#mena massoud x y/n

[triptuckers]

All we ever need (Mena Massoud)

Request: No Pairing: Mena Massoud x female!reader Summary: You work on the set of Disney’s newest movie, the live action of Aladdin. You became close with the cast and crew, only you make sure that they don’t know anything about your private life and especially your boyfriend. Warnings: Mentions of physical and mental abuse. Please don’t read this if this makes you feel uncomfortable!!  I am not trying to romanticize physical or mental abuse. Angst to fluff (I chose a random name for the boyfriend).  Word count: 4K A/N: I went to see Aladdin with my best friend in 4D and I. Fell. In. Love. The music, the visuals, the characters I fell in love all over again. When my requests are open again, feel free to request the characters and/or its actors of Aladdin!! Enjoy reading!

 Working on the set of Disney’s Aladdin was an absolute dream. You grew up with Disney, watching every movie with your family. When you were ten years old, you went to Disney world and you couldn’t remember a happier day. You had been working on a few movies and TV shows, but nothing big. It was a total surprise to you when you got a call of a famous director, telling you he wanted you to be part of the crew that was going to work on the new Disney live action. At first, you thought it was maybe one of your friends messing with you. But once you figured out that it was serious, you immediately accepted the job. You had to keep it a secret until the day Disney would officially announce the making of Aladdin. But once the word was out, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You called your family and your closest friends, telling them your dream would come true: you would work on a Disney movie. You were actually going to be part of Disney’s cinematic world.

It had now been months since that one phone call. You were officially one of the graphic designers and photographers, but you helped out whenever you could. You’d help with the costume fitting, the dancing, singing, basically everything. You loved being on set and you were more than happy to help out in any way. You’d get people their morning coffees and made sure everyone had the right costumes whenever you had some time off.  It was almost too good to be true whenever you came home after a long and exhausting day on the set. But it was all worth it and you were happy to get up early the next day to go to the set for another working day. It never really felt like work, more like the dream you couldn’t believe you were living.

Being on set every day of the week meant you knew the cast and crew members almost as good as the director. You spent a great deal talking with everyone, going out for lunch or coffee breaks. You’d help the actors out with their lines whenever the other actors had to shoot a scene. You grew close with the stars of the movie, including Will Smith, Naomi Scott and Mena Massoud. You loved being on set, as everyone seemed to be in a permanent good mood. Everyone was always happy, singing their songs, practicing their dances, reading their lines. There was always this happy vibe around everyone, and you absolutely loved it.

That’s why you stayed on set for as long as you could. You never wanted to go home. Because you didn’t want to leave the set, but also because you just didn’t want to be home. The happy mood you were always in whenever you were on set, would instantly disappear as you set foot in your house. Your house should feel like a home, and the set should feel like a work place. But neither of those things were true. Your house was a house, not a home. And the set was this wonderful place where you could be yourself and where you were surrounded by people who love you. So you stayed on set for as long as you could. On your way home, you tried to walk as slow as you could.

Today was a particularly quiet day. Since most of the work was done, people were just taking it easy. It was a Friday so everyone was already taking it a bit slow. You strolled around the set. You had finished your work for today and were walking around as you always did once you got bored. You admired the set and all of the beautiful colors. A part of you still couldn’t believe you were a part of this. As you approached the trailers of the cast members, you heard a familiar laugh. You smiled to yourself and walked up to the trailer. Just as you were going to knock on the door, it already opened, revealing Mena. ‘Hi Y/N!’ said Mena happily. ‘Sorry, didn’t see you there. The three of us were about to go get some coffee at that café nearby, care to join us?’ Behind him, Will and Naomi appeared, waving at you and greeting you. ‘I’d love to!’ you said with a smile. The four of you started walking toward the exit. Happily talking about the day, you looked at your friends as they smiled and laughed at each other. You looked ahead again and froze when you saw a familiar person in front of you. Mena, Will and Naomi noticed you stopped walking. Mena followed your eyes and saw someone walking up to you. The man stopped in front of you and smiled widely. Mena could see you were scared and uncomfortable.

‘Hello Y/N!’ said the man. You swallowed hard and looked from your friends to the man in front of you. ‘Jack, meet Will, Naomi and Mena. Guys, this is Jack. My boyfriend.’ you said, introducing them to each other. Mena looked from you to Jack, he noticed the way you paused between mentioning his name and the fact that he’s your boyfriend. ‘It’s so nice to meet all of you! Y/N has told me so much about you.’ said Jack with a smile. ‘What are you doing here, Jack?’ you said quietly. Jack put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his body. ‘I came to see the famous set of Aladdin! And I came to surprise you, of course! I can’t stay long though, I have to go to work.’ said Jack. ‘Well, we can’t stick around any longer, either.’ said Mena and you looked up at him, confused. All the work of today was done. ‘We were going to grab a coffee real quick before we’re going to shoot the next scene.’ said Mena and he gave you a tiny nod. ‘Ah, yes, can’t get anywhere without hard work, am I right?’ said Jack and he pulled you even closer. ‘Certainly right.’ said Mena with a smile. Jack looked down at you. ‘Can I talk to you for a moment before you go?’ he said. You nodded. Jack turned around and walked away from Mena, Will and Naomi, still holding on to your waist tightly. He stopped and turned around to look at you. You looked at your feet. ‘Now.’ he said. ‘No hanging out after the work is done. You come home straight away, got it? Don’t stick around.’ ‘Yes.’ you whispered. Jack grabbed your chin with his thumb and finger and forced you to look up at him. ‘I didn’t hear you, sweetheart. Speak up.’ he told you. You forced yourself to look into his eyes. ‘I will not hang out after the work is done, Jack.’ you said and Jack smiled. ‘That’s right. Now tell me you love me.’ he said. You let out a sigh. ‘I love you.’ you replied. Jack smirked and walked off. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes.

‘Y/N?’ said a voice behind you. You jumped a little and turned around. Mena’s kind eyes met yours. You took a breath and smiled. ‘Shall we go and grab that coffee?’ you said. Mena walked closer to you, not breaking eye contact. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked softly. You nodded. ‘Why shouldn’t I?’ you said, still forcing yourself to smile. Mena shot you a smile before shaking his head. ‘You’re not okay, Y/N.’ he said. You looked up at him, and smiled again. ‘What are you talking about? I’m okay, Mena.’ you said. Mena let out a sigh. ‘How long before you tell us, Y/N?’ he said. You dropped your smile and looked at your hands. He knew. ‘That Jack, he’s not a really good boyfriend, is he?’ said Mena quietly. You shook your head. ‘No.’ you said. Your voice was so soft it was barely a whisper. ‘He hits you?’ asked Mena. You took a deep breath and felt tears in your eyes. ‘How do you know?’ you said, still looking at your hands. ‘When I hugged you the other day, I felt your whole upper body was sore. And it wasn’t from all the hard work. And as soon as you saw him, your whole body froze and you looked terrified. I could see it in your eyes.’ Mena told you. You looked up at Mena, noticing he stepped closer. ‘You know, Jack wasn’t always like this. When we first met, he was really sweet. And I was young and in love. After a while of dating, he started limiting my freedom. I wasn’t allowed to talk to other men. I wasn’t allowed to go out. I wasn’t even allowed to have friends over. And then one night he- he hit me. And I told myself that it was an accident. That he’d just lost his temper. But one time turned into two. Two turned into three, three into four and so on. Soon it became… a habit. I got terrified of him. Of what he could do to me.’ you softly told Mena. Mena looked at you with his eyebrows a bit frowned. ‘So… he’s been abusing you physically and mentally?’ he said. You nodded. ‘Yeah you can call it that, yeah.’ you admitted. ‘Why don’t you just go? Just leave him.’ said Mena. You let out a laugh. ‘I can’t.’ you said and you shrugged. ‘I wish I was that simple but it’s far from that. Jack threatened to either hurt himself or hurt me should I ever leave him.’ Mena sighed. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you.’ ‘How, Mena? How would you help me? There’s nothing you can do. You don’t know Jack like I do, you don’t know what he’s capable of.’ you said. ‘All you can do, is just keep on doing what you always do. Just be your happy and sweet self, and make sure that when I’m on set I have a great time. Jack may take away my freedom and my friends when I’m home, but he’s not going to take away the freedom and friends I have here. Now, I believe we were on our way to grab a coffee?’ ‘Yeah, we were.’ said Mena. ‘Just- talk to me, yeah? Don’t leave me out on what’s happening anymore.’ You raised your hand in between you and Mena. ‘Pinky promise.’ you said. Mena smiled and intertwined your fingers. ‘Pinky promise.’ he said.

 A month has passed since Jack showed up on the set. After that, you fell back into the same old routine. Wake up. Scared. Go to the set. Happy. Go home. Scared. Sleep. Jack hadn’t changed a single bit. The only thing that had changed was Mena. As sweet as he was, he checked in on you every day. He used to do that before, but only occasionally. Now, Mena asked you how you were doing every single day. And then he’d ask how you were doing when you weren’t on set. And if you were having a bad day, or Jack had been drinking the night before and he lost himself again, Mena would take you to a place where you could talk. Most of the times, this was his trailer. He’d tell everyone he needed a break, took you back to his trailer, sat you down on the couch and made sure the door was locked. And you talked to him. You told him everything. And it felt good. It felt so good to just let it all out. Your feelings toward Mena started to change. But you still didn’t dare to speak up to Jack, so you didn’t tell anyone about how you were feeling about Mena. You were glad you had a friend like Mena, someone who you could trust. You wouldn’t do anything to break that trust.

On one of the nights Jack drunk, you showed up on the set in pain. Your whole upper body was sore and underneath your sweater, your arms were covered in bruises. Mena noticed this, and wanted to talk to you, but he couldn’t find the time to. Both you and Mena had a busy day and lots of work to do. At the end of the day, Mena finally finished everything he had to do and went to find you. When he did, you were already packing your stuff and getting ready to leave. ‘Hey, Y/N!’ he said. You turned around and sighed. You weren’t in the mood for talking. ‘I haven’t seen you all day. I just wanted to check in on you.’ said Mena as soon as he caught up with you. ‘I’m not in the mood for talking now, Mena. I need to go home.’ you told him and you continued to walk. Mena caught up with you again and stood in front of you. You sighed. ‘Mena.’ you said. ‘I really can’t talk. Jack specifically said to go home straight away.’ You pushed past Mena and walked away. Mena watched you as you walked away. You always wanted to talk. And Jack always need you home right away. Something told him today was not like any other day. And something inside him told him that was a bad thing.

 You knocked on the door. And again. And again. You tapped your foot impatiently. Raising your hand, you knocked again. On the other end of the door, you head someone stumbling over their feet. ‘Coming, I’m coming.’ said a voice. You stopped knocking and the door opened. Mena looked at you with tired eyes, his hair messy and a pair of sweatpants resting low on his hips. ‘Y/N?’ he said and he rubbed his eyes. ‘It’s nearly 2 am, what are you doing here?’ ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I ran and I had nowhere else to go.’ you choked out. He then noticed you were crying and quickly pulled you into his arms, shutting the door behind you. You wrapped your arms around his bare torso and proceeded to cry into his chest. Huge, uncontrollable sobs left your mouth and your whole body was shaking. Mena drew circles on your back to calm you down. ‘Shh, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’m here.’ said Mena softly. ‘I got you, don’t worry. Just let it all out.’   You pulled away so you could look at Mena. Mena removed one of his hands from your back and wiped the tears off your cheeks. ‘I left Jack.’ you said. Mena looked at you, a surprised look on his face. ‘You did what?’ he asked you. ‘I left Jack. He started kissing me and I told him no and he wouldn’t stop and I just- I was just done. So I pushed him off me and I told him it was over. Told him I never want to talk to him or see him and that if he ever contacts me again, I’m going to the police. I grabbed my phone and my keys and I just left.’ you told Mena, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. Mena immediately pulled you back into the hug. ‘I am so proud of you.’ he whispered in your ear. ‘I am so proud you finally stood up to that asshole.’ You pulled away again and smiled. ‘Yeah. I’m proud of me as well. I’ll just go back to get some of my stuff and I’ll get a hotel downtown. I’ll see you tomorrow on set. Sorry for bursting through your door in the middle of the night.’ you said and you chuckled. You wanted to turn around to walk away but Mena didn’t let go of you. ‘You think I’m going to let you go back to that apartment of that asshole?’ said Mena, looking at you with raised eyebrows. ‘After everything he did to you?’ he said. You opened your mouth to say something but Mena was faster. ‘I am not. You’re staying here tonight.’ said Mena. You smiled and stood on your toes to kiss Mena’s cheek. ‘Thank you.’ you said. Mena smiled and took your hand. He walked you to his bedroom and you sat down on the bed. Mena opened his closet and gave you one of his shirts. ‘You can wear that.’ he said. ‘I’ll sleep on the couch.’ ‘Thank you.’ you said. ‘Really, Mena, thank you. This means a lot to me.’ Mena smiled again. ‘Goodnight Y/N.’ he said. ‘Goodnight Mena.’ you said and Mena left the room, shutting the door behind him.

You changed into the shirt Mena gave you and laid down on the bed. You tried to get comfortable but no matter what position you would lay in, you couldn’t fall asleep. You sighed and got up. You opened the door as quietly as you could, in case Mena was already asleep. However, when you entered the living room you saw Mena was still awake. He was looking at his phone, the light illuminating his face. You’d figured he’d be asleep already, since it was late and you woke him by practically banging at his door. Mena must have heard you come in because he looked up and smiled when he saw you. ‘Hey.’ he said. ‘Couldn’t sleep?’ You shook your head, arms hugging your body. ‘Too much on my mind. And it’s weird, but I miss Jack’s company. Not him, but the feeling of being held, you know?’ You smiled. ‘Guess I just have to get used to it.’ A part of you was expecting Mena to offer to stay with you, and a part of you was scared it would get awkward. But all Mena did was smile. And so you said goodnight and returned to the bedroom. You were trying to get comfortable again, when the door opened. You turned your head and saw Mena walking up to the bed. ‘Make some space.’ he said softly. You moved over and Mena laid down beside you. His feet touched yours when he scooted closer. The two of you stayed silent for a while. Then you felt Mena wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. You smiled as you felt a warm feeling in your chest. It had been a while since you felt that feeling and you smiled even wider. You closed your eyes and fell asleep within minutes.

 For the next weeks, you occasionally went to your old apartment at times of which you knew Jack wasn’t there, taking some of your stuff and moving it to Mena’s place. Mena offered you could stay with him for as long as you wanted. You gladly accepted. The more time you spent with him, the more you caught yourself falling deeper in love with him. Mena felt the same. You still had to get used to it, though. It had been a while since someone had really loved you. Because you were sure that Jack may had loved you in the beginning of your relationship, but later on he was just using you, not loving you. But with Mena it was different. He really cared about you, and was happy with every moment he could share with you. You also told your closest friends at the set what was going on, including Will and Naomi. Everyone responded the same: that they were proud you stood up for yourself and that they were happy for you and Mena. You and Mena still hadn’t put a label on the thing going on between you, but everyone around you could see you were in love. You spent more time watching Mena as he was shooting scenes and you spent his breaks with him.

You tried your best to forget about Jack. Your friends, Mena, everyone would help you with that. Until one day it all went wrong. You were talking with Mena, Naomi and Will. You were sitting on a couch with Naomi, Will and Mena both in chairs around the table in the middle. You were just talking about the day when your eyes suddenly went wide and your mouth fell open. Mena, who was sitting in front of you, looked over his shoulder and got up. You got up as well, standing behind Mena and holding on to his right hand with both of yours. This couldn’t be happening. The person you saw wasn’t real. Jack walked up to you. He waved at you and your grip on Mena’s hand tightened. ‘Hello Y/N! Mena, Will, Naomi, nice to see you.’ said Jack. You took a deep breath and bit your lip. Jack stopped in front of you and Mena. You felt like throwing up when Jack smiled at you. ‘Y/N, sweetheart, when are you coming home?’ asked Jack. Mena stepped forward but you were faster. You let go of Mena’s hand and stepped closer to Jack.

