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How are you?? I hope you’re doing well ❤️

I saw the 100 tkl prompts and I’ve been thinking my about lee charlie spring recently, and was wondering if you wanted to do "That's just a roundabout way of saying 'I like it'." With lee Charlie and ler nick? Remember to stay hydrated <3

"That's just a roundabout way of saying 'I like it'."

Summary: After some intense rugby practices, Charlie is feeling a bit sore. Nick offers to give Charlie a massage and discovers something he’ll never let Charlie live down.

Lee: Charlie

Ler: Nick

Author’s Note: In this fic, it’s set before they start dating so stuff is still new and even more flustering just so you’re aware. And oh my gosh I hope you’re doing well too!! Thank you so much!! I hope you enjoy this! 💖

Nick had invited Charlie over to his house once again. Nick tussled his newly cut hair when he opened the door, Charlie trying not to jump with excitement. A few minutes later the two were playing UNO on the floor of Nick’s bedroom.

The past half hour was filled with playful shoves, throwing of cards at the other when a game was won, and some, one could say, flirtatious banter. Was this a dream? Because if so, Charlie never wanted wake up. Or at least, maybe stay dreaming for a little while longer.

Every now and then, Chalrie would straighten his back with a whine in his voice. Sometimes rolling his neck to one side then the next. Nick noticed after it happened a few times more than it should’ve. He thought Charlie must’ve had a knot or something due to practice.

“Hey-” Nick nudged Charlie. “You okay? You look like you’re in pain.” Charlie was surprised at the question for a moment. He shook his head.

“No, I’m fine. Just a little sore I guess. From practice. As you would know.” He rubbed the back of his aching neck.

“I know that all too well.” Nick smiled. They sat in awkward silence, a knife could cut the tension. “Would you want a massage?”

Charlie sat in disbelief for a few seconds. “I-I’m sorry what?” Nick put his cards down. “A massage. My mum would do them to me after extra rough practices sometimes and even taught me how to do it myself. I’m pretty good with my hands actually.” Nick wiggled his fingers.

As if Chalrie wasn’t flustered enough already- The guy he’s crushing on is asking if he can give him a massage??? He wanted to say no. He wanted to stand up and run away as far as he could till he passed out in a new country. But instead, he nodded.

“That would be really helpful actually. Just don’t make it worse than it already is, rugby lad.” Charlie set his cards down and moved the pile to the side. Nick beamed at his answer and chuckled. “I promise I won’t.”

Nick had instructed Charlie to lay on his stomach. Nick providing a pillow for his arms and head to rest on. Nick started along his neck and upper back. Then moved down to his spine and other areas that seemed tense.

Charlie relaxed into the touch. Nick’s thumbs doing wonders as they massaged the small knots along Charlie’s back. Charlie let out a sigh, Nick chuckling quietly at how cute the whole situation seemed. Cute in a friend way of course… Right??

His thoughts were interrupted as a gasp escaped Charlie’s lips. Nick looked to wear he had pressed into his shoulder blade.

“You okay there?” Nick lightly rubbed the spot. “Y-Yeah I’m fine. You’re good to keep going if you’d like.” Charlie fiddled with his fingers. If Nick found out he was ticklish he was done for. His pride out the window never to be retrieved.

“Okay then.” Nick moved spots for now, still convinced that spot was a little more painful than the rest. After the last couple knots could were massaged out, he decided to go back to his shoulder blades. But instead of a gasp, he was met with a surprised squeal and Charlie’s back arching at the touch.

“Charlie…” “Nothing!” Charlie quickly hid his blushing face into his pillow. Nick just smiled, his hands still on his teammate’s back.

“It’s okay if you’re ticklish you know? I think everyone’s gotta be a little ticklish somewhere.” Nick scribbled at the spot, taken back a bit by the shriek and jump it got. “Or I guess in your case very ticklish.” Charlie’s face was on fire- The teasing, the touching, the fact that it was Nick of all people!

“Just stahay away from thehere please.” The last few words were a bit muffled as Charlie laid his face against his pillow again. Nick couldn’t help the smirk that overtook his face. He just couldn’t resist taking this new information and running full speed with it.

“This little spot?” Nick giggled poking the vulnerable spot a couple times. “GAHA! Nihihick! Yes there!”

“Yes? Yes tickle you there? Wehell if you insist.” Nick shrugged starting to scribble on and all around the vulnerable area. “Dohon’t you dahahahahahahare! Nahahahahahaha!”

Charlie rocked back and forth, reaching back to try and grab at Nick. That just encouraged Nick to go down and start squeezing at Chalrie’s sides. Now that got a reaction. Charlie’s legs started kicking at the floor and his arms shot down, trapping Nick’s hands in the process.

“NohoHOHOHO! NIHIHICK!” Charlie’s muffled giggles filled Nick’s ears. And he didn’t think he’d ever get full. He felt he could listen to that noise forever. Nick moved one hand to his ribs and the other to his hip. A squeal making Nick giggle along with the wriggling teen beneath him.

“You’re nohot really telling me to stop. Ahare you having as much fun as I am?” Nick surprised himself at his honesty. He felt he could just admit anything to Charlie. Even something as silly as enjoying tickling the living daylights out of him.

“IHIHI DIHIHIDN’T WAHAHAHA- WAHANT TO BE RUHUDE!” Charlie turned his face to the side, revealing to Nick his flushed and tickled silly face. Nick felt himself become mesmerized.

"That's just a roundabout way of saying 'I like it'." Nick teased, wiggling his fingers up under Charlie’s arms. Charlie just about screamed and arched his back. Nick had never seen Charlie like this. Smile spread from ear to ear and absolutely lost in laughter. It was cute. Actually… it was incredibly adorable. And that felt okay to think.

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……1 with nick and charlie…..

Tickletober Day 1~ Anticipation

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LEE: Charlie LER: Nick ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 💙WARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC NSFW DNI!!💙

Charlie was going to crack.

His so called loving boyfriend has been teasing the crap out of him ALL DAY!! He couldn’t take it anymore.

Charlie wasn’t even sure if Nick knew what he was doing to him..

He had been on edge all day waiting for him to just go for it and finally put him out of his misery. But the more that Charlie thought about it he felt.. excited? The thought of Nick tickling him was something that made Charlie feel extremely giddy but god the embarrassment was hard to deal with. It wasn’t until the two left school and went to Nicks house that the teasing started again. They were watching a movie on nicks bed, what movie you may ask? Charlie had no idea because of focused he was on the placement of his boyfriends hand. It was originally playing with his hair but it had made its way down to the base of his neck. Charlie was finding it extremely difficult to stay calm, his neck had always been one of his worst spots. It wasn’t until one of Nicks fingers lightly grazed against Charlie’s ear that he let out a quiet snicker. “Char, is something funny?~” Nick asked with a very subtly teasy undertone to his voice. Ok so he definitely knows what he’s doing then, and Charlie’s screwed. “Oh would you please just get it over with.” Charlie whined covering his face with the nearest pillow. “Get what over with Charlie?” That little shut was going to make him say it wasn’t he..

“Will you please.. tickle me?” The last part was barely audible and of course Nick chose to comment on it. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” The boy was smirking now!! “Nickcanyoupleasetickleme?” “Well since you asked so nicely.” he shrugged and moved over to gain better access to his boyfriends neck. He skittered his finger beneath his jaw and around the shell of his ears. Charlie erupted in streams of giggles which Nick just adored. He switched to tickly kisses next which were his favourite because Charlie snorted whenever he would do that!! Nick continued his mini attack until the two were tired out and they fell back into their original position. That was definitely worth the anticipation.. Charlie thought to himself.

(Sorry it’s so short I’m running out of time lol)

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Heartstopper s 2 spoilers! ⚠️ (tk community)

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THIS IS SO CUTE OMFG 😭

(I think abt this all day)

[nickandcharlieareticklish]

A More Enjoyable Assignment (tickle fic)

Fandom: Heartstopper

Summary: Nick loves to tickle Charlie, but he never lets Charlie tickle him back. Charlie would never admit it to anyone, but all he wanted to do was hear his boyfriend squirm and giggle and it was starting to drive him up the wall.

Forget homework - this Nick-related assignment was way more fun.

My first ever tickle fic! Quite nervous about posting this, so all (kind) feedback very much appreciated.

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Nick loved to tickle Charlie. This was common knowledge at this point. Charlie could barely make it through an hour in Nick's company before he was pounced on and his high-pitched babbling and squeals filled the air. Charlie would put up a dramatic fuss every time but honestly, he really didn't mind. And he could see from Nick's shit-eating grin just how much joy it brought him.

However, the main issue was that whenever Charlie reached out a retaliating hand to tickle Nick's side, or grabbed his knee to squeeze it, Nick would immediately employ Strong Rugby Arms and intercept his movements, never giving him the chance to properly get his revenge. He'd never admit it to anyone, but all Charlie wanted to do was hear his boyfriend squirm and giggle and it was starting to drive him up the wall.

