#lee!nick

[nickandcharlieareticklish]

A More Enjoyable Assignment (tickle fic)

Fandom: Heartstopper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, for god sake.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He couldn't, could he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?”

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

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

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

“It's more fun that way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bingo. “Oh really? Why's that, then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I – no – come on, please -”

“Begging already, are we?”

“Will it make you stop?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Such a tease...” he muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn't really complaining.

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[heartfelttickles]

Ticklish Terrors

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

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick and Charlie

Words: 1500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One squeeze was all it took.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘NIHIHICK STOHOHOP’ Charlie cackled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[sleepy--anon]

Relax With Me

(Slight Season 2 spoilers)

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

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

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

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

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

"You had fun don't lie."

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

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[awkwardtickleetoo]

Payback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I dunno… Un-bored me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm actually breaking up with you."

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

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

"Nick Nelson! Did you just hit me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fun? Really?"

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

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

“Shhh, cuddle time.”

“Oh, cuddle time, is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

#eeeeee first hs fic!!!! #im very excited omg ive wanted to write heartstopper stuff for ages #heartstopper #lee!nick #ler!charlie #cals writing

[heartstopper-tword]

prompt 24 for lee nick and ler charlie? to change things up again lol

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

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Prompt #24 - "It's just a scratch."

Turning the Tables

At first, Charlie thought he had just been seeing things- his sleep schedule wasn't great in the first place, so he was pretty tired. It wouldn't surprise him if his eyes were playing tricks on him. But it sure as hell had looked like there was a thin, long red line trailing just above Nick's knee he'd noticed while they'd been in the changing room after rugby practice that afternoon. Charlie hadn't commented on it, since about half of the team was still hanging out on the benches, so he decided to let it go for the time being.

But then later, Charlie saw it again when they were preparing for bed at Nick's house. He hated the thought of Nick being hurt, even if it was a little bit, so finally, after some mental contemplation, he decided to bring it up. "What did you do to your knee?"

Nick turned from where he was standing by the mirror, taking a quick glance down at himself. "Oh." He shrugged, looking back up at his boyfriend. "Must've done that a couple days ago during conditioning. It's not a big deal."

"But you're hurt," Charlie argued, furrowing his brows in concern.

Nick smiled softly, finding his boyfriend's worry over him adorable. He walked over to where Charlie was sat on his bed and climbed over top of him, gently pressing his lips to his. He pulled back after a second, running a hand through his curls. "It's just a scratch, Char."

"But what if it gets infected?" Charlie asked him, for the first time not being able to focus on his boyfriend's attempts to calm him down. "What if you'll need to go to the doctor?"

"For a scratch?" Nick raised an eyebrow, letting out a chuckle. "I think I'm okay."

"Nick, at least let me bandage your leg." Charlie offered, gently pushing Nick off of him and sitting back up from his place on the pillows. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, starting for the bedroom door.

"Char, c'mon," Nick whined, reaching for his boyfriend's arm, "I swear I'm fine!"

Charlie let Nick turn him back towards him, and he sighed, letting his eyes fall back down to his knee. "Fine. But I want you to keep an eye on this." He let his fingers fall to his knee, gently tracing over his knee cap.

He was expecting Nick to let out a groan, wrap his arms around him and pull him back down onto the mattress. What he didn't expect was Nick's knee to jerk up violently as he drew in a sharp breath.

"What? Did I hurt you?" Charlie panicked, pulling his hand back as if he'd been burned.

"No, no," Nick was quick to reassure, grabbing his hand and running his thumb over the top. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But you reacted weirdly when I touched your knee..."

"It's nothing, alright?" Nick tried to smile, but Charlie could see a blush starting to form on his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes at him, slowly moving his free hand back down to his knee and squeezing lightly.

Nick gasped, his knee jerking again as he let go of Charlie's hand to grab at the other. "Stop it!"

"No. Way." Charlie's eyes widened, and his lips split into a wide grin.

"Charlie..."

"Nick. You're ticklish, aren't you?"

"No."

"No?"

"No, I'm noHOT, stop!" Nick couldn't help the frantic giggle that escaped him when Charlie's fingers didn't cease their movements.

"Oh my god, this is great!" Charlie was thrilled.

Nick whined, trying to pull his boyfriend's hand off of his leg, but the grin was threatening to split his face in half. "Great hohohow?"

"You tickle me all the time! Now I can get back at you for torturing me so much!"

Nick's laughter picked up a bit as Charlie's other hand started pinching at his thigh. "Wihill yohohou stohop?"

"Aww, I don't want to," Charlie pouted playfully, clearly enjoying himself, and Nick groaned.

Quick as a flash, before Charlie could react, his arms shot out, grabbing his boyfriend's waist and twisting them so that Charlie was back on his back in Nick's bed, just as they had started.

