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[poedamern]

Mena x actress! Reader where she’s his celebrity crush

PAIRING: Mena x Reader (as an Actor/Actress)LOCATION: Aladdin PremiereDISCLAIMER: Gif is mine!

Mena couldn’t have been more starstruck and scared in his entire life– okay that was an exaggeration but god did he feel like it. Quickly grabbing onto Naomi’s arm, he leans over to her and whispers. “Is that seriously Y/N?” Naomi laughs and rolls her eyes. “You look like a deer in headlights but yeah, I invited them.” – “You what!?” 

You and Naomi had known each other since you were younger, having filmed some disney shorts and advertisements together, always running into each other at auditions for similar roles and generally catching up when you could. You had lost contact over the past few years due to your busy schedules. Just a year earlier you had grabbed one of the biggest roles in an award winning blockbuster, some would say it was your break through role. But Naomi had recently contacted you in celebration of Aladdin’s release, always saying to each other growing up that you’d invite each other to each other’s premieres if the day ever came. And now, here you were, just a few feet away from them. 

“Do you want to meet them?” Naomi asks, amused by the fear painted on Mena’s face. “Or are you too scared to greet them?” She teased. “I��� No– I mean. Well. You know how much I’ve talked about Y/N in interviews, literally almost all of them, it’s too embarrassing.” He stutters on his words, shaking his head. Realisation washes over Naomi’s face and she laughs. “Oh right! That’s your celebrity crush! Wow, you’ve definitely dug yourself a hole but you have to meet them!” She said excitedly. “Naomi, No–Don’t be so loud.” He whispers, placing a hand over her mouth. But it’s too late, Naomi calls Y/N and waves you down. You’re distracted from the Teen Vogue carpet interview your were currently doing but politely wave back before being motioned by your guard to walk over to take some press photos. 

“Y/N! I can’t believe you made it!” Naomi beamed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders for a tight embrace. You smile and shake your head, hugging her back. “Of course I made it. I wouldn’t miss this for the world. We always talked about how amazing it would be to play a disney princess growing up and now here you are! It’s literally a dream come true.” You grab a hold of her hands and squeeze them tightly before your eyes glance from her to the handsome man behind her. 

Meanwhile, Mena is having a full blown heart attack as he stands behind Naomi. You look stunning in your outfit and god your smile. With shock settling into his system, rapid flashbacks run across his mind back to all the interviews where he spoke about his crush on you. Rubbing his hands together he has no idea what to do, what does he even say? Sorry for crushing on you to the entire world? I genuinely think you’re an amazing person, I didn’t mean to blast you like that? He internally groans and tells himself to keep his damn mouth shut about stuff like this in the future, if he could live past today’s embarrassment that is. His eyes widen as he notices you make your way over to him. 

“You’re Mena, right?” Your voice brings Mena back to the present and he nods, smiling his charming smile and extending his hand out to you. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you, you look incredible.” He replies, surprised he didn’t fumble on his words, only to be quickly interrupted by Naomi. “Oh a real pleasure.” She teases. Mena gives her a warning look, a smile still on his face. “Please, ignore her.” Mena jokes, hoping for a god damn miracle that this doesn’t go south.

“Don’t worry. I know. Let’s just say we’re both fans of each other’s work.” You state as if it’s fact, a slightly amused look on your face but sweet nonetheless. You knew Naomi could go overboard with the teasing but it was amusing regardless. Mena freezes, his hand still intertwined with your own. “We are?” You laugh at his childlike reaction and bring his hand up closer to you. “Yes. In fact I find your, interest, to be cute. I’m Aladdin’s celebrity crush.” You grin and he can’t help but smile in return, chuckling under his breath, feeling the nerves building up in his chest.

“Y/N! Mena! Over here, smile for the camera!” The paparazzi yell from the sidelines of the carpet. You motion for Mena to follow you, still holding his hand in your own and pulling him over to pose for the photos. “Wait– Are you sure? We don’t have to.” He says, not wanting to intrude on your work. You can’t help but admire how gentlemanly he is. “I want to. I mean what I said. And who said I didn’t have a crush on you too?” You say quickly before Mena has time to react, wrapping an arm around his waist, facing the paparazzi for the round of photos. You feel Mena take a deep breath and lean into your side, hand pressed firmly on your side. You both pose and smile as the clicks of cameras echo around you two. 

Turning your head to the side, you lean in closer to Mena, taking in his features. He truly was even more handsome in person. How could a man like this have a crush on you? Regardless, you weren’t going to pass the opportunity. You lean in closer, seeing Mena glance down at you in confusion before you plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. A celebratory photo-op wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? You feel Mena tense at the touch before relaxing, smiling from ear to ear at the affection. You pull back only to be returned the gesture, surprised, you laugh as he leans down to press his lips onto your cheek. The kiss is warm, soft and oddly natural. The paparazzi went wild for the act and continued to yell for more poses but you knew it was time to go. 

“Congratulations on the movie.” You whisper in his ear. “I hope to see you again.” You pull back and smile, locking eyes with him and noticing how Mena’s eyes were only trained on you. “We will.” He says, hand squeezing your own, a new wave of confidence washing over him. You bow your head slightly before letting go of his hand, waving goodbye to him, then to the paparazzi, walking the rest of the carpet by yourself, the paparazzi perfectly capturing the adoring look on Mena’s face as you walk away. 

[poedamern]

a dose of love. ⏤ mena x female reader.

PAIRING: mena x female reader / LENGTH: 600 / NOTE: thank you to the person who submitted this! / DISCLAIMER: gif is mine! / WARNINGS: fluff plus worried boyfriend mena.

You struggle to keep your head up as you sit at your desk, a pile of tissues to your side, paper in hand. You had to get this work finished before your cold got any worse, you had to⏤ otherwise you’d be sick and anxious for the rest of the week. Leaning your head on the palm of your hand, your eyes fight to stay open. Lower and lower, you slide down your chair, getting into a more comfortable position. You swear, just to be comfortable, no plans on stopping your work just yet. But the world has other plans for you.

With a soft, painless thud, your head rests against your arm, pinning it onto the desk. The paper you previously gripped onto for dear life now laying on the desk, out of reach. Soft snores are all that could be heard from the office. “Alright, dinner is ready. Don’t tell me you’re–” Mena stops in his tracks as he sees you sleeping. “Of course.” He shakes his head and puts your work aside, clearing all the old tissues from the desk. “I guess dinner can wait.” He hums softly to himself, letting dinner go cold for all he cares as he sits you up, pulling the desk chair out and pulling you into his arms.

With a small huff he lifts you up, bridal style, as he takes you into your bedroom. In your dream like state, you curl up into his arms, head buried in the crook of his neck. The warmth brought a sense of clarity, washing away all the anxious, buzzing thoughts as you slip in and out of consciousness. Mena sets you down on the bed, pulling the sheets over you and making sure to tuck you in tight, any slight breeze could disturb you and he wanted nothing more than for you get your rest.

