Footie RPS Ficlet: Birthday Blues (Arjen/Ronnie, PG)
Birthday Blues
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Warnings: FLUFF & SILLINESS
Summary: It's Arjen's birthday... (oh yes, crappy summary of doom)
Author's Note: Ahem, RPG!wOObies again... can I blame this on insomnia and too much coffee?
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They had celebrated his birthday after training with cake. And once again the English lads had tried to make him see the pleasure of tea with milk. Arjen had waved his hands in front of him holding them off. Tea was fine but with milk was… yuck!
Amidst the team singing yet another round of “Happy birthday to you” his parents had called wondering what wild party he was throwing but he had assured them that no, none of his team mates had drunken any alcohol, although he wasn’t hundred percent sure that Duff hadn’t put rum or anything else into his tea, and no, he wasn’t having naked girls dancing for him.
The stream of calls hadn’t stopped, old friends, former teammates even Marco van Basten had called to congratulate him but the one call Arjen had been waiting for didn’t come.
On his way home a part of him tried to come up with flimsy excuses as to why Cristiano hadn’t called him yet but deep down he knew that sooner or later he would have to face the fact that the Portuguese had probably just forgotten that it was his birthday today.
The little bit of hope that maybe Cristiano was waiting for him at his home, got crushed the moment he pulled his car into his driveway and saw that no car was parked behind the gate.
Sighing Arjen grabbed the bag of fan mail he had been handed and entered his house.
The fan mail proved to be an excellent distraction to take his mind off the sorry excuse for a boyfriend he had.
While answering the many letters filled with questions and pleads for autographs was tedious work, Arjen didn’t mind it one bit. After all he was very grateful to his fans especially for all the get well cards and letters he had gotten during the months he had been injured.
This time his fan mail consisted mostly of birthday cards and small presents and he would definitely keep a couple of letters from this batch. Arjen was especially taken with the handmade card of an eight year old boy from China who had obviously spent a lot of time on putting the card together.
As he emptied the remaining content of the bag onto the table in front of him his attention was caught by a large pink envelope that had big red hearts drawn all over the front.
Oh boy, not one of those again. Love letters always made him cringe and he was glad that he didn’t get them very often.
Hesitantly he opened the abominable thing. Inside was a pink card that once more was covered in red hearts.
The message written on the card however made him frown. It wasn’t handwritten but put together by cut out letters of magazines and newspapers.
THERE IS A GIFT HIDDEN SOMEWHERE INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!
Alright this was silly, he turned the envelope around and looked for a return address but there was nothing and the postage also didn’t give away from which part the card came all that it said was that it was sent from somewhere else in England.
Tentatively he brought the card closer to his face and to his surprise encountered the faint scent of a well known after-shave which Cristiano also used. But that was ridiculous; Cristiano wouldn’t pull of something that silly, would he?
Still there was this sparkle of hope flaring up inside of him that maybe Cristiano had thought about his birthday. Not being able to sit still any longer Arjen got up and started checking the rooms of his house but the initial giddiness he had felt vanished bit by bit as he encountered no trace in any of the rooms that someone other than him had been here.
Disappointed and annoyed at himself for keeping the foolish hope alive he returned to his sofa and tore the damn card to shreds. Suddenly his cell phone started to vibrate and with more force than necessary he hit the button to see who was bugging him now.
But the two words he encountered as text message changed his mood entirely.
Arjen jumped up and all but ran up the stairs coming to stand in front of the door of the only room he hadn’t looked into. Taking a deep breath, and bracing himself for just another disappointment he slowly opened the door.
The first thing he noticed were the candles and rose petals covering the white tiles of the floor and there in the middle of all this, in a bathtub filled with bubbles sat the person he had hoped to hear from all day.
Cristiano grinned at him, holding a glass of champagne.
“Took you long enough, silly,” the Portuguese said and raising one long muscular leg out of the water waggling his toes at him. “I’m turning into fish!”
Arjen closed the door behind him and with each step he took he shed a piece of his clothing till he came to stand naked in front of the tub.
Cristiano put the glass of champagne away and gave him and expectant look. Arjen just shook his head and bent down kissing Cristiano soundly on his lips.
The Portuguese jerked him down so hard that Arjen lost his balance and landed with a splash on top of Cristiano in the tub sending water flying everywhere.
“You don’t taste like a fish yet,” Arjen said letting his tongue trace Cristiano’s full bottom lip.
“Happy birthday,” Cristiano said before succumbing to Arjen’s teasing tongue.
“I was starting to worry you had forgotten about that.”
“Tsk! Of course not, silly.” Cristiano said patting him on the head.
“Stop calling me silly, pony.”
What ensued was a fight that caused even more water to splash onto the bathroom floor but Arjen couldn’t care less about that. After all had gotten the one thing he had longed for all day.
