im really sad and hormonal right now my period startes so i can i request some daddy abba comfort pls 🥺 -💛
Awwww I’m so sorry to hear that my friend. Hopefully, Daddy Abba can make all the bad feelies go away <3 under the cut for menstrual things
➼ Abbacchio doesn’t really know a lot (if anything at all) about periods, but he does what he knows best to help ease the pain. He would fetch you painkillers and water, and let you lay on him while he rubs your tender lower stomach for you. You educate him a bit about your cycle and what things mean, and he just listens and nods along to your words. When you’re not around, he does more research on how to help you and tries to apply his knowledge. You were impressed when he shows up at your home with your favorite snack, a heating pad, and painkillers meant specifically to alleviate cramping.
➼ He would hold you close and press the heating pad to your stomach, cooing softly. “It’s alright, principessa. It’ll be over in a few days,” he would comfort, stroking your hair. He is usually not a man of very many words, but he will talk you down for as long as you need it. He understands that right now is a really emotional time for you because of the shift in your hormones, so he does what a good daddy would do and lets you talk about any negative feelings you’re having. He quells your fears, reminding you that you are beautiful and that your emotions are valid.
➼ He would be quite enthused to massage your lower back for you, as well as any other areas that are achy. He would tie up his hair in a cute ponytail before rubbing you, giving you a little smile for the day. Abbacchio hates seeing you in pain, so he is relieved when his touches soothe you. “That’s it, little one, let Daddy take care of you,” you would hear from behind you while his large, strong hands worked your muscles. Indeed, you’re in good hands while you’re on your period around Abbacchio <3
Can I request a scenario where Bruno comes home to his non binary partner and finds that they're a mess because someone has been purposely going out of their way to misgender them and call them hateful slurs and saying horrible things to them for a while, but they've been trying to hide it because they didn't want to bother him, and he goes apeshit?
Sorry, I know it's specific. Been dealing with a lot of misgendering because of the holidays and just assholes in general and it's been getting to me.
-enby anon
I can relate to you on that one, enby. I have a lot of family members that refuse to use my name and pronouns, and I’ve had to deal with that more because of the holidays. You are valid and your identity is valid, no matter what anyone says! I hope that you’re doing well and this scenario helps you feel a bit better! I did change the request a bit to fit how I think Bruno would actually react, I hope that you don’t mind. ❤️ Under the cut for length.
Bruno is immediately on his guard when he comes through the front door and he hears your soft weeping. He doesn’t even bother to hang up his coat before he strides into the kitchen. There, he finds you: his darling, his treasure, the love of his life, with your head in your hands, crying. He’s immediately at your side, his gentle hands holding your shoulders. “Caro,” he speaks to you softly, grabbing your attention. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” His brows knit together in concern, and he looks to you for an explanation.
You try to speak, but your voice catches on your words, your throat closing up. He soothing rubs your back. “Let yourself breathe... In through your nose, out through your mouth,” he instructs. You follow his suggestion, deliberately breathing, and find that it works. You begin to calm down enough to tell him about your situation. He pulls up one of the chairs from the table and puts it next to you. Bruno puts an arm around you, ready to listen to you.
The more you talk about what is happening to you, the stonier his eyes become. He is pained to hear about the person that keeps harassing you and making you feel uncomfortable. “Bambino... Why did you wait so long to tell me? You know that if I were aware, I would put an end to them disrespecting you like that.” You knew what he meant by that, and you shook your head.
“I didn’t want to make you worry... I didn’t want to make this your problem--”
“Darling.” He carefully takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tipping your tear-streaked face to look at his. He can’t stand your puffy red eyes or the worried line that forms between your brows when you’re stressed. The pain on your face when you talk about your gender--something you should be proud of--hurts him. “Your happiness matters to me. So, yes, this is my problem. If you’d allow me to, I want to say something to the person that’s been making you feel like this,” he professes, his voice with more of an edge that you’re used to. You are a little scared of what he would do or say to them, but you trust him.
You meet his eyes and you see the conviction in them. Slowly, you nod. “Please... help me confront them. I can’t deal with this anymore,” you choke out, another stream of tears falling down your cheeks. Bruno grabs a napkin nearby and gingerly dries your tears, looking at you with a worried but adoring expression the entire time.
“I will do anything for you.” Bruno’s voice cracks a bit, like he is feeling emotional as well. His eyes shimmer more than usual as he went on. “I won’t tolerate them hurting you any longer. We’ll fix this together,” he promises before kissing you as gently as a butterfly’s wings. He pulls you into a hug and lets you stay like that as long as you need.
Hi. I dont really know how to start this. But can you write something about being some sort of kindred spirit with Bruno? Like going through similar stuff, having similar values, being in a leadership position. Trying to get away from a past life. Learning the truth about a dirty secret, and living with guilt. What would romance be like, being someone similar? If this s/o was feeling down, would Bruno even try to cheer them up? If life came crashing down, if the flashbacks came at the same time every year, even if everyone around seemed so desensitized, would he even attempt to help? Or would they both just be so fucked up? I'm sorry this was long and kind of self-indulgent. If possible, I would like to be 🦅 anon.
Yes of course! Welcome to the anon gang!
