Mickey Altieri X Reader:Umbrella Link.

Mickey Altieri x Reader: Umbrella Link.

Words: 1706

Warnings: bad date.

Summary: you are alone in the rain because you forgot to brin an umbrella. mickey has one, though.

Author's note: OKAY SO I’M OBSESSED WITH SCREAM, and i’ve been writing in ao3 instead of in here because i wanted to get away from my responsabilities and numerous dodge mason request. sorry, i got overwhelmed, but i’m back, and i’m bringing all of my pieces in ao3 with me. here you go. you can find the link to ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39859458

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

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College was definitely better than high school. You had never believed your friends back in your hometown whenever they talked about how great university was going to be. How it would change everything, how no one disliked college. You had never had, on the other hand, too much faith on this idea, though. Middle school had been hell and high school hadn’t been any better. Instead of thinking positively, theorizing that college couldn’t be worse than what you had already lived, you stayed on the half empty view. So, arriving at Windsor College and discovering that you had been wrong all along was a pleasant surprise that Derek Feldman, your old friend, would never allow you to forget.

Derek and you had been friends since kindergarten. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, and neither did him without you, so it had been a relief to find out both of you had been accepted into the same high school. Your friendship, however, hadn’t stopped either of you when it was time to find some other friends, and slowly but firmly, the new group of friends strengthened with the friendships that lasted after the first weeks of class. Randy, Derek, Mickey, Hallie, Sidney… You’ve all become inseparable and that’s everything you know by now. 

That, and the fact that it is raining like it’s the last day on Earth and you have no umbrella.

Hallie and Derek told you earlier, before you went on your date, that you should take an umbrella with you but you hadn’t listened. There were no clouds in the sky and you were convinced you would come back to your dorm before the sky could get cloudy. As you had expected, the date hadn’t gone well for you, but the guy talked a lot about himself — so much, you had loathed the sound of his voice only half an hour in. Still, you hadn’t found a valuable excuse to leave earlier than supposed to, and he literally gave you no time to tell him that it was already late and you should head back home. He had offered to walk you home, making a brilliant observation about you not having an umbrella when it was raining cats and dogs, but you had nicely told him you would wait in the coffee shop’s doorway until it stopped. You had no intention of spending more time with that person, ever again, and it had been a relief seeing him finally walk away. It wasn’t a relief, though, that it was still bucketing down with no intention to stop. You were cold, and tired and a bit annoyed by the result of your date.

“Nice weather, isn’t it?” The voice near your ear made you jump on your place, not knowing someone had approached you from behind. You gave Mickey Altieri a dirty look when you recognized him behind his umbrella, a grin in his face. “Whoa, relax, Y/N. It’s just me”

Mickey had been Derek’s first friend on campus. He was his roommate and the two of them had quickly hit it off. He also turned out to be a film student, just like you, but you were closer with Randy Meeks. Mickey was everything opposed to Randy, which meant he was everything that got you a little nervous. His nonchalant playfulness, his flirtatious comments, his easy going but intense personality — it was all nice until you two were alone, when those things focused on you more than usual. 

“Yeah.” You scoffed, burying your hands in your hoodie’s pockets. You avoided his eyes for some seconds before looking back at him, finding he moved from behind you to next to you. “For a duck, it might be”

Mickey chuckled softly and his face lightened up when he did. You didn’t need to look at him to see the wrinkles that formed in his eyes, you’ve already memorized them. He happens to laugh a lot. “Where’s your date, uh?”

“Gone, thankfully.” You said, and that made him chuckle again. Your lip corner twitched gently and you crossed your arms. “No, I mean it. He was so… he only talked about himself, I swear. He literally began by saying he loved how his voice sounds”

“Sounds like a jerk.” Mickey agreed, his smile still shining bright.

