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 5: Kiss with a Fist – Florence and the Machine
Living with Butch came with its own set of challenges.
The two green counterparts had some rather distinct differences in the ways they dealt with certain situations, and while that was normal in relationships – the way they expressed their displeasure with each other was not.
To say that they were violent was vast understatement – Their neighbors could attest to that.
However, they were far more impressed that the Green's apartment was still standing.
Vicious kicks and punches would be thrown at each other during their worst arguments – landing with obscene amounts of force, enough to shatter bone, or in their cases: leave wicked looking bruises.
Love taps. They called them, brushing the rapidly fading marks off with a shrug, as they finally calmed down enough to explain to their baffled siblings what had happened. Kisses even.
It never particularly bothered them about what other people thought of their constant fights. After all: both were legendary fighters – the neighbors should have expected outbursts like that to happen between them at some point.
However, one evening, after a particularly rough fight, Buttercup was feeling rather bitter and vengeful towards her insane partner, so she tried everything she could think of to purposely piss him off.
The problem with that was; when they weren't going at it, Butch was actually a laid-back individual who grew up with two brothers who were just as violent, and equally as destructive as he was, so he wasn't exactly phased by her destructive antics around their shared apartment.
Slamming doors, smashing plates, threating to break his numerus football trophies from high-school, (even though she knew she couldn't force herself to do it) – did nothing but make him grin sadistically at her. (secretly he found it so hot when she got like this)
Nothing she did got a reaction out of him. In a fit of desperation, she decided to try the one thing that she hadn't tried yet. The one thing that she was certain that would earn her a surprised outburst.
So she set fire to their shared bed.
Maybe she was just as insane as him. It was hard to tell sometimes.
Butch burst into the room – fire extinguisher in hand – only to pause and raise an amused eyebrow at the burning mattress before him. A bemused chuckle escaped him as he set the fire extinguisher down on the floor and shook his head, much to the chagrin of Buttercup.
"What?" She snapped at him irritably. Butch only rolled his eyes as he sobered up enough to respond.
"Well that's all very well and good sweetheart, but where the hell are we going to sleep tonight?"
Her lime green eyes widened. She hadn't thought of that.
She looked at the smoldering mattress. It was too late to put the fire out now. There was hardly a mattress left.
She met Butch's forest green eyes again and saw that he was doing his best to hold back a wave of laughter at their predicament. She let a tired sigh leave her mouth as she put her head in her hands, groaning at her idiocy.
Crap.
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A kick to the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better then none