This little story is based off of a post I made about Anti liking onesies. I couldn’t help myself since I found the entire thing really adorable. Thank you @jiminy-krispies for sharing these lovely ideas and creds to you for also giving me a few ideas on how to write this out.
I guess there’s sort of Danti implied but you can either take the interaction as platonic or romantic, whichever you prefer.
I’m tired but I wanted to finish this before I went to bed, so it may not be the best thing ever but I did it! Yaaaay.
Anyway, enjoy! x
Anti is alone. Not by choice of course; Dark said he was going to be gone for about a week for ‘business reasons’. Anti doesn’t really care why Dark is leaving, he’s just glad that he gets the house to himself. Why?
Because if Dark isn’t around, that means he can wear his onesies.
Several months ago, Anti got himself some onesies. He saw them at the store and couldn’t resist the incredible temptation. He barely even made it through the door before he slipped one on and started sliding around the house with it. This didn’t come with a price, however. When Dark came home that day to find Anti, a grown man, sliding around the floors of their house with a onesie on, he certainly had a lot to say.
The amount of times Anti was called something along the lines of ‘childish’ was uncountable.
After that, Anti made sure to prove that he was an adult and capable of being ‘more mature’. After telling Dark that he got rid of the onesies, he was never seen in one again and didn’t even mention them.
Instead, he just hid them hidden in a box in his closet, keeping them for a time where he would be alone and could wear them once more.
What, did you really think he would get rid of them? Silly.
Of course, now that Dark won’t be home for a week, Anti takes this as the perfect opportunity to bring out his beloved onesies. The second he’s certain that Dark isn’t coming back for another seven days, he dashes into his room faster than the speed of light and practically rips the box open. As soon as the soft fabric of the pyjama is between his fingers, a beaming grin spreads across Anti’s face.
“This is gonna be fuckin’ epic,” he chuckles, eyes gleaming with childish excitement.
It’s only minutes before Anti has one on and is proudly admiring his appearance in a mirror in the washroom. The onesie is that of a bright green dinosaur with a yellow patch on its belly and red spikes going all the way from the top of his hood, down to the bottom of its green tail. There’s even a face on the hood with little white teeth sticking out of it. The green-haired male throws the hood over his head, getting some hair in his eyes and the fabric falling down to his nose.
“This fuckin’ hood is so big, I could fit two of my heads in here,” he grumbles to himself, pushing it up and brushing his hair away. However, he quickly finds himself giggling as he begins to shake, the little tail coming out of his lower back jiggling with his movements. “Time to go slidin’!” he cheers.
Anti spends hours after that, doing nothing but sliding around the house in different rooms, allowing the fabric beneath his feet to carry him swiftly across the smooth flooring. He laughs and giggles, the sound overlaying and even glitching slightly with his growing excitement. It’s the most fun he’s had in weeks.
Once he’s too tired to keep going, Anti grabs himself some blankets and pillows and crashes on the couch, curling up in the warmth and coziness the clothing provides. Anti has never felt more content.
The next day is another new adventure in another onesie. Today, Anti is wearing a black onesie with a skeleton on the front and back in a bright green color. This one doesn’t have a hood but still covers his feet, so he’s still able to slide across the floors.
This time, Anti decides to make things even more interesting for himself. He gets a large piece of wood and draws a bullseye on it with a thick black marker. Once he’s satisfied, he hangs it up on the wall and gets his collection of small knives. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Anti slides across the floor and attempts to throw all his knives into the center of the target.
Needless to say that, by the end of the day, there are many holes in the wall where the makeshift bullseye is. Anti is passed out on the floor beneath it, curled up into a ball while holding himself and his beloved knives scattered around him, both on the floor and stuck in the wall.
For the next few days, Anti continues to occupy himself with different activities, all of them revolving around his onesies somehow, whether that is using them to slide around or for comfort. When the seventh day finally arrives, the green-haired male seems to have lost track of time. He’s forgotten that Dark is scheduled to come home.
