#ticklish!nick

[nhasablogg]

Predetermined tickle sessions

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick/Charlie

Summary: Charlie's too ticklish to let Nick tickle him, even though he wants him to, so they come up with a solution.

A/N: Commission for @fatherchewylouie - thank you so much, I hope you like this!

Words: 2.1k

It started because both Charlie and Tao were too ticklish to dare venture onto that road with each other, and so they rarely had those proper tickle fights that teenagers tend to have. Only a poke and the occasional squeeze, barely enough to get either of them giggling. All of this, naturally, Nick had found out after much (gentle) coaxing and many a conversation upon noticing their lack of participation with the rest of the group, who would often launch tickle attacks on each other, leading to frequent chaos and lots of laughter.

Nick had found it marvelous, maybe because his own circle had never really been this touchy feely giggly type of group and more the rugby kind, where you wrestled until it nearly hurt and made fun rather than playfully teased. Nick had to admit he preferred this way of showing affection, even if it meant that Tara eventually discovered the spots he’d kept for only Charlie’s knowledge which in turn resulted in him being pulled into said tickle fights despite his rather weak protests. Maybe watching Nick get obliterated was what made Charlie up his own levels of tickle attacks, a territory which he’d been teetering into ever since meeting him, and Nick was suddenly finding himself giggling more often than not. He couldn’t say he hated it, but he was always happy to launch his own revenge, breaking through Charlie’s grip on his thigh and aiming for soft flesh or bony limbs.

Only Charlie never really let him get any proper revenge; always quick to squirm away, always panicked hands shoving Nick’s off, always a shell covering his skin, metaphorically speaking. Nick wondered if he’d gone too far, stepped out of line, even though he wasn’t really doing anything different to what Charlie had been doing.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said one day, probably having seen the concern on Nick’s face. “You’ve done nothing wrong, I just-” He flushed, as he often did, but Nick found no pleasure in it that day. Hated to see him so vulnerable when he clearly would’ve preferred to hide.

“You don’t have to tell me right now,” he said, kissing the side of Charlie’s head, just beneath his temple. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop tickling you.”

“You-” Charlie’s flush intensified, which Nick had thought impossible. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Oh?” Nick wasn’t teasing. Nick was genuinely surprised. “But you keep fighting for your life each time I do.” Okay, maybe a little teasing.

“It’s instinct, I just-” He shook his head. “You know how I told you about Tao and I? How we never really tickle each other because we’re both really bad? I think because of it it’s turned into something I don’t know how to handle. Because no one really forces us into it I think we both just freak out when it happens.”

“That makes sense.”

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, eyes on Nick, the wall, the floor, and back to Nick. “While I can appreciate not getting pulled into the group tickling, because frankly that looks intimidating, I don’t want to not- ever experience it, you know? It’s okay when you do it.”

Nick tilted his head. “So you want to have tickle fights with me, but your body won’t let you because it starts freaking out?”

Charlie shrugged, so obviously aiming for a nonchalance which didn’t come naturally to him at that moment. “Something like that.”

“We can ease into it then.” Nick ran his fingertip down Charlie’s arm. “I could tickle you a little, somewhere that’s not as bad.”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Of course, Char,” Nick said, breathing out a laugh. “Anything for you.”

“It’s not. I don’t know. Weird?”

“I get to hear your adorable giggle. How would that be weird?”

“Shut up,” Charlie laughed, his face still pink, his eyes still everywhere but on Nick’s face.

Nick couldn’t bear it anymore and grabbed for Charlie’s hands, pulling him closer so that he could press his lips to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, straight on his lips. Charlie was giggling into the kiss, and Nick imagined one day kissing the area beneath his ear to the same giggles, hands trying and failing to push him off. He didn’t even know if Charlie was ticklish there. He didn’t really know much of his sensitivity to begin with, other than what gentle, straying hands could discover while you were entirely preoccupied.

Nick wondered if it would feel strange to have “planned” tickle fights, but found he was looking forward to the couple of minutes a day he would get to prod at a pre-chosen spot and hear Charlie giggle. The first day, the day after the decision because Charlie got too nervous to let Nick do it after their conversation (and maybe they got a little distracted), Charlie sat in front of him and held out his arm. “The inside of my elbow’s ticklish,” he said, and Nick didn’t say anything about how adorable that was and simply just nodded with a smile.

He reached out a hand, index finger extended, and slowly brought it closer. “Tell me when to stop.”

Charlie squirmed in his seat, but kept his arm straight. “Oh my god, stop stalling and get it over with.”

Nick let out a laugh. “So impatient.”

“I can feel the tickling already.”

“Is it ticklish?”

“Yes, I- oh.”

Nick had touched skin and was making his way back and forth over the area, gentle and slow and with his gaze always stuck on Charlie’s face. He wasn’t laughing, but the ghost of a smile could be found on his lips. Anticipation. Some sort of tension. Nick wasn’t disappointed per se, but he’d longed to hear Charlie giggle, but just because a spot was sensitive it didn’t always equal laughter if touched. He tried to keep his touch as light as he could, although he could admit he wasn’t really tickling, moving his hand like that. But he knew from experience that a light touch to a ticklish spot tickled despite your technique or intention. He curled his fingers, which made Charlie snatch his arm away and rub at the skin with a whine, and Nick laughed and didn’t try to grab for him again.

Charlie didn’t hold anything out the next day but simply lied down beside him so that Nick had access to his lower back, a spot which he’d known was sensitive for a while now and always tried to avoid whenever he gave Charlie back tickles. The first time he’d done it, not knowing Charlie’s body yet, he’d ventured so low he’d thought he’d crossed a boundary before realizing Charlie was simply ticklish. It felt alien to him to deliberately steer his hand in that direction now, moving over Charlie’s spine just because he liked the way he shivered and tensed beneath his touch, face buried in a pillow and arms not at all relaxed beside him. They were quiet, Charlie due to anticipation and Nick so that he wouldn’t miss the safe word in case it was thrown at him. Outside, rain.

Charlie did giggle this time, although it came out in the form of panicked sounds in between squeals, evidently not knowing what to do with himself as Nick wiggled his fingers over the small of his back. His body kept twitching, arms flailing uselessly, and Nick allowed himself a solid minute of the sound before backing off and kissing Charlie until it got dark and he had to go home.

The first time Charlie stopped him was when Nick was digging lightly into his stomach. A strip of skin being revealed the more Charlie squirmed, his laughter panicked, louder than usual, and hands which nearly knocked into Nick before finally, desperately, pushing him off. Nick became uncertain, pausing with his fingers hovering over Charlie and wondering if the lack of their safe word meant he should dive back in or not.

“Don’t stop,” he said, as if he could read his thoughts. “I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Nick said and dove back in, earning the lovely sound of Charlie yelping.

A few days later, Charlie said, “Could we-” before his voice broke, and he had Nick’s attention immediately, but he seemed shy more than anything else, and so Nick felt himself relax. “Go on.”

Charlie averted his gaze. “Could we maybe- do it for longer? Have it turn into an actual tickle fight?”

“Are you sure?” It didn’t necessarily surprise him, but he’d only tickled him for a minute at a time up until then. The words ‘tickle fight’ felt quite extreme in comparison.

But Charlie nodded. Charlie seemed excited.

