#🎟 *. Richard’s collection

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Bandaids over hearts

yandere! race car driver, Richard Temples x Female Racer! reader

tw : fighting, treating minor injuries

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Richard’s hand interwoven with yours, his hand was still so soft even after getting into a brawl with another racer.

“You know that I could���ve handled it,” you replied.

You tightened the bandages on his bruised and bloodied hand, your eyebrows knitted together. 

“I—Ah,” He groaned in pain.

“Why didn’t you go to the medic?” You flattened the bandage and tucking it in within bindings. “You should—“ 

“I wanted you to treat it,” he interrupted. 

Richard used his good hand to grab a nearby rag to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that ran down his neck. 

“I’m not a doctor,” you added. 

You put the bandages and medicinal ointments back into the first aid while looking at the nearby trophy that still reeked of champagne due to the multiple bottles being poured into it before the brawl happened. 

His eyes admired you; putting the first aid kit in the metal drawer, ignoring the sweat that dribbled down your face from the heat. He watched you put a cold rag on the back of your neck; his face burned up, seeing you unbuttoned the racing suit.

Richard watched your movements; watching you pull out a spare champagne bottle from one of the metal cabinets. He watched your warm hands pouring the champagne in the red cups that were laying around in the room.

His hands held the red solo cup, staring at the bubbles from the champagne and how it twinkled while he drank. His eyes looked at your lips; champagne coating them. He wanted a taste—was it sweet or bitter? Richard’s fists no longer ached with pain, he only wanted to kiss you while his eyes watched your lips move.

“Hey,” you said. “You did a good job, Richie.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “It’s…It’s nothing.”

You got up, patted his shoulder while his eyes reminded you of a sea otter due to the pitch of the color.

“You’re coming to my place for the after party, right?” You asked.

“Ye-yeah!” He said.

“I’ll see you there then.” You let go of his shoulder. “Bye Richie.”

Richard froze for a couple moments after you left the room, his gloved hands grabbed the nearby trophy as he placed his lips where your lips drank from it before pulling away.

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🎟 — Richard’s collection

[NORMAL MASTERLIST]

Introduction post

Never meet your idol

tw : manipulative behavior, implied stalking, minor/major injuries, degrading behavior,

Oneshots

Bandaids over hearts (fem! Reader)

Room service ! (fem! Reader)

Headcanons

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