please please please write something for Mickey altieri I love him sm
You know I love Mr. Altieri and I'm always happy to write for him 😉 Hope you enjoy this set of headcanons darling 💕
~ Lots of love, Vy 💌
Mickey Altieri having a crush on you in college would include:
You told yourself you wouldn't date in college - for many reasons
Obviously, piles of schoolwork and many hours of studying awaited you and you couldn't imagine yourself forfeiting your future and neglecting all that work for a significant other
But also the upcoming four years are exactly the years meant for being wild and you couldn't afford missing out on any of that due to a commitment to another person
But at this point life had rudely taught you that things rarely go as you hope and plan them to
One of the variables you didn't factor into your planning was Mickey fucking Altieri
The sleek bastard
You'd caught his eye from day one - orientation day, to be exact
He was very fond to see you in his film class and with a bit of asking around he found out you too are a film major
He wasted no time pulling out every flirting trick he can ever remember working on you
All to be dismissed and rejected each and every time
But he's a persistent man, well aware of his charm and charisma
"I'm not your type, I get it. How about we start over? Friends?"
"In your dreams, Altieri." You roll your eyes at his poorly disguised attempt at poking through your guard
"How come you know my last name?"
Your eyes widen before you can stop them
You've just exposed your own snooping agenda
You'd be lying if you said you didn't conduct your own research on this man
Sure, he's attractive, fun to be around, charismatic - magnetic, almost
And, contrary to his claim, just your type
But you refuse to give in
That is until you realize that giving him a chance doesn't automatically mean establishing a relationship
Rather a dynamic
One with the potential to be quite fun and exciting at best
Interesting and eventful at worst
So, when he tries one more time, offering you nothing more than his company to a sorority party
You shock him by agreeing, retorting with a time at which you required him to pick you up from your dorm building
And pick you up he does
You roll your eyes at the corny gesture of a bouquet - or the sorry excuse for one he'd picked up on his way across campus
Still, you can't help but find it endearing
"I knew you'd like me eventually" he is getting cocky, reaching even, but as long as he's able to get a laugh out of you he's satisfied
"Don't hold your breath. I just wanted to go to a party."
"Yeah but you could've gone with anyone else. Just admit you like me, hell won't freeze over."
You narrow your eyes at him a part of you regretting the decision to accept his offer while another corner of your brain is looking forward to the evening the two of you are about to have
"Over my dead body"
Little do you know, he could easily get that arranged
But he'd never do that, not to you anyway
"Ten bucks says they disappear to make out an hour into the party." Hallie says, peering over at Sidney as the two observe their friend meet up for something they adamantly claimed wasn't a date
"You're on." Sid agrees, both girls giggling as they get back to getting ready for the party
A party you and Mickey disappear from about forty-five minutes in, earning Hallie ten dollars
The rest is history - history filled with Mickey poking fun at how quickly your resolve crumbled
Because now, four months later, you're celebrating three months of officially dating
This is one of those rare occasions when life works out a lot better than you'd originally planned it
Some things are better off unplanned
The best things in life come as a surprise, after all
“look, all i’m saying is there’s usually some reason a villain is the way they are and we should be so quick to dismiss their past.” you said, holding your hands up in defence.
Mickey grinned, “i completely agree.”
“thank you, you see?!” you looked around at the class, “i’m not the only psycho in the class.”
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . write something about mickey that's like fluff and make it that he wasn't ghostface or sumth :):)
Mickey Altieri my beloved!!!!!
You got it darling, be prepared for FLUFF!!
Finer Things
Mickey Altieri x Reader (Gender Neutral)
Warnings: Minor Spoilers for the first Scream movie (1996), Vaguely suggestive content, Swearing
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Summary: Mickey's attempts at wooing you are funny at worst. Effective at best.
Yo made yourself a list of rules even back in your senior year in high school. Rules specifically for college. You thought you'd need them to prove to your parents that you are eligible to be on your own on the opposite side of the country. That's right - you went all the way from the Big Apple that is New York to Ohio to study at your dream college. Why that one specifically? No real reason other than the need to get out of the familiar surrounding and be out of the reach of your parents' control. Plus, you were obsessed with filmmaking, so that checked out.
Now, back to those rules.
