Haloedcrownasked: Happy Birthday To The Cutest, Sweetest, And All Around Sexiest Girlfriend
haloedcrown asked: happy birthday to the cutest, sweetest, and all around sexiest girlfriend
allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.
if i'm the cutest, sweetest, and all around sexiest girlfriend...... and you're the cutest, sweetest, and all around sexiest girlfriend........ who's driving this bus
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happy birthday, allie! rachel planned a picnic and later, is going to go into the kitchen with the prettiest girl she knows and they're going to bake a cake together in honor of her. 💞✨
allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.
the prospect of a picnic makes her beam the moment she hears of it, and she almost refuses to let go of rachel from the warm hug she leaps into. though she does, if only to press a kiss to her mouth, gentle and sweet. " oh, rach, thank you so much! i, like, can't wait, i'm so, so super excited! i love you so much! we can- we can go to the meadow! or the park! is it a surprise? oh, please tell me where we're going! " she's still holding on tight to rachel's hands, letting her lead her away from the cottage and to their birthday picnic destination, despite her infinite questions, spilling from pink petals rapidly.
for her birthday, cosmo has an all-day pass for six flags, all expenses are paid. and he'll win her some sideshow prizes, a resin butterfly keychain, a stuffie of her choice, and a cute set of coloured temporary tattoos that he lets her put all over his face.
(belated) allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.
every new bit of information that slips from him, prize or gift or ride, she gets infinitely more excited and her heart alights with the joy of consideration. but even with the butterfly twirled around two of her fingers and the giant stuffed bunny rabbit held tightly to her chest, hugging it as if it were cosmo instead, the tattoos are the most exciting. she's chattering about it all the way home, filled with cotton candy and the bursts of adrenaline, the tattoo sheets held in her hands as she imagines putting one on every one of his freckles. " i don't know if i've ever stayed at, like, a park for so long! the, um, spinny rides were my favorite! but they were all so fun! " she punctuates the line with a kiss, leaning across the seat to do so. " thank you for taking me, i love you so much, this has been, like, the best birthday ever! "
i want it on the record today is WAY too cold for allie's birthday
Ben had prepared a special little gift for her, delivered under the cover of night. It appears a long, thin box wrapped delicately with pink tissue paper and shimmering ribbons has been left on her doorstep. In chicken scratch handwriting a heart felt note from Ben: A, happy birthday. Love, B. Upon unwrapping the present she will be presented with a long, thin-tipped knife, gleaming in tones of rose gold. The handle appears to be made up of smoothed Lapis Lazuli, held together with a golden band. And if she looks closely enough at the blade, she will see the initials BG engraved by the hilt. One of a kind, made only for her.
allie birfday 🥳🥳🥳, accepting always.
she nearly trips over the box when she opens the door that morning, basking in the first morning full of spring light before she finds her little gift. doe eyes light up, her smile just as bright and pinching her cheeks a blooming pink. she's already found little things, from the birds and her friends in the forest, somehow just knowing as they always do. but this doesn't feel like any of them. even though the ribbons and the tissue paper are so very her, it feels like ben. the sort of tender roughness that he brings, that she finds when she hugs him and in his small, hesitant smiles. the fairy girl takes his gift into her arms like she might do to him if he were here, before she sits down on the step of the small porch to open it. his note washes over her with affection, and it feels like tiny bunches of love stored in little scratchy letters. beats of her heart in time with he thought of me! but she can't help but wish he was here to hug and thank, and her thoughts fill with fluffy, cloud like daydreams of the moment. at least, until she found the knife, buried within equally as fluffy decorations and wrapping. it's cold, in a startling way, she finds as she holds it in her hands, like she doesn't quite know what to do with it. it's beautiful, and she loves it, in some way. she has to, it's from him. allie lets out a breath, and decides that she will love it and it can be beautiful and she won't worry about what it's used for. she'll call and ask him and he'll say something silly and clever and delightfully grumpy and she'll laugh and everything will be just fine.