‘Home? Home?’ you spit out. ‘Don’t get me wrong but you house never felt like a home to me. I was frightened of that place. Did you really think I stayed on set every day until after dinner time because I had work to do? Wrong! I stayed because I was frightened to go to your house! You know, you were sweet in the beginning; I’m not going to lie about that. But then you started turning my life into a living hell. And for years I was too afraid to tell you no. I was too afraid to stand up for myself. Not anymore! I told you I wanted you out of my life. I left you. We’re done, Jack, we’re over. We do not exist anymore. Just you and me, but there’s no us.’ you took a deep breath and continued, letting it all out. ‘I am happy now. I can hang out with my friends whenever I want to. I can talk to any guy I want. But most of all: I look forward to going home. Because now I know that someone is waiting for me, and I know that he actually loves me. He cares about me in a way that you never did. I told you we are over. I want you out of my life. If you ever contact me again or if I ever see you again, I’m going to the police. And I’m not joking!’ you said firmly, your voice becoming louder and louder with every sentence. Jack looked at you full disbelief. You felt Mena’s hand on your shoulder. ‘You heard the lady. Get off the set.’ said Mena. Jack looked from you to Mena and he raised his eyebrows. ‘This is the guy you replaced me with? Wow, Y/N. I thought you’d be better than that.’ said Jack. ‘Out.’ you said firmly. ‘Wow.’ said Jack as he shook his head. ‘Wow.’ he said again. He turned around and walked away. You turned around as well, facing Mena. 

‘Is he gone?’ you said. Mena looked over your shoulder. ‘Almost.’ he said. ‘And he’s gone.’ ‘YES!’ You yelled. ‘Did you see what I just did?’ Mena smiled and wrapped his arms around you. ‘I did, sweetheart, and it was amazing.’ said Mena as you hugged him back. ‘Way to go Y/N!’ you heard Will’s voice behind Mena and you smiled into Mena’s chest. You turned your head so you could look at Mena, the biggest smile on your face. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ said Mena. ‘I love you.’ Your mouth fell open. He’d never said that to you. You smiled again and stood on your toes to press a kiss to Mena’s lips. ‘I love you too.’ you said against his lips. You had spent years with a man that told you he loved you, but you knew he didn’t. You spent years with a man that only used you, who you were frightened of. But now, you spent your time with a man that actually loved you. He loved you and he cared about you. You couldn’t wait to spend more years with him, to catch up on the years of your life that you had lost while being with the wrong man. Mena was never going to treat you like Jack did. Mena loved you. And that was all you needed.

  A/N:

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[irrrationalfangirl]

In the mood for some angst- could you write about having a fight with mena before a party and then going to the party still in the fight. You guys act all “normal” and think it’s working until Naomi figures it out and pulls you aside to help cAuse she’s legit such a good friend

Warning: angst and more angst

A/N: I’m better at writing fluff so I apologize if this is crappy

“How about you actually try listening to me!,” Mena exclaimed, running after you.

You had just thrown a magazine at his chest with the cover depicting that he was cheating on you with one of his costars from ‘Reprisal.’ No words left your mouth, only an angry demeanor as you stormed away from him.

Mena caught up to you and grabbed your hand, forcing you to turn around and face him. “Now, why in the world would you think I would do this to you?,” he said, calmly, holding up the magazine. Tears streamed down your face as you stared at the cover. Mena was photographed sitting down having coffee with one of his costars with his hand placed on hers. “I don’t know. You could be secretly one of those cheating douchebags,” you replied, stammering. He gave you a blank stare. “Wow,” Mena said in a low tone. “You really think I’m a cheating douchebag?!,” he exclaimed as he threw the magazine to the ground. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was angry, but the tears rolling down his face showed you that he was also heartbroken. He walked off to your shared bedroom and you chased after him. “I said you could be. I didn’t say you were!,” you said, grabbing at his arm. He yanked his arm out of your grasp. “How do you think I feel when you go out for drinks with those guys at your job? Huh? You think I wonder if they’re flirting with you or not or..or if they’re getting too close for comfort?! No. Because I trust you!!,” he yelled maybe a little bit too loud. “Hey. I never said I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry. I just misspoke,” you said, calmly. Mena placed his hand on his face and scrunched the bridge of his nose. “I’m done!,” he exclaimed. Those two words hit you hard, but you didn’t back down. “What?! Done with us?!, you yelled back. “No! I’m- I’m done with this conversation. We both promised Nay we’d go to this party tonight. Let’s just get ready and forget about everything right now,” he told you. You nodded. “Fine,” you said in a calmer tone. “Fine,” he said back.

The car ride to the party was silence. Total silence with a dash of awkwardness. You looked at Mena, but got no returned look. He looked at you as you looked away and you didn’t look back.

When you arrived at the place, Mena opened the door for you and as soon as you walked through the door you were greeted by Naomi. “Meens! Y/n! How are we?,” she said, enthusiastically. You and Mena, of course, didn’t look too happy, but you fake a smile. “We’re good. How are you doing?,” you asked her. She looks at you and then at him, suspecting something. “I’m great!,” she replied. She motioned for you guys to join her on the dance floor to which you reply yes, but Mena says he’s going to sit at the bar. You and Naomi reach the dance floor and start to dance. This is the first time you genuinely smile since the events of the past hour. Naomi notices the difference. “Hey!!,” she yells over all the noise. “You two all right?,” Naomi nods towards a sad Mena sitting at the bar. “Huh?! Oh yeah! We’re fine! We’re just tired!,” you reply. You look over to Mena which makes your face drop again. You couldn’t handle the loud noise right now so you told Naomi you were going to the bathroom. You sat in the bathroom stall and tried not to cry about everything. After about 10 minutes you composed yourself and got up. You headed to the part of the bar where Mena currently was and sat down in the seat next to him. “Hey,” you said. “Hi,” was all he said back. Seconds of silence between you two filled with the loud noise of other people’s conversations and the blasting music...until Mena finally spoke up. “Did you come over here to talk about it?,” he asked. You sighed. “No. You said we weren’t going to bring that up here so we could have a good time,” you replied. He nodded as he looked towards at Naomi, who was still dancing, before looking back at you. “Well, I’m having a good time,” he said, snarky. “Me too,” you retorted. You noticed Naomi look your way so you immediately took Mena’s hand in yours and started smiling. You and him pretended you were talking about something as she made her way over to you two. “Mena! Can I borrow your lovely lady for a minute?,” she asked. Mena gave her a fake laugh and a smile. “Sure! As long as you don’t keep her away from me for too long!,” he replied. Naomi laughed and grabbed your hand, dragging you along with her. She took you outside the bar. “Naomi, why are we out here? It’s cold. Let’s go back in,” you told her. You tried to walk back in, but she pulled you back towards her. “No. We need to talk,” she told you. “Everything ok?,” you asked her. She gave you a frustrated look before speaking up. “Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that? There’s something different about you and Mena. What’s going on between you two??,” she asked. Somehow, every sad and annoyed feeling you felt burst out of you in the form of tears. “I thought Mena was cheating on me and I called him a douchebag. Now he’s mad that I would ever think that...and..and I don’t know what to do because I don’t know how to talk to him or how to resolve this. I just feel like I’ve ruined everything between us,” you said, sobbing. Naomi’s mouth dropped and it took her a second to speak. “Oh. Wow. I’m sorry. I knew there was something up,” she replied. “Y/n?,” she asked, making you look up at her. “Do you actually think Mena would cheat on you?,” she asked, quietly. “Of course not! He’s the sweetest guy and he loves me! So I know he would never betray me like that. I guess my feelings got the best of me or I’m about to start my period because I know now that I didn’t mean what I said,” you told her. “Hey. Men aren’t even allowed to use that as an excuse for women being emotional so don’t you start,” she said, which made you laugh a little. “Look. I’ve known you guys for long enough to know that you’re meant for each other. There’s no such thing as a perfect couple! Like, Jordan and I may seem like we always get on, but we don’t! We all have our bad day and misunderstandings. You just need to realize what you said was wrong and be the bigger person in the situation and apologize to him!,” she told you.

