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 36: Vicious Love – New Found Glory ft. Hayley Williams

Butch fought the urge to roll his eyes as he walked though Townsville's central park.

He was currently glaring at at least a dozen or more couples that where currently spending time together in the park, having a picnic or simply horsing around.

He cringed. It was absolutely sickening.

One couple slammed into his back, and he felt himself twitch irritably as the couple offered him a sorry excuse for an apology before resuming their game of make-out tag, or whatever the fuck it was they were doing.

He was now seriously considering turning the park into a reenactment of the San Andreas vault line. Anything to scatter the various couples that were making him feel more and more uncomfortable by the second.

But as much as he wanted to, he knew that he would be making a huge mistake if he did that – Buttercup would be on him in seconds, and unlike her sisters, she wouldn't hold back as she tried to pummel the living shit out of him.

Ah Buttercup. His favorite Puff. His spicy little spitfire… And his girlfriend.

He sighed as he thought of her. If he could be honest – he was amazed that they had lasted this long – what with their constant fights that would leave them battered and broken for hours in the aftermath, and would then leave them unable to speak to each other for weeks afterward.

And yet for some reason – one that he didn't quite understand – something always prompted him to come back for more. God only knew why, considering he was far from the forgiving, sentimental type.

Maybe that's why he got along so well with her in the first place – because she was roughly the same as him, and she certainly didn't expect him to act like all of the couples he was witnessing at the moment…

His chest suddenly felt heavy as he glanced at the laughing couples around him. They were there with their significant others, spending time together, laughing and doing other mundane couple things… things that someone like him didn't do and never would…

It was hard for him to admit it to himself, but underneath it all, he wanted to do those things with her. There was always something holding him back though.

Whether it was his reputation, or the fact – and he hated to even consider that this was a possibility – that he was actually pretty clueless when it came to situations of that caliber, there was always something in the way.

And he knew that it wasn't it wasn't anything as trivial as that, that was the issue. It was him. He honestly didn't know how to do the basic things that couples did. After all, he, just like his brothers, had been brought up to despise anything remotely affectionate, so it wasn't entirely his fault, but he knew that he was constantly putting his relationship with Buttercup on the rocks because of it.

Things were always tense between them because of that key factor. He didn't intentionally mean for it to end up like that – it just was.

His relationship with Buttercup was a mess. He knew it. She knew it. Their siblings knew it. Everyone knew it. It was a borderline toxic relationship, and yet neither of them could get enough.

He managed a small smile as he maneuvered his way out of the park. The poison that was their love was addicting as it was vicious. Yet he could honestly say that he genuinely enjoyed what they had together, and he didn't like many things.

But the sheer thrill and the rush of adrenalin that he felt whenever he was with her was exhilarating and always left him wanting more. She was like a drug, and he was hooked on her.

With that thought in mind, he kicked up off the ground and rocketed towards the Utonium residence – ready to take on the only woman in the world that could truly make him feel alive.

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We've got a vicious love

We mix our tears with blood

No clock will stop for us

We fight as hard as we love