mitch clothes

ferelder  asked:

34, 44, 54, 170, 180, 182 for Mitch/Astaarit (you can pick any combination, i don't care honestly) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thank you so much for the prompt!! (There’s a smut prompt on its way…)

  1.   Mitch/Astaarit
  2.   44
  3.   “I’m going to keep you safe”
  4.    Fluff

Astaarit awoke to a sharp hiss of pain and sudden movement, jerking the sheet that was over her. She jolted into a sitting position, hand scrabbling under her pillow and coming up empty of the dagger that should’ve been there. She clawed her heart out of her throat, banishing the belligerent plans of defence that sprung into her mind; she wasn’t being attacked, nor had she been kidnapped. The viddathari forced herself to relax her muscles – she was in Mitch’s tent. The clothes strewn haphazardly, the distinct forest-like musk

“Sorry.” Mitch’s voice filled the thin mountain air, thick with lethargy and something Astaarit wasn’t sure of. “Didn’t mean to wake you, love.”

The habit of calling someone “love” was not an uncommon one, Astaarit knew, amongst Fereldens, but it was still…strange to experience it first-hand. She peered down at him where he lay, tracing the borders between the dawn’s soft light and shadows dancing on his features, battling for dominance with the slightest movement. One hand was clasped over his eyes, pinching his temples. She shifted onto her side, closer, and he pried his fingers away some and revealed that he was squinting. Even in the dark, they shone, aureate – how couldn’t she have known there was more to him? The thought wasn’t the first of its kind to arise in recent memory.

“It is of no consequence,” she murmured, finding the urge to smile tugging at one corner of her lips. Astaarit furrowed her brow, searching for her answer as she asked the question. “What’s wrong?”

He fell silent and avoided her gaze, swallowing – Astaarit suspected his mouth had gone dry. “The, erm…in my head, you know? Sometimes it’s a bit much. Can’t explain it properly if I tried, sorry.”

“You must stop apologising, Mitch. But, is there anything I can do?” she said and took his hand, removing it from his face and smoothing circles into its back. “All you have to do is ask.”

Mitch’s expression lightened as he snorted, humour lifting the semblance of a grimace that had settled there before. Astaarit tensed for a second when he reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, but if Mitch had picked up on it, he didn’t show it. She relaxed once she recognised the familiarity of his fingers on her skin as he cupped her cheek.

“I know, Asta. I…I know. Huh…that’s weird.”

“That I care? Why thank you.”

“What- no! Maker, I mean that I don’t really know how this goes? The whole ‘let me take care of you’ thing; never gotten that from the people I’ve known before. I’m not making much sense, am I? Head’s all…cottony.”

Astaarit tutted, admiring how animated he could remain, despite the bags under his eyes and the untamed mop of his hair. She tilted her forehead and was pleased when Mitch followed suit, breathing in unison.

“I just want to know what’s going on in your head, what’s hurting you.”

“Wouldn’t want that for you, love – not for anyone. They say some, uh…unsavoury things.” He chuckled, in spite of himself. “Not that I’m saying you can’t handle mean comments – I’m just a delicate flower, me.”

“You’re right about that, but if I could lift that weight off your shoulders, you know that I would, right?”

“Asta, I don’t want- “

“No. I would. Without a doubt, I would do what I could to relieve you of this hurt. And I will, Mitchell, I will.”

The Ferelden blinked at her, lips twisting. One of his arm curled around her, pulling her close, prompting Astaarit doing the same to him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, lips lingering, leaving a warm flush on her skin in his wake. Astaarit’s face burned, but it wasn’t with the flames of fury, or the heat of battle. Her heart clenched as she considered what it could be, unsure of what she wanted it to be, as she turned her back to him, pulling his arms tightly around her.

“I’m going to keep you safe,” she whispered and heard him exhale. “This will not take you from me, kadan.”

Kadan. Her eyes widened as she realised what she had said, but the steady rhythm of Mitch’s breathing, the lack of a response – he was asleep. He hadn’t heard her. Panic spluttered out of existence, but her mind wandered: what if he hadn’t been? She settled into a relatively calm state, but her mind explored the possibilities far too fervently to allow sleep to return easily.

I should let him in.

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every mitch outfit: ptxperience edition (part one) // (part two)

You’ve Lost Your Mind - William Nylander

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

I don’t think I’ve ever proclaimed my love for Willy but I do!  He’s the cutest little human!  He could probably run me over with a truck and I’d be chill with it! Anyways, this is definitely the longest I’ve ever written and I got carried away but I hope you enjoy it! Much love pals! <3

Word count: 1727

Warnings: some smut, swearing, mention of drinking

Request: “Hiiii! Ok so I love your imagines and you like Willy too so you’re awesome. I was wondering if you could do a #2 “Have you lost your damn mind” with William Nylander? Like maybe (y/n) is one of the athletic trainers so the guys are used to seeing her in athletic stuff so when they all go to a club the boys are blown away by how good she looks, especially Willy. And they dance and get all flirty and maybe a bit smutty??? I know you’re busy so do my imagine (if u want) whenever you get a chance!” - @pookie-cleary

Prompt: “Have you lost your damn mind?”

Up next: Tyler Seguin

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“You’re coming out tonight right Y/N??” Mitch Marner asked as the boys all filed out of the dressing room.  The Leafs had won a pretty crucial game so everyone was going out to celebrate.  You were an athletic trainer for the team and it resulted in you becoming friends with all they players.

“Maybeee” you pondered.

“Oh come on!  You have to!”  Auston Matthews exclaimed, “you’re done school and everything so you have no excuses!”

