The reason why NBC’s Hannibal found such a huge female audience is because Fuller’s/Mads’ Lecter is not a male power fantasy: he’s a female power fantasy.
He’s not a broody snippy git whose appeal is assumed apriori and who in real life would drive away absolutely everyone he met (e.g. any sad manboy ever trotted out as a lead by Moffat).
He’s not an “aspirational” over-muscled hulk.
He’s not a fighter for ‘truth’ or ‘justice’ for whom bodies are just collateral on his path to heroic self-actualization
This Hannibal is the Head Bitch In Charge.
He is independent to the n-th degree. He lives to please himself and no one else. He is fabulous. He shamelessly geeks out over obscure and refined pastimes and shares them with friends. He is the Queen Bee of his social circle. He takes any excuse to treat himself, but he also has perfect self-discipline: gym is not optional. His time-management skills are superhuman. He can decorate and keep a house like Martha Stewart, hold down several jobs, and practice multiple hobbies daily.
(And what are his hobbies, aside from slaughter? Cooking, foreign languages, drawing, playing musical instruments and composing. And clearly clothes shopping. He is probably on first-name basis with the best tailors and cordwainers in town. Contrast with Will, whose hobbies are stereotypically masculine: fixing motor boats, fishing, playing outside with his dogs.)
Hannibal is not young, but he wears his age gracefully. He regrets nothing, like an embodiment of Piaf’s “Non, rien de rien”. His hair is perfect because he clearly spends time in front of the mirror styling it, not because the show’s producer wanted him to look effortlessly cool (*cough*Sherlock*cough*).
He never, ever loses his temper in public, as if he knows that the world/audience will not fawn over him for trying to assert himself through vulgarity, posturing, or volume - all the typical ways in which men like to hijack and dominate conversations.
He can dispatch a creepy stalker like Franklyn with a single neck twist, with no consequences. A sweet fantasy, indeed. If only real life stalkers were so easy to dispose of.
Hannibal’s victims - those who were not killed in self-defense or as ‘murder presents’ for Will - tend to fall into two categories: other killers who act like *they* are the baddest bitches in town (Gideon, Tobias, the mural guy) and people who disrespect him. Of those, there are surprisingly many. In fact, it seems like the very esteemed pillar of Baltimore society Dr. Lecter goes through life constantly being dissed. This is rather puzzling. Hannibal is a tall good-looking white gentleman who speaks like a professor, dresses like a count, and drives a Bentley that costs more than people’s houses. And yet something about him prompts many people, especially in the service industry, to be rude to him.
But he doesn’t confront these “pigs” (already a gender-loaded term, even though it gets applied to victims of both sexes) in a head-on, macho way. Instead, he bides his time and dispatches his prey through some kind of a sneak attack. His preferred philosophy of fighting is “feminine”: assume your opponent is physically stronger and don’t try to out-muscle them. (Even if his opponent is much smaller and weaker, like Chilton.) Subterfuge, ambush, sedatives - Hannibal wins his fights by fighting on his own terms. Nevertheless, if a man should come at him with a weapon, he defends himself with perfect adroitness: Tobias, Jack, Mason’s henchmen, etc.
Even some aspects of Hannibal’s relationship with Will would make more sense if he were female. In particular the issue of, well, issue. Hannibal is clearly Not Okay with Will having children with anyone but him. This is somewhat odd for a man, especially one who seems to have never wanted kids before this. But it makes sense for a woman just past menopause: fate finally delivered her dream partner, but it’s too late to have a family. And so Hannibal sets up the dominoes for Margot’s pregnancy to be terminated practically as soon as he learns of it. If he can’t have Will’s kids, then no one can. They may be adopted, but they have to be *theirs*.
It also makes sense that when Hannibal discovers Will’s treachery, he goes full Medea on him. Killing the man’s children is common to cultural narratives of wronged women all over the world. It’s often the only leverage they have over the men, the only way they can exact revenge. Hannibal can take much more than Abigail from Will, but she is the only thing he can take that truly matters.
