#ler!charlie spring

[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.

[august-anon]

Dog Laws

Tickletober 2022, Day 9: Trapped

lol this is unedited as usual, but i think it is also the shortest fic i have posted so far and the last fic i have pre-written until, like, the 18th. so. oops erjfhjff hopefully i find some writing time tonight to prep for tomorrow lol

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Fandom: Heartstopper

Ship(s): Narlie

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Nick/Ler!Charlie

Word Count: 263 words

Summary: Nick, by law, cannot move while Nellie is asleep on him. Charlie takes advantage.

[ao3 link]

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“Sorry, Charlie, I can’t move. That’s the law.”

Charlie huffed. “Because Nellie fell asleep on you, you can’t move?”

“It’s written in the handbook whenever you get a pet. ‘Thou shalt not move when thy fall asleep on your lap.’”

Charlie laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

Nick grinned, ruffling a hand through Nellie’s fur. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

Charlie flopped back on the bed next to Nick with a sigh, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of Nellie’s content, sleeping face. And then a horribly devious thought occurred to him. He hoped Nellie would forgive him for it. It would be Nick breaking the law, anyway.

“So, since you’re trapped by dog law ,” Charlie said, pushing himself back up into a sitting position, propped up against the pillows next to Nick, “you won’t mind if I do this ?”

Charlie wiggled a hand between them, prodding it into Nick’s side. Nick inhaled sharply, jerking his torso but doing his best to keep his legs still. He tensed, shifting and eyeing Nellie’s sleeping form, but he didn’t do a thing to try and stop Charlie.

Interesting.

“Charlie, come on,” Nick said, his voice wobbling. “Cut it out.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s boyfriend law that I have to tickle you at every opportunity.”

Nick sputtered out a laugh at that, breaking the dam for the rest of his ticklish giggles to follow. “ Boyfriend law? ”

“Just remember,” Charlie said, leaning in and bringing his other hand into play. “Don’t wake Nellie.”

Maybe Charlie should come up with a punishment for when he inevitably did.

[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.

[veryblushyswitch]

HIIIII

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.

[heartstopper-tword]

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 |

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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.

[puppys-preytime]

The Trouble With Asking

Author’s Note: Ho ho hiya! @cringemesstickles happy holidays from your secret Squealing Santa! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written, I had a ton of fun with the anticipation - it’s just the cutest.

Fandom: Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie

Word Count: 390

“Charlie, it really isn’t hard,” Nick Nelson laughed, adjusting his positioning on his boyfriend’s hips, fingertips looming over the clothed ribs in front of him. Ashen blonde hair fell against his forehead as he bent down even closer to Charlie Spring’s reddening left ear, blocking the setting rays of the sun spilling into the bedroom from the open window.

“Just ask.”

The younger boy sputtered out a strangled kind of giggle, eyes flicking nervously to Nick’s hands as he wriggled against his mattress. “Nick, I can’t, I-I don’t-”

“Look, I’ll give you a little motivation. Either you ask me to tickle you-”

“Nick-”

“Or,” the rugby lad continued, smirk barely contained by a hastily bitten lip. “Or I can start with your ribs as…well, does ‘punishment’ really even fit here? Because you like-”

“Alright, okay-” Charlie huffed, the blush he sported across the tips of his ears sinking down into his cheeks and coloring them a dusty rose. His light eyes softened as he gazed into the other’s dark ones; it really wasn’t fair, how much Nick resembled his dog Nellie whilst he waited for something.

So patient, but just as adorably unforgiving.

“I don’t have all day, Char,” Nick murmured in a low voice that made Charlie shudder from his shoulders all the way down to his toes. His fingers twitched at Charlie’s ribs, grazing the bones with a feather-light touch, and Charlie all but shrieked in surprise.

“Okahay, okay,” he giggled, high-pitched and breathy as his fingers moved of their own volition to grab at his partner’s, halting them in an instant.

Nick froze, genuinely puzzled. His face fell. “Did I-?”

“No! No, god, no-” Charlie was fast, leaning up on his elbows to press a kiss to his forehead. A shy grin spread from ear to ear once he pulled away, rosy blush returning. “I’m sorry. You did nothing wrong, I-”

Charlie took a deep, wavering breath before exhaling the words out in a whirlwind. “NickNelsonpleasetickleme.”

If he hadn’t been so flustered, he would’ve laughed at the sight of Nick’s relieved grin, altogether eclipsing the sun in its beam of pleasure. “Yeah?”

“...Yeah.”

And if Tori Spring paused momentarily outside of her brother’s bedroom to give an affectionate eye roll towards the door at the sound of shared euphoric laughter, what of it?