Some were just for show to show your parents how mature you'd become, others were outright for you and they mostly revolved around you doing well in your classes and staying focused on your studies while still being organized in your life outside school. Basically, you limited your week to a certain amount of hours you could spend with friends you'd make, you estimated the time you'd have for study and how much room that left you for a job to fasten your financial stability, etc.
It goes without say that with this tightknit and very packed schedule for each week ahead of you, there'd be no room for any romantic involvement with people.
However, upon arriving in Ohio, situating yourself in the dorms and meeting some people that were in the same class as you, you found that the rule you had placed was easier dictated than followed.
You've never been a romantic in the exact sense. Ok, you maybe are a romantic, but not a hopeless one, so you previously had no doubts that staying out of relationships would be a breeze. There's one factor you hadn't calculated though - the hindrance of Micky Altieri's charm.
“Morning, Y/N.“
As per usual, it’s 7 AM and your in the library typing away at your assigned computer with an hour to spare before your first class starts. Why Mickey is there every morning is beyond you cause he never seems to actually do anything except distract you from your work. Well, you might have an idea of his motive, but you don’t wanna make false assumptions, considering you don’t know him that well yet.
“Morning, Mickey.“ You shortly reply, flashing him a brief smile before turning back to look at your monitor. You have an improvised script to write for your midterm and yes, you are starting it at the beginning of the year cause you have a big idea in mind that can’t be written last minute or a week before you have to turn it in. The creative freedom the class was given by your professor was refreshing and allowed you to go all out. That’s just another reason you don’t need the element of Mickey in the equation.
And yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to either quiet down or leave you alone. Not when he’s smiling at you like that. And especially not when he sets down a cup of coffee he got you from the coffee machine in the lounge.
“Thanks.“ You say gratefully, deciding you can take a small break to chat with the guy - something your rules clearly dictate is wrong. “How many classes do you have today?“
“Why?“ His smile turns into a cocky smirk, “Need me for something? Assistance of any kind?“
You roll your eyes but an involuntary chuckle still manages to escape you, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I wanna rob a bank...” You whisper the last part, the effect of it causing the boy to laugh.
“You’re asking the right person.“ He winks, almost getting you to blush. “Time and place?“ You roll your eyes again, but what you don’t know is how adorable he finds it when you do that. “Ok, ok, I have four classes. Five actually, but I’m skipping the last cause Mr. Lou is not worth my time.”
“Oh Cici is gonna be pleased when she doesn’t see you there.“ You smirk, this time getting an eye-roll out of him, flipping the tables.
“She’s complained to you?“ You nod, he sighs, “What can I say, my love language is annoying people, I guess.“
You don’t notice yourself leaning across the table, slightly leaning towards him, “So you must really love me, huh?”
He mirrors your body language, leaning closer to you. You notice his gaze flicking down to your lips but you aren’t sure if it was just your eyes playing tricks on you or if it was real. Regardless, his eyes are now back on yours. “You have no idea....”
“Break it up, you two! You’re grossing me out!“
Of course, if someone was gonna interrupt a moment like that, it has to be Randy.
Once again, as you readjust your posture and resume your work, you fail to notice the silent exchange between the two friends, consisting of Mickey glaring daggers at Randy who’s making the worst kissy faces.
* * * * *
“Y/N, wait up!“
You’d typically pretend you heard nothing and keep your Walkman headphones in, but you recognize that voice, so you stop and turn to see Mickey, bag in hand, running towards you.
“Hey!“ You smile at him as he hits the breaks, taking a stand in front of you. “What’s got you in such a hurry?“
“You’re a fast walker.“ He replies, still breathless, “And I couldn’t just let you slip me by like that without saying ‘hi’.“
“If you’re gonna chase people, you should work on your stamina, Altieri.“ You tell him smugly, feeling proud of yourself at the sight of the smirk that appears on his reddened face.
“I will work on it, but still, I only plan on chasing you.“ He winks at you, earning himself a point to even the field between you two.
“No use chasing something you’ll never catch.“ You sass back, hoping to regain your composure after his line put your entire world out of balance.
“The chase is thrilling regardless.“
The thrill, that’s what it’s all about. The thrill of sensing his presence in the same room before you even see or hear him. The thrill of your eyes meeting his. The thrill your brain produces with its wild imagination, sometimes even too wild. That’s all the thrill you need.
* * * * *
“You aren’t drinking?“ The voice struggles to the thumping music, still managing to reach your ear though.