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END
by ~Dracaena~
Disclaimer: Obviously this has never happened!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Arjen Robben/Cristiano Ronaldo
Warnings: FLUFF & SILLINESS
Summary: It's Arjen's birthday... (oh yes, crappy summary of doom)
Author's Note: Ahem, RPG!wOObies again... can I blame this on insomnia and too much coffee?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They had celebrated his birthday after training with cake. And once again the English lads had tried to make him see the pleasure of tea with milk. Arjen had waved his hands in front of him holding them off. Tea was fine but with milk was… yuck!
Amidst the team singing yet another round of “Happy birthday to you” his parents had called wondering what wild party he was throwing but he had assured them that no, none of his team mates had drunken any alcohol, although he wasn’t hundred percent sure that Duff hadn’t put rum or anything else into his tea, and no, he wasn’t having naked girls dancing for him.
The stream of calls hadn’t stopped, old friends, former teammates even Marco van Basten had called to congratulate him but the one call Arjen had been waiting for didn’t come.
On his way home a part of him tried to come up with flimsy excuses as to why Cristiano hadn’t called him yet but deep down he knew that sooner or later he would have to face the fact that the Portuguese had probably just forgotten that it was his birthday today.
The little bit of hope that maybe Cristiano was waiting for him at his home, got crushed the moment he pulled his car into his driveway and saw that no car was parked behind the gate.
Sighing Arjen grabbed the bag of fan mail he had been handed and entered his house.
The fan mail proved to be an excellent distraction to take his mind off the sorry excuse for a boyfriend he had.
While answering the many letters filled with questions and pleads for autographs was tedious work, Arjen didn’t mind it one bit. After all he was very grateful to his fans especially for all the get well cards and letters he had gotten during the months he had been injured.
This time his fan mail consisted mostly of birthday cards and small presents and he would definitely keep a couple of letters from this batch. Arjen was especially taken with the handmade card of an eight year old boy from China who had obviously spent a lot of time on putting the card together.
As he emptied the remaining content of the bag onto the table in front of him his attention was caught by a large pink envelope that had big red hearts drawn all over the front.
Oh boy, not one of those again. Love letters always made him cringe and he was glad that he didn’t get them very often.
Hesitantly he opened the abominable thing. Inside was a pink card that once more was covered in red hearts.
The message written on the card however made him frown. It wasn’t handwritten but put together by cut out letters of magazines and newspapers.
THERE IS A GIFT HIDDEN SOMEWHERE INSIDE YOUR HOUSE!
Alright this was silly, he turned the envelope around and looked for a return address but there was nothing and the postage also didn’t give away from which part the card came all that it said was that it was sent from somewhere else in England.
Tentatively he brought the card closer to his face and to his surprise encountered the faint scent of a well known after-shave which Cristiano also used. But that was ridiculous; Cristiano wouldn’t pull of something that silly, would he?
Still there was this sparkle of hope flaring up inside of him that maybe Cristiano had thought about his birthday. Not being able to sit still any longer Arjen got up and started checking the rooms of his house but the initial giddiness he had felt vanished bit by bit as he encountered no trace in any of the rooms that someone other than him had been here.
Disappointed and annoyed at himself for keeping the foolish hope alive he returned to his sofa and tore the damn card to shreds. Suddenly his cell phone started to vibrate and with more force than necessary he hit the button to see who was bugging him now.
But the two words he encountered as text message changed his mood entirely.
Arjen jumped up and all but ran up the stairs coming to stand in front of the door of the only room he hadn’t looked into. Taking a deep breath, and bracing himself for just another disappointment he slowly opened the door.
The first thing he noticed were the candles and rose petals covering the white tiles of the floor and there in the middle of all this, in a bathtub filled with bubbles sat the person he had hoped to hear from all day.
Cristiano grinned at him, holding a glass of champagne.
“Took you long enough, silly,” the Portuguese said and raising one long muscular leg out of the water waggling his toes at him. “I’m turning into fish!”
Arjen closed the door behind him and with each step he took he shed a piece of his clothing till he came to stand naked in front of the tub.
Cristiano put the glass of champagne away and gave him and expectant look. Arjen just shook his head and bent down kissing Cristiano soundly on his lips.
The Portuguese jerked him down so hard that Arjen lost his balance and landed with a splash on top of Cristiano in the tub sending water flying everywhere.
“You don’t taste like a fish yet,” Arjen said letting his tongue trace Cristiano’s full bottom lip.
“Happy birthday,” Cristiano said before succumbing to Arjen’s teasing tongue.
“I was starting to worry you had forgotten about that.”
“Tsk! Of course not, silly.” Cristiano said patting him on the head.
“Stop calling me silly, pony.”
What ensued was a fight that caused even more water to splash onto the bathroom floor but Arjen couldn’t care less about that. After all had gotten the one thing he had longed for all day.
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END