#Reader is besties with Jensen Button

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(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader Enemies to lovers, forced proximity.  “He loves you, y’know? He’s just afraid of admitting it."

Warnings: heavy use of explicit language.

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For as long as you could remember, Fernando Alonso has hated you. If you had to be in a room with him, he was as far away as he could get. Oftentimes you would try and talk with him, try to understand why he didn’t like you, only for him to ignore whatever it was you were saying. 

Eventually you gave up. Why should you put in all this effort just to be pushed aside and ignored? If he thought he was good at being an asshole, you were going to be better. If he thought he was bad, you were going to be worse. There was a lot of tension between the two of you. Everybody could see it. Nobody wanted to talk about it around you, or even bring it up to you. Nobody except a good friend of yours, Jensen Button. Who just so happened to also be Fernando’s teammate. 

“Okay, I literally can’t keep up with this anymore.” He said to you. FP2 had finished a few hours ago and the interviews that occurred afterwards were full of snide comments and poorly veiled insults between you and Fernando. “What the fuck happened between the two of you?” 

You scoffed, “When you figure it out let me know.” 

Jensen looked at you in disbelief. “You mean you don’t even know?” 

“Look, Jense. All I know is that he snubbed me whenever I tried to talk to him. He’s ignored me and made comments about me for my entire career in this goddamn sport. So if he wants to be a dickhead with the only female driver in however many fucking years, I’m gonna give as good as I’m getting.” You stormed off before he had a chance to reply. 

Jensen stood there as he watched you get in your car and start driving, presumably to the hotel the drivers were put in. He had to get to the bottom of this. Turning on his heel, Jensen made his way back to the paddock in search of Fernando, who he knew would still be here. 

When Jensen found him, Fernando was humming an old Spanish song while he folded the little laundry he had in his driver's room. 

“Has your woman gone home?” Fernando asked, seeing Jensen standing there in his peripheral. 

“Not my woman. She’s basically my sister.” 

“But she has gone to the hotel, yes?” 

“Why do you hate her?” Jensen ignored Fernando’s question in favour of asking the one thing he set out to find the answer for.

Fernando frowned and paused what he was doing. Setting down the clothes, but not turning around, he asked Jensen, “What makes you say I hate her?” 

“Well, in her own words, you snubbed her everytime she went to speak with you. You’ve ignored her and made comments about her for, and I quote, ‘her entire career in this goddamn sport’.” Jensen walked further inside Fernando’s room, gently closing the door as he went.

“She has been doing the same to me, no?”

“Yeah well, she told me she was only giving as good as she was getting, so.” Jensen shrugged, “She seems pretty set in thinking you hate her. I’m only here to figure out what’s going on between you two.”

It was silent for a few minutes before Fernando spoke up. 

“She intimidates me.” 

Jensen wasn’t sure if he had heard his teammate correctly. 

“I’m sorry? She intimidates you?”

Fernando had turned around to look at him now. “When I heard about a female racer that was bulldozing through the ranks, I started to follow her career. Every interview she gave, every race she drove, I kept track of it all. I was impressed.” He walked over and sat on the small couch. “The more I watched, the more I followed, the more enamoured I became with her. That’s what intimidated me.” 

“So she’s not the one intimidating you. Your own feelings are.” 

“Yes. I was scared. For so long I was comfortable with not having a partner, not having a family. I was scared to suddenly want these things with a person I have never met in my life.” 

“So you thought the best way to deal with that was being a dickhead? That was smart.” It was Jensen’s turn to scoff now. “That has to be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” 

“I know. I was afraid of what I would say if I spoke to her directly. So I stuck to what I know how to do, play up my media persona of being arrogant.” 

“That’s not arrogance, Mate. That’s plain and simple stupidity.” Jensen let out an exhausted breath and opened the door. “I only hope that one day, you can somehow overcome that.” 

While he walked away from Fernando, Jensen promised himself that one way or another, he would bring an end to the issue between you and his teammate. 

His opportunity came the next day when he saw you walk into your driver’s room after qualifying. He knew that you would likely want to be by yourself, especially because you had only just managed to get into Q3, but he was damned if he didn’t use this opportunity. 

As quickly as he could, he made his way over to Fernando’s driver’s room, grabbed his wrist and started dragging him through the paddock and towards you. Because you and Jensen were so close with each other, he knew that your door would be unlocked. So when he got there with Fernando, he quickly threw the door open, shoved Fernando inside and closed the door. Using his body as a barricade, he stopped Fernando’s attempts of getting out of the small room.

