Mitch-Downe

The new engineer, Ryan Nasci, who engineered the whole album, said, “I could call up my roommate, Mitch—I don’t think he’s doing anything.” They have a band together. So Mitch comes down, and the second he plugged in his guitar and started playing, Harry’s eyes just lit up and he was, like, “This is the guy.” Mind you, Mitch is an amazing guitar player, raised on jazz. He’s totally self-taught and he’s playing these riffs, just murdering it. He says, “Why not bring some drums on this?” Harry says, “Oh you play drums too?” And Mitch says, “Well, I’m a drummer”. His favorite drummer is [jazz great] Max Roach. He’s a savant. He had just moved to L.A. from Ohio; he’d never been in a recording studio before. He’d never heard of Harry Styles. He was a dishwasher in a pizza shop… Mitch is a real music lover who just wants to listen Harry Nilssonand Plastic Ono Band all day—he’s like a hipster who doesn’t know what a hipster is. He’s the sweetest, gentlest guy on earth. He and Harry just hit it off.
So Mitch comes down, and the second he plugged in his guitar and started playing, Harry’s eyes lit up and he was, like, “This is the guy.”
—  i am on FIRE
There was a guitarist who was supposed to come in and couldn’t make it. Ryan, who is an engineer in the studio, says I can see if Mitch can come down. He came in and he was just a monster. The second day he couldn’t come down because he had to do a shift in the pizza shop. The thing with Mitch is that something felt so new to me – he was someone else who had never done it before. He was working in a pizza shop and had never been in a studio. It felt like we had each other to walk out together. He was someone who had no preconceptions about me or who I was or anything and he’s a legend. Now he’s one of my closest friends.

I LOVE MITCH THEY’RE SO ADORABLE HARRY JUST WALKS UP TO HIM AND PUTS GLASSES ON HIS FACE AND THEN THEY JUST SIT AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER AND HARRY STRIPS DOWN WHEN MITCH IS KILLING A GUITAR BIT AND EVERYONE POINTS AT HARRY TO TRY AND MAKE MITCH LAUGH AND THEN HARRY GOT MITCH A HAND MADE GUITAR AND MITCH WAS LIKE “WELL I LOVED YOU BEFORE THIS” AND THEN HE GAVE HARRY A GUITAR AND SAID SOMETHING LIKE I NOTICED YOU PLAYED THIS ONE THE MOST AND THEN THEIR HUG WAS SO CUTE AND HARRY WAS TALKING ABOUT HOW NICE IT WAS TO HAVE SOMEONE THERE WHO WAS NEW TO IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AS WELL AND THEY’RE LIKE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN EVERY FRAME OH GOSH I LOVE THEM HE CLEARLY LOVES AND SUPPORTS HARRY SO MUCH

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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Just Watch pt 2

Auston Matthews x Reader

Team: Toronto Maple Leafs

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slight language, major cheese!

POV: Third Person

Summary: A sleepy and woozy (Y/n) leads to Auston confessing some things

NOTE: Here’s part one!


Originally posted by mttymrts

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It had been a couple of weeks after (Y/n)’s breakup, and nothing much had changed. She still went over to Mitch and Auston’s from time to time, still fought with the latter of the two boys, still cried a lot and still did everything she could to erase her memories of her past relationship. 

It wasn’t working though. 

No matter what she did, she didn’t feel right. Sleeping in her own bed was hard, instant feelings of regret washing over her whenever she got under the covers. The emptiness next to her, a constant reminder of what had happened. She was losing sleep as well as her mind. 

That’s when Marns asked her to spend a few nights, try and get some rest and try to relax. 

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Repressed Crush - Mitch Marner

Originally posted by phillymyers

Note: lol bois its been like 6 weeks since I’ve been productive, so sorry. But here’s the long awaited imagine, love yall. also pls enjoy my meme.

