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Calling Bruno Dad on Accident

Expansion on this post.

@i-will-eat-your-spleen asked for this and they're correct that I should've written more.

(Organized from most to least likely to call him dad)

Idk where to put the readmore oop

Narancia

Calls Bruno dad regularly. Sometimes even calls him mom.

He really sees the gang as a little found family, maybe moreso than anyone else, and leans into it.

Even though he does it all the time, he still gets embarrassed when he accidentally calls his friend, and boss, dad.

The worst time, in his opinion, was the first time he messed up and actually called Bucciarati mom on accident.

Bruno had just finished patching Narancia up after one of his first few solo missions. He laid his hand over the last strip of bandages he'd applied, spiralling around Narancia's upper arm, and patted gently to get his attention. "There, all better, right?" Bruno asked with a small smile. His tone was sweet and smooth and reassuring. Narancia looked up at him with uncertain eyes, still worried that Bruno would be mad at having to play doctor for him. Bruno's bright, clear blue eyes shone happily, no hint of frustration, and his words only denoted concern for his confidante. "Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

Narancia nodded and couldn't help but let a small smile cross his face at the kindness. A type of kindness he hadn't quite felt ever since... "Thanks, mom." It took a moment to realize what he'd said, but soon Narancia was nearly choking with embarrassment as he tried to backtrack. "I mean, um... Thanks, dad. Ugh... Shit.. No. No no no. Bucciarati. Thank you, Bucciarati, sir."

"Of course, Narancia," Bruno said, smiling pleasantly and trying with all his might to remain calm. He didn't want to further embarrass the already flustered Narancia, and tried to downplay his reaction, but he couldn't ignore the warmth spreading in his chest. His heart swelled with pride and affection, grateful that Narancia seemed so fond of him already.

~~~

Trish

She's probably the least flustered of the group when it happens.

She will jokingly call him dad quite often actually. Even still, she does get a little bit embarrassed when it slips out on accident.

The first time Trish called Bucciarati dad was very shortly after he had put his own life on the line for hers. That day had replayed and replayed in her mind. She could hardly wrap her head around anything that was happening in her life anymore, and the feelings of anxiety and uncertaintly only grew whenever she'd try to sleep. There was only one thing she was certain of anymore: that Bruno Bucciarati made her feel safe.

Since she couldn't seem to fall asleep unless she felt safe, it was time to track him down. It wasn't difficult; he was always nearby her, ready at a moment's notice to protect her if need be. At the moment, he was perched on one of the couches inside of Coco Jumbo, deep in thought and mulling over possible next moves. When Trish approached, Bucciarati offered her a warm smile, knowing that his thinking face often came off very aggressive.

"Can I sit with you?" Trish asked softly, a little embarrassed.

"Of course," Bucciarati said. "Is something wrong?"

Trish sat on the seat next to him and shook her head. "Not really. Just tired." As if to exemplify her point, she was interrupted by a yawn. "I just wanted to sit with you."

Bruno reciprocated the yawn, unable to withstand the apparent contagion of the phenomenon, and nodded. "As you wish, but I think I may be trying to get some rest in a moment so my company may not be thrilling."

"That's alright," Trish said softly. Shortly, she began to relax. Bruno's presence took a weight off of her shoulders and soon she was fighting to stay awake. Unable to continue the battle, she slumped over, leaning into Bruno's shoulder. She mumbled a hushed, "Goodnight, dad," before drifting off to sleep.

Bruno's words caught in his mouth. He didn't know what to say. When he looked over at the peaceful figure asleep on his shoulder, he closed his lips and stayed quiet. Though he had been tired, ready succumb to sleep himself, he stayed awake. His mind turning and heart pounding, unable to stop the dopey smile that crossed his lips. He'd never felt so much like a dad, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling.

~~~

Fugo

He may be the one who sees Bucciarati most as a father figure.