“But I’ll be so tired!” you whined, slipping on your Leafs athletic jacket.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” the small group of boys started to chant.

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@smokeplanet‘s child Mitch from her amazing @longexposurecomic (seriously, read it, like now). I decided to do that super clichè thing of exchanging outfits in a couple/ship so here’s Mitch in Jo’s clothes/style. I REGRET NOTHING this was so much fun to draw :D

P.s I have a crush on Javier, we share the same name so it is obviously destiny 

Assassin: Chapter Four (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. But it’s here now, and that’s all that matters. Wrong Loves My Company is next for sure ! Love guys and thank you for always being amazing.

Warnings: Smut (;

Word Count: 3717

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

Originally posted by freemusic979


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Mitch Marner (Personal for Cade)

Originally posted by boringmarner

The night had started with your trying to relax in the bathtube, than having your goofy boyfriend splashing water everywhere.

You had just placed your body into the hot water, feeling better after the day you had. You turned on some music, then leaned back closing your eyes. You were in such a relaxed state that you never heard Mitch come home. Nor, did you hear his cries for you.

“Cadeeee. Cade!! Where are you I need cuddles.” Mitch pouted as he walked upstairs and  into your main bathroom. He couldn’t help but smile at the site of you. You looked so peaceful. Mitch peeled his clothes off, softly before jumping in the tub.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You screamed, not understanding the movement. As you opened your eyes you were face to face with your grinning boyfriend.

“Hi.” He waved as he mimicked your movements from before.  

You watched him places his head back and closed his eyes. He was wearing the biggest smile as he peeked down at you.

“What?” He smiled. “I’m trying to relax.” He joked as he rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to kill you.” You said trying to be mad, but failing as you kept your eyes on your boyfriend.

“Nooooo you’re not. I’m too cute!”

“Not when you disturbed my bathtime AND get water all over the floor.” You huffed as you looked to the floor to see a good size puddle.

“But…I woveee you.” He pouted as he batted his eyelashes at you and grabbed your naked body to bring in for a hug.

You just rolled your eyes as you hugged him back. You then placed a kiss to his cheek before getting up.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Mitch asked as you got out from the tub and wrapped a towel from you. “I want cuddles!!!” He whined.

“And I want my bathroom to not be a mess.”

“If I clean it, THEN can I get cuddles?”

“Fine.” You huffed with a smile.
“YAYYYY. YOU DO LOVE ME!!”

-Julianne

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if u wanna look like Mitch u need this the Saint Laurent Striped Roll-Neck Sweater ($890), Vetements High Waisted Jeans ($1184), Vetements Double Breasted Trench Coat ($2790), Vetements Stars Leather Platform Boots ($2450) and 7314 fucking dollars.       

Mitch’s Clothes

Okay so I’m looking @ refs of Mitch for drawing and I can’t help but feel bad for him about his clothes. They’re referred to as “old” and “nasty” and yeah I totally get the nasty part, but old? How old? Like 3 yrs old? Middle school old? 

All the shirts he’s worn so far are tattered (probs from years of fighting and wear). They’re covered in stains. 

And yeah I know he’s canonically 6′4″ but jesus fckning crackers none of his shirts cover his midriff completely. So this makes me think that his shirts could be from before his growth spurt. (But on a side note in the ref he wears different pairs of underwear so at least he’s not lacking those asdfghj could you imagine??)

He only has one pair of jeans. And from the above panel, despite his jeans already being torn in multiple places you’d think he’s consciously trying to take care of them bc of how distressed he gets from getting a new scratch. 

And on top of that he owns one (1) jean vest and one (1) jacket. 

Now, who’s going to start a gofundme for Mitch so he can get some new clothes???

anonymous asked:

Okay you remember the scene from behind the album where Harry started taking off his clothes when Mitch played the guitar? Imagine him being like that when he sees you in the shower and you ask him if he wants to join you.

HEY THIS IS SO HURTFUL

True Colors

I have been silent about this for a very long time. I have seen all these incidents and yet they have always been brushed off and forgotten about. Well for me, it’s a big deal. I can’t sit here and see people say things that aren’t true and expect it to be okay. What I am talking about are judgmental fans talking about Mitch Grassi.

So when I got into the fandom, I made it a point to learn about each person in Pentatonix. What I learned about the beautiful tenor, is that he has a loving heart and a loyalty unlike any other. And yet…..people seem to love to say such negative things about her. If you truly loved Mitch you wouldn’t say some of the things I’ve read and heard.

The reason I am so pissed is because Mitch has anxiety. And we don’t know what could trigger him. We don’t know what could cause Mitch to go into a full blow anxiety attack. I care about Mitch’s health and happiness, so that’s why this needs to be addressed. 

I have noticed that Mitch is considered (obviously) the best singer of the band and that many say she is their favorite of the band. Except it isn’t really like that now is it? Throughout Superfruit, the documentary, and the PentaParent Panel at PentaCon we have learned how shy and uncomfortable Mitch was with himself growing up and how she takes things personal. And that Mitch is very in her head and guarded with his feelings. Now how does this translate to this rant? Well here’s how.

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mavi shopping date

but like cAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MITCH AND AVI’S SHOPPING DATE WOULD BE LIKE.
JUST IMAGINE MITCH PICKING SOME CLOTHES FOR AVI, SAYING SOMETHING LIKE “OOOH, THESE WILL LOOK GOOD ON YOU AVI! LIKE THIS COLOR SUITS YOU PERFECTLY!”
AND THEN AVI’S JUST THERE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT HE’S SAYING BUT JUST SMILING AND NODDING ALONG BC HE’S SO HAPPY TO BE SPENDING TIME WITH MITCH