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[mortyfields]

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.

“Tiana’s Palace today; Chez Remy next time,” Morty promised, even if Bubbles claimed she wasn’t serious about her desire to go to the fanciest new restaurant in town. He would make it happen for her as soon as he could just because she might kinda wanna go and that was enough for him. He swung her hand in his as they walked back to the car, and opened her door for her before heading to the driver’s seat.

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.”

Shower sex was definitely what Bubbles needed, finding herself feeling refreshed and more in the mood to be going out for a date. Maybe it was because she didn’t need to part from Morty, ultimately their decision to shower together meant the blonde followed along back to his house so he could change into nicer looking clothes for the fancy restaurant she had mentioned in wanting to go to. Speaking of which, of course the place was booked and needed a reservation ahead of time, leaving the couple to now find a new place to go to for their date. Bubbles didn’t mind though, she would happily wait another time to go here. 

“You’re so cute.” The Powerpuff claimed at the pout her boyfriend made. She hovered up to his height so she could cup her hands against his cheeks and press a kiss against Morty’s nose. “Next weekend or next month even— I don’t care, I wasn’t serious about wanting to come here today anyways. But it is sweet of you to try.” Bubbles admitted, kissing his lips before landing back on the ground, entwining her hand with his. ”Tiana’s Place it is then!”

[mortyfields]

“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.

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?” 

[mortyfields]

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?

Perhaps Millie wouldn’t be crying right now if they had never dated to begin with, or if he and Bubbles hadn’t gone out and broken up first; maybe he’d have been able to give his heart completely to Millie and they would have felt right together. Would they still have ended up like this if they had gotten a different start? There was no guarantee, so it was pointless to speculate and stay caught up in the guilt of it. He just hoped that when Millie found someone else to fall even deeper in love with—someone who was nothing like that Rowdyruff boy—they would take better care of her heart than he had.

He took a deep breath and answered her question, “We’re okay. There’s nothing you could do to change that, okay? You’re always going to be one of my best friends.” He squeezed her hand before letting it go to show the tattoo on his wrist. “Ride or die, Millie-Moo.” The use of a childhood nickname he hadn’t called her in years harkened back to the bond they had shared before their dynamic was ever colored by romance, the implication being that they’d overcome this hurdle and their friendship would remain as strong as ever, because it was deeper than falling in and out of love.

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.

Acknowledging that he broke her heart was unexpected, Millie’s eyes meeting his softly with tears still welling in them. She didn’t blame Morty for anything — he couldn’t help who he did or didn’t love. Perhaps he was right… She sniffled, a small “Thanks,” escaping her lips as he handed her a box of tissues. She certainly needed it, using a tissue to wipe her tears and (hopefully) any makeup that might have run down her cheeks. She tried to match his smile, but it didn’t quite reach the same. Regardless, he did help to reassure her. She stayed silent as he continued, placing the tissue box beside her in case she may need it again. 

“You don’t need to apologize..” Millie attempted at first, watching as his gaze left hers. Her heart sank again, gently putting a hand on his shoulder despite the sadness she was feeling — at this point, they both needed some comforting. “It’s okay… I mean, I can’t say that any of this has been easy,” she confessed, her free hand wiping her tears with the tissue again. “... but you didn’t know better. I should’ve … I should’ve been more transparent.” She was always trying to come off strong and composed, as if difficult things could easily slide off her and remain unbothered. She almost always left the sadness and anger to come out behind closed doors. Maybe the truth was that if Millie really did love Morty, she would’ve been able to be honest with him in the first place. Perhaps, in some ways, he had been right in their previous conversation. Ever since she learned about Morty and Bubbles, it was difficult not to question past feelings. “I’m sorry too..” She repeated back, keeping her hand on his shoulder and attempting another smile. Despite all the heartache and the mess of everything, Morty was still an important person in her life. She hoped he knew that. “... So you and I are still okay?”

[mortyfields]

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.

“You can tell them you’re staying over,” Morty said in modification of his protest, to let his girlfriend know that wasn’t the part he was objecting to. “But can you just give it a couple days before explaining why? I’m not ready for everyone to know.” Here he sent a meaningful look at his twin, as well, letting Ferdie know that he better not tell anyone else besides immediate family either. It was unnecessary, Ferdie already realizing he was included in that directive, but Morty didn’t want Bubbles to think he was only imposing the rule on her. It wasn’t her fault—or even Blossom’s in honesty—but how could he trust Buttercup to hear what had happened without either immediately flying out to fight Boomer herself, or telling her best friend what was going on because she and Louie kept nothing from each other (and then the whole Duck family would know.) It was all just too much, too soon. Morty needed a good long rest without having to worry about all that.

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.

As soon as they arrived at his home and her boyfriend suddenly mentioned his twin brother’s name, Bubbles cursed at herself. “Stupid Bubbles! I knew there was something I forgot to do!” She claimed at herself, the blonde realizing how she has yet to inform anyone of what happened today. She had been so overly focused on the fact that Morty had gotten hurt, it completely escaped her that she should have called Ferdie or their moms and tell them what had happened. She should have told him that he had injuries at the very least! “It’s okay, I forgot to text him myself. I’m sorry, I should’ve let him know.” The blonde apologized as the front door was unlocked. She braced herself for whatever freak out Ferdie may have, which ended up with the younger twin noticing the state his brother was in and uttering a ‘the fuck’ at them. Bubbles allowed Morty to explain everything, adding in anything until Ferdie was finally in the know-how of it all. By the time they finished, the couple was resting against the couch, the Powerpuff frowning a little at the mention of their moms. She sure hoped they won’t freak out; she really tried her best to protect Morty as she possibly could.

“If you don’t mind.” Bubbles replied to Ferdie, her hand placing itself once again over Morty’s out of instincts. It’s not like she hasn’t stayed the night at their place before, and she knew that Ferdie really didn’t mind that she stayed, but either way it would ease her mind if she stayed here with Morty. “I don’t think I can leave him just yet.” The blonde admitted, knowing that her mind would only continue to race with even more worries if she did. Sure, she knew the chances of anything else happening was slim if she were to head back home instead, and she did trust that both Ferdie and Dewey could protect Morty just in case, but—“I’ll just shoot both Blossom and Buttercup a text and let them know I’m here.” Not like it was totally necessary as Bubbles was sure her sisters expected for her to have stayed the night at Morty’s anyways. The original planned was for them to go on a date after all. “Actually, I should give them a call. They should know what happened.” She glanced back at her boyfriend, making sure he was all right with her telling her sisters before she did anything.

[mortyfields]

Morty didn’t know when he’d last slept so well. After sleeping with Bubbles all night, he woke up feeling more at peace than he’d been in a long time—although he never felt particularly displeased in life, very content and grateful for all he had on a general basis, this was something else. He shifted in the bed and opened his eyes to see hers already on him. Morty smiled, a quiet chuckle catching in his throat. “G’morning. Are you watching me sleep?” he asked, grabbing her hand that had been gently grazing his skin and holding it against his chest. His heart beat underneath, sure and steady, for her. He was so glad the last night hadn’t just been a hyper-realistic dream. It was real; this was real. And it didn’t seem like Bubbles had changed her mind in the middle of the night considering the way she was laying with him, tracing patterns on his skin and looking for all the world like an angel despite having just woken up herself. “Hot diggity dog, you’re gorgeous.”

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. 

Being gathered into his arms after disposing the condom, Bubbles nuzzled her head against the crook of her boyfriend’s neck, smiling with content as he kissed her. “I love you.” The Powerpuff repeated in a soft yet loving tone, wanting to remind Morty that she meant it when she said those words to him earlier as the tiredness of their love making started to get to her. A second round was definitely in the back of her mind, the blonde sleepily thinking of how he focused so much on her this entire time and so she wanted to return the favor the next round. But they both definitely needed to take a quick power nap first before going at it again. An hour nap and then round two, she thought, shuffling even closer to the brunette before she pressed a small kiss against his collarbone. They have so much of the night left after all~ 

-THE NEXT DAY-

It was around ten in the morning when the blonde found herself waking up. The sunlight peaking through the blinds of the hotel room keeping her from opening her eyes. Instead, she buried her face against the closes thing to her which happened to have been Morty’s chest, for she was still cuddled up close with his arms firmly holding her against him. Still half asleep, Bubbles relaxed at the warm feeling of his body, tempted to fall right back into dreamland until she finally pried her eyes open. There, she glanced up and caught sight of his sleeping face. The blondes heart fluttered. He looked so calm and peaceful. Her blue eyes then began to trial down to all the hickies and marks she had left on him from the night before— a reminder that last night did in fact happen. Biting her bottom lip, she hoped that this meant that everything they said to each other last night was true too. Of Bubbles asking Morty to be her boyfriend again and of their love confessions they made to one another. When he wakes up, he’s not going to regret any of it, would he? Lightly tracing a heart against his chest, the Powerpuff really hoped he wouldn’t. Her actions must have woken him up because a minute later, he moved in his sleep before his gaze caught her own. “Good morning.” 