Mena crouches down next to the bed and pushes your hair out of your face. He can see your nose turning red from all the tissues you had to use and how your skin seems dryer, dull. He pouts to himself, brows creasing, worried. “If we could switch places I would.” He mumbles, not expecting you to respond. Opening one eye you pout in return. “No, I’m allowed to get sick, not you.” Mena laughs at your words, pinching your cheek affectionately. “But what if you get me sick?” He teases. You groan in response, unable to give an answer. “That’s what I thought.” Mena grins, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Feeling the temperature your body is radiating against his lips, he quickly gets on his feet and gets to work. Water, medicine, a cold washcloth. He comes back in a moments notice and pulls a chair up to the bed, taking a seat next to you. He changes out the washcloth when it grows warm and forces you to stay hydrated and to take medicine. Though the love he was giving you was more than enough medicine for you, feeling instantly better under his care. With a big smile on your face, you grab a hold of his hand as he’s laying the cloth across your forehead. “I love you.” You mumble, slightly delusional.

Mena smiles, wholeheartedly, down at you, his hand intertwining with your own. “I love you too.” He says softly. A fond look washes over his face as he leans down and kisses your forehead once again. “Promise that when I’m better you’ll smother me with love and affection?” You ask with a small laugh. Mena laughs, scrunching up his nose. “Of course. I promise.”

[poedamern]

The reader is Mena’s wife but it’s a secret. They were supposed to tell the press but you got pregnant and the two of you decided that stress would not be good for the baby. Will knows because he is the would-be godfather of the child. One day, Mena is in a press conference in your hometown when your mom texts him and Will that you’re in labor. Mena and Will leaves leaving the press and cast confused.Next day the announcement of your baby girl and you is made and the world loves it.Thanks, love!

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 1K / DISCLAIMER: Gif is mine! + I really don’t know anything about babies so I apologise haha. / NOTE: Damn this is such an interesting imagine so I hope I did it justice anon! 

Mena and you were counting down the days until your bundle of joy was welcomed into the world but with that came trying to schedule your jobs appropriately. You both worked in the entertainment industry as actors, which was hurdle no.1, hurdle no.2 was nobody knew you were his wife and no. 3, no one knew a baby was on the way. Plans and times always changed and the perfect time to tell people didn’t really exist. But you always made sure that you both got to do what makes you happy, even with a baby on the way. Both of you were slightly stubborn in your ways, nothing could stop either of your dreams. So you promised Mena, for his peace of mind, him and Will, soon to be god father of your child would receive a text if the day ever came and they weren’t around. The thing was, no one ever expected the baby to come today. 

Mena was sat next to Will at the latest Aladdin press set up, the whole cast together during a Q&A. “What can you tell us, are you as romantic as Aladdin or do you think you could take a few tips from him?” The interviewer joked with Mena. “Oh no way, as humble as Aladdin may be at times he truly is a hopeless romantic.” Mena laughs. “I can try my best but I think romance comes almost naturally to Aladdin, despite the mistakes he makes along the way.” Mena answers the question calmly before he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Usually its incredibly rude to look at your phone during things like this but with the baby so close. He had to check. She’s in labour. He reads your mother’s text to him. It was the emergency text. He stares almost lifeless at his phone. The baby came earlier than expected, he thought he’d have another week at least. Without thinking twice, Mena grabbed a hold of Will’s arm, eyes wide. “We have to go, I have to go, I–” Mena looks at Will who instantly understands and take authority over the situation. 

“What’s going on guys?” Naomi asks, genuinely unaware of what was going on. Will stands and speaks into his mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s just say a wish has been granted today, so me and Mena will be departing, we’re sorry to be leaving so soon but hey, genie’s got a job to do.” He jokes, the audience gives mixed reactions as well as the cast and but Mena doesn’t have time to apologise before he tries to calmly walking off the stage with Will right behind him. 

Mena’s mind races as he goes from walking to a full on sprint down the hallway with his manager. “Is she at the hospital?” He asks, worried for your well being. “She’s going to meet you there, she’s on her way now.” It only makes Mena run faster, grabbing his things and heading out the door, him, Will and his manager calling the closest taxi, not bothering with grabbing one of the press cars. “Get in, Don’t worry about the others.” His manager says, getting them in the cab and closing the door behind Will before running off back into the building. “Get us to the hospital, now!” Mena yells before he has a chance to put his seatbelt on. “Go, Go!” The taxi driver speeds down the road towards the hospital with Mena sitting on the edge of his seat, scared shitless. 

“Breathe.” Will reminds Mena. “How am I meant to breathe when there’s a baby on the way right now and I’m not with her?” He sounds almost angry, frustrated at himself. Will grabs tightly onto Mena’s shoulder and looks him in the eyes. “Breathe. Cause the love of your life is out there going through one of the most painful experiences in a person’s life. We will get you there and she will be safe and so will your child.” Will can’t help but smile. “You’re going to be a dad. Like all dads, you need to learn to live your life ready for anything to happen.” All Mena can do is sit in his own shock and turmoil. Everything was going to be fine, it had to be. And it was. 

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“So, I guess I should explain myself to you all.” Mena writes into the description of his latest instagram post. “There was never a perfect time cause the perfect was always by my side. Y/N and me have been happily married for some time now and well, we’re happy to announce we’re also new parents. Welcome Y/child’s/N to the world. We ask for your love and support and thank you for your understanding. Now is as perfect of a time as ever.” Mena lets out a deep breath he had been holding as he lays beside you in your hospital bed. “Do you think this is good?” He asks, showing you the picture of you two and your new baby girl. Mena’s wide smile and your tired yet radiant face hovering over your girls small frame. It was an adorable photo and a perfect post. “I think so. Post it to the world, Mr. over 1 Million followers.” You tease with a soft laugh, still holding your girl in your arms. 

Mena posts the photo and puts his phone on the bedside table, leaning over the pair of you and staring loving at you two. “I can’t believe the day is here.” He whispers, his thumb rubbing gently of your baby’s face before kissing your forehead. “I love you.” He mumbles against your skin. “I love you too, both of you.” You smile, bringing both of them close to you, never wanting to let go. Then, Mena’s phone goes off, again and again. He picks it up and watches as the flood of likes, comments and support rushes in. ‘Congrats you two! / Oh my god, I knew it! / I’ve never seen a cuter baby what the hell.’ The comments all read the same, nothing but love. Soon texts from family and friends came in. You two spent the day with your newborn and the seemingly never ending love from the public. You couldn’t be happier. 

[poedamern]

hi! could you write one about the reader and mena at a party and he pretends to be her boyfriend so the guy will back off? extra fluff plz!!

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 2.5k / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! / NOTE: This one is a lot longer than anything else I’ve written but it’s what you guys deserve for me being gone for almost a week! Also I love au’s like this, ugh thank you anon. / WARNINGS: Swearing, Nonconsensual touching (low), Drinking.

“Hey sexy.” The tall frat guy came up behind you, hand sliding up your arm with more contact than necessary. You move away from his touch, turning in your spot, giving him a cautious but standoff-ish smile. “Do I know you?” You ask, not trusting this man’s intentions. Your friend’s parties usually involved a few men like this who tried to hit on anyone and everyone for their own validation. It was the sad reality of friendship groups, there was always those who shouldn’t have been invited but tonight you just seemed to be the best pick for idiotic men. 