[starlight-write]

....lee!Husk () ler!Vaggie and ler!Charlie?

The others come in at some point idk (adorable sight though)

"Need some help there?" Vaggie laughed at seeing the cat sprawled out on the floor.

Husk yelped at the sudden voice before looking up at the exorcist standing at the side side of the bar. The cat's ear flattened in embarrassment and looked away.

The girl shut the door behind her as she approached him. "How did you even manage to get yourself stuck like this?"

"I was doing a little 'Spring Cleaning." He sighed. "I was sweeping under the shelf and the head of the broom broke off. Honestly, we need more cleaning supplies this thing was ancient."

"And you really thought your beefy arms could reach that and not get stuck?"

"Hey, I did get it!" The cat said before flicking the tool out towards the other.

"Good for you, hun." The exorcist noticed her girlfriend walk into the main living space.

"Hey babe, check this out!"

"Oh come on!" Husk whined as Charlie approached the bar. The princess peeked over the counter and shot her girlfriend a confused look.

"Look who got his arm stuck under the counter." Vaggie laughed. "You think we should call the fire department or something?"

Charlie laughed softly at the other. "Aww, poor thing. Does the kitty cat need our help?"

This was beyond humiliating. The cat thought to himself and banged his head on the floor.

"Yes, please." He groaned in defeat.

Charlie hopped over the counter and crouched down to face the two.

"Oh so you do have manners," The princess smiled. "Where was that a few hours ago during our last conversation? What was that you called me again? A shit-faced wannabe?"

Vaggie gasped dramatically. "Husker, how could you?!" The two girls giggled at eachother.

"For the last time, Princess, Hell or not, you're still not old enough to drink." The cat argued.

Said princess rolled her eyes before shooting an evil smile at the other girl.

"Y'know...Angeldust told us something pretty interesting about you the other day~" Charlie began running her fingers along the cat's arm.

Vaggie perked up, realizing where the other was getting at. "Yeah. Let us in on a secret on how to deal with your scrooge ass."

"Would you two just get me out alre-ADY- Hehehehey!-" The bartender squeaked when fingers began wriggling under his trapped arm.

Husk shot an angry look at the smiling princess. "Don't you even think about IT!- AHAHAHA- QUIT!!!" He shouted, squirming when Vaggie began tickling his sides.

The poor cat twisted and turned as he fought to get away from the absolute children who were wrecking his shit right now. He tried flapping his wings viciously to shoo them away. Unfortunately, this only resulted in each of the two pinning one down before attacking them as well.

Husk wished he could've said he kept his composure, but that would've been a damn lie.

"GET OHOHOHOFF!!! GET OHOHOHAHAHAHA-AAAA THIS ISN'T HEHEHELPING!!!!" Husk screamed and thrashed uselessly against his attackers.

Angel walked into the living space at hearing the commotion, followed by Alastor who had poofed himself beside the bar.

"What the absolute Hell are you guys doing-oh?" Angel laughed as he realized what was going on. The two girls looked up at the others, laughing as they got off their victim.

Alastor looked over the counter as well, looking slightly disappointed. "Yes, I heard screams of torment and got quite excited. My mistake."

The cat gulped in air, beyond embarrassed at this point.

"He got himself stuck." Vaggie explained. Angel nearly fell to the floor laughing so hard.

Alastor gave a small chuckle before snapping his fingers and the cat was suddenly poofed out of the bar beside Angel who caught him before he fell.

"Next time, call the fire department." The Radio Demon said before vanishing.

"You ok?" Vaggie asked when Husker had seemed to catch his breath.

The cat just huffed. "You guys are the worst."

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A/N: This was a fun pairing to write. Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 27: Hysterical

Reserved by @shoto-lee

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Nick and Charlie were pretty tied on ticklishness, Nick just had more spots and Charlie was just smaller. Charlie had found out about Nick's ticklishness when trying different tactics to get the upper hand. He then talked to Tara and learned a few good spots on his boyfriend. Charlie adored tickling his boyfriend, he loved his smile, his laugh, his crinkled eyes, his scrunched nose, his pink cheeks.

"Yohohou're suhuhuhuch a dihihihick!" Charlie knew full well there was no heat behind that. Nick just said things like that on instinct, he also always struggled very little when it was Charlie. Charlie always pinned his hands under his knees, making it easier for him. Charlie felt the harsh flinch when his thumbs sunk into the junction of his hips and thighs.

"Ooohhh~ What's this~?" Charlie sing-songed, repeating the action more purposefully.

