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 7: Tear You Apart – She Wants Revenge

Butch did not want to have a crush on Buttercup.

He didn't. He really didn't. It wasn't something that he had planned on to say the least. But as luck would have it – he slowly but surely found himself falling for the girl with the ink hair and stunning green eyes.

It didn't help that they spent almost every single waking moment together either – they were best friends for Christ sake – another reason why he shouldn't be falling for his counterpart.

These things never ended well.

It should have been biologically, physically and mentally impossible for him to have such strong feelings for Buttercup, but somehow he did, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it much to his dismay.

When he first caught himself noticing her, (really looking at her, that is) he had snorted and brushed it off. So what if her ass looked damn fine in those work out-shorts? He checked out every girl's ass at some point or another – she was no different. (though if he was honest with himself, he had to admit that she had the most glorious ass that he had ever seen on a woman)

That was the beginning of his downfall.

After that, he started to notice other things about her, not just physical details. He started to notice the little things about her. Like the way her eyes would light up when she got excited, or the way she would tuck strands of onyx hair behind her ears when she was embarrassed.

It was the little things that made him realize that he was fucked.

Butch had figured that all he needed was a good lay with a girl or two and that would solve his problems. And so he went out and accomplished just that – hoping it would distract him from thinking about her.

It didn't. If anything, it made it worse.

He began to notice that his eyes were immediately drawn to her figure every time she entered a room, and how he started to grow insanely jealous whenever he overheard another group of guys (that were not him) talk about her.

Being him, he had personally made sure that they wouldn't ever talk about her figure again. Because it was his damn it. Or at least it would be.

Currently, he was standing by the school's bleachers, smoking a cigarette as he watched the girls' soccer team run by him as they practiced.

He spotted her without any difficulty. Number 7 and captain of the girls' soccer team, Buttercup stood out from the rest of her team-mates, as she barked out orders and punted the soccer ball half way down the field.

She looked in his general direction and saw him watching her. Butch waggled his fingers at her as he took another drag from his cigarette. She gave him a half-hearted wave back, before sprinting off in the opposite direction after the ball.

Half an hour later, Buttercup wrapped up the practice and grabbed her gym bag before walking over to meet him.

"Good play out there Sunshine. You're really kicking that lot into shape." Butch praised her as he flicked the stub of his cigarette into a nearby trash bin.

"Thanks…" Buttercup trailed off, looking slightly uncertain. Butch frowned and was about to ask her what was wrong, before she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the bleachers, electing a grunt of surprise out of the barrel-chested male.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The ink haired girl hissed as she pushed him farther into the metal stands. "Seriously, you've been acting weird around me for a while now – what the fuck is your problem?"

You're my problem. He wanted to tell her, but he figured that saying it like that would only cause more problems then it would solve, so he chose his words carefully.

"I've got no clue what you're talking about." Her eyes narrowed. Shit. Wrong answer.

She slammed him further into the metal stands and Butch struggled to keep his self-control in check. "You're such a fucking liar. What's going on? Talk to me!" She almost begged. Almost.

Butch swallowed. This wasn't good. Being this close to her was making his already weak grasp on his control slip farther and farther away. His eyes found themselves in her blood red lips and he swallowed again.

Christ, he wanted her.

His eyes flicked up to her face and that was his breaking point. He grabbed her by the shoulders and whipped them around so she was pressed up against the bleachers.

Her eyes widened in slight shock. "What are you doin-MRMF!" Butch slammed his mouth down onto hers, capturing her lips in his cold ones. He felt her slam her fist into his chest once in surprise, before dropping her hands to her sides as the fight drained out of her.

He pulled away with a possessive growl and bit down on the side of her neck, smirking against her warm skin as she let out a screech of pain, before her fist collided with the side of his head. He glared at her neck at noticed with some satisfaction that a massive bruise was starting to form close to her ear.

Good. It marked her as his. The other boys could fuck off for all he cared. She was his.

He felt like some sort of feral animal as he closed the space between them. Maybe he was one. It didn't really matter to him. He could care less. At the moment, all that mattered was her.

"Want you. Want you so bad." He hissed harshly as he smashed their mouths together. He pulled back after a moment, studying her flushed face – her eyes as big as saucers and her red lips swollen from his assault.

"I want to tear you apart." He growled against her lips, before kissing her roughly again.

Buttercup pulled back breathless. She eyed the dark-haired male once more before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close and whispering "Then do so."

He didn't have to be told twice.

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XxX

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

I want to fucking tear you apart