“I’m Y/Friend’s/N! You know, we met like, pft, I don’t remember, ages ago. But it’s fine, I’ll make sure you remember me, most women love me.” He winks, a gross sly smile on his face as he leans against the fridge, where you were trying to grab a drink from. As you reach for the handle, his hand grabs a hold of your wrist so you won’t move away from him. Your fake smile quickly fades as you grow more uncomfortable with each passing moment, your body visibly tensing. “Something tells me you don’t know women at all.” You frown, words laced with disgust, trying to move your hand back from the stranger. “Aw, come on. I can show you just how well I know women, it won’t take long either, I promise.” His hand now runs down your side, hand only inches away from– 

“Babe!” A voice comes from behind you, startling both of you. A firm hand wraps protectively around your waist and pulls you safely away from the man in front of you, the frat letting go of your side instantly. You stumble into the other man’s form, leaning against him before looking up to see who it was. Mena. You had been in the same friend group for a little while now but you still didn’t have too many moments alone together. Mena was a friendly stranger to you – though, in that moment, you couldn’t be happier to see him, compared to the creep trying to take you to some empty room in this massive house. “I was looking everywhere for you.” Mena says, raising his eyebrows at you, signalling to follow along. You panic momentarily before understanding the situation, trusting his act to get you both out of this without causing a scene for everyone to see.

“Baby, I was waiting for you so we could talk to everyone.” You smile, almost cringing at how sweet the tone you used was, bringing a hand up to his chest, playing with the collar of his shirt. Was that necessary? Probably not. “I figured you’d be in the kitchen for some drinks.” You shrug, like it’s not a big deal. “Remind me to make sure we get drinks together next time.” Mena laughs. “He’s your boyfriend?” You notice the frat trying to question you but you just ignore him, grabbing a hold of Mena’s hand, pulling him with you. “Let’s go say hi to Friend’s/N. It’s been so long we need to catch up with them.” Mena quickly follows as you pull him along and turns to make sure the guy wasn’t following you two. Good news, he wasn’t but the bad news was that he continued to stare at you as you walked across the room. 

You greet your friend as you normally would but you make the conversation sweet and short, giving them some excuse as to why you had to continuously be on the move. You walk, with Mena’s hand still in your own, until you stand in front of one of the french windows. “Is he watching us?” You ask as you pull him close. Mena makes a face, cringing. “Unfortunately.” You groan, turning your face to look out the window so the guy couldn’t see you. “But first off, are you okay?” Mena asks seriously. You look up at him, surprised. “Oh, I– yeah. I am. I was just a bit taken a back but I’m okay.” You smile softly, Mena’s slight frown fading away, happy to know you were okay. “But something tells me this is going to last the whole night.” You purse your lips. “Does this mean I get to be your boyfriend the whole night?” Mena can’t help but smirk at his question. You chuckle, giving him a look. “Are you excited about that?” Squinting as you ask him. “Not exactly but I wouldn’t say I’m disappointed about it either.” He grins as you roll your eyes playfully. When was he such a joker? 

“Alright, babe.” Your teasing tone coming off strong. “You need to be convincing otherwise this guy won’t leave us alone.” You instruct him, crossing your arms. “That’s a two way street, baby.” Mena banters back with you. “You’ll look like the worst girlfriend ever if you don’t join in.” – “Maybe that’s exactly what that guy needs to see.” You both laugh at your jokes before you see an idea come to Mena, eyebrows raised, a playful look on his face. “Well, here goes nothing.” Mena says, rubbing his hands together before grabbing a hold of your hand and taking you over to the other side of the living room where a beer pong table has been set up. 

“No, no, no.” You warn Mena but he ignores you, tapping the organisers shoulder and putting you two into the next game. “What about ‘No’ do you not understand?” You tug on his hand. “We can’t just stand around all night, It’s a party right?” He asks. “Don’t worry, I’ll drink all the beer if you don’t want any.” He offers like it’s nothing. “Oh no you don’t. If you’re getting drunk so am I.” You declare before walking up to the table when it’s your turn. “Well then, game on Y/N– Oh shit.” Mena curses, staring directly at who’s across the table. The same frat from before steps up with his other friend, staring both of you down.

“Let’s make a deal, a bet.” The guy slurs, pointing his finger at you. “Even though I know I’ll win anyway.” You look at the guy with pure disgust and annoyance. “A bet? You’re messing with the wrong people.” Mena warns the guy, raising his arms, a smile on his face. “What do you even want to bet? Money? Alcohol?” Mena asks, genuinely curious but the guy pulls a blank. Of course he didn’t think through his dumb plan. 

“Winner gets the girl.” You say, arms crossed with a smirk running across your lips. Mena turns and gives you an exasperated look. “Are you insane!? We’re trying to get you away from this guy.” You ignore Mena’s reaction and wave him off. “I said what I said, winner gets the girl and a kiss for celebration. Deal or no deal?” You ask the guy. “Fucking deal.” He replies, confident, chest puffed. Of course you planned to just leave the party if the frat won but you wanted to see the look on his face if you two really did win. Oh the satisfaction.

The game starts, the frat guy and his equally frat friend start with a strong lead, getting four cups in a row while you and Mena had only gotten two. “Don’t tell me we’re choking.” Mena jokes with a weak laugh, genuinely concerned with the outcome that’s slowly approaching, chugging down the cup of beer, grimacing at the taste. “Don’t jinx us.” You say, pinching his side before handing Mena the ping pong ball. He takes the ball and takes a deep breath, looking at you and giving the ball a kiss. “If we go down, we go down together.” You can’t help but laugh at his words, the act endearing. 

Back and forth, both teams take shots, a crowd starting to form around the table in anticipation, people spreading word of the prize at hand. Somehow, over the span of the last ten minutes, both teams were down to 1 cup. The two frats had probably way too much to drink and their throws were getting worse while you and Mena were just average at best. But this was it. It was your turn and you had to get this in, to get this torture over and done with.

You focus on the last cup, taking a deep, steady breath. The room falls silent as everyone watches in anticipation. Lifting your arm, you aim your shot. Exhaling, you take the shot, flicking your wrist, watching as the ping pong ball bounces right into the cup. “Oh my god.” You say in disbelief. The room cheers and yells in celebration. “You did it!” Mena yells with joy, grabbing you and picking you up off the floor, spinning you around. You can’t help but laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for support, your legs wrapping around his waist so you don’t hit anything. “Fuck this!” The frat yells, hitting the cup off the table and storming off. You can’t even be mad about him not drinking the last beer because you’re just so happy you won. Mena stops in place and gently lowers you to the ground, still smiling widely. 

