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Sophie is elbow deep in some baby blue tulle when Teddy is rushing, glasses slightly crooked on her face and earphones tangled on her arm. Sophie looks up from her project, eyebrow raised at the young girl’s disarray.

“Are you okay?”

Teddy nods, her cheeks flushing pink as she lets the door shut behind her. “Yeah, just in a rush. Where’s Ellie?”

Sophie follows the girl’s gaze all the way to the empty playpen. A pang of guilt hits her in the chest and she shakes her head. “With Mick and Corinna. I have this dress to get through and it’s being picked up later today so…”

“Soph, are you sure you don’t need me to come in today?” Teddy frowns.

“I’m sure Teds,” Sophie smiles reassuringly, “please go enjoy your day off. I’ll be fine. Why are you here anyways?”

The young girl doesn’t put up a fuss, simply walking over to her work station and messing with the contents on top. “I just needed some of my sketches. I wanted to show my mom some of the stuff I’ve been working on.”

Sophie nods, eyes returning back to the blue fabric under her fingers. It isn’t long until Teddy is bidding adieu and running out of the shop in the same manner she came stumbling in. She isn’t sure how long she spent working on the dress. It wasn’t normal work that the shop took in, but it was a little girl’s birthday dress and she couldn’t in her right mind say no. So here she was, working on the final pieces of the skirt, before she held it up. It’s poofy, very reminiscent of the photo the mother had shown her two weeks prior. Sophie can’t help but wonder if Elise would want the same dress when she’s older. She thinks of whether or not she’d want blue or pink, maybe even green.

Sophie hangs the skirt of the dress up before she types furiously on her phone, asking Mick to send her a photo of Elise at that moment. There were very few days that Sophie would willingly leave her daughter with the Schumachers. Truth be told, if the project she has today wasn’t so meticulous she would have Ellie in her playpen by her side all day.

Her phone chimes, and Sophie can’t pick it up fast enough. Mick outdid himself, sending a photo of Ellie and Angie snuggled on the couch. Sophie can feel her heart soften in her chest, zooming into the little girl in the photo. Her “mini-me.” A couple of days have passed since her first birthday, and Sophie still can’t wrap her head around how much her baby has grown. She can feel the tears beginning to blur her vision and she forces herself to exit from the photo on her screen. She sends Mick a quick thank you and gets back to work.

The top of the dress was nearly done, just needing a zipper and some beading. But the beading must’ve been the most tedious part of the whole dress, not to mention the fact she had yet to put it on the skirt as well. She got to work weaving bead after bead, pulling thread and needle until her fingers were red and raw. She must’ve sat in that spot for at least an hour before she allowed herself another break. She leans back in her chair, massaging her right hand as she looks up and around her shop.

It’s small, quiet, with reams of fabric lining the walls. Behind her are stacks and rolls of multicolored thread and zippers. Buttons and lace trimmings are in piles behind the counter, still needing to be sorted through. And on her workstation, a photo of her and Elise just a couple of months after she was born. Corinna had taken the photo, she took a bunch that day on the beach. But this was her favorite. Elise was smiling widely as Sophie made a face at her. She can still clearly hear the loud laugh her daughter let out, all too clearly amused by her mother.

It was just past noon, and the dress was due in about three hours. She didn’t doubt that she could get the skirt done in time, the beading was minimal anyhow. But it was hard to find the motivation to continue, her mind now occupied by her daughter and how much she misses her. Sophie opens up her text thread from Mick, disappointed to find no updates about Elise or any photos. She clicks on his contact and FaceTimes him. It rings twice before Mick answers. The expression on his face says enough: Are you fucking serious?

“Soph, she’s fine!”

“I know. I know she’s fine. But I miss her.”

“I don’t get why I can’t hang out at the shop while I watch Ellie.”

“Because,” Sophie mumbles, fingers twisting a bead between her index and thumb, “I’ll get too distracted and want to do everything myself and then this dress will never get done.”

Mick sighs without another word, walking over and turning his camera to show Elise, fast asleep on the couch. Sophie coos softly, taking screenshots of the call. Mick indulges her for a couple more seconds before flipping his camera back to his face.

“See, she’s fine. She just went down for a nap. Now go get your work done so we can come over to hang out.”

“Fine fine, only because I miss you both so dearly. Please keep sending photos, I need them.” Sophie grins widely and Mick rolls his eyes.

“Alright Mama bear, get back to work.”

They say goodbye and just like that, Sophie is back to threading on tiny beads to the top half of the dress. By the time she was done with the entire outfit, her eyes were burning and her hands were sore fingertip to wrist. She slips a bag over the completed dress, hanging it up before slumping down on her chair. She groans softly, eyes falling shut as she tries to find a way to get comfortable in her seat. She never imagined that working with a needle and thread would cause so much pain, but alas here she was. Sophie felt pain throughout her entire body, it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

Her phone begins to ring and she answers the incoming facetime from her best friend. While she was fully expecting blonde hair and blue eyes, she was instead met with a mop of curls and the same baby blues that warms her heart. Elise is grinning widely, dimples indenting her cheeks, at the sight of her mother on the little screen. And just like that, all the pain she had been complaining about was gone.

“Hi baby,” Sophie greets softly. Elise babbles, as if trying to say hello back and it melts Sophie’s heart.

“We just wanted to call because Ellie wanted to show you that she’s eating her veggies.” Mick says, still out of view. The camera shakes and it isn’t much longer until there’s a loud thud and the screen goes black. There is a loud excitable shriek and quick footsteps that are heard on Sophie’s end, even Mick asking the baby why she would chuck his phone across the room, before she sees any form of movement on her screen.

She’s a giggling mess by the time Mick picks up his phone, relief washing over his face when he realizes that his screen isn’t cracked.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, both laughing at my expense,” Mick says to Elise as he bops her nose out of frame. He flips the camera, showing off Elise who is staring up at her Uncle, wide eyed and seemingly innocent, just a ghost of a smile on her face. “What I was gonna say is that she ate her veggies. Sweet potato and olives.”

“That’s good! I’m so proud of you Ellie,” Sophie coos, propping her phone up against her sewing machine. “I just finished the dress, I just have to go drop it off at the hotel in the city.”

“Want us to come with?” Mick asks, flipping the camera over for what feels like the hundredth time on the call.

“That’d be nice.” Sophie smiles, “Maybe you could drive too? Please”

Mick rolls his eyes at his best friend, who smiles and bats her lashes. “Since you asked so nicely.”

“You’re the best.”

“I know.”

“Shut up.”

Sophie laughs and lets him know to drive safely. She had thirty minutes before Mick would be there, so she began to tidy up. She opts to change into something more comfortable. Just another pair of leggings but this time, a cuter t-shirt, free of any food stains and holes. Thirty minutes on the dot, Mick’s white sedan is pulling up in front of the store. He stands at the driver door, waiting for Sophie as she carries the dress and her travel kit out before she locks up the shop, making sure to leave a “be back soon” note on the door.

Mick takes the dress and the kit from her, laying it gently in the trunk as Sophie walks to the back seat. She slides in right next to her daughter’s car seat, pressing kisses all over her daughter’s face. Elise shrieks in glee, her tiny hands quick to grab onto just about any part of her mother she can grasp onto. Sophie holds her tiny wrists gently, pressing kisses onto her palms.

“Please don’t make me play uber,” Mick pouts from the front seat, looking at Sophie expectantly.

