#ticklish!charlie

[ticklytums]

He can’t just let his favorite princess sulk after all. Why Alastor takes his job as the self designated hotel entertainer and clown very seriously! And takes his position with Charlie even more so!

Arms latch around the princess, smirking as she collapses in a fit of giggles against his chest, which eager claws are all too happy to encourage.

“Oh, are we singing my dear? Well allow me to contribute a tune of my own! Yes, quite fitting for this moment!”

Hey, hobo man

Hey, Dapper Dan

You've both got your style

But Brother,

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile!”

Ah, she’s a wriggling one, she resists too much! His favorite tune, echoes from his microphone, and his merry voice contributes the lyrics and enhance the silliness of it all.

“Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile --

But Brother,

You're never fully dressed

Without a—stop squirming! Listen to my wonderful singing, you’re running the moment!” he smirks.

#hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #alastor #charlie morningstar #ticklish!charlie #gotta make his favorite adopted daughter niece whatever smile! #this is actually an rp post but it looks cute so here

[giggleeclown]

So apparently I couldn’t wait until S2

So if Zach’s speaking voice is Charlie’s voice does this mean Charlie has his laugh because if so that is fucking tremendous news

#smiling friends tickles #sf tickles #lee!charlie #ticklish!charlie #ler!pim #tickling #ticklish #t content #t word community #t word #t word content

[nhasablogg]

Predetermined tickle sessions

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick/Charlie

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

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

Words: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That makes sense.”

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

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

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

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

“Would you do that for me?”

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

“It’s not. I don’t know. Weird?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick let out a laugh. “So impatient.”

“I can feel the tickling already.”

“Is it ticklish?”

“Yes, I- oh.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Charlie nodded. Charlie seemed excited.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tickling #ticklish!charlie #ticklish!nick #heartstopper fic #nick and charlie #n writes #predetermined tickle sessions

[ticklishchaos]

Let Me Show You How it's Done

Ler! Charlie Lee! Nick with some Lee! Charlie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You really make him happy," David commented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't what?" David asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You better get your revenge now, Charlie!"

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

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

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

"SCREHEHEHEHEW YOHOHOHOHOUU GUHUHUHUYS!" Nick cackled.

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

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

"OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!" Nick squeaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tickle-bugs]

Welcome back Bugs (my beloved)! For the writers warm-up request, how do you feel about brotp Dean & Charlie and "😤 That's cheating!"/"No, it's strategy 😌"

thank u beloved!!! hope u enjoy this i miss these goofballs <3

Charlie’s new year resolution had been to listen to Kevin more often. He’s usually right about most things. His success rate is high enough, in fact, that she usually would rather chance listening to Kevin instead of ignoring him, even when his thought process seems bogus. So when Kevin tells her with grave seriousness to never ever--with a concerning amount of excess evers--play games with Dean, it does give her some semblance of pause. 

Four hours into the most grueling Monopoly game of her life, Charlie sighs and accepts that she’s totally failed both Kevin and her resolution. 

The board is old and pretty beaten up—Sam picked it up in Mississippi somewhere and brought it back with a few other vintage games. Dean and Charlie are perched like goblins around the board, surrounded by the foil corpses of snacks they’d demolished while refusing to adjourn for a real meal. 

“Ah shit.” Dean furrows his brow and hikes his knee to his chest. 

“What?” Charlie narrows her eyes. Dean holds a finger up and mutters to himself, studying the card with grave attention. He looks at the board, then back at the card, counts on his fingers, and frowns.

“Ah. Shit.” Dean sighs, taking his thumb between his teeth. Charlie pinches his arm. 

“What does it say?” She hisses. He yelps and scowls at her. 

“‘Make general repairs on all your property. For each house pay $25. For each hotel pay $100’. Buncha bullshit.” 

Finally, a light at the end of the tunnel. Freedom. 

“Yes! Holy shit!” Charlie shrieks with joy, threading her fingers through her hair. “You only have, what? Like fifty bucks? Dude, you’re toast!”

Dean makes a thoughtful noise as he eyes the board, then his sparse money pile. He’d taken great delight in rubbing his wealth of houses and hotels in Charlie’s face. It was finally time for penance, for vindication--

Dean leans over, plucks the pile of fifties from the money tray, and counts out everything he owes. 

“No! Dean, that’s cheating!” Charlie squawks, swiping at him. He leans out of her grasp and continues counting. 

“No, it’s strategy. I’m the banker and now I’m borrowing a little somethin’.” Dean tips his head back into Cas’s lap. Cas huffs and leans down, pressing his book flat to his chest so he can kiss Dean sweetly. He squeezes Dean’s shoulder fondly before returning to his reading. 

“See? I’m even paying my taxes.” Dean grins, the sparkle in his eye not entirely from being a cheating bastard. 

“Cas,” Charlie whines, gesturing wildly at Dean. Cas’s eyebrow twitches minutely but he doesn’t look up from his book. 

“I am no longer on duty as your banker, Charlie. I’m not at fault if the bank is robbed.” He licks his thumb and turns the page, barely concealing his amused smile behind the worn cover. 

Charlie eyes the small metal cat pinched between her fingers and silently asks it if murder is okay. It does not answer. 

“Dean.” Charlie inhales sharply. “You cannot steal from the bank. It’s the bank. Not your pockets.”

“I’m not stealing. I’m borrowing…forever. Look, Red, if you throw in the towel we can both call it quits.” Dean stretches out a kink in his back and leans against the couch. 

“Sam!” Charlie yells. “Can I kill your brother?”

“Go nuts!” Sam’s reply floats upon distant laughter. 

Charlie considers the board with a twitching eye. Even with Dean’s cheating, they’re pretty evenly matched. They could go for another three hours or so in circles like this. With Dean cheating, she’ll be forced to cheat just to keep up with him. They’ll wither away here on the floor of the bunker l, and centuries later scientists will uncover their skeletons and the dust of the Monopoly board—

“Cas, we need a tiebreaker. Something fair.” Charlie crosses her arms and ignores Dean’s dramatic groans. 

“The first person to bring me a fresh cup of tea wins. Prepared to my specifications.” Cas hums, turning another page. Dean lights up, of course he does. He and Cas know each other inside and out.

Ew. 

“What are your specifications?” 

“A challenge should be worthy of its undertakers, Charlie. I have full faith that your intuition will guide you.” Cas shifts on the couch and dog-ears the page, humming at something he reads.  Charlie’s eyes snap to the empty mug sitting on the end table near Cas. There’s a small purple tag hanging out of the mug—chamomile. Bingo. 

“We’ll have to wait for the water to boil—“

There’s a distant click-click-woosh that Charlie knows to be the stove, then the brief piercing whistle of the kettle. 

“You’d better hurry. The water is already cooling.” Cas eyes them both over his book, then settles back into the couch. Silence falls thick over the room. 

Dean and Charlie lock eyes. 