“Kiss the winner! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Some girl calls out from the crowd. For a moment, you had forgotten about the celebratory kiss but after all Mena has done for you tonight, sticking by your side to make sure you were okay and joining you for the night. A kiss doesn’t really seem out of the question. You see Mena flush slightly, looking around as the room starts chanting for you two to kiss. Amused by the sight, you smile. “Don’t get shy on me now.” Bringing your hand up, you take his chin in between your index finger and your thumb. He looks down at you, shocked, before you pull him forward into a kiss. He tenses at the touch, a hand grasping onto your arm before he relaxes and kisses you back. 

The room cheers as you kiss and you can feel each others smiles pressed against lips. Pulling back, you notice how shy Mena has gotten, eyes staring at the ground as his hands find yours. You figure your time in the spotlight is finally over so you pull Mena along with you back out of the living room. You decide to give him a little space, getting drinks for you both from the kitchen and going to meet with your other friends as they retell what just happened, laughing and joking about the situation. It isn’t until its late at night, very tipsy, on your way out the door that you get to have a moment alone with Mena. 

“My uber is on it’s way.” You say with a soft sigh, taking in the fresh air, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Mine’s not too far either.” He adds, putting his phone away in his back pocket. You both watch as the crowds disperse, people tripping over lawn ornaments making their way back home. The silence is comfortable but empty, you decide to speak up. “Mena–” “Y/N–” You both speak at the same time, causing you to laugh. “You go.” Mena offers. “I just wanted to say thank you. You didn’t have to do all of that but. You did. So, thank you, again.” You laugh nervously, watching as Mena’s smile grows on his face. “Honestly, when I saw that guy hitting on you it was the only thing that came to mind, over the hundreds of others things I could’ve done. I just hope I was able to make you feel more comfortable about it.” He says as he scratches the side of his face. “You did.” You say softly. 

You see your Uber is only minutes away and you feel a sense of urgency wash over you. “I hope you were comfortable too, I mean the kiss might of been too much– I should’ve asked. Just in the moment it was– well you know.” You start to worry, playing with your fingers. But Mena instantly grabs a hold of them, comforting you, reading your thoughts. “It was more than okay, great even.” He grins. “I was kind of hoping that maybe– I can’t.” He hesitates, shaking his head. “No, say it. Please. I want to know.” You encourage him, wondering if he was thinking the same as you. His eyes soften as he looks at you, watching as he grows the confidence to speak up.

“I was hoping maybe it wouldn’t be the last – that sounds cheesy, but, what I mean is. I’d like to see you again, not under the pressures of some idiot frat guy and beer pong.” He laughs, causing you to do the same, taking a step closer to him. “I’d like that– Babe.” You can’t help but tease, causing you both to laugh yet again. Your phone lights up, altering you that your uber was here, turning to see the same car driving down the road. “My uber is here, so uh–” You hesitate but before you can say anything else, Mena pulls you into a tight hug. “Promise to text me when you get home okay?” He asks, pulling back and looking down at you. “Of course, you too. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.” You sigh dramatically with a smile. Mena takes out his phone and quickly exchanges phone numbers with you. Out of Mena’s sight, you save his number under the name ‘Babe’ with a heart emoji next to it. If he ever found out, you’d say it was tipsy you who named him that, it was a foolproof plan. 

“See you next time, Y/N.” He steps back, waving you goodbye. You wave in return, turning towards the car to get in. But you stop in your tracks, knowing if you don’t do this, you’ll regret it in the morning. Quickly, with the turn of your feet, seeing Mena still standing on the footpath, you run back up to him, placing your hands on his chest for support. He frowns in confusion. “What is it?” He asks, truly unaware. Instead of an answer, you lean up and press a soft goodbye kiss on his lips. This time around, Mena is quicker to react, eyes fluttering close, a hand placed on your cheek, he gently kisses you in return. 

You both pull back, smiling, giddy, before Mena playfully turns you back around by your shoulders. “Go, before your Uber gives you a bad rating for being slow.” He jokes, grinning from ear to ear. Rolling your eyes, you laugh. “Fine, fine.” You say before running off to your car, waving one final goodbye to Mena, jumping in the car. From the car ride home to taking a shower, getting ready for bed and closing your eyes for the night, you feel beyond happy, excited for what the future holds for both you and Mena. 

[poedamern]

Mena is always caught staring at the reader and the casts notice. They tease Mena about it and mena gets annoyed so he asks the reader out. Just fluffy stuff with our meens. Female reader please. Thank you!

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 1.5KDISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! + I cannot write short imagines for the life of me so I’m going to start adding word lengths to these things for you guys and my sanity haha.   

If you’d like to submit an imagine, please submit here! 

You looked beautiful tonight. I mean Mena always thought you looked beautiful but tonight, he just really felt your radiance shine through more than ever before. Your natural charm, your laugh, the way your hair fell so perfectly around your face, your make up bringing out the colour of your eyes and the way you smiled with each and every question. He smiled just looking at you. Being able to work with you on the set of Aladdin and getting to do a press conference with you by his side years later, it made him so happy. He missed you, more than he originally thought, so much so it was so obvious to everyone else. It was definitely a very Mena thing to get caught staring in the middle of the press conference.  

“–She’s an amazing person to work with and I mean, not even Mena can take his eyes off of her for more than a second, that’s just the kind of affect she has on those around her.” Will teased Mena during a question, a deep laugh rumbling in his chest. You laugh with the others, feeling flustered, watching as Naomi hits Mena’s arm, laughing at how obvious he was being. You notice how Mena stumbles for an answer, laughing along. “I mean, I’m not alone in this right?” He jokes with the audience, trying to cover the situation. The audience laughs and cheers in agreement before the MC moves onto the next topic, ending the press conference. 

With the conference over, the cast decided to go out for dinner to a restaurant just down the road, it was originally Naomi’s idea and well, what Naomi says usually goes. So the managers booked a table and everyone was off. You got in a car with Nasim and Marwan while Mena went with Naomi and Will. Everyone makes their way down to the restaurant and is led to a private dining space, outside the back of the restaurant onto a balcony. Drinks were served and meals were ordered. You were having a great time, drink in hand, Naomi by your side, talking about literally everything and anything. 

“I’ll be back, just need to go to the bathroom okay?” You tell Naomi. “Sure thing, I’ll order us another drink.” She winks playfully at you, sending you off so you can hurry on back before asking the waiter to grab two more mojitos. Seconds after you leave, Naomi b-lines for Mena who was sat next to Will. “I’ve never seen someone stare THAT hard before.” Naomi sighs dramatically, leaning over his seat. “Right? I can’t believe after all this time you haven’t made your move man. What’s the hold up?” Will adds, taking a swig of his drink, pointing his finger at Mena. Mena rolls his eyes and groans. “Guys please, it was one time.” – “One time!? So you staring at her literally five minutes ago wasn’t the second time today?” Naomi laughs. “Plus, today isn’t the only day and you know that.” Mena doesn’t respond and instead takes a sip of his drink, frustration settling in. They had a point but it was terrifying, coming to terms with your feelings for someone. “Do us and the world a favour and do something. We’re dying here.” Will adds before you walk back to the table, breaking up the interrogation without knowing.

