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MIGHT DIE FOR YOU pt. 1
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Y/'S POV
Mimzy’s gaze slides over you, slow and deliberate, as if she’s reading your posture like sheet music.
She stops scanning when her eyes reach yours, and a sly smile curls across her lips.
Her platinum blonde bob sways gently as she tilts her head, eyes gleaming with that kind of amusement that feels... personal.
You’re not sure if she caught the flicker of emotion you didn’t mean to show, or if she simply chose to ignore it.
“Well… aren’t you something~” she purrs, her voice honey-sweet and sharp underneath. “Pleased to meetcha’!”
The laugh that follows is light, but you catch the slight lift of her brow, the kind people wear when they’re already placing you in a box. And this made you more unsettled than earlier..
"I never would've expected Alastor to manage to snag another friend off the streets!" she muses aloud, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.
There’s a teasing lilt in her voice, but you can feel something thorny underneath. Her head shakes, bob swaying again with perfect poise. “After all, it’s not really his thing…”
Your smile is polite. Thin.
The kind you wear when you're already retreating behind the glass of your own restraint. You nod, neutral, but your brow furrows just enough to betray the confusion brewing underneath.
Friend, she said. That word shouldn’t sting, but it does. It felt like a slash of a scalpel on shallow skin.
You don’t know her, well, personally. Although, you do have some insights on her, afterall, you watched a whole bunch of this Show and for one she is also connected to Alastor.
But, officially, this is the first time you've met Mimzy and yet, she already feels like a puzzle laced with hidden pieces.
Prickly in a way that doesn't make sense. But what does make sense is why you feel so tightly coiled. Yes, you felt her malice..
Alastor doesn’t have friends. Not really. And the fact that Mimzy’s managed to be one of the few… says a lot.
That’s why, earlier, when he used that pet name on her, you forced yourself to stay still. Swallowed the slow-rising jealousy like bitter tea. You didn’t want to start something, oh no, not with her.
And definitely not now.
Then, suddenly—
“Dating, actually.”
You blink.
Angel Dust.
His voice cuts clean through the air like the pop of champagne. All eyes shifting towards him.
Mimzy’s head whips toward him, her expression tightening ever so slightly. “What?” she asks, clipped and surprised.
“They’re dating,” Angel repeats, unfazed and smiling like the cat who broke into the birdcage. “Y/N and Alastor. Calling these two ‘friends’? After we caught them in the hallways—”
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
