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heartstopper-tword · 6 months

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Prompt #33 for N & C ler/lee please

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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."

#heartstopper #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper tickle fic #netflix #lgbtq #charlie spring #nick nelson #ler!nick #lee!charlie #teasing #gay #bisexual

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hilarskywalker · 4 months

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"One thing I consider myself good at-I'm a pro at tickling people. Professional though. Does anyone want me to tickle them?"

@ticklish-sidekick @city-tickles

#tickle #tickling #tickle fight #taz skylar #taz skylar sanji #sanji one piece #one piece #one piece netflix #netflix #luffy #cosquillas

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shinyturtlelady · 10 months

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Episode 11 and I am still not sure who's on her side... everyone is so suspicious! It's so fucked up I love it.

I really have no clue who _bbbfamous is. Just clueless. Not even a red herring because the suspects don't fit the profile at all.

#celebrity kdrama #celebrity netflix #i love revenge stories #tickles me timbers they do #celebrity netflix kdrama #__seoari #_bbbfamous

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dontknowmanijustworkhere · 3 months

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From Pain to Laughter

Summary: Wednesday is in pain after fencing so Enid offers to give her a massage and discovers that her roommate is pretty ticklish

“Are you still in pain?” Enid asked.

Wednesday had hurt her back during fencing, but absolutely refused to see the nurse or let anyone know. Enid wouldn’t have known if Thing hadn’t tipped her off, much to her roomie’s disgruntlement.

“Yes,” Wednesday grumbled, half her face buried in her pillow.

“Wens, you should really see the nurse-”

“No.”

“But-” Enid was cut off.

“I don’t need to. I’m fine.”

Enid squawked in disagreement. “You’re totally not! You never lay down except for bed and you haven’t used your typewriter all day . Is this about Bianca?”

Wednesday didn’t want Coach Vlad to find out because then, inevitably, Bianca would too and she could simply not handle the humiliation of the siren finding out about a weak spot.

“You’re in pain,” Enid tried again when Wednesday didn’t say anything. “You should at least get some pills for it.”

“No.”

Enid groaned. Why did Wednesday have to be so stubborn?

She thought back to when her brother got hurt playing football with the rest of their cousins during a family reunion. He’d gone to get a massage because his upper back hurt that much. Maybe that would work for Wednesday too. Except she didn’t let anyone touch her.

But maybe -

“Can I give you a massage?” The question must have surprised Wednesday. She didn’t immediately refuse.

“What did you just ask me?”

“Can I give you a massage?” Enid repeated herself slowly, now wondering if this was a bad idea. “It'll make you feel better. My brother got one and it helped him.”

“And you believe I will allow you to do the same to me?”

Enid shrugged, despite her roommate not being able to see it. “I’m just trying to help, Wednesday.”

“I don’t need your help.”

Enid pouted. “Please? I really think it’ll help and you should do something if you won’t go see the nurse.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes. “If you insist then fine . But I don’t think it will do anything.”

Enid smiled victoriously. She climbed on the bed, pausing when she realized she was going to have to straddle her in order to be stabilized. “Don’t get mad,” she warned and Wednesday scoffed at her for this. “But I gotta...” She trailed off, sitting on the back of her thighs but keeping it light incase Wednesday reacted badly.

“ Enid .”

“Sorry,” Enid said quickly. “But I can’t get you as well from the side.”

The goth girl growled. “You are lucky I am allowing this.”

“Lucky? This is for you .”

“Get on with it,” Wednesday ordered, ignoring that last remark.

Enid glanced over at Thing, who was on the other side of Wednesday’s bed. “She’s so bossy today.”

Thing agreed.

“Is it okay to go under your shirt?” Enid asked, not wanting to just assume.

“If you must.”

Enid started off near her waist, digging her fingers into the skin. Slowly, she worked her way up and then went back down. To tell the truth, it was her first time doing it so she wasn’t really sure if she was doing it right but it didn’t seem that hard. And Wednesday wasn’t complaining or stopping her so it must have meant something .

At least, she thought until she felt Wednesday jerk underneath her.

“What’s wrong?” Enid frowned in concern.

“Nothing...”

“Okay,” Enid didn’t believe her but continued on, keeping her movements slow and her gaze on Wednesday in concentration.

Wednesday had to have been lying to her. The longer this lasted, the more she seemed to...squirm?