Sophie shakes her head without looking up, rubbing the soft skin of Ellie’s cheek with her index finger. “I won’t. I just missed my baby. I’m coming up to the front.” Sophie presses one more kiss onto her forehead, before slipping out and moving into the passenger seat.

The drive is mostly filled with baby talk, the two adults trying to appease the fussy baby in the back. Elise was not a huge fan of being alone in the back, and so in between bits of conversation, Sophie would turn back to shake a rattle or a toy above her. When they arrive at the hotel, Mick takes her out while she handles the dress and other necessities.

“I’ll do a lap around the hotel, hopefully it’ll calm her down.” Mick mumbles. He leans forward, dipping Elise enough that Sophie can give her a quick kiss.

“Okay. I’ll text you when I’m done?”

“Yeah. Say bye Ellie,” Mick holds up the girl’s hand, shaking it in the air as Sophie walks away. Sophie blows one more kiss before quickly walking towards the ballroom of the hotel.

She can’t help but think about how life would be different if Elise’s father was in the picture, whoever he may be. Would she still be working under her apartment, having to pass her daughter off to her best friend’s family while she tries to make ends meet? Would he drive her out to the city when she’s too tired? Would he even love her enough to do that, beyond the fact she is the mother of their daughter?

She shudders at the thought.

The dress was a perfect fit, and the newly turned six-year-old was ecstatic. She felt just like Cinderella, and Sophie could’ve sobbed right then and there. She stayed a little while, just in case she needed to make any adjustments. But it seemed to be going perfectly, and by the time Sophie was walking out of the ballroom, the mother was chasing the little girl around trying to take the dress off her.

The hotel was busy for a Thursday, people swarming the hotel, running in and out restaurants and shops. She was used to the busy atmosphere of the city as a whole, with Kamari being one of many tourist destinations in Santorini. But just twenty minutes ago before walking in to drop off the dress, the hotel was much quieter than it currently was.

Sophie sends Mick a text, saying that she was done and on the way to the car. In response, he sends a photo of Elise, standing on the beach looking at something in her hand. Meet you in the lobby. Ellie has a gift for you :) x.

The lobby is loud, an overflow of different conversations playing at once. She can hear businessmen on the phone, mothers scolding their children, and laughter of all ages. But even in the sea of people, the influx of noises, there is one laugh in particular that makes her head shoot up and eyes scan the crowd. It’s a deep belly laugh, clearly pronounced ha ha ha as it fades out. It’s loud, joyful, downright musical, and it takes Sophie back to fond memories of red wine and fresh pasta.

And that’s when she sees it. Beyond the swarms of tourists and workers, she spots a mess of curls. She sees beautifully tan skin and a smile that lights up the room. She sees how wide his grin is, the dimples on his face, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he lets out another laugh. Sophie is frozen in place, feet stuck to the ground as stares at the man just forty feet away from her. He hadn’t seen her, probably didn’t even realize that there was a girl staring at him with her mouth agape, heart ready to jump out of her chest.

It was like a moment in the books, two people’s paths just on the verge of crossing. She could’ve walked up to him, called out his name, or done anything to get his attention. But fear filled her little fantasy bubble til it popped. She feels her hands begin to sweat, fingers trembling at the proximity. So close, yet still so far.

And just like in the books and movies, all things fiction, a glass breaks. The whole lobby comes to a standstill. Sophie’s head turns in the direction of the sound, seeing a little girl crying right next to a toppled over flower vase. Her father sweeps her off her feet, bouncing her to soothe her as he apologizes profusely to the hotel employee. She watches the interaction, her heart aching for the little girl as she cries.

Her phone chimes, signaling another text from Mick. Where are you?

Sophie turns away from the incident, eyes searching the crowd for a head of blonde hair and blue eyes. Instead, she looks directly into wide amber eyes. He’s looking at her. He’s fucking looking right at her.

Panic begins to boil in her gut as she frantically looks away. She can feel his eyes burning into the side of her head as she looks around for Mick. And in her peripheral, she sees him begin to take steps towards her, trying to weave through the moving crowd. Her feet move before her brain can process where she’s going. Sophie makes her way around the bustling crowd, ducking down and trying to escape his view.

“Soph!” Mick calls out for her at the other end of the lobby.

Relief floods her body as she walks towards her best friend, “Let’s go,” She mumbles as she nears him, whipping right past him and out the automatic doors.

Sophie is completely unaware of the Aussie behind her still trying to push past tourists and employees who all suddenly need his attention. He must’ve been stopped by at least three different people and by the time he reaches the edge of the crowd, he catches a glimpse of her long dark hair and a blonde man chasing after her.

Mick follows Sophie with Elise in his arms as he tries to keep up with her frantic pace. He watches as she pulls on the door handle of his locked car.

“Mick!”

“Christ okay, I still need to buckle Ellie in.” Mick pulls his keys out and unlock his car.

“No time. I’ll hold her, we need to leave.”

Sophie quickly takes Ellie from Mick’s hold, pressing her daughter firmly against her chest as she sits in the passenger seat. Mick stands at the passenger side, staring at her confused. He’d never seen her in such a panic, skin white as a ghost as she presses a kiss against the top of her daughter’s head. He notices the way her eyes watch the hotel entrance, fear laced in her stare.

“Sophie, what the fuck is going on? Is everything alright?”

“Mick please, we have to go. Now!” Sophie stares at him, but he doesn't move. “Mick!”

“Okay! Okay okay okay!” Mick shuts the passenger door, running over to the drivers side and quickly drives out of the lot.

Sophie squeezes her eyes shut, twisting Ellie’s curls around her index finger as her daughter rests her head against her chest. She wonders if the little girl can feel her heart racing underneath her chest, the way her mother is in a frenzy over seeing an ex… ex whatever he was. She wonders if Ellie thinks she’s insane.

Because Mick does.

“Pull over here,” Sophie finally says, “I’ll buckle Ellie in.”

The boy doesn't say anything, simply listening to the passenger’s instructions and pulling into an empty lot. Sophie gets out and puts Ellie back into her carseat, placing various toys in the girl’s lap before returning to her seat. Mick drives off in silence, unsure of what to say to ease the obvious tension in the car. He’d never seen Sophie act so erratically, never seen her in such a panic. Not even when he came rushing in when she thought she was having contractions once upon time, was she as panicked as she is at this very moment.

“Do you want to tell me what the fuck that was all about?” Mick finally asks as he pulls up to a red light.

“Don’t cuss around Ellie, she might pick it up,” Sophie scowls, looking back to see what her daughter is up to. She sees the top of the giraffe’s head swinging around before he turns back in her seat. “I saw someone… I don’t know, I just panicked.”

“Was it Pierre?”

“No, what? Why would you ask that?”

“Because Soph, I can’t think of anyone else that would elicit that kind of reaction for you. You basically sprinted out of that hotel lobby.”

Sophie can feel her cheeks heat up from embarrassment. She was finally on the come down from the moments prior, and now her mind is settled enough to comprehend that she might have overreacted in the slightest. But in fairness, the last person she thought she’d see was Daniel, especially after just seeing Pierre.

“I saw Daniel.” Sophie confesses, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

“Daniel?”

“The artist… The guy I met in Florence.”

“Oh baby daddy number two?”

Sophie cringes in her seat, swatting Mick’s arm gently. “Don’t call him that.”

