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 67: Throw Shade - CRUISR
"What do you want?!" Butch found himself yelling for what seemed like the fifth hundredth time that night.
Buttercup glowered at him from across the room. "You heard me. I said we should break up."
"No bitch I heard that part, I'm asking you what do you want?"
"I just told you what I want dumbass!"
"Are you sure about that?"
"YES!"
"Bullshit woman, I don't buy it. Try again: what do you want?"
Buttercup let out a frustrated scream and threw her hands up into the air – fighting back the urge to punch holes in the walls – or him – while he just crossed his arms across his chest with a scoff as he waited for her to calm down.
They were fighting in Buttercup's room – a common occurrence – It was one of their favorite spots to argue it seemed, aside from fuck.
Fuck. Yes. That sounded quite nice right about now – he couldn't remember the last time they had gotten laid. It had probably been awhile – judging from how bad their current fight was going.
He needed to get laid, she needed to get laid – fuck it, they both needed to get laid, and he was more than happy to oblige and sate both of their needs, but there was no way in hell that he was going to touch her when she was like this.
For all of dumb idea's his boy brain came up with, he wasn't suicidal.
Buttercup's yelling brought him back to the present – it was growing louder and louder, bordering on a sonic scream – and he silently thanked whatever god was watching this train wreck of an argument unfold, that her father and sisters weren't home.
That would be fun to explain.
Especially the part about him being in her room.
That would be even more fun to explain.
The fuck did he even agree to enter into this 'secret relationship' thing with her anyways? It was starting to become more trouble than it was worth. Oh yes, there was one reason that he could think of off the top of his head: she was a goddamn bombshell.
She was so fucking lucky that she was as hot as she was – otherwise he would have ditched her crazy ass long ago.
Seriously, he was going to get gray hairs at twenty-three if he put up with her bullshit for any longer. Why she was so indecisive was beyond him. Were all woman like this? Or was it just her?
"Goddamn it Buttercup." He groaned as he ran a hand though his obsidian spikes. "You never like to make this easy for me, do you?"
At that, her brows furrowed and knit together in what seemed like genuine confusion. Or rage. He couldn't tell anymore.
"What do you mean?"
He fought the urge to slap his hand into his face in frustration as he began to list off the issues they had on his fingers.
"First you want to see me, then you don't. Then you call me your boyfriend, only to say that you hate me. You wanna go public with whatever the fuck it is we are one day, then turn around and say you want to keep it a secret the next. You say we should see other people, then you get pissed at me when you see me with other girls." He listed off his points in rapid-fire, and glared at her for a fraction of a second before dropping his head in defeat.
"Just how miserable do I have to be before you're happy?"
At that her eyes widened, and it suddenly occurred to him that she probably had never thought about it like that before.
"Butch… I'm sorry… I didn't realize you felt… I didn't think about it like that."
Bingo.
"Yeah, well you're a walking contradiction on the best days." He huffed gingerly. "You wanna break up one day, only to come over and fuck my brains out the next. Now while I have no problems with the last one – the whole routine is getting old fast. Just tell me what you want from me."
Buttercup was silent for a while as she mulled it over. She remained quiet for so long that he started to sweat nervously.
Fuck, all he did was ask her a question. He didn't mean to break her mentally or anything-
Suddenly she looked up – bright lime eyes meeting deep forest green ones – snapping him back to the present.
"…Can I kiss you?" she asked finally. If he didn't know her as well as he did, he would have thought that she sounded almost hesitant. Timid even.
Thankfully though, he knew her better than that.
He thought it over for a second. "Yeah… yeah you can do that." He agreed after a pause.
She slowly crossed the room towards him and he bent down slightly so she could wrap an arm around the back of his neck, pulling his face down to meet hers.
Fucking hell she was a crazy bitch, but he needed her just as much as she needed him.
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XxX
If you wanna throw shade
I'm gonna throw you away, no
If you wanna throw shade
Well honey I'll see you never