F1 Imagines/Smuts (mostly Smut)

Bad Days (AntoGio)

I am fREAKING OUT, I'M FIRST IN THE #AntonioGiovinazzi Hashtag!!!

Update: Wellll... Used to be

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  It was race day as per usual, Antonio was feeling anxious and all I could do was massage his shoulder and tell him words of encouragement as the start of the race was nearing.

  It all felt very new to him, Formula 1 is different, it's harder, nerve-racking, pressuring, intense and dangerous, not that other motorsport levels and types aren't hard but F1 is different.

  Having moved on from Formula 2, Antonio felt ready to conquer the world of Formula 1. But it isn't easy, Alfa Romeo isn't the best out there nor the worst but it is a good stepping stone for champions in the making, or basically any mid field team.

  "Antonio, the time has come, good luck" Antonio's trainer said after knocking on the door of his motorhome. "Buona fortuna, amore mio" I told him as he took his helmet and everything alse he needed, "And if you don't feel like everything's alright, think of me, I tend to be quite a heeler" he chuckled at that "I sure will" and with that he stepped out into the garage with me following behind and sitting at the special guest area.

  Being his first race and season here, he trembled a bit while putting on his helmet. After quietly and anxiously putting on his helmet, he got in his car and once he got the signal, left the garage.

  After a formulation lap, running some tests to check that every part of the car was functioning properly, it was time for the lights to go out. Antonio stared at the lights, readying himself for what's about to come. Cold sweat forming on his forehead as he waited. Once the lights had gone out, Antonio drove away to glory.

  All was going well, until a couple of laps into the race, Antonio complained of a strange odor coming from the car, little did he know, smoke was coming out the end of the car. He was signaled to stop the car at a safe location. Great first race, isn't it?

  "Maledetto! Perché!? Figlio di puttana!" Antonio yelled as the car came to a halt. He starting screaming after getting out of the car, he certainly did not expect his first race to be like this.

  Stepping into his motorhome with a heavy heart, Antonio sat on his couch, washing away tears of disappointment and sorrow. With his head in his hands, he contemplated whether or not it was his fault, but the car felt just fine at the start.

  I immediately went and hugged him after getting inside, he hugged me back as he really needed this. I thought of what could make his day better so after a  brief discussion we went back to the hotel.

  I told Gio to take a little nap as I went and got all the ingredients for his happiness food.

  I woke him up as a plate of calamarata pasta was waiting for him. I made it just the way he liked it, with squid and tomato sauce, a cup of (preffered drink) next to the plate as well. I made some for myself too so we sat and ate together, just chatting and eating to lighten up the mood.

  "That was delicious, amore mio, thanks" he said, now full from his favorite food. "Although, there is something alse I would also like to have or let's say... Get" "And that is?"

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Go to sleep, they'll fuck later