With a yell, Charlie flings herself to her feet and starts running. She can hear Dean stomping behind her. She swerves a corner and keeps running, silently grateful that she never got up to put on socks. 

“Oh no you don’t! C’mere!” Two strong arms encircle Charlie’s waist and hoist her off the ground. She screeches in protest but Dean’s already dropping her—gently, what a sap—and taking off ahead of her. 

“You dick!” She swipes at the back of his t-shirt and misses. Dean spins by her and stumbles into the kitchen just seconds before she can. He flings open the cabinet and starts reaching for the spice shelf, but she can’t see what exactly he’s grabbing—

With her best battle cry, Charlie launches herself at Dean and clambers onto his back. 

“Wh—hey! Get off!” Dean starts prying her ankles off of him. She grips tighter and does the first thing she can think of: poking the hell out of him. The irritation seems to work in her favor when Dean sways close enough to the cabinets for her to make a swipe at the honey, but she catches him in the ribs and he yelps. 

Oh, yeah. Duh. 

Charlie cackles triumphantly and starts tickling his ribs properly. Dean’s knees buckle a bit but he keeps them both steady, swiping at Charlie’s hands like a madman. 

“This is cheating!” Dean grits out, trying valiantly to block her access to his ribs. She can feel him shaking with laughter already and tries to chase it. Dean slams his arms to his sides and Charlie doesn’t falter--she fits her fingers into the back of his ribs. The dam of his laughter shatters and giggles flow free, then full laughter--the kind that lights him from the inside out and seeps into Charlie too. 

“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy! What does Cas like in his tea? Talk!” Charlie squeezes his sides with vengeance. Dean alternates between clutching the counter and flailing wildly. She clings to him every way he bends and finds free skin to pinch and poke at. 

“Charlie!” 

“Talk!” She yells, burrowing her fingers into Dean’s stomach. Dean fully collapses and they both go down, but Charlie wastes no time launching herself back at him. Dean catches her--unfortunate for him, because she jams her hands right back under his arms. He screeches out an incoherent string of syllables and arches hard into the kitchen floor. 

“Just tell me and this is all over,” Charlie singsongs, wrenching one of her hands free to skitter along his now-pink neck. Dean scrunches and falls smoothly into giggles, each one tumbling over the next like rain pouring free to dance with the wind. 

“Bite me!” He twists and bucks her off, clutching his sides as he sucks in breath. Dean’s head turns towards her, unnaturally slow, and an evil grin spreads across his face. Charlie scrambles back. 

“Waitwait, Dean! H-Hold on!” She holds her hands out in surrender but he’s already reeling her in by the ankle. She kicks at him and he grabs her other leg with a grunt. 

“Cheaters pay the price!” Dean wiggles threatening fingers just over her knee. She squeals and tries to fling herself to freedom, but his grip is unshakeable. He scribbles over every inch of her legs and gives the worst evil laugh she’s ever heard, but it makes her laugh, then she can’t stop laughing. Dean coos at her and squeezes vigorously at her thigh. 

“You’re the one who chea—oh nohoho!” 

…

“Sam,” Cas calls, pulling a blanket over his lap. Sam peeks around the corner, hair damp and 

stringy from the shower. 

“Would you mind grabbing my tea from the kitchen?” Cas gestures in that direction. Sam tracks the movement, then absorbs the minefield of game pieces on the floor. 

“Dean robbed the bank, didn’t he?” Sam chuckles and shakes his head. 

“Mhm. My tea is unfortunately serving his penance.” Cas flips a page and gives Sam an amused smile. 

“Gotcha.” Sam chuckles and winces at a loud shriek from the kitchen. “Want anything in it?”

“Just a drop of honey, please. Thank you.” 

“Sure.” Sam squeezes his shoulder and trods off towards the kitchen. A moment of disconcerting quiet passes before Sam’s squeal ricochets off the walls, mingling with distant yells and demands for Cas’s tea order. 

Cas just chuckles, accepts his fate, and continues reading.

#my fics #ticklish!dean winchester #ticklish!charlie #spn #dean winchester #charlie bradbury #castiel #sam winchester

[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

[utterlyrandomperson]

Older Sister Magic

Fandom: Heartstopper (Charlie, Tori, Nick)

Summary: Tori teaches Nick how to deal with Charlie when he has too much energy in a way only an older sister could.

Content warnings: tickling, mild swearing

A/N: I wrote this fic while I was reading Solitaire (a book by the writer of Heartstopper Alice Oseman with Tori as the main character) and I think I based the characters more on the way they were presented in the book than in the series. But it's no problem if you haven't read the book, you'll still be able to follow :) I just wanted to clarify that.

Tori slowly exhaled when Charlie let out the millionth teasing remark that day. He seemed to be in a particularly excited mood today - which meant he had to find ways to release his energy. And lovingly taunting his sister turned out to be one of them.

Tori turned her head and directed her look at her brother's boyfriend, who was sat on the floor beside her. "Okay, now listen up Nicolas. This is how you deal with one Charles Spring whenever he gets his moods: watch and learn."

Charlie's expression switched from confused to panicked as soon as his older sister lunged - actually lunged, Jesus Christ, we're talking about Tori here - at him and pressed his back into the sofa cushion. He gasped and immediately raised his hands for protection.

"Victoria NO, don't you dahare-"

She only had to wiggle her fingers at her brother for him to burst out giggling. "Please dohon't!"

Nick observed the whole thing unfold with great interest. Of course he'd known that Charlie was ticklish, the two had had their fair share of tickle fights over the past months. But what surprised him were his boyfriend's reactions. Whenever Nick had tickled him, he'd usually just let it happen. He'd obviously always tried to win back the upper hand, but pleading had always only been his last resource. However, right now Charlie was basically begging although Tori hadn't done a thing yet.

"How is he already in a state like this when you haven't even touched him yet? I've maybe managed to make him beg for mercy once, and that was after tickling him for minutes", Nick exclaimed, eyes jumping from Tori to Charlie and back. Tori shrugged and grinned.

"Older sister magic. I won't deny that you know Charlie very well, but there are things that only years of experience can teach you. How to tickle the living hell out of your younger brother to punish him for being a massive pain in the neck, for example."

Charlie looked like he was losing his mind, he squirmed and weakly pushed at his sister's hands, although they were still just hovering above him. Streams of anticipatory giggles were pouring out of him.

"Nick plehease, please help me! Don't let her!", Charlie pleaded desperately and with his best puppy eyes. Tori poked his stomach which made him flinch and let out the softest whine. Nick couldn't remember ever having had such a fond smile on his lips. He shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm sorry Charlie, but I was told to watch and learn. And one shall never miss the opportunity to educate oneself further." Charlie's laughter made it evident that he didn't mean the "Screw you!" he blurted out seriously. However, Nick decided to continue his act and gasped dramatically.

"Screw me? Charles Spring, how dare you! I would have stayed on neutral ground, but this demands action. In fact, I think I'll offer my help to someone else." Charlie's eyes widened when Nick made his way towards them and, before he had time to react, grabbed his wrists and pinned them left and right of his head. Tori smirked while Charlie panicked.