You wiped the falling tears off your cheek. “You’re absolutely right, Nay,” you sniffled. Gosh! I didn’t realize how much that would hurt him. I know he loves me as much as I love him...How could I even suggest such a thing?,” you told her. She stretched her arms out to bring you into a hug when you heard a familiar voice. “Is that true?,” a sneaky Mena asked, peeking around the corner. You sniffed your nose once more as you let go of Naomi. “Is what true?,” you asked back. “You still love me?,” Mena asked. “Absolutely!,” you said, making your way over to him. “I’m sorry I ever gave you the idea that I didn’t! I shouldn’t have called you all those things. Can you forgive me??, you asked him. “No no no no. I totally acted inappropriately. You shouldn’t be asking for my forgiveness. I should be asking for yours,” he told you. “No. I was completely stupid for suggesting that. I-,” you said before Naomi cut you off. “Ok. Let’s cut things short and just say you both were in the wrong.” You looked at Naomi and gave her an agreeable nod before looking back at Mena. You placed a soft kiss on Mena’s cheek. “I love you...so much,” you told him. “I love you too,” he said, taking your hand in his. He walked you back in the bar so you two could actually enjoy your night with your friends. Mena looked back at Naomi and mouthed “thank you.” Naomi gave him and thumbs up and mouthed “you’re welcome.” He stuck his tongue out at her before turning to look back at you. “I should totally be a relationship counselor,” Naomi told herself before walking back in.

[newmoonxy]

rules: make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

thanks for the tag @beecastle!! haha let’s see if i know enough songs for this

n- “never enough” by loren allred (the greatest showman, 2017)

e- “empire” by beth crowley

w- “what else can i do” by diane guerrero and stephanie beatriz (encanto, 2021)

m- “me!” by taylor swift

o- “one last time” by christopher jackson & lin-manuel miranda (hamilton, 2015)

o- “one jump ahead” by mena massoud (aladdin, 2019)

n- “new rules” by dua lipa

x- “小幸运” (xiǎo xìng yùn) by hebe tien (我的少怒时代/our times, 2015)

y- “you belong with me” by taylor swift

tagging: i don’t know enough people for this janxjsabxb why is my url so long i’m going to tag some people that bee did because otherwise i’m dead lol @serpentstyles @tick-tick-moo @thehandsomelamplighter @feathersandfoxtails @break-so-beautifully @pom277 @ali-likes-books @theglassphantom @benaddicted-linfanuel

[she-who-escapes-through-fandoms]

An Interview Is All It Takes

Pairing: Mena Massoud x Reader

Warning: none, i guess

Requested: Yes No

Disclaimer: I don’t own you, Mena, or Aladdin.

A/N: Sorry, I haven’t been doing requests. I just lost inspiration for those fandoms. Don’t you guys worry, I feel myself coming back to writing. I have only seen two imagines for Mena and it’s unfair so here you go. Like, reblog, give me a feedback. Thank you!

“So, we have recently noticed you and Mena have been cozying up with each other,” the interviewer said wiggling her eyebrows. “No. It’s not that way. Kinda. Well not exactly-” Y/N said tripping over her words while she fixed her chair. Suddenly arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist making her yelp out in surprise. The familiar scent of Mena’s cologne invaded her nose as she felt a nose nuzzling at the crook of her neck.

“Mena,” she said playfully. “Hello,” he said kissing Y/N’s cheeks and sitting down at the empty chair beside her. “This is the surprise we’ve been talking about before we start the interview. It should be at the middle but it seems Mena can’t keep himself away from you.” Emma, the interviewer, smiled.

“Well you’re correct of course,” Mena said his right hand resting on her thigh and his left hand gesturing to the interviewer. Y/N smiled as she felt Mena’s hands just squeeze her thigh comfortingly. “Right, questions,” Emma fixed her stack of index card, “Is there an actual relationship in between the two of you?”

Mena and Y/N both started protesting saying ‘no’ all over again. “I think we get the message for that one. Y/N, this is for you, it’s rare for a costume designer to have their own solo interview why do you think they made you have one on your own?” Emma asked again tucking a piece of blond hair behind her ear.

“Oh. To be honest, I don’t know myself,” Y/N answered nodding slightly. Mena squeezed her shoulders and said while practically staring into her eyes, “It’s because she’s wonderful. She makes the best costumes out there. She’s just amazing.”

“Liar,” Y/N said in a sing-song voice. Emma laughed while Mena smiled widely kissing the tip of Y/N’s nose. “This is a bit of an intimate question. It’s alright if you don’t answer this. A picture surfaced from Naomi’s account. It looks like Mena is shirtless and Y/N is just in her undergarments. On Instagram, it was captioned ‘These two had a tiring Friday night.’ What are your thoughts on that one?” Emma said pulling up a photo on her phone and showing it to the two.

“I have a proper explanation for that one,” Mena said smiling and showing off his dimple. Y/N giggled softly poking at it. “The famous dimple,” Emma remarked. Mena laughed before continuing, “As I was saying, nothing happened. So get your “mind out of the gutter”, as Naomi would say. It was a tiring day of filming. Y/N and me just crashed in my trailer for the night. She’s actually wearing a tank top and shorts at that time. And I-I’m just wearing shorts.”

Emma nodded teasingly. “What? It’s comfortable sleeping without a shirt on,” Mena defended. “What he said is true.” Y/N answered. Mena moved his chair closer before wraping his right arm around her waist. The interviewer raised an eyebrow at this but didn’t remark. She asked five more questions before the interview ended.

“Before ending this interview I want to give the both of you an advice. Mena you better ask Y/N out for a date or so help the fans and me who have been shipping the two of you. Y/N you should probably say yes, he’s a keeper.” Emma winked at Y/N jokingly at the end. The two both blushed but shook hands with Emma signifying the end of the interview.

Y/N helped Mena with his coat and he helped her with fixing her things. Hand in hand they walked out of the studio and into the streets.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about what the interviewer said.” Mena said. “About your portrayal of Aladdin?” Y/N asked pretending that her heart is not beating wildly at what she was thinking. Mena stopped walking, “No no no no.”

“Then what?” She said gazing in his gorgeous brown eyes. Mena tucked a loose piece of H/C hair behind her ear, “Would you like to have dinner with me? A dinner date.” Y/N froze not knowing what to do. He sucked in a deep breath cursing when she did not answer. Mena began walking away muttering furiously about how stupid he was.

“Mena!” Y/N exclaimed running after him. Mena turned around just as Y/N came crashing at him. He steadied them both, thankfully not falling. “Won’t you help me pick out my dress for tonight?” Y/N bit her lips in anticipation. Mena sighed in relief and let out a laugh. Y/N giggled in response watching him rejoice. Suddenly, a pair of lips were on hers.

Her E/C eyes widened in shock before closing as she kissed back. Their lips molded like a perfect puzzle piece. The all cliche fireworks burst in her stomach, both of their hearts hammering in their chests. Mena pulled away to take a breath and laughed again. Y/N hastily grabbed his coat pulling him towards her for another kiss.

Cameras flashed but they didn’t care. Mena dipped her, deepening the kiss. Once they were out of breath they pulled away, laughing like two high schoolers in love. Next day, headlines and posts were about the two. The world was finally happy that Mena and Y/N are now in a relationship together.

[adore-holland]

Under Renovation |T.H.| - Chapter 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Celeb!Reader

Warning: Language, angst.. again

Word Count: 3101

A/N: This was a hard one.. The ups and downs of a breakup are always hard to portray truthfully, so I’m hpoing I’m doing it justice. The response I got on chapter 1 was amazing. I know there aren’t a lot of people following along, but way more than I anticipated - So thank you, so very much! I hope you enjoy!

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

You don’t really know how to react. It’s been hours since you found out, but still, you haven’t reacted; and you don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’ve spent the last week crying, bawling your eyes out, a constant lump in your throat, weakness sinking into your core. The moment you find out that he found someone else though; nothing. 

Help. You want to scream it, cry it.. mean it. For some weird reason, you don’t want help, although you know you need it. From a psychological standpoint, you’re most likely bottling up your reaction, involuntarily but still; and from the very limited knowledge you have of psychology.. that isn’t a good thing. Right now, in this very moment, as you’re walking down the empty street with no destination in mind, it’s so peaceful that you wanna keep doing it. 

Keep bottling it up, hiding it way… not facing it. Tom found someone else, less than a week after he broke up with you for no apparent reason. 

