Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

🎶Esteban Ocon - Bad Reputation

A/N: I'm astonished I haven't written for Esteban in a while so here. I'm also high up in his category and I feel like I should really write more stuff about him if I'm going to be that high up so here is for the Esteban fangirls x btw, this is basically tomorrow's upload bc my Internet is going off, it glitches sometimes so it's getting fixed but yeah so this is actually tomorrow's. Enjoy!

"Wait. You know her?" Esteban asked in confusion. He was with his friends at his house. The boys asked to see the girl that he was always banging on about so he gave in and showed them her picture but he wasn't expecting anyone to know who she was. "Who doesn't know her? She used to be Brandon's fuck buddy mate." Esteban's world came tumbling down. He had spent so long looking for the perfect girl and this just...now what? "You're wrong." Esteban mumbles. "What? Mate, are you okay in the head? She's basically a whore." That was the final straw. "Get out of my house. All of you." He grabbed their coats and chucked them to his friends. "What do you mean? Why are you getting so mad over a whore?" Esteban wasn't having any of it. He shoved them out of the door and locked it behind him. He had to see Y/n. He had to know the truth. He ran to his phone and looked desperately for her contact. The phone began ringing and just as quickly as he dialled the number, she picked up. "Hey. What's up?" Her cheery voice said through the phone. "The guys are gone home. Do you want to come over?" He tried his best to not sound phased but deep down he was. It frightened him. "Yeah sure. I'll be there soon. See ya!" She hung up and he was left in silence.

His doorbell soon rang and it didn't take long for him to answer. He swung the door open and felt a relief seeing her beaming smile and bouncy eyes. "Are you doing okay? You look awfully pale." She said concerned. He nodded and brought her into his living room. She sat down and watched as he paced. "You're clearly not okay. What's going on?" Esteban ran his fingers through his short hair. "I don't know how to ask this, how to put it into words without-" He let out a loud groan. "You're really starting to worry me Esteban. What's up? Just tell me. You know you can say anything-" She didn't finish her sentence because she was cut off by Esteban. "Did you sleep with Brandon?" The colour drained from her face. She remembered that name, that person. She remembered everything he did to her and how Esteban could have easily gotten ear of the wrong side of the story. "I didn't sleep with him but if you'll let me, can I please tell my side of the story?" Esteban nodded. He wasn't mad, he just wanted to know why she didn't tell him. He wasn't going to let her ex affect the relationship he wanted with her.

"I was seventeen when I met him. We began dating not so long after and because I'd never had a boyfriend before, I kinda didn't care. I was like every girl around me, normal apparently. At my eighteenth birthday, he asked for a handjob and I said no because I wasn't ready. He then asked for a nude instead so he could at least do it himself so my inexperienced self agreed because I didn't want to lose him. I thought he cared about me. So I did it and sent it but then-" She paused to stop herself from crying but couldn't help it. The tears streamed down her face. Esteban felt horrible. He didn't want her feeling this way and he felt somehow responsible. "He sent it around to his friends and said we had sex which isn't true at all! I wanted to wait because I wasn't ready, I wanted it to mean something and now he just runs around telling people that I'm a whore and I can't seem to get anyone to stay all because of him. He's just- I hate him so much and it takes a lot for me to hate someone. "

"Hey, it doesn't matter. You've got me at least. I didnt believe a word of what I was told about you. I knew they just git the wrong side of the story." Y/n smiled. This was the first time she felt comfortable around someone in a long time. She got trust issues with everyone she met but now Esteban came an d knocked them all down, he actually listened to her talking. "I don't know if this is a misopportune time or if it's inappropriate at this moment but I love you. I have loved you for a while now, I just didn't know how to go about it really so I'm saying it now. I love you." And now he's saying she loves her? Her day can't possibly get any better. "You really love me? You don't care about-" He cuts her off with a kiss. She melts into it, just taking in every moment of this wishing it would last forever. "I don't care about who you were, I care about who you are and who you are going to be. I love you, end of story." He wipes the tears from her cheeks, leaving traces of mascara mixed with tears on his thumbs. "I really, really love you too Esteban. I- this is going to sound silly but do you mind maybe kissing me again?" That was all the confirmation he needed. He had secured the girl he loved not for her looks but for who she was inside and for him, it was the inside that mattered; her Bad Reputation didn't do anything for him, he loved her for her normal, caring self, for her.