Nick, on the other hand, felt strangely nervous as he approached him, set on going for his ribs first and seeing where that led him. He wasn’t sure if Charlie was supposed to be still at first until he couldn’t or if he would immediately start fighting back, and he didn’t ask. He simply reached out, fingers curling over skin as Charlie instantly jerked away more out of instinct than anything else. But then he laughed, something loud and panicked and lovely, and Nick decided to follow and keep tickling, trusting that Charlie would use the safe word if he needed to. Trusting that Charlie wasn’t asking this of him to please him, but because he wanted him to do it.

Charlie was ticklish. He was so beautifully ticklish. Nick found himself laughing along as he evaded each flying hand and kept prodding at his ribs, one hand straying to the side just to hear the way he shrieked when he squeezed. This was usually the point where he would back off, or where Charlie would call out the safe word or, in some cases, manage to escape, but as he nearly rolled his body off the bed he grabbed Nick’s wrist and choked out a hoarse, “Don’t let me go,” and Nick did as he was told, finally, finally, letting himself relax.

Nick hadn’t expected Charlie to get revenge, maybe because he’d been so focused on testing out his spots that he forgot that Charlie knew most of his too. How a squeeze to his thigh made Nick curl up. How a poke to his lower ribs made him whine, a tickle to his neck made him giggle (“You so giggle.” “I do not.”). But Charlie went for his belly, which would turn Nick into an incoherent mess on a normal day, but made him positively scream out in surprise now. He’d been leaning over Charlie, but flew off of him immediately, and maybe it was proof of how Charlie was getting more used to this, used to Nick making him squirm, because he followed instantly, fingers on Nick’s stomach again and this time not letting him escape them. Nick’s body was pressed against the wall, hands useless, head thrown back as he was laughing, which Charlie would take advantage of in approximately two minutes by going for his neck, but until then he remained at his belly, lightly scratching, lightly teasing, as if he hadn’t been in Nick’s place a moment ago.

Nick imagined himself turning the tables, throwing Charlie against the mattress and going for his hips, pinning his body down so that all he could do was squirm and laugh, curls becoming unruly, smile so wide it nearly blinded him. But Nick remained pinned against the wall instead, laughing helplessly, screaming when Charlie went for both throat and belly simultaneously. Not much of a tickle fight when Nick couldn’t fight back.

He got his revenge later that day, finding that Charlie let him tackle him to the bed with only ticklish protests rather than panicked protests, and Nick had already gotten used to it by that point that he couldn’t really remember a life without this, even as Charlie got him back. Nick would turn the tables, and Charlie would do it too, and they would lay side by side as residual giggles poured into the room and it would be as if this was always the norm for them, even if Nick knew it wasn’t and was proud of Charlie for daring to give it a chance.

It was funny, Nick thought the next day as he was watching Elle stick her hand beneath Tao’s chin to his hysterical laughter, even if it lasted for only a moment. Both Tao and Charlie seemed to be going through some changes nowadays.

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[ticklishchaos]

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.

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[writingwitharlo]

Entry Requirement

a/n: whipped this up in one sitting, so anyone should be eternaly grateful. if there are any parts that don't make sense or sound wrong, blame it on the fact that it is now 4am ♡

Summary: Movie night, it's a classic.

Ship: Nick/Charlie

1809 words

Wednesday

"My mum will be out of town on Saturday."

"Hm?"

"I was thinking, we could do that movie night we've been talking about."

"..."

"Charlie."

A nudge of an elbow eventually tore the younger boy away from his essay.

"Look what you've done! Now my 'T' is all squiggly."

Nick simply smiled, shooting innocent eyes at his form partner.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Charlie huffed a little as he tried to save the untidy letter by tracing over it a couple of times. "When?"

"Just now."

Charlie paused and stared blankly at Nick.

Nick chuckled and shook his head. "Movie night, Saturday."

"Oh. Yeah, sounds good." He paused. "Should we invite Tao and Elle?"

Nick shrugged, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "Do you want to invite them?"

Charlie's eyes flickered down briefly, noticing the fabric of Nick's shirt stretch across the older boy's broad shoulders.

"Uh... Y-Yeah? Well-... Actually, I don't know if we'll be able to settle on anything to watch with Tao there. So, maybe-... Maybe next time."

The corner of Nick's mouth curled upwards and he nodded. "Sounds fair. I was hoping it would only be the two of us."

Charlie felt a flutter in the center of his chest and was unable to hold back the grin that split his face in two. "Yeah?."

Nick nodded, leaning forward and picking up his own pen again. "So, I'll sort out the snacks and you can pick what to watch."

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Saturday

Saturday couldn't come early enough. It had been a few weeks since the two had officially started 'going out', but it all still felt pretty surreal to Charlie.

Being paired up with Nick had been the single best thing to ever happen to him. He could even look past all the bad things that had happened over the last months since they brought him right to this point.

"I'm heading out!" Charlie called from where he stood, flattening out his hair in the mirror by the front door.

"Alright! Have fun! Be back by eleven, please!"

"Okay!"

Although the walk to Nick's house took barely 10 minutes, on days like these it felt like an eternity.

Before Charlie even had the chance to reach out for the doorbell, the door swung open.

"Hi!"

"...H-Hi."

Nick grinned. "I was in the kitchen, I saw you coming."

They leaned in for a short kiss.

"Oh, resulted to stalking now, have we?" Charlie teased as he stepped into the house.

Nick scoffed and ruffled the younger boy's hair, knowing fully well he had probably spent the last 20 minutes obsessing over making them lay perfect.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Don't think, just because you're cute, you can get away with everything, Nicholas," Charlie warned teasingly as he hung up his coat and tore off his Converse.

Nick slid his hands into the pockets of his joggers, his head tilting to one side slightly. "Haven't I already?"

The beeping of the microwave cut off any chance for a snarky comeback.

"Oh, the popcorn." Nick rushed to the kitchen, retrieving the hot packet and doing his best not to burn himself as he transferred the contents to a nearby bowl. "So, what did you bring us?"

Charlie pulled an impressive stack of DVD cases out of the bag he had brought, setting them down on the counter. "A bit of everything."

Nick's eyebrows flew up as he stepped closer, already a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "Wow."

"I thought we could start off with something solid, you know, to get the ball rolling; Then move on to something a bit more angsty, something more emotional, and then top it off with a feel-good rom com."

The corners of Nick's mouth bowed downwards as a sign of being impressed. "You really planned this out, haven't you?"

"Just a bit," Charlie admitted coyly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nerd." Nick reached out and pinched Charlie's waist as he passed, leading the way to the living room.

With a gasp and a yip, Charlie's arm flew down again. But before he could even process what had happened, the older boy had already disappeared from view. He gathered the cases and followed the sound of a coke can opening.

"So, how come your mum is out of town?"

"Oh, she has this seminar thing for her work to attend. She thought about driving all the way back in the evening but her company said they'd cover all expenses, so she managed to snag a pretty smart room. It's at this old converted farm in the country, so she took Nellie along too. Get her to sniff some new trees."

Charlie smiled as he plopped down next to Nick, their legs brushing together from the movement. It seemed that Nick had not held back on his end of the bargain. The coffee table held a spread of different drinks, confectionaries, chocolates and even one large pizza. The sight made Charlie a little queasy but he pushed it aside for now.

"So, which film you starting us off with then?"

"Avatar."

"Ooh, blue guys. I'm into it. Let's go!"

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2 Movies Later

"Are you crying?"

"Wh- No!"

