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.
*This may or may not have been inspired from a conversation that Carriedreamer and I had.
Track 22: Curse of Curves – Cute Is What We Aim For
It was just her luck, Buttercup figured – that she had to be the sister with the bigger assets.
It didn't bother her that she had a slightly more predominant chest then her sisters did. Or that she had a toned rear from all of the exercise that she did – it was the unwanted the attention that came along with it.
The whistles and cat-calls that she got every time she changed into her work-out gear and worked out in the gym were a little irritating from time to time, and could sometimes be a little off-putting depending on the caller.
She had curves in all the right places from all the sports she did, and other guys were not afraid to comment on it.
That included Butch Jojo.
She remembered the first time he had glanced over to see her in her work out gear, and his mouth had comedically dropped open in amazement at her figure.
"Dude." He had gasped. "Buttercup, where the hell did this come from?" gesturing to her figure. "You are one hot mama-"
"Shut the hell up Butch!" she had shrieked back, red in the face from his sudden comment. But that was not the last time she would hear remarks like that from him.
And he wasn't the only one who commented on her curves.
She had the whole male side of the athletic department after her. She wasn't blind, she knew that they wanted her, and that knowledge did come in handy at times – they were an easy bunch to manipulate. All she had to do was flick her hair and give a teasing shake of her hips and they were putty in her hands. But some of them… some of them got out of line.
Today was one such day.
She had been in the gym, putting away some of the equipment from her class, when she felt a presence behind her. A low whistle cut though the air, and she bit back a groan as she turned around slowly, crossing her arms as she was met with the broad figure of a jock – whom she faintly recognized to be from Butch's football team.
She quirked an eyebrow at the boy. "Can I help you?" she asked sarcastically. The jock grinned unpleasantly as he eyed her up and down, before his eyes came to rest on her lower half.
Buttercup flinched as an unwelcome look entered the boy's eyes, and she instinctively knew he was going to make some sort of lewd comment.
She hated when they did. It made her feel seven different kinds of uncomfortable – not to mention their pick-up lines where simply awful.
"Where have you been hiding that ass? Damn baby-"
"Hey."
A deep, guttural growl echoed from behind the brainless caveman, that made him to break out into a cold sweat, and her own eyes to widen in surprise.
Peering past the boy, she was met with Butch's livid green eyes, that were currently drilling holes into the back of the offending jock.
"Y-yeah man?" the jock shakily asked the clearly pissed off Rowdyruff – only to get grabbed by the collar of his shirt.
"Step off. Don't talk to her like she's piece of meat." Butch rumbled as he dragged the boy closer to his face. "If I see you doing it again, I won't hesitate to throw you through a wall. Clear?" He didn't leave any room for debate.
The jock nodded shakily and Butch released him. "Now beat it." the boy didn't have to be told twice, and he all but bolted out of the gym, leaving the Green's alone.
Buttercup stared at him, shocked by the sudden change in his behavior. Normally he would be cat-calling her, or making a lewd comment or two of his own – and yet, he had just told off another boy for doing the exact same thing. It was completely backwards.
"What was that all about?" she asked him hesitantly. He shrugged. "Dunno. He was making you uncomfortable. It bothered me."
It struck her then, that Butch could actually be a gentleman when he wanted to be.
She gave him a half smile. "Thanks man."
"You know, he was right about one thing." She quirked an eyebrow, signaling for him to tell. He smirked devilishly.
"You do have a pretty amazing ass. Goddamn."
She rolled her eyes. He'd never learn.
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XxX
Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse, the curse of
From what I've heard with skin you'll win