Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me, and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 3: Animal - Neon Trees
Around and around they went.
Butch and Buttercup couldn't stand each other sometimes, and yet they couldn't stand to not be near each other. It was an… Interesting dynamic they had together.
The two were close – more than friends, but not yet official, instead opting to linger in the gray area that existed in-between friendship and intimacy – and had been for close to two years.
Buttercup allowed herself to sneak a glance a at the abnormally tall male sitting next to her. He caught her glance and held it, sending a torrent of conflicting emotions through the dark-haired teen.
He wanted to be more then friends. She wasn't sure what she wanted. (But if she was honest with herself, she could say that she wanted it too.)
But she didn't know for sure, and so they went around in circles. Again, and again, like a never-ending loop.
Talk – fight – kiss – sex – repeat.
They were like wild animals.
There were times when the tension was so bad that neither could stand it. One minute they would get into violent fights that would draw blood, and the next they would be making out ferociously on the bathroom floor – or where ever the hell they happened to be.
It was a vicious, seemingly unbreakable cycle. And neither of them could get out of it. Or maybe they just didn't want to get out of it. It was hard to tell.
"What are you waiting for?" Butch asked her one evening. They were sitting outside on Buttercup's back deck, staring up at the moon, in a rare moment of calm between them.
She shrugged because honestly, she didn't know.
Instead of answering, she kissed him hard, and he responded back with just as much vigor.
She knew it wasn't fair; what she was doing to him. But she couldn't help it. She didn't want to hurt him. Most importantly, she didn't want to hurt herself.
But it was hard, seeing how the ink haired man had – without her noticing – stolen her heart.
Whether he knew that fact or not he never let on, but he didn't have to. (Because secretly he had figured it out a long time ago.)
Without breaking their lip lock, Buttercup dragged him toward her bedroom and he followed her without any resistance, shutting the door behind them – Once again, starting the cycle that they had allowed themselves to fall into.
The wild animals they kept caged inside themselves came alive and ravaged each other, and they were both powerless to stop it
Around and around they went.
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XxX
Oh, oh
I want some more
Oh, oh
What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight