“You know, I knew we were going to…” Ango, despite still sounding very much coherent, was starting to make more pauses while talking than usual; a sign Mushitarô had learned meant he was drunker than it may look like. “Get along?” That was one way to put it, sure. “With the whole ‘a friend who’s no longer there’ thing.” “Ah. Yes.” Mushitarô answered, glancing up from his own glass and in Ango’s direction. There wasn’t much to add yet, after all. “But… I loved him.” The pause that followed wasn’t uncommon because it happened, but because of how much it started to stretch. So… either he had underestimated the state Ango was in or awkwardness was kicking in for both of them equally.

Mushitarô sort of wished the first reason was the truest, despite knowing otherwise. “I mean-- you know. Of course I’d love a friend, but… Mushi-kun, you know what I mean. I mean… you know… right?” He obviously did, and if Mushitarô didn’t respond quickly, it wasn’t due to having had his own share of alcohol. Even if he would totally blame having been drinking if asked. Ranpo and Poe calling him that was something he was getting more used to, more or less. Definitely more than right then, with Ango. And Mushitarô might not say much about it, but the mere fact he allowed them to use such a nickname already spoke volumes. Or at least he hoped so, because expressing the meaning out loud still seemed pretty much mortifying. “I know what you mean, yes.” He said, simply and plainly. There was no ‘It was the same for me’ but there was hoping it was obvious too. After all, if he were to be fully frank about feelings of fondness, Mushitarô might as well leave those for Yokomizo as a well-known secret and speak about the present instead.

mushiango + things you said when you were drunk
#bsd #mushiango
(ft: other shippy crumbs)

ao3 fanfic titled ‘lit by the moon (his dead man’s hand)’ by littencloud9 summary: "Shut the fuck up," Mushitarou mutters. Any bit of distraction could make him lose sight of Yokomizo. "He's right there." "...Who?" Mushitarou's head snaps over to Ango's, a snarl on the tip of his tongue. However, his aggression fizzles out the moment he makes eye contact with the other man, who is watching him through the lenses of his glasses, lips pursed in confusion and concern. For just a split second, Mushitarou sees Yokomizo, in the drooping, downturned eyes paired with strong eye bags from sleepless nights. Ango's eyes reflect the lamp's weak lighting, and the shade it produces is one Mushitarou hasn't seen in a while but would recognise anywhere. A soft gold. or, to be remembered is to be loved. to have loved is to be haunted day 4: grief

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🔍 [T] 7k || mushiango
🔍 written for day 4 or
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: grief

archiveofourown.org/works/60779296

“Oh, come on.” Mushitarô said, glancing up and down in Ango’s direction. “You deserve a day off, please just take it.” “But–” Ango tried to counter, emphasis on ‘tried’ because he was already expecting it (how not to) and thus had come to their current conversation ready; he was going to make his partner take a break and wouldn’t hesitate on calling in the big guns if necessary. “Darling, you look terrible.” That was an understatement, actually. There were very prominent dark circles under Ango’s eyes, which he was currently struggling to keep open on top of that, his hair was an absolute mess and there was a coffee stain on his shirt (something which might as well count as a punishable offense, and would have been almost literally it were that one of the shirts Mushitarô had gifted him).

“Come on.” He repeated, closing the small distance between them in a couple of steps and cradling Ango’s face between his hands. “They’ll survive without you. And if not, then it’s their problem.” Despite everything, Ango let out a brief snort, making Mushitarô smile. He got this, there was only a bit more convincing left to do. “I wouldn’t want to inconvenience Tsujimura-san, at least.” And… jackpot. “I’ll sort things out with her, don’t worry.” In fact, Mushitarô already had a plan for that, and little to no doubt about how he would be getting her to say yes to it.

mushiango + “you deserve a day off, please just take it”
#bsd #mushiango

weeeee
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