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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?)

Fortunately for Morty, he didn’t have to end up wearing the skirt. After their fun in the shower, Bubbles admitted that she did have some of his own clothes for him to wear and he put them on for the trip back to his place, where he changed into something nicer for their romantic dinner date. And after all that…they should have called ahead about reservations. Of course he had been too distracted to remember, and the fancy new restaurant was too booked to just walk in and get a table. Now they were quite literally all dressed up with nowhere to go…

“I’m sorry,” he told his girlfriend as they exited the restaurant, pouting apologetically. “Next weekend? We’ll get reservations ahead of time.” But as for right now, where were they going to eat? “I’ll take you to your second choice restaurant tonight!”

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.

The blonde smirked at the suggestion to shower together, a third possibility she had considered when weighing her options on what they should do to get ready for their date, yet one she hadn’t voiced herself. But now that he did it for her, Bubbles once again bit her lip. Guess they weren’t going out on a date after all. She didn’t mind it. “Hmm, I don’t know," She began, twirling his locks between her fingers. “We could shower together, but you don’t have a change of clothes here—” Bubbles teased, going back to the reason that started any of this date planning in the first place. Wrong, there were a few articles of clothing of his she kept within her closet, but for the sake of the bit she feign ignorance. “Although,” the blonde turned her head so that her lips hovered over his ear “if we do shower together, I'm going to need you to fuck me while we’re in there.”

[mortyfields]

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.

It wasn’t until they arrived home that Morty’s brain caught up with his body. “Wait—Ferdie!” he exclaimed, almost jolting alert from the half-asleep state of fogginess he had fallen into during the car ride. The sudden motion of sitting up made him feel sick and achy, and he regretted it immediately, but he had a bigger regret to worry about. He hadn’t warned his brother of the state he was in and they were home now, Bubbles gently trying to wake him to get out of the car. He was just going to walk in like this and scare the daylights out of his twin. “I didn’t text Ferdie,” he complained to Bubbles as he followed her out of the cab and to the door. “He’s gonna freak out…” Ferdie’s ‘freak-out’ looked like this: when they entered the apartment, he said, “What—beg your pardon—the fuck?” After being told exactly what had happened to leave Morty looking like he’d gotten steamrolled, he gave his brother a sympathetic pat on the back and asked, “Did you tell our moms?”

Morty groaned. “Can you? They’re gonna freak out…” He fell back onto leaning against Bubbles, now on the couch instead of the backseat of a car, finding a position to snuggle her in that hurt the least. Ferdie drafted a message to send in their family group chat, worded as to worry their mothers the least. “Ma’s probably going to be proud of you for standing up for your values,” Ferdie muttered as he sent the text. “And Mom’s going to have a heart attack,” Morty replied, in a tone that suggested he didn’t think all this was even that big of a deal, but knew that his family would feel otherwise. “Bets on how many pies Aunt Minnie is gonna bake you?” Ferdie challenged, letting Bubbles into the conversation by flashing her a smile and then an invitation. “Are you gonna stay with him tonight?” Morty squeezed her knee where his good hand rested in a silent suggestion.

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? 

It didn’t take the Powerpuff long to figure out if Morty could be discharged or not, and when the nurse informed her that he could, her expression immediately brightened. She made her way back to his hospital room, and at the sight of her boyfriend perking up when the blonde walked in, she couldn’t help but smile. She really shouldn’t be worrying about such trivial things right now, she thought, taking her place back next to him. With the way he instantly reached for her despite his injuries, the blonde curled her fingers around his before nodding. “Yeah, we can go.” Bubbles replied. She then laughed at his following comment, thinking of how if she were to fly him back home, the two of them would arrive there quicker compared to calling for a ride. But carrying him earlier with the injuries he sustained was terrifying enough, the Powerpuff being afraid that she would accidentally hurt him even more as she flew. And though fortunately, none of his injuries were as severe, including the small one on the back of his head, calling for a ride to take them home sounded like a much better idea. “Calling for a ride would be best.” Bubbles said, gently rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand as she pulled out her phone with her free hand. She dialed for an lift, being told that one will arrive to the hospital soon, and within ten minutes later, their ride was here. It didn’t take much time for them to get inside the car, the blonde making sure to help her boyfriend before coaxing him to rest himself against her as the car drove off towards his home. “Try and rest until we get there. I’ll wake you up when we do.” 

