Unfortunate (Your body is my body)

Stories and sundry that do not belong within the main storyline, but those I like too much to let languish on my computer.

The man, his Bummie, was so fragile. It was as if he would break him if he pushed to hard. Sangwoo loved to break things and Bum was no different.

After two years as a deputy for the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, not to mention a lifetime of being the kid of an officer of the law, Stiles had seen some things in his time. Some weird shit happened in Beacon Hills, really. However, no amount of animals mauled in the woods, people going missing, psychotic teenagers going on killing sprees with their trained pet mountain lions (or so the official report stated; Stiles didn’t trust his dad’s account of that night back when he was in high school) could prepare Stiles for the sheer ‘what the hell?!’-ness of waking up at six in the morning for his shift, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and then noticing that outside the back window there was a little girl playing in his flower beds.

When Betty Cooper takes out her ponytail, she means business. Well, maybe ‘business’ isn’t the right word for it. ‘Pleasure’, that would be the one. When Betty Cooper takes out her ponytail, it means pleasure. It means a loss of inhibitions, a shedding of constraint and conformity, it means hair tumbling over shoulders and the good, sweet, girl next door taking a well-earned day off. When Betty Cooper takes out her ponytail, her boyfriends know exactly what she means.