"IT'S NOHOHOTHING! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT!" Nick pulled his hands with much more purpose, kicking and squirming with one of his worst spots finally found. He finally managed to free his hands, snatching up Charlie's wrists so he could breathe.

"Thahahahat... spohohot is ohoff lihihimits"

[chaoticklesblog]

Let Me Show You How it's Done

Ler! Charlie Lee! Nick with some Lee! Charlie

Heartstopper Tickle Fic Incoming! It's no secret that Nick always tickles Charlie every chance he gets. Charlie, being a bit smaller and weaker than his boyfriend, never seems quite able to turn the tables, that is, until he recruits the assistance of Nick's older brother David who wants to help Charlie get some well deserved revenge. (Set in a context that David isn't a jerk of a brother/human being).

Charlie and Nick spent plenty of time spending afternoons and evenings together doing homework, playing Mario Kart, and on particularly nice evenings, walking Nellie.

This was a particularly rainy and chilly evening, and Nick and Charlie had just finished their end of term essays for literature and history and were getting ready to watch a movie. They were at Nick's house this evening and Nick's mother was working a bit later than usual. She'd promised to pick them all up a pizza later when she returned. Nick's older brother David just so happened to be home for spring break from university and had left Nick and Charlie alone in the den to finish homework and enjoy each other's company in peace.

Well, as much peace as the couple could have, considering that Nick frequently would wrestle Charlie onto the sofa during movie nights and video game sessions to tickle the snot out of his lanky and curly headed boyfriend. This was nothing new, of course. Nick felt that Charlie's squeals and snorts were precious, and Charlie could hardly mind. After all, he deserved it for laughing at Nick for his choice in cinema taste for their impromptu movie night.

"NihihihIHIHICK, stahahahaHAHAHPIT," Charlie squealed as his brawny and much stronger boyfriend pinched at his tummy, easily a bad spot for Charlie.

"I don't think so, Charlie," Nick chuckled down at his boyfriend teasingly. "You enjoy laughing at my expense so much, laughing at my movie selection. Besides, there's nothing wrong with The Princess Bride! It's a fantastic film!" Nick dug into Charlie's sides with renewed vigor, pretending to be insulted.

And poor Charlie was now realizing he never should have commented that it was ironic that the Captain of the rugby team's favorite movie was something as hokey as The Princess Bride.

"ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I'M SORHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" Charlie screeched as Nick reached for his sensitive knee caps, squeezing into the muscle right above and relishing his boyfriends precious laughter.

"Hmmm, I don't know if I believe you," Nick smirked as Charlie squirmed desperately.

Eventually, Nick ceased his tickle attack in favor of making them some popcorn, leaving Charlie to giggle and rub the residual tickly sensations from the backs of his knees. Man, some days he wished Nick never discovered just how ticklish the backs of his knees were.

Charlie heard a soft chuckle from the staircase. Unknown to Nick, David had observed their one-sided tickle fight from the stair landing.

"You really make him happy," David commented.

"Er, thanks..." Charlie replied awkwardly.

"I'm sure Nick is happy not to be on the receiving end of tickle fights anymore as well," David snorted slightly.

"Oh, believe me, I've tried," Charlie could hear the popcorn in the microwave from the kitchen start popping. He dropped his voice, "Nick just isn't that ticklish."

"Rubbish. You just aren't getting his tickle spots," David supplied with a wink.

"But he's a lot stronger than me," Charlie grumbled. "Anytime I try to tickle him, he quickly turns the tables."

David laughed fondly. He was rather amused watching their antics. But David was Nick's big brother. He had loads of experience tickling the snot out of Nick and had no problem with teaching Charlie his little brothers worst spots.

"Why don't I give you a hand?" David dropped his voice upon hearing the microwave ding. Nick would be on his way back with the popcorn in just a few moments.

Charlie nodded, excited at the idea of learning how to tickle Nick and getting some well-deserved revenge for all the times Nick tortured him.

David walked over near the entrance of the kitchen, just out of view, to sneak attack Nick.

When Nick returned with a giant bowl of popcorn, David tackled him sending the buttery popcorn flying and Nick letting out a surprised yelp.

"David? What the hell?" Nick attempted to escape the expert hold but was unsuccessful and still in such shock that the popcorn lay scattered about, forgotten. Charlie watched with a smirk, enjoying the show.

"Come here, Charlie, let me show you how it's done!" David plopped Nick down on the sofa, still confused before Nick felt his heart drop.

"Now Nick has two death spots," David winked at Nick, who was now pinned beneath his brother and the sofa, writhing about, knowing all too well where this was going.

"D-David, don't!" Nick yelped.

"Don't what?" David asked innocently.

