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Jann Mardenborough x reader pt.6

Pt.1,Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6

Jann's accident came like a bolt from the blue and now I was sitting in the hospital waiting room with Danny and Jack, my heart pounding and my throat dry. Our fears were palpable, hanging in the air like a thick fog.

 Danny paced nervously as Jack tried to keep his composure, but his clenched fists and set jaw showed that he was just as scared. Finally the door opened and a doctor entered the room. I held my breath as I stood up and walked over to him.

 "How is he?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

 The doctor smiled, which calmed me down for a moment. "Jann was lucky. He has a few broken bones and bruises, but no life-threatening injuries. He will have to stay in the hospital for some time and undergo rehabilitation, but he should make a full recovery."

 The relief that washed over me was overwhelming. I turned to Danny and Jack who were staring at me with tense expressions. "He'll be fine," I said and couldn't help but smile spreading across my face. "He's got a few fractures, but nothing serious. He'll need some time to recover, but he should be fine."

 But our joy did not last long. When we entered Jann's room a moment later, he was asleep. His face was calm, but the sight of him connected to the devices scared me. I stood there staring at him, wondering how we were going to explain everything to him when he woke up.

 When Jann finally woke up, his look was confused. "What happened?" he whispered when he saw our faces.

 Danny was the first to speak. "You had an accident, Jann. It was serious, but the doctors say you'll make a full recovery."

 Jann tried to sit up, but the pain quickly stopped him. "Did I hurt anyone?" he asked quietly.

 Jack looked at me and I sighed. "That's not important right now, you need to focus on your recovery now."

 Janna's face contorted in anger. "I killed someone, didn't I," he said, his voice growing stronger.

 Danny scowled at him. "It was an accident, Jann. Nobody wanted it."

  "Someone died because of me."

 There was a heavy silence. "Please Jann calm down, stress is not good for you right now." I tried to calm him down.

"The spectator… the accident. He didn't survive," Jack said quietly. "I killed a man. How am I supposed to get back on track now? I'm afraid it's going to happen again." Jann began to hyperventilate.

 “It wasn't your fault love,” I said softly. "It was an accident. It's not your fault."

 "No, you don't understand," he said sharply. "I can't race anymore. I can't get back in the car knowing I killed someone."

 I made up my mind and moved closer to his bed. "Jann, you need time to recover. We will be here for you, we will help you."

 Jann stared at me, his eyes filled with rage and pain. "I don't want your help," he said coldly. "I want to be alone. Everyone get out."

 I was taken aback by his harsh words. “Jann, please, we're just trying to help you.

 "No," he cut me off sharply. "I don't want to see any of you. Get out!"

 We had no choice. We turned and left his room, our mood heavy and somber. We had only the best intentions, but Jann's reaction hit us deep.

 In the evening, Jack and I decided to go to a bar to try to forget the events of the day for a while. The bar was noisy and crowded but we didn't mind. We needed to react somehow.

 Jack handed me a drink and gave me an encouraging smile. "We have to give him time," he said. “It's hard for him.

 I nodded, but the feeling of disappointment and sadness was still gnawing at my chest. "I know you're right. It just hurts how he's driving us all apart."

 Just as I finished my drink, I noticed Nicholas Capa, one of Jann's rivals, approaching us. His expression was full of contempt and his smile was fake.

 "Well, let's see who's here," he began as he arrived at our table. "I heard about Jann's accident. Sad, isn't it?"

 I felt a surge of anger. "What do you want, Capa?" Jack asked icily.

 Nicholas laughed. "I just wanted to say that maybe you should reevaluate your priorities. Dating someone who can't even keep on track isn't the best idea, is it? Maybe you should try someone more capable. Like me, for example."

 I blinked in surprise. "You're disgusting, Capa. Jann had an accident and you're making fun of it?"

 Nicholas just smirked. "Why shouldn't I? He's just a broken racer now with no future. But you and I… we could have a good time."

 I felt my anger welling up inside me. "You bastard," I growled without realizing it. Then I stood up, clenched my fist and punched him right in the nose.

 Nicholas staggered back, clutching his bleeding nose. "I'll remember this!" he snapped at me before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

 Jack laughed and put a hand on my shoulder. "That was amazing," he said admiringly. “I think you've gained a few fans.

 “He had to hear it,” I said, feeling my anger slowly subside. "I'd better go. I'm not in the mood to stay here anymore."