Until now, you had been too shocked to properly react to what was happening, but as soon as you registered that Fernando of all people was inside your driver’s room and that Jensen had been the one to put him there, you got angry. 

“Jensen I know you’re outside the door, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You yelled. Having never heard you genuinely angry before, Fernando had stopped his attempts of pushing the door open to get out. As much as he could, he quickly moved out of the way when you started to step over to pound on the door and continue yelling at your best friend. 

“I’m not opening this door until you sort your shit out with each other!” Jensen yelled back. 

“You’re a piece of shit Jensen! I swear to god if you don’t open this fucking door, I’m never fucking speaking to you again!” 

“I think I’ll live!” 

You yelled out in frustration and fury. Turning around, you saw Fernando looking at you in shock. “What!?” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry.” His voice was a whisper. Almost as if he was scared of you. 

“Well aren’t you lucky?” You were no longer yelling, but the anger was still evident in your words. “Listen, I could care less if you hate me, but could you at least explain that to Jensen so I can leave?” You punctuated your sentence with a solid kick to the door, where Jensen was still using his bodyweight to stop you from leaving. 

“I don’t hate you.” 

You laughed. Doubled over hands on your knees, you laughed as if he had said the funniest thing in the world. “That has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever heard you say Alonso.” 

It was Jensen’s voice beyond the door that made you sober up quickly. “He’s in love with you! He’s just too pussy to tell you!” 

You practically gave yourself whiplash turning your head to look at Fernando’s face. “You what?” 

“I-” Before Fernando could get a word in edgewise, you had turned back to the door, pounding your open hand on it. 

“Jensen, this isn’t funny! You can’t do this to me, you can’t play me like this! Please just open the door!” The amount of emotion coursing through you made your voice crack as you pleaded to be let out. 

“I promise you, Buggy, I’m not doing this to hurt you.”

“What do you mean?” Fernando had asked you. 

“Years ago, before we were ever teammates and before she got to F1, Y/n told me that she was the most excited to meet you. She’s always admired you. She was gutted when you acted how you did the day you met. Ever since, she’s tried to understand what was wrong with her. Wouldn’t listen when I said it had nothing to do with her.” Jensen said loud enough for you both to hear him. “I have to do this, Buggy. I only ever want the best for you and if that means I have to make you confront this, then so be it.” 

At this point Fernando had slowly made his way over to where you had practically run to. The look on your face broke his heart, so he slowly and clearly moved his arms to hold you close to him. 

“Let go of me! Let me go! You- You hate me! You don’t like me, please just let go..” You had tried prying yourself out of his arms before deflating in defeat and crying. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel that way. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” He kept hugging you close, gently his hand over your head and shushing you like one would when calming a child. 

Jensen’s heart broke as he heard you break down. He knew this needed to happen, but it still hurt to hear his best friend, his little sister, crying her heart out. 

Fernando managed to gently guide you so that the two of you were sitting on the floor. He didn’t want to risk you falling because of being too overwhelmed. He started explaining to you how he had followed your career since you had been in Formula 3. He spoke about how he admired just how driven you were, which had earned a small, wet chuckle from you. Eventually, you had calmed down enough to stop crying, though neither you nor Fernando made an effort to move from the embrace. 

After a few moments of silence, Fernando spoke. His voice whispered, “He’s right.” 

“Who?” Your voice was still wrought with emotion. 

“Jensen. He was right when he said I was too scared to tell you I love you.” 

“But why?” 

“Why was I scared?” he wiped a stray tear from your face, “There’s a lot of reasons I guess. I mean-” 

You cut him off. “No, I mean why are you in love with me? You haven’t spoken to me directly ever since I got here, so why would you love me?” 

Fernando gently squeezed you. “A lot of reasons. I guess the biggest one is that I saw how determined you were, fighting to be on the top step after every race. I saw how you never let anybody tell you how to act. You’ve always had a fire in you and that attracted me the most. El hecho de que seas tan hermosa también ayuda.”  [The fact that you're so beautiful helps too.]

A small part of your brain clocked onto the fact that Fernando had no idea what languages you spoke. “Can I tell you something?” 

“Of course, Guapa.”  [Pretty]

“Tomé clases de español de niña, hasta que tuve fluidez.”  [I took Spanish classes as a kid, until I was fluent.]

Fernando placed a lingering kiss on your forehead, “Every word I said is the truth.” 

“Thank you.”

Kinda struggled writing the "Enemies to Lovers" part of this but overall I think I did pretty good.

I hope you all enjoyed!

MUAHS <3