wanted the pace to start off slow as they had all night to completely let loose and go wild, but eventually she asked for him to go faster. His cock was hitting her exactly where she needed him to, the blonde moan excessively through their connected lips. A little slower— Bubbles had asked, prolonging her release just a bit. But as she felt it approaching, Morty went harder and before she knew it, the blonde was clutching so tightly against him, digging her nails against his back, as she climaxed for the second time that night. He followed her soon after, the couple practically coming together. 

Bubbles squealed as Morty rolled them over, her back now pressing against her bed with her boyfriend hovering over her. She stared up at him without an ounce of shame, aware of what she was doing when she decided to brush her hand against the back of his ear and the kind of effect it had on him whenever she did so. His ears were his most sensitive points, a huge turn on whenever they were touched, and so at his warning the blonde simply smirked. “You don’t like it when I touch you there?” She pretended to ask oh-so-innocently, yet the giggle that escaped her lips a second later betrayed her and her true intentions. Bubbles was by no means upset by this turn of events, the implications of Morty's following words of what else he’ll like more than to go home alone and shower making the Powerpuff feel pleased with herself. “Oh yeah? Mind telling me what that is?” She said, fingers curling through the strands of his hair as he buried his face against her neck.

Morty shook his head as she played innocent, like Bubbles didn’t know exactly what she was doing when she targeted his sensitive spot. “I like it too much,” he answered anyway, then kissed her neck as she started playing with his hair. As she addressed his suggestion of showering together, he kept his mouth on her skin, sucking lightly—until his lack of clean clothing was brought back up. He held back a groan at the unwanted inconvenience of the reminder. Now that the thought of fucking Bubbles in the shower was in his mind, he didn’t care about anything else. “I’ll wear the skirt,” he said, voice cracking. At that point, he was clearly just saying anything. (Could anyone blame him?)

Bubbles knew she could’ve stayed within the hospital room with Morty and call for a nurse from there. It had taken a lot for her to get up from the hospital bed and more so for her to leave the room entirely, but with the heavy thoughts she had in mind, stepping out of the room for a few minutes felt like something she needed to clear her head. With everything that came to light within a span of hours, the blonde didn’t know what to think. She still couldn’t believe that Morty purposely got into a fight with Boomer, or the fact that the two of them had been fighting about Millie. But what she really couldn’t wrap her head was the fact that Morty truly never knew how Millie felt about him. For years, it had been so obvious how Millie felt, so she thought it was obvious that he knew too. And with their constant on again and off again relationship, especially with her best friend being the one to go back to their mutual ex, surely Morty would’ve realized? The blonde sighed, catching sight of the nurse who had been tending to her boyfriend earlier standing down the hall. Maybe she shouldn’t dwell too much about all of this. So what if he was now finding out about Millie’s feelings? He had put a stop to being anything more with her back in September, wanting for them to strictly stay as friends. Besides, he was dating Bubbles now. She shouldn’t be worried when he said he wanted to be with her. Right? 

Relieved to hear that he was free to leave the hospital, Morty couldn’t wait to get out of there. Except that he could wait at least a little, until they got a ride, because he didn’t want to go flying again at the moment given his present condition…Although he actually trusted Bubbles to be able to carry him steadily without jostling him around and aggravating his injuries—and such a flight would be way quicker than any other mode of transport—he felt like it was the wind whipping against his bruised and broken skin that would really do him in. Even if a car ride might be a little bumpier than a Powerpuff girl’s shooting-star flight path, it felt like the better choice for now. Morty relaxed into his girlfriend’s soothing touch as she rubbed her thumb against his hand and called for a lift. By the time they got into the car, he actually was feeling tired enough to rest as Bubbles advised him to. Besides, he never would have turned down a chance to lean against her when offered.

Dewey’s smile grew bigger, now excited at the thought of staying with his best friend. Despite that it was due to some not-so-great circumstances, at least there was something positive to look forward to. He was already mentally planning when he could go back to the manor to get some of his things, comforted at the thought that someone in his life truly did want him around. He was so lucky to have a friend like Morty. "This is gonna be awesome!" Dewey held up his dominant hand to signal the start of their best friend's handshake, giving Morty a knowing look.

Morty answered the silent call to start their special handshake, which was objectively a little more convoluted and lengthy than a “handshake” ought to be, but it had suited them for years—it was a perfectly charming tradition, in his opinion. With the conclusion of the shake, he grinned until Dewey answered the question about where he stood with Tiffany currently. That wasn’t ideal news, considering how complicated break-ups could be, but it wasn’t too disheartening. Morty nodded understandingly, assuring his friend, “It’ll be sorted out soon enough. And when it is—let me be the first to say I’m happy for you, man.”

