#I’m not gonna tag em individually beyond that but ye \o/ | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

franklyshipping · 5 years ago

Text

Day 1 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Welcome to the start of this, my 2019 festive project. Last year, I did a mega Christmas fic, the year before I did a massive New Year's fic, and this year....you will all be getting an SFW, ego tickle fanfic every single day from the first of December, right up until the 25th, aka Christmas Day. I have been stressed as hell over this project, but I am still proud of it and I've enjoyed writing every segment, and I hope you all enjoy these fics too. Now, without further ado....let's begin, with Day 1!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch

In my view, festivities only really start in one particular fashion. With complete anarchy. Anti’s eyes were wide as he looked over the piles and boxes of gleaming decorations…that HE was in charge of. Tinsel, wreaths, baubles, ornaments, individual advent calendars, mini trees, strings upon strings of white, rainbow, gleaming, flickering lights, hand-made carvings and ceramics, plushies, festive throws, blankets, cushions, mini fricking train sets, stockings, bags of potpourris, candles, incenses, garlands, paper chains, mistletoe sprigs, holly bunches….and Santa hats. Rest assured, Anti intended on using EVERY single piece of decorative material before him, and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Now, I understand that you may be shocked at the notion of Anti solely being given the mammoth task of decorating every room of the Ego household, but you need not worry, he had help. Namely the organised, efficient Harold B. Darrensworth. However, as with any and all creative projects involving multiple brains, clashes can occur….and were occurring right now.

‘No! NO! ABSOLUTELY not! Those collections of tinsel do NOT mix colour wise, and they’ll be a FIRE risk if they’re draped about the main kitchen!’

Harold stomped his foot, his nostrils flaring as he stood with his arms folded at his chest and with distress on his face as he looked at Anti, who was whining at having his wild creativity repressed.

‘Well how else are we meant to decorate the main kitchen then?! We can’t leave the room fuckin’ bare, we wouldn’t be doin’ our damn job!’

Anti huffed whilst throwing a length of turquoise tinsel over his shoulder like it was scarf, folding his arms too. He knew Harold wanted to decorate well, and Anti did too, he wanted every inch of the place to be decorated to perfection….but it seemed that Anti’s and Harold’s perceptions of ‘perfection�� were a little different. Harold stalked up to Anti, and despite his shorter stature, squared up him as he straightened his spectacles.

‘I ASSURE you that I do not intend to leave ANY room undecorated! But you have to face facts! We MUST prioritise proper order and colour co-ordination, and that’s FINAL!’

Harold had his lips pursed as he looked up at Anti resolutely…but then what started off as a creative disagreement, turned into something a little more. Anti narrowed his eyes down at Harold. Don’t get him wrong, Anti loved the guy and the fact that he was just as dedicated to the decorating task as he was….but he was stubborn. Very stubborn, and frankly a tad arrogant with his bossiness. Anti could see that Harold saw himself as the authority of the venture, and Anti couldn’t have that, they were meant to be partners in this after all.

‘I hope you’re not trying to dictate to me Darrensworth, I don’t really take kindly to being told what to do.’

Anti’s voice had lowered to a growl as he stepped closer to Harold so he was very nearly looming over him….but of course Harold, stubborn as he was, stuck to his guns. He wasn’t going to let himself be intimidated!

‘With respect Anti, I’m afraid you’ll just have to SUCK it up!’

Harold’s shoulders were raised as he huffed out a determined breath through his nose, usually he wouldn’t use such crude language, but Anti just had to be told! Harold’s determined defiance however, was to be his downfall. In a flash Anti had snarled, gripped Harold by his shoulders, and pushed him against the nearest wall, pinning him there as his eyes flicked to black. Poor Harold yelped with shock, and the poor guy started to tremble, worrying that he’d actually angered Anti and brought out his wrath.

‘AH! O-O-Oh n-no I-I-I’m s-sorry I’m s-sorry! P-Please d-don’t h-h-hurt me!’

Harold stuttered as he looked up at Anti fearfully, and immediately Anti’s expression softened….I mean, he knew he could be scary, but to have Harold actually be terrified? Anti certainly didn’t want that! Anti’s cold expression morphed into a more playful sneer, and he squeezed one of Harold’s shoulders as he purred.

‘….well clearly me and you need to hang out more, I’m not gonna hurt you ya doof!’

Harold blinked a few times as he processed Anti’s words and the reassuring shoulder squeeze, and he bowed his head a tad embarrassedly at jumping to such a conclusion. Anti shook his head slightly, but then remembered why he’d pinned Harold against the wall in the first place; his voice dimmed into a low growl as he continued.

‘However…people who act like this big authority reeeeally rile me up. I have a thing ya see. A thing about people putting themselves on a bossy little pedestal…I just feel like I gotta knock ‘em off. D’ya understand me?’

