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Beijing, China 2022

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☠ ♒ ⋆ ☮

☠: Drinking Headcanon

Rikki tends to wander far from breaking rules, but given her lack of a steady authority figure that shares her blood, she occasionally becomes exceedingly emotional. She remembers seeing her father drink when financially, their living situation became difficult. It was a stress reliever for him— so, in spite of her young age at the time, she was raised with the idea that it was all right to drink when you were emotionally distraught. These are the only times she consumes alcohol, and more often than not, she does get drunk, and makes no conscious effort to not get drunk. 

♒: Phobia Headcanon

Typically thinking of herself as fearless, the girl has the tendency to dive into her inner atychiphobia, which, in simpler terms, is the fear of failure. She can hardly the stand the idea of letting her friends, Steve, Sam, or anyone else, for that matter, down. Rikki is more than willing to do anything in her power to be successful. 

⋆: Sex Headcanon

Rikki’s a moaner, plain and simple. And a loud one. She’s not accustomed to being touched or handled, therefore when the time comes where someone accesses her in her most vulnerable state, she’s going to be exceedingly loud. 

☮: Random Headcanon

Seeing as Rikki had never been graced with the presence of her father, she’s been eager since childhood for some sort of father figure outside the realm of her grandfather. And, though he isn’t her blood, this is exactly what she considers Steve. He is mother, father, and the brother she had lost to her. Steve is undoubtedly the closest thing to family she has, and Rikki would prefer to never have it any other way.

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dunno why you try to deny you find that quentin fella attractive

I totally do not.

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／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Hey, sign this contract and become a magical girl!

{ raises eyebrow. } I’m not so sure I want to be a magical girl, seeing as I don’t know what exactly this magic entails.

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youre the butter to my peanut

And you’re the peanut to my butter.

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yo ♛

Rikki treats Brandon the way she does because she hates him so much she loves him, basically.

Every ounce of her being wants to despise him, but she can’t, because deep in the pits of her being she’s completely aware that he’s a genuine person that would have her back throughout practically everything. She’s aware that if she was in some sort of danger, he’d be there and for that she’s completely thankful.

She treats him the way she does out of love, duh. Playful banter is the best banter.

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I want the K. (YOLOOOO)

22 - Then there’s tongue.

“Okay, go with it, okay? It was a dare, or something—”

Rikki leans forward, idle hands lifting to cup either side of his face while her thumbs ghost along the defined line of his jaw. She applies a small amount of pressure to her toes, allowing her to reach the height necessary for her lips to find his own. The initial contact is temporary before plump pieces of roseate begin to part, tongue snaking outwards and invading the personal space of his mouth. It slid along his own, mapping the terrain of his tongue, and she leans against him, hips pressing firmly together. The longer the embrace persisted, the more reluctant she was to pull away once she did in order to catch the breath she had lost.