#IM SO NERVOUS ABOUT TIMING BEING OFF IN THE UST if i notice anything i will die but theres no going back now

[artofloof]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RITSU!!!! :)

Here's to many more years.

Graycode is one of my absolute favorite Ritsu originals. In hindsight it was a little pointless to cover a Ritsu song with Ritsu, but I couldn't help it... it was itching my brain too much

[imaheckinlee]

A/N: Me? Having the confidence to finally make a blog and post something? I don't believe it either. This is the first tk fic I've ever written, so take that as you will. Also im on mobile so sorry for the lack of read more

Ship: Antiaverage

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Anyone with /ears/ knew that tickling was something common between the septic egos.

Anyone that spent more than a few hours around them would see that Anti was the reason why.

He was a true monster when it came to this. Anti knew every single death spot, every technique that could get an ego to beg for mercy, and being the glitch bitch he was, he was good at sneaking up on them as well. Normally, it was playful and only lasted a few minutes, when Anti noticed someone being in a bad mood or just wanted to hear a laugh. Normally. But if you ever got on Anti's bad side, you had better hide and prepare to scream until your voice was hoarse and you couldn't even remember your own name.

Anti knew that it wasnt exactly conventional for him to do this all the time, but no one complained (most of the time). Whether they enjoyed it or just were too scared to tell Anti to back off, he was happy to continue.

99% of the time, Anti was perfectly fine with this arrangement. Watching other people scream and laugh under his touch was probably the least cruel sadistic action he could take against the others to make sure none of them considered him too soft. Though it didn't always work, especially around Chase for some reason. Chase always joked around with Anti like they were best friends or something, and it drove the green man absolutely insane. /Not/ because Anti was 'feeling' something for the other ego or any shit like that, mind you; he was just annoying. It didn't take long for Chase to start getting more attacks than the others, even up to them being daily. Slowly things turned from a minute or two, up to fifteen minutes no matter how much Chase begged. Anti couldn't say he hated spending more time around the other, though if anything it just caused Chase to spend more time around him.

Only when Anti was around Chase did he start to imagine what it would be like if their roles were reversed.

Anti had always been the scary monster. No one had ever even attempted to tickle him before, so he had no idea if it would even work. But the thoughts were there, and they because more persistent every day. Even to the point where Anti couldn't look at Chase in the eyes without thinking of them together, Chase wrecking him and then their lips connecting and-

Stop. Never gonna happen.

Or so he thought.

On this particular day, Anti had somehow managed to discover a new spot that was even worse than Chase's underarms: his hips. While the previous was met with melodious cackling, the latter was sporadic screeches and silent laughter that clearly drove Chase insane. God, that face he makes when hes so happy... /If/ Anti had feelings, hed be destroyed right now. Though that thought didn't stop the bright green blush rising to his face, even rivaling Chase's redness at all the teasing.

"What's wrong, Chasey? Too ticklish for your own good? Do you like this spot?"

This was the one time Chase was unable to even speak, just shaking his head as he continued his feeble attempts to squirm away. But with Anti literally sitting on top of your legs, that was virtually impossible. Chase had even given up trying to use his hands to push away the attacker, resigning himself to covering his face and beating the floor. Lucky him that Anti's room was soundproof.

Not more than a few minutes later, Anti was once again losing his focus and his mind began to wander, causing him to reluctantly let go of Chase and crawl off as the other immediately curled into a ball, still giggling his heart out. "Alright, I think you deserve some mercy." For now, Anti was just going to have to plop onto his bed and wait for Chase to leave. Give it time, and this feeling will go away.

Except Chase was, for some reason, being an utter pain once again and decided to sit on Anti's bed instead of leaving. A low growl could be heard.

"What do you want, bitch?" Anti could only glare at Chase. Had it been anyone else, they'd have run away by now. But not Chase. He just laughed.

"You're usually... More energetic. After that." Chase couldnt help but to blush even more just mentioning what had happened, and Anti smirked at him.

"Aw, you're concerned for me, how cute." It shouldn't have been possible for Chase to blush more. "I'm fine. So back off and leave before I start on you again."