[mortyfields]

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.”

He was confident that anyone would be lucky to be with Dewey, so as soon as Tiffany had herself settled and was ready to go for it with him, they would be flying. And Morty doubted it would take all that long, since the girl had already decided to leave her boyfriend before any fighting broke out; surely something like that would only cement her choice, not change it. Of course the details (of who started the fight and how violent it got) mattered to some extent, but there was little chance of the ex-boyfriend coming out a winner—even if he had physically won. Fighting over a girl you already lost was just ridiculous fool behavior. That clown definitely wasn’t worth another thought, so back to worthier topics: “When are you gonna go back to pack some of your stuff? Do you want me to come with you?”

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.

The mention of Tiffany brought another smile to his lips, though this time not as confident. “Yeah. Sort of… When we kissed, it was before I ran into Randy,” Dewey clarified, surprisingly uncertain about what would happen next. It was the nagging feeling in the back of his mind that nothing seemed to go his way lately — he hated that he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the few people left on his side (like Morty and Tiffany) to start turning against him too. What if she became upset about the fight? What if Randy twisted the story and convinced her to stay with him? A lot could happen in a short time of them talking... Dewey tried his best not to overthink it. “I’m giving her some space for now,” he continued with a shrug. “She was pretty upset when I saw her, and I don't want to rush things, you know?”

[mortyfields]

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.

He gladly obliged with her wish—not fucking her, not having sex, but making love to his girlfriend—showing his utter devotion to her physically, putting all the adoration he’d saved up for her into it. Morty let her choose the pace, speeding up when she wanted it faster, slowing down when she needed to and going harder once she approached her second climax. He wanted her to finish again first, before (finally, blessedly, life-changingly) following her over the edge. After throwing the condom out, he collapsed back next to Bubbles, pulling her into his arms to snuggle and kissing her head. He didn’t know if she had still planned to go home tonight after this, but they had the room until the next day and Morty didn’t want to leave. Ever. He would stay here in this moment with her forever if possible—but if not, one night would have to suffice.

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.

“I love you too” She said to him back, head all so fuzzy for her to be thinking clearly, yet she completely meant it. She loved him too— god, did she love him. Bubbles returned the kiss with so much fever, holding Morty close and moaning as she tasted herself on his lips.  “I’ve always loved you,” The blonde confessed, wrapping her legs around his waist and gasping as she felt him slide into her even deeper. She wanted to say how she fell for him soon after they both started dating. How easy it was for her to want him in her life as a romantic partner. Forever and always. How she felt like she was meant to be with him despite being created to fight and protect all, not just the ones she loved. But how Bubbles knew now more than ever that she will fight to protect and keep this love she has with Morty. Yet the blonde couldn’t utter all of these words, so focused on him….so focused on this. “Make love to me.” she begged once again, about to go insane if he didn’t start moving.

[mortyfields]

“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.

When Emily introduced herself, his brows raised in surprise. “No way,” he replied, just in the way of someone hearing something unexpected, not because he actually disbelieved her when she told him her name. She could indeed be joking and trying to get a reaction out of him, but she seemed too genuine to doubt. Even so, he was stunned to learn that somebody who looked so much like the long-gone actress had the same name as well. It wasn’t as if Emily was that uncommon of a name, but still…“Reincarnation is the only explanation,” Morty said, mostly joking. Mostly. It was kind of a crazy coincidence, and magic did exist, and he didn’t really know what he believed about life after death, but he wasn’t going to jump to such conclusions when simpler explanations existed: Emily happened to look like Emily, because that was a thing that could happen. "Really, though, you could play her in a biopic. Have you ever thought of getting into acting?"

“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.

“They are? So it was from them where you developed the passion for the arts then?” She commented, not taking the credit to being the reason he grew to love acting. It was a pleasant thought to think that she helped inspire him, but there was something she found so fondly about developing a passion from watching a loved one be so passionate about it themselves. Emily was now starting to get curious on what kind of work his aunt and uncle did, and for that matter, what kind of work was he in. However, she realized that he knew her name (though he did not realized she was the Emily he was referring to) but she did not know his. And as if he was a mind reader, the young man placed his contraption away and held out his hand, introducing himself as Morty to her. Oh, should she give him her own name in return? Her actual name? With a slight tilt of the head, the former bride thought it over for a few seconds before smiling once more. “Likewise, Morty.” She grasp his hand and shook it. “Would you believe if I say my name is Emily as well?” 

