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 30: I Hate Everything About You – Three Days Grace
It should have been biologically, mentally, physically impossible for Butch to like Buttercup.
It should have been impossible for him to even consider thinking about her in a positive light.
And yet, somehow he did.
Well, that was a bit of a stretch. He was still evil, born and bred – so on one hand, while he could admit that he was fond of the green Puff, (and quite attracted to her at that.) it infuriated him to no end.
She killed him for Christ's sake. Why the hell he liked her in the first place was beyond him.
He started to notice the little things about her that he hadn't seen before – small quirks and ticks that she had did not go unnoticed by his ever-watchful gaze. He didn't know when exactly he started noticing these small details about her, but it irked him to no end.
Over the next few months, he started paying more and more attention to her, and he didn't know why. He started picking her apart – trying desperately to determine what it was about her that he liked so much, only to grow frustrated when he couldn't figure it out.
He was fixated her… and he had absolutely no idea why.
He hated her. He despised her with every fiber of his being…
He hated her… he hated her so much…
He loved her.
He came to that startling conclusion one day after watching her break out into genuine laughter at a joke from one of her male friends, and it scared him more than he was willing to admit.
It also pissed him off royally, because she never laughed like that around him. Never.
He sat and stewed on those enraged feelings for the next couple of days before he snapped and decided to vent his frustrations that only way he knew how.
He charged at her in the air space above Townsville one day while she was out flying alone. His blood sang in his ears as the green powerhouses went at one another, tearing clothes and spilling blood as they crashed through several buildings in the middle of their brawl – not caring who or what was in them.
He grinned as he managed to grab a hold of her, and chucked her over his shoulder as he stomped though the upper floors of one of the city skyscrapers that they had crippled during their fight.
"PUT. ME. DOWN!" Buttercup bellowed as she slammed her fist into the broad expanse of his back. Butch rolled his eyes at the action as he moved them into one of the empty office spaces that had managed to escape most of the destruction that the rest of the building had suffered.
If he had been a lesser being, he figured that the force of the blow probably would have pulverized his spine. But he wasn't a lesser being. In fact, he was stronger than she was thanks to puberty – a fact that he loved to dangle in her face, just to watch her quickly become furious and try and swing at him.
He felt another heavy blow slam into his back with just enough force that he felt one of his ribs crack from the pressure and his temper snapped.
In one fluid motion, he flipped her off of his back and slammed her unforgivingly into the ground below them, smirking darkly as a small crater formed in the ground from the force.
Buttercup gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. She thrashed soundlessly on the ground for a moment as she struggled to regain air in her lungs, before she felt a sudden weight on her midsection. Glancing up, she struggled harder as she discovered Butch straddling her, but he only dug his knees painfully into her sides to lock her in place, and used one hand to pin her own above her head.
Butch glared down at the girl below him as he rubbed at his bruised back with his free hand. Fucking bitch had cracked two ribs as opposed to one, judging from where the pain that was emanating from his upper rib cage.
A low growl escaped his throat as the green eyed X teens glared at each other in a tense silence, and he began to question himself on what it was about her that made him love her.
Her wild onyx hair was tangled and mussed around her face like a dark halo as she glared up at him defiantly with her too bright green eyes that he could see himself perfectly in – almost as if he was looking in a mirror. He dropped his gaze lower over her flawless, bloodstained skin, down her neck, past her chest and down to the body he was currently sitting on top of. Years of fighting and athletics had carved her body into a masterpiece that rippled with lean muscle, and one that he found himself very attracted to at that.
She was perfect.
Too perfect. And that made him oddly furious. (Maybe it was because deep down he knew that he wasn't a perfect being like she was – that he was seven different kinds of fucked up, but he didn't want to think about that now)
The longer he stared at her, the more it started to make sense to him. He hated everything about her. That was it. But then… if he hated her that much…
Why did he love her like he did?
He bent down slowly, curving his back painfully as he lowered his lips to her ear. What he was about to say was for her ears and her ears only. No one else could know.
"I hate everything about you." He snarled viciously in her ear. Straightening his back, he loomed over her as he glared down at her prone form. The next words that came out of his mouth however, were choked despite the hate written across his handsome face.
"So why the fuck do I love you?"
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XxX
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you