“What the-” Enid’s brain caught up to her a minute later. She grinned in delight. “Are you ticklish, Wednesday?”

“No,” her voice was muffled by the sheets.

“Wednesday, you totally are!”

“Do what you intended to and stop talking!” Her roommate sounded embarrassed.

Oh, that was how she was gonna be, huh? Enid did as she was told, for like a minute.

Then she let her hands slide down closer to where the goth girl’s stomach was, lightly tickling her there. She was encouraged by the snort she heard from Wednesday to keep going, skittering her fingers back up to where her ribs were, repeating this motion a few times.

“Ehnidid!”

“Yes?” Enid said innocently, biting her cheek to keep from giggling herself.

“Sthapahp!” Wednesday was effectively pinned down and could not flop to get away.

“Aw, but you need this, Wens! Look at you, someone’s got the giggles,” Enid teased.

“I’m nhohoot!”

“You’re not?” Enid tested this, letting her nails scratch up and down her sides a couple of times. She was victorious when Wednesday actually squealed .

“Sthohop!”

Enid switched spots, getting both of her armpits at the same time. Wednesday’s laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her arms down to stop it but that only trapped Enid’s there, doing nothing to get them away.

“Sorry, Wens, but the tickle monster’s got youuu!” Enid snickered at seeing her normally stoic roommate giggling her head off.

A few noises escaped Wednesday. She was trying to keep her mouth shut so no more laughter would spill out. Hempf . Well, that couldn’t happen.

“Thing, help me!” Enid called.

The disembodied hand was there in a flash, crawling up Wednesday’s side and up through her shirt like a spider. Her roommate’s laughter was belting out again, louder now that she was getting tickled in two places.

Wednesday tried to move, squirming wildly to get away but Enid’s weight on the back of her prevented this. She was rendered helpless, forced to endure the tickling.

“I didn’t know you were so ticklish!” Enid exclaimed. This would totally be some great payback whenever Wednesday got too mouthy with her.

“Ghehet off!” Wednesday cried through her laughter.

“Nope!” Enid declared. Wednesday moved her arms up to get away from her nails, just enough to give the blonde access to the entirety of her underarms. The Addams girl shrieked. Face pressed into her mattress, she laughed into it, no longer trying to resist.

Enid wouldn’t keep this up forever. She did let up after another minute or so. Thing stopped too, scuttling back to the end of the bed.

Her roommate laid there, panting.

“Did that help?” Enid asked cheerfully.

Wednesday turned over, shooting them dark looks. “ Never tickle me again.”

Enid couldn’t help but smirk. She was totally gonna do it again.

#tickle fic #tickling #wednesday tickle #wednesday tickles #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #thing addams #lee! wednesday #lee wednesday #ticklish wednesday #wednesday and enid

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illustrationsbyemx · 9 months

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Love you to the Moon and to Saturn🌑🪐

Season 2 of heartstopper was so beautiful and made me cry so many times BUT THIS SCENE, omg it was so beautiful. One of my favourite Taylor Swift songs in heartstopper!! This song belongs to Tara and Darcy. I loved all the hints to it:

“And we can be pirates” - Darcy suggesting that it should be a pirate theme for prom

When everyone was giving Darcy money for her suit and Tara was saying “I’ve got seven” (£7) and the song name is seven

Seeing moon and Saturn’s around (not sure if that’s just a coincidence though)

TARA’S FOLKLORE POSTER

Follow my Instagram - @illustrationsbyemx

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ticklishchaos · 2 months

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Watched Spaceman on Netflix last night and can't get over the potential of Hanuš tickling Jakub because he's just so curious about humans and their quirks. Like he has unfettered access to Jakub's memories of Lenka tickling him and sharing an equal and terrifying interest in this little weakness.

#spaceman #spaceman 2024 #netflix originals #tfb #tickle fic blog #tickle head cannons #sfw tickling community #tword blog #tickle content #sfw tickling #tword content #sfw twords #tword post

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teddysterk · 5 months

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Chloe Decker Tickle Headcannons

(Credit to the gif owner!)

(This isn’t a request but I have been OBSESSED with the characters as I was watching Lucifer! I just had to make headcannons :3 oh also sorry if they aren’t the best I have only seen one season of the show also this is my second ever official headcannon post! ❤️)

Ler

Can we start with the fact that that woman is a mom and a detective? She has motherly tickle experience from Trixie!