"No no no wait, let go- Victoria no, stop- ahaha stohohop it! Plehease!"

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back while laughter poured out of him. Tori's fingers were scribbling and prodding at his upper ribs, right below his exposed underarms. As if that wasn't enough to drive Charlie mad, she placed her hands on his arms, just below the elbows, and let them travel downwards. And whenever she'd crossed his armpit and had reached his ribs again, she changed direction and traveled upwards again. Her touches were light, so light in fact that Charlie's laughter had died down to soft, high-pitched giggles. But the softness of the sensations had Charlie in constant anxiety of it getting worse, so his nerves were completely on edge and he was twitching and squirming constantly.

"You are so mehean!", he spluttered through his giggles. Tori raised her eyebrows.

"Oh sure, we are mean. Let me remind you who was pestering everyone all day long: surprise, that was you." She stressed the last four words with a poke to Charlie's tummy for every word, making him giggle uncontrollably. Then she paused, just long enough to give him a false sense of security, before she continued the poking, wandering from his stomach to his sides to his ribs and back again.

Nick couldn't help but burst out laughing at his boyfriend's reaction - squeals, high-pitched giggles and shakes of the head - and he felt his heart flutter at the sight.

"And I seriously thought you couldn't get any more adorable. Turns out all it takes is a little older sister magic." He and Tori exchanged a look and it was just full of shared love and fondness for the laughing boy beneath them.

"Shut uhup! I will- ahaha Gohod, Vic- Tohori quihit it, I'm going to die", Charlie gasped when his sister focused her attack on the part of his ribcage where his sides met his back. He was positively shaking with laughter by now and constantly tried to free his wrists, but he didn't really have any strength left to effect something. Tori made him squeal by pinching his lowest rib.

"You know the rules, dear brother. First you apologize, then you can beg. Because it falls on deaf ears if you do it before saying sorry." She did halt her attack a few seconds later though, because Charlie hadn't responded and his laughter had been on the verge of turning silent. Nick felt relieved to see her do that. It showed him that while she knew exactly how to exploit her brother's ticklish weakness, she also recognized when it became too much. She'd never go too far. And she'd stop if he really needed her to, should he give her any signs of distress or discomfort.

But Charlie didn't give any of those signals. On the contrary, as soon as he'd caught his breath, he smirked at his sister. "Just to clarify, what exactly do you want me to apologize for? For pointig out your lacking skills at Mario Kart or for reminding you that diet lemonade isn't supposed to replace food just because it has the word diet in it?"

Nick snorted in a mixture of amusement and disbelief at his boyfriend's sass. Tori tried to keep her pokerface, but she had to bite back a smile. "Okay that's it. Knees."

While talking, she grabbed her brother's legs and lifted them until she could rest his calves on top of the sofa's backrest so that his legs were bent about ninety degrees. But she definitely had to fight to get and keep them there, because as soon as she'd finished talking, Charlie's eyes had widened and he'd started struggling and shaking his head.

"Nono I take it back, I take it back! I apologize, Victoria I'm sorry, I won't- No please dohon't, you know I can't take it!" Tori grinned and ran her hand through his messy hair. "Yes you can. And if not then I hope this will teach you not to bite off more than you can chew."

Charlie let his head fall back and looked up at his boyfriend whose smile appeared to be upside-down. "Nick please let me go, I'm sorry for teasing you", he asserted with an almost shy grin.

Nick bit his lip and remained silent for a moment. Then he clicked his tongue and nodded. "Alright."

And he let the younger's wrists go. Charlie didn't feel triumph or relief though. Something about this was off. But realization again hit too late, and Nick had already gone behind the sofa and grabbed his ankles, securely pinning them to the backrest. Tori chuckled with satisfaction.

"Uh-oh. Now someone's in trouble."

Charlie, to their surprise, didn't even try to fend them off. He just let his head fall back and covered his face with his hands. Soft, muffled giggles were already spilling out. "You two are the wohorst!", he exclaimed, but there couldn't be less malice and more affection in a person's voice. Nick couldn't help but melt right then and there. He would've kissed Charlie, but his position didn't allow that. So he squeezed his knee instead, snickering at the squeak it provoked.

"You mean the three of us, don't act all innocent now. I haven't forgotten the last time you were tickling the breath out of me and you didn't show me mercy then, either!" Charlie uncovered his face and smirked mischievously.

"Yeah I remember that. I'm still amazed by how high your voice can go when your neck is tickled." Nick pressed his lips together as he felt his face heat up, not able to hold eye contact. Tori snorted.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised he never has to beg you, if he can fluster you that easily he's basically won." Nick blushed even more, but he shot her a betrayed look.

"Shut up Tori! We're supposed to be on the same side!" She pulled up her shoulders in a defensive gesture. "Just saying! But let me point out something far more important: do you know why Charlie's legs are on the backrest?"

Nick looked a bit startled by the sudden change of theme. But Tori didn't wait for an answer. Instead she lifted one hand and slowly approached her brother's legs with it.

"You see, while his knees may be extremely ticklish, the true weak spot is right here." And she placed her hand on the back of Charlie's knee, which was exposed due to the nintey-degree angle of his legs. The touch alone was enough to make Charlie burst out laughing, but his laugh became louder and breathier once Tori began spidering her fingers all over the back of his knee.

"Ah Gohod! It's so bad it's so bahad, V-Victoria please!"

When the urge to move his legs away became too great to bear, he began drumming his feet on the cushions as Nick's grip didn't allow any bigger movement. He'd already tried to fight Tori off, but even without his arms being pinned it remained hopeless. Everything just got ten times worse when his lovely boyfriend decided to joing the attack by gently squeezing the front of his knee and thigh with one hand.

Charlie's body was shaking with laughter. Three hands simultaneously tickling the front and back of his knees and thighs were simply too much for him to stand. He gasped for air until he managed to form words.

"Please! Pleasepleaseplease quihit it! I cahan't-" Tori suddenly abandoned his legs and began tickling all over his upper body again. She was laughing happily while doing it. "Why Charlie? Does it tickle too much?"

Charlie didn't answer at first because he was just listening to his sister's laugh. It made him feel a great warmth. But then she slid her hands under his shirt to scribble over his bare sides and Charlie was done for.

"Dahamn it Tori! Yehes it DOES!"

"Hmm alright. I think I'm ready to hear your apology now. What about you Nick?"

Nick shook his head and laughed. "I've forgiven him a long time ago." Tori pretended to be sick. "Ew. You're so cheesy, loverboy."

She then stooped tickling her brother. "Alright Charles, this better be good." Charlie was busy gasping for breath and letting out residual giggles. His legs slumped down from the backrest and he lightly curled up. Once he'd calmed down enough, he turned on his back and outstretched his arms in an invitation for a hug.