Bonus exercise for the reader: imagine a version of the show where everything is the same, but Hannibal is played by Meryl Streep.
Or even just swap Mads Mikkelsen & Gillian Anderson places. Let her be Hannah Lecter; let him be Dr. Bennett Du Maurier, her wary shrink. Both the characterization and plot still work almost 100%.
Reasons why I like Homecoming better than any other Spider-Man (live action) flick in existence
• Penis Parker looks, sounds and acts like an actual 15 year old high schooler.
• avoided origin story that everyone and their mother’s cat already know
• Ned Leeds is precious
• Batman is evil
• avoided uncle Ben (and his stupid mantra)
• started the movie in the super cool upgraded aesthetically pleasing suit
• Peter does not make creepy stalker pictures of his crush (that are made without her consent)
• instead just dreamily stares at her from afar like a loser like the rest of us
• no goddamn Harry Osbourne angst
• animated spider eyes
• Liz is gorgeous
• Peter’s adorable “Mr. Stark” whenever he says it
• Flash is upgraded, honestly funny and weirdly endearing version of himself and is still a bully
• Peter Parker’s hair
• Aaron Davis The Walking Easter Egg
• Peter visibly needing help in being a superhero via Tony and Guy in the Chair Leeds
• also, dad!Tony
• The Villain Is Actually Father Of My Friend plot twist trope DONE RIGHT!!!
• no unnecessary amount of Plus One villains besides The Vulture and his (funny, curious) goons
• Stark company fucked everyone over (again)
• ended the movie in the cheap super lame aesthetically ugly onesie costume instead
• Peter’s won the day with character development depending on his own;
- no romantic interest (in distress) that prompted his strength
- no moody friend to guilt trip him into saving himself
- no edgy angst due to Uncle Ben’s mantra
• Michelle, the beautiful book-reading, has no friends, intellectually observant genius “my friends call me MJ” is the downplayed but so fresh and clearly-a-slowburn, full of potential MJ that I didn’t know I needed in my life, but just as Peter Parker will realize one day, what a blessing she is.
It wasn’t necessarily the pile of dishes or the trail of clothes that seemed to almost constantly hover around Jungkook like he was some annoying ass Avatar or something that got you so mad. It wasn’t the thick fragrance of his cologne or body wash that drifted through the open plan of your shared apartment every morning, or the smell of his musky sweat when he returned home from his evening jog, or from when he emerges from his room- having clearly just having a ‘fucking mind blowing’ wank. It wasn’t the soft melodies, or exciting electronic beats that flooded from his open window and into yours, nor his big and copious amounts of jackets and coats that made it nearly impossible to get your own fucking clothes from the rack next to the front door. Your frequent burning irritation had nothing to do with his presence, with the evidence of his existence in your apartment and life; it was with the man behind it all. It was with him. With fucking Jeon Jungkook. Ok, and maybe it was also for his fucking annoying baking habits. Did he really need to bring that shit home? Didn’t he get sick of it at work?
“Welcome to witchcraft class let’s talk about curses.”
“Hello students today I’m going to teach you about a bunch of very creepy stuff that I may or may not have done let’s just not think about it too hard okay?”
“That bad dream you had was definitely a curse. Every bad dream you’ve ever had was probably a curse.”
“To break a curse walk backwards through your kitchen to the fridge, pull out a milk jug filled with holy water, and chug it while standing there with the door open.”
“There are fifty thousand types of witchcraft you can do with a rusty nail so I hope we’ve all had our tetanus shots!”
“You definitely don’t need dirt or hair or whatever creepy stalker mementos from your target to be able curse them. Honey, this is the age of Instagram. It’s time to curse your enemy’s Cheerios.”
“You’ll have to memorize these next ten steps. You can’t write them down because you don’t want to have any evidence in your house that you’ve ever even thought about doing any of this.”
“Don’t huff grave dust. You don’t get any cool visions from it. Trust me, I know.”