Charlie was already giggling as Nick leaned down close to him, pressing their foreheads together.

"Never," he said breathlessly, "do that again."

"Oh, so it's fair when you tickle me, but not when I tickle you? Can't take what you dish out?"

Nick scowled playfully, moving his hands up and pinching his sides, causing him to squeak. "Watch it, Spring. I know for a fact you're way more ticklish than I am."

Charlie snickered, "I didn't even tickle you that much. How would I know that myself?"

Nick's eyes widened. "Wanna bet?"

Charlie shook his head, but he couldn't stop the laughter pouring out of him a moment later. Of course, he couldn't help but throw in a few pokes to Nick as well, catching him off guard momentarily.

But in the end, he knew Nick was right... not that he'd admit that out loud.

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

[shoto-lee]

Tickletober Day 10 - Interrogation

lee!nick, ler!charlie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Weheheirdo! Gehet ahaohoff me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lee!nick #ler!charlie #heartstopper #tickling #tickle #tickle fic #tickletober #augtickletober2023 #tickle art #tickle content #shoto-lee

[tickle-mnster]

Tickles Up!

lee!nick, ler!charlie/tao

summary: the three are playing Heads Up, when a certain word appears. charlie and tao have a special idea to help nick guess it.

word count: 1k

a/n: spent all night writing this and finished in the morning..now im gonna be tired all day but oh well

“Nick?” Tao murmured. “It’s your turn.”

The rugby player was lost in space or in his own mind. He was zoned out on the living room floor, driving his two friends to shake him out of it.

“Nick?!” Charlie shouted in his ear, pushing his shoulder back and forth.

He finally responded when Tao delivered a strategic poke to his side, making him jolt and kick his feet out of the criss-cross position they previously rested in. Charlie and Tao received quick glances from each other in response to Nick’s reaction.

“Finally, we got you awake!” Charlie voiced, followed by Tao. “It was like he was asleep with his eyes open…weird, isn’t it?” He teased.

Nick smiled softly and scratched the back of his neck. “Aha, yeah…sorry about that, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“It’s alright, but now it’s your go. Go ahead!” Charlie insisted, handing him the phone. 

He put the back of the device on his forehead, leaving the two friends in front of him to watch the screen as it turned to another word. They were all playing ‘Heads Up!’. In a rotation, one of the guys would receive the phone and be prompted to guess the word that appeared. The other players had to give him hints, or actions, as to what the word was.

“Ti-!” Tao gasped, covering his mouth. When he’d seen the word, he automatically started to say it out loud, by accident. Charlie chuckled, nudging his friend's arm. 

“Whose side are you on?!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry! I almost did that when you were the one with the phone…”

“Well, I wish you would have! That’s why we lost, Tao.” Nick chimed in, now starting to worry about the ticking timer that’d begun. One minute to guess the word, or forfeit.

“Alright, er- this is something that…feels light? And it’s an action! I think…” Charlie shouted, trying to convey his best description of the word. What was the word, you may ask? Coincidental to Tao poking Nick earlier, the word was ‘Tickle’!

Charlie quickly pondered for a few moments before turning his head to Tao, who seemed to be doing the same thing. ‘Tickle” was a hard word to describe, without using the word itself.

A lightbulb suddenly appeared over the top of Tao’s head - he remembered that the only rule was, you cannot say the word that’s given. Maybe he could make Nick feel the word?

It wouldn’t be a hard task, since Nick was already barefoot, his feet basically out in the open in front of him. Charlie and Tao sat on the outside of both Nick’s feet, while Nick had his legs spread all the way out, using his palms to hold himself up off the floor.

“I have an idea.” Tao said to Charlie, who seemed interested. 

“Which is..? I don’t know how the hell we’re going to say anything to describe this word.”

The taller boy smiled at the irony, and replied, “That’s the thing. We’ll make him feel the word!”

Charlie had caught onto Tao’s idea, and noticed a curious Nick in front of him. His boyfriend had an interesting expression, wondering what the hell his friends were up to… and then, he knew. 

He knew that he felt something skitter into his left sole, causing him to jerk his legs back into his lap - but, Tao had quick hands. He managed to capture one of Nick’s ankles, the other one was soon to be snatched back by Charlie.

Nick had let out a brief giggle when he’d felt Tao tickle his foot. This enticed Charlie, and he wanted to see if he could do the same. Two fingers wiggled beneath Nick Nelson’s toes, making him fall down onto the carpet, erupting in chuckles. Two became three, then four, as Charlie became addicted to his lover's sweet laughter~ For each finger that was added beneath his wriggling toes, a decibel was increased in his laughter. If Tao were to do the same thing, there’s no telling how loud Nick would laugh.

“Cha-Chahaha! ChaheheharliHEHE! LehEHEt gohoHOH!”

“We aren’t just doing this to watch you squirm, Nick! Go ahead, tell us the word!” Charlie shouted over Nick’s laughter. He stopped the tickling to hopefully hear an answer, but Tao took it as a queue for his turn. He slid his fingertips all across Nick’s ticklish sole, causing the boy to scrunch them up, and wiggle as much as he could to escape Tao’s strong grip.

“Nick… are you that… unintelligent?” Tao used a nicer word for stupid. “What are we doing right now?”

“BEHEING AHA-ehehasshOHOles!” Nick squealed, squirming in place. He was pretty much immobile since the other two boys had surprisingly strong grasps on his ankles. “What was that?” Charlie scoffed. “We were just trying to help you figure out the word, but if that's how it’s gonna be, alright then!” He playfully taunted, fiddling his fingers into his foot's arch. Tao also looked as if he was in shock by Nick’s words - well, his laughter I should say. That’s what most of his sentence was.

The game had now been redirected to some sort of punishment for Nick since he’d called his friends assholes. 

Charlie crawled away from Nick’s ankles and attacked his belly with his tickly fingers. 

“Chaharhalie! Gehet awahay!-” Nick rolled around on the floor, eventually pulling his ankle away from Tao. This didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend was by his side, and wouldn’t stop wiggling his fingers into his stomach and ribs.

“Ihim gohOHOEHEhonna gehet you back fohor thiHIHEHis!” He shouted at Charlie. The boy didn’t seem worried until Nick’s face began to turn red. He retracted his fingers from Nick’s body and checked to see if he was okay.

“Had enough?” He asked. “Did we go overboard?”

“Well, we showed him what assholes we could be!” Tao added, seemingly having no remorse for wrecking his friend.

“I didn’t mean to call you guys that! It just slipped out…”

Nick scratched his sides, still having ticklish sensations all over his body from the other boy’s fingers. Then, he was reminded by the notification on his phone that the guessing time was up and he began to wonder what the hell the word was.

“The word was ‘Tickle’! We couldn’t have made it more obvious, Nick.” Tao said, pretending like he could have guessed the word if it were his turn.

“Whatever…” Nick rolled his eyes, handing the phone to Charlie. Let’s just say, he planned on getting revenge…

#lee!nick #lee!nick nelson #ler!charlie #ler!tao #tickle fic #heartstopper tickle #tickling fanfiction

[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.

#it is 4am i am not proofreading this #heartstopper tickle fic #ler!nick #ler!charlie #lee!charlie #lee!nick #ticklish!nick #ticklish!charlie #heartstopper #heartstopper fic #tickle fic #tickling fanfic #tickle community #tickling

[lunarisntlee]

Charlie and Nick Lee Headcanons ♡

Charlie

SHY boi when it comes to being around Nick!

He's a babie lee (be gentle >:(( )

He's literally such a sensitive babie when being tickled

Probably gets tickled by Nick a lot! And gang tickled by Tao, Elle, and Isaac.

His tumtum would probably be a bad good spot to tickle.

Instead of trying to squirm away, he'll just cuddle closer to the ler. 🥺

Oh and he can't say tickle.

Not at all.

He can't say it to save his life.

LOVES cuddles tickles!

Generally a tiny and soft lee!

Nick

A little bit more confident when it comes to tickling! (He IS on the rugby team)

He's usually tickling Charlie, but when the tables are turned, oh boy…

He's JUST as ticklish as Charlie is and gets super shy when someone mentions it 🥺

Does kick though, so anyone tickling him better be careful!

He doesn't like being held down.

His back is a BAD spot for him which he actually loves and is just too shy to say it

His favorite person to be tickled by is obviously Charlie!

Raspberries = loss of sanity

No seriously, he'll be CACKLING if you blow raspberries!

He's more on the boisterous and bubbly side of lee overall!

#Heartstopper #Charlie spring #Nick nelson #Heartstopper tickle #Sfw tickles #Lee!charlie #Lee!nick #No because I have an irl friend that looks so much like charlie- #Tickles

[utterlyrandomperson]

Discovery

Fandom: Heartstopper (Nick, Charlie)

Summary: Charlie finds out about his boyfriend's cute weakness and of course he has to explore it further.

Content warnings: tickling

Nick closed his eyes when he suddenly flinched and gasped, but then immediately opened them again to look at Charlie, praying he hadn't noticed. The smirk on the younger's face made it evident that that wasn't the case.

When Nick wouldn't stop teasing his boyfriend, the latter had started pushing him until he'd accidentally poked the older's side which had ensued in Nick flinching and gasping. And that reaction had immediately made Charlie suspicious.