"Sorry", he said, and there they were, his puppy eyes. Tori sighed. Then she rolled her eyes and shot Nick a glance. "Okay I take that back." Then, leaning down to hug her brother: "Fine, you're forgiven for your impossibly annoying behaviour."

Charlie giggled and let his sister pull him up into a sitting position, which made room for Nick to plop down on the sofa on his other side. They sat there in silence for a while, then Charlie said: "Should we play Mario Kart? I'm tired out now, so you might actually stand a chance to defeat me."

Tori cursed and her nimble fingers were back on Charlie's body before he could even blink, tickling him all over. Charlie squealed and leaned against Nick in an attempt to get as far away from his sister's hands as possible. "Listen up you brat, I'm the Mario Kart expert in this house, don't you ever dare question that. You won once because you set up Oliver to distract me and that's it. So as long as you can't defeat me in a fair fight you better keep your sassy remarks to yourself. Did you get that?"

"Yes I dihid, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, plehease stop tickling me!" Tori stopped and Charlie curled up in Nick's lap. The latter watched the two siblings with great fondness.

He stroked his boyfriend's hair until he'd calmed down, then he clapped his hands. "Okay. Let's go play Mario Kart, I need a lot more training before I stand a chance against either of you."

A/N I think this is my fave fic I've written so far, I would be very happy if you let me know what you think of it ^^

(and has anyone here read the book and got the inside jokes? :D)

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#heartstopper tickle #charlie spring #heartstopper tickling #nick nelson #tickle fic #ticklish!Charlie #ticklish! Charlie Spring #Tori Spring #Older Sister Magic #Fluff

[theoncelee]

SEASON 2 EPISODE 3 OF HEARTSTOPPER HAS A TICKLE SCENE? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT NICK CANONICALLY TICKLES CHARLIE???? YOU MEAN THAT THESE IDIOTS IVE BEEN READING ABOUT TICKLE EACH FOR OVER A YEAR, ITS CANON???

I’m freaking out

I love them so much

I KNEW it was canon from like one drawing in the comic but to have it in the show makes it feel more real idk.

Aaaaaaa

#heartstopper #tickle community #ticklish!charlie #lee!charlie #ler!nick #help #they’re so cute I love them #tree’s bs

[cantsaythetword]

Giggles in the Dark

~A/N  - It was my day of birth! (29th of the June babeyyyy... damn this is late lmao)

So I wanted to write this cause its v cute andiwouldn'tmindithappeningtome. It took me a while to think of a fandom to write this for but I finally realised it should be heartstopper!!! It's perfect!!!

Kinda dedicated to the anon who asked if I would write for heartstopper, and also dedicated to the birth of me. (I sound like some medieval king being like HAH TIS MY DAY OF BIRTH HOLD A FEAST IN MY HONOUR and I'm so sorry lmao)

I'm also tagging the onion man @ticklepinions cause his heartstopper fics are absolutely fcking adorable and I love them

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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"Our Colony depends on you, ranger." The video echoed dramatically.

"Alright troopers!" The lazer tag attendant bubbled in very obviously fake enthusiasm. "Any questions about our safety rules?"

"I know we can't hit each other with the phasers, but fists are fair game right?" Tao grinned, getting a chuckle from Elle and Tara.

The attendant tried to stifle a laugh. "With some of the kids I've had to deal with today I wish they were."

"We're good to go, thanks." Charlie smiled.

It was his 17th birthday, and his 6 favourite people had all assembled for a battle of lazer tag at their local arcade. While Charlie, Tao, Elle, and Issac were all well versed in the game, the others were less confident. But their lack of skill did not result in a lack of playful arrogance and boasting.

The group, now alone in the 'training' room, were constantly engaging in teasing challenges and joking threats, until Tao added an interesting extra rule.

"Let's change this up a little..." He smirked. "For extra points, you can tickle our birthday boy-" he ruffled the hair on Charlie's blushing head - "while singing happy birthday as loudly as possible."

"Awww, Charlie's ticklish?!" Tara beamed at the newfound information.

Nick chuckled, nodding eagerly. He was one of the few in the group who knew just how much Charlie both loved getting tickled, and how embarrassed he got by it.

At the encouraging smiles and comments from his friends, Tao's voice took on a dramatic inflection. "If you finish the song, you automatically and instantly win the game..."

"Sounds easy enough, as long as we can be heard over Charlie's giggles." Elle smiled playfully.

"But! If someone shoots you then you're unable to tickle or sing 'til you're back online. And, if Charlie is shot then he can't be tickled 'til he's online."

Chuckles of agreement blended with the group's footsteps as they made their way into the armoury. Donning their obnoxious flickering vests and grasping their phasers, they maneuvered into the almost pitch black darkness.

Charlie's heart thumped as his eyes adjusted to the low light around him. Lazer tag adrenalizes him enough without the added threat of tickles. The somewhat cringy announcement countdown began, as Charlie settled himself in a corner of the arena. The wait began.

Sounds of lasers, shrieks and triumphant cries echoed around him as Charlie sat impatiently. Waiting to hear footsteps or muttering walk past. He managed to sniper Nick a few times, silently giggling to himself at his boyfriend's confusion.

His giggles grew to a squeal as hands wrapped around his body.

"Happy Birthday to you~!" Issac sang loudly, wriggling his fingers into Charlie's armpits. "Happy bir- damnit..."

Darcy's laugh from the darkness revealed Charlie's saviour, as Issac slunk away waiting for his jacket to reilluminate.

There was barely a minute of reprieve before someone else's claws latched to his sides.

Tara began to sing, and usually Charlie would enjoy her voice, but her slender fingers were absolutely agonizing squeezing against him. She barely got through the first two happy birthdays before a shot deactivated her suit.

"Aww... I was enjoying that." Tara frowned teasingly. "Your laugh is really cute Char."

The poor boy blushed, clinging to his gun and stumbling away in a giggly mess.

As much as Charlie was enjoying it (though he'd never admit it), he did still want to win. He was on the hunt, shooting anything that moved along with the extra lights scattered around the arena which gave bonus points. The satisfying groans from Tao or Darcy made him smile each time he hit them, and of course it was hilarious to continuously shoot Nick from behind. There was something cartoonishly comical about just how long it took him to realise where the shots were coming from.

He was about to shoot Nick for the fourth time, before Elle grabbed him under the arms. He let out a shriek, muffling the sounds of the first line of her Happy Birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you~! Isn't it great that Tao knew exactly how to make you smile on your birthday!" She beamed, holding up an absolutely limp giggly Charlie. "Happy birthday dear gigglesss~ and the absolute cutest giggles at that."

Her soft teasing throughout, though it completely won over Charlie's nervous system, took just too long for her to win overall, as Tao managed to whip round the corner and shoot Elle in the shoulder.

"Tao! I almost had him!" Elle groaned, a smile still stuck on her face.