“Now, remember: I’ve only told you 1/100th of the things I know how to do today, so don’t try any of this stuff on me because then you’ll learn the rest of what I know from what you’ll probably consider the wrong point of view.”
Words: 892 Plot: Peter gets put in detention with the reader. Cute note passing ensues. A/N: I know I said I’d write more Alex Summers but GUYS! SPIDERMAN! I saw it at the movies and it was so good, so pure. I know most of you are out of high school now so this is a #throwback. I tried to make it totally cute.
Peter slumped against the desk; pushing his forehead against the cool plastic of the table. Detention again; somehow, he always managed to end up back in detention. It wasn’t like he was trying to be here: he just couldn’t catch a break. Turns out fighting crime and writing his biology paper were incompatible things.
The clicking of a pen made him grogilly open his eyes. A few desks away from him; a girl perched awkwardly on her chair, scribbling doodles onto her notepad. Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her before; he wondered if she was new or just way above his social radar. Who wasn’t? But something about the way her mouth pressed together made his head spin. She was unconventionally beautiful; lush hair and kind eyes that tugged his gaze, made his blood prick in his skin. And he thought- She raised her brow, curiously returning his gaze. Ah, shit. He’d been staring at her like a creepy stalker. How’d he always manage to screw up this bad? He shifted his gaze immediately to the ceiling; pretending he was checking out the old pieces of tissue that had been lodged into the gaps in the paneling until he thought it was safe.
Something tapped his shoulder; a crumpled piece of paper bouncing across the carpet at his feet. The girl was hastily writing in her notepad again; attempting to look nonchalant, no doubt. Peter bent down, unfolding the little scrap at his feet.
What are you in for?
Peter bit his lip, rustling into his backpack for his science book. It wasn’t hard to tear out a spare page in a vaguely square shape. He clicked his pen awkwardly, nerves building in his chest.
Busted for no biology homework. You?
He crumpled it, his eyes darting around the room to see if the supervisor was watching. He wasn’t, as usual; he looked about as bored as Peter felt, and seemed to be watching Netflix on his laptop or something of the like. With minimal effort, Peter threw the little piece of paper and managed to get it to roll onto her desk. She smiled to herself, looking up at him for a brief moment. Wow.
Made a model of a volcano. It may have exploded.
Peter looked over, laughter playing on his lips “Seriously?” he mouthed. She nodded, a look of disbelief on her face as she thought about the incident.
“(y/n)” the supervisor called, looking up with absolute neutrality plastered across his features “you can go whenever.” She tapped her fingers on her desk awkwardly. “I might stay here to study for a bit” she breathed. Peter detected a hint of an accent; her voice was every bit as lovely as he expected “it’s…quieter here than the cafeteria”. The supervisor shrugged. “Suit yourself”.
(y/n) smiled to herself, wrinkling her nose as she tore off another note and tossed it to Peter.
So, who are you, other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework?
Other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework, I’m Peter Parker. But I prefer the first one.
She laughed, and he felt his heart sing.
“Alright Peter, you’re good to go” the supervisor called out, yawning quietly. Peter stood up slowly, his chair sliding across the floor as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. (y/n) stared at him, her notepad pressed to her chest. Peter motioned towards the door, raising his brows nervously. She nodded, swinging her hair back and throwing her bag on. Peter felt his heart stutter awkwardly as he made it into the hallway, her footsteps directly behind him.
“I think that guy might have been the most chilled out detention supervisor I’ve ever seen” she laughed, stumbling awkwardly as she tripped over her laces slightly. Peter held out his hand to catch her elbow; the places where his fingers met her skin felt awkward and clammy. “Sorry. Clumsy” she breathed, grabbing at the straps of her backpack as they walked in tandem through the corridor. “Oh, yeah, me too. I’m always…tripping over things. Y’know?” he stuttered, words leaving his mouth in a slush of anxiousness. Oh my god. “You’re good at the words thing” she teased, a half-smile tugging at her lips as her eyes lingered on his. Oh man. “That’s what they say” Peter grinned, slowing his pace so that he didn’t get to his locker in a hurry. He wanted to spend longer just talking; he didn’t want it to end here. “Well, this is me” she added, scratching the back of her head as she stopped by the doors to the chemistry labs “but it was great to meet you, Peter. I get the feeling it won’t be the last time”. Peter felt the breath leave his lungs for a second, his face growing hot. “Yeah, it was nice. I hope you…explode more volcanoes. So we can hang out.” She grinned, awkwardly spinning on her heels “okay, great”. “Great”. And with that, she strode into class, glancing back just once as he waved slightly like an absolute moron.
