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#i’m actually thinking about angsty delancey stuff but you asked for ikeshot so you shall receive
noxexistant · 10 months
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ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST
sometimes, hotshot feels like he’s playing second fiddle in ike’s world. which, well, he is. and hotshot should be used to being second, just the same as he is in brooklyn’s hierarchy, in his whole life, and really it usually doesn’t bother him. but sometimes it wears him down. between everyone in brooklyn only listening to spot and ike’s world revolving around his brother, hotshot gets it in his head sometimes that he doesn’t matter at all. he doesn’t do anything for brooklyn aside from repeat spot’s orders and try and go by their word for his own, ike’ll blow him off without a word if mike needs him more - he just gets distracted, hotshot knows, he doesn’t mean it, he’s just so used to dropping everything for his brother - and hotshot’s nothing. a placeholder, the sort of thing that could be taken away without really affecting anything else.
so. hotshot goes a few days without being able to get ahold of ike at all. he passes message after message to manhattan that he wants to meet ike on the bridge like they usually do, wants to know if he’s free that night, wants to know if he can just come see ike, but only ever gets passed messages back that ike can’t make it then for some reason or another. he’s busy, he’s tired, he’s told everyone that he’s not seeing anyone tonight, told everyone to tell hotshot that he’s sorry but he can’t meet for a while. like he expects hotshot to just wait.
ike is wildly relieved when things finally blow over for him - maybe mike was sick or something, maybe it was a whole bunch of things that kept him busy and stressed beyond belief - and how much he missed hotshot crashes over him like a wave. he immediately tries to return any of those messages he’s been blowing off, tries to get message to hotshot that he wants to meet again - wants to make it up to his boyfriend, kiss him until he can’t breathe, hold him for hours to make up for the time they’ve been apart and apologise until his tongue goes numb. he wants to explain himself finally, rather than the silence he’s been unintentionally providing. but now it’s his messages that aren’t going through - everyone brooklynside is only offering shrugs, saying they don’t know where hotshot’s at, blindly guessing that maybe he’s busy or something. nobody’s seen hotshot - but nobody seems to care.
and maybe hotshot can handle silence like this, can sit and wait like a second-in-command does, when ike goes missing. but ike can’t. he heads straight to brooklyn to find his boyfriend, who wholeheartedly believes nobody is looking.
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