"Nick."

" 'm not."

"You totally are!"

"Listen, that dog has no right being so chill about his own death!"

"Oh, you're crying about the dog. I thought it had something to do with Owen Wilson."

A watery laugh. "Come on. Anyone with a heart would cry at that scene."

Charlie raised his eyebrows as Nick looked over at him.

"Well, anyone except for you, obviously. You're a heartless knob."

Charlie laughed, smushing himself into the backrest of the couch as he watched Nick use the sleeves of his hoodie to wipe the tears from his face. The older boy rested his head back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he cleared his throat a couple times to free out the lump that had formed.

"You're a mess." Charlie stated simply. He reached out, his arm coming to lay on top of the backrest while his fingers gently brushed through the other's fair hair.

Nick snorted and rubbed his hands over his face. "I am! You did this to me."

Charlie smirked. "Had I only known about this power earlier, you wo-"

Wham!

A pillow hit the younger boy square in the face. As it dropped to his lap, his face stayed frozen, mouth holding onto the words it had been forming.

Nick looked like he hadn't moved an inch. Only the smug smirk on his lips and the quivering shoulders of silent laughter gave him away.

Charlie slowly recovered and picked up the pillow. Less than two seconds later they were a mess of entangled blankets and limbs, each trying to get the upper hand over the other while shouting and laughing.

"Just admit it! Everyone knows you're a Slytherin anyway!"

"I didn't realise I was talking to the Sorting Hat himself-- Oof!"

The full weight of a 16-year old rugby player landed on top of Charlie, almost knocking all the wind from his lungs. "Jesus."

"I will stay right here until you admit that Marley's death is the saddest in cinematic history."

"Really?"

Nick lifted his head, looking down with mock seriousness. "Does it look like I'm joking?"

"It's honestly kind of hard to tell-"

"Your call, Spring."

Charlie chuckled as the older boy slumped back down against his chest.

The lay in silence for a while, the only sound the music playing over the end-credits and their slightly laboured breathing.

"This is actually kind of nice," Nick mumbled, nuzzling his nose against the other's shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. I see why you use me as a pillow all of the time."

"Let's not let this become a habit though, hm?"

Nick lifted his head. "Why n-Ah! Oi!"

Slender fingers had slipped under the older boy's hoodie and were now pinching at the wearers sides, causing him to jerk and bury his face in Charlie's shoulder.

"Would you look at that. Big rugby boy is ticklish. Who would have thought."

A giggle came as a response as the wandering fingers reached Nick's lower ribs. Nick grabbed onto Charlie's wrists, forcing them back down.

"You're one toho ta-Ah-alk!"

"Sorry, I'm what? Didn't catch that."

Nick's nose scrunched up and in one swift movement he was on his knees, Charlie's hands pinned above his head.

"I said, 'You're one to talk.', Nick replied, cheeks slightly flushed and hair in an untidy mess.

Charlie opened his mouth to reply but the words never made it out. Instead a sharp gasp, followed by a cry, followed by manic cackling filled the room.

Both of Charlie's hands pinned with one of Nick's, the older boy was free to do as he pleased. His large hand easily latched onto the smaller boy's ribcage, even through the jumper he was wearing.

"Nn-aahahah! Ni- Niihiihick!"

"You thought I hadn't noticed? Thought I was just going to let it slide? Perhaps you don't know me very well after all."

"Shahaaahdaahaahp!"

Nick felt a warm fuzziness in his stomach as he watch closely, the squirming boy beneath him. Something about the boisterous laugh and those neat dimples just left him slightly weak in the knees.

This short moment of distraction was all Charlie needed. He managed to free one of his hands out of the death grip and shot it to the nearest spot he could think of to attack. Nick's armpit. Even through the layers of hoodie and t-shirt, the unexpected sensation took the rugby player completely off guard.

His arm buckled and Nick collapsed between Charlie and the back of the couch, shaking his head as no words managed to pass through the wall of wheezy laughter.

Charlie gazed down at Nick's face. This was a sight he was positive he had not seen before. The look of pure euphoria mixed with a hint of agony was not an image he would be able to forget any time soon.

"Truce?"

Nick nodded, trying and failing to squirm away from the ongoing onslaught.

"What was that?" Charlie asked, halting the armpit attack but using his other, now free, hand to brush along the older boy's neck.

"Trucetrucetrucetruce," Nick spluttered, scrunching up his shoulders protectively and swatting at Charlie's hand.

The attack ended. The last remaining giggles subsided and all that was left were huffs of recovering breaths.

Charlie found himself combing his fingers through Nick's hair once more, while the latter nuzzled against his shoulder.

"How did you do that?" Nick mumbled after a few minutes.

"Didn't you hear? All beefy rugby boys must be ridiculously ticklish. It's an entry requirement. Also, did you forget? I have a little brother."

Nick chuckled into Charlie's shoulder, blindly finding a free hand to intertwine his fingers with.

"Why are we like this?"

End.

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[utterlyrandomperson]

Retaliation

Fandom: Heartstopper (Charlie, Nick)

Summary: Charlie loves his boyfriend very much. But that doesn't mean that he will overindulge him whenever Nick comes up with his great ideas.

Content warnings: tickling

"No, Nick please-"

Charlie broke off to bite his lip, desperate to not let any sounds escape. He tried to free his hands once more, but they were securely captured in his boyfriend's grip. Now, the problem was that Nick only needed one hand to keep the younger's arms in check. The other hand was currently softly tracing Charlie's thigh. What had started as a sweet, affectionate touch had soon resulted in Charlie beginning to squirm. Nick had of course immediately caught on and, evil as he was, pinned his boyfriend's wrists so he could unhinderedly continue with his shenanigans.

When he felt a squeeze right above his knee, Charlie flinched and sharply inhaled. Him and Nick quickly threw a glance at the teacher, worried that the noise in the otherwise rather quiet classroom had attracted his attention, but he didn't mind them. Once Nick was sure that they hadn't been found out, he smirked and started lightly scratching his nails over the younger's kneecap.

Charlie had to close is eyes because of how hard he was focusing on suppressing the giggles that were bubbling up inside of him. One particular stroke forced a muffled whine out of him and he slightly curled in on himself. "Gohod! Nick please, you're going to get us in trouble-"

A thud could be heard when he flinched so hard that his chair hit the side of the desk. Nick let his hair cover his face to hide his grin and quickly disguised his snort with a cough.

Their teacher still hadn't said anything, but despite their effort to keep quiet the two of them were definitely the noise source in the classroom. However, this was still not convincing enough for Nick to stop. And he made sure to convey that message by alternately pinching right above and spidering all over his boyfriend's knee. Charlie inhaled sharply and lowered his head while desperately shaking it.

"Pleasepleaseplease stohop! You know how bad my knees ahare!", he whispered frantically as some muffled giggles slipped out together with his words. He tried to free his wrists from his boyfriend's grasp but was too afraid to use much force because he was still trying to keep quiet. However, he was almost forced to give up on that when he felt fingers worming their way to the outside of his thigh.

"No Nick no- you jeherk! Oh I will murder you-"

And then there it was. The soft laugh ripped through the silence of the classroom before Charlie could even think of suppressing it. The hand that he clasped over his mouth obviously came to late because Nick only let his wrists go at the sound.

"Boys! Less noise and more concentration please!" Charlie didn't even blush at the attention they suddenly got at the teacher's words, he was just glad that the attack ended. After he'd steadied his breathing, he sat up straight in his chair again.

