Dark Bingo & 100Moods Fic -- Pep/Bo
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tr_ficTitle: Can’t I Make It Better?
Fandom: RPF – Football
Characters: Pep Guardiola/Bojan Krkic; Lionel Messi
Rating: PG-13 See Warnings!
Prompt: Domestic Abuse // Apathetic
WARNINGS: domestic abuse, dark themes, angst, victim-blaming
Words: 1063
A/N: I highly recommend listening tothis song because it helps the mood and it’s what I was listening to. This is the darkest (so far) of my![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dark_bingo fics and for that reason if you’re squicked by domestic abuse or violence, you should probably skip this one. Takes place when Bojan was still at Barça.
He was certain that Pep loved him. After all, Pep had told him so himself many times and he had promised that Bojan would always be safe and well looked after. He had kept those promises, although it wasn’t quite how Bojan imagined they would’ve been kept. But he was sure, he was positive, that Pep really, truly loved him.
Maybe he could stop asking so many questions, he had decided. He knew that he could pester people past their point of tolerance. He knew that he was just a curious person that liked to learn things, but he should definitely reign that in. Pep was tired after managing the squad all day and the pressures the club put on him. Bojan knew he should stop bothering Pep so much. He would make more of an effort to do that. He promised himself and he would’ve promised Pep as well, but the older man had told him to shut up and so Bojan stayed as silent as he could be on the other end of the sofa. He even tried to breathe as quietly as possible.
The bruise on his arm throbbed a bit as he shifted on the armrest. He looked down at the purple splotches of color on his skin and swallowed. Pep had been right to do that, he decided. He had been annoying that day; he should’ve been punished. That didn’t stop the mark from throbbing and from being warm to the touch. Bojan swallowed and looked back to the television. He didn’t want Pep to think he was sulking or pouting because of a little bruise. He would never see the pitch again if he was complaining about a little stupid mark.
---
Leo was the first one that noticed the mark the next day. He carefully tugged Bojan away from the others under the pretext of wanting to ask about lunch the next day. Leo leaned against the wall, sheltering Bojan from the rest of the changing rooms with as much of his body as he could.
“What happened to your arm? Who did it?” Leo asked, nodding towards the mark.
“What are you talking about?” Bojan pulled the sleeve of his shirt down, but because it was short, it didn’t cover the mark completely.
“I doubt you’d have grabbed yourself like that, so who did it? Who’s hurting you?” Leo asked again. His face was the perfect mask of concern and worry and anger.
Bojan shook his head. “I can take care of it Leo. Stop worrying.”
He smiled and tried to laugh it off, but Leo refused to laugh. Bojan side-stepped him after a small pat on the shoulder and returned to the dressing room. He guessed that no matter how many times he told Leo he could take care of it that Leo would continue to ask about him. He sighed. He should’ve worn the long-sleeved shirt instead that day.
Pep noticed him walking back from Leo’s side and he frowned.
---
“What lies were you telling him, hmm? What lies did you tell him?!” Pep asked in a shout, glaring down on Bojan’s crumpled form on the floor of his office.
“Nothing, I told him nothing!” Bojan returned, holding his side from where Pep had kicked him with his foot.
“You’re lying.” Pep said, his eyes cold and dark. Bojan swallowed hard.
Pep turned to walk away. Bojan worried for a moment whether or not he was going to come back and kick him again. When Pep sat down at the desk and pulled himself closer to it to resume his work, Bojan slowly pulled himself up to lean against the wall. His breathing was pained from the well-placed kick in his ribs.
Bojan was as subtle as he could be when he pulled his shirt up to look at the bruises forming on his side. He bit his lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from where his teeth sank into the flesh. The large purple mark was growing and Bojan could only guess how bad it would be by the time morning came around. There was no way he would be able to hide that from Leo’s, or anyone else’s, eyes.
Bojan waited for Pep to dismiss him and he could only guess how long that would be. He listened to the small clock on Pep’s desk tick away and he tried to ignore the pain in his side. He could hear Pep’s pen making notes on some sort of document on the desk and he swallowed. He had not been dismissed which meant that his punishment would be severe if he were to simply get up, walk out, and leave. If he made it as far as the hallway, Pep would undoubtedly catch him and drag him back inside and then really kick him, smack him, and otherwise hurt him for leaving.
He swallowed and tried to remember what exactly he had done wrong this time. Pep must’ve been referring to when Leo and he had a private moment earlier. A moment of panic struck Bojan. Had Pep heard the conversation? Is that why he was upset now? Bojan let the anxiety build in him until he couldn’t help it.
“I’m sorry, Pep.”
He didn’t even bother to look up from his paperwork.
“I know. You’re always sorry.” He sighed and Bojan swallowed nervously.
“I am sorry. I don’t mean to be bad.” He tried quietly but Pep looked up angrily at that.
“Well perhaps, just once, you could try and correct your behavior beforehand, hmm? That way you don’t have to keep lying to me about how sorry you are. Your behavior would be corrected and there would be no need for an apology, would there?”
Bojan swallowed. “No, Pep. There wouldn’t.”
“Good. Then do that and then you can stop being so damn sorry.”
Bojan watched him go back to work and he felt his throat thicken with emotion. Pep didn’t like tears.
“Can…can I go?”
“Yes.”
Bojan stood and left the office. He softly shut the door behind himself and progressed down the corridor. He kept his footsteps as quiet as could be so that Pep wouldn’t be disturbed further.
