F1 Imagines

Antonio Giovinazzi (1)

braid
/breɪd/
noun
noun: braid; plural noun: braids
a length of hair made up of three or more interlaced strands

Y/N - your name

I cuddle up in a blanket as I watch Stranger Things on the couch, hating the stupid rain outside. I really wanted to sit outside today and chill with Antonio, having a nice day out at the pool but God decided other wise. I sigh in annoyance as the next episode starts playing. "Hey princess." Antonio says as he walks down the steps. "Hey hun." I say as I smile over at him as he walks to the kitchen.

"Pasta for lunch?" He asks as I chuckle. "We had pasta last night." I say as he scoffs, "Y/N, I'm Italian, you know I eat pasta non-stop." He says as I chuckle, "I'm Italian too." I say as he points his finger at me, "Touché. Pizza?" He asks as I nod my head. He gets started on making pizza as I admire him from afar. Italians are beautiful, I mean look at me, but Antonio was an actual God. He could easily get a role in playing an Italian mafia if he wanted, like that actual god who played in 365 days (A/N - an actual daddy can I just say).

I look at his shiny hair, noticing he just washed it and blow dried it. "Alrighty! Pizza is in the oven." He says as he walks over to me and plonks himself down. "Your hair looks amazing, bubs." I say as he chuckles. "Can I play with it?" I ask as he raises his eyebrows at me, "By play with it, what do you mean?" He asks as I shrug, "Like run my fingers through it?" I ask more than make a statement as he shakes his head, "Fine, but don't mess it up." He says as I roll my eyes, "I have long hair too, don't you worry." I say as I pat the floor, motioning for him to sit on the floor.

He sighs as he sits down in front of me. He leans his head against my knees as I pull his hair and start playing with it. I go from just running my fingers through it, to braiding it. "What are you doing?" He asks as he raises his eyebrow, "Shh, calm down, I'm just braiding it." I say as I put one strand over the other. "Don't knot it." He says as I scoff, "Babe stop stressing." I say as I finish my braid and smile.

I start undoing the braid until they start knotting into each other. I look at Antonio to see that he hasn't noticed the sudden harsh tugging as I try and unknot his hair but to no success. "You knot it, didn't you?" He asks as I bite my lip. My silence is enough of an answer as he sighs, "Can you help me?" He asks as he stands up, "I have a spray that helps but I can't see the back of my head." He continues as I nod my head. I follow him to our bedroom and to our bathroom.

He digs in the cupboard until he pulls out a spray bottle. I grab it and start spraying it on his hair, "I'm sorry." I say as he stays silent. Out of nowhere, he starts laughing loudly. "You're too cute! It's okay, baby. It happens. My hair is like that." He says as I feel a little relieved. "I thought you were gonna be so mad." I say as he laughs, "I can never be mad at you. I mean, look at you, my little Italian bean." He says as I shoot him a glare in the mirror. He laughs at my action as I finally untangle his hair.

I take the brush and brush through his hair, making sure I throw the small amount of hair that fell out of his head away before he sees. He turns around before wrapping his arms around me, "I love you." He says as he presses his forehead against mine, "I love you too, pasta maniac." I say as he scoffs, "Leave me and my pasta obsession alone." He says as he pecks my cheek. He quickly puts his hair in a bun before he looks down at me. He presses his lips onto mine for a short but sweet kiss. I pull away and smile at him, "The pizza." I say calmly as he sighs, "Yeah, I best go get that." He says, but the fire alarm goes off as he finishes. I laugh at him as he dashes downstairs to pull the burnt pizza out the oven. Italian my ass.

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A short but sweet imagine for Antonio. Idk why I haven't written for him before, but now y'all have one. Stay safe lovies xx