Mick chuckles, making another turn. “I thought you liked Daniel. Why’d you run?”

Sophie did like Daniel. From the short time she spent with him, she would always remember him as someone she would always return to. Because with Daniel, everything felt east.

Her arms were sore. Five minutes of kneading pasta dough had Sophie’s arms on fire, but Daniel didn’t seem to falter.

“C’mon doll,” Daniel chuckled, folding the dough over itself. His muscles move as he does, and Sophie forces her jaw shut. “Five more minutes of kneading.”

She pouts, taking a bite out of her slice of bread. “My arms hurt.”

He smiles widely, shaking his head. “You got this, c’mon now.”

She sighs, pouting as she moves back to her spot by Daniel, hands massaging the dough while the man beside her tries to make small talk. He asked her about her dreams, her goals, he picked at her brain and Sophie let him. She was an open book, telling stories of past and future. It felt easy with him, easier than it was with anyone she’s ever met.

“So Sophie Rae–”

“I regret telling you that.” She interjects. Daniel laughs, taking their dough and putting it off to the side to rest. “What’s your middle name?”

“Mmmm, for me to know and for you to never find out.”

“I’ll find out somehow. I could ask Michael.”

“Michael is sworn to secrecy. He’ll never tell you.”

“I don’t know,” Sophie teased, sipping on her wine before setting her glass down and walking towards the kitchen, “I can be very persuasive.”

Before Sophie could call out for Michael, Daniel’s got his fingers around her wrists and is pulling her backwards. His hand goes to her waist, holding her flush against him while her hands rest on his chest.

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Sophie asks innocently. She didn’t mind the close proximity, the way his cologne seemed to suffocate her in the best way.

“Michael would fold immediately if you came waltzing in there looking like this.”

Sophie giggles, the kind that makes Daniel beam down at her like he’s accomplished the greatest feat in the world. There is a brief moment where everything seemed to stop. It was only a couple of seconds, from the outside looking in. But to them it didn’t feel that way. Time didn’t matter, not when they were so close to each other, drowning in the other’s aura.

“Come back to the kitchen!” Michael calls from the other room, bursting the little bubble that was around the pair. “Pasta is ready!”

Daniel releases Sophie from his hold, but neither of them move. But the air shifts, the chef in the next room’s expectations looming over them. Wait too long and he might come marching in and catch them so close to each other. It became awkward, but light. Just enough for the two to laugh. The laugh comes from deep in their gut, loud and obnoxious, with enunciated ha ha ha’s. So loud, Michael sticks his head into the main dining area in time to see them step back as they hold onto just about anything to avoid falling over.

Nothing could’ve even remotely been that funny. It must’ve been the wine or the awkward lull.

Or maybe it’s because being with Daniel made it easy.

But things aren’t as simple anymore.

“I panicked! I just…. I just saw Pierre a couple of days ago and now Daniel? What kind of sick twist of fate is that?” Sophie shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I don’t know if I want to ever speak to Daniel. I’d prefer to live off the memories we made in Florence.”

“Is it that, or do you not want him to eventually find out he could be Ellie’s dad?”

Sophie rolls her eyes. “He’s not Ellie’s dad.”

“You don’t know that.”

No, she doesn’t. She doesn’t know who Ellie’s dad is and that’s her problem. It’s been her problem for nearly two years, all thanks to her string of one night stands on her way to Kamari. Had she just kept her legs closed, then maybe she wouldn’t have run out in a panic. Maybe she would’ve walked up to Daniel today instead of running away with her tail between her legs.

“Are you going to avoid them forever?” Mick asks.

“It won’t be hard,” Sophie answers, “Pierre is only here for business, doubt he’d be here any longer than a month. Daniel is probably just traveling through. And lord only knows where Max is in the world. I’ll know some sort of peace eventually.”

“Just not now.”

Sophie looks at him like he’s crazy, with her brows furrowed and eyes wide. “Why would you say that?”

Mick’s car slows to a halt in front of Sophie’s Stitch as he flicks his chin towards his windshield. When Sophie looks up, she feels her heart drop into her stomach for the second time today.

The universe must be really out to get her.

NOTE : chapter 2 is here! i'm not gonna lie to you, this isn't my favorite chapter but its kind of necessary to set up the rest of the story. i hope you all enjoy this, and pls lmk what you think! i love reading all the comments/tags/asks from the new chapters hehe. u guys got any theories yet, even only with two chapters?

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f1notebook · 3 years ago

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hi! i just wanted to say that i love your blog, i love your posts, i think you're an amazing person and no one deserves such asks. i know it isn't always easy, but please ignore them. people who send hate and spend time sending such messages don't deserve attention. sending you lots of love and keep doing what you do! 🧡

some cute photos 💕

Hey love !

Thank you so much, and honestly, the Mick and Seb content (and Angie) ? Absolutely lovely !

But thank you, I really try to ignore it but honestly sometimes they just get to me, especially with things I struggled with before like suicide or sexual assault. So yeah, trying to keep my head up overall.

That been said, THANK YOU ! ❤️

#ask #lovely

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oldmyths · 7 years ago

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hiya drew, what are a couple bands/songs you'd recommend for someone interested in getting into classic rock? I hope you're having a great day

hey anon! this is an extremely loaded question! sdfjdfkgjd (and i’m really flattered you’re askin me, because, omg, it’s an honor)

(under a read more bc i talk too god damn much)

okay. lemme preface this by saying i barely scratch the surface when it comes to classic rock. in fact i just like the “popular” classic rock bands, because i’m a hipster loser (and i grew up on some of this stuff and don’t really have much of an interest venturing further but hey, who knows, maybe i’ll expand my spotify library in due time)

there are people on this website in the CR fandom who are so much better equipped to answer this, but u asked me, and i never really bothered to integrate into the cr fandom anyway because i feel like theyre all cooler than me and i just wanna sit down and listen to like, the same two albums on repeat, but anyway. to answer your question…

it really just depends on what genre you like. what kind of music you want to get into; i can sit here and tell you to listen to pink floyd and go on about their significance but i can’t make you Like them yknow?

so…..i’m just gonna list a few of my favorite songs by the most well-known classic rock bands because, like i said i just kind of barely scratch the surface on the classic rock format as a whole

as some of you may be aware, i am drew “beatlefucker” angelshane (thanks ana) and to get these bug boys out of the way, i’ll give u some song recs from the beatles! (early 1960s to 1970) (genres: rock, pop, psychedelia)

surely you’ve heard of them; if not, they caused a huge uproar across the world called beatlemania. think of like…tumblr, as a planet, and the beatles is the newest, hottest anime of the season, and everybody’s got a huge heart boner for them. because that’s basically what it was.

here are some of their songs that have been in my head for the past few days: drive my car (rubber soul, 1965); eleanor rigby (revolver, 1966); and if i fell (a hard day’s night, 1964)

revolver is the most recent album i’ve listened to, they have more but the next proper Album is sgt. pepper and that feels…like. so much. it’s a Huge Album, both content-wise and…history-wise? anyway, it’s very intimidating for me and i think i want to take my time with it before i rush in

i’m just gonna get led zeppelin (late 1960s to 1980, some reunions sprinkled here and there,) out of the way, now, too. (genres: hard rock, blues rock, folk rock, heavy metal)

let me just say right here: i hate jimmy page. as a person. and i honestly think most of his solos aren’t…that great. but for real, i won’t tolerate any of that ugly shithead on my blog and just because i like LZ doesn’t mean i condone any of the shit he did.

