A/N) Soooo – I haven't written much song fics, mostly because I think I write them cringe-y as F, but – this one wouldn't stop hopping around in my head and I sort of couldn't help imaging this song being sung by Buttercup in her E.G Daily voice soooo . . . um – yeah. Here it is. And for the record, I started writing out Buttercups dance before I watched the choreography in the video I suggest, turns out it was similar to that once I watched it to help me finish the piece.
It would probably help if you watched and listened before you read this – give you an idea for how it looks and sounds . . . have fun!
Copy and paste this in YouTube: Bishop Briggs - River - Choreography by Galen Hooks
Song: Bishop Briggs: Run me Like a River.
"This is stupid." Butch complains as he's shoved down the crammed club dance floor towards the back lounge.
"Oh, come on Butch, chill – just because Buttercup couldn't come doesn't mean you can't have fun once in a while."
Butch frowns at his blond brother who instantly winks at someone across the bar. The girl giggles and goes to get them their drinks, probably for free, his brother had a weird knack for picking out people who had blond fetishes. Too bad for them, so did he – and for a very specific blonde at that.
Butch gags.
"Neither did Mitch, or the twins, heck, even Mike said he's busy. Busy doing what? Ignoring me, that's what. How can they just all up and ditch the Butch like that!" He growls in angry hurt that he's trying not to feel.
Besides all that – Butterbutt has been acting really weird lately. Like avoiding hanging out with him a lot more lately. It was hardly noticeable at first but then she started ditching time with him ONLY . . . and it stung. But they don't talk about feeling so – so he never said anything. But still – she was his best friend and it hurt like hell to have her ditching him all the time.
Butch wasn't one to make friends all that easily after all.
"Cheer up THE Butch," Boomer snickers taking a sip of his soda that weird girl hands him. "At least we get to see some sick show tonight. I heard it's gonna be a killer." He sips again and looks at Butch funny.
The brunet glowers at him. "Shut up Boomer." The only show he thought was cool was the band Buttercup and Michelson had pulled together in freshmen year of high school, they weren't famous but they sure could rip a good – what the Hell?
His brain screeches to a halt when his eyes flicker to the stage and catch sight of a familiar petit kickass girl in casual ripped black skinny jeans and a green tank top under and, what he's almost one hundred percent sure is, one of his black hoodies bunched up at her elbow!
"Hold the fucking phone!" He blurts.
Boomer winces. But he doesn't seem surprised – then – betrayal of betrayals, the rest of the 'I can't hang with you tonight Butch' gang appears, with instruments behind her, and Mitch's girl, Robin, lined up next to her with her blonde sister on the other side.
Butch whirls around, livid as he glares into Boomer's face.
The idiot has the gall to look innocent and tips his soda at him. "Guess this was those plans they had." And he smirks, taking a mocking sip.
Butch nearly strangles him but settles for being angry at the people on the stage ahead. Those jerks! Why were they all leaving him out like this? What? Did he pull one prank too many or? He can't figure out what's making them all so weird.
Well, fuck this.
He's going to march right up there and figure it out because no way was he taking this –
A tempo starts up.
The guys and girls on stage start clapping in time behind Buttercup who's got the mike off the stand – which means she's about to perform something and – she looks nervous under the bright blue spot lights.
Butch feels the crowd go silent and still around him as he makes his way closer to the stage.
Buttercup lifts the mic to her lips, spreads her legs in a strong stance and starts tapping her foot as Mitch starts the drum beat mixed in with the claps from the other people on stage.
"Like a river, like a river," She starts and Butch freezes as she closes her eyes and sways slowly, her voice low and husky as she sings the words from her throat, sultry and smooth.
"Like a river, like a river,
Like a river, like a river." Her eyes fly open, "Haa." She breathes into the mic with a sharp head tilt, Butch startles when she looks directly at him and her voice drops as she runs her hand up her torso and into her hair, "Shut your mouth and run me like a river."
Butch shivers involuntarily as she flicks her head and jumps to the beat behind her. The music slow and she lifts the mic back up to her lips, her hips swaying in slow sensual circles and Butch can't look away.
"How do we fall in loo-ove," She looks at him her voice smooth and slow, dreamy as she sings.
"Harder than a bullet could hit ya?"She mimics a gunshot pointed at her heart, her shoulder jerking twice in time with the drums.
"How do we fall apa-aaart, Faster than a hair pin trigger?" She mimes pilling a grenade out of her teeth, clutching her chest and pivoting on her booted feet.
"Don't you say, do-ooon't you say it," She hard marches across the stage, her shoulders rolling.
"Don't say, don't you sa-aay it," She shakes her finger at the crowd who's drawn into her spell now.
"One breath, it'll just break it."
Her face drops serious, eyes looking over her shoulder, glowing green, "So shut your mouth and run me like a river." She draws the last word out sultry and slow, her hand running down her neck and chest.