Mentions: Auston Matthews, JVR

Warnings: like idk man, rude mitch

Requested by Anonymous: Hey can you do an imagine where the reader and auston are best friends but the reader and marner act like they hate eachother but they actually love each other? Maybe they figure out that they love each other by auston teasing them that the reason they act like they hate each other is because they both secretly have a crush on each other? Maybe Marner kisses her to prove that there are no feeling but there actually is? idk if that makes sense but thank u :)            

Up Next: Man, who knows. Probably Jesse Puljujarvi

Teaser: “cOnGRaTUlaTe hIM oN tHe gOaL (Y/N).” Your mocking tone inspired the glare that your best friend sent to you, as a few of the surrounding Leafs chuckled.

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Another Mitjo fic!

It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)

SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university.  He and Mitch live in an apartment together.  Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???

A/N:  A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such.  I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???

Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense???  It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!

Anyways, happy Valentines Mitjo Day!!

@smokeplanet @mitjo  <3

Here’s uhhh, oh my god is this the title…

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Freddie Andersen- lost connections

Request:  I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write one with Freddie Anderson and like you knew him from when he played for the Ducks cause your one of the players little sister and you always got along and liked each other but lost touch when he went to to Toronto. Then you get into a ma/phd program at Toronto university and contact him so you’ll have a friend and like you end up together. Maybe some of the leafs in it too lol sorry it’s so long! I’ve just had this idea in my head 🙈

Author’s note: I was so excited about this but then my brain refused to let me write! lol. Anyways pretty sure I’ll be adding a part 2 to this…

Warnings: I think a few cuss words? Just assume that’s always a given with my writing. I cuss like a hockey player in real life too.

Up next:  Mikko Rantanen

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Title: Texts

Warnings: Arguing

Author’s Note:  Lemme know what ya think!

Word Count: 1,220


“This is so stupid!” you yelled across the bed; the only thing that separated you from your boiling mad boyfriend.

“Oh, so now I’m stupid?” he threw back.

“Damn it, Mitch! That’s not what I said.”  

You and Mitch had been in a shouting match for the past 20 minutes, over what, you weren’t exactly sure anymore. The two of you had just finished dinner when he started making vague accusations. In anger, you started throwing out passive-aggressive retorts which had led you to this point. Mitch picked your phone off the bedside table, throwing it angrily onto the mattress.

“Well, I find it stupid that you think it’s perfectly fine to message to your ex-boyfriend behind my back!” he shouted before storming out of the bedroom. 

For fuck’s sake. You pocketed the phone, following Mitch as he marched down the stairs. Before you could catch up to him, he had already grabbed his keys off the hook by the door and was out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. 

The truth was, you had replied to your ex’s message, but if Mitch had read the message, surely he couldn’t be mad? He knew there was no bad blood between you and your ex, that distance was the primary reason you had broken up. Since the relationship had ended on decent terms, you constantly made sure Mitch knew how much you loved him; how he was the only guy for you. You had Mitch had gotten in arguments before, but with his cheerful demeanor, he wasn’t able to stay mad for long and those blue eyes of his broke your steely resolve every time you wanted to hold your ground. You tried to distract yourself from the situation at hand; turning on a movie and finishing the dishes, but when the clock hit 9:00pm, Mitch’s absence began to worry you. 

(Y/N): Where are you? Are you okay?

Mitch: Wow, surprised you still care since you’re still talking to your “ex”. I knew you weren’t over him.

(Y/N): I am over him Mitch. It’s not what you think, just come home. We can talk about this.

Mitch: I have nothing else to say.

You sighed, realizing Mitch wouldn’t be coming home tonight. You stared at the television, not paying attention to what was happening on the screen; your mind replaying your argument. Just before midnight your phone glowed, Auston’s face popping onto the screen. 

“Hello?” you said nervously. You and Auston got along, but not well enough for him to call you up in the middle of the night. Fresh worries of Mitch flooded your mind. “Is Mitch with you? Is he okay?”