“Well, he was pretty sure he was awesome”

This time, you joined Mickey’s chuckles. It was sweetly contagious, and if you looked at the situation with a little bit of humor, it was actually really funny. How many chances did someone have of going to a date where the date was only going to talk about themselves? Self-love was definitely something important, but this guy had crossed some serious boundaries. Mickey’s brain came up with a thousand jokes about what you had told him about the date, but he held himself back from saying them. It was already hard for him to make you laugh, he had no intention of screwing up the little good time you two had together. 

“So.” Mickey pointed at the rain with his chin and then looked at you. “You need some help getting home?”

You nodded softly, and grabbed his free arm when he offered it to you, so you would be better covered by the umbrella — and closer to him. Mickey was warm, probably because he hadn’t been standing outside in the cold like you had been doing. It actually made you pull impossibly closer to him, to feel the warmth and stop being cold. If you had looked up at him to check if he was okay with the proximity, you would have found Mickey smiling as softly as ever, comforted by your easygoing attitude.

“Why aren’t you in your dorm already?” You asked, not wanting the walk to be an awkward, silent one. 

Mickey shrugged his shoulders. “I was taking a walk. You know, calming down and stuff”

You hummed, understanding what he was saying. Mickey had been in an odd mood lately, and he had snapped during the morning, bickering with Hallie about something you hadn’t paid so much attention to due to your Film Theory homework. Him storming out of the cafeteria had been the only thing that had made you look away from your paper, both confused and curious. Hallie looked too angry to ask her anything, and Derek’s eyes had promised telling you what had happened later, but he never did. Sidney and him had a date, and you had been too busy with helping Randy to choose some films to think about what had happened. You had only remembered the incident after Mickey’s answer.

“If you need to talk I’m here, okay?” The words left your mouth without you thinking them twice. You didn’t need to, however, because it just made sense. Friends were there for you whenever you needed them, or they were supposed to. “You’re my friend”

Mickey looked away shortly before flashing you with a well practiced smile. “I know, Y/N”

Once again you hummed, and you allowed the silence to settle between the two of you. As much as you didn’t want silence during the walk, you couldn’t force a conversation on him, and it actually turned out not to be as awkward as you had imagined. Mickey’s aura just kept it from being awkward.

By the time you arrived at your residence hall, the rain had calmed down a bit and changed to a slight drizzle that bothered more than soaked. It was ironic thinking that, if Mickey hadn’t been there to walk home with you, you could have just waited a bit more and come home by yourself. You were still grateful he had decided to take the route he had taken.

You held the door open for him to come inside the building, knowing he wouldn’t have plans for tonight and would rather just stay in his dorm. Mickey thanked you with a smile as he closed the umbrella, and stepped inside with you. 

“Um…” You played mindlessly with your hoodie’s sleeves. “Should I worry about you, Altieri? You seem off”

That was by far Mickey’s brightest smile since you had met him. It actually confused you to see him smiling that hard when he had been so weirdly silent, but you smiled back at him. There was just something about him that set you in a good mood whenever he wasn’t making you nervous. 

“You definitely shouldn’t.” He assured, nodding his head as a thank you. 

“Then I’m going to, uh,” you pointed at the hallway to indicate you were going to leave. Mickey smiled “Yeah. Night, Y/N”

“Night”

You waved at Mickey before turning around. You hadn’t even taken the fifth step when you heard him take a quick step into your direction. “Y/N, wait!”

“Yeah?” You turned around in your heels, tilting your head to the side as you watched Mickey. You saw him hesitate for a second, like he shouldn’t have said anything. “Mickey?”

Mickey scratched his neck and laughed under his breath, nervously. His confidence shattered for those seconds, before he looked back at you with his characteristic, charming smile. 

“I wanna take you out on a date,” Mickey said, surprising you. Your eyes must have widened, because he chuckled shortly. “Is that so weird to you, Y/L/N?”

You scoffed, thinking his joke wasn’t funny at all. That made him raise an eyebrow, which shed doubt into you “Like, for real? A date, date?”