Well, it seems pretty apparent now.

You’re close to Hyde Park so you cross the street to get closer. In the back of your head you’re aware that you’re getting further and further away from home, but it doesn’t really matter to you. Nothing really does.

Without thinking you scurry across the paths, letting memory guide you more than anything. The dark shadows between the streetlamps bring you more comfort than the yellow light, even in the dark park. Over the past week you’ve gotten so used to the dark, gotten so comfortable with it and it’s way of hiding you from the world - or the world from you, that you barely notice your new tendency to stay in the shadows. 

A deep breath, followed by another - it’s getting hard to breathe again. You swallow, willing the unwelcome lump in your throat to just go the hell away. It doesn’t. The nightlife around you almost seems to mock you. Loud music, groups of increasingly drunk people, but worst of all lovestruck couples, stuck in a fantasy of neverending bliss. You almost pity them. Almost. You would, if you didn’t desperately want to be one of them again. 

The thought breaks you. Tears stream down your cheeks, and you hurry to the nearest tree, holding onto one of its large branches for support. You tremble as you try to cover loud sobs, desperately not wanting to draw any attention to you. Moving to the other side of the tree, facing away from the path, you turn your back to it. The tears can’t seem to come fast enough; flowing down your face in a steady stream, and your sobs barely allow you to breathe. Lack of oxygen forces you to sit down, to stop the sudden wobbling in your knees, and you welcome the feeling of the cold ground consuming you. You draw the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands and try to wipe the tears away as they flow - no success. 

Tom broke up with you for someone else. 

He… he broke up with you for someone else. You repeat the words in your head. Again and again, trying to make sense of it. There are only two options to go with that statement. Either he met her while you were still together, and decided that she was better than you. Or he got over you extremely quickly and just happened to meet a match so soon. You can’t decide which one hurts the most. 

You allow yourself to disappear into your mind for a bit, searching the last days, weeks, months of your relationship for clues - anything to point to things having gone bad. Nothing. You can think of nothing that changed. Everything seemed so perfect, the exact depiction of “too good to be true”, yet it was.. until it wasn’t. 

Sitting alone in the dark, you can’t help but miss him. You’ve tried, so hard, to keep that thought out of your mind for the past week. Tonight, you wanna welcome the misery, fall back into its strong embrace. With quick motions you find your phone in your pocket. The bright light from the screen hurts your eyes - you quickly blink it away. Your gallery is filled with photos, memories, of him. Picture after picture of the two of you, looking at each other like there’s no one else in the world. One particular photo makes your heart clench, and you can’t help the heartbreaking sob. 

The picture is beautiful - the kind of picture that almost seems too perfect to even be. In it, your eyes are squeezed together, lashes brushing your cheekbones, your mouth is stretched out into a wide laugh, and you’re facing a beautiful blue summer sky. Tom’s laughing too, but only his eyes give it away with a shiny glint in them. His lips are attached to your jaw, kissing it as gently as he can. He has one hand on the back of your neck, pressing you into him, and the other on your waist. 

You remember the photo as if it was taken yesterday. It was your 1-year anniversary, and Harry had asked if he could use you as subjects for some photos he wanted to take. You loved Harry, so of course you had agreed. It had mostly been innocent, cute shots of yours and Tom's hands intertwined, close ups of the two of you glancing at each other. That lasted until Sam asked Tom to look like he actually enjoyed being there. Tom responded by getting handsy - resulting in this shot of the both of you laughing. 

After staring at the photo for a few more seconds, you let the screen go black again, however keeping your eyes on your reflection. You finally notice what exactly missing Tom has done to you. Your cheeks are sunken in, dark shadows highlighting your cheekbones - not in the healthy way. Large bags have settled under your eyes, and your otherwise healthy hair has gone frizzy. With a huff you place your phone back in your pocket, not being able to stomach the look of yourself anymore. You realize missing him has taken its toll on you.

But still, you miss him. He was a part of your day to day life for three years, and your best friend for a year before that. Tom had become a constant fixture in your life, and he just upped and left. It makes sense to miss him, you even feel validated in missing him. 

Sitting there, on the cold ground, alone in the dark, you realize something for the first time. You may miss him, but you miss yourself more.

 :)-(:

“You’re gonna play opposite Mena Massoud?” Dan almost yells at you, and you have to shush him so you don’t disturb the others in the store. “You have to be kidding, that guy is a literal disney prince.” He turns to you with wide brown eyes, as you smirk back at him. “A literal disney prince y/n!” 

“Not only that, I’m gonna be filming a sex scene with a literal disney prince.” You cast a wink towards Daniel before you keep searching the bedsheet section for something you like. After getting home from the park last night, you had realized that you didn’t own a single bed set that Tom hadn’t slept in, and with a sudden urge to get him out of your life, you had thrown everything out, and resorted to sleeping on the couch with a blanket. Waking up this morning, you had regretted the decision, seeing as you now needed to go shopping.

“Dude.. I’m so coming to set that day.” It’s his turn to wink at you, and you let out a quick laugh - eyes widening at the strange sensation. Even Dans’ eyes widen, before he picks you up and spins you around, only prompting more laughter. “You’re coming back to me, thank goodness. For a moment I thought I had to find a new best friend.” He squeezes you tight, finally setting you back down on the ground. 

Involuntarily your eyes roll - you know he wouldn’t be able to function without you. At least you still have him - He has been your rock through this week, and you can never repay him the strength he has given you, you will sure as hell try though. Your eyes catch onto a beautiful mauve set, and you pick it up. 

“Done! Let’s go home and pack.” You look up at Daniel, happily catching the surprised look on his face. For a moment, you let yourself look at Dan, as if for the first time ever. He’s tall, standing at 6 foot 3. He’s not necessarily muscular, but he doesn’t look bad considering his almost skinny nature. Dan and you first met when you were out shopping right before your first big audition. He worked at the store, and could sense your nerves - he had given you a small bracelet for free, telling you to give it back when you got the part. The next time you came back, you payed for the bracelet, invited him out for coffee, and told him that he was your lucky charm. His boyfriend at the time broke up with him a little while after that, and he came to you for comfort; the two of you had been like peas in a pod ever since, and you wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.

“Packing? Where are we going?” You’ve been keeping it a surprise from him, but Matt had already made all the arrangements. 

“You really think they’re gonna film a movie, based in Hollywood, in London?” His eyebrows furrow together as he tries to figure out what you’re hinting at. “Alright, let me try to make it clearer for you. I need to get away from my life as it is right now.. that means London, and you’ve always wanted to live there, so I figured that you would come with me, if I told you it was an all expenses paid trip.” Dans’ mouth drops open as he realizes what exactly you mean.

“We’re moving to Hollywood?” You nod, a smile spreading onto you lips. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve been packed already!”

  :)-(:

The windows in your apartment are open, allowing in the fresh breeze from outside. The “Getting over your ex” playlist Dan found is blaring through your speakers, as the two of you shuffle through your wardrobe. You have already filled 3 boxes with the clothes you’re going to donate, and only a half with what you’re gonna keep. Perhaps it’s the playlist influencing you, but you have a sudden urge to change up your style. 

Dan pulls out a stunning black floral dress, and holds it up for you to look at. 

“Out.” The answer comes immediately, and you look away from it as quickly as you can - trying to shut out the memories suddenly passing through your mind.  

“Wha..? But y/n, this is gorgeous.” Dan mopes, shaking the dress slightly, letting the thin layers brush against each other in that beautiful way that made you buy it in the first place.

“Dan, that one is going out.” You expected your voice to crack, instead you sound stern and almost commanding. 

“May I ask why?”

“I wore it on our first date.” It seems to be answer enough, as he throws it straight into the donation box, quickly moving his attention back to the rest of the closet. You busy yourself with the rest of your stuff - Dan was always the fashionista out of the two of you, and when you told him you wanted to change it up, he barely let you finish explaining what you wanted to do. 

You try to distance yourself as much as possible from what you’re doing, not really allowing yourself to get caught on the memories in this place. You pick up the picture frame on your nightstand, and without giving yourself time to think, you pop out the picture and put it into a small shoebox labeled “Tom”. You tell yourself that you’re gonna throw the box away, but you know that that isn’t gonna happen. One box to remind you of three years of your life? You figure that’s fair. The frame itself is a beautiful intricate pattern of glass and metal, so you pack it neatly into the box for decorations. 