(you’ll notice a trend, especially in the older bands, that controversy is super common. u can’t..really get into classic rock without having to see the darker side of your faves. it sucks, nobody’s perfect, and i don’t agree with separating the artist from the art, but it does get hard to like certain music when you know the shit that happened with certain artists.)

Anyway! that being said, i truthfully only really listen to led zeppelin and led zeppelin ii. some physical graffiti but, eh. So, if you wanted to get into lz, you’re askin the wrong person, is what i’m saying jfkgsdj

here’s my song recs: good times bad times and dazed and confused (led zeppelin, 1968); whole lotta love and ramble on (led zeppelin ii, 1969); kashmir (physical graffiti, 1975)

and honestly the JP thing is why i don’t really listen to LZ much outside of their self titled and lz2. cos like. i just can’t.

QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN (1970s to…now? personally, if freddie mercury isn’t involved then..is it really queen) (genre: rock)

if you don’t know who queen is, you know who queen is. bohemian rhapsody? of course you know that song. everyone does.

but if you don’t then that’s perfectly ok too. it’s a good song imo. not their Best, but it’s good

i gotta be honest, i listen to singles mostly. i’ve got a lot on my proverbial plate and while i Love freddie mercury (bi king) sometimes i’m just. not in the headspace for queen. they’re good but a certain specific set of circumstances need to happen where i feel aligned with queen music enough to listen to it. also, freddie’s death makes me really sad and if i think about it too hard i’ll get depressed.

here’s my favorite queen songs!!!

brighton rock and killer queen (sheer heart attack, 1974); you’re my best friend (a night at the opera, 1975); somebody to love and GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY (a day at the races, 1976); TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU (made in heaven, 1996)

honestly..queen is so influential and inspiring and i fucking love freddie mercury so like. those are just a few of my favorites. i could honestly go on forever about it but let’s stop there

now let’s get away from the boys and talk about stevie nicks because she is my mother and i would die in her place given the chance. i love her. I Love Her.

but i mean you’d probably better begin at fleetwood mac (late 1960s to the mid 1990s; late 1990s to …now?) (genres: pop rock, soft rock, blues rock, art pop, british blues)

this is a band i don’t know much about. because there’s apparently so much to know about them, so much inter-band dynamic drama. from what i’ve skimmed. So Much Drama.

i…can’t provide any songs for you, because i dont listen to fleetwood mac and i need to fix this ASAP but i feel like the time isn’t right yet. is that dumb of me to think? probably, but i’m gonna stick by my guns.

you should listen to fleetwood mac and tell me what you think!!!

(yes i included a portion on stevie nicks without giving song recs because i’m awful: listen to edge of seventeen, bella donna, 1981)

okay back to smelly dudes cos that’s all the world fuckin cares about i guess

pink floyd!!! (mid 1960s to mid 1990s, mid 2000s, and early/mid 2010s) (genres: progrock, art rock, psychedelic rock)

i mean i love them but i’m just dipping my toes in the water here. i’ve barely listened to them, but from what i’ve heard they’re very good. VERY politically driven. i cannot stress this enough. they’re the good kind of politics i think though

you’ve most definitely seen the album art for the dark side of the moon. like, you just have. there’s probably no way you couldn’t have. (but if u haven’t thats fine)

here’s some tunes: money (tdsotm, 1973); the wall. just. the wall. if you love concept albums, here you go. listen to the wall.

that’s all i got. pathetic, i know, but i’m workin my way up i promise

here’s where we get into more familiar territory. ..having said that, i don’t really know much about the history of the rolling stones, but a good friend of mine Does and maybe i can pry info out of her. but i won’t bc she’s too cool 4 school and she’s really great

anyway, the rolling stones!!! (early 1960s to like. now i guess) (genres: rock, blues, blues rock, rock and roll)

woof. what can be said about them really. there’s…..almost too much to say. i love them a lot.

Okay when i get into bands, its in my DNA to listen from the very earliest recording i can find (usually on spotify nowadays) so i’ve been sslowly working my way past the baby pebbles albums (mostly covers) to their original work (fun fact did you know john and paul of beatles fame wrote their own music, and when mick and keith of stones fame found out it was In Fact That Easy they began to write their own music too? fascinating.)

ANYWAY here’s some stones songs: gimme shelter and you can’t always get what you want (let it bleed, 1969); angie (goats head soup, 1973); sympathy for the devil (beggars banquet, 1968)

again i am….Slowly inching my way up their discography. snails pace. i’ll get there. (u can ask glimmerkeith on tumblr for stones song recs, bc shes great and knows much more than i do and i would die for jenn)

now here’s a band…….that i’ve rediscovered pretty recently. try, last week.

AC/DC!!!!!!!! (early 1970s to now) (genres: hard rock, blues rock, rock and roll)

this is Very Much Your Dads™ Music. probably. most likely, anyway. but listen: i saw them in concert once and (while it probably…wasnt the best experience for me) i had a fucking Blast. very sad things happened in this band in the last few months.

not recent, but very important, in 1980 their lead singer bon scott died and everyone was sad. then brian johnson came out with his fuckin voice and everyone was like “ok sweet lets get back to rock n’ roll”

so this will be split by scott’s era and the johnson era (heh heh) And, because i’m familiar with this band, i’ll list the album in question and name a few songs off it instead of just naming songs. because yes.

scott:

T.N.T (1975); it’s a long way to the top (if you wanna rock ‘n’ roll); T.N.T; high voltage

dirty deeds done dirt cheap (1976); dirty deeds done dirt cheap (edit: i just realized how much i actually hate this album and only like that song so WHOOPS but i wanna keep the formatting so, yknow)

let there be rock (1977); let there be rock; whole lotta rosie

highway to hell (1979); highway to hell (it just felt really weird, making a reclist of songs by ac/dc and Not including this one)

johnson:

back in black (1980); HELLS BELLS; shoot to thrill; given the dog a bone; back in black; you shook me all night long

for those about to rock we salute you (1981); for those about to rock (we salute you)

the razors edge (1990); thunderstruck

making this list, it hit me how much of bon scott i actually Listen to when i listen to ac/dc dfkjghjdfksdsfj but uh yeah those. are good

AND NOW…FOR THE FUCKIN MOMENT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR

GUNS! AND! ROSES! (mid 1980s to NOW MOTHERFUCKERS!!! THEYRE BACK!!! well, touring at least) (genres: hard rock, heavy metal

arguably my favorite band. subjectively, my favorite classic rock band. objectively? they own a huuuge portion of my heart, and my ass.

so listen up: these two kids from indiana run away to california to get out of fucking indiana, because who wants to stay in indiana, (it’s more like, one gets out, and like a year later the other kid tries to find him in the big mean streets of L.A) and along the way they get shuffled in and out of bands together. they start bands, break up bands, the whole fuckin shebang.

and then a few chance miracles happen and suddenly guns n’ roses is formed in like 1985. my boys? those are my boys.

i’m gonna do what i did w ac/dc and bullet the albums and then i’m gonna talk about the albums because i got SHIT to SAY

appetite for destruction (1987); welcome to the jungle, out ta get me, paradise city, sweet child o’ mine, ROCKET QUEEN

all right so here’s the deal, it was very hard not picking every single song on the album because every single song on the album is fucking perfection. actual gold. there’s no flaws in this album. Nothing. everything is good and perfect and i’m not biased at all

did you know axl rose (one of the boys from indiana) recorded each line individually? so, he sang a line, and then stopped recording, and then started recording the next line because he wanted it to be perfect?