One Sunday afternoon, they were studying on Nick's bedroom floor, music playing softly in the background. They lay on their stomachs alongside each other, hips and shoulders touching. Charlie had sunk so deep into quadratic equations that he was barely aware of his surroundings, until he felt the familiar sensation of fingers digging expertly, but gently, into his armpit. It took a few seconds for his brain to catch up and then he gasped and squirmed away.

“Nick!” he all but squawked. “You're such a menace.”

When he turned to look at him, Nick was scribbling on his own Geography paper, his face schooled into an unconvincing expression of concentration. Charlie scoffed.

“You're fooling literally no one at this point,” he said, rolling his eyes affectionately and tapping Nick gently on the forehead with his pen.

A smile spread slowly across Nick's face, and he suddenly grabbed for Charlie's hips with both hands and squeezed. This was one of his worst spots – which Nick knew, the arsehole – and Charlie immediately crumbled, attempting to curl into the foetal position on the floor while high-pitched squeals poured out of him.

“Stop it, stop it, stop it!” he cried, trying to wriggle away. Nick just chuckled and ignored him, spidering his fingers up his sides. “Ah fu – fuck, Nick, that tickles so m-much – please...” His arms were flailing wildly, trying to grab Nick's hands and slow his movements.

Nick grinned but paused for a second, clearly winding down so as not to completely overwhelm him, and Charlie saw his chance. He lunged for Nick's thigh but before he could get any leverage, Nick casually plonked his entire body across Charlie's on the floor, leaving him unable to move.

“Nah, I don't think so,” Nick said calmly.

“Oh, for god sake.”

They lay there for a few moments, Charlie catching his breath after the attack. Nick's pinning was clever in stopping him being able to move much, whilst carefully avoiding actually hurting him. Eventually, Nick lifted his weight off Charlie and they rolled onto their sides to face each other.

“You good?” Nick asked, giving him his trademark lopsided smile.

“Yeah,” Charlie said, returning the grin with ease. They just drank each other in for a few seconds. “But you always -” He started, but then faltered, embarrassed.

“Hmm?” Nick was suddenly frowning slightly, always able to read him like a bloody book. He reached for Charlie's hand, linking their fingers together.

“You don't -” Charlie blew out a breath, frustrated at his inability to form words. “You never let me tickle you back.”

“Oh!” Nick's face softened with understanding, and then he grinned. “I know.”

“But why?”

“It's just funny,” Nick shrugged. “And because you're cute when you're annoyed. And in general.”

Charlie would never get used to Nick's unabashed compliments. He felt his face heat up as a rush of warmth spread through his body. “Shut up.”

“And when you're flustered.” The lopsided smile of pure sunshine was back.

“Nick, stop it! It's not fair when I don't get to fluster you back.” Nick's grin just grew wider. “Are you even ticklish?” Charlie asked, his eyes roaming around the parts of Nick's body that he knew were his own worst spots. He leaned in to poke his stomach but as usual Nick was too quick for him, grabbing his wrist.

“Ah now, that would be telling,” Nick replied in a gentle tone.

Charlie groaned, and Nick laughed brightly. “Do you giggle? I bet you're a giggler.”

“Absolutely not.”

A thought occurred to Charlie, and he had a sudden flash of anxiety. “If you really hate being tickled then it's fine, I won't tickle you. I just thought -”

“Charlie,” Nick interrupted softly, running his thumb over Charlie's knuckles. “It's okay. I don't hate it. I just happen to be very very good at stopping you.”

“Well, I think it's mean of you to use Muscle 1 and Muscle 2 against me,” Charlie said sternly, poking each of them in turn with a finger.

Nick snorted. “Ah, but we both know that you like the arms.”

“Not in this context! Anyway, forget homework because this is my new assignment.”

Nick said nothing, just looked at him affectionately for a moment and then leaned across to kiss him. Charlie sank into it, but pulled back after a few moments to appraise him. “You scared?”

Nick pretended to mull it over. “Hmm... nope. But you should be.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, but then burst into surprised laughter a moment later as Nick dived for his knees.

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Charlie took this assignment very seriously – it was in his geeky nature, after all – and work began the very next day. He figured that the best tactic was to catch Nick off guard when he might not be able to react quickly enough to stop him. It was hardly the most well-thought-out plan but he didn't really have many other options.

His first attempt was first thing on Monday morning, in form room. Mr Lange was about to take the register and Nick was hastily completing his Geography homework that was (of course) due first thing.

“If only you'd finished this yesterday like a good student, instead of distracting us both with those magic fingers of yours,” Charlie whispered.

Nick just turned to him, raising an eyebrow at his inadvertent choice of words.

“Tickling fingers, I mean,” Charlie added, hastily and unnecessarily.

“I know,” Nick replied, entirely too innocently. “What else would you mean?”

Charlie gave him a look, but couldn't stop the grin that took over his face a moment later. Nick was winding him up, and it was on. When Nick turned back to his work, Charlie bit his lip in concentration, looking him up and down. The problem was that he didn't know where Nick's weak spots were, but the idea of finding out was more exciting than he'd care to admit.

Knees were normally a weak spot, right? And they were hidden under the desk where no one else could see what was going on. Probably a good place to start.

Charlie shuffled a bit closer to Nick on his chair – not unusual, so Nick didn't bat an eyelid, just continued writing. He reached out his left hand as surreptitiously as he could, shifting it under the desk towards Nick's right leg. Before he could overthink it and chicken out, Charlie reached for the fleshy part just above Nick's knee and squeezed.

He heard Nick's sharp intake of breath and felt his hand instantly shoot out and close around Charlie's hand.

“Excuse me!” Nick muttered, chuckling in surprise. “What do you think you're doing?”

“My new homework assignment,” Charlie answered, unable to keep the grin off his face. “Finding Nick's giggle.”

“Oh, I see how it is. Well, I'm pretty certain there was no giggle there, so good luck with that.”

“Well, that was just phase one. Plenty more to come.”

Nick just smirked. “Has anyone ever told you that you're weird?”

Charlie ignored him. “So, knees, seemingly ticklish – noted.”

Nick's expression changed then, to something that Charlie didn't like the look of. “Do you know who else has ticklish knees? My very weird boyfriend.” Before Charlie could blink, Nick's hand shot out to his knee and squeezed back, getting more leverage than Charlie had managed. The sudden and intense ticklish sensation shooting up Charlie's thigh produced a startled giggle in the mostly silent classroom that he couldn't stifle in time. He clapped a hand over his mouth, blushing.

“Charlie, Nick! Quiet down, please,” called Mr Lange.

When they caught each other's eye a second later, they both leant over their desks in silent laughter.

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The next day, they were studying in a quiet corner of the library during a free period, with their backs against the shelves and textbooks spread around them. Charlie had already finished his work but he was always happy to keep Nick company.

And if the opportunity arose, perhaps continue with his separate Nick-related assignment.

Twenty minutes in, Nick was on the final page of his history essay, with Charlie mostly watching him work, and chipping in with helpful information when he could. He started absent-mindedly trailing his finger along Nick's forearm, stroking back and forth. After a few minutes, Nick paused.

“You're being quite distracting, you know,” he smiled.

Charlie immediately withdrew, sheepishly. “Oh um, sorry.”

“No no, it's okay, it's, um – it's a nice type of distraction,” Nick said, flushing slightly. “You don't need to stop.”

Charlie looked at his feet, smiling shyly, and continued the soothing motions on Nick's arm. He felt Nick's relaxed exhale a moment later.

After a couple more minutes, Charlie was getting a little restless, and a slightly dangerous thought entered his mind. He looked down at Nick's side, perfectly exposed as his arms were raised to write in his book which was balanced on his bent knees.

He couldn't, could he?

Charlie took a look around – there was no one within sight, but the library wasn't empty. It was as quiet as you'd expect from such an environment. He slowly shifted his hand that was caressing Nick's arm, and casually moved it down to trail his fingers lightly over Nick's side instead. Nick immediately jerked away in surprise, but still no giggle – dammit.

Nick turned to look at him. “Don't you dare,” he said warningly, but Charlie could easily spot the amused glint in his eye.

“Don't what?” Charlie asked innocently. “Finish your homework.”

And surprisingly, Nick did. Bless his trusting soul. However, it was as he was writing the very last paragraph that Charlie just couldn't resist a second attempt. This time, he was determined to produce some sort of audible reaction from him. He knew he'd have to be quick because Nick would surely be expecting it at this point, and the rugby player had lightning-quick reactions. So Charlie waited until Nick was deep in concentration, scribbling away, before he reached for his side again and dug his fingers into the flesh more firmly. Nick didn't manage to move away quite as quickly this time and Charlie got a few good squeezes in - Nick's gasp and slight yelp were music to his ears.