Tao didn't respond, fully focused on running straight towards a still giggly Charlie collapsed on the floor. Somehow the two ended up in an awkward seated bear hug, giving Tao the perfect position to reach Charlie's stomach from behind. Tao sped through the birthday song, fingers scribbling at double the speed of his words. He was about to finish the final line when.

*PEW!*

Elle's victorious face peeked over her blaster as Charlie's vest powered down.

"Ugh no! I was so close!" Tao grumbled. "This is your fault!" He directed at Charlie with playful annoyance, fingers still wiggling against the man. "If you didn't squirm so much I would have finished that song!"

"THIHIHIS IHIHIS AGAHAHAHAINST THE RUHUHULES!" Charlie squealed. "IHIHI'M SHOHOT SO YOHOHOU CAHAHAHAN'T DOHOHO IHIT ANY MOHOHORE!"

"Consider it revenge for getting shot!" Tao grinned, finishing his friend off before running around the corner.

Once Charlie was back online, he weakly shot a rapidly approaching Elle. He couldn't take another round just yet.

Footsteps thudded eagerly behind him. In his giggle-drunk fear his 3 blind shots that he fired as he turned ricocheted off the walls around him. He let out a yelp of confusion as Darcy shot him in the chest and practically tackled him to the ground.

The 10 seconds of waiting for him to come back online were some of the longest and most fear-inducing of his life.

The moment the lights on his jacket came on again Darcy plunged her fingers towards his stomach and began singing (or, more accurately, yelling) Happy birthday.

"DAHAHAHARCY!" Charlie begged, squealing and thrashing from side to side.

"Shh!" She laughed, continuing the song. "Happy birthday dear charlieeeee!"

"PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!"

"You could just shoot me..." She smirked. "Unless, you're having just as much fun as we are..."

Charlie's eyes shot to the ground, right as Tara shot Darcy. In his embarrassment he almost became Tara's victim once more but managed to scramble to his feet and shoot her before running away.

The nimble and still-giggly Charlie managed to shoot Tao as he escaped, dodging through cracks in the walls and around pillars. He spotted Elle slinking past him, oblivious to her soon-to-be attacker. Lining up his shot, he guided the red laser light through several holes in the arena before firing. The satisfying noise of the LED vest deactivating was almost distracting enough for Tara to sneak up behind him.

Almost.

The second Tara's hands slithered around his waist he instinctively whipped around and shot her phaser. Thank god the guns count as target points.

Groaning, Tara shuffled onwards. Charlie moved backwards, facing the open hallway in front of him to avoid another person sneaking up beh-

"Hey Char." Nick smirked, grabbing his boyfriend and trapping him in a ready-to-be-tickled hug.

"Nick!" Charlie squeaked, squirming in his grasp. "Nononono please!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaa~" Nick drawled it out, letting the anticipation of the first syllable of the happy birthday song work it's magic.

"Nihihihick!"

"-aaaaappy birthday to you~" He sang, giving Charlie's neck a few kisses as his hands squished his boyfriend's hipbones. "Happy birthday to you!"

"NIHIHIHICK!"

"Uhh... umm..." Nick stuttered playfully. "Oh damnit Charlie I've forgotten the lyrics. Let's start again!"

"NOHOHOHO!" Charlie begged, the hands still torturing his hips were short-circuiting his brain.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear..." Nick paused once more. "What was your name again?"

"NIHIHIHIHICK!"

"No I'm pretty sure that's my name..." He continued to tease. "Yours was... Connor? Chris?"

"STAHAHAP!"

"Charlie! I remember now!" Nick beamed, hands continuing to practically massage his boyfriend's hips. "What I don't remember though, is where I was in the so-."

"NIHIHIHICK PLEHEHEHEASE!"

"Let's go again!"

Nick's relentless teasing, mixed in with the odd neck kiss or ear nibble just to keep Charlie guessing, was enough to absolutely destroy the man.

"Happy birthday dear Charlieeee~" Nick nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck as he said his name. "Happy birthdaaaaaaaay toooooooooo...........!"

"GAME OVER!" The intercom boomed.

"Awwwww, what a shame. Saved by the bell I guess." Nick winked, before giving Charlie a genuine kiss (on his lips this time, though Charlie wasn't any less giggly) and slipping their hands together to exit.

"YES!" Darcy exclaimed, pumping her fists in the air.

"I take it you won then?" Nick grinned as he and Charlie joined the rest of the group in front of the final scoreboard. "I almost had an instant win."

Charlie blushed further, face still stuck in that endearing post-tickle smile. A buzz from his pocket interrupted the group's teasy questions of the last minute of the game.

"Dad's here, you guys ready for cake?" Charlie asked.

Eager nods led the way back to the carpark, where Tara, Elle, and Darcy hopped into Tara's car to meet the rest of the group back at Charlie's house.

Issac hopped into the front seat next to Charlie's dad, while Nick, Charlie, and Tao squished into the backseat.

With Charlie trapped in the middle, Tao and Nick were at the perfect position to poke and tease Charlie's sides the entire car ride home - not to mention squeeze juuuust above his kneecaps every time they hit a speed bump so Charlie would jump a little more than usual.

The gang gathered on the couch. Nick, Charlie, and Tao all sat on the floor, with Tara, Darcy, Elle, and Issac on the couch behind them. Charlie's Mum brought out his cake - a very tasty looking vanilla cake with rainbow sprinkles. With the lights out, and the blue candles flickering in the dim living room, all that was left was to sing.

Charlie's mum began, and no sooner had voices filled the room did the hands start. 12 hands found their ways to Charlie's sides and neck, one or two ruffling his hair as they went.

Halfway through the song was when Charlie couldn't hold his giggles any more. His eyes squeezed shut and his arms curled around himself to try to protect himself.

The singing finished, but the tickles did not. Tara laughed something about all of them winning the game, as Nick whispered in his ear about blowing out the candles.

The hands lessened, but were still very very tickly. Charlie took a deep, shaky breath, before all the air came out in a stream of breathy laughter. The candles wiggled, some even seemed to go out, but all came back in full flame.

"Come on Charlie! It's not that hard." Tao teased.

"I cahahahan't!" Charlie giggled, before trying again.

Nothing changed. The breath turned to laughter and the candles remained aglow.

Charlie gave it one last shot, rapidly taking in a breath and immediately blowing it all out. The candles faded one by one leaving only smoke behind.

He laughed both in relief and at the residual ghost tickles left behind.

"You guys suhuhuck." He glared, much of the sting taken out by the bright smile still on his face.

"You love us." Elle smiled, giving his hair one final ruffle before the group stood up to leave. Nick moved to the kitchen to help Charlie's Mum clean up, while Charlie helped their friends grab their coats.

After saying a very cuddly goodbye, Charlie returned to the living room to find his Mum and Nick chuckling endearingly at his Mum's phone.

"What's that?" Charlie asked genuinely.

"Only the best photo ever taken." His mum grinned, turning the phone towards him.