When he looked to his right, he saw Nick's shoulders shaking in silent laughter. He shoved his boyfriend's leg before returning to his assignment.

But as soon as Nick started working again as well, he leaned over to him and murmured: "Believe me that I meant it when I said I was going to murder you."

******later that day******

"Okay okAY! Charlie no-"

Nick knew it was over for him when his back got pressed against the floor of his room and Charlie moved to straddle his waist. The fond yet evil smirk on the younger's face bode ill.

"Please, please listen to me, I'm sorry okay, you don't have to do thihis! AHaha!"

Nick's wild flailing and reaching for the younger's hands did nothing to prevent the latter from rigorously tickling up and down his sides and ribs. Charlie giggled at his boyfriend's reactions to his attack, enjoying the high-pitched laughter it got out of him.

"Jesus, have your sides always been this sensitive? Maybe it's because of the technique..."

Nick yelped and instantly pressed his arms to his body the moment Charlie pinched and vibrated the flesh of his sides. The ticklish shock that ran through his body forced him to squeal and squeeze his eyes shut. He grabbed the younger's wrists, but his brain was so overloaded with stimuli that it didn't manage to give the command to push the hands away - or maybe it was because his body didn't truly want the sensations to stop. Contrary to his actions, he still gasped and protested.

"No don't do thahat!"

"Ooh, so it is the technique", Charlie teased with an evil smirk. The older shook his head and tried to pay no attention to the blush that spread on his face. "Shut uhup!" Charlie clicked his tongue. He suddenly paused his attack, but only to push his boyfriend's shirt up a little and slide his hands underneath it. Nick wrapped his arms around his torso and tried to curl up. His laughter was mixed with giggles and gasps and he had the biggest smile plastered to his face.

"Gohod! Pleease, Charlie it tickles so badly!"

Nick's pleading fell on deaf ears. Instead of slowing down, the younger smirked and rather sped it up, now quickly scribbling and spidering his nails up and down his boyfriend's sides. Nick squealed and threw his head back.

"Mehercy! Charlie please, slohow down!"

Charlie smiled softly and immediately obeyed. He stilled his fingers and began tracing random patterns across the other's stomach. The older's full laugh quieted down to gentle giggles and his previously tensed body slowly relaxed. Charlie snickered and bent down to peck him, eventually stopping the tickling.

"You're so adorable."

Nick grinned up at him. "Does that mean I am forgiven for not taking your murder threats seriously?", he asked with a cheeky undertone. Charlie gave him an are-you-serious look and moved his hand behind his back to squeeze his boyfriend's thigh a couple of times, which made the latter flinch and burst into a surprised stream of laughter.

"Fine fine I take it back! You are a threat that is to be taken very seriously, I got it!", he shouted through his chuckles. Charlie gave his thigh a final squeeze before snuggling up to his boyfriend who smiled softly.

"I am without doubt, at least for someone who is so damn ticklish."

A/N I think I wrote this thing half-way backwards, always jumping from part to part, at like six a.m. :]

But anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

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#heartstopper tickle #charlie spring #nick nelson #tickle fic #heartstopper tickling #fluff #heartstopper fluff #ticklish!nick #ticklish!charlie

[amazingmsme]

Classic Winston

AN: DING DING COME GET YOUR DINNER! It's about damn time we start seeing some new girl content in this community. Eat the fuck up babes <3

First thing's first, Winston's great at pranks. According to Winston. Everyone else thought they were horrible, but they weren't as enlightened as he was.

Nick was minding his own business, lounging on the couch as he watched tv. A sudden flutter on his neck caught him off guard and he scrunched up, a few snickers slipping out. He looked over his shoulder to see Winston smirking down at him before hopping over the back of the couch to sit next to him.

"Oh hey, what's up?" he asked, but as soon as the words could leave his lips, Winston was attacking him.

Had Nick done something to piss him off? Did he forget a promise he had made to him? He was completely caught off guard.

"Ahahaha whaha- whahahat is thehe meaning of thihihis?" he demanded, snorting when Winston shot a hand under his arm. Winston didn't answer, too busy with the task at hand.

"Tick-tick-tick-tickle!" he cooed, clawing at his pudgy tummy. Nick curled up, cheeks bright red with embarrassment. His hands flailed around uselessly, his giggles shrill and borderline hysteric.

"Winst- ahaha Winston! Ihihi demahahand an explanahation!" Said man complied, letting him catch his breath and sit up. "What has gotten into you?"

"You just got Winstoned!" he cheered, shoving Nick back onto the couch. He let out a long, suffering groan.

"That doesn't even make sense! That's not a prank!"

Winston scoffed and fixed him with an amused look. "Uh, I'm pretty sure it is.

"No, 'cause a tickle assault doesn't classify as a good prank!" Nick insisted. "It's annoying, and quite frankly, grasping at straws," he argued, crossing his arms.

Schmidt walked past from the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. "Ha! Classic Winston!" He walked over to the couch to give him a high five. He reached over the back of the couch, squeezing both of Nick's knees. He immediately tossed his head back and let out a scream of laughter.

"See? Claaaassic Winston!" he taunted, scratching at the dip of his sides. Nick's laugh fluctuated between shrill giggles from the hands at his knees and deep belly laughs from the maddening sensations on his sides.

"Nohoho fuck you guys!" he screeched. They both laughed and relented after a few more seconds. Winston hopped up, brushing himself off.

"What can I say? I'm the king of pranks."

"No you're not!" Nick yelled after him, but received no response as he skipped away. Schmidt was still standing by the couch, staring at him with a shit eating grin.

"Don't."

A moments pause, and then Schmidt dove for the couch. Dorky giggles soon followed.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #nick miller #winston bishop #winston schmidt #new girl #new girl fic #new girl tickle fic #ticklish!nick #day 12: surprise

[tickletastic]

ANYTHING HEARTSTOPPER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! I was thinking about your Love Simon fics after watching it!!

“Lovebug,” Charlie says with a kiss to Nick’s nose. “honey, darling, sunshine.”

Each word Charlie says is accompanied by a kiss to the blonde’s face, which is reddening by the second.

“C’mon Char, stop!” Nick giggles, pushing playfully at Charlie’s hands. Charlie pulls back for a moment, stroking his chin like he’s searching for an epiphany.

“You drive a hard bargain, Nicholas,” Charlie whispers, looking away from his boyfriend to feign being lost in thought. “You make it hard to deny you.”

Now that Charlie isn’t so close to his face, Nick covers it with his hands, hoping and praying that the red will lessen if its hidden away. Instead, it just forces him to think more about why he was blushing to begin with, forcing it to spread and spread and spread until even the tips of his ears are hot. 

He’s too lost with the task of flustering himself, so he barely even registers Charlie’s movements. Charlie leans down, placing his palms on the back of Nick’s hands. “You’re just too cute, how can I stop?”

In a swift move, Charlie pulls Nick’s hands away from his face, but before he can get back to counting Nick’s freckles with his own lips, Nick moves his head to the side. 

Charlie giggles, peppering a short kiss on Nick’s forehead. “I guess it’s good that you have freckles here too.”

He starts peppering chaste kisses down Nick’s neck, causing Nick to giggle for an entirely different reason. “Char, no!” he yells in between surprised barks of laughter.