Butch's mouth drops, then suddenly the beat picks up and she flicks her head, raven hair flying and the tempo picks up. Loud, and her voice goes from smooth sultry to hot and raspy loud
"Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver." She stomps with one foot, "Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?" She runs a hand up her face and grasps a fist full of her black hair, swinging her hips and head as she sings.
The tempo drops and she slides back to sultry smooth, Butch's throat is so dry as her body rolls with her words, "Like a river, like a river." The other members start clapping and stepping foot to foot, vocalizing behind her.
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river."
It picks up again and she jumps, pointing at the crowd which is as mesmerized as Butch. Her voice belting out with a sexy rasp to it that Butch didn't know he was in love with until this moment
'Choke this love till the veins start to shi - ver," She mimes choking herself, head rolling with hips.
"One last breath till the tears start to wither," Hand dragging down her face and lips, hips buck once.
"Like a river, like a river." She claps as the tempo drops a second and she throws her head back and points at the crowd again with a stomp and shoulder roll, tone dropping low and smooth again.
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river." She juts her chin forward and tilts at her hips as the crowd starts clapping in time.
She spins on her heels, mic up again, fingers tapping on her mic in time with her toes.
"Tales of an endless heaaa-art. Cursed is the fool who's willing –" She reaches out and turns her hand up grabbing air.
"Can't change the way we aaaa-are. One kiss away from killing – " She blows a painful kiss to the audience who's living for it.
"Don't you say, dooo -on't you say it – "She shakes her finger at them and clutches her chest. "Don't say, don't you saaaa-ay it."
"One breath it'll just break it-" She breathes into the mic and looks at the agog Butch as he forgets to close his mouth, her eyelashes flutter as her hand runs up her body and into her hair, face half covered by it.
"So shut your mouth and run me like a river – " Her tone, drop-dead sensual.
Then – the beat explodes again and so does the club.
"Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliveeee-er! Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?" She pounds her chest, jumping from one foot to the other as she blasts her voice into the mic.
"Like a river, like a rivee-er." Hips roll as her hair flies everywhere.
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river."
"Choke this love till the veins start to shiver." She looks lost in her performance as she nearly shouts into the mic, miming choking herself.
"One last breath till the tears start to wither." She lets out a raspy breath and the beat drops as she rolls her shoulders and steps back and forth, clapping in time to the music, biting her lip, sweat making her glitter under the spotlight., She lifts the mic up again.
"Like a river, like a river."
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river."
The music softens and Bubbles and Robin come in a bit louder now as the boys drop the tune slower,"Like a river, like a river, like a river, like a river, like a river, like a river," The girls chant as Buttercup sways to the beat and hums, then picks up her mic again.
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river." Her voice sultry and coarse.
"(Like a river, like a river)," Bubbles and Robin sing softly Then Buttercup picks up the song again and the music pauses for a full note.
"Like a riveee-er." Then her eyes fly open again and she grins devilishly at the crowd. Butch is all but dead by this point and the music starts again with a bang.
"Shut your mouth baby stand and deliver!" She fist-pumps the air, entering the climax of eh performance with a jump.
"Holy hands, will they make me a sinner!" Buttercup's sing and the other two girls start backing up by reiterating her last words.
"Like a river, like a river."
"(Like a river)"
"Shut your mouth and run me like a river." She body rolls and crouches down, shoulder rolling and she flicks her head up and jumps back up, the final line coming up and she belts it into the mic, entire body tight and pumping to the beat.
"Choke this love till the veins start to shiver," She dances across the stage as the club people start air waving to her song.
"One last breath till the tears start to wither!"
"Like a river, like a river."
Her tone drops and she runs her hand up one more time and looks at the audience.
"So Shut your mouth and run me like a river . . ." Her voice deep and smooth as she drops her head and silence.
The audience is frozen as Buttercup stands there with her band, breathing hard and bangs sticking to her sweaty face. Then – the club erupts into loud cheering and applause.
"We love you Buttercup!"
"That was so freakin' hot!"
"Woo, can you come every weekend?!"
Buttercup smirks at them and salutes. "Thanks everybody," Her voice slightly hoarse from performing. "And thanks to you guys up here with me, couldn't have done it without you."
"Aww!" Bubbles squeals and hugs her as more cheers erupt in the crowd and people shove past a frozen Butch who's forgotten completely what basic motor skill were.
Boomer comes sauntering up and sips his soda, placing and elbow on his brother's shoulder. "Wow – some show huh? Buttercup was actually pretty good, huh Butch? But it's not her type of music usually," He hums in mock thought. "Wonder what brought this sexy tune on? Don't you wonder Butch?"
Butch snaps awake and shakes Boomer off, glaring. "What are you getting at dumbass?" He snaps, heart still pumping inside his ribs.
Boomer shrugs. "Just that I feel like she might have been performing for someone, is all." He emphasizes and Butch narrows his eyes at him.
"What?" Then his heart drops as he comes to a conclusion. It couldn't be – it just – no way would she ever – would she?
He looks up at the sparkling badass girl he knew on the stage talking with the band members as they clean up.