The picture, taken only a few minutes earlier, showed him and his friends gathered around the freshly extinguished cake. Each person smiling at the birthday boy, who was a giggly post-tickle mess.

"It's adorable Char." Nick smiled, zooming in on Charlie's red beaming face.

"Noooo!" Charlie tried to cover the phone screen, battling Nick's and his monther's hands for a moment. "It's so embarassing!!"

"It's so cuuuute!" Nick teased, poking his boyfriend and putting the phone in front of him every time he turned.

"Nihihick stop!" Charlie laughed. "You guys are so mean!"

And yet, as much as he complained about it, he did ask his Mum to send it to him.

And that photo remains his phone's home-screen to this day.

#fic #mine #heartstopper #heartstopper fic #heartstopper tickle fic #ticklish!charlie #tao #elle #nick nelson #nick and charlie #charlie spring #tara #darcy #issac #heartstopper tickle

[cringemesstickles]

The Art Of Laughter

Merry Christmas @cantsaythetword !

I was your Squealing Santa for this year :>

I hope you like your gift :D

(It’s kind of angsty at first but then it gets cute and sweet hehdhd)

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Nick and Charlie were on Charlie’s bed having their usual cuddle time, the room filled with comfortable silence.

Seemingly out of no where, Charlie asked…

“Why do you love me?”

The question snapped Nick out of his daze.

Nick looked down at his boyfriends melancholic expression and felt his heart break a little.

“Charlie, why on earth would you ask that?”

If Charlie wasn’t avoiding Nick’s gaze before, he sure was now.

“It’s just that… I don’t have a lot to offer and you have so much to offer. I just don’t understand why you would settle for me.”

Charlie sighed, eyes full of insecurity.

Surprise overcame Nick.

“Charlie, what are you talking about?! You have SO much to offer.”

He started

“You’re an awesome drummer, you can run miles without breaking a sweat, you were even able to get the hang of rugby in just a few hours!”

Nick grabbed Charlie’s face and turned it to face his own, admiring the shy smile on his boyfriends face.

“Not to mention you have the cutest smile in the world.”

He kissed the boy’s nose, heart melting at the soft giggle that left his mouth.

Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Nick’s head and he knew exactly how to cheer his love up.

“And this is a real deal breaker…”

“You’re incredibly skilled in the art of laughter.”

Without hesitation, he formed claws with his hands and vibrated them into Charlie’s tummy.

Charlie squealed, bursting into helpless giggles.

“Nihihick!”

“See? You’re a professional!”

He chuckled a little himself, hiking his hands up to Charlie’s ribs.

Charlie shrieked and arched his back, unable to escape Nick’s strong hold.

“Nihick, quit ihihihit!”

Nick hummed in thought.

“Afraid I can’t do that, Char. Your laughter is so beautiful, I just wanna hear more of it~”

In a swift motion, he leaned down and blew a raspberry into his boyfriends neck.

Charlie snorted and kicked his legs, face growing red from the tickling.

“NICK, ENOHOHOUGH!!”

Nick stopped as soon as the words left Charlie’s mouth.

He pulled Charlie back into their original cuddle position.

“Char, I love you more than anything in the world.”

He kissed the fluffy black hair.

“I hope you know that.”

Charlie smiled.

“Really? Even more than Nellie?” He grinned.

“Alright, almost everything.”

Charlie laughed.

“Dork.”

#squealing santa 2k22 #ss2k22 #heartstopper tickles #lee!charlie #ler!nick #tickle community #tword content #tickles #ticklish!charlie

[ticklytums]

Down Time- Sneak Peek

Charlie and Alastor enjoy some down time at the hotel after work. Quickly, it becomes a battle of wills!

What just happened?! Before the deer could even make sense of the dizzying attack, he felt her playful little fingers spider along his belly. So unprepared for the sensations, there was a brief whine of radio feedback as Charlie’s nimble fingers zipped along his skin.

Charlie giggled, watching as one of his feet kicked up in reflex. She could feel the deer quivering beneath her fingers and watched his smile twitch wider. The feedback was getting louder too. “I can’t believe The Radio Demon is ticklish! This is the cutest discovery ever!”

“I-I’m not…” He quickly covered his mouth, the desire to laugh was getting too strong to handle. Charlie’s devilish fingers had started to squeeze along his sides and that’s when the laughter began.

His cohort’s face absolutely lit up with sheer delight when she heard the first of the cackles. They were loud and interspersed with the hilarious crackle of static, like a bad radio signal. “Oh you’re not ticklish, huh? Could have fooled me!”

Alastor laughed harder at her teasing, His cackles were bright and almost boyish as he squirmed and jerked his body every which way to lessen the maddening sensations. “Wait!” he tried to protest, but they fell on deaf ears. The deer had to suppress an honest to Lucifer squeal when he felt her nails drift further up his side.

An arm flailed, trying to command his tendrils to come at the Princess, but he was laughing far too hard to concentrate. As Charlie’s inquisitive hands traveled higher, Alastor desperately tried to grab the armrest for some sort of leverage. Seeing the new opening, Charlie gleefully plunged her wiggling fingers under his arms, She did not expect the resulting reaction.

Radio feedback screeched before the deer’s voice nearly did as Alastor’s back arched like a bow. His boisterous cackles came in harder and faster as he struggled with more desperation now to get away from her. “CHAHARLIE, DOHOHON’T!” He threw his elbows to his sides, trying to block the most sensitive of his spots, but it only served to trap her fingers.

#I actually started this five years ago #hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickles #ticklish!alastor #ticklish!charlie #alastor #charlie #hazbin hotel #my fanfic

[fluffomatic]

Silly little Hazbin tickle dump!

(My art don’t repost but please reblog)

#my art #my artwork #tickling #tickle art #tickle #tickles #my art stuff #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!alastor #ticklish!alastor #lee!sir pentious #ticklish!sir pentious #lee!charlie #tickle belt #ler!angel dust #ler!nifty #ler!vaggie #ler!rosie

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 16 - New Discoveries

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick/Charlie

Words: 541

[Tickletober prompts]

“I’m not ticklish there.”

“What?” Charlie kept scribbling over his side, even though the only reaction the contact elicited in Nick was a slight smirk at Charlie’s alarm. “That’s absurd.”

“Why?”

“Everyone’s ticklish on their sides.”

“I don’t believe that’s a rule.” Nick poked at Charlie’s side in retaliation, laughing when he scrambled away. “Most people are ticklish somewhere, but I don’t think we all share the same spots. Which is a nice thing anyway,” he added when Charlie frowned.

“Nice why?”

“It makes it all the more fun to find new spots, doesn’t it?” He reached out again, this time to squeeze at Charlie’s knee which he’d recently discovered was his worst spot.

Charlie shoved his hand away, but not before Nick got a few squeezes in. “Stop,” he laughed, but Nick went in again to poke at his thigh. “Nick.”

“You’re the one who started it,” Nick grinned, using his other hand to sneak a tickle to his side. “It does make me wonder whether there’s any spot on your that isn’t ticklish, though.”