Being a kindred spirit with Bruno would be so incredibly intimate. Being his loved one is already intimate enough, but having that spiritual connection with him would be the most fulfilling thing in the world. To have him look in your eyes and know that he’s seen a life very similar to yours is the most comforting thing. You never feel more safe and understood than when your love is by your side. He would definitely try to help you, even if nobody else noticed you were struggling, because he knows what you’re going through and knows that you can’t do it alone. If Bruno could be there for you, he would in a heartbeat, because that’s what you would do, too.
It’s been years since it happened to you. It’s been years, and you still hold your head and squeeze your eyes shut at the barrage of memories. The environment around you is different, but the weather outside mirrors the forecast of harder days. The words said that you shouldn’t have heard ring in your ears over and over, like a disorder. The ones that you should have said are twice as loud.
You can’t afford to be weak like this--you have people who depend on you. It’s your job to be diligent, to be a pillar of strength for those who are weak. People look up to you, and you can’t bear the thought of letting them down. To disappoint them is to disappoint yourself. The cold, bony hands of depression seized you with a vice-like grip easily. Even despite the strength you display, the fire inside you is not enough to shake its grasp, your flames doused easily.
You drag in a shaky breath, tears threatening to spill from your eyes for the first time in a very long time. Suddenly, you feel a soft hand on your shoulder, and you nearly jump out of your skin. You whip your head behind you to see Bruno standing there, his eyes sparkling with concern as he gazes at you. No words have to be said. He takes in your form near the window, gazing morosely at the landscape on the other side. Your eyes are still glistening from your unguarded moment.
Shame hits you hard and heavy. Out of everyone, you care about what Bruno thinks of you the most. Yet, he is the one who judges you the least. In its essence, it’s not the lack of judgment: he’s already passed judgment on you from the moment he met you, and from then, he knew that you had a good heart. In those emotional moments where you told him the bits and pieces of your past, he knew then that you both were one and the same. He fell in love with you quickly and even if he has to remind you over and over that you’re worth loving, he would do it until the end of time. There are many times when you’ve had to do the same for him.
Bruno looks at you, his hand comforting on your shoulder. When his eyes are on you, you feel actually seen. He doesn’t look through you, but at your soul.
“It gets easier as the years go by.” His eyes flicker from your face to outside. “Give it time... You’ll change, just like the weather outside.”
“Even if it changes, it always returns to the same conditions,” you retort, your brows furrowing. Don’t cry. Do not cry. Not in front of him. You will yourself to restrain your emotions.
“You never feel the same thing twice.” You cock your head, confused, and he elaborates.
“F. Scott Fitzgerald said, ‘There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.’ It’s applicable to many other parts of our lives, too.” With how earnestly he is beaming at you, you almost feel embarrassed. You feel a blush bloom on your cheeks, and he gives one of his small, rare smiles at your expression.
“The pain you felt in the past won’t be as strong in the present. That pain changes. It brings on different challenges, but also new ways to deal with those challenges,” he says, his voice gentle and almost matter-of-fact. You know that those words come from his heart--like you, Bruno has been through the wringer.
“Why do people leave?” you ask, more so to yourself rather than to him. Your voice cracks as you speak, and you try in vain to swallow the lump of emotion gathered in your throat. “Why do things have to fall apart? And why are people like you and me caught in the middle? Why doesn’t anyone else understand?” you ask with an increasingly upset tone, a single tear streaking down your face. You are looking back out the window now, your brain plagued by all of the hardship that you tried so hard to hold back.
Bruno is quick to brush that tear from your cheek. His own face is pained, but behind it, a glimmer of hope that he wants to impart onto you. He grabs your chin softly and made you face him. Your heart flutters at the gesture.
“No one will ever know. But what we do know is that there are people like you and I that stay.” You bite your lip, trying to shove down the emotion that threatens to tumble out of you. “We put things back together. We right wrongs because we’ve seen calamity. Taking care of others just ensures that we’re doing our best to make sure that nobody feels as horrible as we have,” Bruno tells you, reaching down to grab both of your hands in his.
“We’ve seldom seen calm, so we make our own.”
You shiver. Bruno’s words turn over and over in your mind, reminding you of every horrible thing that had lead you to that point. Against your will, you begin to cry. You try to hide it at first, looking away from him and withdrawing your hands. It isn’t hard for him to see, and he coos to you softly in Italian before drawing you into his arms. Your body trembles from the sobs, and he lovingly strokes down your shoulders to sooth you.
You lose track of how long you spend in Bruno’s arms, him cradling your head and letting you vent your emotions. He sees so much of his younger self in you, felt the same feelings as you and thought your thoughts. In the moment, you feel strange, like your body is melding into his. You feel like apart of something bigger than yourself and truly understood. For so long you felt like you were screaming and nobody could hear you. You’ve been heard, at long last.
Carefully, Bruno helps you to your feet and wraps an arm around you. Before you walk away with him, you gaze out the window once again. The scene is still the same as before, very little changing in the past few minutes. Though, something is different this time. The disquiet inside you was hushed, and you felt and all-encompassing warm feeling as you look away from the window and at Bruno’s inviting tan face, his warm hand gripping yours.
