#ritterlich

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[captainshunter]

@ritterlich sent : you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch!

scott had expected this reaction - and he knows it wasn't fair to lie to him , but wil had been about to get on a flight just after it happened and he hadn't wanted to worry him unnecessarily. not about this. IT'S THE WORST SERIES OF INJURIES HE'S EVER HAD , and in hindsight , saying it was just a scratch when he'd been in a fucking car crash that had ended with a broken leg and bone showing - was a pretty stupid thing to do.

"i know okay , i fucked up! but i didn't want you sitting on that plane , thinking i was dying or some shit. i couldn't -" wil has lost too many people ; fought tooth and nail to get through some serious shit and scott couldn't add to that. he wouldn't. he's sitting in a hospital bed , after having surgery just a few hours ago. the drugs they'd given him were keeping the pain at bay , but making it very hard to think straight.

all he can do is watch as wil seems to fall apart - exactly as scott had expected. he holds his hand out as if to say 'i'm here , i'm alive , i'm with you'. he doesn't mention the broken ribs yet , he's not sure that wil could process that , the arm fracture and broken leg were on display and that felt like enough.

"wil....baby look at me." his voice is soft now. "i'm sorry , it was a dick move. i thought i was protecting you."

[captainshunter]

@ritterlich liked for a small starter from luca

" it's my day off , so ...i made breakfast." a plant based omlet for wil - and chicken nuggets for scott because he was going through a safe food phase & luca did not judge. "also , started the coffee." AND MAYBE HAD MORE THAN ONE CUP HIMSELF - but then he's expecting to be called in ( one of his interns was slightly more nervous than most ).

[captainshunter]

@ritterlich sent : it's you. it's only ever going to be you.

it's like a dam breaking - that moment when scott realises everything he's been searching for , is right in front of him. his fingers brush slowly against wilhem's jaw ; bright eyes searching his. ( he feels like he's missed every sign - every thing pointing towards this ). his forehead rests against his best friends and he takes a shaky breath. he caresses every part of his face he can reach - trying to sort out every thought thats spinning around in his head like a carousel.

he feels it in his chest. 'it's only going to be you' - that was mutual. EVERY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP SCOTT HAS HAD , has failed , but one thing has been consistent. wil. always there. always having his back. loving him , silently whilst scott was struggling to piece things together.

fuck running - there's no way he's going to give this chance up. leaning forwards , his lips press against wil's with an urgency he hasn't felt in a long time. HIS HEART RACES , face flushing slightly. it's like a vow in a way ( 'im yours' ).

[captainewyork]

@ritterlich sent : ( sms ) : i miss you. 😭😭

( text : wil ) you've only been gone five hours ( text : wil ) i miss you too though ( text : wil ) can't sleep , the beds way too cold ( text : wil ) realising you're like the sun ( text : wil ) can i call you?

[captainewyork]

@ritterlich sent : ( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?

he hasn't slept in two nights & he knows wil has picked up on it. scott had tried this , moving back into his own place but every corner is haunted & even staying here long enough to find somewhere else felt impossible. HE KNOWS IT'S RIDICULOUS , but everywhere he looks he's reminded of everything that's gone down and he can't seem to fucking escape it. rolling over to grab his phone when it goes off , he almost sighs with relief seeing the message. yeah , wil sees right through him but right now scott needs that.

( text : wil ) yeah , i really need that ( text : wil ) meet me outside mine in ten? or however long it takes you to get here ( text : wil ) or i can meet you at yours?

[eiqhtyone]

@ritterlich sent : 「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them 😌😌

it had started months ago - a release for them both ( an escape ). a dance that had become far more intimate than either of them had ever initiated before , only to end up in bed , limbs entwined. IT WAS A SAFETY , in a way. an understanding between them both that this was comfort. this was peace. tonight? scott and kip's wedding had been the trigger. HE WAS PROUD OF WIL , for standing by his best friend , but he knows the ache , the wishing it was him. the same ache that ilya had gotten when they'd first seen those pictures of shane & rose.

"i have you." it's a whisper against wil's lips , fingers that curl into his shirt as their pressed against the wall. returning the kiss hungrily , his fingers unbutton wil's shirt. "i'll make it go away." IT COMES SO NATURALLY TO ILYA , seeking to rid wil of his pain , his thoughts - just as wil has done for them , countless times. once his shirts open , ilya surges forward , brushing lips against wil's chest , fingers tugging at his belt.

[eiqhtyone]

@ritterlich sent : ❛  how  about  i  heat  up  the  leftovers  in  the  fridge ?  ❜

there's a laziness in the way ilya rolls beneath the sheets , onto their side. he glances at wil through blurred eyes , trying to adjust to the morning light. "yes. just give me moment." the bed was too comfortable , and wrapped in wil's sheets , they don't want to move , not just yet. THERE WAS THIS EASINESS BETWEEN THEM. ilya doesn't feel like they do when they're performing on the ice for a crowd. that mask often dropped around wilhelm and ilya had long since accepted that easiness.

"come back to bed. is cold without you - leftovers can wait." ilya's stomach betrays them though , growling loud enough that it almost sounds like a plane taking off. "traitor." they mutter , glaring downwards for a moment , before they finally get out of bed , sheets still wrapped around their waist.