The nightstand was on Tom's side, so as you open the drawer you try your best not to let the stuff inside affect you - dissociating completely from it. You feel the urge to just dump the whole drawer into the large box in the corner of the room, already full of his stuff, but this is some of the more valuable stuff.. To you at least. He hasn’t made an effort to contact you since he broke up with you, not even to get his stuff back. To be honest, you’re not sure why he didn’t take it with him when he left you heartbroken in your kitchen. The smell of burnt rice still lingers in there.

Quickly you pick up the spare watch he always left at your place, the phone charger, a pair of headphones - the red ones… his favourite. You place all of it gently into his box, and move on to his cabinet in the bathroom. You work quickly through the apartment, placing any and everything of his into the brown moving box. Toothbrushes, soaps, deodorants, razors, jewellery, it all goes in the box. Right until you get to his clothes. Most of it you just take a bunch of and dump it into a plastic sack, knowing there isn’t room for all, if any, of it in the box. You try to ignore the sudden strong scent of him surrounding you, and the familiar feeling of some of this clothes. 

One hoodie catches your attention. It’s the orange one, with the black stitches around the scrunched up neck. You had always adored that hoodie, proudly dubbing it “the pumpkin”. His mom had bought it for him, fully well knowing that it would basically become yours. Tom never knew that his mother had sent you a photo of it first to get approval, so when he presented it to you, smelling gloriously of him, for the first time, your heart skipped a beat at the fact that he knew you well enough to know that you would love it. 

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you see Dan still working through your closet, and you quickly stuff the orange hoodie into the bottom of the keep box. One box and one hoodie? You know you shouldn’t but you have to. You find yourself right back in the mindset to miss him, which wasn’t the plan at all. 

“I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick.” Scurrying past Dan, he hands you a set of black underwear as he is already deep in your lingerie drawer.

As you focus on the water, you start to relax again, the memories fading away just as quickly as they came. On the other side of the bathroom door, you hear Dan turn up the playlist, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of him jamming out in your closet. You let your mind fade into the music, slowly beginning to dance to the rhythm under the water. It’s only a matter of minutes before you step out of the shower again; hair dripping wet and mood elevated to a mood you haven’t been in for a while -  and for the first time in a long time, it feels like things are actually starting to look up again. 

You quickly dry off your skin, but leave your hair damp, and throw on the set Dan handed you. Surprisingly you feel really good. Despite all the imperfections you found in yourself last night, today has been a really good day for you. The bags under your eyes are less prominent, as you actually got to sleep tonight, your eyes are shining - happy again - from a day well spent with a good friend. You feel really good. 

Hanging up the towel to dry, you walk back out into your bedroom, quickly finding a simple pair of grey sweats, and throwing them on. Dan has seen you naked, countless times, so you don’t bother with a shirt. You’ve been covering up for a week with large sweatshirts and blankets, so the feeling of the breeze on your bare skin is refreshing to say the least. 

The living room is bright, and despite the plethora of boxes stacked all over the place, and the long to-do list laying on the coffee table, you wanna take a break. The intensity of the music sends energy into your muscles, longing for them to move to the rhythm. Dan’s in the midst of going through your jackets when you grab his hand and draw him out into the middle of the living room floor. He laughs with you, but begins to dance with you all the same. Jumping around your apartment, limbs moving mindlessly through the air, you start to feel alive again. You’re still there, perhaps buried behind a crushed dream, but you’re still there, and you’re slowly crawling your way back up the surface again. 

You lose track of time, only noticing that time has even passed at all, when the doorbell rings. 

“Pizza’s here!” You yell over the music, and walk over to the stereo to turn it down. Hurrying towards the door, you catch a glimpse over your shoulder, noting the weirdly elegant dance Dan is now performing with one of your jackets. Your face breaks out in a smile as you whip your head back around to focus on the door. With quick motions you unlock it, and draw it open, smile still vibrant on your face. 

It’s not the pizza delivery. You feel your smile fall slightly as you swallow a heavy lump in your throat, but you try your best to keep the mood light and the smile alive. You recognize the black boots, the torn jeans, the white patterned t-shirt you gave him once, the leather jacket, the angular jaw, the defined cheekbones, the wild eyebrow, the familiar brown curls and the stunning warm brown eyes. 

“Tom?” Despite the thundering in your chest, you feel relatively calm - despite the fact that you’re stood, half naked, in front of your very recent ex.

“Hi y/n.” 

[irrrationalfangirl]

I’m so ready for Reprisal to get here because...

ETHAN HART IMAGINES😂😂

[triptuckers]

The Harvard Hoodie (Shawn Mendes)

Request: Nope Pairing: Shawn Mendes x female!reader Summary: You love Shawn’s Harvard hoodie. This is five times you’re wearing his hoodie. Warnings: None except for this is fluffy as hell Word count: 2.5K ish A/N: Can you tell what look on Shawn is my favorite? This is my first piece of writing on this blog, I hope you like it! I’m currently working on a Jim Kirk x reader, Trip Tucker x reader, Steve Rogers x reader and a Mena Massoud x reader since I saw Aladdin yesterday and I fell in love with Mena and Naomi. I’ll let you know when I’ll post one of them. Enjoy reading this!!

 One – The one where Shawn thinks he lost his hoodie

You hear a deep sigh coming from the other room. Shawn is on tour again, but this time you decided to join him. Usually, you stayed at home. It’s not that you didn’t want to come along, you always loved to see Shawn on stage and explore new cities. But you had an important position within the company you were working for. Your boss depended on you and you couldn’t just leave for months because your boyfriend was touring the world. However, this time it was your boss who suggested you should go with Shawn. She said you needed a vacation as a reward for all the hard work. So here you are, in a hotel room in Europe. You hear another deep sigh coming from the other room followed by a loud groan.

You poke your head around the door and see all of the contents of his suitcase are spread on the bed, his suitcase on the ground. Shawn himself is standing in the middle of it all, clearly irritated. He’s pinching his nose bridge, one hand on his hip. ‘You okay, babe?’ you say. Shawn looks up and sees you looking at the mess. ‘Did you lose something?’ you ask. Shawn shrugs and shakes his head. ‘I don’t know. I swear I packed my Harvard hoodie, but now I can’t find it anywhere.’ says Shawn and he lets out another deep sigh. ‘Maybe you should put everything back in your suitcase, see if you can find it?’ you suggest. ‘Yeah, maybe I just didn’t see it.’ says Shawn and he begins to fold his clothes and putting them in the suitcase. You watch him as he puts his stuff back in his suitcase. When he’s done he looks at you again. ‘See? Nowhere to be found.’ says Shawn. You bite your lip to stop yourself from chuckling. You don’t leave your spot at the door. Shawn looks at you and notices you haven’t entered the room yet. He looks at you and narrows his eyes.

‘Babe.’ he says. ‘Did you get my hoodie out of my suitcase?’ You try to shake your head convincingly. ‘No.’ you say. Shawn looks at you and raises his eyebrow at you. ‘Maybe.’ you say. Shawn crosses his arms in front of his chest, his eyebrow is still raised. ‘Yes.’ you say and you step in the room. You’re wearing the Harvard hoodie. Shawn chuckles. ‘I should have known.’ he says as you walk up to him. ‘You love that hoodie way too much.’ You wrap your arms around his waist and press your cheek against his chest. ‘It’s comfortable.’ you mumble. ‘I know.’ says Shawn. ‘That’s why I was looking for it.’ You look up to Shawn and smile. ‘Maybe you should donate it to a certain girl.’ you say and Shawn laughs and shakes his head. ‘Maybe a certain girl should buy herself a Harvard hoodie.’ says Shawn. You shake your head. ‘It won’t be the same.’ you say. Shawn bends down and kisses the tip of your nose. ‘I love you.’ he says. You smile. ‘Love you too.’ you say.