did you know appetite was originally a flop album but after this dude got the guys at MTV to play the music video for Jungle at like 5am, guns n’ roses BLEW THE FUCK UP. Everybody know about them practically overnight. it was surreal and really cool, apparently.

and did you know axl played the synthesizer in paradise city? that’s adorable. i fucking love him.

gn’r lies (1988); patience; used to love her

the first four tracks in this EP are from their very first EP ever recorded - it Sounds like it’s taken from a live show but they dubbed in the audience in post, to make it seem like they had huge crowds attending their shows when in reality that wasn’t the case. (their first ep was released in december 1986, they had loyal fans but the crowd wasn’t that rowdy until after appetite came out)

believe me when i tell you. don’t listen to one in a million. or like, do. but i’m not gonna fight anyone about this. it’s fucked up. i’m not defending axl at all and i actually struggled with liking guns after i listened to it.

but unfortunately here we are and i saw them in concert and i had to deal with some fuckhead in the row behind me and his friend who kept Shouting that they play the song, when nobody on stage could her them, and like. of course they wouldn’t play it today. fuck off man

use your illusion i (1991); right next door to hell; dust n’ bones; perfect crime; november rain; BAD APPLES; COMA

i tried to limit these to five songs an album but i fuckin can’t, anon. illusion1 is just so fucking perfect. i can’t choose between my children. pls forgive me

on dust n’ bones and double talkin’ jive is izzy stradlin doing vocals (the second indiana boy, the one who left indiana first) and he’s regarded as the most unnderrated member in gnr by like everybody. so much so that it’s almost…too much. but like basically he was addicted to drugs and everything and then he sobered up when everyone else in the band was still hooked and he was like “wtf i’m out” and axl was like noooo :(

use your illusion ii (1991); civil war; 14 years; GET IN THE RING; locomotive; estranged; you could be mine

UYI1 and 2 were released on the same day. can you imagine how fuckin wild that day was? gnr fans scrambled to their record stores by the hordes probably.

izzy does vocal work in 14 years and this album was his last contribution to the band

uhhhh this album is also fucking perfect but i get sad listening to it sometimes so i try not to? very emotionally driven work. but like, where UYI1 was mostly passionate and angry-ish based, UYI2 is much more contemplative and uhh. sad. i guess.

“the spaghetti incident?” (1993)

this is a cover album and also the last album to feature my love, my soul, my light, my heart, slash. also duff. i mean i love him probably almost just as much but, yeah. duff actually looks like my cousin’s dad so i can’t really…. um. i feel weird about talking about him kjdfgd

but SLASH my god what a perfect man. i love him more than almost everything.

hey fun fact in between UYI and TSI, guns n’ roses toured with metallica and that tour is when slash, In His Autobiography, said he “lost” axl. his word. he Lost axl.

axl rose is a whole fuckin…..topic for another time, and i’m not gonna get into my own bullshit here, but that’s basically the situation when you listen to TSI. the band is fractured and barely holding together. after TSI, slash and duff leave GNR and axl is the only original member from the band still in it

(of course that opens up a conversation of who was originally in guns n’ roses but that’s another discourse for another time)

CHINESE DEMOCRACY (2008); CHINESE DEMOCRACY; BETTER; THERE WAS A TIME; SORRY; MADAGASCAR; PROSTITUTE

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS. ALBUM. MORE THAN I COULD EVER EXPRESS. everyone says it’s “not gnr” of COURSE it isn’t gnr, when YOU think of GNR, you see slash. and like, i love slash? but he didn’t make the band. EVERYONE - axl, izzy, steven, duff, And slash made the band. after steven was kicked, gnr lost a huge part of what made them stand out, what made the band unique.

and like, fuck, i love dizzy. i love all of the new additions. but you cannot. fucking look me in the eyes and tell me you love UYI But you hate CD because it’s “not gnr”. like. fuck you man.

ugh anyway. i just gotta let y’all know my Stance on this. i love chinese democracy. i’ll defend this album with my fucking life. i was really…disappointed when, at my concert, i didn’t hear more CD but like i also saw slash in person (albeit, from far away, but we shared the same arena and that’s. more than i can handle)

i wanna get lyrics from prostitute tattooed on my body.

also like you can’t tell me better and sorry aren’t about slash sorry but that’s just the fuckin tea

Now, listen, this ask got away from me. i didn’t include…SO many bands because, like i said, i just scratch the surface of what classic rock is. my word isn’t law, ok? that bein said, i am always, ALWAYS down to talk about any of the bands here, and others!!! if i know of them. i’m always taking music/song recs, too.

thanks..for reading this stupid answer to your innocent ask sdfkjghsdf

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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We need more baby rora and seb content and let’s also not forget Angie

Oh, I just realised I didn't have Angie in my bee blurb

Tw: mentions a bee sting and allergy to it, veterinarians, pregnancy sickness

It wasn't often that you got to enjoy an afternoon like this. The temperature outside was just right for you to be able to have the floor to ceiling windows open in the living room, allowing you to rest on the sofa with your husband while your kids played outside.

"Is little one behaving well today?", he asked, his hand covering your bump and rubbing the area after he pushed the top you were wearing up to rest under your boobs, "yes, I've been feeling good. No more sickness and I can eat your mother's food again", you chuckled. For the last week, your taste buds had been all over the place, and one of your favourite Corinna's recipes was all you could think about, so she cooked it for you, but the moment the tray was set in your counter top, you were quick to go to the bathroom and throw up. "I'm sorry, seems little one isn't as fond of the food as I am", you pouted.

"All is well then, isn't it, little one? You're going to be a handful, I can tell", Mick mumbled, heating a shriek outside following Angie's bark, "Oh, no, the bee stung you!".

Remembering the time Sebastian was stung, and since he was allergic, you both got up as fast as possible, looking for the kids, "what happened?", you asked, seeing the kids looking at Angie, "Seb, where did it sting you?", Mick asked, looking at his son's arms and legs and looking for the red skin spot.

"It wasn't me, papa. It was Angie. She was palying with the bee and the she ate it!", Sebastian explained, making you kneel down and face the Australian Shepherd, looking at her snout for any clues of where it had stung her.

"Angie, I just want to see where you're hurt, okay?", you calmed her down, making her sit down and steady herself. Her mouth started to swell, and when you opened her mouth, you could see a distinct dot on her mouth, "Mick, can you call her veterinarian, please? I can see where she got stung", you said soflty, not wanting to alarm the kids.

While Mick explained to the veterinarian on the phone what had appended, Aurora and Sebastian sat on either side of Angie, petting her fur soflty, "is she in pain, mama?", Sebastian asked pouting, "I don't think so, my love. She seems a little uncomfortable maybe, right Angie?", you looked at her, seeing her snout a little bit more swollen than before.

"So, he said that it usually isn't a big concern, he just prescribed me and antihistamine for her and it's just to make her a little bit more comfortable and prevent further reactions. Otherwise, some ice and rest, and lots of cuddles too, should do the trick", he explained, grabbing his wallet and keys to go to the pharmacy.