Charlie flushed - from embarrassment or from how Nick kept going for spots to tickle - and managed to grab his wrist. “Let me try your side again.”

“I promise you, Char, it’s not ticklish.”

“But I want to see where it does get ticklish again.”

Nick knew exactly where that spot was, but decided to humor him anyway. He could turn the tables quickly if Charlie became too bold. “Fine.” He leaned back, raising his arm to give Charlie access to the side of his torso. “Go to town.”

Charlie wiggled his fingers in the air (which was surprisingly flustering to see, Nick realized) and leaned closer. “This is going to tickle,” he said. “Well, eventually.”

It was a bit strange to be tickled without it actually tickling, although Nick knew the area which was less sensitive wasn’t necessarily a big one, and so he watched Charlie warily as he moved upward, squeezing and fluttering in all his might. His body tensed up the closer he got to his ribs, which Charlie probably noticed. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know Nick was ticklish there, but he seemed utterly engaged in the idea that there was a border between his non-sensitivity and ticklishness. Nick had to admit he’d never thought of it like that.

“Ah, there it is,” Charlie said triumphantly, for Nick’s hand had come flying to stop the sensation which had started at his lower ribs.

“There it is, yes,” Nick choked out, feeling himself blushing without knowing why. “You found it, you can stop now.”

“I want to see where it is on the other side too,” Charlie said, pointing to his hip. “And possibly this side-” He pointed to Nick’s belly. “-and that.” He pointed to his back.

“Oh, you’re getting a little greedy now.”

“We have to fulfill the experiment.”

Nick jumped when he suddenly reached to the side to claw at his stomach. “Wait!”

“I figured we could start here, but I seem to have found it immediately.”

“Char.”

“Let’s do your back.”

Nick was laughing as he grabbed Charlie’s wrist and flipped them over, Charlie landing on the mattress with a soft ouff.

Nick pinned him easily. “My turn.”

#tickling #ticklish!charlie #ticklish!nick #nick and charlie #augtickletober2022 #heartstopper #n writes #tickletober day 16

[cozy-cinnamon-roll]

A Princess' Guide to Interrogating a Radio Demon (Part II)

(read Part I here!)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Ler!Charlie, Ler!Vaggie, Lee!Alastor (strictly platonic)

Content/Trigger Warnings: tickling, interrogation (in the most playful sense). If there are any trigger warnings you'd like me to add in the future (and/or to this fic), PLEASE let me know! I am always happy to oblige.

This is a ticklefic! If that's not your cup of tea, kindly move along.

First: MAJOR thank you for all the sweet notes and feedback on Part 1 of this fic! I was not expecting such an enthusiastic response, and it really made my week! So grateful to be part of this lovely community 💕

As promised, here is part 2... This one gets a little more intense than the last, but it's still all for fun (and Al can handle it 🤭) So excited to share it with you all!

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Vaggie is never quite sure what she's going to find when she hears a commotion elsewhere in the hotel - especially when it's coming from the direction of Alastor's room.

But nothing could have prepared her for the sight of her girlfriend pinning the most powerful overlord in Hell to the floor, tickling him to hysterics.

"Uhhhh..... Sweetie?"

"He won't tell me where he hid it!"

Vaggie just takes it in for a second. "So you're tickling him?"

"How else am I supposed to get it outta him?!"

"That's an... unconventional method, babe."

Charlie pauses her assault to shoot her girlfriend a deadpan look over her victim (who merely remains sprawled out on the floor beneath her, using his reprieve to take in as much precious oxygen as possible).

"You think I'm stupid enough to threaten real harm on The Radio Demon?"

That remark draws a maniacal little chuckle from the crumpled heap.

"Doesn't sound very effective," Vaggie observes.

But Charlie is too busy growling taunts at her victim again, tazing him in the sides. "Sorry, did I say something funny, giggles? Huh?! Did I?"

Vaggie can't help but smile herself at how hard it is for her girlfriend to keep a straight face during her "interrogation." She pokes and prods and scribbles all over the poor man, until his distinctive cackle echoes from the ceiling. And then she sits back on her heels, practically beaming with delight as he continues to shake with residual giggles.

At one point Charlie flashes her girlfriend a goofy grin. "I really think I'm wearing him down."

"Oh yeah. Absolutely, babe." Vaggie leans back against the doorframe with a smirk. "He really looks like he hates this, doesn't he."

As Charlie goes after his ribs again, Vaggie tilts her head. "He's lost his weird radio buzz."

"Oh!" Charlie abruptly clasps her hands to her chest, eyes wide with sudden worry. "Are you okay, Al?"

"Heh - yes, yes, of course..." While he is indeed too drunk on laughter maintain his usual tinny radio filter, the tiniest hint of a wheeze still edges his voice - which surprises Alastor himself more than anyone. His evil cackle is, after all, one of his signature intimidation techniques, and it's never affected his voice before.

But the uncontrolled, helpless hysterics Charlie's had him clutched in is very different from what he's used to. For all his practice intimidating his victims with a well-timed chortle, it appears his genuine laughter is rather rusty.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Still breathless, Alastor can't help but chuckle at that too. "...Y-you are aware of what an 'interrogation' is, right?"

Charlie's look of concern drops to a mild glare.

"Alright, babe. Step aside." Vaggie curls a dangerous little grin of her own. "I'll handle this."

As he sees Vaggie striding toward him, Alastor scrambles to sit up. "Wait, wait- Vaggie, dear, can't we-" He presses backward, only to find himself cornered between the couch and the coffee table. "Er- can't we talk this over?"

Vaggie crouches down. "You wanna tell me where Angel's speaker is?"

"No."

Fingernails are crawling up both sides before he even registers movement. Poor Alastor is clutched over cackling within seconds.

Charlie may be a surprisingly effective ler, but it quickly becomes clear who taught her: Vaggie is ruthless.

"Get his tummy, that's his weak spot!" Charlie chirps, not even bothering to hide her delight any longer.

"Chahaharlie!!"

Alastor actually feels a spark of legitimate panic as Vaggie's nails find their way to his upper belly, tracing along the lower edge of his ribcage, sending his laughter silent for a moment.

"Hey, if you really want me to stop, you can just tell me what I wanna know."

"YOou cahan-" (gasp) "-PRY it from my-" (brief giggle fit) "-cold, dead-" (wheeze) "-fingers!!"

"Yeah? I'll show you cold, dead fingers..."

Alastor feels a hand slip under his shirt.

"AaaaAAAHH! No, no, Vaggie don't!"

"Oooh, this is a good spot, isn't it?"

"NO don't do that- please please please..."

"What? You don't want me to do this?" Her fingernails skitter across his bare tummy. The poor man can't remember the last time he laughed this hard at anything - which, for someone who literally hasn't dropped his smile for decades, is a pretty high bar to clear. And he's gotta admit, it's the best he's felt in weeks.

"Don't kill him," Charlie pipes up, "I still need him to help run the hotel after this."