Chase grimaced at the thought, but it didn't last long as he just kept questioning Anti over and over. Why couldn't Chase just leave to let him suffer in peace?

"Seriously, you're in such a bad mood now..." Something flickered in Chase's eyes, and Anti's heart rose as his stomach dropped at the same time. "You know what happens to people in a bad mood?"

Of course Anti knew exactly what happened to people in a bad mood. He's the one that started this insanity to begin with. If Chase didn't know better, he'd have thought a nervous smile flashed on Anti's face. "Don't you even dare. Or you'll be punished for real next time."

"Kinky." If that word wasn't enough to make Anti flush green, the quick poke to his side sure did the trick. Anti truly didn't even know if he was ticklish or not; however, considering he jumped off the bed and nearly fell on the floor, the answer seemed to be obvious. "Oh my god-"

"Shut up, bitch, /don't/ even try."

Once the floodgates were open, there was no way Chase was going to stop now. Contrary to what the glitchy man believed, all the stunts Chase had done resulted him being far stronger than the others, even Anti himself. It wasn't difficult at all to tackle Anti and sit on his waist with an evil smile, starting to wiggle his fingers in Anti's face. God, he's never blushed so much in his life.

"So. Soundproof room, huh?"

Anti didn't even have time to respond before Chase immediately shot to Anti's side, pinching the right and scratching the left as laughter immediately started pouring out. /No one/ had even heard Anti's real laugh... Only the false evil one he put on. Chase had known about his feelings for a while, but now... He was absolutely gone.

"MOTHERFUCKER-" The yell snapped Chase out of his daydream as he joined in on the laughter, moving one hand to Anti's stomach while the other crawled up to his ribs. "IHIHIHM GOING TO KIHIHILL YOHUHU"

"Aw, you wouldn't though. You're such a softie, we all know it. Especially now! Who knew the big bad Antisepticeye was so ticklish?" That was the first time Anti had moved his arms, trying to hit Chase on the mouth to get him to shut up since he couldn't speak. Interesting how he hadn't tried to actually stop Chase from doing this...

Maybe he'd found the source of the bad mood after all.

Finding the stomach to be a weak spot, Chase focused on scratching and squeezing there as Anti attempted to curl into a ball to protect himself.

"Uh uh uh! You don't wanna make me stop, do you?" With one hand forcing, Anti's head was back on the pillow and his arms out of the way as Chase focused right around the bellybutton. By the point, Anti was hysterical; he was screeching, crying, blushing green from head to toe, and having the best time of his life.

"Alright, last bit, I promise." Chase gave Anti ust a few seconds to breathe, taking in the sight of his hysterical face. And the /giggles/. Chase could kiss him right now. Anti was just about to talk when Chase quickly pulled up his shirt, and blew the biggest raspberry he could.

"FUHUHUUUHUCK" Not even Anti had ever done that before! That was just extra cruelty on Chase's half. The laughter turned completely silent as Anti hit his head against the pillow. Once Anti's shirt was back down, Chase collapsed on top of Anti with a deep breath.

Instead of the revenge he expected for putting Anti through that, Chase heard only a mumbled word. "...thanks..."

"...what?" Anti only shot a hand over Chase's mouth, which was promptly licked to remove it.

"Don't ever tell anyone about...this."

About Anti being ticklish? About the fact that Anti had actually enjoyed it? Or at least enjoyed it from him?

Chase didn't have the chance to ask, because in seconds he was shoved out of Anti's room and the door locked.

...shit. Maybe he does like Chase after all.

Though the two wouldn't admit to their feelings until months later, this scenario became a pasttime for them, one that repeated dozens of times. And no one knew.

Well, except Jackieboy Man, since he lived next to Anti. Who then told Marvin. Who then told Schneep. Who then told every ego he saw.

But that's another story.

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I'm gonna tag some people I look up to in this community

@thetickleeraven @cefsticklestoo @fluffymary (sorry if you're not in this fandom, I'm mostly sanders sides just not for this. I'll be reblogging your stuff a lot soon probably)