Fighting crime all day makes her tough and strong! She can pin you if need be.

She loves little tickle fights or play-wrestling with someone and then getting them with tickles! >:3

Also, you can’t tell me that she doesn’t growl when she's the ler! 🫣

Chloe is the master at tickle hugs! If you two get into a silly argument and she forgives you with a hug, watch your back! I mean, literally, watch your back. She will scribble her nails all over your back, sides, and hips!

Back on the growling thing, if play-fighting in a tickle hug or trapped in cuddle tickles, she will growl into your neck or tummy while she noms and nuzzles.

Oh, and don’t even think about getting into a chase with her. She will catch you!

She will pretend to be grumpy, but that fades quickly into a teasy, happy smile.

Her favorite lees are Dan, Lucifer, and Trixie! Oh, and of course, Y/N.

If you work with her, expect lots of pokes and pinches throughout the case! And if it’s a tough case, she will do some tickly cuddles and takeout for the two of you to relax.

If you're in a Lee mood, she can tell! She’s super intelligent and a detective (and a total ler). She will sniff out your lee mood so quickly that it’s like she has a lee mood radar. 👀

Also, my god, this girl can tease! I mean, have you seen her banter with Lucifer?

She will use your words against you and make you so blushy. Anything you say will be used against you!

Also, she doesn’t always have her hair down, but if she does, she might “accidentally” let it drag over your tickle spots.

Chloe is also very loving! If you two are close enough, she will do lots of tickly nuzzles, kisses, raspberries, etc. 🥰

Lee

I think Chloe is more ler than lee, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish.

Chloe’s tickle spots are hips, neck, feet, wrists, and underarms.

Her main lers are Lucifer and Dan!

This girl is a fighter plus she also has some trust issues, so you rarely get lee Chloe, but it's possible.

If you're someone she trusts, you may see it! Just make sure you're ready to pin her down because if you don’t, you could get kicked. (Dan learned that one when they were dating)

Sneaking up behind her is a terrible idea unless you get her hips. If you do get her hips, she will double over, but if you don't, well let’s say Lucifer got a black eye one time 😅😂

She definitely will try to tickle or tease her ler back. Lee!Chloe happens most often in tickle fights!

She does have some other tickle spots but they are less tickly and more relaxing like her back and arms!

This girl loves those relaxing back and arm tickles while snuggling or when she’s stressed from work. ❤️

(Thank you to @the-gingerbread-lee for editing!)

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twordytings · 2 years

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Hi! Maybe I am little late to the party, but I saw your wish for the witcher prompts:)

"Why are you interrogating me?" For Witcher × reader:)

For the Love of Geralt

(Geralt x Reader)

Summary: You should’ve known better than to lie to Geralt of Rivia. When it comes to the Witcher and his tactics, though, he always finds a way to get the job done.

Word Count: 2,575

A/N: this has been sitting in my inbox for forever and i wanted to see what i could do with it. Life has been a rollercoaster lately and I needed to focus on myself but that doesn’t mean I lost my love for writing. Hope you guys like this and ty for 500 followers<3

“Why are you interrogating me?” you said to Geralt, arms crossed in front of you as you looked at him expectantly with a raised eyebrow. He had barged into your room without any warning after you had left to go… somewhere, earlier that day.

“Because this isn’t the first time you’ve lied to me about where you were going.” He was starting to think he should’ve advised Vesemir to bolt every door and window at Kaer Morhen.

“Lied to you? Why would I ever even need to fib about where I’m going?”

“If it involved chaos.” You had to readjust your posture after his response. There was no way in hell he could’ve known.

“Not sure I know what you’re talking about…” you’d sputtered all too fast, fidgeting with your fingers as he hadn’t moved a muscle. The wolf was analyzing your every move - as he always did - and could tell you were lying through your teeth.