The pumping of his fingers were enough to make her come again, but the blonde wanted nothing more than for him to be inside of her. She couldn’t wait any longer—she needed him now—and after begging Morty of that need, he complied to her wishes. The lost of his fingers made Bubbles feel so empty, a whine ready to escape from the tip of her tongue, only for the blonde to throw her head back as she felt him sinking inside of her. She moaned so loud, the stretch of his cock filling her up so good— so familiar. It’s been so long since she and Morty were last together like this, the last time being when the couple was so young— so inexperienced. They were each other’s first, neither had a single clue on what they were doing, and instead, they let the passion for one another take focus. Even back then being with him had felt so right,….the blonde thought no one else can compare…..and after years of being apart and having slept with other people, she can confidently say that no one else still does.

Hearing Bubbles say she loved him was enough to send Morty’s heart into overdrive. He had wanted to hear those words from her—in this context—for too long. Though the rest of their conversation leading up to this had been virtually equivalent to her expressing that, it still almost felt like a dream when she actually did: too good to be true. She loved him, and not only as a friend (because it was different to know they loved each other when they thought it was only platonic affection flowing between them; this was so much more.) To even hear her say that she had always loved him, it truly didn’t sound real. He didn’t want to doubt her, but he had spent the past five years convinced that Bubbles had never really wanted him like that, and thinking that way was a hard habit to break overnight. Morty couldn’t deny this, though: she wanted him to make love to her, and he wanted nothing more than the same.

“Google?” Emily repeated. She made a mental note to ask Victor later about this Google and how it works, however, she soon got lost in the abundance of images of herself that the young man showed her through his contraption. Emily was at aww. What other sorts of information was there about herself? She wanted to know, yet at the same time, she didn’t want to overwhelm him with many questions— she was overly curious, but she had enough tact to know that she shouldn’t be bombarding the young man all due to her curiosity. Glancing back up at him, the tone of his cheeks had flushed and she smiled yet again at his admission to having a celebrity crush on her. Now that was the sort of information she knew a little about, having gathered the fancy of multiple both back when she was alive and including the Land of the Dead. “That’s adorable. I— Emily would’ve been flattered to hear that you fancied her a little.” She stated, truly meaning it and rectifying her small mishap.

“Had to be—I don’t remember a time I wasn’t interested in acting,” he answered the question, thinking back on his childhood for the inspiration of his passion. Of course, there were times he fancied himself a future zoo-keeper or musician or dancer, but his admiration for his uncle’s and aunt’s acting careers and desire to follow in their footsteps was also deep-rooted. And with musicals, he could at least incorporate two of his other aspirations in with the acting. (As for zoo-keeping, he could still have as many pets as he wanted.) His earliest role on screen was when he was seven, playing Tiny Tim in an adaptation of A Christmas Carol, but even before that he was the lead in his first grade play and putting on his own shows for his family every week after Ferdie would help him come up with a script. He’d say acting was in his blood, if he was actually blood-related to Uncle Mickey.

"Don't treat me like a child." -Morty ( @mortyfields )

Although he complained about being coddled like so, Morty did appreciate the concern from the woman he considered his bonus aunt (despite that they weren’t related by any means.) As far as maternal presences in his life went, he already had two moms of his own and Aunt Minnie to fret over him when he was hurt, so the extra attention from Daisy was somewhat unnecessary, albeit nice. He truly was able to stand and take care of himself, though, which was exactly how he had come to be left alone after days of being monitored by his girlfriend, brother and best friend—whoever was home with him at any given time. He had just convinced them he was adjusted enough to handle being on his own (Bubbles having been the hardest to persuade) but fate itself seemed to intervene by sending Aunt Daisy to his doorstep. She hadn’t even been here to visit him, that was the funniest part! After telling her Dewey wasn’t home, she insisted on coming in anyway, just to sit down and ask what happened to him—which was fair enough, Morty knew he still looked rough. “I, uh…got into a fight,” he said sheepishly, ducking his head. He didn’t know if she’d reprimand him for his foolhardiness or not, but he had nothing to lose by telling the story and hearing how stupid he was again. “You know that Rowdyruff boy Bubbles and Millie both dated? We had a run-in and it ended up…like this. I’m really fine, though, I swear!”

“There’s my superstar!” At the sight of his eldest nephew, Mickey walked up to him before pulling Morty in for a hug. Mindful of his still healing injuries, the man then pulled away and grinned at the younger. He had came to visit his nephew on set during his filming of Heathers, aware that by now all the shoots for the day should have came to an end with everyone wrapping up to start heading out. “How did everything go today? Got to shoot any thrilling scenes this time around?” Mickey then questioned, taking a step back so his nephew could continue freshing up. He was also aware that the filming for the musical was almost coming to an end, the cast only needing a few more scenes to shoot before they can officially wrap up for good. Mickey was excited for Morty, he was excited for Millie too, and he couldn’t wait to see the end results to all his nephew’s and Minnie’s nieces hard work. It’s going to turn out great, he just knew it! “Have you ate anything yet? If not, it’s mine treat!” [ @mortyfields ]