“Hey.” came the whispered voice of Auston. “Yeah, here’s here and he’s fine. Come pick up your boyfriend. He asked to stay the night, but he won’t shut the fuck up and I need to sleep.” 

“Why are you whispering?”

“He doesn’t know I’m calling you; something about bro code or whatever.” he sighed. “I’m not trying to get into the middle of whatever is happening between the two of you, I just want to sleep.” he muttered.

“Sure, I’ll be there in 10.” you responded, grabbing your keys and heading out the door. 

You arrived quickly, traffic light at this time of night. Knocking softly on Auston’s door he greeted you with a quick smile, motioning you to follow him into the apartment. He led you to the living room where Mitch was sitting on the couch. His arm was propped up on the armrest; his eyes red and staring angrily at the TV. You approached the couch quietly, sitting down beside him. 

He looked over, doing a double take when he realized it was you sitting beside him. “What the fuck?” he asked angrily, glancing between you and Auston, who was standing in the doorway. “How’d you find me?” he asked you, but his eyes were locked on Auston.

“Where else would you go?” you said, Mitch’s head turning to you. You Noticed Auston slip back to the kitchen. “You didn’t come home, you needed somewhere to crash.”

He rolled his eyes, accepting the excuse. “I really don’t want to do this right now.” he said shaking his head. “I’m still pissed. You said you were over him.”

“I am over him. Please, just read the messages, babe.” you said, opening the conversation and handing him your phone.

“I don’t need to read the messages.” he said, pushing your hands away. “I saw enough.”

“I would never try to hurt you.” you said desperately. “Everything will make sense once you’ve read the whole conversation.” you pleaded.

“So you didn’t message him once, there’s an entire conversation there?” he asked, his temper rising. “You may not have tried to hurt me, (Y/N), but you did.” he said shaking his head, not looking at you. He blinked hard, trying to keep from crying.

“I love you Mitch.” you said, trying to mask the anger now seeping back into your voice at his unwillingness to listen to you. “Please, it will all make sense if you just read the message. I love you.” you repeated, trying once again to hand him your phone.

Mitch’s head snapped back to look at you. “Bullshit!” he yelled. “If you loved me you wouldn’t be messaging other guys!” 

“God, would you please just lis—“

“READ THE FUCKING MESSAGES!” Auston screamed from the kitchen, startling both you and Mitch. 

Mitch glanced at you, his face set in a scowl; he grabbed your phone and punched in the password. He scrolled through the short conversation, his eyes wide.

Ex: Did you get the invite to Sarah’s wedding this summer?

(Y/N): Yeah, you going?

Ex: I am. Wondering if you needed a hot date? I hate flying solo.

(Y/N): Every event I go to, I always need a hot date.

(Y/N): But I have a permanent one now, he’s amazing. 

Ex: Ah, good for you. Well, if any of your single friends need a date, let me know.

(Y/N): Absolutely. Maybe I’ll see you at the wedding.

Ex: See you there!

“Oh.” Mitch said softly, handing your phone back to you as he slowly looked up at you. “When you got up to go to the bathroom all I saw was the hot date part.” he frowned, swallowing thickly. “I’m sorry.”

“Just ask me next time.” you said, pulling his hand out of his lap, holding it in your own. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Mitch.”

“I know you wouldn’t. I don’t know why I got so defensive.” he muttered, shaking his head. “Fuck, I screamed at you, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

“I yelled, too babe.”

“Forgive me?” he questioned.

“Only if you forgive me.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” he smiled, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Nope! Not here, not now.” Auston said sternly, appearing in the doorway. “(Y/N), thanks for coming to retrieve your mopey boyfriend. I’m glad everything worked out. I love you both.” he nodded curtly. “But I need to sleep and I will not tolerate you having sex on my couch. Out!” he said forcefully, pointing to the door.

You rolled your eyes, Mitch grabbed your hand and led you out of the apartment; happy to be going home, together.


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