Walking inside, you allowed Angie on the sofa while you went to the kitchen to get some ice and a towell to wrap it, "hey, Angie", you called, catching her attention as Aurora shuffled on the sofa so you could sit next to the dog, "it's going to be cold, but papa is also getting your meds, he should be here any minute now", you placed the ice on her snout.

When Mick arrived, you gave Angie the pills before she settled on the sofa, Aurora and Sebastian taking turns in holding the ice pack while you sat in the sofa too, "she kind of looks like Goofy", Aurora pointed out, earning an nod of agreement from her brother, "you'll be back to feeling good again, Angie", you little boy began, "But, please, if you ever feel hungry, you can come to me! You don't need to try to eat a bee. Plus, I even know where mama and papa keep your treats, I can always give you those", he said, petting the dog's fur.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years ago

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You're really here? (Mick Schumacher)

Busy bee Y/N manages to get her colleagues to get their work done quicker so she can travel to the race and surprise her boyfriend

Note: english is not my first language I added a little something so that it would have even bit more content, I hope it is okay!

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It was the final week of a triple header and Mick hadn't been able to come home with all the sponsorship events and meetings he had to attend to in the factory, so you resorted to videocalls in hopes of making you miss your partner a tiny bit less, "you know, Angie keeps looking at the door whenever someone walks in, and mom seems to think she's waiting for you", Mick said, "are they still keeping you for the meeting on Sunday?", he asked, a sad smile on his face. Sighing, you smiled at the dog's actions before replying "Yes, they still want to keep me for the meeting, and it's going to be really busy apparently, loads of things they want to discuss. I'm sorry, bubs", you looked at him, the expression on your face showing just how much you hated not being able to go and see the race on the garage. One day you were going to take over and decide that no such meetings should happen over the weekend, no matter how many days off they offered, you though to yourself. You knew that, if you were lucky enough, your team could get everything done by Saturday night and you would be able to fly out on Sunday morning but, not wanting to build Mick's hope up and then crash it all again, you stated the information as you knew it. "It's alright darling, it's your job. At least we get some days together, just me and you", he smiled at the prospect, Angie making her presence known as she jumped on Mick, "and you too Angie, all three of us", your boyfriend said as you all giggled. After talking a bit more about media day for Mick and what you had gotten up to at the office, waving at his mother, who had travelled to see the race, when she appeared on the screen, you bid eachother goodbye, knowing how Mick needed his rest for the next day.

The free practice sessions were over, and Mick was feeling pretty good about the car and its performance on the track, going over a few adjustments of the car before heading out of the paddock with his mother just as someone called for him, "Mick! Only now I'm catching you properly", Sebastian said as he greeted Corinna with a kiss on each cheek and then hugging the young driver, "No Y/N this weekend?", he asked. "She has meetings all weekend", Mick explained quickly. It was something that you appreciated about him, how he never wanted you to put your career or your job in the back so he could achieve his own, always supporting you in whatever your job entailed and being your biggest fan. "That is what you get when you have a strong independent woman on your side, hopefully I'll see her soon, the girls miss playing with her too!", Seb teased, knowing no one would take harm in his words given that, since he met the girl Mick had fallen head over heels for, he was happy that his friend had found someone so honest, kind and loving and that had no interest in his last name. Mentioning his kids before bidding them goodbye, Seb cycled away as Mick and Corinna got inside the car so they could drive to the hotel. "You know", Corinna started, "I know what it is to be at home while you watch the love of your life travel everywhere in the world for races, but Y/N is such an amazing woman that I always knew you two would be just fine, no matter what the world throws at you", she smiled at her son who smiled back to her briefly before keeping his eyes back on the road, "I know that the way it is hard for me to be away from her, it is also hard for her. But I also want her to know that she can br ger own person and achieve the amazing things I know she is capable of. Did she tell you that she got promoted again? It was the second time in a space of 10 months", he revealed, "she probably didn't tell you because she thinks people will think she's bragging but yeah, I never want her to feel like my career is more important than hers, or that she should be the only one making changes and sacrifices", he finished. Corinna could only smile at her son's words, knowing that herself and her husband, along with the rest of the family, had raised an attentive and considerate young man who had been lucky enough to have someone like you in his life.

"What if we get all of this done tonight? This looks like a 3 hours work and it's only 6pm, if we are quick enough we can even have a later dinner and we'll have tomorrow free", you tried to persuade your colleagues on the Saturday meeting. They changed looks between eachother as Anna spoke, "It would be pretty cool to have Sunday off, I could relax for once after this hellish week", and your hopes rose a bit, "Do you really think we can do this today?", the other asked, "Well, if all of us pair up and get on with different tasks I think we can, yes", you smiled while waving the papers. Everyone looked at eachother, really not wanting to have to go in the office on a Sunday, before they got up and paired up like you had suggested, yourself grabbing your own task and discussing with Anna how you were going to tackle it. Finishing it in the time frame you had set, you submitted it in the platform before deciding to go for a celebratory dinner. Arriving at a restaurant you and Mick usually get takeout from, you asked Anna if she could order for you while you went to make a phonecall outside, telling her the dish you wanted as you grabbed the tablet from your bag.

"Hello, my love", you said into your phone, "Am I bothering your rest?", you asked, nearly sure you were not but checking just in case, "Hello darling, no, no, I just got to my room from dinner. Had this really nice pasta that I know you'd love. How was your meeting?", he asked, "it was tiring, many things to go around and there's still stuff to do", you said, deciding you wanted to surprise him tomorrow, "I saw you got P9 in qualifying today, congratulations handsome, I'm so proud of you", you said, sad that you had missed the actual session but making a mental note to watch it later. "Yeah, felt pretty good in the car today actually, hopefully tomorrow we can hold on to it, maybe even get one or two positions up if we are lucky", your boyfriend replied over the phone, "I wish I could see it there, but I promise I'm going to be watching it on the TV, Haas t-shirt on and everything", you mentioned his royal blue t-shirt that you loved to steal, "you'll be the best supporter out there", you heard a faint smile before you spoke a little bit more, saying goodbye to eachother as you finished the call, your finger opening the messages app and texting Sabine, Mick's agent. As you asked her to call you when she had time, you grabbed your tablet so you could buy a plane ticket and, about ten minutes later Sabine called you, "You're coming to the race aren't you?", she said quietly after you heard shuffling on the other side of the call, "yes, but can you please not tell Mick? I want to surprise him this time", you explained, "Alright with me, I'm sure he'll be very happy to see you. So, how did you manage to do it?", Sabine spoke, "I may have pouted to get my way so we could finish the last few things so late in the day, but it also means no one is working on a Sunday, which I feel is quite nice too", you chuckled as you heard Sabine's fingers type on a screen, "I need you to get me a pass for tomorrow if that's possible, please. I already have my plane ticket", you said as she hummed on the other side, "I'm glad I have yours saved just in case otherwise someone might have taken it", she referred to the sponsors that were visiting the garage that weekend. Checking the details for the pass one last time, you thanked her again before heading inside.

"Someone is very happy", Anna smiled, knowing the main reason why you wanted a free Sunday, "I just miss him a lot and in all honesty, I have no idea why they wanted us to work on Sunday", you said as you mentioned the boss' idea, "dear, next time there is an opening, you should apply because thank to you we got some free time", one of your other colleagues raised his glass as the rest of the table toasted to it.

