#morty1

It wasn’t uncommon for the twins to leave the Mystery Shack after dark, sometimes staying late after working a short shift and talking to Soos. Despite that Dipper was such a skeptic, he was also intrigued by the woods at night and the mysteries they held. You never knew what you’d stumble upon in Destiny Isle after all. Tonight proved just that as the twins left the shack and a mysterious green portal magically appeared nearby. Dipper stopped in his tracks, putting his arm in front of his sister to stop her as well since she seemed to be distracted by their previous conversation. “Mabel, are you seeing this?!” He quickly interrupted her, staying put with wide eyes as he watched someone emerge from the portal. It disappeared as soon as the person stepped out of it, someone who appeared to be close to their age and carrying a backpack and …. a gun of some sort? Dipper didn’t move his arm away from the front of Mabel, feeling protective despite his curiosity. 

“Oh shush,” The woman began, placing a gentle hand against Morty’s shoulder and pushing him back so he was laying back against the couch. Daisy had decided to take a visit to the Fields twins apartment. At first, the intention was to go and check on Dewey, make sure he was doing alright now that the boy hasn’t been living at home for the past couple of weeks. But once she arrived, she found that Donald’s nephew wasn’t at home, in fact, no one else was outside outside of one of them— Morty. Now, it wouldn’t have bothered the designer as much to not have caught Dewey in time, she could always give him a call later on if she wanted. However, at the sight of the eldest Fields boy and the bandages he had on wrapped around his person, the woman couldn’t help but gasp. Without uttering another word, she let herself in and once the door was closed behind her, Daisy immediately dragged Morty towards the couch. At his claims for her to not treat him as a child, all that did was cause her to roll her eyes where she then shushed him for it. “I’m not trying to treat you like a child, I’m merely worried.” She elaborated, looking at him with concerned. “Morty, what happened?”  

Instead of saying anything in return, Fawn snorted before shooting Morty a knowing look. As his recently turned ex-girlfriend yet still date for the night, one would think that after noticing the amount of times his eyes would stray away and stare at a certain dressed in blue and blonde haired girl, that it would annoy Fawn since he wasn’t paying much attention to her. If anything, the brunette should’ve maybe even been kind of jealous that he was looking at another girl who wasn’t her. And yet— there was no jealous feelings there. That was more Tink’s kind of brand anyways, even though she can admit that it was kind of annoying with how many times Morty had gotten distracted since arriving to the ball. Almost as if he wished he had asked her to be his date for the this masquerade ball rather than agreeing to come here as friends with Fawn. Why he didn’t do so, she wasn’t about to question it, but what the brunette will do is say this to him. “You’ve been staring at her the entire night.” She commented, now smirking at him. “I think everyone here can see how transparent you’re being right now. Which leaves me to say— go talk to her! You look like you’ve been dying to anyways.” ( @mortyfields )

When she first received that text from him about how he was at some random bar and needed help getting home, Bubbles assumed that maybe Morty hadn’t meant to text her. He couldn't be texting her this late at night! Not when he had other people he could’ve messaged. Like his twin! Or better yet, like his current girlfriend! But then another message popped up on the screen of her phone, him asking once again while saying how drunk he currently was and how he can’t drive back home without getting into some kind of car wreckage. Bubbles stared at those messages for another minute before she let out a soft sigh. Well, if he was asking for her help then— she was out the door without a second thought. Tracking Morty through his location, the brunette found that he was at a nearby bar a few blocks away, and so after a few minutes of walking, she made it and walked through the bar’s entrance. There, she spotted him trying to catch the bartender’s attention, asking for another drink until Bubbles made her way towards him. Placing one hand on his shoulder and using the other to turn his head so he was facing her, the brunette examined his current state. Her eyes soften before she shook her head.

“Come on, let's get you home.” She claimed, sliding her hand down his arm so her hand can grasp his, tugging Morty off from the stole he sat on and making her way back towards the bar’s exit. But once they made it outside, he claimed to not being able to walk anymore and how she needed to carry him. At that, Bubbles rolled her eyes and yet she lightly smirked at him. “Oh yeah? And how do you want me to carry you? Want to hop on my back or should we go the classic princess bride style?” ( @mortyfields )

“Seriously?! What’s so confusing about dramatic Sky Pirates?” The blonde asked, coming to a sudden halt in her story when Morty admitted to not understanding anything she was saying. Webby had thought she was doing a fine job in her retelling of the events that had happened back when she and the boys first met Don Kernage and his Sky Priate Crew. Especially when her story consist of how much into theatrics Don Kernage was, which if anything, she had figured would’ve caught Morty’s interest the most since he was pursuing acting himself. “What? You don’t believe there is such a thing as pirates who rule the sky instead of the sea? Because if you don’t, than just go and ask Dewey and he will tell you! He was the one who met them and has first hand personal experience with even becoming their new captain for a short while!” ( @mortyfields ) 

Taking in a deep breath, Sophie was this close to casting a spell on this guy in order to make him finally go away. Like, how many times does she need to tell him that she wasn’t going to give him her number, and to please leave her alone, before he finally get’s the hint that she seriously was not interested??? More than three times apparently. All the brunette wanted was to order her pumpkin spiced mocha and just go, but of course with it being the first day of October, making it officially autumn season and the start of any pumpkin related drinks being sold, it wasn’t surprising how crowded the Lucky Cat Cafe was at this early in the morning. The line ended just by the front door, and if it weren’t for the fact that the Lucky Cat made her favorite drink the best (plus whatever special treats the owner had decided to whip up for the halloween season), Sophie would have turned around and gone somewhere else by now. But the wait in line would have been worth it— if it weren’t for the annoying guy behind her. “Come on, gorgeous. give me your number and let me take you out sometime?.” Said the guy once more as the brunette balled her fist. She knew she shouldn’t. Marnie would berate her if she found out that she did, but one measly spell wouldn’t hurt now wouldn’t it? With a specific spell in mind, a grin was about to make it’s way onto her face until she heard a familiar voice interrupting them.

“He was, actually.” Sophie admitted, feeling glad to see Morty’s face. “For some reason he won’t take “no” as an answer even when I’ve said it repeatedly that I wasn’t going to give my number. And this is, what? The  fourth time he’s asked for it?” ( @mortyfields )