The night runs long and you’re starting to get a headache from the loud talk and jokes from the table, so you get up and take your drink with you, wanting to take in this view Naomi had been raving about before you left the conference. You place your drink on the concrete railing and start working on taking out the tens of bobby pins in your hair– thinking at least that can help with the slight headache you’re suffering from. Twisting your fingers in awkward positions and setting the bobby pins aside you sigh, your arms getting tired. 

“Need some assistance?” You hear a familiar voice come from behind you. You turn, arms still up in the air and see Mena standing behind you, familiar cheeky smile on his face. “Honestly, maybe. I almost have it just–” You start before Mena interrupts you. “Let me.” He grabs a hold of your hands and sets them back down to your side, standing behind you before searching for the missing bobby pins. The movement and weight of his fingers running through your hair causes you to relax, smiling to yourself at the affect it has on you. 

“Thank you.” You mutter, hands playing with the sleeves of your dress.  “I haven’t even gotten them out yet.” Mena teases you, his laugh deep and low behind you. “I know but still. You always take care of me when I need it.” It was true, he was always there for you, especially more so on this press tour. 

Mena’s thoughts run wild as he takes out the last few bobby pins, one by one. He felt increasingly nervous the longer he stood by your side. Maybe it was the fact the others barraged him to talk to you moments ago and knew they were watching. But it was also just your presence, you just have that effect on him. “Done. I can’t see anymore in there.” He says, letting your hair fall down your back as he places his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly.  

You feel your cheeks flush at the touch, its so simple but everything had been building between you two, you knew it, he knew it, everyone fucking knew it. But it was special, what you two had. You were both scared to take the first leap. “Y/N, I– I don’t think you know how important it means to me to have you here.” Mena says softly, one of his hands coming up to push back the strand of hair that fell over your shoulder. You turn at the touch, Mena meeting you halfway, his other hand now resting on your waist. 

You feel his stare on you, eyes locking with your own. “Maybe I don’t.” You whisper, both of you close enough to hear. “– And that’s my fault.” Mena looks disappointed in himself, glancing down at your hands, taking them in his own. “For months, years, we’ve been by each others side and every time I see you, you make me just– so happy. It’s obvious, everyone sees it. It’s ridiculous.” He chuckles at his own words. “But all I ever want is for you to be happy, so, whatever I say, I–” He hesitates.

“Just say it.” You smile softly up at him, making him look back at you by placing a hand on his chest. “Nothing you say will hurt me. You know that.” You reassure him. You could feel his heart race against the palm of your hand and the butterflies instantly start to fly around your stomach. But you’re instantly distracted from the thought as Mena’s hand comes up to your face, caressing your cheek in his hand, his thumb running gently across your cheekbone. 

“I think we both know I can’t keep this from you any longer.” He leans forward, his other hand caging your hand on his chest. He takes in a shallow breath and looks you in the eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you for longer than I’d like to admit. If loving you, makes you happy– I’ll do everything I can to keep it that way. Which leads me to the question–” You can no longer feel his heart racing in your palm cause all you can feel and hear is your own heart racing like crazy, head spinning. “Will you go out with me?” You chuckle softly under your breath and smile from ear to ear. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Relief washes over Mena’s face and in moments both of his hands are caressing your cheeks, pulling you impossibly close before he catches your lips in his own. The kiss is electric and feels warm to the touch, your lips practically melting against his own. Grabbing a hold of his jacket with both hands, you pull him close to you, not wanting the kiss to end. Obviously happy at the act, you feel Mena smile against your lips before pulling away, resting his forehead against your own, noses touching. “I’ll take that as a strong yes.” He jokes, his dimple showing on his cheek. You scrunch up your face and whisper. “I’d be worried if you didn’t.” 

But in seconds your moment is interrupted by the cheers of the table. “Finally!” Naomi screams first, Will cheering right after her, laughing and clapping his hands. “Only took you a few years my man but you did it.” Will raises his glass at you and Mena. You can’t help but laugh and press your face into Mena’s shoulder, unable to hide your embarrassment and joy. Mena laughs and wraps an arm around your waist. “Mind your own damn business you drunks!” Mena yells back playfully. Mena will never live down this day but you will both cherish it forever. 

[poedamern]

Can you do an angst fic of mena? Rewrite the stars inspired

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 2.3k / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! / NOTE: i listened to this song a hundred times to really have this fic be inspired by it so i hope you like it! / WARNINGS: cursing, fighting, angst, oof angst, slightly happy ending though. 

You know I want you, It’s not a secret I try to hide.But I can’t have you, We’re bound to break and my hands are tied.

“There’s been a lot of controversy about your chemistry with Mena.” The interviewer grills into you, as a fellow actor, you were used to the interrogation style of interviews but this was personal. “Has there?” You ask seemingly oblivious, though, you know better. You see the notifications flood in everyday, the hate that gets thrown your way because people never stop thinking and talking about how ‘unfit’ you were for the role, how shit of an actor you would be for the film as well as the relationship between you and Mena. To the public, you were co-workers for Mena’s next project after Aladdin but in private, there was a stronger connection. Paparazzi got one good photo of you two and it was the end. Fans hated you for no reason other than you were friends with Mena. “Do you think the movie producers made the right call to make you Character’s/N?” – “Well of course. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t the right call.” Frustration settles in, feeling the burn of anger swell in your chest. “Why do you think people criticise your role?” Clenching your fists together, you’re close to jumping at the interviewer across from you. “They can criticise as much as they like but nothing’s official until you’ve seen the movie. Thank you for your time.” You cut the interview short and stand out of your chair, making your way back to the green room. 

Without second thought, ignoring all requests from your manager and producers, you head into the bathroom, taking your phone with you and shutting yourself into the closest stall. Bringing your phone up to your ear you listen. ring, ring. ring, ring. – “Hey, what’s up? Aren’t you doing press right now?” Mena sounds worried. “I just, needed a break – missed talking to you.” You couldn’t tell him the truth, it would break his heart, yours as well. “Well that’s cute.” A smile grows on your lips, feeling his voice calm you down. “Shut up. You’re making me want to keep my thoughts to myself.” The words slip out, becoming aware of how ironic it was. “Now that would just be wrong, you know that. But while I’ve got you–” You hear Mena walking around his place, you assume, it sounds like he’s cleaning or cooking. “How does dinner at 8 sound?” You almost fall back into the bathroom stall hearing that. You two had never gone on an actual date before, it causes you to feel excited, a brief silver-lining before reality kicks in and the pessimistic thoughts flood your mind. “8 sounds good.” – “Y/N! We need you back on press!” Your manager yells. “I have to go.” You sigh. “See you later then okay?” – “Mhm.” You hum before hanging up. How in the world were you going to do this? You wanted to enjoy your time with Mena but doing so while the world was at your throat was crushing you.  