 Two – The one where Shawn thinks he lost his hoodie (again)

Shawn steps outside and he’s immediately met by the heat of the sunshine and the screaming and yelling of his fans. No matter where he would go, they would always find out which hotel he was staying at. Jake walks past him and tells the fans to back up a bit. Walking back to Shawn, Jake tells him he can talk to them but as soon as the car got here, he would have to leave. Shawn nods and walks over to his fans. ‘Hi honey!’ he says to a girl who is holding out her phone. ‘Shawn, I loved the show yesterday! You were so good!’ she says. ‘Thank you so much.’ says Shawn and he takes her phone to take a photo with her. Shawn talks with his fans and takes photos with them as he waits for the car to arrive that will take him to the airport.

Shawn notices a girl who is wearing a hoodie similar to his Harvard hoodie. He walks up to the girl and points at her hoodie. ‘I like your hoodie, it looks like mine.’ he says smiling. ‘Thank you! Where’s yours?’ asks the girl. Shawn sighs. ‘Well, actually, I think I lost it. For real this time. I can’t find it anywhere and I definitely brought it with me. Might have to buy a new one.’ says Shawn. Suddenly, there’s a lot of screaming of the fans. Shawn turns around and sees you walked out of the hotel as well. You are wearing his beloved Harvard hoodie.

Shawn smiles as he looks at you. ‘I think I found it.’ says Shawn, more to himself than to the fan. ‘My god, she looks so good in it.’ he turns to look at the fans. ‘It was so nice meeting you, excuse me.’ he says and he walks over to you. Shawn hugs you from behind as the car pulls up. He presses a soft kiss to your temple. ‘Hi babe.’ you say. ‘Ready to go?’ ‘I am, now that I found my hoodie.’ says Shawn. You turn around so you can face him. ‘It’s comfortable!’ you begin to defend yourself. Shawn smiles. ‘I know. And you look great in it. So I suggest you keep it on.’ Shawn tells you.

 Three – The one where you pick him up

Your alarm woke you. You groan as you begin to search for your phone. Your hands finally touch the cold back of your phone and you turn the alarm off. It’s 3 am. You drag yourself out of the comfortable bed and into the shower. You put on music and hope it will help you wake up a little. A smile appears on your lips as one of Shawn’s songs comes on shuffle. It’s been nearly two months since you last saw him. He left for the European leg of his tour. He promised he’d come home right away after the last show ended, not wanting to be away from you any longer.

And so you’re getting ready to go to the airport to pick him up. Shawn doesn’t know you’re coming, which makes it even more exciting. You throw your hair up in a messy bun and slip on one of Shawn’s hoodies. Looking over at your makeup, you don’t even bother putting it on, it’s in the middle of the night and you doubt if anyone other than Shawn and the crew will see you. As you enter the kitchen you rub your eyes and make yourself a cup of coffee to take with you. While you wait for your coffee, you look up Shawn’s flight so see where he is. The little airplane on the screen of your phone shows it’s not going to take long before it lands. Pouring the coffee in a to go mug, you grab the keys of the jeep and leave the apartment.

Since there weren’t much as many flights as there were during the day, finding a parking spot was a lot easier. Once you parked the jeep, you get out and you head for the main entrance of the airport. You narrow your eyes as you glance at a big screen, trying to find Shawn’s flight number to see what gate he arrives at. It takes you a solid five minutes before you find the flight number and the gate. After that, you spend at least ten minutes walking to the gate, that’s on the other end of the airport. You feel your eyes are starting to feel heavy, and your body starts to feel heavier as well. You look around the gate, searching for a chair you can relax in as you attempt to fight the urge to sleep. You try to get comfortable in the cheap airport chair as you wait for Shawn. After a while, you have to give in. You tell yourself you’ll only close your eyes for a few minutes. Just a few minutes, that’s it.

Shawn walks through the doors of the gate, pulling his suitcases with him in one hand and pushing a cart with his guitars on it with the other hand. He got some sleep on the plane, but he’s still tired. Shawn wants to get home as soon as possible, to have you in his arms again. He feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Andrew smiling at him. ‘Your girl’s here.’ says Mike and he points at a set of chairs on the other end of the gate. In one of the chairs, you’re curled up, your eyes closed and the hood of the hoodie you’re wearing pulled over your head. Shawn smiles and his heart warms at the sight of you. ‘Looks like someone is waiting for the owner of that hoodie to come home.’ says Shawn.

Shawn walks over to you and kneels in front of you. He raises his hands and pushes a streak of your hair behind your ear. You inhale deep and open your eyes. Shawn’s brown eyes meet yours and you smile tiredly. ‘Hi.’ you say and you sit up, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wake up. ‘Hey.’ says Shawn. ‘I didn’t know you were picking me up?’ ‘Surprise.’ you mumble and you wrap your arms around Shawn’s neck. You feel how Shawn buries his head in your neck, his curls tickling your cheek. ‘It’s good to be home.’ mumbles Shawn against the skin of your neck. ‘I missed you, I missed my home.’ mumbles Shawn and you smile and close your eyes.

 Four - The one in which you are sick 

The burning pain in your lower back wakes you up from the nap you were taking. You groan as you pull yourself out of bed. Your head still feels heavy as you leave the bedroom and enter the kitchen. You hear the sound of Shawn playing the guitar coming from the living room. Normally you’d sit next to him so you could listen but today the sound is too loud for your headache. You get a glass out of the sink and fill it with water. Walking over to one of the cabinets, you open it and you stand on your toes to get some medicine.

‘Need some help, little one?’ You jump at the sound of Shawn’s voice. You turn around to look at him. ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.’ says Shawn with a soft smile on his lips. ‘It’s okay, I didn’t hear you coming in.’ you say. Shawn walks up to you and gets the medicine out of the cabinet. ‘How’s the headache?’ he asks as he hands you the medicine. ‘Better.’ you say. ‘But my back’s worse.’ You take the medicine and squeeze your eyes shut. ‘It’s been years and I’m still not used to the taste of that.’ you say. Shawn chuckles and pulls you in his arms. You let out a sigh and you wrap your arms around Shawn. The feeling of being in his arms and his warmth already make you feel better. Shawn rubs circles on your back and you bury your head further into his chest, melting into his touch. Shawn lowers his hands and starts to rub your sore lower back. You hum out of approval, the pain in your back fading away a little.

‘Anything else I can do for you, baby?’ asks Shawn softly. ‘Hmm just cuddle with me. Your arms around me already make me feel better.’ you mumble. Shawn pulls away from the hug and takes your hand in his. He walks you back to the bedroom. You sit down on the bed and Shawn hands you his Harvard hoodie, knowing how much you love it. He changes into a shirt and a pair of sweatpants himself before lying down with you. You lay your head on his chest as Shawn wraps his arms around you. Shawn kisses your cheek softly and you close your eyes. ‘Get some rest, my love, I’m not going anywhere.’ he tells you.

Five – The one in which you miss Shawn as he’s on tour

A heavy sigh left your lips as you clicked on the next episode of your favorite show. Your arms hug your upper body, the feeling of Shawn’s absence becoming more and more with every day you spent alone in your shared apartment. He’s on tour again, calling and texting you whenever he can, but it’s of course not the same as holding him in your arms and hearing his voice in person.

Your phone makes you snap out of your thoughts and you glance over at it. Your heart jumps at the sight of Shawn’s name on your lockscreen and the sound of your ringtone. You answer the call and Shawn’s face appears on the screen. You smile brightly and a huge smile grows on Shawn’s face as well.

‘Hi my love, I hope you aren’t busy?’ you ask. Shawn shakes his head. ‘No we just finished up sound checking, Alessia is going to sound check now, so I figured I’d give my favorite girl a call.’ Shawn tells you. You smile again. ‘I’m glad you’re having fun. Alessia told me you all went out for dinner last night?’ ‘We did!’ says Shawn excitedly. You watch him as he talks about dinner with the band, about tour, and something stupid Brian did. His eyes twinkled and the biggest smile was on his face. Whenever Shawn would call you while he was on tour, he’d always be so happy and excited and your heart would melt at the sight of it.