Despite the unbearable sensation, he can’t find it in him to fight Charlie off, and when he throws his head back in mirth, exposing his entire neck, well that’s just a coincidence.

#heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #lee!nick #ticklish!nick

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

I’m sure that somebodies said this before, but Nick Nelson is just one of those people that you can tell are crazy ticklish just by looking at them. I’m sure it would take only one make out session with Charlie for him to find out.

#heartstopper tickle #ticklish!nick

[ticklishpeter]

L, Q, & W for Nick from New Girl if you don't mind!

TICKLY ALPHABET ASK MEME - OMG NICKY YES

L: what does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

CACKLES AND WHEEZES OMG he has a very wheezy laugh but if you get a bad spot (i.e. the back of his neck, his lower tummy, etc.) he WILL cackle like a disney witch

Q: their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

“no. pfft, no, of course not, whaaat? why would you, ... why would you even ask that. that’d be crazy! like,, what?? crazy.” dhjfbj rambles rambles rambles

W: what is their reaction to the t-word? can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

he CAN say it out loud but not without blushing and gettin all Weird and sensitive towards everything,,, and then!!! denying said reactions with his whole chest even though it’s very very evident 

#ticklish!nick #hcs

[ticklishraspberries]

Found this adorable piece of Heartstopper fanart and asked permission to post it here!! The art is drawn by @oliviapbells on Instagram/Twitter, and the art itself is part of this fic by carrieluvshstpr on Ao3!!

Shoutout to both of them for the adorable work, as well as their kindness in allowing me to share this!! (P.S. Click for better quality!!)

#heartstopper #heartstopper art #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper tickling #nick nelson #charlie spring #nick x charlie #charlie x nick #ticklish!charlie spring

[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.

#heartstopper #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper tickle fic #charlie spring #nick nelson #lee!nick #lee!charlie #ler!nick #ler!charlie #ticklish nick #ticklish charlie

[fluffomatic]

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

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

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

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#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #my oc #lee!nick valentine #ticklish!nick valentine #ler!hawke #platonic tickles #sfw tickles #fallout tickles

[nhasablogg]

Nuzzle

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick/Charlie

Anonymous said: i just have this very cute mental image of charlie using nick’s tummy as a pillow when they cuddle!! and it’s normally a completely innocent gesture but i can imagine charlie being like extra snuggly/sleepy and sort of nuzzling up to nick and nick giggling bc it tickles and suddenly charlie is Much More Awake and curious

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The first time he did it by accident, both sun drunk, sprawled on Charlie’s bed after a full day on the beach, technically too early for sleep but energy levels low enough that they could do nothing but lay there, as if encaptured. Charlie felt himself drift in and out of sleep, his body twisting back and forth as had been his habit since childhood before he was able to fully relax. Tori used to say he was dangerous to sleep next to. “You get violent,” she would say, and her words would always float in the back of his mind each time he woke up with his covers on the floor.

His pillow was moving when he came to again, curiously, but he felt too out of it to check why.

“You comfy?”

Nick’s voice came from above, but somehow rumbling right into his ear at the same time. Charlie opened his eyes, realizing he wasn’t lying on a pillow at all but on Nick’s tummy, just brushing against his ribcage. He might’ve been embarrassed had it not felt so good. “Very much, thank you.”

Nick laughed, his body vibrating beneath Charlie’s head, but it didn’t bother him. In fact he adored it, how tangible his joy was.

He would do it on purpose after that, usually during naps or cuddle sessions, and Nick never protested or questioned him. It became routine. Over the covers, arms wrapped around Nick’s midriff, cheek pressed to the soft flesh as Nick spoke to him or hummed, fingertips in Charlie’s hair, sometimes traveling down to the nape of his neck, brushing against his shoulders. “Let’s cuddle,” Charlie would say and Nick would laugh. “You only want me to pet you,” he would say, but he would do it anyway.

Charlie was having a particularly emotional day, feeling the need to hold Nick so tightly that they became one. Nick hadn’t said anything about it, but he could probably sense it, and so he was petting the nape of Charlie’s neck with one hand while stroking Charlie’s knuckles with the other. It wasn’t sadness per se, but pure neediness combined with fear of one day losing him. It turned him into his most clingy version. He’d been afraid this side of him would scare Nick away, but Nick being Nick simply gave him what he needed.

Charlie sighed and turned his head, rubbing his nose into Nick’s abdomen. He didn’t immediately notice him squirming, but as he nuzzled his belly one more time it came again, the movement he’d initially felt but not paid full attention to. He craned his neck to look at him. “Sorry. Am I annoying you?”

“No, no, of course not.” Nick’s voice was higher in pitch than normal. Charlie blinked. He was blushing. That was unusual as Charlie was usually the blusher.

“Okay,” he said slowly. “Just tell me if you want me to move or something.”

“I never want you to move,” he said, but he sounded distracted.

Charlie returned to his previous position, sighing again and going back to nuzzling his belly, the smell of his t-shirt bringing him comfort. Something citrusy from the wash, something earthy and sweet from Nick.

This time he did notice the squirming, but was more focused on how the grip on his neck and hand altered, becoming tighter, not aimed to hurt but as if to keep holding. Oh god, was Charlie hurting him?

“I’m fine, you’re fine,” Nick said, as if sensing his sudden anxiety. “You’re just tickling me when you do that and I’m trying not to push you off.”

“Oh.” Oh. “Wait, pause that. Why are you trying not to push me off if it tickles?”

Nick shrugged. “I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“Cute. Okay, second.” He dragged the word out, looking up to grin at him. “Ticklish, huh?”

Nick rolled his eyes, but he was still blushing and Charlie doubted it was residual flushing from before. “Oh, shut up, you’re much worse.”

“That’s exactly it, though. How did I not know about this?”

“You’re unobservant.”

“I am not.” Charlie sat up, twisting his body to face him. “You’ve been hiding it from me.”

“Well, Char, usually people don’t put it on display.”

“Hm. You know I’m gonna have to try it out now, don’t you?”

“And you know I’m stronger and you’re much more ticklish.”

“I can’t protest the first part, but I don’t know the second one, do I?” His grin grew as Nick’s blush deepend. How fucking adorable was he. “Since I now know about your belly it’s only right I go for it first, right?”

Nick covered his stomach. “Please don’t.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“Actually I can.”

“Not if I’m first- hey!” Nick had reached out to poke him, but Charlie took advantage of it and went for the spot he’d uncovered, earning a delicious squeal which he would tease Nick about for days. “See?”

“Charlie, wait, please-”

But Charlie had tasted the rare taste of tickle power and couldn’t be stopped, going for his ribs next and watching his boyfriend lose his composure entirely. It didn’t help that Nick’s giggles were adorable. It didn’t help at all.

“This is gold,” he said, managing to evade his flailing hands and slowly crawling up his ribcage, in turn turning the giggles more and more panicked as he went. “I’m so mad that you’ve kept this from me.”

“Char-lie!” He broke up his name in two, laughing once, twice in between the word, and many times around it. Whatever exhaustion Charlie had felt before had evaporated, along with his slight sadness. Left was something playful, something giggly and excited. Something about to explode from giddiness at seeing Nick’s scrunched up, smiling face.

“You’re so cute.”

“I’m nohohot-”

“Liar. See?” The experimental curl beneath Nick’s chin seemed to be a success, as Nick instantly clamped his chin down with a shriek and something that was akin to a curse. He didn’t technically say much during it, not compared to how rambly Charlie always got.