 I left the bar and headed back to the hospital. I couldn't shake the feeling that I need to try to talk to him again. I hoped he would finally listen to me.

 When I arrived at the hospital, I found Jann still awake, his look still full of anger. "What do you want here again?" he asked sharply.

 "We need to talk," I said firmly. "You can't push us away like this. You need us."

 Jann paused for a moment, his face tense. "You don't know what I'm going through," he finally said in a low voice.

 "Exactly, we don't know," I replied. "But we want to help you, Jann. You're not alone."

 He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "You should go."

 "I'm not leaving" I stated firmly. “I'm here for you whether you like it or not.

 Slowly, reluctantly, Jann finally nodded. "Okay," he said quietly. “But you have to give me time.

 I nodded. "Alright. We'll give you as much time as you need."

 That evening I stayed in the hospital with Jann, his anger gradually subsided and we slowly started to return to normal. I knew it would be a long journey, but we were determined to be there for him, no matter what.

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Ok I've never done this before, so I don't know the rules or anything. (And or if you have any) But I watched Gran Turismo and I love Jann but can you do something for Nick Capa. Like something focused on him and the reader? Maybe another racer that is Jann's friend, or maybe his sister or sibling? Only if you don't mind. And if you don't, Thank you very much.

One look was all Nick needed. He was about to ride the first race of the season when he noticed a girl coming out of the enemy cubicle. Her overalls had "Medic" written on them in big letters. However, he was amazed at how beautiful it looked. Her long hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her team jumpsuit hugged her curves beautifully. However, his breath was taken away when she turned around, he had probably never seen such a beautiful woman. He knew right away that he had to meet her and get her. I took a few confident steps towards her and tapped her on the shoulder, "Hey baby."

She looked at me and frowned.,, What do you want." she said in a cold tone.,, "Your number and dinner." I said with a smirk on my face. She looked me over in return and giggled,, You think too much of yourself cocky.” she growled but before she could do more that idiot Salter came in.,, Y/N we need you inside and you go to your team Capo.” he grunted towards the me. All I saw after that was her back walking back to her team. A smirk just appeared on my face, if she was that easy to get then he wouldn't even enjoy it. As soon as she and Jack came back inside, a sullen Jann was waiting for me, piercing Cap with his eyes. My brother was always protective when it came to me.,, What did he want from you?" he asked.,, "My number and dinner" I said with a laugh but Jann frowned even more.,, Now don't do anything about him and focus on race." I advised him. Jann just nodded his head and didn't deal with the situation any further. If this race confirmed anything for me, it was that Capa is the worst curveball. He purposefully drove at Jann, so much so that he completely pushed him off the track. As soon as Jann arrived back I immediately helped him out and encouraged him that even though he didn't get his license right away he did very well. I ended up hugging him because that was what always cheered him up. Nick stared at the gamer with jealousy in his eyes and glared at him as hard as he could. She will be his no matter what Mardenborough does. He was trying to win the race and humiliate his opponent so that she would see that he was better for her than anyone else. But she didn't give him a single glance and instead hugged the wizened fool.

I just loved thi idea. Tell me if you want me to continue or if you have another request i am all ears.

[my-heart-beat-for-anime]

Life in Overdrive

The pit lane was chaos, as usual. Team Nissan’s drivers were finishing their practice laps, engines roaring and tires screeching, while the crew scrambled to reset for the next round. Amid it all, Eva Mardenborough worked like clockwork in the medical tent, tending to minor bruises and strains.

“Easy on the wrist, Callum,” she said gently as she wrapped the injured crew member’s hand. “You don’t want to make it worse before the next race.”

“Good thing you’re here, Eva,” Callum said with a grin. “Otherwise, we’d be crawling by mid-season.”

She liked staying out of the spotlight, far from the inflated egos and soap-opera drama that defined the racing world. But no amount of preparation could have shielded her from Nicholas Capa.

He was a disaster in human form, every bit as loud and reckless off the track as he was on it. From the moment he entered her world, it was as if he’d decided that irritating her was his new favorite sport.

“Emma,” his voice sliced through the organized chaos, sharp and smug. “Or should I call you Dr. Ice Queen? How’s life in your frosty little kingdom?”

Emma didn’t look up at first, her shoulders stiffening as her pen hovered above the clipboard. “Still better than whatever you call that mess you drive on the track,” she replied coolly.

His grin widened as he stepped closer, leaning casually against her table like he belonged there. “Ouch. That was almost as painful as watching Jann overtake me last week. What’s it like having a brother who’s better than me?”