-

Six hours later, finally finished with work you make your way to the location Mena sent you for dinner, the nerves started to kick in as you walked through the front doors. It only took you moments to see where Mena was sitting, watching as he waved you down. “Y/N!” He hugs you as you reach the table, you melt into the embrace and pull back with a smile. “Here I was thinking you might not make it.” His words cause your worries to grow. “I would never leave you alone like that. Do I look like someone who would do that?” You say, taking a seat at the table. “Well no but you’ve been kind of stressed lately, I just want you to be happy.” Mena shrugs his shoulders, taking a seat across from you. Be happy. Well for Mena, be happy it was. You spend the next hour or so having a few drinks and ordering your food, talking about the latest project and how everything was. It seemed easy, natural. Your problems seemed to fade away the longer you were with Mena. But it was too good to be true.  

-

“Mena, Y/N! Look here!” Flash, flash. “Are you guys dating? Come on pretty lady, smile for us!” The paparazzi comes in closer to your face. Feeling sick to your stomach, you jump up to your feet as Mena tries to calm the paparazzi down, being his polite self, as always. But not you, not today, not ever, never. You repeat the words in your mind as you storm off, leaving dinner and Mena behind. You’re halfway out the door before Mena grabs your hand, stopping you. “Y/N, It’s okay, we’ll leave together.” – “No. Don’t. Just don’t. Mena. We both know it will never work.” – “What are you talking about?” You watch as the paparazzi catch up to you two, taking pictures of everything that was unfolding. Pulling your hand away from Mena you shout. “I won’t let them ruin your career like they’re ruining mine!” The sound of your own voice catches you off guard, scaring you. It didn’t sound anything like you. Tears swell in your eyes and the hurt you see in Mena’s sends waves of regret and guilt through you. Trying not to make more of a scene you walk off, head down and grab the closest taxi straight to home. The paparazzi are persistant and follow you to the door, continuing to yell questions and statements, disregarding any common sense. “Bad date?” The cab driver asks as you jump in, slightly startled by the crowd of paparazzi before driving off down the road. Turning to look out the window, you see Mena standing alone at the restaurant, watching you drive off. It feels like a stab in the heart. “Bad would be better than this.” You mumble under your breath. 

–

“I haven’t heard from her in weeks.” Mena says to Naomi, sitting across from each other on his couch. “Ruin her career? What does that even mean?” Mena asks, ripping up a random piece of paper he had laying on his coffee table, a current representation for his state of mind. “She must be worried.” Naomi sighs. “Worried?” Mena gives Naomi a confused look. “For you.” She corrects him. “Everything she’s done is an obvious sign of doing what’s best for you and not for her. Has that not crossed your mind?” Naomi almost seems disappointed. “Well– No. I just want what’s best for her but I don’t know how to do that.” Mena runs his hands through his hair. “I need to do something otherwise I’ll lose her forever. I can’t do that. I can’t.” Noami stands from her spot and places a hand on Mena’s shoulder. “Then go to her. If you don’t both of you will be worse off without it.” 

-

Your phone goes off in your lap. 

NAOMI ––– Are you home?YOU ––– … Why? NAOMI ––– That’s all I need to know! 

All you wanted to do was wallow in your sadness and live as a hermit on your couch, what exactly was Naomi planning? It couldn’t be good. The next thing you hear is the doorbell. Looking a mess, you grab your dressing gown and tie your hair up before making your way to do the door, opening it hesitantly. 

Of course. Of fucking course. Why would she do anything different? You should’ve seen this coming from miles away. “What are you doing here?” You ask, sounding threatened. You see Mena standing in front of the doorway, nervous, hesitant just like you. It was obvious she convinced him to come over here, knowing he was scared of what the outcome would be. “Can I come in?” He asks, his voice soft, low. With a harsh sigh you swing open the door, letting him come in and close the door behind him, making your way back to the couch. The silence is deafening, only the sound of his shoes against the tilted floors echoing in the living room. You had nothing yet also everything to say but how do you even begin? I love you but the world hates us? I want to be with you but being with you is crumbling me into a pile of nothing? It was all hopeless, to you at least. 

“I’m sorry–” Mena starts but you interrupt him, staring at the floor. “Why?” – “Why? I’m here? Well, because I care about you and–” “Why? Why me? Out of all the people you know, out of all the opportunities that come your way and success you have, why me?” Tears swell once again, taking a deep breath you try to blink away the tears. For the first time since you opened the door, you look up at Mena, his usual worried look has turned darker, sadder. He sighs, looking from you to the floor. “People don’t get to choose who they love.” Love. The word rings in your ears. “But you can choose to live a better life. Without me.” Your last words come out in a broken mess. Mena takes a step closer to you but you stand and yell. “Don’t! Don’t do it. If you want to do something for me then stop loving me! You don’t deserve it!” 

Mena ignores you, grabbing you haphazardly and pulls you into his chest. “Let go of me!”  Hitting your hands against his chest, you try to get away from him. “You don’t fucking get it do you!? It’s so easy for you, so simple. The world loves you while they want me gone!” He closes his eyes and takes the hits, only flinching slightly at the punches before you swing your hand, slapping him right across the face. The hit shocks him, causing him to stumble back. With your hand burning from the harsh contact, you look down and the tears won’t stop, your vision blurry as you look back up at Mena. “I-I’m. Holy shit. I’m sorry. I’m a monster.” You feel like breaking down but the pain you’ve inflicted on Mena takes priority. You drop everything and run to the kitchen, taking a towel and putting ice cubs inside of it. You take your hair tie out and use it to tie the towel up so the ice is secure. You turn to run back but Mena’s already sitting at the kitchen counter, still in a state of shock. 

“You aren’t a monster.” He manages to mumble as you take a seat next to him, placing the bag of ice on his cheek. You haven’t stopped crying and with his words you weren’t going to stop either. “But I am. I just– Look what I did, all because I was scared.” You sniff through your words. “You’re human.” He rebuts, a hand coming to rest on your knee, squeezing it lightly. “I should’ve seen it. should’ve been more aware. You see such an ugly side of the world that I haven’t experienced. It was naive of me to think we could work without issues.” He exhales softly, grabbing the bag of ice from you and setting it on the counter. “But as much as the world may not want us together, I do. Cause you’re the one I was meant to find, Y/N.” His eyes lock with your own. “You’ve brought me so much happiness into my life and the only time there hasn’t is because how others have treated you. I know you’re scared. I know it’s hard. But no one gets to say who we get to be.” 

The words fall over you like a tonne of bricks, the weight in your chest compressing until it explodes. Sobbing, you lean forward into Mena’s shoulder, feeling your tears soak into the thin fabric of his shirt. “Everyday I wake to a living nightmare, it’s terrifying. I wish I didn’t think so much about it but you know I want you, It’s not a secret I try to hide.” You sigh, grabbing a hold of his hand, interlacing it with your own. “I just want you to live your best life. For some reason I believe you can only do that without me.” – “You’d be wrong.” He reassures you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. “We love each other, we should be able to show it, at least to each other. And I’ll be here every day to fight those nightmares and to reassure you I’m not going anywhere. I love you for you. No matter what. No matter how long it takes.” He lifts your head with his hand, making you look up at him. “All I need is for you to think that its possible. A glimpse of hope, something.” He leans forward, pressing his forehead against your own. 