"Okay now hold on. What was that?"

Nick shook his head at the other's question. "What do you mean?", he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. He failed. "What I mean is this-"

Before Charlie could poke his belly once more, Nick caught his hands and pushed them away. The last sliver of doubt vanished with his move. Charlie laughed triumphantly. "Aww, you're ticklish! Why didn't I know about this?!"

Nick could feel the blush spreading over his face. "I know exactly why", he murmured. Charlie's smile turned mischievous. "You do realize that there is no way I'm not going to use this against you, right?" Nick opened his mouth but didn't say anything. That was until the younger suddenly pushed him to the ground and pinned him by sitting on his hips. Nick tried to push him off but the pokes to his sides made him immediately draw his hands back.

"No. Charlie don't you dare."

Nick tried to sound intimidating, but the nervous quiver in his voice betrayed him. "I told you to shut up and you wouldn't listen! Now learn to live with the consequences of not listening to your boyfriend, Nick Nelson!" The first few pokes to his stomach made him gasp and wince. Then the squeezes started and the hands began traveling from his tummy towards his sides and Nick squealed before bursting into laughter.

He flailed his arms and tried catching the younger's wrists, but everytime he almost managed, Charlie shifted. From his waist, the younger continued to his hips - which elicted a surprised yelp - to his chest and ribcage.

Nick instantly tried to curl up when he felt fingers pinching and tracing his ribs.

"Ahaha whahait! Charlie dohon't, not there!"

"Ooh, did I discovered a weak spot?", Charlie exclaimed excitedly. When he abruptly intensified the tickling, Nick gasped and began laughing louder and more hysterically.

"Charlihie!"

The older frantically pushed at his attacker's hands and finally managed to grab one. However, he almost let it go again when the remaining hand wandered to his stomach. Nick at this point was shaking with laughter, gasping for air and throwing his head back. In one last desperate attempt, he managed to catch his boyfriend's second hand and immobilze him. Or so he thought.

Just when he'd gotten some air back into his lungs again, a squeal left his throat and he instinctively pulled up his shoulders. Charlie, with both his hands captured, had leaned forwards and was now nuzzling his bodyfriend's neck. The giggles that Nick let out were so loud and high-pitched that Charlie burst out laughing at the sound of them. Nick squealed when the air of Charlie's laughter blew along his neck.

"Stohop it, stop laughing! Charlie- AH noho! No-" He cut himself off, busy laughing and gasping for air. The onslaught on his neck had caught him so off guard that he'd loosened his grip on the younger's hands and now the latter was mercilessly tickling him all over his ribs and tummy again.

Nick was sure that he'd never smiled this broadly in his life before. His eyes were squeezed shut and he was slightly shaking his head all the while fits of laughter were pouring and pouring out of him. A squeeze to his upper ribs made him wince and he immediately wrapped his arms around his chest to protect the spot. This left his tummy unprotected, and Charlie instantly took advantage of that.

When the younger slid his hand under Nick's shirt and began tickling his bare skin, the latter was done for. He started squirming and shaking his head and his giggles were beyond adorable.

"Gohod! Charlie please!"

Charlie laughed fondly at the boy underneath him. "Oh! Is Nick Nelson actually begging right now?", he teased and pinched his upper ribs again. Nick jerked and tried turning onto his side but without success. He looked at his boyfriend and pleaded with his eyes.

"Yes I aham! I'm begging you! Plehease, I'll do anythihing!"

Charlie smiled softly and slowed down a bit. "Wow, anything? Even stop teasing me for the rest of the day? Even apologize?"

Nick's laughter by now had died down to gentle chuckles at the tracing fingers on his lower torso. He deeply inhaled before using all his strength to sit up and wrap his arms around the younger's waist. He hid his face in his chest and let out some residual giggles.

Charlie hugged him back and snickered quietly. "I don't care what people say, you are the literal definition of a golden retriever. Minus the ticklishness perhaps."

"Shut up", Nick murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric of Charlie's jumper. The younger clicked his tongue.

"Hey! You still owe me an apology, remember?" He raised his eyebrows when he was met with silence. "Seriously? Do you want me to tickle it out of you? I don't have any problem with that!"

As soon as he felt squeezes to his ribs, Nick regretted his stubbornness. He tried to squirm out of the hug the younger had captured him in, but he was too worn out.

"Okahay, I'm sorry! I'm sohorry, I'll stop teasing you! Charlie! Charlie I cahan't!"

Charlie snickered and stopped his attack. He ran his hand through the older's hair and admired the smile on his freckled face.

"Serioisly, are you allowed to be this adorable?"