“Oh I'm sorry, what was that?” Charlie asked, far too pleased with himself.

“You're ridiculous,” Nick retorted, but he was grinning widely. He'd only shifted to the left slightly, hadn't blocked Charlie's hand as he usually would, so Charlie decided to try his luck and moved up a little higher, feathering fingers over his ribs through his shirt. Nick's nose scrunched up adorably and a second later he was actually laughing – admittedly quietly, and it wasn't quite the uncontrollable giggle he was aiming for, but Charlie's heart still clenched at the adorableness of it as he watched Nick's eyes clench shut and felt him squirm against the sensations. He also noted that Nick could easily get away if he really wanted to, but he hadn't moved. Definitely not torture, then.

A few moments later, just as Charlie became bolder and travelled towards his armpit, Nick's hand finally came down to block him. “Ch – Charlie,” he managed around a soft gasp. “Stop.”

“Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?”

Nick rolled his eyes, breathing slightly heavily. “God, that was intense – I had to stop you before I really started cackling. We're in a library, you maniac.”

Charlie pouted dramatically. “But I wanted to hear you giggle.”

“Tough,” Nick replied, smiling. “Also, why do you keep doing this in places where we need to be quiet?”

“It's more fun that way.”

“I'm not sure if I like this new, rebellious Charlie.” The lingering kiss Nick gave him a second later was a pretty strong argument to the contrary.

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After his recent success, Charlie abandoned his mission for a few days. The plan was to lull Nick into a false sense of security, but based on the way he put up almost no resistance in the library, Charlie probably didn't have much to worry about. The memory gave him a little thrill whenever he thought about it. However, he still hadn't fully scratched that itch and he was nothing if not determined.

On Friday night, Nick was round at Charlie's house and they were sitting on the edge of his bed, mostly making out and occasionally playing Mario Kart. Charlie won every time, of course. After his third loss, Nick was so worked up that he thwacked Charlie in the face with a pillow and Charlie couldn't stop cackling.

“I'm really never gonna let you win, you know,” Charlie said firmly, after he'd calmed down.

Nick sighed. “Yeah, I know.” He flopped backwards onto the bed dramatically. “Maybe we need to find a game I'm good at.”

“Sorry, not sorry.” He looked at Nick out of the corner of his eye. “I feel like you need some stress relief.”

Nick raised his head from his lying position. “Are you going to give me a massage?” he asked, all hopeful puppy dog eyes.

Charlie giggled, shaking his head. “Maybe later. I've got a better idea.” He deftly climbed onto the bed and sat himself on Nick's calves, facing him. “A cliche once told me that laughter is the best medicine, so I think we should test that theory.”

Nick just frowned as he watched him. “Charlie...”

“Are you seeing where I'm going with this?” Charlie asked, smirking at Nick's adorably confused expression.

“I'm not sure, but it definitely doesn't seem like I'm about to get a massage.”

A thought struck Charlie. “Okay, fine, I'll give you a massage. How about a... foot massage?”

Nick's eyes widened. “Um, no, I'm – I'm good actually.”

Bingo. “Oh really? Why's that, then?”

“Um...” Nick sat up slightly and tried to move his legs, but they barely budged with Charlie's full body weight on top of them. His fate seemed to fully dawn on him then and he flopped backwards, hands covering his face and a nervous laugh bubbling out of him. “Shit.”

“So first thing's first – socks. You won't be needing those.” Charlie reached behind him and, with some skill considering he couldn't see what he was doing, slowly peeled off Nick's socks one at a time. Even just these simple movements caused Nick's feet to twitch slightly, and Charlie bit back a smile. He'd surely hit the jackpot here.

“Would you mind telling me what you're doing?” Nick asked, clearly attempting to give him the stink eye through the gaps in the hands covering his face.

Charlie thought about it. “Homework,” he said simply, before reaching back to run a single finger gently along the arch of Nick's bare foot. The reaction was immediate and delicious – the scrunching of the toes, the panicked gasp of “Charlie!”. Charlie chuckled and brought his hand back in front of him.

“This is so unfair,” Nick whined, trying again to shift his feet but with absolutely no success.

“Consider it payback for the many times you've reduced me to a squealing mess.” He leaned closer, to whisper in Nick's ear. “You're about to get wrecked, Nelson.”

“I – no – come on, please -”

“Begging already, are we?”

“Will it make you stop?”

“Definitely not. We have to find that giggle.” He paused, struck with a sudden thought. “Oh and by the way, your safeword is bubblegum.”

“I – okay – but Charlie -” Nick screwed his eyes shut. The anticipatory giggles were already starting to sneak their way out of him, and Charlie's heart melted at the sound. He leaned forward again to press a kiss to the tip of Nick's nose.

“You're so fucking cute – I haven't even started yet,” Charlie smiled.

“Yeah, but -” Nick ran his fingers through his hair anxiously. “My feet are so ticklish, I might actually die.”

“Well, the ticklish truth is finally coming out. Also, you definitely won't die. Now stop distracting me.” He reached behind him again with his right hand, hovering close to Nick's foot for a few moments for dramatic effect. Nick groaned loudly as the seconds passed.

“Such a tease...” he muttered.

When Charlie could hold back no longer, he went straight for Nick's arch with purpose, scribbling his fingers vigorously over the soft skin. To his delight, Nick fell to pieces instantly, emitting a high-pitched squeal that Charlie had definitely never heard him make before. It was immediately followed by chuckles which quickly turned into desperate, breathy giggles as Charlie moved up to scratch at the back of his toes.

“No no no no no, Charlie ple - hease -” Nick spat out through giggles, his face scrunched up in a beautiful combination of euphoria and torture. His hands gripped the pillow behind his head. Charlie didn't let up, focusing in on the base of his big toe that was evidently incredibly ticklish based on the strangled cry he let out, and in a moment of pure evil, Charlie reached behind him with his other hand and attacked both big toes at once, producing a new bout of uncontrollable laughter. He didn't turn around as he didn't want to miss a second of Nick's helpless reactions.

“Yep, this is how I d-die,” Nick managed to get out, writhing from side to side in ticklish desperation.

“How does it feel, Nick? Do you promise never to tickle me again?” Charlie knew he didn't actually want this, but he also knew Nick would never agree to it either.

“I can never p-promise that – oh god, stohohop -” Charlie had moved back down to the arches of his feet in just the right spot, and Nick's hips bucked as the giggles poured out in a constant stream. Charlie wished he could bottle the sound. He focused on the killer spots of Nick's feet for a solid few minutes, often giggling along with him as he worked his magic, but listening carefully for any utterances of the safe word. It was only when Nick's laughter turned completely silent that he let up. He pulled his hands back to his front but stayed perched on Nick's legs, watching him recover fondly.

“I hate you,” Nick said weakly, a few moments later. “I also love you, but I hate you. Just so you know.”

Charlie just grinned and leaned forward to lie gently on top of him, resting his chin on Nick's chest. “I love you too,” he said, suddenly feeling bashful and overwhelmed with affection. “I can't really deal with how cute you are.”

Nick just rolled his eyes and smiled at him. “Do you know who else is cute? My very ticklish boyfriend.” And Charlie should have predicted what would happen next as Nick's hands reached greedily for his sides.

He wasn't really complaining.

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LOOOOK we got the TINIEST tk scene in the first scene of heartstopper that netflix released (watch the bottom right corner 🥺)

[fluffomatic]

Didn't mean to stay up so late drawing this but fuck, I've been playing Fallout 4 again, all day everyday, and of course I've been thinking bout all my favs getting wrecked! I was planning on drawing some Nick tickles for a while, and then, in a discord group I'm in, a friend said they wanted to draw robo tickles, too! Made me want to draw Lee!Nick even more~! Also, meet my boy, Hawke! He's obviously my Sole Survivor in my Fallout 4 playthrough.

There's gonna be Fallout Far Harbor spoilers under the cut, so keep that in mind.

So, when we meet DiMA in Arcadia, we learn about his and Nick's past. How Nick can't remember anything because of his old processors. DiMA got around this by programming and installing his own sort of memory card for himself. That got me thinking that if he was able to upgrade his body, what else could he make? Of course, my mind went for tickles! Gem 3 synths already have nervous systems cause they have flesh and organs and shit, but the other synths are all metal and circuitry. So how do these older synths like DiMA and Nick get to experience this innately human thing? Well, DiMA creates a fake nervous system! He, of course, tries it on himself first, and it was an immediate success. Soon, he could physically feel everything a human could. When he meets Nick again and they build a better relationship, he offers to install the program in Nick, and he accepts. My boy Hawke here offers to test the system out for Nick, and of course, he tickles him silly! It was a success, much to Nick's dismay, for the poor synth got a highly sensitive nervous system, one that is incredibly ticklish~! Even his insides are ticklish!!! Hawke never lets him live it down.

