Trapped inside(Anti x Mark)

Ch 8.5 (Domestic fluff)

Bonus chapter. My friend BD requested a domestic danti chapter, so I said yes but I'm going to try to write based on pov's. Enjoy 😊!

Dark's POV:
The morning light shown through the part in the curtain and right onto my eyes. I sat up, pulled the blanket off me and swung my legs to the floor. My knuckles, back, knees, hip and neck made popping noises as I lazily stretched. Anti was still asleep or at least trying to be from me shaking the bed so much as I got up for the day. They looked so peaceful; like a small child, precious and innocent. Their alabaster skin almost glowed with purity against the contrast pomegranate sheets in our dim bedroom. A loving smile crept it way across my face as I wiped sleep from my tired eyes.

"Do you want some breakfast my love?" I groggily said with my cracking morning voice. Honestly in the mornings, Anti probably could tell the difference between me and a 14 year old boy. The cracking and the way my voice breaks made me feel uncomfortable so I tried to keep talking to a minimum, at least until I got some coffee.

"mmmhhh" Anti mumbled while they turned over, pulling the covers their head. I swallowed the lump in my throat then answered.

"Got it. Don't worry love." I smiled as a I tried to stand up for the first time this morning. I wobbled a bit but when I got to the bedroom door I was steadied. Walking down our long hallway, I couldn't help but smile and be thankful that I'm back to my normal self. 

   My soul was trapped inside that shell of a man's man. I remember looking through his eyes at a bathroom mirror and just wondering if I would ever see my precious soul mate again. Anti was the only one who I thought of in that time, I never thought of how I miss our labyrinth of a house in the middle of nowhere or how sitting on the roof and looking up at the stars filled me with more determination and inspiration than any other physical object in this world ever could. I just missed Anti's. I needed to see their face again, I needed to see them smile, laugh or even just cry one more time. I needed to hear their voice, their laugh, their scream, just something. I thought I was never going to see my soulmate ever again. But when that shell became friends with that loud Irish, life became a little more bearable. I think his name was jack but I may be mistaken. He looked just like Anti's human form, he had my love's same crooked smile when he got an idea, he had the same twinkle I his eyes that told you he loved whatever they were doing, and the things I missed Anti the most for that Irish bastard taunted me with. The way the sides of their eye crinkled when they laughed. The way they moved their ears when they talked. The way their laugh had enough power to echo through your whole day and put a smile on your face that could stay there for weeks. I just missed Anti.

     I was trapped inside though I never lost hope that either I could save myself or Anti would save me. I knew was smart enough to find my human self and break them down. I just had to figure out how I could ever take back over. I tried breaking him down from the inside but he only worked harder and got help from professionals to restrain me. I tried to get him to stop eating but his friends and family stepped in to foil my plans. Lastly I tried making him think of Anti, sadly that only made him film more let's plays with that Irish bastard. And to make all of this even worse, the dumbass was straight. As straight as straight could be. While I was with him he didn't even once have a sexual relationship with any male but himself. It was a little fun though to watch him question himself when I had him think about Anti so much. I watched him check out guys then freak himself out and then google naked women. I wanted to barf from the sight of those women.

      When I entered the kitchen I saw that even in my absence, Anti still kept it how I liked it. The fridge was nicely stocked, the cabinets were still in order and the dishes were done.

    I knelt down and got my favorite mixing bowl, my favorite wooden spoon that I used for more than just cooking, and the pancake mix. I heated up our little old griddle and spooned some batter out into little circles. Next I brewed a pot of coffee. Coffee is Anti's favorite drink, I've seen him drink a whole pot before. And what I find weird is the caffeine in it doesn't affect them. Their always just jumpy and jittery with or without the bean juice. I've never understood how but I'm just glad his personality isn't defined by caffeine. Now myself on the hand, I could never drink that much coffee, I find that the caffeine messes me up. I shake and talk fast, it's just a bad time for all.

     I set the table with their favorite syrup and my favorite butter, along with some fruit and the dark green mug I got Anti for Valentine's Day a couple years back (it matched with his hair). A romantic idea struck me as I organized the silverware, breakfast in bed. I dug through a cabinet and found two of our tray table and set them up just like I set the dining table. The trays the definition of fine breakfast dining, they looked amazing. Is it weird to be so proud of someone to make them a breakfast that you are even proud to make them eat? I don't know but I'm just so happy to be back.

     I grab my tray and bring it into the room as quietly as I can. I set it on my bedside table and briskly leave to go get my love's tray. Anti was tossing back and forth trying to stay asleep, fighting with the smell of a beautifully made breakfast. I come back into the room with their tray and put it on their bedside table.

     "Anti..... wake up...... Anti." I said as I gently shook them. Anti jerked their body out of my grasp and turned over.

    "Come on babe. I made you and I breakfast in bed. Doesn't it smell good!" Anti pulled the deep red comforter over their head.

     "Ok. No. We are Not do doing this!" I stiffly said through clenched teeth as I pulled the comforter off of the grumpy body. But much to my avail Anti grabbed it back with one of their tentacles and, with what I would say it super strength, pulled the cover back over their head. They peaked their head out with closed eyes, hissed like a snake at me, then covered their head back up.

   "Uggggg... you always do this!" I yelled as I pulled off the cover one more time. Anti still tried to grab it but I was stronger. I ripped the comforter from their grip, threw it on the wood floor and jumped on them before they could grab the cover again. Anti squirmed under my weight as I pinned them to the sheets. Reaffirming my role as the more dominant of us two. Then their appendages wrapped around my waist, arms, and legs thus holding me up in the air above my angel.

   "I smell coffee." They whispered in a groggy tone as they gently laid me down on my side of the bed and grabbed the blanket from the floor. I sat up and positioned myself to sit cross legged. My love looked so peaceful when they slept, their body looked so soft and so gentle. I loved them so much. I crossed my arms and looked down at my sleeping angel.

   "Breakfast is ready." I rhetorically stated

   "I know I could hear you making it." They shot back.

  "Annnnnntiiiiiiiii!!! Geeeeettttttt uuuuuuuuup!" I drew out as I poked them.

   "Ok fine. You baby." They said as they sat up.

   "Akhhhh my stupid head." Anti complained.

   "Don't set up so quick then!" I nagged and laughed.

   "Whatever mom" They retorted.

  They sat up the rest of the way much slower than they started. I got up from my seat and walked around to their side of the bed. Their tray had only been shifted a little bit from the tussling and flailing that occurred prior. The breakfast was still warm, I gently sat it down on their lap and planted a small kiss on their forehead. But right as I turned to walk to my side, one of their appendages wrapped around my waist and pulled me back to them. I crossed my arms and looked down at my love. They smiled up at me and grabbed the collar of my shirt. They pulled me down and put a passionate kiss on my lips.

"I'm glad you're back."

"Me too."