Mickey smiled like you were hilarious. “Yes, a date, date,” he mocked, and you felt the heat rush into your cheeks. “What’d say? Tomorrow morning at the cafeteria?”

Crossing your arms, you licked your bottom lip before letting your teeth nibble at it. You stared at him like he would eventually crackle up, saying it was a joke. But he didn’t, because it wasn’t. “Um… yeah, sure”

“It’s a date, then.” Mickey finger-gunned you as he started to walk towards the other hallway, without turning away. 

“A date,” you repeated, nodding. A smile slid into your lips. “Yeah”

what the hell i was actually considering reading one (1) of hoover’s books because they are popular BUT NOT ANYMORE-

HELPPPPPP

wow.

surfer!stu macher x gn!reader mini blurbs

CONTENT: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), very brief sexual + drug references, stu isn’t a safe driver at all

↪ surfer!stu’s room, hair and car all smell of surf wax. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve stuck your hand into his hair after a day in the water, and he’s coated over sea salt with the product. ‘ew stu, what is that?’ he sticks his hair up into a ridiculously vertical look. ‘you like?’ you frown, and he pouts with a hand held firmly against his heart.

↪ he has a pickup truck he describes as “shitty”, but his frame of reference is completely messed up. his parents stopped letting him drive their sports car after he crashed it (measures only got this drastic after the third prosecuted incident). his board doesn’t fit well in the bed of the truck, but stu does his best to reassure you. ‘no babe, it’ll be fine.’ he turns to check, somewhat unsure of his own statement. ‘no one’s stupid enough to run into this. gonna hurt them more than it’ll hurt me.’ you bite your tongue on his long list of accidents, most his family were able to get him out of repercussions for.   

↪ you rub aloe vera into his back when he comes back burnt, which is every time he goes. he winces and whimpers. ‘stop being a baby,’ you chastise. ‘i’m not,’ he whines with a less than convincing pitch. ‘if you just sunscreened, this wouldn’t happen.’ ‘didn’t have time. the waves were too good. you should’ve seen them, babe. picture perfect. just like you.’ his cheesy grin distracts you from your concern, for better or worse. 

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You've got to have a brass set of ovaries to be white practicing hoodoo and Vodou

If you were A REAL witch (born and raised) you would KNOW that type of shit does NOT BELONG to you. I mean, damn, even witches who have been practicing for years that weren't born and raised as witches and wiccan know better than that.

What disgusts me the most is that it is literally impossible to play ignorant to the fact that it is an african american (black) practice. How do you practice something without knowing the history? So you know damn well you shouldn't be doing it and you're doing it anyway? It's not illegal but it's not right either. If I see it any social media platform I'm calling you out.

Also, don't none of you come at me for this either. Its not my fault that you're so desperate to find yourself and so desperate for a sense of belonging that you decided to just insert yourself in something you don't belong doing.

Who the fuck does that shit? Weirdos.

Don't let this post fool you though. I am very open-minded, empathetic, and I have the ability to understand people from all walks of life. I am probably the nicest fucking person ever but Sorry sweetie I can't let you walk around thinking you're fucking "magical" and cool when you're barking up the WRONG fucking tree. 😐🤦‍♀️

movie: fucking patrizia gucci.

tv show: jim halpert aka paper supplier. fuck the office.

could you write something about Chico (deadly class) maybe anguish where the f! reader feels insecure about Maria (Chico and she are just acquaintances, not like in the movie) then f! reader moves away from Chico and starts to get together with the rats being part of the Soto Vatos cartel (I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME VERY WELL) after that Chico at night goes to his girlfriend's room, the reader, to clarify things because he feels fucking in need of his attention, he misses her.

English is not my first language, sorry :((

i'm really really sorry but chico isn't included in the list of the characters i write for, only marcus is. your english was alright, though, and the idea was really good, but i won't do it because chico isn't a character i feel comfortable writing. check my list of fandoms i'm in and characters i write for here to request !!