“Nope! I’m keeping an eye on Sidney and Hallie. Cici is also tired of being the sober sister so I need to drive her and those two home later. Maybe babysit them through the night too, who knows.“ You shrug, taking a sip of your virgin mojito.
Mickey leans against the wall next to you, “Oh Y/N, why are you letting all the fun pass you by? You’re in the prime age for bad decisions and reckless fun. Live a little.” He pushes off the wall a bit, bringing you both to a closer proximity to where he’s looking down at you due to the height difference and your poor posture at the moment, “Don’t you think it’s bout time you drop the goody-two-shoes lifestyle and...” his gaze sizes you up in a way that prickles your skin, leaving a fiery trace behind. “...enjoy the finer things in life?”
He’s on his way to score his second point, but there’s no way you’re about to let him - But first you need time to regain control of your body which automatically gravitates closer to his, like the pull of a strong magnet on metal.
Straightening up and smoothing out your shirt, you look him dead in the eyes as you speak, “You’re right, I really should.” You look briefly over your shoulder, your gaze fixating on the one of a guy who just happened to be looking in your direction. He smiles at you, tilting his cup in your direction which is about as enough an invitation as it gets. “Thanks for the encouragement, Mickey. You’re the best.”
And with that, you leave the poor guy baffled, frozen in his spot as you approach the handsome stranger with who you proceed to dance the whole night away. He was charming, funny, a good dancer and an even better kisser. But there was one problem - he wasn’t the one you envisioned kissing. He wasn’t the one you truly wanted to kiss.
You technically won that point, but at the cost of a really bittersweet realization.
* * * * *
Mickey would be lying if he said he wasn’t experiencing slight deja vu as he ran through the same routine as a couple of weeks ago.
He got up, showered, got dressed and was out the door even before Derek had woken up. At 7:05 sharp, he strutted his way into the library, finding you there, in the exact same position with the exact same look on your face - unshakeable focus.
Too bad cause he’s gonna shake it.
“Morning, Mickey.“
The greeting startles him slightly cause he thought you hadn’t noticed him walking in.
“Morning, Y/N.“ He greets and sits down in the chair on the opposite end of the table.
You save your progress and grab the second cup of coffee - that’s thankfully still warm - offering it to Mickey.
To say he’s surprised would be an understatement of the century. He’s left speechless and he’s thankful you slid the cup across the desk instead of handing it to him since he’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to lift his arm to take it.
“Thanks.“ He somehow finds his voice to express his gratitude and manages to smile at you as he takes a sip of the warm beverage, hoping it’ll calm him down. Taking a deep breath, he continues to follow his plan, “How many classes do you have today?“
Oh how the tables have turned.
“Why? Got a bank to rob or something?“ You smirk, tinkering with the pen on your side of the desk. He nods, so you continue, “Time and place?“
“The cafeteria, tonight at eight.“ He blurts out, leaving you slack-jawed for a few moments which are enough to make him think he’s been rejected.
Just as he turns his back to you to leave, mumbling apologies under his breath, you call out to him, breaking your rule in the process, “It’s a date, Altieri!”
Mickey wastes no time whirling around, that famous grin shining on his face, lighting up the entire room. “It’s a date, Y/L/N.”
He turns back around to walk away, probably to go somewhere where he can celebrate like a middle school boy in peace, but then...
“Hey! One more thing!“
He stops in his tracks and turns back around, “Yea-?”
He doesn’t get to finish saying the word before your lips are against his. He responds in no time, kissing you back like this is something he’s been longing for for a long time now which is probably true. And it’s true for you two, seeing as how you wish to never break the contact between your lips nor remove your hands from around his neck. His is around your waist and the other one is cupping your cheek, afraid to let you go, afraid he might wake up and find it all to be a cruel dream.
Regardless of your wishes, your lungs are running dangerously low on oxygen, causing you to pull away, leaning your foreheads against one another.
“You’re that finer thing in life, Mickey Altieri.“ You whisper to him, getting him to chuckle.
“See how much you’ve been missing out on?“ He replies, also in a whisper.
Your eyes glint mischievously when they meet his again. You take the hand that’s holding your cheek into yours, “What do you say we make up for lost time?“
He says nothing, instead guiding you by your joined hands to the back of the empty library.
This time, neither of you notice Sidney, Derek, Randy and Hallie looking in through the library windows, spying at you the entire time. I don’t know who’s luckier - them or you two - that there are no windows in the back.