Nick groaned and tried to act annoyed, mainly to hide the very profound blush on his cheeks. Charlie wasn't fooled by it. He ruffled his boyfriend's hair before climbing off of him. Nick collapsed back to the ground and covered his face with his hands.

"I'll never hear the end of this, will I?", he asked with a sigh. Charlie grinned. "Nope", he said, popping the 'p'. He poked Nick's stomach once which made the latter switch into defense mode immediately. Charlie only laughed and lay down beside him, then pulled him in for a hug.

"You owe it to me to let me hear your beautiful laugh."

Nick rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile at the sweet comment. He turned his head and gave Charlie a kiss before wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes.

Masterpost

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

[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

[heartfelttickles]

A Tale of Two Ticklers

Note: my first official fic of this page aahh I’m scared. I hope you all enjoy this lil heartstopper fic i wrote. A big thanks to @cantsaythetword as I sent this to them anonymously and it’s what gave me the confidence to post! (If you haven’t seen their work, I beg you read it it’s amazing!) So thank you so so much!

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick and Charlie

Word count: 428

Nick and Charlie sat on the cozy living room floor, surrounded by soft blankets and a scattering of pillows. The room was bathed in a warm, dim glow from the fairy lights hung on the walls. Their laughter filled the air as they engaged in a playful tickle fight, fingers dancing over each other's skin.

Nick was known for his ticklishness, but today, he had a mischievous glint in his eye, determined to claim victory. His nimble fingers explored Charlie's sides, evoking a chorus of giggles. "You're going down, Charlie!" Nick teased.

Charlie squirmed and laughed, retaliating with a tickle to Nick's ribs, causing the latter to squeal. It seemed like Nick was indeed winning for a few minutes, making Charlie beg for mercy between laughing fits.

But then, Charlie's crafty fingers found their way to Nick's most sensitive spot - his inner thighs. Nick's eyes widened, and he gasped as an intense wave of ticklishness surged through him. "N-No, Charlie, not th-EHEHHEHRE!" he pleaded, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncontrollable laughter and ticklish screams.

Charlie just couldn't resist the opportunity to turn the tables. He continued to tickle Nick's inner thighs, eliciting a symphony of laughter and shrieks from his boyfriend.

'Aww you're so adorable when you're tickled.’ Charlie cooed as his boyfriend writhed underneath him trying to escape.

"CHAHAHHAHRLIEEE..PLEHEHEHEASE���I-ICA-ICAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IT' Nick begged through contagious cackles, tears forming in his eyes and a deep red blush growing across his face as Charlie showed no mercy and his teasing tone.

Charlie finally relented, letting Nick catch his breath. He grinned down at his flushed and disheveled boyfriend, who was still trying to recover from the relentless tickling. "Well, well, Nicholas Nelson. it seems I've finally discovered your weak spot," Charlie said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Nick pouted, but a mischievous spark danced in his gaze. "Oh, you won't get away with that, Charlie." With a quick, nimble move, Nick tackled Charlie, flipping them over so that he was now straddling Charlie's waist. He looked down at Charlie with a sly grin. "Your turn."

Charlie laughed, realizing he had just walked into his own ticklish trap. Nick's fingers descended to Charlie's sides, making him writhe and giggle. The room echoed with their laughter as they continued to exchange ticklish revenge.

It turned into a playful, loving battle of laughter and affection, each trying to outdo the other in tickle-induced hilarity. Nick, no longer at a disadvantage, took full advantage of Charlie's ticklish spots, and Charlie, in turn, relished the opportunity to tickle his boyfriend.

As the evening wore on, they collapsed into a tangle of limbs, breathless and giggling.

They lay side by side, their fingers intertwined, basking in the warmth of their shared laughter.

In that moment, as they caught their breath and gazed into each other's eyes, Nick and Charlie knew they had created another cherished memory together. Their love was as boundless as their laughter, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

#tickle fic #heartstopper #heartstopper tickle #nick nelson #nick and charlie #lee!charlie #lee!nick #ler!nick #ler!charlie

[sleepy--anon]

Day 27: Hysterical

Reserved by @shoto-lee

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

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

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

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

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

"Thahahahat... spohohot is ohoff lihihimits"

#ler!charlie #ler!Charlie Spring #lee!nick #lee!Nick Nelson #hearstopper #heartstopper tickle #heartstopper tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #sleepy's ficlets

[massive-uwu-energy]

Heartstopper Tickle Fic!

Nick and Charlie sleep over and are bored so they decide to play a classic game of truth or dare! it does end up exposing poor nick.

( i know truth or dare is super like basic, i've never written a fic before so cut me some slack!)

Nick and Charlie just got home from school, it was a weekend so Nick decided to come over to Charlie's and of course he was super happy to have Nick over.