[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!”

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

“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?”  

[mortyfields]

Morty beamed at the arrival of his uncle, hugging him back as tightly as his injuries allowed. (His bruised abdomen was still sore, but at least his face had cleared up by the time filming started, or the makeup department would have had to work harder to cover up his real injuries just to add the fake ones in the right places.) It looked like Morty wasn’t the only one on set excited to see Mickey Mouse show up, but the actual superstar only had eyes for his nephew, coming straight to him to ask how filming went. It had definitely been an exciting day, shooting one of the more complex scenes filmography-wise. “We filmed Fight For Me. It took about a million takes, so hopefully we got everything they need. We definitely got some content for the blooper reel!” Having changed out of his costume and washed up in his trailer already, Morty was just about ready to head out. “I’m starving,” he answered, definitely exaggerating because why wouldn’t he ham it up when his uncle was offering? Craft services on set were good, but dining out was better. “Where are we going?”

“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 ]

[mortyfields]

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.

He finally pulled his mouth away to avoid overstimulating her clit after her orgasm, instead pumping his fingers inside her and almost losing his mind as he felt how wet she was inside. He told her quickly that he was ready whenever she was and thank god she said now. Morty didn’t want to wait any longer than she did, wasting no time in replacing his fingers with his cock and sucking her sweet juices off them at the same moment. Bubbles was the human embodiment of sugar and he had a sweet tooth for her only. He moaned again as he finally sank into her heat. He had dreamed of how it felt, but thought his memory might be exaggerating how good it was because she had been his first and he’d had nothing to compare that to the last time they were together. He’d slept with other people since then, but this…It felt like the first time again. It didn’t feel like this with anyone else. Like he was at home inside her, filling her. If it weren’t for knowing that her creation had nothing to do with him, he would have sworn she was made just for him. “I love you,” came flying out of his mouth before he could even think to catch it. They hadn’t said those three words while getting back together, but every other feeling they’d expressed had been tantamount to the same thing. He kissed her and said it again, “I love you.”

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. 

“Right there!” Grip tightening, she rolled her hips even more. She could feel herself about to come, the attention and stimulation she was getting from his tongue driving the blonde crazy, and yet she didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t stop. As much as she wanted nothing more than to pull Morty’s mouth away from her so that she can finally have him inside of her, Bubbles release was so close that she’ll be damned if she got him to stop right now. And it was about a minute later after having that thought was when the blonde had came, thighs shaking against him as she pulled onto his hair even tighter before letting go. “Fuck.” She let out with a heavy breath, watching with half-lidded eyes as he pulled away from her, only to have his fingers replace his tongue from inside of her. “Now—” Bubbles moaned out. “I want you inside of me now! Please. Don’t make me wait any longer.” 

[mortyfields]

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.

“What if we shower together?” he suggested. “Just to save water, no other reason…” Morty tried to hide his lying smile by burying his face in her neck, then nuzzled in while he was there. She always smelled good, even when she hadn’t showered yet either. Was that because she was just special, or because he was ridiculously attracted to her? Whatever the case, he was happy to be here, disgustingly in love with his girlfriend. If she ended up kicking him out so they could get actually ready and go on a date, that would be okay too, but he’d have to try to go as quickly as possible to shorten their separation.

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. 

Biting her bottom lip, she tilted her head up and kissed him once more. “You’re the best!” She said once she pulled away. Bubbles actually didn’t mind where the two of them went— merely wanting to continue to spend the rest of her day with Morty, be it here on her bed at her home, or out at some fancy restaurant, she didn’t care. They didn’t even need to go to a place that was fancy, they could go out for a walk at the part for all she cared, and the blonde would still be happy and enjoy herself as long as she was doing it with her boyfriend. Agreeing to go out on a date did meant that they will have to finally get up from her bed, realizing that much had the Powerpuff tightening her hold around him as sat them both up, her on comfortable on his lap. “Hmm,” Resting her forehead against his, she closed her eyes and thought. It was tempting to pick the first choice because that way they wouldn’t be wasting too much time away from each other. But if she picked the first option, Bubbles knew she wouldn’t be able to contain herself from dragging Morty inside the shower with her if she had him wait. And her getting dressed with him here? Forget about it! They really wouldn’t be leaving her bedroom then! “Choice number one is very tempting.” The blonde confessed, reopening her eyes and glancing back at him. “But I’ll go with the second one instead— if I kept you here waiting for me, I’m not sure what I’ll do and I know you want to shower and get changed.” Yet despite her words, she gently brushed a hand against the back of his ear, a mischievous glint within her eye.

