Formula One Reader Insert

Mick Schumacher; A Warm Winter's Day.

okay so i cried at the race this sunday, i am so proud of mick :') he honestly deserves what he worked hard for, not just because of the legacy he is carrying. hearing him also say 'mama' after hearing corinna's radio message actually melted me

also carlos winning made me sob, i am glad everyone is okay, it is a relief to see alex and zhou looking well

ANYWAY this is christmas in july, i literally held off posting until july for this singular chapter

y/f/n = your full name

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A cold chill wandered its way through the timber house. The breeze arrived as a shock to (Y/N), who was warm and cosy up until the rude awakening of the fresh air, snuggled under the down duvet.  She shivered, trying to rewarm her chilly being by bundling more of the duvet under her sides to trap the heat, but to no avail.

After giving up, she rolled over, finding the space beside her unoccupied, the linen cool along the back of her hand as she slowly rolled over to look. (Y/N) wasn't ready to leave the duvet behind, her (H/C) hair settled in multiple directions, a couple small knots noticeable, so as she eventually slunk out of bed, she took the duvet with her. 

Mick had got up and done his daily workout routine, running hot and sweaty, just the way his girlfriend liked him, at least the warm part. The blond racer has his earbuds in, so his girlfriend decided she would make them both a 'healthy' breakfast, consisting of protein pancakes with some low-sugar Nutella equivalent and fruits. The duvet was graciously abandoned on the back of the sofa as she passed through, but Mick being as a sharp as a butter knife during earlier hours of the day, walked into the room without looking up from his phone, and walked into his girlfriend.

"Ow!" She shrieked, her hand knocking against the hot pan that was ahead of her, Mick swiftly paid attention after hearing the noise. 

"Oh my god, Schatzi!" Mick exclaimed in shock, running to grab a cold, damp cloth and pressing it against his beloved's hand. "Are you okay?" His ocean eyes roamed her face, arms, any uncovered skin, to check for other injuries, one hand resting against her cheek.

"Micki, I'm okay, it's just a slight burn, it'll pass in time." (Y/N) assured him, holding his hand through the rag and leaning into the touch to her face. "It's not the end of the world."

The German boy sighed, pressing a kiss to her head, gently inhaling the scent from her shampoo the night before, then peered over to look inside the offending pan. "(N/N)," he asked, leaning towards the pan, seeing a partly-cooked pancake in it. "Did-- Did you make us breakfast?" He asked, pulling back with a smile as bright as the snow that settled outside. 

"Well, yes. You've been away, working hard to support us, and deserve a treat, so I wanted to make protein pancakes with a choco-hazelnut and fruit..." Mick chucked upon hearing that, feeling honoured to be so loved. "Back to bed, missy, I'll do this, liebling."

(Y/N) pouted, but Mick wasn't going to have any of it, so she grabbed the duvet and returned to their room, hunkering down to battle the winter air once more. 

Mick soon enough returned, carrying two highly stacked pancake towers, with all the fixings, and two accompanying mugs of black tea. "Süsser, this looks delicious." (Y/N) exclaimed, sorting out the pillows and duvet for Mick to have comfort in his own bed. 

"Think of it as an apology, for that burn of yours. Dad always did this for Mum, especially after a race, so I want to do this for you." He confidently stated, pressing a kiss to the tip of her chilled nose, earning himself a giggle. Mick walked into the wardrobe, soon reappearing in grey joggers and an old Ferrari shirt of Michael's, climbing into the bed and doling out the pancake stacks and cutlery, (Y/N) had set up Disney+ in the space he was changing, and starting running the good-- animated Mulan film the moment they had started to settle.