After they finished their homework, they both realized they was very bored

"Aha! What about truth or dare!" Nick exclamed

"Thats the most sterotypical thing on the planet!" Charlie said with a giggle

"Well i dont see you having any good ideas!" Nick said fluffing Charlies hair

"Fineeeee" Charlie said while removing his boyfriends hand

So the game began! They were playing with the app, and it was all silly little truths and dares, until Nick chose truth

Charlie gasped at his phone "You have to tell the truth to this one! Are you ticklish, and if so where are you most ticklish?"

Nick Nelsons flustered face said it all "N-no! Your turn!" Nick said avoiding eye contact

"I think your lyinggg~" Charlie teased while slowly making his way to Nick

"C-Charlie! We can talk about this!" Nick said backing up slowly

Charlie lunged himself at Nick, knocking Nick down and sitting down at his hips

Nick was blushing like mad! Covering his face and giggling nervously

Charlie just started wiggling his fingers and his giggles went up a octave!

"I havent even tickled you yet! Honesly rugby lad i can take you down just by wiggling my fingers at you

"S-shut up!" Nick said without any real spite

"I wonder what would happen if~" Charlie said while tickling Nicks sides gently

"ah! aha chahaharlie!!" Nick giggled, making absolutly no effort to stop him

"i thought you wasnt ticklish! Did you lie to me?!" Charlie said while tickling one side and squeezing the other

"ihihim sohohohohory! aH!" Nick said while now kicking his feet and wiggling around

"your just like a golden retriver!" Charlie said while making a claw with his hand and tickling Nicks tummy

"ahahaham nohohohot *snort* ohohoho god!" Nick said while snorting

"Did you just snort?! Can you get any cuter?!" Charlie asked while giggling along with him

After a few more minutes of tickles, Charlie let up

"Since your obviously very ticklish, where are you most ticklish?" Charlie asked crossing his arms

"W-will you not go to hard on me?"

"Promise!" Charlie said with a promising smile

Nick somehow blushed darker and raised his arms, not able to keep them up long before putting them down and giggling more

Charlie grabbed one of Nicks arms and pinned it on the ground, while the giggling Nick just covered his face with the other hand

"You ready giggles?" Charlie asked his boyfriend with his new nickname

Nick nodded

Charlies smile grew on his face seeing his boyfriend so adorable like this! How is he so cute!?

Charlie lifted one finger and slowly wiggled it in Nicks underarm, and he went nuts!

"AHAHAHAHA!! C-CHAHAHAHAR! EHEHEHE!" Nick loudly laughed outloud, Charlie joined him

"Is this your tickle spot?" Charlie teased

Nick nodded frantically, finnaly after what felt like forever of Charlie attacking him, Nick finnaly fought back. Nick pushed Charlie back with the one hand that wasnt pinned down

Charlie shot back up and laughed along with Nick, easing his attack on his poor boyfriend

"C-charrr, your so mean!" Nick winned, not really meaning it

"Oh you poor thing, you enjoyed it though!"

Nick hid his poor blushing face in his hands "S-shut up"

Charlie giggled and pulled Nick into a hug, knowing he was going to be tickling him again very soon

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#heartstopper tickle #lee!nick #ler!charlie #tickle #heartstopper #omg this is my first fic #ahhhh #i hope yall enjoy!

[gaybananabread]

Not Again!

I saw a lot of adorable Heartstopper fics, and I wanted to try one. Enjoy!

Lee: Nick

Ler: Charlie

Summary: When Nick tries to put on a certain Marvel movie again, Charlie has an idea to make the afternoon more interesting.

Warnings: none. It's a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

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Saturday started off normal. Charlie and Nick were at his house, spending the day together. After some cuddling, they decided to put on a movie.

"What should we put on?" Nick thought for a minute. "How about a horror movie?" Charlie shook his head. "No, not in the mood. Any other ideas?"

They went back and forth for a little while. Nick would suggest something, and Charlie would shoot it down, not offering any ideas himself. After about ten minutes, Nick was tired of it. He made an executive decision.

"Captain America it is!" Charlie groaned dramatically. "Not again! You've seen it a million times by now!" Nick had already made up his mind. "Maybe, but it gets better every time. Also, I'm the only one who knows where the remote is, so Captain America."

Charlie playfully glared at him. "Really? Is that your final answer, Nelson?" With a smug look on his face, Nick nodded. "Yes it is, Spring."

Charlie lunged at him, and they rolled around, trying to get on top of the other. After a minute or two, Charlie had Nick pinned on his back, his arms under his knees. He tried to wiggle out, but he had Charlie sitting on his hips. "This is what you get, rugby lad."

