Happy Birthday B. Warrick! 🧡 [Public]

[Alternate Text: An image of a beautiful sunrise. The title says: "Happy Birthday B. Warrick!"]

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

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What if the MC sent something spicy to them when they are in the same room/around other people? 👀

(We are going to pretend that cellphones work more consistently in Fernweh for this, and I assumed thirst traps or a saucy picture instead of flirty texts. XD Middle romance stage.)

B nearly drops their phone, fumbling with it before mashing the lock button to make the screen go black. (It's not like they will be forgetting what they saw anytime soon and actually regret reacting so quickly because they didn't get to fully read your cute caption). They can't help but glance over at you, possibly staring a little, which makes some of the others in the room wonder what it is you did that caused B to react like that. They profusely compliment you later on (likely apologizing for the delayed response); there is no doubt they mean each word and wanted to tell you face-to-face (with some slight blushing).

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Prompt: “I fall slightly more in love with you each day.” with B. Warrick, middle romance.

Beckett

“I fall slightly more in love with you each day,” you admit.

Beckett glances up from the recipe he's quadruple checking, no longer as fixated on perfectly replicating Mrs. Dorran's homemade blackberry cobbler after you just said that.

"...More in love?"

He repeats what you admitted so softly that you can barely hear it over the faint whir of the convection oven pre-heating; it wasn't a murmur or a whisper, but a hopeful sigh. A smile curves his lips only when he trusts that you meant what you said. Beckett shrugs off the dirtied apron he is borrowing to draw closer to your side of the kitchen countertop, arms extended to wrap you up in an affectionate hug.

"You got some—” You use the tip of your index finger to indicate his left cheek, which makes Beckett rub at it, spreading the flour on his skin so it's no longer a faint line, but a streak. "Okay, no, that didn't help."

"Oh..." Beckett tries again with the back of his other hand. "Better?"

You lean forward to wipe the flour off yourself before he makes it worse, placing a quick kiss to his cheek that causes you to just as quickly regret the decision when a faint taste of chalk and maybe something baked registers to your taste buds. Raw flour doesn't taste good. "Wait, ew..."

"If it was powdered sugar that would have been so cute, but why did you—?”

"I thought it would be romantic," you retort, nearly smiling at the laugh your words earn. Beckett is obviously still delighted by what you said because he repays your quick kiss with interest, leaning closer to you to kiss your cheek before turning his head to give you a peck on the lips.

Becca

“I fall slightly more in love with you each day,” you admit.

Becca glances up from the recipe she's quadruple checking, no longer as fixated on perfectly replicating Mrs. Dorran's homemade blackberry cobbler after you just said that.

"...More in love?"

She repeats what you admitted so softly that you can barely hear it over the faint whir of the convection oven pre-heating; it wasn't a murmur or a whisper, but a hopeful sigh. A smile curves her lips only when she trusts that you meant what you said. Becca shrugs off the dirtied apron she is borrowing to draw closer to your side of the kitchen countertop, arms extended to wrap you up in an affectionate hug.

"You got some—” You use the tip of your index finger to indicate her left cheek, which makes Becca rub at it, spreading the flour on her skin so it's no longer a faint line, but a streak. "Okay, no, that didn't help."

"Oh..." Becca tries again with the back of her other hand. "Better?"

You lean forward to wipe the flour off yourself before she makes it worse, placing a quick kiss to her cheek that causes you to just as quickly regret the decision when a faint taste of chalk and maybe something baked registers to your taste buds. Raw flour doesn't taste good. "Wait, ew..."

"If it was powdered sugar that would have been so cute, but why did you—?”

"I thought it would be romantic," you retort, nearly smiling at the laugh your words earn. Becca is obviously still delighted by what you said because she repays your quick kiss with interest, leaning closer to you to kiss your cheek before turning her head to give you a peck on the lips.

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How would B react if the MC shared that they were cheated on by an ex in the past?

I feel like B may already know given your friendship, or perhaps may have a guess from observing how you have handled relationships since what happened with that ex? Regardless, they will 157% support you, if you want to talk about what happened, etc. They (probably) don't know your ex, but they are now on their mental list of people they despise. B actually gets somewhat fired up about it—not in an aggressive way; they are more so offended that your ex would do that to someone as lovely as you.

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Which tarot cards do I associate with them?

B: The Hanged Man

He tells you that sometimes small sacrifices must be made in order to benefit the bigger picture. When The Hanged Man arises in your reading, you likely want to make a move, but don't even know where to begin.

*glances off into the distance while we all consider the ending of Book One* Hmmm. 🤔

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How would B react to the MC saying that they can hold the whole world in their hands and then holding/cradling B's face?

B blinks when you reach out to them, but they allow the touch, smiling as soon as you cradle their face in your hands. When you say that they're your whole world, that smile becomes more smitten. You can feel their cheeks subtly shift under your touch and see the pure joy on their face at meaning so much to you. “You're mine too,” B vows, not wanting to break your hold, but needing to hold you as well. They draw you nearer, tucking close to you, although a small part of them believes that they orbit around you and do not deserve to be a world.

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Where does B like to kiss and be kissed by mc?

They like more traditional lip kisses, but I added some that they would also be prone to giving or like receiving.

B likes to give: soft cheek kisses, if not quick (almost) thoughtless pecks. I could see them enjoying a lot of little smooches–your forehead, cheeks, tip of your nose, chin so as to pepper affection quickly and sweetly.

B likes to receive: they aren't really too picky; however, if you were to kiss along their ribs while looking up at them between each kiss (like going up or down their body), they would lose it.

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