Lords of the Playlist
Summary: They were lords of the playlist – they were legends. Two forces of nature, housed in bodies strengthened by Chemical X. They breathed life into each other, fed off each other's energy. They were everything.
Authors note: Because clearly, I've been listening to far too many Greens centered playlists on 8tracks. lot of the songs that make up the chapters were in said playlists – because let's face it: These songs ARE the Greens.
This will be a bunch of one-shots all grouped together into one large story – that being said, they are not in chronological order, and are not related to each other
The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me either and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 1: Punk Rock Girl – The Dead Milkman
Butch could honestly admit that he didn't realize just how much fun Buttercup could be.
Currently she was tugging the tall, broad-shouldered male though Townsville's central shopping mall – all the while running past shoppers at full speed, and tossing insults at hordes of prissy mall bimbos as they sprinted by.
It was times like this that he was especially glad that he had, (for the most part) put aside their bitter rivalry and formed a friendship with her.
And she was – dare he say it – his best friend.
He grinned wickedly as he allowed himself to get pulled along by his counterpart – tossing several verbal barbs of his own at unsuspecting shoppers, as he and Buttercup flew past in their signature streaks of green, before bursting out of the mall's sliding glass doors, and rocketing off into the sky.
They landed on a skyscraper not far off from the mall. Both fighters sat down on the edge of building, letting their feet dangle off the side as they let their laughter subside.
"Jeeze BC, I didn't know you liked causing mall carnage." Butch grinned as he ran a hand though his jet-black spikes. He nodded to a plastic bag in her lap – the reason she had dragged him to the mall in the first place.
"Didn't realize that you liked punk-rock so much." He added with a jagged grin.
Buttercup snorted in response as she brushed some stray raven strands of hair behind her ear,
"There are a lot of things that you don't know about me Jojo. One of them being that I have a fondness for punk rock – I like the edge they have to them."
She took the CD out of the bag and stared at it for a moment. "It just makes me feel free I guess."
At that Butch paused. "What do you mean?" He asked, waiting for her to explain herself. She shrugged in response.
"I guess I just feel like I'm trapped in Townsville. Like… I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my city, it's just I've always been stuck here and never gone anywhere else. I'd like to travel the world but- I don't know, it's hard to explain."
Butch was quiet for a moment as he observed the girl next to him, only to realize that 'girl' was hardly something he could call her anymore. She was basically a woman.
He took several seconds to analyze her farther. She wasn't like her sisters. She was tough, headstrong, and had a rough, almost punky look to her.
Tall, dressed mostly in black, form-fitting clothes, long dark hair, nose stud, multiple ear piercings, and years of fighting experience under her belt; she wasn't exactly someone that you wanted to mess with.
The longer he stared at her the more features he started to notice about her; such as her striking cat shaped eyes, accentuated with perfectly done winged eyeliner, and blood red lips, she was gorgeous- Wait, where was that coming from?
Butch turned away, feeling a blush creep up his neck. What the fuck was wrong with him…? He had never noticed these things about her before.
He was starting to make himself uncomfortable thinking these things bout his best friend so he coughed and broke the silence.
"So you want to get out of her then huh."
It wasn't really a question – more like a statement.
Buttercup was silent for a good while, opting to stare off into the distance as she thought about it.
When she did answer, she didn't turn to face him, but he heard her all the same.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
Butch nodded. That was the thing about being counterparts – they had a bond between them. A connection that no one else could understand. Hell, he didn't even get it most days.
He guessed it was the reason that he understood her so well, as she did him.
They lapsed into silence for a while after that; content with watching the citizens of Townsville carry on with their day below them – unaware of the pair of twenty-year-old's sitting on the edge of a skyscraper hundreds of feet in the air above them.
Both tensed lightly as a powerful gale of wind whipped though their ebony locks, before Buttercup broke the silence once again.
"If I left would you come with me?"
Butch tuned to face his counterpart with what he knew was a surprised look on his features, mouth slightly agape at the question.
Buttercup's eyes slid over to meet his forest green ones before quickly looking away, an embarrassed red flush covering her face.
"Never mind." She started. "It was a stupid question, just forget I as-"
"Yes."
She turned back to face him in surprise, only to find himself looking just as surprised as she did.
"I mean- yeah, I'll come with you if you want me to. I'll go globe-trotting with you. Fuck this place, let's go." He covered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
She stared at him passively for a moment, before a soft, genuine smile broke out across her blood red lips. "Yeah?" She quietly asked him. And Butch swore that time froze as he locked eyes with her.
Dark clothes, dark, striking features – border lining on semi punky – everything about her was dark, and yet he couldn't remember ever seeing her eyes looking as bright as they did now.
It was that brief observation that made up his mind.
"Yes." He said, firmly. "If you dip, I'll come. This place would be really fucking boring without you anyways."
Buttercup didn't say anything, only allowing smile to get a little wider as she turned back to stare out at Townsville's city grid spread out before them.
She moved her hand slightly closer to his – so that their fingertips were just touching – and he didn't move away.
Another brilliant red flush – one that would put Brick to shame – made its way up his neck and spread across his face before he could stop it.
What the hell was happening? This was his best friend, his counterpart, of all people.
Sucking in a sharp intake of breath, he composed himself, and turned his head in her direction again
Butch allowed himself to look at her – really look at her, and for the first time, he saw her for what she really was:
She was tough, cynical and wild. She was beautiful.
And once again, as she turned those bright green eyes in his direction and smiled at him, Butch felt his stomach drop and he swallowed thickly.
Yup. He thought to himself grimly. He was screwed.
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XxX
Yeah you're for me punk rock girl
We'll travel round the world
Just you and me
Punk rock girl