He is also the most flustered when he accidentally refers to him as such. Maybe because he's the one who always seems to say it in front of everyone else.

Will gaslight you and say there's no way he called Bruno dad.

"Eat up, boys," Bucciarati said with a flourish over the huge plates of pasta the waiter had just set on their table. "You've all been doing so well on your missions, so, of course, it's all on me." He smiled brightly at his team that was seated around the table. A chorus of thank you's rang out.

"Thanks, dad," Fugo said nonchalantly, not yet processing his error. A smile crept across Bruno's face, but he covered it by shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth, knowing just how embarrassed Fugo gets at such things. Narancia and Mista began to snicker between themselves, igniting Fugo's ire. "What the hell are you two laughing at?" he growled, just now realizing what he'd called Bruno.

"You called Bucciarati dad, dude," Mista said, backed up by a nodding and giggling Narancia.

Fugo's cheeks began to go red. "Um, no? Why would I do that?" he said, on the defensive. He began shoveling food into his mouth, hoping no one else noticed the bright red blush across his face.

"Come on, man, I do it all the time too. Don't worry about it so much," Narancia chimed in with a shrug.

"I'm not worried," Fugo said, his voice now scarily soft, "because that didn't happen." He felt his blush get even deeper, knowing that it was probably tinging the tips of his ears by now.

Narancia and Mista shrugged it off, continuing with their previous excited conversation, much to Abbacchio's dismay. Fugo finished his meal in a tense and embarrassed silence. Bucciarati couldn't help but focus on the warm, fuzzy feeling that surged through him every time he remembered what Fugo had called him.

~~~

Giorno

He can't figure out why it happens. He's only had bad father experiences. Why does he feel compelled to address Bucciarati as such?

It's more confusing than embarrassing for him.

When it comes out he usually just pauses for a moment to 'reboot' his brain.

Another restless night. Giorno's mind rattled with logistical issues and other anxieties. He had to talk through the plan again with someone, anyone, just to clear his mind. Giorno submitted to this thought and went to see if anyone else was awake at this hour.

Hopefully, he poked his head into the room Bucciarati was in. If he had his pick of who to talk through this with, he'd choose Bruno above anyone else. He couldn't help but smile when he saw that Bruno was still up as well. Giorno gently rapped his knuckles against the door, catching Bruno's attention.

"Hey, dad, can we-" Giorno paused when he realized what he said, mouth hanging open just slightly. He furrowed his eyebrows and pinched his lips together in thought. Why in the world would he say that?

Bruno sat silently as well, watching Giorno expectantly, waiting for him to finish his statement. He was almost too tired to catch what Giorno had said. Almost. The gears in his head turned as well, catching up to what had just been said. A smile crossed his face as he spoke up, "Yes, Giorno?"

Giorno cleared his throat. "I was hoping we could run through the plan for tomorrow again. I have a couple worries." Bruno nodded and gestured for him to sit and talk.

It was a lucky break for Bucciarati that Giorno was able to assuage his own anxieties just by talking through plans, as his mind was still focused on how he had been addressed earlier. What had made Giorno say that?

~~~

Mista

Mista calls Bucciarati dad only very rarely. It's only happened a few times, a number that's probably still in the single digits.

He goes silent for the rest of the day after it happens. He takes time to sort out his thoughts for once.

Gives Bucciarati a huge hug later in the day after realizing that he's just so thankful for what he's done. It spooks Bruno at first, but he quickly reciprocates.

"Ah, Mista, there you are," Bucciarati said, waving a greeting to the man he'd been looking for. "I'm sorry I missed your call, what did you need?"

Mista was a bit preoccupied and hardly thought before replying, "Oh, hey dad. I was just gonna-" The realization of his misspeak expunged all other information from his mind. What was he going to ask Bucciarati? "I was going to... I... I don't know," Mista's voice trailed off as he began to lose himself in his thoughts.