“Tell me you got her number” Ned gasped, appearing behind Peter and breaking his trance “she’s amazing”. Peter shoved Ned’s shoulder slightly, turning him to face the other way as they both walked down the hall. “I’m working on it” he muttered.
Since April is coming up I think I’m going to do some posts talking about how bad of an organization autism $peaks is.
First hardly any of the money they raise goes towards helping autistics. The majority goes back into funding even more fundraisers and research into a “cure”. Second they don’t listen to autistics. Unlike other organizations there are no autistics in autism $peaks and they refuse to listen to the voices of autistics.
Third autism $peaks really dehumanize autistics in the way that they talk about autism. They’ve been known to say stuff like “autism ruins marriages” and have constantly referred to autistic children as being “missing”. They talk about autism as if it’s a cancer, a disease that needs to be eradicated. If you want a clear picture of how autism $peaks views us autistics then you should watch their 2009 awareness ad titled “I am autism” though I warn you the video is disgusting in how it talks about autism. The video makes autism out to be a creepy stalker that will steal children away from their parents. The whole video is really sickening and I warn you to only watch it if you think you can handle it, maybe read a transcript of it instead if you’re really curious.
Finally they have funded some really terrible things such as the Judge Rotenberg Center which used electro shock “therapy” on autistics. They abuse autistics to stop them from doing things that are normal autistic traits such as stimming. This place needs to be shut down and I’m amazed that it hasn’t been yet. I’ll probably make another post talking more about this place later.
So in conclusion, this April do not “light it up blue” as that is an autism $peaks movement. Autism $peaks us a horribly ableist organization that is practically a hate group. If you support autism $peaks then you are not supporting autistics!
Can you make a list of your bug head fic recs please?
Yes! There are so many amazing Bughead fics out there, you are in for a treat!
Wicked Games by aliquitecontrary (ItsAryanna)- Betty is a famous supermodel with a creepy stalker, so she gets Jughead Jones a hot bodyguard assigned to her. I am obsessed! Anything written by @camelotskingz is amazing! I am obsessed with her stories.
To B.C. I Still Love Youby aliquitecontrary (ItsAryanna)- Get out the tissues, this story is beautiful and heartbreaking. Jughead is a best selling author, his novel is about his relationship and break up with Betty Cooper. The angst is so real!
The Girl With The Journal by juggieiheadcoopers- The best Soulmate AU that I have ever read! Jughead writes journal entires everyday since he was sixteen years old about a blonde haired girl that he never met before. Betty finds his journal when he leaves it behind in a coffee shop and reads it. It is sooooo good!
The Serpent and Swan by jugandbettsdetectiveagency- The fandom was blessed with the beautiful pictures of Lili in a pink dress which inspired many new Royal AU’s. I am a sucker for Royal Bughead. This is one of the many awesome Royal fics.
Tacos and Tequila by jugandbettsdetevtiveagency- I love this story so much! It just finished :(, but it is an absolute masterpiece! Betty and Archie have plans for her to visit him at college for the weekend, but when she gets to his place in a snow storm she is greeted by Archie’s roommate Jughead. She finds out that Archie forgot about their plans and is away for the weekend. Bughead trapped together in a snow storm, it’s as amazing as it sounds!
Coop de Grace by justcorbeau- If you love a slow burn this is the perfect story for you! AU set in New York. I am only halfway through, but I am hooked.