Her hand tightened around the pen, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a visible reaction. “Get out of my tent before I report you for harassment,” she said evenly, still not looking up.

“Harassment?” he echoed, tilting his head like he was considering the word. “I call it… team bonding.”

She finally turned, her eyes locking onto his with a sharpness that could cut steel. “Call it whatever you want. Go bother someone else, Nicholas. I don’t have time for you.”

He leaned closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You know you secretly love this. Admit it, Emma—I’m the best part of your day.”

“Highlight of my nightmares,” she muttered, jabbing a finger toward the door. “Out. Now.”

He shrugged, walking backward with his hands raised in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. But don’t miss me too much.”

As soon as he was gone, Emma exhaled, gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. She hated how easily he got under her skin, how he always seemed to know exactly which buttons to press. But what she hated even more was the nagging thought that maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong.

The tension between them didn’t go unnoticed. Fans loved the way Nicholas seemed to seek Emma out, the way their verbal sparring turned every interaction into a scene from a rom-com—or at least that’s how the internet saw it. Viral videos and memes exploded across social media, with captions like: “Enemies? Lovers? Both?” and “Nicholas annoying Emma is my new favorite thing.”

“Why do you even care?” Jann asked one evening, watching Emma scroll through her phone with a scowl. “It’s just Nicholas being Nicholas. He’s doing it to mess with me, not you.”

Emma frowned, his words stirring something bitter in her chest. “You think this is about you?”

“Obviously. Nicholas doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

She wanted to agree, but something about that didn’t sit right. Nicholas was infuriating, yes. Arrogant? Absolutely. But there were moments—rare and fleeting—when his bravado seemed to falter, when his cocky grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. Moments that hinted at something deeper.

Any lingering doubts about him disappeared after the race in Spain. Nicholas’s aggressive overtake had forced Jann dangerously close to the barriers, leaving Emma white-knuckled as she watched from the pit wall. When the race ended, her fear erupted into rage, and she stormed into the drivers’ lounge to confront him.

“You could’ve killed him!” she shouted the second she saw him. He was still in his race suit, his hair damp with sweat, leaning against the counter with a water bottle in his hand.

He straightened, his expression guarded. “It was a clean move.”

“Clean?” she spat, her voice shaking with anger. “You nearly sent him into the wall, Nicholas. All for what? A podium? Is winning so important to you that you’d risk someone else’s life?”

He set the water bottle down with deliberate calm. “That’s racing,” he said flatly. “Your brother knows the risks.”

“That’s a pathetic excuse, and you know it!” she snapped. “This isn’t about racing—it’s about you being too arrogant to admit when you’ve gone too far.”

His jaw tightened, and for the first time, the cocky mask slipped. “You think I don’t know the risks?” he said, his voice low and sharp. “You think I don’t live with them every single day?”

The rawness in his tone caught her off guard, and her anger faltered. “Nicholas—”

“You don’t know me,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “You’ve already decided who I am: the reckless asshole. The villain in your little story.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Save it,” he said, brushing past her toward the door. But before he left, he turned back, his eyes burning into hers. “You hate me, Emma? Fine. But don’t pretend you understand me.”

She stood frozen long after he was gone, his words echoing in her mind.

In the days that followed, Emma couldn’t stop thinking about him. She hated it—hated how his voice lingered in her thoughts, how his words cut deeper than she wanted to admit. She tried to convince herself that he was just another self-absorbed racer, but the vulnerability she’d seen in his eyes refused to be ignored.

It wasn’t until the next race weekend that she found herself seeking him out. She caught him alone outside the paddock, leaning against a railing as the sun dipped below the horizon. He didn’t notice her at first, his gaze fixed on the empty track below. For the first time, he looked… tired.

“You were right,” she said, her voice quieter than she’d intended.

He turned, startled. “About what?”

“I don’t know you,” she admitted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. “But I think I want to.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Emma.”

“So are you,” she replied, taking a tentative step closer. “But maybe it’s time we both stopped.”

His lips quirked into a bitter smile, and he let out a quiet, almost broken laugh. “You really are infuriating.”

“So are you,” she shot back, a small, hesitant smile tugging at her lips.

For the first time, the tension between them felt different—less like a battle and more like the fragile beginnings of a truce. But as they stood there, the silence heavy with unspoken words, Emma realized something that terrified her: she didn’t hate Nicholas Capa. Not even close.

And that was the most dangerous game of all.

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