"That's quite alright," Bruno said with a polite smile. "Please let me know if you remember." Mista nodded at him, still looking confused and deep in thought. Bruno knew he needed a moment and let him be.

Throughout the day, Bucciarati noticed that Mista was uncharacteristically quiet. Just as he was about to find Mista and voice his concerns, Mista caught up with him.

In a flash, Mista pulled Bruno into a tight hug. At first, Bruno was surprised by the suddenness of the motion, but soon settled in and returned the favor.

"Thank you," Mista mumbled. It wasn't for anything in particular, but Bruno understood exactly what he meant. It was for nothing and it was for everything. He squeezed Mista a bit tighter for a moment before loosening his grip. It was still a moment before Mista felt ready to pull away, but Bruno didn't rush him.

After he pulled away, Mista thanked Bruno one more time before going back to his own business. The two never really talked about that moment; they didn't have to. For once, Mista felt entirely content in the message he'd conveyed in so few words.

~~~

Abbacchio

Technically speaking, has never accidentally called Bucciarati dad.

He was the only member who actually was an adult before joining, so he doesn't feel the same fatherly vibes from Bruno as everyone else.

Bruno has simply always treated him as an equal, which is so amazing to Abbacchio. He can't believe that Bruno picked him up at his worst and still treated him with respect.

So... He's never called Bucciarati dad before... But he did tell him he loved him once.

It was during one of his, unfortunately many, relapses into using alcohol as a crutch. Abbacchio hated himself for letting it get worse and worse, but in turn the stress made him fall even deeper. Now, here he sat on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the cold porcelain of the toilet and still nursing a bottle of wine. His face was smeared with the dark remnants of the bit of makeup that still clung to his face after a barrage of tears.

A knock at the door. "Go away," Abbacchio slurred, trying to sound like he hadn't been crying. His attempts failed and the words came out very much like a choked sob.

"I don't think I should," Bucciarati said softly, poking his head into the bathroom. Abbacchio covered his face and turned away, hoping his boss wouldn't have to see him like this. "May I sit with you?" Bucciarati asked, intending to do so regardless of the answer he was given and already seating himself on the floor facing Abbacchio.

"Do what you wanna do," Abbacchio mumbled. He took another big drink from the bottle in his hand, now trying to calm his nerves, fearing a punishment from his boss. Or worse... A disappointed talk. When the bottle left his lips, Bucciarati grabbed onto it and pulled it from Abbacchio's hand. The two sat in silence for a while, only interrupted by Abbacchio's infrequent sniffling.

It was Bruno who finally broke the silence. "You should come talk to me next time," he said softly, "I really do want to help."

"Right," Abbacchio said, his tone biting, "I'll come to you and you can scold me right away. I'm just a disappointment. I already know. I don't need you to tell me I'm a failure."

"Abbacchio, I'd never say that," Bruno said softly. He slid his foot forward to nudge Abbacchio's toes with his own. "You're not a failure, or a disappointment. You're just struggling and hurting and... And sick. You don't have to be magically better all at once." The words spilled out of Bruno's mouth with little thought, his concern drowning out his usual calculated nature. "You can get better over time. Little by little. You will get better, Abbacchio. You're strong and... And..." Bruno struggled for words, finding himself a little emotional, but he had said more than enough to resonate with Abbacchio.

"Bucciarati?" Abbacchio says, nearly a whisper, finally meeting the other man's gaze. "Thank you." He lets a small smile cross his lips. "And... And I think I... love you." As soon as the words left his mouth, his face contorted and he lunged toward the toilet bowl, the excess of alcohol forcibly leaving his system. Bruno had no time to process anything Abbacchio had said, but couldn't still his pounding heart as he leaned over to hold back the other man's hair.

Bruno didn't know if Abbacchio had meant it in a friendly sort of way or as something more, or if it was simply the booze talking, but he could never find the courage to ask for clarification.

Abbacchio claims he was much too drunk to remember anything from that night, but... Well... Only he knows if that's the truth.

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