You think it over, eyes never leaving his own as your tears start to slowly dry on your cheeks. “How about a silver lining?” You ask, almost in a whisper. Mena smiles, eyes closing in a sense of relief. “I can work with a silver lining.” He mumbles, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “But first.” You grab the ice pack and press it back against his cheek, causing him to laugh under his breath. Smiling, you haven’t felt this safe with him in a very long time. You hope one day you’ll be able to feel that way not between four walls, in secret but out in the world. “Y/N.” – “Hm?” Mena opens his eyes, forehead still pressed against your own. “I promise, we will make this work. Us against the world.” – “Us against the world. I promise too.” You say, relaxing in his embrace. Maybe you two could really rewrite the stars. 

[poedamern]

Hiiiii can you right a fic with mena where he gets jealous with zayn during the premiere because his girl has a big crush on zayn? Love you writing btw!

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 800 / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! / NOTE: please ignore liam and louis in the gif but you get the idea hahah + also thank you anon! 

“No way is that Zayn?” High pitched excitement obvious in your voice. Mena looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind and tightens the hold of your hand in his. “Since when have you been a fan of Zayn?” Mena asks, genuinely confused, he’d never heard you mention him before. You and Mena had just walked the carpet for the Aladdin premiere. It was one of the first times you had walked the carpet with your boyfriend and it had been an exhilarating experience. It always was with Mena but everything else that happened on red carpets was just a bonus. Just like how Zayn was walking directly towards you two right at that moment. 

“Oh my god, is he walking over here?” You panic, hiding slightly behind Mena. Mena can’t help but laugh at your reaction, finding it so innocent – for now. “And well. I’ve been a fan since he went solo in all honesty.” You admit. “So you’re not a ‘Directioner’?” Mena teases, elbowing your side lightly. You give him warning look before laughing. “No, disappointed?” You joked back. “Never.” He confirms before turning to see Zayn only a few steps away. 

You freeze behind Mena, his hand still intertwined with yours. Lifting his head, Zayn catches glimpse of Mena and waves him down. With a confident stride to his step, Zayn stretches his hand out for a handshake. “I believe we haven’t been properly introduced yet.” Zayn says. Hearing his signature deep voice really had a certain effect on you. As expected, Mena is beyond polite, smiling widely at the singer and shaking Zayn’s hand in return. “I don’t think we have. But it’s nice to finally meet you.” Mena nods. “Funny considering we worked on the same songs.” He adds, causing Zayn to chuckle. An idea comes to Mena’s mind and a smirk runs across his lips, pulling you forward from your hiding spot. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. I think she’s a big fan of yours.” 

You can feel your chest tighten as you’re pulled forward but Zayn instantly smiles in your direction, offering his hand. Surprisingly, Mena lets go of your hand, giving you permission to go forward, even though you don’t need it. Reaching your hand out to shake Zayn’s, he instead pulls your hand upwards and presses a kiss on the back of your hand. Zayn was definitely a close second in line to play Aladdin – in your opinion. Though, you would never dare tell Mena that. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” Zayn introduces himself. Flush burns across your cheeks and you’re afraid you won’t be able to talk. “N-nice to meet you too.” Of course you’d stutter meeting your own celebrity crush, of course. 

“Thank you being a fan of my work.” His voice beckons you from your thoughts. “Oh no, no. Thank you for releasing good music.” You laugh nervously, causing Zayn to laugh in unison. “You look beautiful tonight, I saw you two earlier when I arrived.” Zayn comments, glancing over your full gown dress. “Thank you, you look handsome yourself.” You respond politely, smiling from ear to ear. Soon Zayn’s manager taps his shoulder to move along, notifying him he had some press interviews to attend to. “Sorry.” Zayn apologises. “I have to go but let’s meet again.” He looks over at Mena, shaking his hand again before he’s ushered off. 

You take in a deep breath and turn back to Mena, raising your eyebrows at the seemingly stern look on Mena’s face. “Babe?” You ask, taking his hand in yours. “What’s wrong?” Mena shakes his head and pretends everything’s fine. “Nothing’s wrong.” You can’t help but smile at his words. “Are you sure–?” The teasing tone slips from your lips. “Yes, I’m sure.” He frowns at you. “Hm, I don’t know, someone looks jealous to me.” – “Jealous? No way.” The crease between his brows grows. Smitten, you laugh. Lifting your hand, you rub your thumb across his forehead, instantly removing the frown. “I love you.” Mena raises an eyebrow this time but is pleasantly surprised when you lean forward and press your lips against his own. He kisses you back tenderly, pulling you closer to him. “I love you too.” He says softly. 

With a spring in your step, you excitedly walk off the end of the carpet with Mena trailing behind you. But it’s only second before you hear his voice behind you. “Okay– Maybe I was a little jealous.” Mena admits with a sigh, resulting in both of you bursting out laughing, you hitting his chest lightly. “I knew it!” – The rest of the night involved teasing jokes about Mena’s jealousy and your childlike behaviour meeting Zayn but it’s a memory neither of you will ever want to forget. 

[poedamern]

Can you do one where the reader is on her period? ❤️

PAIRING: Mena x Female Reader / LENGTH: 800 / DISCLAIMER: Gif is not mine! /  NOTE: here’s a short and sweet one just for you! (also i’m guessing you wanted mena in this one) sorry if not! / WARNINGS: mentions of blood, pain, periods + also extra fluff. 

You wanted nothing more than to just be sucked into the depths of hell from your bed, your stomach screaming in pain, feeling like someone was stabbing you over and over, turning and twisting it inside of you. You were prepped and prepared for the oncoming onslaught of your period last night, pad and pain killers and all. But this morning was well and truly rough, thank god it was a sunday morning and you had nowhere to be. You groaned in place, crossing your legs together, trying to find a comfortable position. 

Mena stirred next to you and woke up within minutes, running his hands through his unruly hair. “Is the period demon back?” He asks jokingly, laugh rough and low in his chest, still waking up. You groan in response and he takes it as a yes. Mena had been through a few periods with you in the time that you started dating, so he got up like it was routine. Pulling on sweatpants, he walks out to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and your packet of pain killers before bringing them back to you. “Take these before it gets any worse.” He orders, placing them on your bedside table, leaning over and kissing your forehead. He pulls you up, helping you to a sitting position before leaving to the kitchen again. 

You scull the pain killers down with the water and attempt to move your legs but it’s a no go. Pain shoots around in your abdomen causing you to groan louder. Fuck periods. Before you can even see what Mena was doing, too distracted by the pain, he’s back with a plate of your favourite vegan pancakes in hand, strawberries on top. He truly was a cooking pro. He places a small stand over your legs and puts the plate down. “If I see anything left on that plate, you’re in trouble.” Mena says, heading towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Yes, mother.” You tease him, still grateful regardless. 

Mena was always so giving with each and every day but it showed more in times like this and it made you all soft inside thinking about it. “Hey, I’m taking care of you okay? No complaining.” He says, mouth filled with toothpaste and his toothbrush. You laugh at his childlike behaviour, momentarily distracted from your pain before you take several bites of the pancakes, hungrier than you thought. “Are they good?” He asks after washing out his mouth and making his way back to bed, slipping in beside you. You nod, offering him a strawberry, holding the fork out for him. He leans forward and eats the strawberry, motioning you to finish the rest. Which, you do, without hesitation. 