Needing/Getting by slantedsunsight- This story is Ski trip Bughead. It is adorable, but hasn’t been updated in a bit. I recommend still reading the first two chapters.
Do You Believe in Fate? by jennimisk- Study Abroad in Italy AU. Such a beautiful story. I look forward to updates every week!
The Winged Beast by onceuponamirror- For those who love Serpent Jughead, this is the story for you. My girl Sabrina is featured as well. One of the first Bughead fics that I fell in love with.
Make It Work by Raptorlily- You can never go wrong with a classic fake dating slow burn to lovers. I am loving this story where Betty and Jughead pretend to be dating for Veronica and Archie’s wedding. Ongoing and I can’t wait to see how it plays out!
And Other Collisions by Raptorlily- This story is an AU about what if Jughead had been at Cheryl’s party in 1x01. I adore this story. It has not been updated in a while, but fingers crossed that it is updated soon!
I Need My Girl by LILAYYYY- This story is so unique! Jughead and Betty are roommates who both are in love with each other, but will not admit it to each other. This story features lots of angst and a bisexual Betty. Definitely one of my favorites!
I’ll Wait For You by AGirlNamedWhiskey- This is an AU where Betty is an army kid who moves around. She moves to Riverdale where she gets involved with Riverdale’s car racing scene. Jughead Jones is one of the best drivers in town. Ugh there are no words for how much I love this story!
Crowns by annoe- Another Royal Bughead AU. The story just began and I am along for the ride.
The Reunion by dreamersshouldknowbetter- Bughead High School Reunion. Very sweet story, I adored it!
The Stacksby Malmo722- An amazing Bughead AU. I can’t explain how much I adore this story!
Blogs to follow for amazing stories-
Anything by @bughead4days, Anything on her master list is incredible. She has a multi chapter story right now called Snake Skin it is absolutely amazing!
Anything by @betsforsythetrash! Her master list is amazing as well. Self Conclusion is one of my favorite Bughead fan fics of all time.King Crown’s Bar is a smutty story that is in progress right now that I can’t get enough of.
I all ready know that I am missing a few stories and blogs, so I am so sorry if I forgot you! There are soooo many well written Bughead stories the Bughead fandom is definitely blessed with talented writers. This makes the summer hiatus a lot less painful for sure!
My mom once told me a story about this dream she had when she was a little girl. She has five sisters and she lived on a farm till she was 19 and the whole time she lived there she shared a room with two of her sisters. One night she was about 9 at the time when her door opened and a man walked in and stood over her sister Tiffany’s bed watching her sleep. She told me she was so scared she couldn’t move and couldn’t speak. The man wasn’t my grandpa or even some one she knew. He stood there for hours just looking at my aunt with his back to my mom. The next morning she went downstairs and just to reassure herself it was just a dream asked if my grandpa locked the doors After he answered yes, she checked all the doors and windows too make sure nothing was broken.
This Thanksgiving at dinner my grandma started a joking conversation about Halloween and scary things at the dinner table. After everyone was done laughing at my moms story about this one time a garter snake was on the windowsill and made her cry. My aunt Tiffany started something about a nightmare that stuck with her through the years about a man that stood over her all night once when she was a kid. “In the middle of the night a man walked into our room and stood over me for hours just breathing. I kept my eyes closed because I was so scared of him finding out I was awake.” Everyone in the room was kinda spooked but my mom and another one of my aunts started tearing up. “I thought it was just a nightmare too.”
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 9/10 Alright, I’m not sure what it is about this one but right now I find it creepy as FUCK. Thanks for sharing the scares!
You couldn’t help but stare at the man sitting in front of you as he flipped a page of the book he was reading. You had your own book in front of your face to make your staring less obvious. How he could not feel your eyes making holes in his gorgeous head was beyond your understanding.
Loki raised his head as his brother entered the room looking for him. He raised one of his eyebrows in question. Oh God! The things this man did to you.
“Tony, the Man of Iron, is looking for you. He is in his lab.” Thor said in his thundering voice.