Harold gulped as Anti raised an eyebrow down at him, very much expecting an answer from him. Harold of course burst out into apologetic babbles. I mean, he didn’t know exactly what Anti might or might not do to him…but Harold had had a glimpse into Anti’s wild creative mind and decided that the reasonable, safer option would be to concede as quickly as possible and hope that Anti would just want to carry on with the task at hand.

‘Uh huh, yes, I ENTIRELY understand you Anti, COMPLETELY in fact!’

As he spoke, Harold nodded with a shaky smile in place. He felt so flustered, whether it was Anti’s intimidating demeanour, the fact that he was trapped, or the implicit threatening nature of Anti’s words; Harold could just feel flustered chills going through his system. Anti meanwhile, was enjoying this very much. Seeing the ordered, neat Harold Darrensworth so frantic was very satisfying…but…Anti wanted to see more. He smirked as his plan formed in his mind, and he purred, leaning closer so he and Harold were nearly nose to nose.

‘Mmm…you say that but ah, well, words aren’t always the most trustworthy things. However, I do have a little method I use when it comes to properly knocking people off pedestals. How about I show ya?’

Before Harold could even open his mouth to protest and potentially persuade Anti against whatever his plan was…Anti’s hands had darted forward to Harold’s ribcage, where his fingers pinched and scratched at the area experimentally. Oh how Anti’s experiment was rewarded.

‘AAEEE! N-Nohoho nohohoho plehease n-nohot the tihickling not tihihickling!’

Harold bent double almost instantly in an attempt to escape Anti’s tickling digits, but now Anti was just eager beyond belief to tickle the order and serenity out of Harold Darrensworth.

‘Ohhhoho thihis is gonna be so much fun!’

Anti cackled evilly as he eagerly snuck his fingers under Harold’s shirt so he could scratch at his bare ribcage, which made Harold snort and attempt to jump and/or squirm away from Anti’s tickling…emphasis on the attempt part.

‘Nohoho noho l-l-lehehet mehehe gohoho!’

Harold was blushing a bright pink and pushing desperately at Anti’s chest, but the glitch was far too strong and determined to let any weak defence halt him for even a second. He cocked his head down at Harold fondly as he cooed.

‘Oh I don’t think sooo! Someone needs to learn not to be such a big bossy pants, yes they do yes they dooo!’

….needless to say, Harold had not expected Antisepticeye to baby-talk him, which was clear by his darkening blush and widening eyes. He ended up spluttering amidst his torrents of giggling.

‘Ihihi d-d-dohohon’t! D-Dohohon’t tahalk t-to mehe lihihike thahahat!’

As Harold wriggled desperately against the wall, Anti’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe how much the baby-talk affected him and how much it embarrassed the generally measured man! And you bet that Anti was going to use this information for a loooong looong time. Anti used his thumbs to massage Harold’s bottommost ribs as he got right in his face, cooing in the most babyish voice he could muster.

‘Ahaaaww what’s thiiiis? Can ickle baby Harold not take the tickly wicklies on his itty bitty ribbies? Poor baaaby, all mine to ticky tickle for ever and ever and ever!’

If dictionaries had pictures next to words and their definitions, Harold’s current facial expression would be depicted next to the word shook. His mouth and eyes were wide, his cheeks were crimson, and the noise that came out of his mouth was somewhere between a squawk and a squeal as his knees threatened to buckle.

‘Y-Y-YOHOU SH-SHUHUSH YOUR MOHOUTH!’

Harold cried, and also I need to correct myself; Harold’s knees no longer threatened to buckle, they did buckle. Harold crumpled to the floor consumed by his frantic giggles, and immediately started trying to scrabble away from Anti on his hands and knees; he had never looked more frantic in his entire life. Anti laughed aloud, this was too precious. He watched Harold’s cute, giggly, crawling form for a few seconds, before striding over and gripping one of his shins with a chuckle.

‘Where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yeeet!’

Harold squealed as Anti grabbed both his legs, playfully dragging him across the fluffy rug as Harold spluttered giddily.

‘N-Noho p-plehease let me goho let me go-EEEK!’

Harold had squealed, since Anti had moved to grip his thighs in prep to flip him over for more torso tickling…but now Anti found a more interesting target.

‘Well, well, well, what have we here Mr Darrensworth?’

Harold spluttered as he felt Anti straddle his butt, and stroke his fingers down the backs of his thighs; Harold was trembling and smiling and squeaking nervously.

‘N-Nohothihing i-i-it’s nohothing!’

It was SO not nothing. Harold’s thighs in general were prime tickle spots, but the backs of his thighs? Those were the real hot spots. Harold’s reactions were utterly melting Anti’s heart as he kept gleefully tracing the ticklish areas, very much enjoying Harold’s utter lack of decorum.

‘Oh? Then what’s with all those cute giggles? Did I miss a joke?’

