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 11: Dark In my Imagination – Of Verona

Cold lips gently pressed onto her warm ones and she couldn't stop the sigh the passed her lips as her lips parted in sync with the colder pair.

She didn't know where she was. All Buttercup knew was that she was in a room, and that it was pitch black, leaving her unable to see anything in front of her.

She was vaguely aware that she was dreaming.

And even though she couldn't see the person who was kissing her, she had a good idea that she knew who it was…

Suddenly, a small green light lit up the area around her and she was able to get a look at the person who was gently kissing her.

Sure enough, it was him.

He was standing in front of her – his forest green eyes were closed lightly – and he had a slight bend in his posture so his face was level with her head.

His obsidian black hair was gelled up into its usual spikes, and his eyebrow piercing glittered in the strange green lighting.

Buttercup felt something beginning to build up in the bottom of her stomach, as she took in the man's features.

This wasn't him.

It looked like him, tasted like him, but it wasn't him.

She was dreaming.

She had to be.

He opened his eyes to look at her.

Buttercup swore her heart almost stopped.

The look he was giving her was completely out of this world. His forest coloured irises were darkened with an emotion that she couldn't quite place, but she would be lying if she said that she wasn't enchanted by them. She looked at him then. Really looked at him.

Charcoal black hair, piercings, dark forest eyes, and cheeks that were slightly flushed from their kiss – he was gorgeous.

"Buttercup." He breathed, reaching for her-

She woke up – heart palpating irregularly, face flashed and drenched in sweat. She looked around. She was in her room. In her house. Just like she knew she would be.

He wasn't there.

Slowly she lay back down, struggling to control her rapid breathing and calm her racing heart. The dreams that she was having concerning him were becoming more and more frequent. Buttercup didn't know how she felt about them – all she knew was that this wasn't exactly healthy.

It was only when she had managed to calm herself down did she allow herself to whisper his name in response.

"Butch."

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There's something in the look you give

There's something in your touch when we kiss

It's dark in my imagination

I don't wanna think about it now