"Tickle me!" Nick screeched, suddenly realizing what a fatal mistake he made. He could've kicked himself! How could he fall for the teases he pulled on Charlie all the time?

"Hear that, Charlie? He's given us permission. Hell, he's basically asked for this!" David crowed.

David had Nick's arm pinned above his head and had his fingers wiggling just above Nick's underarm.

"His hips and armpits are really ticklish, if I remember right..." David chuckled darkly. Of course, he remembered correctly. Big brothers don't forget tickle spots of younger siblings.

Charlie climbed over to smirk down at Nick. "Not so tough now, are we?"

"Bite me!" Nick growled, but it sounded more like a whimper.

"You better get your revenge now, Charlie!"

Charlie looked into Nick's pleading eyes and almost took pity on the older boy. Almost.

And that's when Charlie latched onto Nick's hips, and David dug roughly into his underarms, and Nick absolutely shrieked with laughter. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at Nick's plight.

"Jeez, Nick! You're worse than me!" Charlie crowed triumphantly, digging harshly into the hip pockets, causing Nick to flop around uselessly.

"SCREHEHEHEHEW YOHOHOHOHOUU GUHUHUHUYS!" Nick cackled.

Nick hadn't been tickled in two of his worst spots in a very, very long time. Even when David had tickled him in their younger days, it was only one person tickling him. Now, both his older brother and boyfriend were torturing his two worst tickle spots. Not fair!

Nick continued to gasp and spultter as Charlie and David exploited his worst tickle spots.

"OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!" Nick squeaked.

Charlie enjoyed watching Nick come apart at the seams. After all, the rugby captain deserved it for tormenting him so many times.

Finally, David gestured for Charlie, who had gotten too carried away with tickling Nick to tears, to cease their tickle attack only after Nick's laughter had gone silent and wheezy.

Charlie had reluctantly stopped tickling his boyfriend and gave him some space as David released his hold and affectionately ruffled Nick's already messed up hair.

"Sorry, Nick, but I felt like your boyfriend could use some revenge. You were pretty brutal while you were tickling him earlier," David chuckled.

"Did we go too far?" Charlie peeked sideways at his boyfriend after David retreated upstairs after cleaning up the popcorn mess scattered on the floor.

"Just wait until I get you back." Nick wrapped his arms around Charlie, not tickling him, not just yet, as he knew anticipation would drive Charlie mad. Charlie tensed but giggled as he enjoyed knowing he could now reduce Nick to a squirmy puddle of laughter.

"I would be careful if I were you," Charlie murmured. "I now know your worst spots, and I'll just get you back."

Nick shivered, but he couldn't help but be excited to find out if Charlie really would get him back. Nick really didn't mind it so much, after all.

[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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Thanks for reading 🌸🌸

[nickandcharlieareticklish]

250 notes on my little tickle fic - that’s crazy to me, thanks everyone 🥹🥰❤️

(Psst… a sequel may be on the way…)

[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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[heartstopper-tword]

Prompt #33 for N & C ler/lee please

A/N: hi anon! ty for the prompt :) hope you enjoy!

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Prompt #33: "Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly?"

Missing You Making Me Laugh

Two weeks away from each other was enough.

Charlie had known Nick was going on holiday with his family well in advance. Nick had told him about his family's tradition of traveling to Menorca every year to get together with the rest of his extended family, and how one day he wanted to take Charlie with him. Even a few hours apart from one another at school was agonizing for the both of them in general, so two weeks in different countries was absolute hell.

Luckily, Nick had kept his promise of calling Charlie every night to talk to him, checking in on his mental health back home and updating him about his cousins' antics around the vacation house. He'd send him pictures of the dogs together, him and other relatives, and so on, but Charlie still felt lonely without the older boy next to him.

He wasn't afraid to let his boyfriend know how he felt when he'd call, and every time Nick would answer with, "I know, I miss you too. It's only a few more days and I'll be back." Then he'd give him that classic, charming Nick Nelson smile that always stole Charlie's heart.

It wasn't just Nick's company Charlie was missing. It was something else. Something that made Charlie blush whenever he thought about it, giddiness and nerves overtaking him on the inside.

Charlie was known by his friends to be extremely ticklish. He, Tao, Elle, and Isaac had had their fair share of tickle fights and ambushes, and for as long as he could remember, Charlie very nearly was always being ganged up on. He couldn't help it, of course. He'd always been a walking tickle spot since he was little, Tori taking advantage of it as her duty of being the older sibling. It was something he'd tried and obviously had failed at hiding from Nick once they began dating, more out of embarrassment than anything.

When Nick had figured out Charlie's ticklishness, he'd gushed about how adorable he found it and that it just added to one of the things he loved best about him.