She barely had the chance to slip her fingers within herself when he pulled her hand away, preventing the blonde from touching herself even further. In return, Bubbles once again almost whined, yet the only sound that ended up escaping her mouth was the loud gasp she let out as she felt his tongue pressed against her instead. Automatically, the blonde’s hands gripped onto the strands of Morty’s hair—being attentive enough as to not accidentally use her super strength yet firmly holding him in place as her boyfriend began to fuck her with his tongue. With such vigorous ferocity, he licked and sucked her clit, causing the blonde to try her best to match his pace as she moved her hips. Fuck, with the way he was devouring her, one would have guessed he had been a starving man. Is this how much he missed being with her? Even when he had been sucking her breasts earlier, it was with such fever as if Morty couldn’t hold back any longer now that he finally had the chance to touch her again. Like he needed to devour her now in case he never had the chance to do so ever again. As Bubbles back arched against the bed, pressing herself even more against his touch so that he can reach even deeper inside of her, the Powerpuff moaned. There was going to be more chances. Many of them. 

The way Bubbles tugged him even tighter against her as she finished made Morty groan against her, though he didn’t stop his efforts and let her continue riding his tongue through her orgasm. Her grip on his hair was stronger than her quivering legs, and he was a little grateful she either lacked instinct to crush his head between her thighs like a watermelon when she came, or had just enough presence of mind left not to. As hot as it would be to watch her watch her crush something between her thighs…God, he loved her thighs…He wanted to keep his head, if only so he could keep using it to get her off. Feeling Bubbles come apart under his touch was magical; he wanted more. He wanted her to come as many times as physically possible tonight until they were both too worn out to move another muscle, and then he wanted to do it all again in the morning when they woke up.

She melted into his touch, the feeling of his hand brushing through her hair, to her neck and all the way down to her back relaxing the blonde even more than she was perviously. See, this is why she didn’t want to let him go. Letting him go meant needing to pull away from him, and even while Bubbles knew that she could find herself back within Morty’s arms as soon as she saw him again, she still wondered why bother when they both were perfectly comfortable within each other’s arms now? The blonde wanted to continue pouting, but as he jokey responded back to her suggestion of lending him one of her skirts, she giggled. “Darn— the one I had in mind doesn’t pass that test. Guess you won’t be wearing it out then?” This time Bubbles did pout once again, but only playfully as she pretended to mourn the loss of convincing her boyfriend to wear one of her skirts. Maybe she could get him to wear one if they did so in the bedroom— Morty would look really hot in the skirt she had in mind, the blonde thinking of how good his ass would’ve looked in it if she ever is able to convince him to wear it (and he had a great ass as it is, but with the skirt? Ugh!) but then the thought of getting to take that skirt off of him as they were getting intimate enticed her even more that Bubbles wasn’t so upset anymore. 

For saying that she was choosing option two, Bubbles was certainly acting like she knew there was a secret third option, which involved ditching the date plans entirely and staying here to have the kind of fun that was free and required no reservations…Morty shivered as she grazed the back of his ear. He knew she was teasing him on purpose, but that didn’t mean it didn’t work. “Careful with that,” he warned. “I can think of something I’d like even more…” He kissed her again, then rolled them over so their positions were switched, Bubbles pinned underneath him. She was much better than a five-star dinner as far as he was concerned. He tried to remind himself why a nice date night would be worth missing the hours of fun they could be having if they stayed in, but she had activated his second brain by this point. And he got the sense that she truly wouldn’t mind staying here either—even if the idea of going out was exciting, she had been the one pouting over letting him leave to begin with.

At least she managed to get a small laugh out of him, Millie's body relaxing too despite knowing that the conversation wouldn't be easy moving forward. She had to remember that this was Morty, her first love and the one person she always felt so comfortable around. Even if she was ashamed to tell him what really happened between her and Boomer, just as she had been with Melody, she had to trust that it wouldn't change things between them. She had to face the music whether she liked it or not.

Millie’s shamed reaction to hearing Morty relay what Boomer had called her was exactly why he had struggled so much to get the word out. She looked mortified, hiding her face from him, and it honestly made him wish he had gotten at least another punch in before Boomer took him down. Even without yet knowing the full story, Morty still felt more protective over Millie than suspicious of why Boomer was calling her out—though when she shook her head and said she was sorry, his heart sank wondering if that itself was the answer to his inquiry. She assuaged that doubt shortly, confirming that the two had been broken up when she and Morty had slept together last September, but the tears in her eyes didn’t help to make him feel any better about the situation. Nor did her explanation that she had in fact cheated on Boomer with someone else, and confessed to him that she hadn’t been over Morty when they broke up. That painted their discussion after that last hook-up in a completely different light, and made him feel awful.