Harold spluttered and whined into the carpet as he giggled harder, Anti’s teasing was REALLY not helping the situation…well, at least from Harold’s point of view. Harold’s mirth just kept on increasing as Anti increased the intensity of his tickling. He made the process last too. Anti had a manic grin on his face as he transitioned from tracing, to gentle fluttering, to light scratches, to harder scratches, he was being truly merciless.

‘P-P-Plehehehease s-stohop thihis I-Ihi cahaHAHAN’T!! AHAH! NOHOHO NOHO NOHOHO MOHOHORE OHOHO PLEHEHEASE!!’

Anti hummed happily as Harold’s loud, bright mirth filled his ears. Harold’s silk pyjama pants offered him no protection, so the ticklish flesh at his thighs was all Anti’s to tickle torture. Also, Anti was making sure his verbal teasing was just as torturous as the tickling.

‘Huh, that joke must have been really funny, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh this hard!’

Anti snickered as Harold wailed, Anti knew he was being a mean, evil little shit….and he absolutely lived for it.

‘PLEHEHEASE AHAHAHA IHIHI’M BEHEGGING YOHOU!!’

Harold cried out as he squeezed his eyes shut amidst his mirth, and Anti let out a soft shocked laugh….he couldn’t believe Harold was begging so outwardly like this! Anti hummed musingly, flicking his blunt nails over the thighs before him as he replied.

‘Begging huh? I wonder, what would you do to get me to stop?’

Harold had an immediate answer for that one.

‘AHAHAHA AHAHANYTHING!!’

….oh how Anti LOVED that answer. He let out a devious hum of thought, before taking his time to mull over all the things he could possibly ask for from his sweet, sensitive victim. Harold meanwhile was thrashing and laughing his poor head off, he’d never been tickled like this before, it was so wild and evil! Soon, Anti smirked and replied playfully.

‘Anything huh? Would you consider say….agreeing that my creative decorating ideas are valid and should be tested?’

Harold literally would have done anything for mercy right now, so he just hollered.

‘YEYEHES YES DAHAMMI-AAAHHHH NAHAHAT THEEEERE!!!’

Anti’s eyes widened at Harold’s sudden jolt and shriek, before Anti looked down to see that his fingers had accidentally drifted down to the backs of Harold’s knees. All Anti could think of was what a delightful treasure trove of ticklishness this guy was, and eagerly traced behind his knees as he purred.

‘Oh this must reeally be your death spot….say, if I have mercy on you, will you ACTUALLY do anything I ask?’

Now, even amidst his mad, shrieking mirth, Harold still got chills regarding what on earth Anti might want him to do…but Harold knew he needed mercy more than anything.

‘YEHEHEHES AHAHA IHIHI WIHIHIIILL!!!’

….of course, as Anti pinched Harold’s knee-pits, he had to drag it all out.

‘Are you sure?’

Harold was a sweaty, red-faced mess of nodding and struggling as he replied desperately.

‘AHAHAHA IHIHI PROHOHOHOMIHIIISE!!!’

Anti smirked, leaning down to coo playfully into Harold’s ear.

‘Are you super duper sur-?‘

‘AHAHA YEHEHEHES DAHAHARNIHIIIIIT!!!'

Anti burst into giggles at Harold’s interruption, but did ultimately have mercy on the poor guy; Anti didn’t want to kill him after all. Harold became a mess of shivers and gasps, remaining sprawled on the floor even after Anti had gotten off of him. Harold had never been tickled like that in his life, he hadn’t thought it was POSSIBLE to be tickled that much, yet here he was….bedraggled to hell.

‘….thahat was…s-s-soho m-mean….’

Harold panted, which made Anti snicker as he looked down at him fondly.

‘But necessary.’

Harold let out a soft ‘hmph’ as he sat up, rubbing his legs as he meekly replied.

‘S-So….wh-what is it y-you want?’

Harold looked to Anti tentatively and nibbled his lip nervously when the glitching man grinned and slung an arm gently around his shoulders.

‘I want you….to decorate with me, not against me.’

Harold blinked a few times, and smiled bashfully when he saw how kindly Anti was smiling down at him. Harold reasoned that he had perhaps been being a bit harsh, and given the wild myriad of decorations they had, it made sense that not everything was going to end up perfectly ordered.

‘I think I can do that.’

Anti grinned, and pressed his forehead against Harold’s temple gently….but that sweet serene moment ended up being interrupted….by a thump and a yip. Both men turned around to the entrance of the living room, and their eyes widened when they saw that Gooper had hauled a particularly large bin bag into the room and was now letting out little exhausted huffs as he settled under a couch for a well-deserved nap.

‘…please don’t tell me that’s why I think it is.’

Anti groaned….and a bauble rolled out of the bag. Harold and Anti shared a look, before whining and giggling at the fact that a) they were going to have to do even more organisation before decorating, and b)…the ego household was going to be the wildest winter wonderland…ever.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIRST INSTALLMENT, FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED! LUV YOU XX

51 notes · View notes