A hand managed to hold onto his leg, pulling at it weakly. “Char, please-”

Charlie looked down at it. Well, it was true that he’d not tried his knees yet…

#tickling #ticklish!nick nelson #ticklish!nick #heartstopper fic #nick and charlie #n writes #nuzzle

[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! 💖

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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 starting 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.

#tickle fic #heartstopper #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper tickle fic #Nick #nick nelson #ler nick #Charlie #charlie spring #lee Charlie #ticklish Charlie #live action #live action tickle #live action tickle fic #comic #comic tickle #comic tickle fic #webtoon #webtoon tickle #webtoon tickle fic

[writingwitharlo]

In Your Hands

a/n: pls spam me with comments and thoughts, i need reassurance! inspired by part of a prompt I got and kinda ran with it. I don't think it's perfect, I tend to be more descriptive than anything and my writing does not feel very strong but it's still a story I very much enjoyed prompt: (...)Then Charlie asks Nick if he’s ticklish, and nick says it’s been such a long time he’s not even sure! (...)

Summary: Charlie wants to know if Nick is ticklish but Nick doesn't really know, so they find out together.

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie)

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"Char, you know I can't."

"What?! Don't you love me?"

"Of course I do-"

"Then say it."

"-just not more than my dogs."

"Wrong answer."

Laughter and dramatic cries overlapped each other as the two boys wrestled across the bed, pillows thwapping and grunts of strain intermingling with the giddiness of their playful fight.

A hand darted forward, ambitiously aimed at the older boy's hip- but froze. Charlie's fingertips barely grazed the fabric of Nick's hoody. There was a noticeable pause.

Using the moment's hesitation, Nick vaulted forward. A pillow collided with Charlie's chest, throwing him off balance, quickly followed by the weight of his excitable rugby boyfriend. There was a light-hearted groan as he fell to his back, shaking his head at Nick's face beaming down at him.

"Hah!" Nick exclaimed, clearly counting this defeat as a victory over the argument. Not wanting to crush his boyfriend completely, he graciously rolled off Charlie and flopped down beside him, gazing up at the ceiling as they both caught their breaths.

Charlie hugged the pillow to his chest, chewing on his lip thoughtfully as his fingers subconsciously flexed and retracted against the soft fabric. He must have gotten too lost in his own thoughts, caught somewhat off-guard when Nick nudged him with his elbow.

"Hm?"

Nick's previous grin was now replaced by a furrowed brow of concern, having picked up on Charlie's sudden change. "Where'd you go?"

A smile quickly returned to Charlie's face as he shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing- Nowhere. It's fine."

But Nick was wearing that look, all worried and unconvinced but ready to let it slide if Charlie truly didn't want to talk about it.

Charlie sighed. "I mean, it's-" He sat up, the pillow falling to his lap where he continued to fumble with it absentmindedly. Anything to not look at that face right now. "I was just-... thinking..." Feeling those watchful brown eyes on him certainly didn't help and then Nick propped himself onto his elbow.

Charlie thought for another moment, then shook his head with an airy laugh and met Nick's questioning eyes. "It's- I don't even know if-" He couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of his own brain. "Are you ticklish?"

"Oh, um..." Nick shifted a bit, although not in discomfort but rather simply to prop himself up a little straighter as he considered the answer. "I'm not sure."

Charlie's eyebrows flew up in surprise. "Really? No one's ever tried to tickle you?" Maybe that was a silly thing to ask, seeing that neither had he, for some reason. But his fingers suddenly itched to find out the answers all on their own, yet he held back, not wanting to cross any potential lines.

Nick gave a small shrug and brought his hand up to sheepishly run through his hair. "Not really... I mean, mum has, I guess, but only ever for like a second, so I don't think that actually counts." Nick's nose scrunched up a little as he thought. "And David did when I was, like, really little, but he was always pretty rough and would go overboard, so it just kinda hurt more than anything else."

Charlie listened closely, giving an understanding nod by the end. "So, you never-... Not even your friends?"

Nick couldn't help the chuckle as he shook his head. "You've met them. They're not really the, you know, touchy-feely sort of bunch."

Charlie let out a warm laugh and nodded again. "No, yeah, I guess you're right. Not even during rugby, though? I mean, it's so hands-on..."

But the look Nick gave him already seemed to answer the question. "Right, of course." Charlie lowered his gaze back down to his lap where he was fumbling with a little hole in the pillowcase.

Nick's head tilted to the side some as he observed his boyfriend, something he always did when trying to understand what was going on in his head. "Why?"

The question seemed to come as a surprise and Charlie struggled with a response. "Oh, well- I don't know." He shrugged. "It's... I guess it's just something people do, isn't it? And couples, especially..." He thought about all the times he had gotten into silly tickle fights with his friends, where nobody ever remembered how or why it started to begin with, and a fond smile came to his lips. "...I suppose to bond, cause it's kinda intimate but also silly and fun and harmless, or something." He finished with a shrug.

The corner of Nick's mouth pulled up into a smirk as he wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh, so you want to be intimate with me, is that it?"

"Shut uup," Charlie whined with a laugh, rising to his knees just to clobber Nick over the head with the pillow, making the older boy collapse onto his back with a soft, muffled 'Oof'. "So, what, if I do?" he added as he settled back down onto his heels, pillow back in his lap.

Nick gave a quiet snicker. "I think it can't be any more intimate than non-stop snogging, can it?"

Charlie rolled his eyes but smiled regardless. "I guess not."

A comfortable silence settled between them with Nick sprawled on his back, eyes closed and Charlie letting his eyes wander all over the oblivious body, thinking to himself.

"Do you want to find out if you are?" Charlie asked eventually, giving the other's leg a small nudge with his own.

Nick's eyes opened and he met Charlie's curious gaze. "I don't know... But you look rather keen to find out yourself."

The heat rose in Charlie's cheeks, a feeling of betrayal for his own face rising within him but before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Nick gave a half-hearted sigh of exasperation, his arms stretching outwards on either side. "Fine, because you asked so nicely. What do you need me to do?"

A grin quickly took over Charlie's demeanour as he moved in closer, slowly straddling Nick's thighs but unable to hide any of the eagerness radiating off him. "Oh, nothing really, this is perfect." A pause. "Well, at least tell me when you're hating it or are uncomfortable and I'll stop."

Nick nodded.

The weight on his thighs shifted around a little as Charlie got himself comfortable. "Where do you want me to start?" he asked, a hint of hesitation and indecisiveness in his voice as he eyed the body beneath him.

"Uhm, I don't know." Nick lifted his head a tiny bit to better see Charlie. "I guess we can try all of your top spots, see if I'm any worse than you."

Charlie's face lit up with a smirk, his posture straightening up. "I like the sound of that. Okay. Well, in that case, that means..." He narrowed his eyes in concentration as his weight tipped back slightly, slender fingers finding the bare skin of Nick's knees, thanks to the shorts.

Nick's leg gave a small twitch, fingers swiping across his kneecaps or occasionally fanning over them. Not much more of a reaction came.

"Hm." Charlie changed tactics, hands reaching round to scribble against the back of the joints, finding much softer skin in the hollows of his knees.

This did seem somewhat more effective. A few chuckled breaths came from Nick's nose, the corners of his mouth twitching into that iconic lopsided smile.