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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OMG OMG OMG, Imagine like- Phoenix Write is just absolutely oblivious that his tickling Edgeworth, like- his just rubbing his thigh to reassure him or something and Edgeworth is trying to look menacing, but his just a twitching, giggling mess

OMG THATS SO CUTE ANON WHAT okok how bout feenie does KNOW or rather he finds out on the spot (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

and after that day he wouldn't stoppestering him ;u;

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A/N: I'm baaaaack :) Sorry for the lack of posting for the past couple of months. I've been locked out of my account and have been busy with school and dance. Here's a little drabble for you all!

Prompt #29 - "I just want to help you relax."

Find the list of prompts here!

Sweet Afternoon Giggles and Relaxation

The sound of the school bell ringing at the end of the day was like a breath of fresh air for everyone at Truham. Charlie especially was ready to get out of the building as fast as he could. He and Nick had planned on heading to their special spot at the local park - under the big oak tree - as soon as the day had ended, Nick insisting that Charlie needed time off from stressing out about school. Of course, Charlie had denied being stressed in the first place, though he knew his argument was useless, especially since Nick had learned how to read him like a book. He couldn't hide how he felt from his boyfriend.

The two in question walked hand in hand down the path leading to the park, whispering and giggling along the way. Nick had an arm wrapped around Charlie's waist, refusing to let Charlie move even a foot away from him. Charlie had definitely noticed, and couldn't fight the blush from his face whenever Nick would squeeze him closer into his side. How had he gotten so lucky with someone so perfect?

"You look tense." Nick commented to the younger boy as they laid out their blanket on the shady patch of grass underneath the tree. He sat down, staring up at him. "Like, really tense."

Charlie rubbed the back of his neck, wincing. "Yeah. I... I haven't slept much recently. I've been busy."

"Busy getting ahead of everyone else on your school work?" Nick smirked, a knowing look in his eye.

Charlie chuckled a bit, sitting down next to him. "Yeah."

"Well..." Nick grabbed his elbow, tugging him gently so he would topple over into his lap, "Why don't you take a nap then?"

"Right here? Now?"

"Why not?"

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"I'm gonna help you get to sleep." Nick said, his hand running through Charlie's dark curls. "You need it, Charlie. I can tell you're exhausted."

Charlie hummed, his eyes closing at the calming sensation. "You don't mind?"

"I just want to help you relax."

Nick's hand moved down a bit, running down his back, and Charlie sighed. "Fine. But only for an hour. I've got to get back home for dinner."

"Of course."

And that was that; Charlie laid in his boyfriend's lap, the older boy massaging over his back and carding his fingers through his hair soothingly, for what seemed like forever.

That was, until Nick's hand moved a bit too close to his ribs, and Charlie let out a squeak in surprise, arching his back. He felt Nick's fingers still completely, almost uncertain to continue.

"Char?"

"I'm sorry, it's just- your hand, it-" Charlie felt his cheeks burning, even more than earlier. "Never mind. You can keep going."

"Okay..."

Nick started his movements again once Charlie had settled his head back down in his lap, and the silence resumed.

But Nick couldn't stop thinking about Charlie's reaction just then. What was that? He had originally been afraid he might of hurt him somehow, but Charlie didn't seem to be in any sort of pain at all. Especially since he thought Charlie would've let him know any sore spots to avoid in the first place.

Curiously, he slowly trailed his fingers back over to his ribs, and-

"Agh! Nihick!"

Oh. Oh.

"Charlie..." Nick's face broke into a bright grin, inwardly melting at the boy who was currently trying to hide his face in his arms. "Are you ticklish?"

"No!" The response was instinct, and Charlie knew he had answered way too quickly and way too loud to be believable. He knew Nick knew the answer already.

"You're not? So if I do this it wouldn't bother you?" Nick pinched at his ribs, and Charlie immediately shrieked, trying to roll off his lap, but Nick's other arm kept him in place. "Nick, stohohop!"

"Absolutely not. This is fucking adorable. And you need to relax, anyways."

"I thought you were gonna let me sleeheeheep!" Charlie whined in between giggles, squealing when Nick moved down to his hips and squeezed.

"Later I will. In case you haven't noticed, my plans have changed." Nick couldn't help but inwardly swoon over how cute Charlie looked at that moment, trying to shove at his chest and squirm away as bubbly laughter poured out of his mouth all the while. It was absolutely heartwarming, and as long as he could keep him happy and laughing, he wasn't sure if he'd ever stop.

But when he did eventually let up on his attack, Charlie couldn't stop the residual giggles from escaping him as he and Nick laid back on the blanket together, Nick's arms still wrapped around him tightly.

"You're evil," Charlie told him, his head resting on his chest, and he felt Nick chuckle underneath him. "I know. Don't think I'm not going to do that again, though."

Charlie only responded with a flustered whimper, and Nick grinned, his fingers finding their way back to his curls.

It didn't take long for Charlie to doze off, and Nick laid with him contentedly, caressing his hair, watching the clouds go by above them as he wondered how on earth he got so lucky with a boy like him.

[saturnzskyzz]

Midnight Cuddles

Lee: Nick

Ler: Charlie

Summary:

Charlie seems to be troubled with stuff going on at home, so why not walk up to Nick's late at night in the pouring rain?

Warning: | Tickling |

・divider credits・

Rainbow dots

Hand drawn

"Hey!"

Was what Nick had heard loud and clear as he opened the door to see a happy, and soaked, Charlie Spring outside his home.

"Woah, hey! What brings you out here, it's raining. Get inside!" Nick panicked, grabbing his lover by the shoulder to pull him inside, then closed the door.

Nick hurried to grab a towel and freshly new clothing for Charlie to wear since he assumed that the ones he was currently wearing were uncomfortable.

As a quick thank you was heard, Charlie went to the bathroom to go change and dry up. Nick was left on the couch, who was a bit stunned to see his boyfriend that night. I mean, it was midnight, and his mom was fast asleep, so it was to be understood that he wasn't expecting any visitors.

"Okay, I'm all dressed now! C'mere you!" Charlie said, hopping over to Nick to give him a cuddly hug and warm gentle kiss.

"Ohohokay now, thank you for the surprise.. But what brings you over here, Char?" Nick asked concerningly. It's not often that Charlie would sneak out of the house just to see Nick at such an hour like tonight. Usually when this happens, it's either because of his thoughts, or his mom..

"Uhm.. Let's not worry about that! Let's cuddle~" Charlie then wrapped his arms around Nick's waist, pulling them close while Charlie stuffed his face into Nick's neck, causing the older to stiffle a few giggles because of the breathy tickles.

"Chahahar! Wahahait- yohou're tihickling mehe!" Nick said, scrunching up his nose as he brought his shoulders up to try and block out the sensation, which was obviously failing.

"Oh, am I now?" Charlie said, who didn't retreat from his accidental attack on his lovers neck. He actually added to the tickly attack by going in with his hands to squeeze at Nick's sides, causing the poor boy to yelp out in surprise.

As chuckles were spewing out of Nick, he used one of his hands to cover up his mouth to reduce the sound of his laughter as to not wake his mother. She didn't know that Charlie was over afterall.

"C-Chahahar! Plehease, myhy mohohom is sleheheping!" Nick struggled to say, as he pushed on charlie's shoulder to try and push him off; failing yet again.

Though Charlie wanted to hear Nick's lovely honey sweet laughter, he knew not to wake a sleeping mother, so he eventually came to a stop, only burring his face into Nick's neck once again, only to cause a few quiet giggles here and there. Nick didn't mind at least.

"Nohow.. Can you tehell me why you came here, chahar?" Nick tried to say in a soothing voice, but was interrupted by his own giggles.

"Well.. It's my sister." Charlie said, hesitantly.

What Nick heard shocked him. Usually it would be his mom, or his thoughts, but never was it his own sister that made him walk all this way to his house in the cold pouring rain!

"What? How come your sister was the reason for your walk here?" Nick asked, concerningly now. He lightly rubbed his hand on Charlie's back to give him comfort.

"Well.. I mean?.. I don't think I want to talk about it right now.." Charlie said, almost apologetically in a way. Yes, it seems as though he ONLY walks to Nick's at night when something bad happens, but it's been MONTHS since he's done this. All the other times that were weekly, was just because he missed him and wanted to spend time with him.

"Well.. Why don't we put on a movie, get some snacks, and we'll talk about it in the morning, yeah? We don't have to talk about it at this moment, Char." Nick reassured, giving him a kiss on the head before getting up.

"Yeah.. I'd like that!" Charlie said with a smile.

