Lords of the Playlist

Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me either and as always, they have human appendages.

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 63: Still Breathing – Green Day

She didn't know how exactly it happened – but somehow Buttercup found herself hanging out with Butch one crisp Friday eveing.

Of course, she used the term 'hanging out' loosely – after all, he still was a massive pain in the ass at times, but high school had mellowed him out somehow, and made him more tolerable as a result. And if she was honest with herself: the guy actually made for pretty decent conversation. After all, he was an extension of her to a degree, and she always found that they understood each other on a level that she had yet to find with another person.

Currently, both green eyed teens were boasting about the most insane stunts they had pulled recently, and as much as she hated to admit it – Butch was winning.

Worst of all, he knew it too, based on the way he was smugly grinning at her, as she felt herself get more and more red in the face.

"Fuck Puff, have you ever even lived a day in your life?"

His words made her fall short.

Sure she had lived – she was blessed to have more opportunities than most people. She got to fight monsters on the daily, her powers were essentially limitless, allowing her to achieve basically anything she wanted, and he status as a superhero basically made her a celebrity world-wide.

And yet…

She was limited to what she could do… In public that is.

She wasn't allowed to be crass or rude like she was when she was alone or at home with her sisters, she always had to remain level-headed and cool out in public – even if all she wanted to do was boast about her most recent victory. She couldn't be seen doing anything rash or "out of character", which meant rough-housing with her guy friends was essentially out of the question.

She wasn't necessarily allowed to be her true self when she was out in public, and now that she thought about it – it bothered her.

Her silence was picked up by Butch almost instantly, and he shot her a coy smirk. "C'ome Puff, I know what you're really like: you're basically me, just a little more polite. I know that all you really want to do is let loose… so do it. Hell, I 'll even help you."

"I… can't." she finally muttered softly. "I have a reputation to keep, if people saw me really letting lose they would-"

"Fuck 'em." Butch cut in as he extended his hand to her. "You save their asses twenty-four seven, I think they owe you this much." He smirked. "Question is: do you trust me to help you let go?"

"Not really." She laughed, but took his hand regardless. "But I'll put my faith in you just this once."

He grinned at her answer and pulled her into the air with him. "Let's go paint the town green baby."

Her smirk matched his own as both X-beings took off towards the city in two different flashes of green.

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XxX

I'm like an ambulance that's turning on the sirens

I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine

Are you scared to death to live?

Oh, I'm still alive