Thankfully, past Y/N has already packed a small bag with the essentials you needed if you were to be able to travel on Sunday to the race, making the daft o'clock time you had to get up at seem less harsh, even though your body still rushed at the prospect of hugging your boyfriend and your furbaby Angie.

Arriving at the airport, you got on the transport Sabine had arranged for you to get to the track. Thanking the lovely driver who wished you a good race and that you would indeed be able to surprise your boyfriend who was working there (never disclosing that he was a F1 driver), you made your way in, scanning your pass and being able to go pretty unnoticed despite the small luggage you were carrying.

Angie knew better than to run around in an environment like this so, when she saw you at the back of the garage greeting Sabine, the dog started to wave her paw at you, hoping you would finally see her and greet her, "Angie, hey, hey, calm down for a bit", Mick said gently as he watched the dog sit and wave her paw around, "She only does this when Y/N is around, what's going in with you, hm? You miss her too, don't you?", he said as he scratched her head while speaking to Gary. Since the first attempt failed, Angie decided to take matters into her paws, her snout bumping os his leg until he looked at her before she looked at you, "Y/N, you're really here?", he said as he saw your figure approaching, not quite believing it. Smiling all the way there, you hugged him as soon as you were able, feeling his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, "We managed to squeeze everything in last night's meeting, and Sabine helped me get here", you explained, looking into his blue eyes as he bent his neck to kiss you on the lips, not caring that the people he worked with were watching you and just enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. Everyone in the garage awe'd at the display of affection, Gary excusing himself as Mick returned to his usual shy self, hiding his blushed cheeks on your neck, "I missed you so much, schatz, thank you for coming here", he mumbled before he gave your neck some butterfly kisses, the tickles it caused making you nestle further into his body.

"I missed you both too, so much", you said, scratching Angie's ears as best as you could before noticing Corinna out the corner of your eye, "Y/N, dear, you're here!", she said as she hugged your, prying her son away from you, who unwillingly complied as he watched two of the most important women in his life, "you didn't know about this?", Mick asked his mum, "Sabine was the only one who knew", you said, grabbing his hand as Mick looked for his agent, mouthing her a thank you.

Already in his racesuit, Mick grabbed a pair of headphones for you so you could listen to him inside the car, placing them gently on your head before kissing you chastely, "this race is going to be for you beautiful", he said before putting on his balaclava and then his helmet, strutting out of the garage with a new confidence your presence had brought in him.

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years ago

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Family time (Mick Schumacher)

The Schumacher family spends the day in the park

Note: english is not my first language, here is some fluffy Mick content that I hope you like. I'm sorry for the delay but I'm trying to go through the requests and Mick is the one that I had the most so it's taken longer 🤍

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Angie had fallen in love with you from the get go, noticing how Mick was happy when you were around right from the beggining of your relationship. She was there for your wedding, a little bow on the back oh her neck as she sat proudly next to her favourite humans, only laying down when she figured you guys just weren't sitting for a bit and the ceremony was going to take a while longer, breathing out a long and loud breath that made everyone giggle, she was there when you found out you were pregnant, her snout trying to break the hug you and Mick shared as she felt left out from all the celebrations, receiving an enormous amount and cuddles of belly tubs while her humans cried happy tears. Later, your baby bump became her worry, taking it upon her stride to make sure that you were protected at all times (minus during Angie's naps and meal times because a dog protector also needs her rest, right?), following you everywhere, Corinna chuckling as she saw her enter the bathroom with you, "at least you know how it feels to not be able to use the toilet alone anymore right off the bat!".

When you walked in the house for the first time as a family of three, Angie ran to approach you, slowing down her pace on her own when she noticed the baby car seat Mick was holding, now softly getting near you as she smelled a new unknown scent from the car seat, "Angie, this is your little sister Aurora", you said as you sat down on the sofa slowly, your husband placing the car seat next to you as he urged the dog, "You can go and say hello, don't be shy", he said while she looked up at him before she sniffed the light sage coloured blanket, her snout nudging at it slowly as her senses became alert when the little baby made a noise, the two of you chuckling at ther reaction.

From that moment on it was always Aurora and Angie, where one of them was the other could be found around, much like right now, "Have you seen Angie?", you asked your husband on the sofa, "She walked in Rora's room when I put her down for her nap", he said, making you check the room upstairs so see the dog sleeping on the floor of your daughter's bed foot, coming back downstairs once you checked Aurora was sleeping well after a troubled night, hoping the nap would help her recover some of the sleep she lost, "she was there right?", he asked as he opened his arms, ready to engulf you for some mama and papa alone time, "yes, I swear those two are always together, it's the cutest thing", you said, cuddling his embrace while he pressed a kissed on the top of your head. Noticing the sunny late morning that was showing through the windows, Mick spoke up, "Why don't we go to the park today? It's a lovely sunny day and there seems to be a light breeze", wanting to spend some family time with his girls out of the house, "it's a good idea, when they wake up we can get the backpack ready and we'll go", you smiled back.

Hearing footsteps in Aurora's room, Mick went to get her while you packed snacks and water in the backpack, "you're awake little love, did you have a nice sleep?", he asked as he watched Aurora sitting on the floor and scratching Angie's belly, "yes, me and Angie are playing together!", she beamed, "And how about we all go spend the day in the park?", he suggested, the little girl excitedly getting up so Mick could help her out of the pyjamas she was wearing.

Coming down the stairs, you let Angie outside for a bit so the drive to the park would go without trouble, hearing your husband and daughter reach the kitchen area too, "Mama, we are going to the park!", she announced as she run into your legs, you taking the opportunity to pick her up and kiss her cheek, "we are? That's amazing, we're going to have so much fun!", you acted surprised as Angie got back inside, putting your little girl down so you could finish getting ready to leave the house, "do you need to use the toilet, Aurora?", you asked as you grabbed her shoes, "already did, mama", she said as she sat at the bottom step so she could put her trainers on with your help while Mick grabbed the backpack, then grabbing your trainers to get them on your feet, "We are all matching!", Aurora said as she noticed everyone had black shoes on before she looked at Angie, "you have white on your paws, but that's okay Angie, c'mon", she told her, petting her head as the four of you made you way to the car, you shaking your head at you little girl's comment while giggling along with your husband.

Grabbing some takeout food from the caffe at the park entrance so you could have lunch, you made your way over to the kids area of the park, laying the picnic blanket under one of the big trees so you could be in the shade while having lunch, the swings and slides neat too as you knew Aurora would want to go on at some point. Angie was a very calm dog and had been to that park almost as many times as you had so you felt comfortable just letting her hang around and, besides, as the food was spread around, you highly doubted she would want to go anywhere else, sitting next to you and getting a few treats while you ate, "Do you want some, papa?", Aurora offered some of her bread, "I have mine here, darling, thank you though", he said as he kissed her cheek.