And so they went to get snacks, and to put on a movie until Charlie and Nick eventually went to bed on the couch. Hopefully.. Nick's mom doesn't mind the unexpected company when she wakes up.

[anxious-lee]

you cannot convince me that nick nelson is not addicted to tickling his boyfriend charlie

[sleepy--anon]

Relax With Me

(Slight Season 2 spoilers)

Nick's mom went out for the day with Nellie, David had finally gone back to Uni so she suggested Nick invite Charlie over for the day. The couple spent the day cuddling, talking with their friends as they came and went in the call, and exchanging tiktoks.

Tao and Elle had left for their movie date, Imogen had a hair appointment, Isaac wanted to read in peace, Tara and Darcy left to take a nap, and Sahar had to go out with her family. Now the two laid comfortably in Nick's bed, above the covers, Nick on his back and Charlie laying on his side next to him. They aimlessly watched Nick's Insta feed as Pride and Prejudice played softly in the background from Nick's laptop. Charlie would press the occasional kiss to Nick's cheek when he saw something bi pride or supportive posts from Christian, Otis, and Sai. Nick bore a constant smile and light blush, occasionally turning to meet Charlie's lips. At some point, the room had gotten dark as evening crept, Nick closed his laptop, laying it on the floor, placing his now charging phone on his bedside table. He initiated the kiss that time, the warm, calm, domestic atmosphere had him sappy. Both their bright pink lips fit together like puzzle pieces, moving together in harmony like a dance. Charlie had one hand under Nick's head, holding his hand, and the other cupped his lover's face. Nick's unoccupied hand gripped Charlie's shoulder, completely lost in the mind numbing haze of Charlie's intoxicating touch. The two could feel each other's smiles, Charlie squeezed Nick's hand, letting the other one slide down his chest, out towards his upper ribs. Squeeze. He felt Nick jump and yelp against his mouth, he tried to slip his arm down but the way Charlie was holding his hand had him pinned. Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeze. Nick pulled away, wiggling his hips down in attempt to either squirm away or bury himself deep enough into his bed that he couldn't keep going. Charlie trailed his kisses down his neck, way too light in Nick's opinion, he brought his shoulder up, only to trap Charlie in place.

"Chahahar whyhyhy?!" Nick's back arched for a second with an embarrassing squeal when Charlie's squeezes hit that bit right above his hips.

"Payback dummy. You get me all the time, I'd like a turn sometimes yknow~?" Nick could hear the playful lilt in his voice but he didn’t really care when he felt his teeth scraping just under his ear as he spoke. He could tell Charlie wasn't going full out but he was extra sensitive to everything because he was relaxed and warm. He never really minded it, neither did Charlie but everything was always a competition, it felt nice to just let Charlie take him apart for a few.

"OhohohOHOKAHAY! Ohohohokay! Ihihihi cahahan't breheheathe! Ihihihi'm tihihired! StohohoOHOP!" Nick's voice was high and whiney, Charlie cooed at him for a bit as he slowed to a stop, pecking his pouting lips.

"You had fun don't lie."

"...Shut up, let me go." Charlie released his hand and immediately took him in as little spoon, playing with his hair until his fell asleep, he'll deal with his parents tomorrow.

[heartfelttickles]

Ticklish Terrors

Note: This is my first ‘long’ fic so I’m aware it’s not amazing haha but I do hope you like it! If there’s anything that can be improved then feel free to let me know, bc I am by no means an expert haha… hope you all have the best day :)

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick and Charlie

Words: 1500

Story: Nick and Charlie are watching a movie when Charlie discovers a secret about Nick.

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It was a cozy, Halloween afternoon at Nick's house. The air was filled with the warmth of a crackling fireplace and the sweet scent of freshly baked pumpkin pie, courtesy of Charlie. Nick and Charlie, sat on the living room couch, enjoying each other's company and intently watching the latest horror movie – Nick gripping Charlie’s hand every time a jump scare happened.

“Oh my gosh, who knew rugby lad Nick Nelson was scared of horror movies?” Charlie jokingly remarked when his boyfriend squeezed his hand for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Hey..” he lowered his voice, still playful, whilst poking Charlie’s side, earning a yelp and a slight giggle “that was uncalled for, there’s no need for this many scares- why couldn’t you let me watch a Marvel movie or something where I don’t feel on edge for 2 hours?’ A slight tinge of red growing on his face.

‘You know I hate Marvel movies and this is just a bit of fun, it’s Halloween of course we have to watch a horror film - it’s an unspoken law.’ Charlie justified his movie choice. Nick simply flinched again when another haunting note was played on the organ.

Nellie, afraid of the loud noises, curled up beside them. “This is just cruel, you’re scaring Nellie now, how dare you terrify my dog’ Nick looked down at Charlie with a cheeky grin as Charlie sassily rolled his eyes.

Nick absentmindedly scratched Nellie behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in bliss. The ‘rugby lad’ shifted his focus back to the movie when Nellie leaned towards his side, her nose sniffing around, in an attempt to find the comfiest place to rest her head. Feeling her nose poking around over his side caused Nick to squirm slightly - his hand flew up to cover his mouth but even that couldn’t stop the muffled giggles from tumbling out of him.

Charlie, never one to miss an opportunity for a good laugh, was quick to notice Nick's amusement. He turned to his boyfriend with a mischievous grin and an eyebrow raised – noticing his lover’s shoulders bouncing up and down with uncontrollable giggles.

"What's got you laughing, Nick?" Charlie asked, his curiosity piqued.

Still chuckling, Nick replied, "I dohont knohow what it ihis, but Nehehellie ihihis snihihiffing mehe. Ihit feheheels so weheheird.’

Charlie's eyes twinkled mischievously as an idea sparked in his mind. Scooting closer to Nick, he playfully wiggled his fingers in the air- Nick’s giggling subtly increasing, which unfortunately for him, Charlie noticed.

"Oh, so you think tickling is funny, huh? Because you’re already giggling more with just my fingers giving near you. I think I’m going to have to test my hypothesis that teasing makes you even more ticklish than usual!" Charlie declared, before pouncing on Nick gently, tickling his sides mercilessly.

Nick immediately burst out into hysterical laughter, squirming and trying to escape Charlie's ticklish assault. His joyful laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls, blending with the crackle of the fire.

‘Aww Nick, does this tickle? Are your sides ticklish?’ He taunted - fingers increasing their speed and exploring every inch of his sides – relishing in the increasing cackles he elicited from his boyfriend. ‘Wow. You’re reacting like this just on your sides when I know you’re more ticklish elsewhere. I wonder what will happen if I just happen to….I don’t know…. Go here?’ Charlie’s devilish fingers spidered into the hollows of Nick’s armpits, drawing out a squeal from the burly lad as he clamped his arms down, thus trapping the notoriously nimble fingers in one of his worst tickle spots.

‘Chahahar stohohop teheasing…. I cahahant…’ is all the older boy could get out as he attempted to thrash himself away from tickles.

‘Aw you’re so adorable like this you know…. But you do realise my hands are trapped here? I would like to have my hands back if that’s okay with you? So be a good boyfriend and lift your arms up for me?’

‘I chahahant – I knohohhow thahaht trihihick’ Nick giggled out, cheeks turning a flushed shade of red.

Charlie simply sighed theatrically. ‘Okay have it your way, I can do this all day, I’ll just stay in your ticklish armpits for eternity.’

After many, many, many attempts, Nick finally mustered the ability to lift his arms enough to release Charlie’s fingers. Charlie finally relented, allowing Nick to catch his breath, but remained on him. Unbeknownst to them, Nicks mom had witnessed the latter of the attack – a grin on her face hearing Nick’s laugh.

‘It’s been a while since I heard you laugh like that Nicky, darling’ she finally broke the silence.

Almost in synchronisation, Charlie’s head whipped around, and Nick’s head popped out from the side of Charlie – juxtaposing expressions of both embarrassment and their residual smiles.

‘Don’t forget Charlie, his inner thighs are his worst spot…’

‘Oh really’ Charlie, grinning back at her before she left, whipped his head back to face his boyfriend and was able to secure himself on Nick’s waist, hands evilly hovering near his thighs, ready to test out this newfound information.

‘Mom you’re such a traitor… Char – Chahar wahahait.’ Nick’s hands shot out trying to push Charlie’s hands away from his thighs, not being able to stop the anticipatory giggles that tumbled out.

‘enjoy the rest of the night darlings.’ She exited the room swiftly - cup of tea in hand, wide smile of joy plastered on her face.

‘I’m dyyying to see this now’ Charlie playfully exclaimed, locking eyes with Nick’s who attempted his classic golden retriever puppy eyes. Any other scenario, Charlie would have caved immediately… not today.

One squeeze was all it took.

‘CHAR- NOHOHO’ An onlooker would have thought he’d been struck by lightning with the intensity of his reaction from one squeeze.