He started scribbling all over Nick's belly, and giggles poured out of his mouth. "Wahahahahahait! Charlie, nohohohoho!" Then he started to tease him. "Awe, big, tough Nick Nelson can't handle some tickles? What a shame~"

Nick blushed, it spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "Nohohoho teheheahahsihing! Chaharlie!" "Niiiick!" He started to squease his sides vigorously, kicking Nick's giggles up an octave. "Cohohohohome ohohohohon! Nohoho fahahahair!"

Charlie gasped. "I'm not fair? You were going to put on the same old movie again! I had to save you from yourself!" He started to wander upwards, lightly scratching between each of his ribs. "Chahahaharlie, nohohoho! Pleheheahase!"

He gave Nick a breather, tracing little shapes on his sides. Charlie took a minute to bask in the cuteness before him. Nick's whole face was a tomato, and he had breathy giggles coming out in a steady stream. How he could be so adorable, Charlie would never know.

"Bahahahabe. Ahahahare you dohohone?" Charlie thought for a minute. That was enough of a breather. "Mmmm, no." He yanked up Nick's arms, and he was too tired to pit up much of a fight.

He launched his hands into his armpits. Nick squeaked, belly laughter following soon after. "NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE! NOHOHOHO!" He tugged, but it was half-hearted. Both he and Charlie knew that he was loving every second of this. He would never admit it, but it was true.

Charlie slowed down a bit, moving down to his ribs, tracing little shapes again. "Ready for the big finale, Nelson?" Nick shook his head. He knew what that meant, and Charlie was always ruthless on that spot. "Chahahar, dohohohon't! Nohohot thehehere, cohome on!"

Ignoring his poor boyfriend's pleas, he put his hands under his knees, securing them in place. His hands went to that special spot, right underneath his hips and at the tip of his thighs. Nick will forever deny the sou d he made when Charlie squeased there.

"NYAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHARLIHIHIHIE! NAHAHAHOHOHO!" Nick bucked and squirmed, but he couldn't throw Charlie off. It tickled so badly, but he loved it. He loved how happy it made Charlie, and how happy it made him. At that moment though, he could only think of the tickly feelings shooting through his legs and core.

Nick shook his head back and forth, tears of mirth coming to the corners of his eyes. Charlie needed to do one final thing. He pulled up Nick's shirt, took a deep breath, and blew a huge raspberry.

"OHOHOHO MYHIHIHI GOHOHOHOD! CHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOHAHAHAP!" As soon as he said it, Charlie's immediately stopped. He started rubbing away any ghost tickles. Nick was still giggling like a madman. It took a good minute or two before he could stop.

"Mmmm. Kiss." Nick groggy reached up and grabbed Charlie's head, gently pulling him in for a kiss. Charlie giggled into it a bit. When he's tired, Nick turns into a big, attention-hungry puppy.

"Better now?" Nick just nodded, snuggling up into Charlie. He's like a big golden retriever. Charlie stretched out and grabbed two pillows and blanket from the couch. He predicted them out and got comfy.

They fell asleep like that. Nick curled up on Charlie's chest while he played with Nick's hair. For both of them, that was way better than any movie they could have put on.

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[ticklezticklez]

A Rugby Player's Needs

Heartstopper, lee!nick, ler!charlie

A/N: please remember to use the right keys when copying / pasting!! pressing ctrl v when you have smth in your paste bar when you really meant to press ctrl c may mean you'll have to redo an hours worth of work!! i speak from experience

Word Count: 1,152 (under the cut)

"Does this hurt? I can rub a bit softer if you need me too-.."

Nick shook his head, side-to-side, showing content with the way Charlie massaged his feet.

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Nick had been on his feet all day at rugby practice. His soles were killing him, causing pitiful winces each time he took a step with them. Not anymore though, thanks to his lover, Charlie. He always had a soft spot for the boy, allowing him to do anything he wanted to Nick. Now, Charlie had noticed the pain Nick was enduring with his roughed-up feet, and it made him feel bad.

So, he asked, "need a foot massage?" Nick agreed, and sat down on his sofa, laying his socked feet onto Charlie's lap. The boy blushed when Nick began to wriggle his toes around inside the soft cotton fabric, prompting him to cover his face. "You alright?" Nick questioned, sorta confused. Charlie nodded, and gently pulled Nick's feet closer to him, cradling the pair in his hands. "You ready? Be sure to tell me if it hurts, alright?"

Nick grinned, and replied, "-alright!~ I'm sure you're great at these, hah.."

The truth was, Charlie had not once in his life given a successful foot massage. This was just out of the kindness, and maybe even curiosity, of his heart. Hopefully, he wouldn't cause more harm than good.

Nick stretched his body out on the sofa a bit more, turning to the side. He laid there, with his feet still in his boyfriend's lap, but in a new position. Nick had never experienced a massage like what he was about to before, so he assumed that it'd take a while. Only natural to get comfy - he thought, turning on the television.