"Alright, I guess we can rule out knees," Charlie decided, placing a few experimental squeezes to the muscle just above the kneecaps. "Oh. Or maybe not?"

The longer he continued squeezing away, interchanging speeds on either side, the more Nick's legs jerked and wiggled as if trying to dislodge him. There was still no laughter though, not even chuckles or giggles, only that wonky smile growing wider.

"That's definitely the worst so far," Nick commented, their eyes meeting. "But nowhere near as bad as you." His hands shot down, copying Charlie's move on the knees currently residing on either side of his hips.

"Hey. Hey!" Charlie jolted forward with a yelp as tickly sparks shot up his legs, quickly grabbing ahold of Nick's wrists and tugging his devious hands away. "This is not an interactive experience. No audience participation permitted, thank you."

They both laughed at his reply and Nick obeyed, moving his arms back to where they were before. Charlie gave a disapproving shake of his head, reminiscent of an old man just having shooed away some rowdy kids off his lawn.

"So, on a scale of one to ten, where would you rate your knees?" Charlie's hands returned to their previous position.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't really have a sense of what a ten would be, but probably... I guess, a one, maybe a two."

"Alright, one to two, noted. Moving on."

The squeezing fingers continued up the top of Nick's thighs, climbing higher until obstructed by Charlie's butt where he swiftly brought them to the front and continued uninterrupted.

Charlie looked away from his own hands for just a few seconds, observing the boy underneath him, determined to catch even the smallest reaction.

Nick did seem to twitch more, the higher Charlie's hands got. Until-

A violent jolt wrenched through Nick's body. There was a sharp gasp and the older boy bolted upright with such a force, he would have easily headbutted Charlie right in the nose had the latter not been completely thrown off balance by the sudden movement.

Now positioned in-between Nick's legs, rather than on top of them, a tight grip for dear life on the other's shorts, Charlie hesitantly tilted his head up.

They stared at each other, both wide-eyed, open-mouthed, wearing equal looks of surprise and shock.

"What was that?"

"I-... I'm not sure."

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, I'm-... That really tickled."

"It did? Oh, man, I wasn't even paying attention to where my hands were. Your stupid, smiley face distracted me."

"Sorry." Nick rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, freckles disappearing in the flush of his cheeks.

"Don't be. Do you want to keep going?"

There was a short moment of hesitation but Nick nodded and lay back down, giving Charlie his hands to pull him back onto his thighs.

Nick's brows, still furrowed in bafflement, raised questioningly once he saw Charlie's amused face beaming down at him.

"At least now we know that you are, in fact, still ticklish," he pointed out, answering the question before it could pass Nick's lips.

"Can you try that again? Just-... go easy this time."

Charlie grinned brightly and gave a nod, his hands coming back down to the tops of his thighs. "Of course, let's see. It was somewhere around here."

He repeated the same motions, albeit with a lighter touch and immediately felt the body beneath him tense up in anticipation. A couple more squeezed and there it was. Thumbs slotting into place in the shallow dip of Nick's groin, where thigh met torso.

"Ah-." Nick jerked and attempted to pull his knees in but the manoeuvre only made it easier for Charlie to zero in on the sensitive muscle, kneading tiny circles into the tissue.

"There it is," Charlie cheered, unable to hold back a laugh of his own as Nick's face scrunched up, random sounds of surprise intermingled with gasps and bursts of varying laughter.

The sensation was indescribable. Electric surges running all through his leg. And then, suddenly, like sparklers set alight just beneath his skin as Charlie switched to using his blunt nails through the thin fabric.

Back arched, hips bucking, Nick let out a scream of laughter, the sort that came from somewhere deep inside and could hoarsen one's voice if bellowed long enough.

Nick's brain, an overstimulated pile of goop, needed a few moments to kick in its defences. Grabbing onto the attacker's wrists blindly, he shook his head and the moment Charlie noticed the silently mouthed 'Stop', he relented.

Charlie retracted his hands, resting them against his own thighs as he watched Nick recover with a fond smile.

"Didn't I say... to go easy?"

"Maybe... On a scale of one to-"

"Ten."

"Let me finish the question-"

"Without a doubt, ten."

"Alright, ten, noted."

Nick lifted his head. "Oi, stop looking so smug." He nudged Charlie with a buck of his leg.

"Me, smug? What gives you that idea?" But Charlie made no attempt to stifle the pleased grin plastered to his face. "Are you okay to keep going?"

Nick groaned, head plopping back against the mattress. "Only if you leave that spot alone."

Charlie smirked, unable to help himself and gave a single, pointed pinch. "This spot?"

"AH! Charlie!"

Charlie brought his hands up as a sign of surrender. "Leaving it alone, I promise."

Their eyes locked and eventually, Nick rolled his, giving a complying nod.

Now that Nick did have a sense of what a ten on the scale felt like, he was much more on edge, anticipatory giggles slipping out easily.

The hips were the nearest target for Charlie's adventurous touches and still seemed rather sensitive but mostly because they were so close to the death spot, Nick couldn't help but be wary of Charlie's hands darting back down out of nowhere. But instead, they slipped beneath the hoodie, making contact with warm skin. Nails grazing against his lower belly and up, over his stomach had Nick in stitches. The giggles flowed out in a continuous stream, leaving him bright red and breathless by the time Charlie moved on to his sides. Light touches brought on occasional shivers, while calculated pinches and squeezes slowly climbing to his ribs had Nick cackling. Charlie also noted an increase in squirming, the higher his hands seemed to move, which was tauntingly slow.

"You okay there?" Charlie quipped lightly when Nick's hands came up to cover his burning face and grinned when he got a nod in return. "Lovely. Would hate for you to miss out on this."

"Wha-AAahHH!" Fuzzy sparkles spread from the centre of his abdomen, fizzling out somewhere around his waist. A single finger had dipped into the somewhat shallow belly button, rubbing back and forth against its base with barely any pressure. Still, Nick's back arched upwards, idiotically pushing himself further into the maddening touch.

"Eight?" Charlie asked with a tilt of his head, not even trying to hide his delight about this discovery.

"Get out!" Nick pleaded, his pelvis twisting from side to side.

"Alright, alright." Charlie's hands disappeared completely and it took Nick's frazzled brain a few seconds to understand that it wasn't because they were aiming for a different spot. Instead, the younger boy used the short breather break to move himself a little higher up Nick's body, giving him easy access to the upper half of his torso.

"God, I'm sweating," Nick groaned, fanning his hot face a little.

"It suits you, though," Charlie retorted with a hint of playfulness in his tone but he felt gracious, so he pushed Nick's hoodie up, letting it bunch together against his chest.

"Oh, zip it."

If anyone had asked, Charlie would have argued that it was an act of altruistic love, just wanting the alleviate the overheating boy's discomfort. In reality, all he was after was his exposed ribs. And it didn't take long for Nick to catch onto that fact.

Taking advantage of the growing anticipation, Charlie let his fingers trail downwards again, drawing light circles and spirals over Nick's sides, his sternum, pecs and upper chest, before-

With a surprised 'Jesus', Nick quickly dissolved into hysterics. For the first time, his arms made a move to protect himself, only to find that Charlie's knees were now blocking the way.

"I didn't know you were religious."

Nick was amazed how Charlie could sound so casual while he was taking practically every individual rib of his apart so meticulously, it was flustering.