‘Oh…..my….gosh….. you really are adorably ticklish, have I told you?’ Charlie teased, slightly shocked at how ticklish his boyfriend actually was. Without giving Nick a chance to answer he used both hands to squeeze the tenderly, ticklish inner thighs.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH CHAHAHAHHAHAAR………. NOHOHOHOHO’ Nick positively screamed, head thrown back, back arched, legs violently kicking and thrashing from side to side to escape the ticklish torment from his lover.

‘Aw nick, tickle tickle tickle’ Charlie cooed. Another squeal escaped Nick.

‘The teases definitely make you more ticklish…. Somehow that’s possible… does this tickle sweetheart? Tickle…. Tickle… tickle….’ Charlie enunciated every ‘tickle’ that he spoke with alternating squeezes on his thighs, tears of laughter forming in Nick’s eyes.

He finally let up once Nick’s laughter turned silent. Red faced and breathless yet still giggling with a wide smile on his face – still looking at his tickler boyfriend with the adoration he’s had for him since their first meeting.

Charlie sat next to nick once again, rather proud of his playful victory of proving his hypothesis right.

‘I think you’re the most ticklish person I’ve ever met Nicholas Nelson’ a mischievous glint in his eye as he teased his red-faced boyfriend.

‘You sure about that?’ Nick questioned, his playful energy surging back to him. ‘So it seems tickling is the weapon of choice today then, huh?’ He paused, waiting for Charlie's response.

Charlie's expression shifted, realising he had fallen into a classic trap. "Oh no, what have I done?" he exclaimed dramatically, pretending to gasp.

Without giving Charlie any time to react, Nick lunged forward, expertly targeting Charlie's ticklish spots. His nimble fingers danced across Charlie's ribs, and Charlie erupted into laughter squirming and wriggling, gradually slipping further and further down the couch.

‘NIHIHICK STOHOHOP’ Charlie cackled.

The room filled with the joyful sounds of their laughter, mingling with Nellie's barks of excitement as she joined in the fun. Nick couldn't help but laugh along with Charlie, feeling their bond grow even stronger with every ticklish retaliation.

‘Come on Nellie, you tickled me, now it’s time to help tickle Charlie’ Nick playfully exclaimed to the cheery dog, who simply licked Charlie’s face and settled beside him.

After another few minutes, Nick finally stopped tickling Charlie, both boys left breathless and feeling an indescribable joy radiating between them. They sat back on the couch, leaning against each other, recovering from the tickle-induced euphoria.

‘ I think we've had enough tickles for one day, we still have a movie to watch’ Charlie said, grinning widely.

Both lads locked eyes on the TV only to find the credits rolling in the movie – much to Nick’s delight. Unable to control his smugness of not having to watch the horror movie, Nick glanced at Charlie. Almost telepathically, their hands attracted each other into a tight hold – maintaining their eye contact of admiration and affection - when they both softly uttered the words ‘I love you’ followed by the most endearing of smiles from both lads. A passionate kiss sealed their phrase, followed by Nick’s choice of romantic movie.

As they sat there watching the new movie, the room enveloped in a cozy silence, Nick and Charlie relished in the warmth of their relationship. Laughing together, sharing playful moments, and creating memories like these reminded them that this is the love they both deserve.

[xflippinfrogx]

AHHH UR WRITING IS SO CUTE 😭😭

Could u do #54 with ler Nick and lee Charlie too? Pls and ty

“Make me”

A/N~ Sorry this took so long my dear!! I’ve been really busy this week and didn’t have a lot of time but I hope you enjoy it :))

🍄This is a tickle fic if you don’t like please keep scrolling!!🍄

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“It’s just that you’re so cool!!” Charlie exclaimed.

He had been ranting on about how ‘perfect’ Nick was for almost an hour and not to be ungrateful for the compliments, but Nick was getting sick of it. He was just really flustered

“I mean you’re super strong, literally the king of rugby and you have such cute hair..” Charlie continued, his boyfriend’s eye rolling going unnoticed.

“Char, you know I love you~” he interrupted, resting his palm on Charlie’s knee. “But could you please, please stop talking about me?”

“What? Why!?” It was as if Nick had told him to eat his own arm or something. The horror on his face was both concerning and hilarious.

“I’m a bit sick of hearing my name in every other sentence you speak. Let’s maybe change the topic for a while?” He replied hoping that Charlie wouldn’t notice his blush.

“Make me.” He stated, staring directly into Nicks eyes.

“If that’s what you want..” And soon enough that hand that was resting innocently on Charlie’s knee came into action. He squeezed and scribbled all over the tops an bottoms of them.

Charlie was overcome with ticklish sensations jolting through his poor knees. Maybe he should have listened to Nick, he thought.

It was too late, hysterical laughter emerged from him when Nick found his way to his thighs.

“NIHIHICK STAHAP!!”

“Reckon we can change the topic now?” The blonde questioned, his teasy tone very terribly hidden.

“YEHEHES IM SORRY JUST PLEASE GEHET OHOHOFF!!!”

Nick gave his boyfriends poor knees a final squeeze and then let him go.

“That’s what you get for annoying me Charlie Spring, next time I won’t go so easy on you.” He said attempting to be stern but that goofy smile on his face told another story.

“If that was easy then I’ll make sure to be on my best behaviour from now on..” his giggles had died out.

“Uh a next time!? I don’t think so~” And thus Charlie was once again thrown into fits of laughter from Nicks devious fingers

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[awkwardtickleetoo]

Payback

helloooooo first heartstopper fic!!!!! are we excited?? I'm excited :D I hope we're all excited

I have a few more ideas in mind if people actually end up liking this, so let me know if you guys are interested in seeing anything like that!! for now, i hope you guys enjoy this fic :)

lee!nick, ler!charlie, 3k words :O

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"Char," Nick spoke softly, sounding slightly impatient as he sighed hard before he spoke. Charlie turned his head towards Nick slowly, keeping his gaze on the notebook in front of him as he picked his head up from where it rested on his palm. His fingers uncurled from where they sat in front of his lips, and his eyes finally switched to look at Nick when his head was fully turned to him.

"Hm?" He questioned with a hum. Nick sighed again, letting one of his arms hang off the side of the couch where he was laying on his back, one leg straight out and touching the far end, the other bent with his knee up, resting against the cushions on the back of the couch. His head rested against the arm of the couch, a soft throw pillow behind it to keep him comfortable, and his phone sat screen-down on his chest, his other hand on top of it, as if he'd just dropped it there.

"I'm bored," Nick groaned, turning his head to look at Charlie as well. The room was silent for a moment, and Charlie blinked once, twice, raising his eyebrows before he spoke.

"You're bored?" Charlie said in slight disbelief. Nick nodded, a small strand of hair falling in front of his forehead with the movement. Charlie chuckled, pushing himself to sit up from where he had been laying on his stomach to do his homework. He turned his body around, sitting cross-legged to properly face his boyfriend now. "That's what you're complaining about?"

"Yes?" Nick agreed, a soft smile grazing his lips.

"You are such an idiot," Charlie said with another chuckle.

"But Charliiiiiiee…" Nick whined, making Charlie laugh and look back up at him.

"Oh my god, Nick, you're so dramatic." He caught Nick staring at him, eyebrows furrowed and his classic pout and puppy dog eyes on display, and watched as he pushed further.

"I'm boooooored," He whined again, dramatically throwing his arm over his face.

"And what do you expect me to do about that?" Charlie asked, tilting his head to the side and tapping the eraser of his pencil against the carpet below him.

"I dunno… Un-bored me?"

"Un-bored you?" Charlie repeated incredulously, giggling through his words. He pushed himself up once more, standing now, taking the few small steps towards the other boy. Nick's arm slipped away from his face, landing on the pillow above his head, and he opened his eyes just in time to notice Charlie walking over.

"Yeah! Like, entertain me or something! Isn't that what boyfriends are for?" Nick smiled sweetly up at Charlie when he made his way over, the corners of his eyes creasing slightly with his fond expression. Charlie chuckled slightly, raising his eyebrows again.

"Is that all I'm good for? Entertainment?" The younger boy asked, lifting one knee up and resting it on the edge of the couch cushion, leaning his weight onto it.

"Obviously," Nick responded snarkily, as if Charlie should've gathered it immediately, and Charlie scoffed at him, rolling his eyes. He pressed his knee further into the couch, sliding the rest of his calf to lay there as well, next to Nick's leg. He sat down fully, worming one hand between Nick's hip and the back of the couch to steady himself on.