[mortyfields]

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.

While learning that Millie had cheated on her ex was unexpected—for whatever faults she may have had, Morty had never thought of her as disloyal—it couldn’t completely change the way he saw her. He had enough faith in her to recognize how remorseful she felt over everything, so there was no use making her feel even worse than she already did. All he could tell her was, “It’s not your fault.” Well, the cheating was, but…Much like Bubbles had done in the aftermath of the fight, Millie was blaming herself for how it had all gone down, but neither of them were responsible for anybody’s actions but their own. Sure, the Rowdyruff boy might never have picked a fight with him if things had happened differently in the past, but it was still entirely his choice to provoke Morty—and Morty himself was responsible for rising to the bait. Neither of their mutual exes were at fault for this altercation just because they’d broken Boomer’s heart. As a matter of fact…

“If you’re to blame for breaking his heart, then I’m to blame for breaking yours, huh? That’s his reasoning for provoking me—I don’t like it. So unless you think it’s my fault, then it’s not yours either. Okay?” He reached for the tissue box on the end table to pass to Millie so she could dry her tears, offering a wry smile along with it to indicate that this wasn’t all too serious. Of course it was serious, but it could still be fixed. He wanted her to feel that. And he hated seeing her cry, though he feared her tears might keep coming as they continued the conversation; there was still more he had to say, as uncomfortable as it would be. “I’m sorry, too, for what it’s worth…” he started, avoiding eye contact again partially so she didn’t feel observed while crying, but also partially because he felt guilty. “Mills, I wanted us to be honest with each other, but I didn’t really give you a chance to say how you were feeling, did I? I just decided what I thought we both felt.” The hardest part to say aloud was that even though he was sorry for not hearing her out first, it wouldn’t have changed anything if he had. Knowing that she still had feelings for him wouldn’t have convinced him that they were right for each other. “I’m sorry.”

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.

The first thing he said was sadly true, and Millie managed to keep her expression neutral, waiting to hear the rest. Though she couldn't speak on behalf of her best friend, it all seemed to add up now that Bubbles and Morty were officially together. As he hesitantly continued, Millie's expression shifted, the word slut sounding so strange coming from him. Millie was humiliated upon hearing this, instinctively bringing her legs up on the couch so she could hug her knees in shame. "Oh god..." she muttered, hiding her face from him like she had with her sister. Obviously, Morty had little context to work with, which seemed to be Boomer's thing — he'd also left out details when running into Melody, leaving her to conclude the same that Millie cheated with Morty. What was even worse was that this was the reason for the fight. It was sweet of Morty to defend her, but all she could think about was how this was her fault. She felt like a monster.

Finally, though not yet meeting his gaze, the brunette shook her head. She had intended to keep herself together, but already she was fighting tears — angry tears because she was mad at herself, and sad tears because she felt awful by what came of it all. How could her love for Morty crash and burn so terribly like this? She never meant for anyone to get hurt. "I'm so sorry Morty," she finally forced out, followed by a shaky breath.

Millie slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze, and her eyes welled with tears. "We were broken up the last time," she reassured him as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "But ... I did cheat on Boomer, with someone else." His brother. Her gaze dropped to the floor, knowing that probably left Morty more confused. Millie hated that she had to keep going, but he deserved the details after defending her. "... When we broke up, it did come up that I still wasn't over you... If I had known he would hold a grudge and come after you, I never would've told him —" Millie shook her head, stopping as she realized that tears were falling down her cheeks. She quickly brought a hand up to wipe them away. "I'm sorry. I should've told you the truth before, but..." I didn't want you to think I was a slut too. She didn't say that aloud, sniffling as she quietly wiped her tears again.

[mortyfields]

“Yeah, I will…” The idea of apologizing to Millie felt daunting, even as Morty agreed that it would probably be for the best. It was just…What was he supposed to say? When the time came, he knew he would think of something, but would it be the right thing, or would he just end up putting his foot in his mouth again and making everything worse? It would make him feel like such an ass to prompt Millie into a conversation about the time he’d basically rejected her—if it was really true she’d still had feelings for him then—even if it was to apologize. Was reopening old wounds the right way to redress them? He had to talk to her about Boomer after all this anyway, so perhaps there was no way to avoid opening the wounds; while they were already there, Morty would try to make things right. Whatever that looked like. He couldn’t give Millie anything more than the same promise of friendship he had made her last September, but hopefully showing that he still cared about her feelings was worth something. At least, he thought with a shred of dry humor, he was still a better ex-boyfriend than Boomer Jojo. Though the competition wasn’t very fierce in that regard.