"Charles," he tried to growl out through gritted teeth but failed to sound even the tiniest bit threatening, only receiving a warm laugh from the other boy in return.

Once again, Charlie became aware of the increased squirming and a thought occurred that would potentially clear some things up. The howling laughter Nick let out a moment later was answer enough.

Nick's entire body felt like it was made from lightning. His head tilted back, unable to focus on anything other than the fingers swirling in the hollows of his armpits.

Luckily, Charlie had other plans which would grant some distraction. Tempted by the now fully exposed neck, one hand darted upwards. A squeal intermingled with the previous howls and Charlie could feel the warmth of Nick's blush radiating against his hand.

Not wanting to overstimulate him too quickly with two such sensitive spots, Charlie's hand worked in an alternating pattern. Grazes against the neck then scraping at the hollow, light pinches at the nape then scribbling in the pit.

It seemed to hold up for a while too, keeping Nick on edge, even though it was a repetitive pattern, never quite knowing which shoulder to scrunch or what hand to grab for. The sudden kiss to his cheek came as even more of a surprise since he didn't even notice the weight at his waist shift at all.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen," Charlie remarked, the low voice so close to his ear sending goosebumps down Nick's arms.

"Stop," Nick whined out lightly, referring more to the teasing words than the teasing touches. But Charlie had been paying close attention all along and it was becoming noticeable that Nick was wearing out, his voice a little raspy, laughter mostly breathless.

Charlie pressed another kiss to his cheek. "I wanna try something."

Fluttering kisses trailed down the length of his neck and across under his chin, while both of Charlie's hands, one still on the other side of the neck, the other still under his arm, found a matching rhythm.

"Shiht!"

Nick was lost. The room around them disappeared and he found himself on a cloud, carrying him through a shower of fireworks, and sparks, and lightning, making his skin prickle in a way, he didn't even know was possible. Time lost all meaning, every little touch registering somewhere in his foggy brain and a dread of eternity crept up somewhere in the back of his mind.

"Stop," Nick choked out, tears beginning to prick at his eyes. "I can't-"

Charlie kept his word, immediately pulling back. Straightening up, his eyes scanned Nick's face for any signs of discomfort but he was still beaming with residual giggles bubbling out.

Before Charlie could ask if he was okay, Nick brought his hands up to wipe at his eyes. "Please, no more."

"Of course," Charlie responded earnestly with a nod. He clasped either side of Nick's face, leaving one last kiss at the corner of his mouth before climbing off. He lay down beside Nick, who took the first opportunity to curl up on himself, and pulled the older boy into a comforting embrace.

Nick groaned against his chest quietly, arms wrapped around his middle. He was sure his abs were going to be sore by the next morning. But the fingers entangling in his hair and the gentle scrapes against his scalp made him forget about that with ease.

"You lasted so long." There was a genuine tone of admiration in Charlie's voice, coaxing a sheepish grumble out of the older boy.

They lay like that for some time, only the sound of their breaths between them. Charlie was convinced that Nick had dozed off in his arms, but surprisingly, Nick lifted his head, gazing up at him with a face of playful curiosity. "So, what's your expert opinion? You think I'm more ticklish than you?"

A quiet laugh overcame Charlie and he bit his lip as he gave a small nod. "Yeah, you might be. My knees are definitely worse but you have so many spots that seem to get to you more. But at least our necks seem to be equally as sensitive."

He felt tempted to let his fingers flutter against Nick's for emphasis but the older boy already scrunched his shoulders up slightly, without Charlie having to move an inch. Phantom tickles passed by briefly at the mere mention of the spot.

"Hm."

"How do you feel about that?"

Nick thought for a moment. "I think it means that I get to have a fair share of revenge tickles."

Charlie felt that familiar drop of anticipation in his stomach which, like always, was soon followed by a surge of giddiness spreading through his body.

To his surprise, Nick only shifted to make himself more comfortable, cuddling closer to Charlie's body. "Nap first, though."

A warm smile spread across Charlie's face as he adjusted his embrace slightly, fingers entangling with the other's hair once again. His chest felt like it was going to burst open with the adoration he felt at that very moment, and he closed his eyes.

Although he knew that sleep was not going to come for him, he was happy enough to watch over Nick as he rested and recharged. "I'm not going anywhere."

#heartstopper #heartstopper tickle fic #tickle fic #tickling #ticklish!nick nelson #ticklish!charlie spring #ticklish!nick #ticklish!charlie #nick/charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring

[kiri-mikua]

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

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

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

#art requests #tickle art #tickling art #tickles #tickling #ace attorney tickles #my boyo just wanted to flirt w him rly #but he discovered something even better xdxd #nick finding out edgey is ticklish completely by accident and then using that info against him at any given time ueueueuue #lee!edgeworth #ler!phoenix #my art #*sale de su tumba y se pone a perrear*

[amazingmsme]

No One Ignores Schmidt

AN: Almost done, I hope y’all have enjoyed these fics as much as I have! I’m gonna try to continue posting semi frequently, I forgot how much I love this. I’m single handedly feeding all you new girl fans out there, ‘cause there is a disappointing lack of fics! But I’m glad I finally got around to writing for this show

Schmidt was not an attention whore. He wasn't! He just couldn't stand when his best friend was deliberately ignoring him to instead zone out watching the tv.

"Nick! Nick! Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"I don't have to look at you to hear you speak. I'm listening," he said, eyes glued to the screen.

"Well that's just rude."

"Eeh."

Schmidt rolled his eyes at the caveman grunt he got in response. "What do you wanna eat for dinner?" he asked anyways. When he received no answer, he repeated himself, annoyance laced in his tone. "What do you want for dinner?" he repeated himself.

Nick shrugged with a noncommittal noise.

"Nick!" he yelled in his ear, jabbing him in the side to get his attention. Nick flinched away from him violently, a whiny scream leaving his lips.

"Oh my god what? Pizza's fine, leave me alone!"

Schmidt stared at him, a sly smirk tugging at his lips while his eyes were alight with mischief. "Still just as ticklish as I remember Miller," he said fondly, reaching out to squeeze his side. Nick jerked away with another giggly yelp.

"I am not!" he argued, arms wrapped around his stomach defensively. Schmidt managed to slip through his weak attempt at a shield and tweaked his rips, earning a choked off laugh.

"You aaaare!" Schmidt sang, an absolutely giddy grin on his face.

"Stop! Seriously man, go order dinner or whatever you bothered me to do," he grumbled, tucking himself into the corner of the couch.

"I will in a minute. This is too good to pass up," he said, and it was as much of a warning as Nick was granted. Schmidt pounced on him aiming for the spot on his ribs that used to have him howling in seconds. After all these years, it still worked its charm.

"Next time just listen to me so I won't have to do this!" he huffed, as if he wasn't enjoying every second of his friend's torment. Nick was cackling loudly as the squirmed on the couch. He nearly crawled over the arm of the sofa, but Schmidt grabbed him by the legs and pulled back, squeezing his knees as he did so. He squealed, kicking his legs as he curled into a tight ball. Schmidt chuckled proudly, patting his shoulder as he stood up.

"Cute as ever! Stay right there, I have to go phone this in," he said, pulling out his phone to dial the nearest pizza place. Nick groaned to himself, slumping deeper into the couch.

#tickletober #tickletober 2022 #nick miller #winston schmidt #new girl #new girl fic #new girl tickle fic #ticklish!nick #day 30: flinch