Charlie had been extremely embarrassed at first, but slowly became comfortable with the fact that Nick wasn't weirded out by him. In fact, Nick tickled him at almost every chance he got, almost anywhere they were. It made Charlie feel overjoyed by the fact that someone wasn't afraid to be physically affectionate with him, even if it meant being at the receiving end of it all.

But now, Charlie almost felt starved by this absence. He didn't have Nick whispering teases into his ear as he held him close against his chest. He didn't have him chasing him around his house and cornering him before tickling him into hysterics. He missed Nick's goofy self whenever he got into his moods, and he wanted it more than anything. And he needed that now.

He was currently sitting at his desk in his bedroom, on one of his daily calls with his boyfriend. The sun was setting through the window, and Charlie knew he didn't have much time until he needed to get ready to head off to bed. He could hear Nick talking about his afternoon, helping to babysit the younger of his cousins, but he wasn't truly listening. His thoughts kept going to that one specific thing he had on his mind all day.

"Charlie?" On the screen, Nick's face was filled with concern, his head tilted slightly. "What's wrong? You look all flushed."

Charlie cleared his throat, "I-I'm fine." Then as an afterthought, "Sorry."

"No," Nick shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "No S-words from you, sir. I thought we banned that word for good."

Charlie bit his lip, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry."

Nick wasn't oblivious. He could see the beginning of that cheeky smirk even through the screen of his phone.

"Charles Francis Spring," He said slowly, causing Charlie to shiver in his chair, "Are you purposely trying to rile me up right now?"

Charlie felt like his whole being was on fire from how hard he was blushing. Even through the phone screen he couldn't look Nick in the eye.

"Talk to me. What are you thinking in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I-I-" the younger swallowed, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew Nick had caught on to what he wanted. Of course he had. Nick could read Charlie like an open book. It felt like he was right there in his bedroom with him.

"Is there something you want from me?" Nick couldn't help his own smirk from appearing on his face, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend teasingly.

"Stooop," Charlie whined, covering his face with his hands, a nervous giggle escaping his lips.

"I'm just asking a question!" Nick laughed, and Charlie shook his head, still hiding his face. After a moment of silence, Nick leaned in a little. "Charlieee..."

"Do I have to say it?" Charlie asked, finally peaking through his fingers at his boyfriend and trying not to combust.

"I'd love to hear it."

They kept their eyes locked with one another, both of them grinning like idiots. Finally, Charlie let out a long sigh, looking down at his hands.

"I- I want you to..." His voice was barely audible, and Nick chuckled as he trailed off. "What? I'm sorry, you want me to...?"

"You know what." Charlie said playfully exasperated, and Nick crossed his arms over his chest, remaining silent.

Charlie's leg was bouncing under his desk, and he let out another sigh, squirming in his seat. "Iwantyoutotickleme."

"Again?"

He rolled his eyes. "I want you to... tickle me."

"And it finally comes out." Nick leaned back again in his chair, looking at his boyfriend smugly.

"Shut up."

"Oh? You want me to tickle you that badly? You miss me teasing you and playing with you? You miss me making you laugh so hard you can barely breathe? You miss me making you all flustered to the point you can't speak in complete sentences?"

"Shut up!" Charlie squealed, closing his eyes as nervous giggles began pouring out of his mouth. He could almost feel the sensation of Nick poking at him playfully, and it was driving him nuts.

"Oh Char, just you wait until I get back. Because I miss it too. I've nearly gone insane without hearing your adorable laughter. I miss seeing you squirm underneath me. So as soon as I get home, you better be ready. We'll have to make sure my mum isn't home. She'll think I'm murdering you."

"Nicholas, I will hang up on you." Charlie threatened, though by the tone of his voice, Nick knew he wasn't serious. However, he decided to egg him on once more. "Go ahead. That'll just seal your fate even more."

"Ugh, stop!" Charlie grabbed his phone, both boys laughing at this point. "You're impossible!"

"Okay, okay." Nick raised his hands, finally relenting. "You're just too cute to not tease you."

Charlie scoffed, moving to his bed and falling onto his back, his phone raised above him. "You're a menace, you know that?"

"Oh, I know." Nick winked, and Charlie felt his heart flutter in his chest. "Anyways, I have to get going. My family's going to be eating dinner soon. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay." Charlie felt slightly disappointed. He always hated hanging up with Nick at the end of a call.

Nick must've sensed his change of moods, and his expression softened. "Only a few more days, mon amour." He whispered, and Charlie nodded.

"Only a few more days."

[gamequeenanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

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Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.