Morty sighed as Bubbles stood to leave the room. Even if he’d asked when he could get out of here, he didn’t want her to leave his side. Couldn’t they press the call button for a nurse to come in and ask if he was free to go yet? But the sooner she found out if he was released the sooner he could get back home and rest, so he didn’t stop her on her way out, closing his eyes after she disappeared through the doorway to block out the harsh hospital lights. When he heard her returning, he perked up and tried not to look too damaged, brightening for real at the look on her face that told him he had good news. “We can go?” He sat up, careful of his injuries now, and reached for Bubbles’ hand again. “Should I call a ride or are you gonna carry me again?” he joked. While it wasn’t the first time she had carried him in her arms like that to take him home—the first being when he’d gotten too drunk with castmates after a show—they didn’t make a habit of using her flight as a method of transportation for the two of them. This situation had been an emergency, he supposed, getting to the hospital, but leaving it didn’t require the same haste. Morty really wouldn’t have minded flying with Bubbles any other time, but with his injuries, he was kind of hoping for an easy car ride home.

Bubbles wasn’t sure if she could agree with him on that. As far as she knew, all of this was her fault and more. If she never had agreed to date Boomer, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten as jealous as he did. Maybe he wouldn’t have felt the need to instigate things with Morty because by not dating him, he wouldn’t have known that Morty was the ex she couldn’t get over. Maybe by never dating Boomer, he wouldn’t have even dated Millie— although not believing that the only reason the blonde Rowdyruff had gone and dated her best friend because of Millie’s connection to her, it also wouldn’t have been such a stretch to think that maybe because Boomer knew of their friendship, he went after her best friend too. However, it was on him for getting burned in that relationship as well, Bubbles not having a single clue on what happened that caused the breakup between her ex and her best friend. She always assumed that it was because Millie had gotten bored with Boomer and because he wasn’t Morty. The fact that Millie and Morty had gotten together again not long after her breakup with the Rowdyruff only proving this fact, as well as cycling back to the reason of why any of this had happened in the first place. So, yeah— The Powerpuff felt at fault, and that wasn’t even the tip of the surface in all of this. 

Morty wasn’t the only one confused about what Boomer said about Millie, Bubbles was too. Only from her perspective, it was more along the lines of how she couldn’t believe she thought her best friend had gotten over Morty so easily. At the time she had confessed to dating him, the blonde had been bracing herself for what Millie’s reaction would be because she knew over anyone else, Millie was the one who had a reason to not accept them as a couple. Her friend always had romantic feelings for him, her crush on Morty being so evident even long before Bubbles herself realized how she felt for him, that she thought everyone knew how Millie felt. Not so many of their friends had been surprised once the two came out as dating, nor was it shocking that they both kept on going back to each other no matter how many times they’ve broken up. In fact, Morty and Millie got back together so many times, sometimes it’s hard for the blonde to believe that she had been the one he’s been so hung up on when it’s been clear since day one how in love with him Millie was. So, to hear what Morty say that he thought she felt the same way he did, going as far as to tell Millie how they loved each other but weren’t in love with each other, the blonde sighed. She didn’t have to imagine the heartbreak the actress felt once he told her that, the Powerpuff’s own heart hurting for her best friend. Did he say it because of her? Her boyfriend had said that conversation happened back in September, which was only a month before the ball— Morty hadn’t known that Bubbles felt the same as he did at the time, so he couldn’t have said it because of her? Then why? “Sounds like you might need to apologize to her soon about that.” She replied, being vague on what she meant. And maybe she’ll need to do some apologizing to Millie herself. But what else can she say? Sorry I fell in love with Morty and sorry he fell in love with me instead of you? I’m sure you’ll find someone soon, so please get over him? That would be so cruel to say, and it’s not like she purposely tried to steal Morty away from Millie. Was she at fault that he never wanted to get over her instead?