Pep loved him. Bojan kept telling himself that and was pleased with himself for remember that fact as he left the grounds to return home.
Fandom: RPF – Football
Characters: Pep Guardiola/Bojan Krkic; Lionel Messi
Rating: PG-13 See Warnings!
Prompt: Domestic Abuse // Apathetic
WARNINGS: domestic abuse, dark themes, angst, victim-blaming
Words: 1063
A/N: I highly recommend listening tothis song because it helps the mood and it’s what I was listening to. This is the darkest (so far) of my
dark_bingo fics and for that reason if you’re squicked by domestic abuse or violence, you should probably skip this one. Takes place when Bojan was still at Barça.He was certain that Pep loved him. After all, Pep had told him so himself many times and he had promised that Bojan would always be safe and well looked after. He had kept those promises, although it wasn’t quite how Bojan imagined they would’ve been kept. But he was sure, he was positive, that Pep really, truly loved him.
Maybe he could stop asking so many questions, he had decided. He knew that he could pester people past their point of tolerance. He knew that he was just a curious person that liked to learn things, but he should definitely reign that in. Pep was tired after managing the squad all day and the pressures the club put on him. Bojan knew he should stop bothering Pep so much. He would make more of an effort to do that. He promised himself and he would’ve promised Pep as well, but the older man had told him to shut up and so Bojan stayed as silent as he could be on the other end of the sofa. He even tried to breathe as quietly as possible.
The bruise on his arm throbbed a bit as he shifted on the armrest. He looked down at the purple splotches of color on his skin and swallowed. Pep had been right to do that, he decided. He had been annoying that day; he should’ve been punished. That didn’t stop the mark from throbbing and from being warm to the touch. Bojan swallowed and looked back to the television. He didn’t want Pep to think he was sulking or pouting because of a little bruise. He would never see the pitch again if he was complaining about a little stupid mark.
---
Leo was the first one that noticed the mark the next day. He carefully tugged Bojan away from the others under the pretext of wanting to ask about lunch the next day. Leo leaned against the wall, sheltering Bojan from the rest of the changing rooms with as much of his body as he could.
“What happened to your arm? Who did it?” Leo asked, nodding towards the mark.
“What are you talking about?” Bojan pulled the sleeve of his shirt down, but because it was short, it didn’t cover the mark completely.
“I doubt you’d have grabbed yourself like that, so who did it? Who’s hurting you?” Leo asked again. His face was the perfect mask of concern and worry and anger.
Bojan shook his head. “I can take care of it Leo. Stop worrying.”
He smiled and tried to laugh it off, but Leo refused to laugh. Bojan side-stepped him after a small pat on the shoulder and returned to the dressing room. He guessed that no matter how many times he told Leo he could take care of it that Leo would continue to ask about him. He sighed. He should’ve worn the long-sleeved shirt instead that day.
Pep noticed him walking back from Leo’s side and he frowned.
---
“What lies were you telling him, hmm? What lies did you tell him?!” Pep asked in a shout, glaring down on Bojan’s crumpled form on the floor of his office.
“Nothing, I told him nothing!” Bojan returned, holding his side from where Pep had kicked him with his foot.
“You’re lying.” Pep said, his eyes cold and dark. Bojan swallowed hard.
Pep turned to walk away. Bojan worried for a moment whether or not he was going to come back and kick him again. When Pep sat down at the desk and pulled himself closer to it to resume his work, Bojan slowly pulled himself up to lean against the wall. His breathing was pained from the well-placed kick in his ribs.
Bojan was as subtle as he could be when he pulled his shirt up to look at the bruises forming on his side. He bit his lip hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from where his teeth sank into the flesh. The large purple mark was growing and Bojan could only guess how bad it would be by the time morning came around. There was no way he would be able to hide that from Leo’s, or anyone else’s, eyes.
Bojan waited for Pep to dismiss him and he could only guess how long that would be. He listened to the small clock on Pep’s desk tick away and he tried to ignore the pain in his side. He could hear Pep’s pen making notes on some sort of document on the desk and he swallowed. He had not been dismissed which meant that his punishment would be severe if he were to simply get up, walk out, and leave. If he made it as far as the hallway, Pep would undoubtedly catch him and drag him back inside and then really kick him, smack him, and otherwise hurt him for leaving.
He swallowed and tried to remember what exactly he had done wrong this time. Pep must’ve been referring to when Leo and he had a private moment earlier. A moment of panic struck Bojan. Had Pep heard the conversation? Is that why he was upset now? Bojan let the anxiety build in him until he couldn’t help it.
“I’m sorry, Pep.”
He didn’t even bother to look up from his paperwork.
“I know. You’re always sorry.” He sighed and Bojan swallowed nervously.
“I am sorry. I don’t mean to be bad.” He tried quietly but Pep looked up angrily at that.
“Well perhaps, just once, you could try and correct your behavior beforehand, hmm? That way you don’t have to keep lying to me about how sorry you are. Your behavior would be corrected and there would be no need for an apology, would there?”
Bojan swallowed. “No, Pep. There wouldn’t.”
“Good. Then do that and then you can stop being so damn sorry.”
Bojan watched him go back to work and he felt his throat thicken with emotion. Pep didn’t like tears.
“Can…can I go?”
“Yes.”
Bojan stood and left the office. He softly shut the door behind himself and progressed down the corridor. He kept his footsteps as quiet as could be so that Pep wouldn’t be disturbed further.
Pep loved him. Bojan kept telling himself that and was pleased with himself for remember that fact as he left the grounds to return home.
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