Loki sighed but did indeed get up to leave. You frowned. You were looking forward to spend quite some time with Loki which mostly involved you staring at him like a creepy stalker but you would take whatever you could get at this point.
Loki’s seat was now taken by Thor who was intently staring at you. The way he was staring freaked you out.
“Thor? Is something wrong?”
Thor tilted his head a little and squinted his eyes.
“You have feelings for Loki.”
Your eyes widened.
“Wha..what? No. No. No way. I mean..” you laughed nervously “ why would you think that?”
Amazing job, (Y/N). If he had any doubts before they would have simply vanished by now. Seeing the look on the blond God’s face, you mentally groaned.
“You were staring.” He simply stated. “You always are.”
You tried to hide your embarrassingly red face in between the pages of your book.
“Its that obvious?” you questioned already knowing the answer.
He smiled at you.
“I know everyone thinks he is evil considering he did destroy half of New York but the Loki I have been around isn’t like that. He is sweet. He makes me laugh. Whenever I am around him, its like nothing can go wrong. And he reads. Now, how often do you find a guy like that?” You rambled.
“So you love him!’’ He shouted.
“No! I like him!” You liked Loki. Definitely. But love still had a long way to go.
Your declaration was met with a confused Thor.
“There’s a difference. In our world, it’s called a crush.”
“A crush? Why a crush?”
“Well, I suppose if the other person doesn’t like you back….your — uh, heart gets crushed..?” You shrugged.
“That is just depressing.”
Don’t I know it.
“You should tell him, (Y/N).”
You opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by someone entering the room.
“Tell what to whom?” Loki questioned.
“I was telling (Y/N) to declare her feelings to the man she likes.” You stared open mouthed at Thor and missed Loki’s glance towards you.
“Right now I declare that I want to kill someone.” You said while glaring at the man sitting in front of you.
Thor ignored your statement and got up to leave. “Oh, and Loki. Please stop crushing her. “
You dropped your head in your hands hoping the sofa you sat on would just swallow you out of existence.
Loki sat beside you and on not getting any response from you , he nudged you.
“I am highly embarrassed right now so, we would have to talk like this. That is, if you want to talk.”
“Of course I want to. Spending time with you is my only highlight of the day.”
You could swear that your heart stopped.
You looked up at him.
“So, who is the man who has your heart?” he questioned.
“Someone I know my friends would not approve of. But with him around everything is just better, you know? He makes me feel special.”
Loki looked away from you.
“I don’t think he feels the same about me.”
He gave you half a smile and said, “Well, you are special. And he would be a fool not to feel the same way, not to cherish you.”
You were pretty sure that your heart would pop out of your chest any moment now. Well, then you could give your heart to Loki, literally.
You took a deep breath.
It was now or never.
“It’s you.” You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at him. Oh, the irony.
“Considering you are someone who reads a lot, you are kinda dumb.” You rolled your eyes. “Yes, you.”
Your throat went dry and your eyes burned. You felt like crying. At least he could say something. But even without words you had got your answer.
“I think I have embarrassed myself enough today”, you swallowed the lump in your throat,” so I am gonna go.”
“Stay. Please.” He took your hands in his and met your eyes with his own.
“I..uh, I never thought I could find someone for me. Everything I ever wanted was given to Thor because he was the worthy one. I did not believe that. You have helped since the day I have come here. You would choose to spend more time with me than Thor. It was the first time anyone chose me over my brother. But this time I do believe that I am not worthy of you. I am not worthy of your love, (Y/N).”
“Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” you asked.
You brought your face closer to his and brushed your lips against his giving him a chance to pull away.
He did not.
You kissed him and he responded before you two pulled away to breathe.
Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:
“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.
Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”
“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”
“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).
“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.
“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”
“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”
“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”
“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”
(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.
She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.
He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“ Her scent faded away.
The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.
“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”
“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”
“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”
“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”
“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”
“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”
The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”
Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”
‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.
Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.
She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’
She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.
She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.
The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.
She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.
“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.
“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”
“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.
The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.