But now there was a new revelation in her head— Morty never realized how Millie felt all along. Despite all his years of being together with her, It took Boomer mentioning it for him realized that Millie may not have felt the way he did. But that also didn’t make any sense to her? If he didn’t know that Millie had romantic feelings for him, then why did he date her over and over again throughout all these years? It took the two of them admitting to wanting each other still for them to confess that they still had feelings for each other. Wouldn’t that had been the same with him and Millie? No way would Millie have never confessed how she truly felt for Morty, not with how long she’s liked him. And yet? This whole situation was becoming even more confusing by the second and more questions was running through Bubbles mind the longer she thought about it. If Morty never loved Millie the way she loved him, why was it hearing Boomer talk about her be the main reason that caused him to snap? If Bubbles hadn’t been the main reason for her ex targeting him and it was Millie instead— How did he know what to say to edge Morty on? If being called a slut was the only reason he needed to throw that punch, would her boyfriend had done the same if her ex had called her the slut instead? Or maybe— maybe there were feelings for Millie that he wasn’t being honest with her about because he assumed that Millie was just like the rest of his exes who never was as hung up over him once they broke up. But now his head was swarming with questions about her, he was starting to realize that maybe what he said to Millie wasn’t as true as he thought, and in fact she may actually have feelings for him. “It’s okay, a lot happened at once.” Bubbles replied, feeling her heart constrict within her chest. She then smiled at him in return, reaching over to run her fingers through his hair as Morty tried to relax against the hospital bed. “Let me see if the doctor says its okay for you to leave and I’ll get you out of here if it’s a ‘yes.’ If not, tomorrow hopefully.” The blonde replied, placing a gentle kiss against his cheek before standing up from the bed. 

[mortyfields]

Having to answer the door was like being ripped away from the dinner table when you were seconds away from feasting. He was back to the bed as quickly as possible, only to find his food playing with itself. “Tch, that’s my job,” Morty chastised Bubbles, pulling her hands away from where she was touching herself and replacing her fingers with his tongue to finish what he started earlier. He was done with teasing and going slow and he was pretty sure she was, too. She wanted release and he wanted to give it to her; he especially wanted to get her off first because he wasn’t sure he would last more than two seconds once he was actually inside her. He’d wanted this for too long and been pent up enough by their foreplay tonight—but if he could make her come first, he wouldn’t feel too bad about finishing quickly and then going for a longer round two once he regained his stamina. Morty focused the majority of his attention on her clit, licking and sucking on the sensitive nub, while he used his hands to free his cock once again and to unwrap and roll on a condom. He couldn’t resist pumping himself a few times as he did so, but then he went back to worshipping at the altar of his girlfriend’s body, using his fingers to stimulate her so he could pull away and say, “Whenever you’re ready. Whatever you want.”

The thought of everyone knowing that she was his made her heart swoon. That meant everyone will know he was hers in return, and that was the kind of news she couldn’t wait for others to find out. This goes to show that Bubbles truly was over the idea of them being a secret, the realization that not only will their family and friends know that they’re dating, but also any bad guys she and her sisters fought against will eventually find out as well. And though that was a fear she wasn’t looking forward to seeing come true, it was a risk the Powerpuff was willing to take. Because she was in love with him. And being with Morty made the blonde the most happiest, so if that meant she will have to fight and protect the man she loves in order for them to be freely happy together— so be it. But for now, there wasn’t any reason for her to fear, the blonde’s sole focus being on picking the mood back from where they were before as she continued to kiss him. They broke apart only so he could make that call for the condoms, Bubbles allowing the covers to fall off of her in the meantime as she no longer felt shameful of how exposed she was to him. If anything, she was back on the notion of Morty being way too dressed still for her taste, the blonde tugging on one of the hooks of his pants as he finished making the call.

Her hands were back on him the second he placed the phone down. She intended to continue back from where she left off merely minutes ago when she had her hand around his cock, but just as the blonde was about to slip her hand back inside his boxers, he caught her wrist, stopping her. Bubbles almost whined, but as he guided her to lay back against the bed, her eyes blew wide as she stared up at him. She soon then became plaint against him as Morty kissed her on the lips, then her jaw, her neck, and all the way down her body. His kisses were so gentle, a complete one-eighty from earlier where marks were left behind. Only, he was still marking her, but it wasn’t just the mark of the carnal desire they have for one another, but also the mark of the love and feelings they felt as well. She sucked in a sharp breath as her final piece of clothing was slipped off of her, leaving the blonde completely bare as she laid there under his heated gaze. Bubbles held his gaze, waiting with anticipation of what he’ll do next, only for the Powerpuff to actually let out a whine when a knock was heard at the door. He was away from her for only a minute as he got up to grab the condoms, but that was a minute too long and in her impatience, she spread her legs, trailed her hands down and started to rub her fingers against her pussy. And as Morty came back to the bed, she looked up at him with a pleaded gaze, wanting— no, needing him to do something.