The only reason he could read you so easily was because of the fact that he had known you for so long. On that horrible day full of bloodshed and carnage ten years ago, he’d seen you amid all the rubble and wreckage around you. Your yellow eyes pierced his… and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The Witcher himself was astonished by the mere likes of you. You were small, frail, fragile - but only to him. To everyone else, you were a genetic weapon made by your own father (which was a story that took a good while to get out of you). But you wouldn’t have told anyone else other than him; you’d noticed over time that many were afraid of him, which was odd, since the second your eyes met, you almost cried at the sheer relief which took over you. You felt a sense of comfort in his presence, which was something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Jaskier had actually thought you were mute when the two of you had first met. When he’d realized you wouldn’t even let out a peep he’d said “Great. You’re just like him!” and walked away with a huff. Not long after, though, the two of you became quite close. What used to be an even more annoyed bard and a Geralt Jr. was now a pair that couldn’t be outmatched.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Now, spill… before I play your ribs the same way Jaskier plays his lute.”

Your eyes widened at his threat, which he noticed, but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself by standing in front of the man any longer.

“I’m leaving,” you said with a sigh as you began to turn your back towards the Witcher.

It took all but a second for him to take hold of your arm; not pulling you towards him, but not letting go of his grip. You turned around to face him with an irritated look, assuming he’d give it a rest and let go. It could be marked as a talent: the number of ridiculous assumptions you made.

“You think I won’t do it?” Geralt said to you with a glint in his eyes and a smile that no one other than you and Jaskier would’ve been able to detect.

“Do what? Tickle me? I’m terrified,” you said with an ounce of sarcasm. It was a rarity for Geralt to ever tickle you, as everyone and their mother knew he wasn’t the most playful person around. It was usually Jaskier that would poke your stomach or trap his fingers in the crook of your neck when you were being a nuisance. He was that of an annoying older brother, and with a relationship such as that, you were practically never on the same page. You and Geralt, on the other hand, were a unit. You work together, think together, and solve issues as one. Therefore he’s never really had a reason to tickle the snot out of you as Jaskier so often does. Conflict was uncommon in yours and Geralt’s relationship - besides times like these, of course.

The barely noticeable smile of Geralt’s turned into a plain smirk, which told you he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. You began to panic a bit, attempting to tug away from him as discreetly as you could, but he wasn’t budging, and his smirk hadn’t faded. He hadn’t even needed to move an inch from where his feet were planted on the ground to hold you back.

“You going to tell me?” He was smiling now, and your sarcasm from earlier was beginning to be a load of bull. You were terrified. With Jaskier, it was always banter that was the catalyst for all your incessant tickle fights. But now, with Geralt, he wanted information - the truth, specifically - and you had no chance against him for it to be considered a ‘fight.’

“Geralt let go!” you seethed with a grunt as you were now yanking yourself from his grip. It was futile. But you couldn’t tell him what you were really doing when you left earlier that day.

“Fine. Be that way.” In one swift movement, he had your back against his chest as he fell backward onto your bed.

“Wait! No! Geralt plehehease don’t do this!” You could handle it when Jaskier did it, but Jaskier was a bard. A human bard. And Geralt was a Witcher… only the Lord above could’ve saved you at this point.

He had grabbed a hold of your upper arms with one of his, so your hands were technically free. Even then, all you could do was hold onto his arm and brace yourself for the inevitable.

“Ready?” he hummed into your ear. You shivered at the mischief you’d detected in his voice.

“Ihi am going to guhut you like a fish when I- WAHAIT HEHEHEHEY!” And just like that, you were a puddle of mush. He had done exactly what he said he was going to, strumming his fingers rapidly against your ribs as if he were Jaskier and you were his lute. The shrieks you let out could have very well attracted a monster or two, but Geralt didn’t seem to care.

As much as you’d wanted to escape his arms at that moment, you couldn’t say you felt safer in anyone else’s.

He paused the attack, stilling his fingers yet resting them on your ribs.

“Go on, then.”

“Ihihi won’t,” you said looking up at him, not being able to help the giggles that every so often spilled out of you.

“Hmm. Okay.” He remained in eye contact as he dug back into your ribs, smiling evilly as he did so. High-pitched giggles soon rang in his ears, but he remained persistent. “I’ve seen how Jaskier does this. If this one isn’t working… I’ll just try a different spot. You seem to have a lot,” he said with a soft chuckle. He was loving this; who knew how long he would go if you kept your ruse going?

“NOHO! OKAY IHILL TEHEHELL YOU!” You heard him chuckle from above you, which wasn’t something you’d heard from him often. You couldn’t help but feel happy that you were making him happy; even with the torture you were currently enduring.

