Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

🎶Marcus Armstrong - One Day Part 2

Y/n sat in the back of the tent again like she did every other weekend with her Team-mate Jack. While Jack was discussing how he managed to go off trcak during qualifying, Y/N's mind was elsewhere. She just couldn't get her mind off one person. Marcus. She stared at the ceiling again with a hundred thoughts. "Maybe he knows who I am. No y/n. He probably doesn't." she sighed internally. She and Marcus entered formula racing together but never spoke. They went up the ranks together and battled very closely every season. She so desperately wanted to talk to him but the Butterflies in her stomach prevented her from doing so. She walked around the paddock with her head held low, scared to see him and whenever he raised hsi voice to speak with her, she found an excuse and ran away. They were supposed to talk after the last race but she was pulled away by her team thankfully so they didn't have time to talk. She had yet another great qualifying. The engineers called the two to come out and look at data for the race and so they do.

She sat beside on the ground beside her car and stared at the mechanics. Someone sat beside her and she looked to see who it was. Marcus. Of course it was Marcus. "Hi there." he says in a friendly chirp. "How are you?" she asked trying her best to be polite. "Pretty good. I thought it'd be nice for us to have a little chat." He said in a posh voice. "Who are you? The negotiator?" she asked turning to him. "Maybe but I'd just like to talk. We never really talk." She nodded in agreement. "Alright. What exactly do you want to talk about?" she asked through a lump in her throat. "Why we never talk. I know you say it's because you're always busy but I know for a fact its not and I'm kinda getting the feeling its that you don't like me all that much."

"I actually don't. I think you're one of my favourite people on the grid, I just find it really hard to talk to you most of the time." Marcus' confusion grew even further. He didn't understand anything she meant. She liked him but she didn't like talking to him. It made no sense. "Yeah but why is that?" Y/n battled within her mind on whether or not to tell him but in the end she didn't. "I dunno. I guess I just have the most respect for you but we never talked before so it would be a bit weird if we just started now you know?" "Yeah. I get it." That was a lie. He didn't understand it one bit. Why was it so difficult to just talk? "Well I'll talk to you after the race if you want." Y/n said. He helped her up and threw his arms around her. "Good luck on the race. Just stay behind me and we won't have a problem." Her heart fluttered as she pushed herself away. "The only way you'll see me behind you is if I were coming to lap you." She walked back to her car and prepped herself. She was ready.

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"Armstrong has over steered into Y/l/n and they go off the track. It doesn't look like either cars are able to carry on." Marcus hopped out if the car and ran over to her car. She was unbuckling herself and a sigh escapes her lips. She holds the halo to push herself up but is picked up and set down. She looks over to the familiar helmet of Marcus. "That was my bad." Marcus said to her. "No, no. It's oversteer. It happens sometimes." They walk off together as the Marshall take care of the car. "Would you like a lift back?" a Marshall asked. Marcus was about to speak but Y/n cut him off. "No. We can walk thanks." The Marshall walks away, leaving Marcus looking a little confused. "What? You said you wanted to talk after the race." He was actually going to have the conversation he so desperately wanted to have with her. Finally.

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"So why don't you talk to me? I'm really enjoying this." Marcus laughed as they finally made their way back to the garage. "I don't know. You're great fun. I don't know why I didn't want to talk to you." The pair walked behind the garages and towards their seperate driver tents. "Do you wanna go get something to eat after this?" Marcus called to the girl driver. "Yeah. We'll go halfsies." and into the tent she disappeared as Marcus was left with Butterflies in his stomach and a wide smile plastered on his face.