Shawn asks you what you did today and you tell him about the lunch you had with one of your best friends, that you went shopping after that and that you’re now watching your favorite show on Netflix. You shivered as a cold feeling spread from your head to your toes and you got up, taking your phone with me. ‘Cold?’ chuckles Shawn. You roll your eyes playfully at him. ‘Not every one of us gets to visit warm cities every time they go on tour.’ you say as you open Shawn’s closet. You put your phone aside as you look through Shawn’s closet, looking for a particular hoodie. ‘On the left.’ you hear Shawn’s voice coming from your voice behind you. You look to your left and indeed, you see the grey hoodie you were looking for. You take it out of the closet and put it on. You grab your phone again and pout at the screen. ‘What’s wrong, darling?’ asks Shawn. ‘It doesn’t smell like you anymore.’ you say and Shawn laughs. ‘And that means?’ he asks you. ‘Means I need you home.’ you sigh. ‘Soon, baby, soon. Just a couple more weeks until you’re in my arms again.’ Shawn tells you. You smile. ‘See you soon, Shawn.’ you say and he smiles back at you.

A/N:

If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules  Here’s the list of characters I write for, I’ll be making a masterlist once I have written more. Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

[she-who-escapes-through-fandoms]

Thunder

Pairings: Mena Massoud x female!reader

Warning/s: none, i guess

Requested: Yes No

Disclaimer: I don’t own you and Mena.

@profangirllex : Can you do a Mena imagine where either he or the reader is afraid of thunderstorms (preferably Mena cause I’m dying for fluff). Thanks!

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Mena had been home for a week now. After all the press tour and photoshoots, Mena was happy to be home to his lovely fiance. He missed her, a lot. Her home cooked meals, them singing around the house, her cuddles, and of course her voice. It’s a great asset now during the stormy season.

The grey sky set a dull mood in their house. Mena sighed softly cuddling closer to Y/N when a small rumble of thunder was heard from outside. He tried to focus on the movie in front of them, he really did but another rumble of thunder sounded and his heart hammered faster.

Y/N laughed as the scene played out in front of her on the television. Martin, the butler, cried loudly saying, “I’ve never been so happy my entire life.” and then the Grandpa closed the door giving the mother and daughter some alone time. Mena relaxed when he heard her laugh.

Suddenly a rumble of thunder and a loud crack of lightning echoed loud and clear making Mena squeak. Y/N noticed and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Are you alright, Mena?” Mena cleared his throat and said, “I’m fine.” Then another loud rumble of thunder echoed and Mena saw the lightning flash across the sky.

“Okay, I’m probably not.” Mena said after cuddling closer and burying his face in her stomach. Y/N giggled at him. He lifted his face glaring at her. “It’s not funny. The lightning could strike our house and set it on fire. And the thunder is too loud,” Mena defended inching closer to her. “I’m not laughing! I just think it’s adorable,” Y/N said watching him pout and ruffling his hair.

“Hey!” Mena exclaimed. “Don’t worry I have my fears too. Like death.” Y/N replied pausing the movie. “At least yours is death, it’s reasonable. I fear the thunder. It’s stupid.” Mena grumbled. “No, it’s not. Everyone’s afraid of something for a specific reason. I’m sure you also have a what you said as a “reasonable” fear.” Y/N replied taking his hand in his. “There is something. It’s probably going to sound stupid again but- I fear losing you.” Mena admitted a slight blush on his face.

“You’re going to make me have a heart attack.” Y/N said dramatically placing a hand on her chest. “It’s true,” Mena replied giving her a kiss on the lips. Y/N smiled, “I don’t like losing you either.”

Mena smiled widely, the famous dimple appearing. “Come here,” he said tugging her closer. Y/N squealed when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her. Both smiling, they cuddled while watching the movie. Mena smiled seemingly forgetting about the storm raging on outside and all his attention was on her. His light, his world. Smiling there in his arms, her heartbeat felt through her shirt, and the thudding of her heart brought him peace. With a kiss on the forehead, Mena turned his attention to the television, his fear long forgotten, his heart filled with warmth.

[she-who-escapes-through-fandoms]

I’m Here For You

Pairing: Mena Massoud x Reader

Warning/s: deadbeat dad, divorce, sadness

Requested: Yes No

Disclaimer: I don’t own you or Mena. This is kinda inspired by what’s happening to me, because of you know dad sorta told my mom that he doesn’t want a “family life”. Reader’s 25 in this.

Y/N nervously fixed Mena’s shirt before they leave their apartment. “Y/N! You don’t have to be nervous. I don’t have to even worry about a dad who wants to kill me,” Mena laughed. Y/N’s movements faltered as she bit her lip. Tears filled her eyes and Mena noticed. “Shit, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He apologized.

Y/N wiped her tears away hastily, “It’s fine. I’m sorry for the water works.” “No, no. It’s totally fine to cry. Let it all out,” Mena consoled hugging her to his chest. Mena guided them both to their couch sitting down slowly.

“It’s just that- I miss him. It’s been 10 years since he left us and I still want him. I wanted him to be my first dance on my 18th birthday. I want him to be the one to scare the first boyfriend who I bring home - which is you. I want him to be the man who walks me down the aisle. I know he’s keeping touch every now and then but I miss him.” Y/N confessed. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Maybe we can convince him to walk down the aisle once we get married,” Mena said.

Y/N looked up at him with red eyes, “We get married?” “I did not mean to propose to you that way. It was supposed to be romantic with the help of your mom and your siblings,” Mena took a deep breathe in before going down on one knee and took out a black velvet box, “This was supposed to be more romantic. I even have a whole speech made. I have already talked to your mom and met up with her to ask for your hand so nothing to worry about. I’m rambling aren’t I?” Y/N laughed nodding slightly, happy tears now streaming down her face. “What I’m trying to say is- Y/N, you’re the only person I want to spend my life with. I love you with all I have. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me? Will you marry me?” Mena spoke up, heart hammering in his chest.

Y/N nodded tears still streaming down her face, “Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes.” Mena stood up with her and put the ring on her hand, “I know you don’t want something too flashy.” Y/N laughed and put a hand on her mouth still in shock. Suddenly Y/N kissed him, taking him completely by surprise.

Once they parted Mena spoke up again, “How about we tell the good news to your sibling/s and your mom, huh?”

[irrrationalfangirl]

Mena x actress! Reader reader is his celebrity crush 💁‍♀️

This is so short because I didn’t know exactly how to write this. Sorry lovelies!!

Mena first noticed you in a movie he saw in theaters during the time that he was failing audition after audition. It seemed to him that you nailef every single one because he saw you in practically everything. He was immediately attracted to you from the first moment he saw you. He feel in love with your personality as he watched many interviews of yours he had found on youtube. He wouldn’t call himself a stalker per se, he was just fascinated by you and gained a “tiny” crush on how you carried yourself and still seemed to not let fame get to your head. His crush on you became public when he got his big break as the role of Aladdin, in the live action remake. One day, during press for the film, an interviewer asked him if he had any current celebrity crushes. “This is a hard one because I think I meet celebrities a lot and I don’t know who they are, but at the top of my head I would have to say y/n y/ln. She is phenomenal in everything thing I see her in and she seems so dedicated to her work that it’s honestly an inspiration for me.” He started blushing as he mentioned your name. The internet went crazy over Mena’s crush on you. They thought it was adorable. During summer that ‘Aladdin’ was released, it was announced that Mena to star in a new series called ‘Reprisal’ with you as a guest star. Though, to his knowledge, he didn’t know you were going to be in the series until he saw you enter the hair and makeup trailer on set while he was rehearsing lines from afar. His heart skipped a beat and he practically ran to the trailer to introduce himself l. You had just sat down in your chair when you noticed a curly haired man open the door and immediately make eye contact with you. He made his way over to you and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Massou- I mean..Mena Massoud!! I just want to say I’m a huge fan and it’s a pleasure to be working with you.” “Hi, Mena.” You said back, shaking his hand. You gave him a pleasant smile. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say. I-,” You went to talk,but your hair stylist interrupted you. “Miss y/ln , if you don’t mind. I’d like to get started with your hairstyle for today’s shoot.” “I’m sorry, Matteo,”You told your hair stylist and turned to Mena. “It was wonderful to meet you. I’ll see you on set.” Mena blushed, once again. “Great to meet you as well, y/n.” He turned his back to you and went out the door. “Boy. That guy is cute,” you thought to yourself.