“Alright. I’ll wait…” He was grinning, but you obviously couldn’t see it. The thing with you and Geralt - the main reason you and him had a bond like no other… was that you were both terribly alike. You were both made into weapons, both having to become something you’d never asked to. A relationship of shared trauma would be the correct name for it. The same way you had loved to see even the smallest smile grace Geralt’s, he adored whenever the same happened with you. You’re both the type to avoid seeming even the slightest bit happy; it was almost a competition between the two of you to make each other crack a smile every now and then. You would never force a laugh out of each other, but when it did happen, it was as if a spark would ignite. Everyone else felt the same way, because everyone, although they were not there for it, knew what the two of you had gone through. Everyone else took you two so seriously when you never even asked for it. You were forced to act and behave the way you did because acting any other way just wouldn’t make sense. No one would ever see you as a girl, and no one would ever see him as a man. You were hunters; it’s in your blood.

“Get off of me first,” you said with a quick push to his arm.

“Absolutely not.” He knew you would try something if he released his grip even the slightest bit.

“Fine. I was practicing.” He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, but quickly caught on and switched to a face of dissatisfaction. “With-” you sighed heavily. “With Yennifer.” You looked up at the man from the tight grasp he’d never stopped holding you in. His expression didn’t change much. You’d always hated how you could never visibly tell what Geralt was thinking. His expressions typically remained quite stoic, and those bright yellow eyes you’d found so familiar were now piercing through your own.

“Practicing…”

“Chaos.”

“Practicing chaos. You were practicing chaos with Yennifer after telling me you were just taking a walk.” You didn’t respond, because he wasn’t asking a question. Simply hearing the words come out of his mouth was enough to make you feel as guilty as anyone could. He wasn’t one to ask questions. Besides, it was either answer or be tickled senseless. “You didn’t tell me. You could’ve been-”

“I’m sorry I lied! I knew you and-”

“Stop.” He’d cut you off the same way you had earlier, letting go of you but switching you in a position to where you were sitting up and facing him. He’d taken a look at your face for the first time in the last five minutes, and he wanted to slap himself across the face when he saw a tear ready to fall in the corner of your eye. Never once had he seen you cry since that first day he had seen you; well, saved you would be a better way to put it. You weren’t crying just because you felt guilty, but because you had betrayed his trust in you. You didn’t even think he himself knew just how much he meant to you. Who knew where you would be right now if he hadn’t been there for you? “Practicing chaos is the last thing you need to be doing right now. You could’ve killed yourse-” He’d figured he shouldn’t finish his sentence. He wasn’t trying to scare you, but he also wasn’t going to let you become exactly what your father had planned to make out of you. “Y/n, your powers… you don’t need to prove anything. To anyone.”

“B-but I want to help you, Geralt.” The tear from earlier had finally dropped down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, but your tears were rolling steadily now. His expression softened at the way your voice had changed. He could hear the youth spill out of your voice like lava erupting through the cracks of a volcano. Like a child that was afraid of losing the only thing that ever truly meant anything to them. Because that was what you were: a child. A child that had to force herself to mature all because of a man that wanted power; a man that wanted the upper hand at the cost of his own daughter’s life and dignity. “All my life, I’ve been outcasted. Everyone- including my father, was terrified of my mere existence. You didn’t have to do what you did that day, but you did. I don’t know how I could ever repay yo-”

“Never,” he cut you off aggressively. “You will never need to. Look at me.” You had stopped to wipe your tears more often now in an attempt to uphold any composure at all but quickly looked up at Geralt after the order. “The way you needed me that day… I had needed you just the same.” Your eyebrows scrunched the slightest bit in a bout of confusion. “You owe me nothing. D’you understand?” You nodded your head softly, but firmly. “I don’t how else to explain it but-” he sputtered. “You are… me. You are mine. You have been since the moment I first saw you. Nothing you will ever- or could ever do will give you a reason to owe me,” he said with a shake of his head and a slight feeling of disgust at the mere idea of you repaying him for anything at all. “You never asked for this. You never asked to be poked and prodded at like some… lab rat. But everything you are is perfect. It is enough. You are enough. Alright?”

You didn’t know what else to do other than to tackle him into a hug. He was taken by surprise but didn’t hesitate to hold you even tighter with a soft smile of contentment as he did so.

