Happy Birthday B. Warrick! 🧡 (Patreon)

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In honor of B. Warrick's birthday, I collected/revamped some writings about them to share with you. 🥰

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Question: "How would B react to an MC who physically lights up like a candle whenever they walked into a room? Like big grin, genuine happiness, wave at them from across the room and don't say anything but continue to stare at them with soft eyes and an even softer smile?"

Answer:

B would treat you like a beacon, though I think they already kind of view the MC as a guiding light since you both have a sense of familiarity with each other that is underscored in the series (Except the MC has the benefit of knowing the other ROs, so it can mean more to B.) The rest of the space will fall away, even if there are other people present or something is going on, because B will head straight over to you, likely forgetting to return the wave in their haste to be by your side. There is a fondness to their smile that would cause Mrs. Dorran to be like: 'hmm 👀' because it's a little awestruck and less self-conscious than usual. B is just as happy to see you, if not more.

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A Teaser from TFS: Book Two, B Without Their Hoodie? 🤔

The outfit change is due to a special dinner with the Corvins!

Beckett

"You look great in that too, Bee," you reason to avoid any self-deprecation. "Are you nervous?"

"A little, just because they're close to you—or they were—and you've brought me…" He trails off, smiling faintly in gratitude for being considered. His fingers find the button along his shirt cuff to needlessly fiddle with it, working the closure back and forth before he rests his hand over yours on the center console. "I don't want to intrude."

 "You aren't. I want you right here."

Beckett relaxes following your words, his smile less faint and softening into a half-one, before he glances away to break the moment.

Becca

"You look great in that too, Bee," you reason to avoid any self-deprecation. "Are you nervous?"

"A little, just because they're close to you—or they were—and you've brought me…" She trails off, smiling faintly in gratitude for being considered. Her fingers find the button along her shirt cuff to needlessly fiddle with it, working the closure back and forth before she rests her hand over yours on the center console. "I don't want to intrude."

 "You aren't. I want you right here."

Becca relaxes following your words, her smile less faint and softening into a half-one, before she glances away to break the moment.

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[Spicy 🔥] Question: "Who talks the most in bed? Least? Who is the loudest? :)"

Answer:

"Bee, I want to hear you," you softly remind them. "All of you."

Sweet Bee is in fact the most vocal RO, partially because they are so sensitive, but this sensitivity is heightened by the MC being the one doling out the affection. (That alone can drive B wild! 🥴) I don't think this is the question to get into their past sexual experiences (or lack thereof)… Eh, I'll tease about it: B did have a tendency to keep quiet because they were afraid of leading anyone on. Most of their past romantic encounters tended to fizzle out prematurely or not feel 'right' after a time, which in turn made B more likely to pull back, both physically and vocally. Anyway, that's clearly not the case with the Returning Visitor! B tends to be loud, pleading, praising, and taking anything you'll give them with a need to please in return. It can be a real turn-on, tbh.

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A Quote for B. Warrick:

I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.

-Pat Frank

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Question: "May I request how B would react to an MC who reads a lot and recites love confessions from those books to the ROs for fun 👀 and there is no underlying message 👀 or anything what do you mean hahahaha—"

Answer:

Okay, B has the exact same energy as this question.

Obviously, you are just enjoying your hobby (?) of reciting love confessions to, uh, all of your friends, which they are your friend, so it's totally fine! 🤔 They are supportive! (So supportive). They ask you all sorts of questions, but never why you picked that particular confession or poem.😳👀 Do you like the writer? What time period is it from? Is it in a particular style? Etc. B watches you read with an encouraging smile in place and with an undivided focus; however, they are not entirely hearing all the nuances in the metaphors and flowery language because internally it's like: 'oh this is fine' meme alongside chanting 'don't be suspicious'. They like spending time with you and genuinely do want you to have fun with your hobby, so they will sit through as many readings as you are willing to give.

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Question: What are all the LIs placements as chess pieces?

Answer:

B would be the pawn!

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A Teaser from TFS: Book Two, Nightmare B Hits Differently 😬

(Some of these scenes are harder to trigger than others. I'm excited to tease them.)

"Changes of heart make me want to cleave them in two," B breezily admits. "A section for each waffling choice and mistake, but then you'd have heart confetti all over."

AND

Beckett

"Oh, you're hurt?" Beckett wonders, pausing mid-pull to observe your movements. "Here."

Your muscles protest as you climb out of the opening, though Beckett's other hand rising higher to your throat seizes all of your attention. "What are—?" The rest of your question ends in a choked gasp. Coolness funnels through your veins, invasive yet harmless for now, as it steals away soreness and your body heat. His palm is around your neck; it's just barely resting there unlike how his fingers are ensnared with yours.

"There we go! Mostly better, I'd say."

Becca 

"Oh, you're hurt?" Becca wonders, pausing mid-pull to observe your movements. "Here."

Your muscles protest as you climb out of the opening, though Becca's other hand rising higher to your throat seizes all of your attention. "What are—?" The rest of your question ends in a choked gasp. Coolness funnels through your veins, invasive yet harmless for now, as it steals away soreness and your body heat. Her palm is around your neck; it's just barely resting there unlike how her fingers are ensnared with yours.

"There we go! Mostly better, I'd say."

AND

B's smile turns darkly insincere, wide yet cruel, after they glance back at you.

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A Teaser from TFS: Book Two, B's Care 🧡

You can chose to walk away from B here, but I don't think many of you will. It's an option!

Beckett

"I'm worried you're pushing yourself…"

Beckett's voice comes from the right where he remains loyally by your side in spite of your distracted pace. "Oh, I know," you say, which earns a self-deprecating smile from him. Your steps grow reluctant when passing by the juncture that leads to the kitchen. "But I still need to eventually see it."

"Eventually."

Beckett's muttered emphasis is contrasted by the comforting weight of his hand briefly resting on your back. What could have been a friendly gesture has taken on a different meaning as he studies you in shameless concern. It feels like it's just the two of you in the hall, the others forgotten by the front door.

When you focus back on Beckett, it only confirms that the thought of leaving your side hasn't entered his head or his heart.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "We can take a second if you wanna sit and talk? Or just sit—uhm, sit somewhere other than here though."

Becca

"I'm worried you're pushing yourself…"

Becca's voice comes from the right where she remains loyally by your side in spite of your distracted pace. "Oh, I know," you say, which earns a self-deprecating smile from her. Your steps grow reluctant when passing by the juncture that leads to the kitchen. "But I still need to eventually see it."

"Eventually."

Becca's muttered emphasis is contrasted by the comforting weight of her hand briefly resting on your back. What could have been a friendly gesture has taken on a different meaning as she studies you in shameless concern. It feels like it's just the two of you in the hall, the others forgotten by the front door.

When you focus back on Becca, it only confirms that the thought of leaving your side hasn't entered her head or her heart.

"Are you okay?" she asks. "We can take a second if you wanna sit and talk? Or just sit—uhm, sit somewhere other than here though."

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I hope you all enjoyed these moments with B. Warrick! 🧡😊