Once you’re done, he takes your plate and puts it in the kitchen sink, returning to your side in moments, an arm wrapping around your shoulders as his other hand rests on your stomach. “From 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?” He asks. “7?” You say, not really sure. “Food helps, as well as the warmth from my handsome boyfriend.” You grin, leaning into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He pulls up the blankets and makes sure you’re comfortable. “Well I’m glad. Anything I can do to help just say the word.” He offers, hand now rubbing affectionate circles over your stomach. 

“How about some kisses?” You ask. A smirk runs across Mena’s lips. “Oh a kiss? Okay.” He says, a playful look on his face. As you wait for a kiss on the lips, he tricks you and leans down, lifting your shirt and leaving a kiss on your stomach. You laugh loudly, covering your face in embarrassment. “Oh my god– Not there!” – “Well you have to be specific! What, you don’t like stomach kisses?” He teases, pretending to be offended, continuing to rub your stomach, the warmth of his hand comforting you. “That was my first stomach kiss and I can’t say I want another.” You joke back with him. “Then what about here.” He leaves a kiss on your chin. “Or here?” placing another kiss on your cheek. You smile so hard it hurts your face. “No, you missed.” Pointing to your lips, you pout. “Of course, how could I forget?” Mena laughs, leaning to kiss your lips. You kiss him back, hand playing with the curls that fall over the back of his neck. “I’ll forgive you this time.” You hum as you pull back, only to be brought back in for more.

He continues to shower you with love and affection for the rest of the day, kisses, massages, all of the above while making sure you stayed hydrated and fed. He washed away all your pain with ease and you couldn’t be happier to be on your period, as sad as it sounds. 

[poedamern]

Hey this might be a bit of a weird request, but can you do a mena x female hockey player (lol ik it’s kind of out there haha) it’s ok if you don’t want to. if you do tho idc what it’s about 💞

PAIRING: mena x female Reader / LENGTH: 990 / NOTE: i’m from australia and i’ve only ever seen ice hockey irl once and every other time was in original disney movies haha so i hope this does justice! although i know nothing, i do like the sport! (also i hope you meant ice hockey and not regular grass hockey, which i used to play growing up ok anyway). / DISCLAIMER: gif is not mine! / WARNINGS: sport!!!!, cursing, fluff, we love a clumsy mena. 

Hockey. Ice Hockey. Although Mena grew up in Toronto for most of his life, he had never ventured into actually playing the sport, at least not to the level of his partner. So when his current hockey enthusiast girlfriend rented out the ice rink for a few hours, just for them. Well– He was perplexed to say the least. “Did we really have to rent out the entire place?” Mena asks, teasingly as they walk with their hockey boots to the stands. “Of course! Aren’t you glad that I didn’t make you do all of this in front of other people?” Y/N smiles, obviously amused by it all as she takes a seat, taking off her sneakers and putting on the skates. She had a point but Mena worried with her eyes only on him that it would be more pressure. She was a pro after all. 

“Guess I have beginner nerves.” Mena admits with a laugh, doing the same as her, making sure the skates were tight but not too tight. “Here.” Y/N offers, extending her hand out. Mena takes it before he gets pulled up onto his feet. “This is an odd feeling.” He states, confused by it all. “Come on, we don’t have time to waste, there’s so much to teach you!” Y/N says excitedly, making her way to the rink, jumping on the ice like it was nothing, simple as walking. Mena made his way over, glad he wore protective gear for his joints, he just knew his body would be covered in bruises the next morning. He gets on the ice, hesitant at first before slowly skating towards Y/N. Y/N claps, teasing Mena yet again. “You made it! I’m so proud of you.” – “Oh shut up.” Mena laughs, tugging at Y/N’s scarf playfully. 

Mena and Y/N skate around the rink a few times as warm up before Y/N skates over and grabs a stick for Mena to use. “Here you go– oh and don’t forget this.” She leans over the barrier and pulls out a massive helmet. “And what exactly do you plan to do to me? Torture?” Mena jokes, though he lowkey worries about his safety. “Just some goal training, it’s easy! Just stand in the goal and try to stop the puck.” Mena blinks, staring at Y/N in disbelief. “This really is just fun to you? Seeing me suffer?” Mena says as he’s pushed over to one of the goals, his worries ignored only to be laughed at. Oh how he would get his revenge one day. 

“Don’t think too much, you’ll be safe.” Y/N reassures him, putting the helmet on his head. He groans at the fit, trying to straighten it out. “If I have to go to the hospital for this–” Mena is interrupted as Y/N lifts the cage of his helmet, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, warming his once cold face in seconds. He kisses back, enjoying the touch before Y/N pulls back and slams the cage shut, laughing. “Do you not trust me? Your own girlfriend? A hockey player?” She grabs a hold of his shirt, pulling him closer her, looking up at him. “Of course I trust you.” Mena states as he recovers from the shock of the helmet. “Just, go easy on me okay?” Y/N shakes his helmet playfully before skating into position. 

Y/N skates in a small circle, circling her puck collection. Mena watches carefully as she lines up her first shot. Whack! The puck goes flying through his legs, he barely moved. He’d seen her play in games, plenty of times, but it still shocked him to see her work her magic. She lines up another shot before he has time to prepare, this time it flies right past his arm. “Jesus christ, Y/N! What happened to going easy?” – “This is easy!” She yells back. This time she shoots straight for Mena’s legs, he tries his best to stop it, sliding his foot over but his whole body follows too, falling onto the ice. 

“Shit!” He curses, trying to get back up off the ice. Y/N laughs and skates over and tries to pull him up but his balance sets them both off. They fall into a heap, her on top of him, legs tangled, hockey sticks clacking together, Y/N hitting her head on his helmet. She laughs at the slight pain she feels, rubbing the spot. “Are you okay?” Mena asks, sitting up on his elbows– thank god for padding. “I should be asking you that.” Y/N teases. “Well, this is another reason having the ice rink to ourselves comes in handy. She makes herself comfortable on his lap, grabbing his hands so he sits up. “What? So you can be a total tease out in public as well?” Mena teases back, poking Y/N’s sides, causing her to squirm. “Hm, Maybe.” Y/N sing songs, pleased with herself. 

“Next time, we’re going to my gym and I’m making you do parkour stunts.” Y/N groans in protest. “You know I suck at stuff like that!” – “And you know I suck at this!” Mena laughs. Y/N sighs with a smile. “Fine, it’s a deal. Now stop complaining and stop one of my shots for once.” Y/N states, getting up from their spot, helping Mena up on his feet. What seemed like a million shots, ten confirmed bruises Mena felt developing on his skin and three hours later, they were spent. Spending the rest of their time at the ice rink cafe they ordered cheat food and hot chocolates to soothe the soul while watching others starting to enter the rink, people watching and judging others skills. Although it was painful, Mena had a good time, hoping in the future they’d be able to something like this again and soon.