You’d never loved someone as much as you’d loved him. It was a surprise that no one could truly see him the way you did. But you didn’t mind. No one deserved to experience the love of Geralt; not even you. The same way he saw you as enough was the same way that you saw him. But to you he was everything. He gave you everything you’d always longed for: the feeling of being wanted.

It had been a good minute or so, but the two of you were still in a tight hug. It was also the first time you had so affectionately hugged Geralt; it was mainly because neither of you was used to the affection. “Affection” between the two of you was usually a quick side hug here and there, so this was an entirely new occurrence. It being so new also happened to make it a little bit overbearing.

“Alright Y/n, you can let go now,” he said, holding you by your shoulder to pull you away from him.

“No. I’m comfy now,” you mumbled into his chest. He knew you were pulling his leg.

“Hmm,” he grunted in annoyance. “Off. Now.” You didn’t respond, so he sent you a quick poke to the rib.

“Ow!”

“You know better than to say that hurt.” You sent him a quick glare, looking through your eyebrows.

“Then I won’t say anything at all,” you quipped with a one-sided smile.

“That’s what I thought. You alright?” He had noticed your sudden change in demeanor. You were getting in your head again; he was always able to tell what going on in your mind.

“I’m afraid. A-Afraid the people who worked for my dad will come for me.” Geralt’s expression softened. You looked up at him to make eye contact as you felt your throat begin to choke up yet again. “I don’t want to be an experiment again, Geralt.” All of the memories you had were flooding back, but you held your composure the best you could. Crying once in a day was enough.

“And you won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you have me now.”

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mysteriouslee · 4 months

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watching Hilda for the first time.

lee!Frida ler!Hilda

Frida continuously pondered around her room, anxiety raised through the roof. Hilda sat on the bed and listened to Frida's nervous rambling and watch her cross her arms and make a dent in the floor from circling around it. Frida wouldn't exactly tell her what's wrong but she felt her presence needed.Hilda put her hand on Frida's shoulder.

"Frida, it's ok" Hilda attempted at reassurance.

"No, I failed, my parents will see me for a failure" ranted Frida

"But, Frida your parents are insane, trust me when I say that nothing will ever make you a failure, at least in my eyes and plus their expectations are out of wack anyways" reaponded Hilda.

Hilda hoped she said the right thing.

"I got a 98" said Frida with shame in her eyes. Frida let out a deep sigh and looked towards Hilda who motioned for her sit beside her. Frida flopped beside her blue haired friend and leaned into her shoulder. Hilda wrapped her arms around her friend. Though being with Hilda is quite nerve wracking for the most part, it seemed her nerves were suddenly calm. They sat in silence for a while, finding solace in each other's presence. They both eventually nodded off to sleep.

Hilda's eyes blinked open, the sky's hue was darker shade of blue that wrapped itself around the room.Hilda found her arm trapped in Frida's embrace.

"Frida, I gotta go home" Hilda stated but Frida wouldnt budge.

"Five more minutes"Frida mumbled half asleep.

"Frida my mum is probably worried" Hilda exspressed but Hilda only received a grumble in return.

"Hey come on now" Hilda coerced as she poked the girl beside her earning a little giggle from her.Hilda grew an evil grin.

"Alright then 5 more minutes" Hilda said with mischeif written all over her face.

Frida was at peace until she felt fingers spider her lower rib. "Hee hehe, Hildaha" giggled Frida who started to squirm away.

"Where are you going, you said five minutes remember?"slyly questioned the primary colours clad girl. Hilda lightly dug her fingers on the skin of Frida's neck and Frida yelped and dissovled into loud laughter.

"Shhh, you'll wake your parents" scolded Hilda as if she wasn't tickling Frida, especially on one of her weak spots.

"STAHAP *snort* HAHAHA" Frida attempted to plead but squealed when Hilda's hands found her armpits.

Suddenly they both heard a door outside of Frida's open. They awakened Frida's parents.

"Fiddlesticks" they both whispered.

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heartstopper-tword · 6 months

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anything w imogen and nick :) i really love their big brother/lil sister dynamic

A/N: hello anon! yes i love their relationship so much, and i have wanted to write about them for so long :) hope you enjoy!

also if you want to send in any prompts, you can find the list here!