You had finished eating, Aurora going to pick some flowers near the blanket while you and Mick tidied from the meal, always keeping an eye on Angie and your daughter, "Mama, can we make a flower crown?", she called for you, getting to pick the flowers once you gave her a thumbs up. For about an hour, Angie laid her head on Mick's shins while the three of you made flower crowns and bracelets, carefully threading the stems after splitting them as they started coming along with many "papa, no. Mama is saying to do this way" and "mama, help me please" thrown in the mixture. Deciding his bigger fingers were not fiddly enough for the delicate job, despite his acquired fine motor skills from working with the buttons on his steering wheel, your husband moved to make a grass ring for you, the green pieces easier to manage, "look papa, this bracelet is for you!", Aurora announced as she handed the white and yellow flower bracelet she had helped make for him, "it's so pretty, my love, thank you!", he said as he opened his arms so he could hug his daughter and press kisses to her cheeks, the sweet giggles coming from your little girl's mouth warming up your heart. Looking at the flower crown on your head, Mick's bracelet and the smaller version she had her wrist, Aurora grabbed the last flowers that were left and attached them to Angie's collar, "Now we are all matching!", she said before she got up, running her hands on her t-shirt to get any flower remnants away, "Can I go on the swing, please?", prompting you to straighten your back and start to get up, "Okay, let me help you", but she stopped you, "I can do it on my own mama!", she said enthusiastically as she went to sit on the swing carefully like you had taught and explained her to many times before, a small tear collecting on your eye as you looked at Mick, going back to your position of laying your back on his chest, "seems like yesterday I had to help her go down the step from the kitchen to the garden decking and now she is swinging all by herself", you whispered as you both watched Aurora and Angie, who had joined her, sitting next to the swing. Parenthood was full on unknown things and fears, but it was also full of little achievements and cute moments you'd trade nothing for.

Mick grabbed your hand in his as he placed the ring he made with grass on your ring finger, right next to your wedding band and engagement ring, prompting you to stretch your arm so you could see it, "Oh, look how pretty! Didn't know you could do these!", you said as you turned your neck so you could kiss him on the lips, "I have many talents, schatz", he said once you stopped the kiss when you heard Angie's bark, looking over to see the dog running around your daughter who was going after a butterfly, "Mama! Papa! It's a yellow butterfly, look!", she pointed before it flew away, making her sit down, "Here, darling, have some water", Mick grabbed a water bottle for her to drink from as she sat in between your legs that were in between Mick's, "I love this day", Aurora said flipping herself so she could see both your faces, "I love you mama, I love you papa", she said as she pressed kisses on both of your faces before snuggling on your chest, Angie sitting right next to you as you enjoyed the family time.

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I care about being with you (Mick Schumacher)

Mick just wanted you to have a special night but he soon figured out that all that you needed was eachother

Note: english is not my first language, here is some fluffy Mick content that I hope you like. I'm trying to go through the requests and Mick is the chose for some of them so you'll read about his cutie a few more times 🤍

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm going to have to leave work a little later. I can meet you where you wanted to take me", you apologised as you looked at the new file that just came in that needed some urgent tending to, "No worries, darling. Do you have an idea of when you'll be ready?", your boyfriend softly asked, "in about an hour so... around 35 minutes after the time we originally scheduled", you cringed, really hating to not be on time and not keeping your promises, saying your goodbyes and you cracked on with work.

As you were leaving the building, you looked for Mick's car, noticing it when your handsome boyfriend was looking in the boot for something before he noticed you, "Hello gorgeous, how was your day?", he said as he presented you with a bunch of flowers, "Oh Mick, you didn't have to! Thank you, thank you, thank you!", you beamed as you kissed him repeatedly, the few people on the street granting you both the security for such displays of affection, "Thought I'd treat you since you were working late", he said as he opened the passenger door for you, "but you already had planned a date for us, which you have told me nothing about by the way, and you still gift me these, you really are the best, thank you for waiting for me", you said as you kissed his lips one last time before he closed to door so he could hop in the driver's seat and drive through the streets. "It's a surprise for you, for us really. I know we haven't been spending much time together with the triple header and all", he explained while his hand went over the gearshift and landed on your suit cladded thigh, squeezing it as you placed you hand on top of his, "You know we don't need anything special, or a surprise for that matter", you reasoned, all while still feeling incredibly giddy at his efforts, "but I like treating you". Mirroring his smile, you asked "and are you going to tell me where we are heading?" when you noticed he was looking for a parking place, not recognising this part of the city that well, "we have to walk a bit it seems, but I'll show you when we get there", he said as he seamlessly parallel parked his car, checking everything before you two headed out. The chillier night prompted you to hug your boyfriend by his waist, the warmth he was providing comforting and relaxing your muscles immediately, "and then Angie just jumped, she must've not heard me because she was so scared when it dropped", Mick told you about how the Australian Shepherd got scared by a pillow that fell on the floor, "My poor baby, bless her", you cooed, imagining her movements in your head as you finished the ten minute walk, Mick stopping in front of a bookshop, "this is a new shop and I thought you might like to visit it, I was here the other day and it reminded me of you", he said, blushing as you looked in awe at him, "I love it! And I love you, thank you!", you squealed, standing on the tip of your toes to kiss his pink lips, grabbing his arm as you hurried, "C'mon, let's see inside!", the driver chuckling at your excitement.

"Look, I've been wanting to read this one for the longest time! And it's the pretty cover I like too!", you said as you took a copy for yourself before Mick tried to snatch it from your hand, "you're not paying for this, I'm not letting you", you said seriously and Mick knew better than to argue with you despite wanting to treat you a little bit more. You were showing Mick a book you thought he would enjoy reading when the power in the book shop went out, and after waiting for a bit, one of the employees came to tell you that there had been an electrical issue that they couldn't fix right away, telling you that unfortunately you had to come another day since the sales system was not working either, apoligising for the inconvenience.

While you and Mick headed back to his car, "Well, that was unfortunate", he said, "If I hadn't left work that late we could have come earlier and that wouldn't have happened", you frowned as your boyfriend was quick to touch your cheek, "none of that, it could have happened any other time, now it just means that we can go and get food at that restaurant we really like!", he revealed the next part of the date, "the one with the pasta dish?", you wondered, doing a little happy dance once he nodded.

Parking in front of the restaurant, Mick got out of the car quickly so he could open your door for you, "thank you mister", you said as you clasped his hand in yours, heading to the front door while you thought the restaurant was quieter than usual and realising that maybe the weekday was the reason behind it, heading to the door only to realise it was closed, "what do you mean it's their day off? I booked a table", Mick mumbled as he grabbed his phone, checking the app where he had made the reservation, you looking at the screen too, "Mick, my love, today is the twentieth, not the twenty-first", you pointed out to him with your nail on the phonescreen, the reservation dating the next day, "I can't believe that", he groaned, "hey, at least dinner for tomorrow is sorted", you smiled as you kissed his cheek.

Heading back to the car, you sat inside as you thought of what to do, noticing a pizza place just across the road, a couple leaving the shop with a pizza box, "How about we go and get one? And then we can eat here, it'll be more private", you suggested, seeing a small smile apper on his face. You only had to wait for 20 minutes before the waiter brought your pizza in a box for you, paying him and wishing him a goodnight before Mick and you headed back to his car, the box placed on the arm rest over the center console as you both ate your slices while talking about random subjects that came up, "today's date took an interesting turn, first the power issue, then I book the wrong date, I'm sorry schatz, I just wanted to get this really nice evening for you", he apologised and you had to stop him right there, "Mick, love, handsome, man of my dreams", you said as you tried to make him cease his ramble, "I couldn't care less that we're eating pizza in the car, I care about being with you and spending time with you, I don't care where", you said as you wiped your hands on the wipes you kept in your purse o you could cup Mick's cheek, your thumb rubbing on his smooth skin before you kissed his lips, a groan leaving his throat as you came up for air, the smirk on his face guaranteeing you of a good night ahead.

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