ikesta/mystike stories🧡💙

In good arms

Even before the moment Ike had opened his eyes, he knew it would be a had day. He woke up in a cold sweat, it felt like there was a heavy ball in his stomach that made him want to throw up. Maybe he was feeling this way because of the nightmare he just experienced. Well whatever that it was making him feel that he was worthless at 5 in the morning, he certainly did not appreciate it. But he cared way too much about his attendance record to stay back home, although as he bent his knees and propped himself up, a vigorous wave of nausea suddenly attacked him.

Nope, he's absolutely not getting up. After checking his temperate and discovering that he was actually fine, Ike still didn't want to get up. After all, his morning started utterly horribly and he was completely convinced that if he got up he'd immediately break his spine while throwing up. He persevered and ignored his inner demons, managing to crawl and get some medicine. Just when his mother had knocked on his door to awaken Ike for classes, he was about to drown back into his bed and fall to peace but instead bolted awake because of the sudden noise of his mothers knuckles against his wooden door. The poor boy didn't bother telling her to come in or anything, to shorten it up he simply told :

" I'm not feeling well right now mom, I don't think I can head out today. Sorry"

His mother was luckily very understanding and turned away, saying "alright honey, take some medicine. I'll be on my way to work, call me if anything goes wrong" and left with a smile that Ike unfortunately could not see.

After a bit more than 1 and a half hours of suffering, Ike managed to fall asleep again in hopes of feeling a bit better after a bit of rest yet he had somehow awoken around 6 hours later, a lot longer than he had intended to nap. Turning over to check his phone, he was surprised to see almost 30 messages and 6 missed calls. Around 14 messages from all his friends and 3 calls from 3 of his other friends. Ah and.. the remaining 16 texts and 3 calls came from his boyfriend, Mysta Rias.

>My love🧡

Why aren't you in today?

Ikey wifey????

I miss youuuuuuu

Are you sick????

[incoming call]

Similar messages were sent again by his lover and his friends, he clenched his fist. God he loved this boy so much. He decided to respond through a call but before he could even press the call button, he heard a key being hurriedly inserted into his front door lock. He initially thought his mother was back from work early, but those thoughts quickly vanished when he heard a sweet voice yelling his name in a worried tone.

"Ike? Where are you? Are you okay?"

He quickly sat up and surprisingly was not hammered by a surge of nausea, which allowed him to quickly stand up and open his door to let his lovely boyfriend check up on him. Ike peeked his head through his door, letting a fluffy tuft of hair to poke out which seemed to have caught his man's attention.

"Ike!! My fucking god, what the hell happened?"

The detective appeared to be VERY concerned. He walked over to his boyfriend and held his hands tightly.

"Baby? You had me worried sick! You always message or call me if anything happens, so what came up today?" Mysta looked into Ike's eyes with 'troubled' written all over.

Ike looked down as if he was too embarrassed, and pulled Mysta in for a firm hug. Warm arms were wrapped around Ike's head as he felt a soothing and relaxing sensation engulf his body. He in return held Mysta's waist and pulled the boy closer, closer.

Ike was touch starved the entire day so the warmth provided by his favorite detective-in-the-making was beyond irresistible. He felt gentle, smooth lips gliding across his forehead and even gentler arms pulling and securing him in place, locking his head into the area between Mysta's head and shoulder which he fit into perfectly. Ike inhaled Mysta's scent like it was oxygen, they stayed like that for a good while until Mysta spoke up:

"Let's go sit, cmon. My legs are tired..."

There was that smile, the smile that Ike would break every bone in his body to see.

"Waaaaah... okkkkk"

Ike reluctantly untangled his arms from Mysta's waist and soon after both on them were seated on Ike's bed covered with a blanket, legs intertwined under the covers. Mysta's bag was thrown away somewhere in Ike's bedroom but they couldn't care less. Immediately once again, Ike clung onto Mysta and embraced him tightly, he practically jumped or tackled Mysta and got in return a yelp which he was all too familiar with (he loves hearing Mysta's sounds (; )

Quite a few minutes pass and the lovebirds are cuddled up watching something on the relatively small tv in Ike's bedroom, when Mysta remembers he forgot to ask what had been bothering Ike so much. So he did exactly so. While squishing Ike's cheeks between his index and thumb, ignoring the whine of protest (or maybe delight) Mysta asked,

"Babe, y'know you looked pretty upset when I saw you.. did something bad happen?"

The person in question lightly laughed and left a series of kisses across Mysta's face, his face all scrunched up but still smiling was adorable.

"Nothing, I was just feeling sick. Thanks for asking darling"

With a small chuckle, Mysta raked his hands gently through Ike fluffy hair. A very comforting act which made Ike instinctively nuzzle into the warm touch of his sweet boyfriend.

"You're welcome, are you feeling better now?"

A barely noticeable nod followed by a quiet 'yeah' from this adorable man in his arms made Mysta's heart beat faster. He gave Ike a good kiss on the cheek and soon after brought his lips to the others once more, they locked eyes for a full second, staring at each others beauty and admiring the eyes that they had fell for before leaning in and finally closing the gap between them.

As they pull apart, Mysta takes note of how Ike never lets him pull apart too far. It's the same case for this heartwarming moment as well, Ike pulls him into a secure embrace that makes Mysta feel like no danger could ever reach him, or no person could ever harm him. He puts his arms around Ike's neck and hears a soft breath whispering a chain of words into his ear.

"I love you, Mysta"

He smiles for the nth time that day and responds with the same amount of fondness in his words.

"I love you too, Ikey Wikey"

That's when Ike finally realizes that this obnoxious goofy-goober that he loves so much, his silly little detective that puts a smile on him everyday, would love him always. And he too, would love his cookie forever.

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This took so fucking long because I kept forgetting. Also could you tell that I was projecting again.

And thank you sososososososososo much for 1,000 views!!