You Deserve Better

It had been a couple weeks since Imogen had ended her relationship with Ben in Paris, and she still wasn't herself.

Before the day of the trip had even arrived, she'd spent hours at home trying to plan things to do with her boyfriend, whether it be with the others or the two of them having intimate time alone together. It was the city of love, dammit. And Ben was her first ever real boyfriend! She wanted to be the best girlfriend she could to her partner. But of course, her plans had been squashed pretty much immediately as soon as she arrived at the busses that day.

Ben had acted cold and distant from the start, hardly sparing her the time of day to even talk to her. He wouldn't show her any affection, unless anyone was paying attention to them, and even then Imogen could tell it wasn't genuine. She'd tried to kiss him a few times while they were at the Eiffel tower, but he'd succeeded in dodging her attempts every time.

Imogen was at a loss. Had she done something wrong? Why was he mad at her? She'd tried to talk to him alone about these few incidents on multiple occasions, but all in all gave up after he'd told her he was fine and that she was just being sensitive about it.

A few times, she'd thought back to when she'd told Nick she was officially with Ben for the first time. She remembered the flicker of emotion on his face, ranging from confused to worried in an instant, but she didn't think much of it at the time, thinking it was just his protective nature coming out like it did around his friends. And then she would think about later on when he'd tried to ask why she was with him at all, seemingly disappointed about her relationship.

She'd been so offended at first, refusing to listen to him try and explain himself, that she'd left him dry by himself out of anger. She'd truly thought Ben was a nice guy, and that he really did love her. But of course, she'd been wrong all along.

She'd be lying if she would say that her confrontation to him at dinner wasn't satisfying. She couldn't have cared less that a little over half her year was present, listening to her complaints and watching Ben's discomfort concerning his toxicity. Sure, his jab at her being a bitch hurt a bit, but she really did try not to let it get to her. All she knew was that she was done. She didn't want him around her anymore.

Even after all of that evening's events, and finally finding her now main group of friends through that trip, Imogen couldn't help but continue to dwell on the fact that her first relationship with a boy was a complete disaster. She hadn't jumped back to her usual, bubbly self like she normally would be, her thoughts drifting back to Ben constantly. It wasn't like she was still in love with him - of course she wasn't - it was the fact that she let someone make her feel so bad about herself, and she stuck around for it.

As quiet about her feelings as she tried to be, she was never good at hiding her emotions. And obviously, Nick had been noticing.

"Alright you," Nick sighed, grabbing Imogen's hand and pulling her away from their group, walking them around the side of the school where they could have a bit of privacy. "What's going on?"

Imogen's eyes were trained on the ground, and she fiddled with her sleeves sheepishly.

"You've been silent ever since we got back from Paris, which isn't like you." he continued, staring her down. "You're not still upset about..."

He trailed off, not wanting to mention said person, but Imogen shifted her weight, shrugging her shoulders. "It's not just about him," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper, "it's just..."

Nick waited patiently, watching as the girl took in a shuddering breath and finally met his eyes, tears threatening to spill. "Why is it that my first relationship had to fail? Why did I get stuck with the jerk who only cared about appearances rather than actual faithfulness to someone?" She kicked a rock by her foot, watching it tumble a few feet. "Am I just that easily manipulated? So much that people can walk over me whenever they want?"

"No," Nick spoke firmly, shaking his head. "It's not anything about you."

"But-"

"Ben's a dick. He likes to use people for his own needs, especially when it makes him look like a saint. I don't even think he has the ability to feel human emotion, which is probably why he's so horrible to people." He wrapped an arm over the girl's shoulder, squeezing her into his side as he spoke. "You deserve so much better than him."

Imogen looked up at him, still looking unsure.

"I just thought I'd found the guy," she admitted sadly. "You know... someone who could treat me like how you and Charlie treat each other. I want someone who could love me like that."

"And you'll find them," Nick assured her genuinely, "It may just take some time."

"How long?"

"Maybe a few months, even a few years. For most people, they don't find their partner right away. You may date a few people before you find the one. But that doesn't mean you're not a good girlfriend for someone. Anyone would be extremely lucky to have you."

Imogen sniffed, moving her gaze away from Nick once again. Nick watched her for a moment, raising an eyebrow at her. "You don't believe me, do you?"

She shrugged, saying nothing. "I don't not believe you, but..."