"Hm…" Charlie hums like he's thinking, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips. making Nick chuckle. "Well, your mum isn't home right now…"

"That is true…" Nick spoke quietly, fingers fiddling with the edge of the pillow behind his head. Charlie smiled down at his boyfriend, scooting to the side more and pressing against his thigh. He adjusted his ankle, realizing how uncomfortable the position was, and opted instead to shift over further and straddle Nick's thigh to make it easier for both of them, leaving his other leg where it was but pressing it against the back of the couch. "Hello," Nick greeted dorkily once Charlie got situated, his hands finding their way to Charlie's waist in seconds.

"Hi," Charlie responded, his hands resting on Nick's stomach, over the material of his yellow and white striped t-shirt. Nick smiled, gently rubbing his thumbs against Charlie's waist where his hands rested, and Charlie leaned down, pausing a few inches away from Nick's face to speak in a hushed tone through a fond smile. "I wonder what we could possibly do to keep you entertained in an empty house like this…"

"I was wondering the same exact thing myself," Nick spoke through a smirk, catching Charlie's lips when he finally closed the distance. The two kissed for what felt like hours but somehow still wasn't long enough, only breaking apart for quick breaths and soft, giddy laughter. Their hands stayed in their chosen places– Nick's holding Charlie's waist delicately, tucked away under the fabric of his flannel, palms pressing in, fingers squeezing, thumbs rubbing gently over his thin t-shirt, and Charlie's having moved up to hold the side of Nick's face, cupping his jaw, left pointer finger barely moving against the short hair above Nick's ear.

That is, until Charlie decided to enact his actual plan, and his hands very suddenly jumped down to Nick's torso, completely ruining the calm atmosphere by digging his fingertips right into Nick's ribcage.

"AH– CHAHAR-lihihie!" Nick screamed, rather embarrassingly as his voice cracked and broke during it, arching his back before crashing down and dissolving into helpless laughter. His hands moved from Charlie's waist, tensing his arms to his sides and squeezing his hands into fists. "Whahahahat the fuhuhuhuck?!"

"This is pretty entertaining, don't you think?" Charlie said, the teasing lilt in his voice making Nick shake his head.

"Nohohoho!" Nick's hands finally came to life– Charlie assumed his brain finally caught up to the fact that he could use them– and they shot down towards Charlie's wrists, grabbing them tightly. It took him a few seconds to be able to actually pry Charlie's fingers away from him, as he was severely weakened due to the surprise attack his boyfriend had launched on him, but after a few moments of desperate pulling, he managed to get Charlie to relent. "Thihihis is unfahair!"

"How is it unfair?! You get me all the time, don't you? It's literally only fair, you just can't handle the fact that you're a big, strong, rugby lad who can get taken down by a few little pokes!" Charlie teased more, proving his point by slipping his wrists out of Nick's grip and placing sporadic pokes all over his torso, over his tummy, sides, ribs, under his arms when Nick moved them too much, even down to the spot right above his hips that Nick loved to use on Charlie whenever he could.

"Ah– AH– Chaharlihie!" Nick squealed, flinching and squirming under the pokes, shifting his upper body any way he could to try to escape the feeling. He tried to grab for Charlie's hands, but no matter how close he got, Charlie's movements were unpredictable, and he just barely avoided Nick's grappling every single time. "Hohohow- ah! How ahare you s-soho quihihick?!"

"I'm just so talented," Charlie responded sarcastically, continuing his pokes for a few more seconds before Nick was finally able to catch his hands. He let Nick hold onto him this time, giggling proudly to himself as he watched Nick breathe heavily and let out residual laughter, and he pushed against Nick's hold to lace their fingers together gently. "You're blushing," He commented, making Nick groan and squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment. His case wasn't helped when his cheeks only grew more pink.

"Shut up," Nick mumbled, attempting to make it seem like he was unaffected, but the way he continued to squirm under the attention and how he was unable to keep the smile off his face even when he tried to pout caused his attempt to come up short.

"I can't! It's really cute!"

"Shut up, Charlie!" Nick whined again, shifting his leg that was still pressed against the couch, squeezing Charlie's hands before pulling them apart and rubbing his palms up and down his thigh.

"I literally can't! You look–!" Charlie cut himself off, taking in Nick's flushed nose and cheeks, an overwhelming warmth taking over his chest as his gaze softened. "You look… really adorable when you're all embarrassed like this."

Nick's hands flew up to his face, covering himself and hiding how incredibly flustered he was. He slid his hands up to run through his hair and grip it tightly before covering his face again, groaning dramatically.

"I'm actually breaking up with you."

"I actually don't think that's true," Charlie said, calling his bluff, which earned him a scoff in response. When Nick didn't say anything to refute the claim, Charlie smiled, and once again struck brutally, forming his fingers into claws and suddenly scratching at Nick's tummy.

"NO! Chahahahahar!" Nick struggled to whine out through his laughter, squirming as much as could under Charlie's torturous fingers. He curled his leg up further, suddenly kicking it back out when Charlie his a particularly sensitive spot on the side of his tummy, his knee hitting Charlie's shoulder in the process. Charlie gasped dramatically, pressing his palms flat against Nick's stomach again, his thumbs bent in to continue scratching at his tummy to keep him giggling.

"Nick Nelson! Did you just hit me?"

"Whahat?! Noho!" Nick replied immediately, reaching down and gripping onto Charlie's wrists, but not moving him away yet.

"You did! You hit me with your knee! That was so unbelievably rude!" Charlie tried acting offended, but he couldn't keep the ecstatic smile off his face from how giddy he felt in that moment.

"Oh, Chahahar, you– you knohow that wasn't ohon purpohose!"

"I don't care, you deserve payback."

"What pahayba–ACK–!" Nick squealed once again, this time caused by Charlie leaning to the side to pin his leg against the back of the couch and start poking and squeezing at his inner thigh with both hands, the material of his sweatpants doing very little to block out the feeling. "Chahaharliiiiihihie–"

"Niiiiiiick!" Charlie taunted, making Nick gasp and look at him in shock before breaking down into more laughter. His laughter grew even louder and more desperate as Charlie moved down his leg, barely before the bend of his knee. He took in a sharp inhale when Charlie hit that spot, jolting so hard Charlie was convinced he'd been electrocuted, and he couldn't stop the laugh he let out at that. Nick shifted to the side slightly, the leg that was under Charlie jolting also, almost throwing him off, and he buried his face in the space between the back of the couch and the pillow he was laying on. "My god, Nick, I didn't know you were this bad!"

"Shuhuhuhut UHUP!" Nick complained, laughter growing squeakier the longer Charlie stayed in that spot. Charlie decided to show him some mercy, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy too much, so he switched spots with a well-placed squeeze right above Nick's knee.

This made him yelp again, yanking his leg back and bending it up as far as he could– which, unfortunately for Nick but very fortunately for Charlie, pulled his socked foot along with it. He managed to yank it all the way past Charlie's body, ending up with the defenseless sole of his foot resting on Charlie’s stomach, and when he attempted to move his leg back to where it was, Charlie simply caught his ankle in his hand to keep him in place.

“Charlie,” Nick spoke quietly, trying to sound threatening and make it sound like a warning, but his tone was shaky, and he was still giggling and breathing heavily from the tickling he had already endured. Charlie wasn’t scared at all, and Nick was scared out of his mind. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?” Charlie repeated as he lifted Nick’s foot up slightly, off his stomach and into his eyesight. “Why not? Would that be a bad idea?”

“Yes, it would be a very bad idea, so- so just don’t, okay?"

“Why would it be bad? Is this not so much fun for you? Is it not keeping you un-bored like you asked me to?” Charlie pushed, gently swiping one finger over the arch of Nick’s foot and watching his toes curl as anticipatory giggles flowed freely from his lips.

“Charlihihie–” Nick giggled nervously, resting one palm on his stomach to try to calm his nerves, and holding the other hand up towards Charlie, as if he were preparing to grab for his hand. He never did, though, so Charlie continued on.

"Try not to lose your mind too much, Nicholas." The teasing tone of Charlie’s voice was something that Nick heard very rarely, and it never failed to make dozens of butterflies flutter around in his tummy like they had intended to make a home there. He could barely think, too wound up and nervous about what Charlie was about to do to consider much else.

"Please Char, love, please– plehease, don't, Charlie, wh-whatever you're about to do, just– just don't do it, please–"

"Oh, babe, it is way too late for that, you cannot be this cute and this ticklish and expect me to stop now," Charlie teased, shaking his head, smile widening when Nick whined and dropped his head back against the pillow, his cheeks flushing impossibly redder. Charlie swiped his finger over Nick’s sole again, dragging his nail across the entire length of it this time, before repeating the action in the opposite direction.

"Thihis is cruhuhuel, Charlie,” Nick whined, balling his hands into fists before reaching forward and resting his palms on Charlie’s thighs for his own comfort, needing to hold onto his boyfriend in some way to keep himself grounded.

"I know," Charlie said with a smirk that Nick could only compare to an evil cat, and then he deviously scratched his nails all over Nick’s foot, starting just underneath his curled toes and ending up down by his heel, repeating the process over and over again.

