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 60: Tear In My Heart – Twenty One Pilots
They stared at each other for an eternity.
In reality, both of them knew that they had only been looking at each other for a few minutes at most, but the exchange itself was far more intimate than either could comprehend.
It had been months, bordering on years since Butch and Buttercup had last seen each other – he having left to find himself outside of Townsville, and she having stayed behind, as both of them knew that the city would never allow her to leave it unguarded for too long.
They had grown close over the years as they had matured and entered adult-hood – bordering on the fine line between friends and something far more dangerous.
He had left in a panic shortly after realizing the game they were playing – hoping that some distance between them would help everything return to the way it once was, and she hadn't stopped him. (though a part of him wishes that she had)
It hadn't worked.
He had returned, feeling bitter and hollow, not quite understanding the reason why, until he had come across her walking down a busy city street by chance.
Her. His counterpart and former arch-nemeses.
Bu-bump, bu-bump. His heart started to pound into an irregular beat as soon as his eyes had locked with her own.
Her. The one who had suddenly kick-started his heart just by laying eyes on her.
Dear god. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed her until that moment.
She was the piece of his heart that he had been missing. And he only realized it now.
Judging from the way she was looking at him – he could tell that she was thinking the same thing.
He swallowed thickly. I need her. It's been too long. He thought simply to himself as every fiber of his being seemed to reach for the girl standing just at an arm's reach.
He didn't have to think twice about it.
In two long strides, he stood directly in front of her. Before she could get a word out, he pulled her flush against him, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him, colliding his mouth with her own in a desperate, rough kiss.
He felt her startle slightly from the sudden contact, only to moan in pleasure and grasp the back of his neck to bring him down to her level as she kissed him harder – assuring him that she needed him just as badly as he needed her.
I'm home. The green Ruff thought to himself dazedly as he felt the heat and intensity consume his very essence.
Neither pulled away to breath – they didn't have to – instead they allowed themselves to sink deeper and deeper into each other – their hearts beating in sync, and their souls intertwining.
Two halves of a whole merging into one.
Slowly but surely, he felt his cold, and slightly bitter heart slowly expand and grow warmer – retching out for her own pure one, and never wanting to let go.
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My heart is my armor,
She's the tear in my heart, she's a carver,
She's a butcher with a smile, cut me farther,
Than I've ever been.