Anti is wearing a bat onesie this time. There’s fabric between his arms and torso, acting as wings. He’s sliding and dancing around the house to some silly music and giggling at himself like a dork. Hell, he’s having the time of his life and is completely unaware of the familiar figure standing in the doorway, watching him with amusement.
It takes a solid five minutes before Anti finally notices Dark standing at the entrance of the room, watching him with a mocking grin. The green-haired male freezes in his movements and the radio from which the music is playing begins to glitch with Anti’s surprise. Dark releases a deep chuckle and holds his hands behind his back in a professional manner. He tilts his chin upward, as if attempting to fluster Anti even further.
“I thought you said you’d gotten rid of them?” he questions, his eyes gleaming with mock, “Something about ‘being an adult’ if I remember correctly?”
Anti looks away from Dark and down to the floor, finding it much more interesting than his friends face. The radio has glitched into silence at this point, seemingly weighing down on Anti. He attempts to kick the ground as a distraction, but his foot only slides across the floor and he loses his balance, nearly slipping onto his backside. Dark’s grin widens.
Anti glares at him harshly, face still displaying the shades of his embarrassment. Dark lets a sigh scape his lips.
“Anti, I really couldn’t care less if you want to wear those silly pyjamas. Your little hobby doesn’t bother me in the slightest. You can dance around and slide across the floors all you’d like, I only enjoy teasing you but that really doesn’t mean that it should stop you from doing what you enjoy,” Dark suddenly says, releasing his hands from behind his back and bringing one up to gently brush some hair away from his eyes.
Anti’s eyes soften at his friend’s words. There’s a moment where conflict is seen within him but it is quickly replaced with delight and excitement, almost as bright as the day Dark left for his little trip.
“However,” Dark says, tilting his head downward and looking at Anti sharply. The green-haired male’s face forms an expression of confusion and Dark continues,”I wiLL nOt ToLEraTe YoU ruIniNG mY wAlls, UNderSToOd?”
Shadows are cast across Dark’s face, giving his eyes a redish tint. He speaks through gritted teeth and is leaned forward slightly, looking down at Anti with sharp eyes. The air seems to have gotten thicker and Anti simply nods.
“Good, otherwise I will have your head on a silver platter,” Dark threatens before taking in a steady breath to recompose himself, “Oh, and if I find any of those things lying around, I will burn them.”
Anti’s jaw drops and he clenches his fists, eyes gleaming dangerously, “If ya dare try to burn any of my onesies, I’ll kill ya!” he threatens.
“Don’t leave them laying around and we won’t have a problem,” Dark finalizes, his tone signifying that it is no longer open for discussion, “now, go enjoy yourself – without being too reckless. I still have to clean up the mess you’ve made with my wall,” Dark grumbles unhappily.
Without needing anything else to be said, Anti dashes out of the room, nearly crashing into several pieces of furniture as he does so. Dark can hear his giggles becoming distant and muffled the farther he gets from the room.
For the next few weeks, Anti slowly gets used to the idea of being comfortable enough to wear his onesies around Dark without being relentlessly teased about them. Dark still teases him here and there, but not enough to make his friend want to hide them again.
About a month after the confrontation, Dark sighs after the wall that was once filled with holes is finally fixed. He admires it from a distance, being sure that the paint covering it looks just right and that the holes are no longer apparent. A small smile appears on his lips – he’s content with how it turned out.
Suddenly, Anti comes sliding across the floor and into his sight, standing right in front of the spot he was just admiring. He’s wearing his dinosaur onesie and a wide grin is on his face. Dark notices his hands being held behind his back and lifts a curious brow the sight.
“Look, Dark, I found one for ya! It’s a devil onesie!” Anti cheers, pulling his hands out from behind his back. He holds the black fabric up in front of him, allowing it to roll down to the floor. It’s entirely black with the exception of the pointy red tail and horns sticking out of the lower back and the top of the hood, “You’d be so comfy!”
There’s a moment where Dark re-evaluates his choice to be accepting of Anti’s childish obsession. However, after seeing the bright, toothy smile on his friend’s face, he simply lets out a sigh and internally smiles.
“Anti, if you put that on me I will burn you along with all of your onesies.”