Charlie gripped one of Nick's ankles, then began to lightly squeeze the ball underneath his big toe. He rubbed it, up and down, for a few seconds before noticing Nick's toes twitch. Was this something he casually did, for no reason? Or was the massage too rough, somehow causing him to wiggle his toes? Charlie was an overthinker, and his overthinking skills were just now beginning to show. "Are you alright? This isn't too hard, is it?"

"Hm? Nah, this feels pretty good!" Nick reassured him. Charlie smiled at the boy then resumed his rubbing, traveling down to Nick's arch. His thumb softly pressed onto the soft sock, transmitting a rather tickly feeling onto Nick's skin. "Heh, that tickles~! Go somewhere ehelse,"

"Huh? Oh, sorry-" Charlie swiftly responded, taking his hands off Nick's larger feet. Maybe he wasn't cut out for this. It was just light rubbing, and squeezing, but Charlie found it to be beyond his expertise. He had already promised Nick a massage though..

Charlie thought for a few moments, then had a lightbulb idea. He never said the massage wouldn't tickle, right? Perhaps if he tickled Nick, his laughter would replace his feet being helped. After all, laughter is the best medicine.

Nick seemed happy with the situation - he got to have his aching feet catered to, whilst watching T.V. and resting. Little did he know, all of these things would be thrown out the window by a few tickly little fingers.

Charlie gently rubbed the foot he held in the center of the arch, with his two thumbs. It actually felt good to Nick, which was Charlies original goal. Not anymore though. Charlie scratched the foot he held with his thumbnails, and watched Nick and his cute toes squirm. "Ihis this aha part of the mahah-hasage?!" The ginger (dont @ me, he's ginger.) boy giggled subtly, trying to hold back the full-blown laughter he could release at anytime.

Charlie nodded, pretending as if this was a normal part of the procedure. Worried that Nick could pull his feet away and escape, Charlie wrapped his arm around both Nick's ankles, forming an armlock. "I'm awfully sorry for this, ya know?"

Nick fearfully stared his lover in the eyes, and watched as his doom appeared in front of him. Charlie fluttered his fingertips across the soles of Nick's socked feet, lightly scratching at the undersides of his toes.

"Noohaho! Stohoap itahaihit tihickleees!!~"

Nick's reaction changed when he felt fingers slide underneath his toes, not in a positive way though. He giggled and pleaded for the boy to release his ankles, but no, Charlie was having far too much fun. Next stop was Nick's toes. First one, his big toe. Charlie poked and prodded at his sensitive toe, catching sight of Nick as he squirmed in place, trying to pull his feet back - unsuccessfully. Charles grip on his ankles was too strong, even for the rugby player.

"Say, Nick, would you mind if I took off your socks? Might help the massage become a bit more effective."

"NOHO-! Dohont take them off I SWEAR Chaharlie.. Ihill get you back for this..~" He whined, like a little baby that didn't get its way. He was as cute as one too, with his cherry-red face, and adorable smile.

"Oh, you will? Well, we'll see." Charlie peeled off the boy's socks gently, teasing him with little whispers and pokes to the toes. Nick tried to prop himself up on the couch, his goal, reaching the sadistic ler, but to his dismay; it wasn't possible.

Charlie slowly slid his fingernails across Nick's warm soles, taking a sh*tload of laughs from his soul. "Naha~! STAHAHP IHITAHAHAHA HEHELP!~"

He roughly scratched his nails across the other boy's feet, clawing - up and down. His fingers went from his toes to the balls of his feet, melting Nick into a giggly ball of ticklishness. He didn't know how much more he could take from the sadistic switch, when he felt his stomach flip upside down. All this laughter couldn't be good for his insides.

"CHARAHLIE MYHA TUHUMMY HUHURTS!!-" He shouted between howls of laughter. When Charlie finally understood what Nick was saying, he released his ankles, and crawled over top him. "You alright? I didn't hurt ya, did I?" He was genuinely worried that he had hurt his boyfriend - and that was most definitely never his intention. He just wanted to make the cute guy laugh a bit. It was surely a harmless joke.. besides the endless scratching of his soles and torture of his toes. But besides that..

'Yehes, I'm alright- come here." Nick pulled Charlie by the waist onto his chest, making the boy fall down onto him. Nick ran his fingers through Charlie's hair, and placed a hand on his ribs. "Really thought you could get away with that, huh?" He whispered.

Charlie gulped. Then, removed himself from the couch and scurried to the bathroom, quickly locking the door. Maybe next time Nick would be able to get him - or, maybe he would just wait for him to come out. Either way, Charlie would see some revenge in his future.

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