No freaking way.
He whirls on Boomer. "Butterbutt can't be having a crush on some loser! Not enough to make this performance!" He wails and then anger sets in, disguising his obvious jealousy. "No way am I letting her fall for this loser, whoever he is I'm making his face into road side pizza.
"Uh – Butch – I don't think you understood what I – "
"No time to chat Blondie, I got my best friend to save." And make sure she never gets attached to another guy ever.
"But Butch! Wait you don't understand, it's not some guy it's – "
Butch doesn't hear the rest as he elbows his way through the existed crowd.
"Hey!" He bellows and the group on stage stop talking as Buttercup turns around to look.
"Yeah, you!" Butch scowls and hoists himself up on the stage, stalking over to her. "What's the big idea, huh?"
Buttercup just blinks up at him, silent and eyes wide – why wasn't she saying anything? It's starting to freak him out a bit, but he pushes on anyway.
"So this is why you all have been ditching me? To practice this little number?"
"Hey Butch, you like the performance?" Mitch speaks up stupidly.
"Shut it Michelson, I'll deal with you later, he turns his glare back down at the petit tough girl in front of him, her face pulling into an unimpressed frown as she crosses her arms. "You though – you're the worst. Oh, sorry Butch I'm busy, I have this thing, I gotta do – super important, blah, blah, blah." He mimics her in an unrealistic high pitched voice that sounds closer to Bubbles at this point.
"Um - Butch I think you're confused – "Bubbles pipes up.
"You shut up, go rescue your idiot before I get to him and kill him for bringing me here to see this crap."
"Excuse you?" Buttercup speaks up for the first time, eye brow raised.
"Yeah, you heard me, this whole thing was crap! Crap because you ditched me for it. Crap because I didn't know about it, crap beaches – because," he stutters – "Because it's for some loser guy that probably isn't even worth the time and effort you put into it and – "
"You might be right on that one." Buttercup snaps.
"And I – wait . . .what?" Butch stops ranting and looks down at her again.
Buttercup seethes. "I said, you're probably right. All that work and the idiot's too dense to even realize it was for him, the moron."
Butch blinks. "Wait – so you– so you – not only is this for an idiot, but you fell for and idiot who wouldn't even notice that smoking performance?" He looks stunned.
"Uh, yeah. Looks like it." She huffs sarcastically.
Butch scratches his head. . . "Well – who the hell is this retarded then?"
The entire club groans and face palms.
"Oh, come on!" Boomer shouts from somewhere and Bubbles shakes her head in dismay.
Buttercup pitches the bridge of her nose in exasperation, but why? Why are they all looking at him like -
"What? Who is it? Come on Buttercup, you could probably do better? Lemme meet him so I can pound him into shape and decide if-" That's the jealousy talking, he won't admit it. "Decide if he's good enough for you, the moron can't be if he hasn't realized that you even like him and – "
"You!"
Butch's words get stuck in his throat and he swallows, "Say what?" He's still confused. Who's she talking to?
She lets out a frustrated growl. "The moron I did this for is YOU. Y. O. U. You, Butch Montgomery Jojo, the biggest idiot on the planet and I must be a close second if I fell for the most idiotic best friend I could ever have and – "
"That – wait, hold up." Butch scrunches his face in attempt to understand, his dimples popping in when he bites his lip – "You – you're telling me that you – that you – "He points at her then himself. "For me? And – and – since when?!" He gasps now panicking for a completely different reason. Buttercup Utonium likes him? Him? What? Why? I mean, he's only been crushing on her since forever, he just never let it affect him that way and – and now she's telling him that she – has feelings . . . for him?
His mind is blown – twice in one night, there's nothing left of his brain.
"Since I don't know when." Buttercup snaps and glares.
Butch stares – "But – but – but, you – we . . . whoa-" His eyes widen when she reaches up and grabs the collar of his jacket yanking him down to her level.
"Shut your mouth." She reiterates the song and sinks a hand into his hair pulling him flush against her as she kisses him hard and Butch nearly squeaks when their lips connect and he melts into her, vaguely aware of the sighs of relief and the roar of the club around them over the roar in his ears.
She pulls away and smirks at hm. "Now – wanna hang out?"
Butch nods. "Pizza and horror movie at your place?"
"Done." And she snatches his collar in a fist and drags him off the stage as people holler and whoop them out of the club.
Boomer watches his idiot brother get dragged out by the tough Puff and he looks more than blissed out about it. The blond boy snorts into his fifth soda as Bubbles comes up to his side and hugs his arm.
"Mission accomplished, huh?" He smiles down at her.
Bubbles giggles. "It's about time too, me and Blossom were about to kill Buttercup for all the moodiness she's been having about this lately."
Boomer nods. "Tell me about it. The bone-heads."
"That's why they're perfect for each other."
If Butch was there, he'd be silently agreeing to that sappy comment, even if he never would admit it out loud.
I hope it isn't as terrible as i think it was. Review please. See you!