"Uh uh." Nick gently lifted her chin to look at him again, "No more self deprecation. You are beautiful, kind, funny, genuine, a top notch badass-"

"Nihick," Imogen tried to whine, though her lips turned up into a growing smile as she tried to wiggle away from him.

"See? There's that smile!" Nick chuckled, grinning victoriously. "It'll win over thousands!"

Imogen giggled, a light yet powerful sound, trying to playfully push Nick away from her, but he pulled her into a bearhug, keeping her trapped against him. He dug his fingers into her sides, causing her to let out a startled squeal, her attempts to escape becoming more frantic as high pitched giggles poured out of her. "Nick noho! Stohohop!"

"Not until you say it." He said, dropping both of them to the grass and hovering over her.

Imogen squeaked, trying and failing to grab onto the older boy's wrists, "Sahahahay whahahat?"

"Say..." he thought for a second, his movements pausing momentarily, and Imogen tried to catch her breath. "Say three good things about yourself and I'll let you go."

Imogen whimpered, kicking her legs once in protest. "Nick, do I really have t- wait! Wahahait, gihihive mehehe a chahance tohoho thihihihink!" She threw her head back, laughter overtaking her as she tried to fight off his hands which had moved to her ribs.

"You shouldn't have to think too hard about it!" Nick laughed, though he felt a slight pain in his heart. How badly had she been tearing herself down recently?

"IHIHI- IHIHI'M NIHIHICE TOHO PEHEOPLE!"

"Extremely!" Nick accented, moving one hand to her neck, and she shrieked. "There's one, now give me two more!"

"NOHOHO COME OHOHON!" She shook her head, letting out another squeal when his other hand moved under her arm. "STOHOP!"

"What else are you?" Nick prompted, letting up slightly, and Imogen squeezed her eyes shut. "You're..."

"Fihihine, I'm prehehetty!"

"Exactly, you're gorgeous. Just one more!"

He paused his hands again, pulling back to give her a breather, and Imogen gasped for air. She laid helplessly on the ground, still giggling, and looked up at Nick pleadingly. "I- I don't-"

"And I want to hear you say the last thing I told you specifically." Nick grinned at her, and she groaned. "I don't remember what that was!"

Nick could tell she was lying, her cheeks growing even more rosy, not just from laughing. He continued to stare down at her, putting on a mock serious tone.

"Imogen, don't make me go for your hips."

"NO!" She panicked, her eyes going wide.

But Nick's hands were already moving, and before she could do anything to stop him, he had a hold of her hips and had started to squeeze.

To say Imogen screamed was an understatement, and the loud, high pitched laughter was enough to make Nick wonder if they'd get into trouble for causing such a ruckus.

"STOPSTOPSTOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEASE!" She shrieked, kicking her legs wildly, shoving at Nick's shoulders, but her strength was quickly leaving her, not that she'd had much to fight him off to begin with.

Nick couldn't help but laugh along with her, a sense of fondness overtaking him as she struggled beneath him. He hadn't seen her crack much of a smile since they'd returned to school, let alone laugh once, so this was just as good for him as it was for her. "Say it!"

"NOHOHO!"

"Imogen!"

"OKAY! OKAY! IHIHI'M A TOHOHOP NOHOTCH BADAHAHASS! NOW STOHOHOP!"

Nick pulled his hands away from her, watching as Imogen rolled out from underneath him a few feet away, her arms wrapping around herself as residual giggles fell from her lips. She was staring up at the sky above them, a huge grin on her face.

Nick snickered, smirking in amusement. "You okay?"

"No."

He rolled his eyes, standing and walking over to her, and she squeaked as she saw him approach her. "Calm down, I'm done tormenting you." He chuckled, offering a hand to help her stand and pulling her up from the ground.

Imogen was still breathing heavily as she smoothed out her now wrinkled skirt, a playful scowl on her face. "You're lucky I brought my extra uniform with me today, Nelson. How else would I explain the grass stains on my skirt?"

Nick only laughed, pulling her into a warm side hug, squeezing her shoulder gently. "You believe me now?"

Imogen groaned, though the smile was back on her face. "Yes, Nick, I believe you now."

"Good. Because you do deserve better than him."

Imogen fell quiet again, though this time, it was appreciative. She couldn't imagine what she'd be like without as good as a friend as Nick.

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