Nick broke out into loud laughter instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, shaking it against the pillow underneath him. He attempted to arch his back, to kick his legs out, to twist his torso to either side, to squirm in any way he could, but with Charlie straddling one of his legs and the other bent the way it was, he was completely trapped.

“FUHUHUCK, CHAHAHAR–“ Nick managed through his laughter, bringing his hands up to his face again, lacing his fingers together and covering his face with the backs of his knuckles, unsure of what else to do with himself.

Then, just as Charlie’s thumb swiped up the inside of his foot, he managed to muster up the courage to yank his foot out of Charlie’s grip, and he immediately pushed his legs past Charlie and shot up to grab his hands.

“Nohohoho mohore! No mohohore, plehehease–“ Nick pleaded, shaking his head, catching his breath as much as he could. Charlie giggled at his reactions, squeezing Nick’s hands before pulling away.

“Okay, okay, fine,” He began, sitting up on his knees and maneuvering Nick’s leg to lay flat next to his other, straddling both his thighs and shifting slightly further back. “No more. I promise.”

“…Holy shihit, Char…” Nick whispered once he’d finally caught his breath, making them both giggle softly.

“I know, I know,” Charlie said with a roll of his eyes, motioning for Nick to sit up. “Come here.” Nick followed his motion, sitting up and leaning back onto the palms of his hands, looking up at Charlie with a smile on his face and a fondness in his eyes that made Charlie’s cheeks feel warm. “What are you looking at, tickle boy?” Charlie asked, reaching up to Nick’s hair and ruffling it to make him giggle before properly carding his fingers through it to try and fix how messy it had become.

“Just you. You’re pretty,” Nick explained, melting into Charlie’s touch.

“Shut up, you idiot,” Charlie complained with a scoff, letting his hands slip down from Nick’s hair to wrap his arms around his neck, Nick doing the same with Charlie’s waist. Charlie smiled softly and leaned in for another kiss, warmth spreading through his chest again when he heard the content hum that Nick let out. "Sorry for all that…" Charlie mumbled when he pulled away, placing a hand gently on his arm and rubbing his thumb over his bare skin soothingly. "That was kind of cruel of me."

"It's alright," Nick reassured quietly, a soft smile on his face. He cleared his throat, bringing his elbow up to cover his mouth as he coughed into it a few times, letting out a soft sigh when he finished. "It was kinda fun." Charlie's head whipped over to look at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raised.

"Fun? Really?"

"I mean, yeah…" Nick continued softly, flicking his eyes up to connect his gaze with Charlie's. "I don't mind it when it's you."

“Well, aren’t you just adorable?” Charlie teased, and Nick groaned again, shoving his face into Charlie’s neck and hugging him around his waist as tight as possible. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I had to,” Charlie tried to explain, but Nick only grumbled into his skin. Suddenly, Nick launched himself backwards, pulling Charlie to lay down with him. “Nick!”

“Shhh, cuddle time.”

“Oh, cuddle time, is it?”

“Mhm. I have to recharge after all that torture.”

“Oh my god,” Charlie rolled his eyes and shook his head, but he still adjusted himself to be more comfortable and sank into Nick’s arms. “You’re such a baby.”

“I know,” Nick said with a smirk, closing his eyes and pulling Charlie closer.

The two stayed like that for a while, joined soon after by a very curious Nellie who laid on the floor next to them while they both drifted off to sleep for a soothing afternoon nap.

Of course, the soothing rest only lasted about an hour, before Nick woke up and decided to enact the revenge he had already been plotting before the couple fell asleep.

[mah-t-wordblog]

DÉSOLÉ

Lee: Charlie Spring

Ler: Nick Nelson

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Ships: Nick x Charlie

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Nick came out of the bathroom of the hotel room in Paris

Charlie was playing on his cell phone alone in his bed

Nick threw himself at the boy's legs

“Nick! You’re heavy, idiot!” Charlie laughed when he felt the other on top of him.

“But it's so good here~” Nick turned his head to look at his boyfriend, seeing that he was smiling he had to smile too

“Lie down next to me like someone NORMAL” Charlie emphasized that last word by nudging Nick with his foot.

“But Char~”

The older one started running his fingers over the other's feet.

“Nihihicolahas”

“And since when has my name been that, mon’Amur”

Charlie, with nowhere to run and his face now red, started kicking his legs until Nick was thrown out of bed.

Nick stood up and looked surprised.

“DID YOU THROW ME OUT OF BED?” He exclaimed

Charlie laughed “you didn’t give me a choice”

Nick started to walk slowly towards Charlie, the youngest started to feel butterflies in his stomach

Nick crossed his arms “apologize”

“NO” Charlie exclaimed laughing “you deserved it”

Nick jumped on top of him, started squeezing every sensitive inch of his body, kissing his neck, squeezing his sides and ribs and especially that special little place on his knee.

“NIHIHICK NOHOHOHO” Charlie was a mix of blushes, squeals and very cute giggles

“Apologize, mon’Amur,” Nick whispered with an additional (and purposeful) breath in his ear.

Charlie can't answer

Nick began to squeeze not only the front part of his boyfriend's body but the back as well.

“AHAHAH” Charlie exclaimed

“On saying that someone doesn’t need to manage quelques chatouilles~”

“NOHOHOT FREHEHENCH”

"Apologize"

“SOHOHOHOHOHORRY”

“In French~”

Charlie threw his head back

“DÉSOHOHOLÉ”

Nick stopped, just lying on top of his boyfriend while the other panted and laughed softly.

“You are so horrible”

“And you’re so stupid if you think you make me believe you don’t like it.”

Their eyes met, they kissed

Nick got up

“Come on Charles. Allons-y mon petit ami chatouilleux”

“Oh how bilingual you are Nicolas”

“And you’re just a Brit.”

They both burst into laughter

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[shoto-lee]

Tickletober Day 10 - Interrogation

lee!nick, ler!charlie

Summary: After Charlie bakes a tray of Halloween-themed cookies, he returns to find that someone has impolitely eaten them!

A/N: this is mainly for interrogation, but there are a few more categories that i didn't realize i'd mentioned lol. anyways this was kinda short. bye

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Charlie stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the kitchen. He saw a pan of pumpkin-shaped cookies, with half a bite taken from two of them. These cookies were made by none other than himself, just a few moments ago!

And the only other person in the house was his boyfriend, Nick. Ridiculous how the boy didn't realize that Charlie would immediately know it was him - if it even was him.

"Nick? Where are you?" Charlie shouted out of the kitchen, listening carefully to hear the sounds of video games being played in his room. He made his way there to find Nick lying across his bed, with a controller in his hand.

When he saw Charlie, he quickly wiped his mouth with his wrist. "Oh, hey! Did you call for me?" He innocently asked.

Charlie took a few steps toward his bed before smelling something strange. The smell of pumpkin - the exact thing included in those cookies - jumped out at him.

"Question." Charlie took a seat beside Nick, making the boy put the controller down and sit up as if he were in trouble.

Nick looked at Charlie with his innocent, round eyes, and Charlie couldn't help but smile. But he gathered himself and continued with the questioning.

"Where did the two halves of those cookies go?"

Nick lightened up. "Cookies? You made cookies?" He was about to hop off the bed, but Charlie had other plans. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and pushed him down on the bed, straddling his belly.

"Did you eat the cookies?!" He demanded an answer. Nick gulped, trying to push the smaller boy off of him.

"No...I didn't e-even know you made cookies!" He insisted, cheeks growing red.

"You're a horrible liar." Charlie spoke. He slid his hands under Nick's shirt and started tickling his sides with vigor. "Tell me the truth!"

Nick writhed around underneath the boy. "I aham! I dihihahaHAhahadint tahake yohour cohohookies!"

Charlie hummed. "Sure. Then why do you smell like them?" He leaned in and sniffed, only to smell even more remains of the cookies.

"Weheheirdo! Gehet ahaohoff me!"

Taking great offense to being named a weirdo, Charlie crawled his finger under Nick's arms, making him erupt into a volcano of laughter and giggles. He tried to swat Charlie's hands away, but was too overwhelmed with being tickled to do so.

"Nick, all I want is a confession! Did you eat the cookies?!"

"YeHEHes! I ahate thehehem!" He admitted, a single tear leaving his eye from Charlie's ticklish wrath.

"See? Was that hard?" Charlie teased, pulling his hands out of Nick's shirt. The rugby player rubbed his sides and armpits, feeling a few ghost tickles.

"I'm sorry. I thought they were different flavors, so I tried half of two. They were delicious though!" Nick complimented Charlie's baking skills, hoping to get back on his good side. It worked.

Charlie chuckled and took Nick's hand, leading them both back to the kitchen. Probably to get more cookies.