"I'm not gonna kill him." Vaggie leans in close. "I'm just gonna keep tickling this sensitive, vulnerable, unbearably ticklish little belly, up and down, over and over, on and on..."

The surge of radio static induced by this one sentence is so intense that it leaves Alastor's own voice virtually incomprehensible for several seconds. He tries to summon a shadow creature, a tentacle, anything, but he's so disoriented the shadows dissipate before they can be directed anywhere.

And that's finally what breaks his resistance. Being rendered helpless under Charlie's fingers is one thing, but being unable to use his powers at Vaggie's mercy is considerably more unnerving.

"OKAY, OKAHAY! I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Vaggie lifts her hands off him, though they remain hovering just a few inches over his torso.

It takes a solid minute for Alastor to catch his breath. "For heaven's sake, you could've just asked me..."

Vaggie scrunches her fingers in the air a couple times, causing the radio demon to fold up like a lawn chair.

"Ack! Nonono I'm kidding!! I'm kidding!" He fights back a fit of nervous giggles.

"Ten seconds to spit it out before I go borrow Nifty's feather duster."

Alastor rolls his eyes. "Oh please. You think you can threaten me with cleaning tools? Don't be ridiculous..."

"Five seconds." Vaggie turns to Charlie. "Hey babe, have you tried his ears?"

A little squeak of microphone feedback. "13th floor hall closet, second-to-top shelf, under a dead rat."

Charlie recoils. "Ew! Al!"

"Pardon, two dead rats." As Vaggie withdraws her hands Alastor sits up, brushes himself off, and reaches for his microphone. "Second one came along as I was arranging the first, and... offered to help."

Charlie just stares at him in horror as he stands and twirls his mic with his usual classy flair, the very picture of eccentric elegance - as if he hadn't just spent the last twenty minutes being reduced to a hysterical mess on the floor.

"Is there any point in warning you not to pull something like this again?" Vaggie mutters, more to herself than the demon.

"No. But you can if it makes you feel better." Alastor grins and offers a hand to Charlie as she gets to her feet. "That was a lovely chat, my dears. Next time I need a good laugh I'll be sure to commit another petty theft."

Charlie rolls her eyes as he turns on his heel and strolls off.

"And let me know if you need help finding the batteries for that speaker," he tosses over his shoulder.

"OH you little piece of-"

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This was such a fun fic to write! Hope you had fun reading it too.... let me know what you think!

💜 - Cozy

#lee!alastor #ticklish!alastor #ler!charlie #ler!vaggie #oh deer he's ticklish #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel alastor #ticklefics

[switchypanic]

'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Headcanons

Charlie Morningstar

→ Our charming demon belle is a total switch. She loves the playfulness of tickles and regularly attempts to initiate tickle fights with the others (at the moment, she has a shockingly high success rate). → Vaggie is her favorite target, of course! There have been many mornings where she has awoken her girlfriend with a barrage of soft, tickly kisses, and Vaggie can never bring herself to mind them. → She leans heavily on baby talk, so expect a few "coochie coochie coos" between gushes about how cute you look while laughing. → One of the only ones brave enough to try tickling Alastor. This earned her some huge bragging points with Angel Dust Even Husk had to admit she "had guts" when he found out about her attempts to reduce the feared Radio Demon to a giggling fit. → Her tickles tend to be quick and gentle, her fingers spidering from spot to spot before you even have the chance to grab at her hands, and if she ever decides to bring her tail into the mix, that's just one more thing you'll have to watch out for. → Speaking of her tail, it's one of her worst spots, so it's a good thing she usually keeps it hidden. Other sweet spots include her cheeks, sides and hooves. → While teasing can fluster her to some degree, she isn't embarrased about liking tickling, and will even outright ask for them if her lee mood is bad enough. → If you manage to get her laughing hard enough, she lets out these loud snorts, a trait that she inherited from her father. → Responds best to fast, light pressure. Sure, digging into her spots will get her laughing, but those reactions are nothing compared to the frantic squeals you'll get by spidering your fingers across the spade of her tail. → She is predominantly tickled by Vaggie, though as the other hotel patrons start to warm up to her, they start sneaking in a few tickles here and there as well.

Vaggie

→ Far from the most touchy feely member of the group, Vaggie is only okay with tickling Charlie at first. However, as she starts to warm up to and bond with the others, she slowly starts to become more playful with them as well. → The most skilled ler in terms of precision and technique. However, she still has some learning to do when it comes to teasing (she's kinda bad at it, though not for lack of trying). → Prior to meeting Charlie, Vaggie hadn't really encountered tickles before, as she didn't exactly have the best home life. However, her girlfriend is more than happy to help her make up for lost time and always makes an effort to include Vaggie in the group tickle wars. → When her wings grow back, she loves using them as tickle tools, though this is a technique she reserves for Charlie alone. Showing off one's wings can be a huge show of trust for an angel, and she just doesn't have that level of comfort with the others yet. → Angel Dust is her most prevalent lee after Charlie. The actor just goes out of his way to push her buttons, knowing good and well she's going to retaliate for it, and Vaggie is happy to oblige. → While not as ticklish as some of the other members of the hotel staff, she has a few sweet spots that are guaranteed to get her laughing, those being her armpits, wings, and feet. ONLY Charlie is allowed to touch her wings, though! → Whenever she's being too much of a stick in the mud, Angel will make sure she gets a few good tickles, usually aided by Charlie. While she might act annoyed by it, Vaggie doesn't really mind their affectionate concern. → The only one she actively tries to fight off as Alastor. No matter how much time they spend together, the angel cannot bring herself to trust him (not that I can blame her), and Alastor's teasing tends to be just a little too mean spirited for her to find comfort in. → Angel has made SO MANY JOKES about how "they should just tickle the other Exorcists into submission if they're half as sensitive as Vaggie" and it flusters her to no end. → She is more of a giggle than a cackler, having a higher pitched, sweet sounding laugh that Charlie likes to compare to the sound of a bell ringing.

Angel Dust

→ On the outside, Angel is shameless about his enjoyment of tickling, be it being on the giving or receiving end. However, once you start to break down his bravado, he's shockingly easy to fluster (when Husk found out just how SHY Angel gets about his lee moods, he had a field day with it). → THE KING OF TEASING, I SWEAR. It is one of the many talents he's developed over his time in the "film" industry and he loves to boast about it. → "Aaaw, what's the mattter? Does the wittle kitty have tickwish wittle wings? Can he not handle havin' his wittle feathers ruffled?" → Very big on consent for obvious reasons. If his lee really doesn't want it, he will stop tickling them immediately and profusely apologize. → All of his arms give him a major advantage in tickle fights, allowing him to hold his lee down with ease while the remaining limbs target multiple sweet spots at once. → Speaking of his extra arms, they are actually both a blessing and a curse, as his armpits are his absolute worst spot. As if having one set wasn't bad enough, the poor guy has MULTIPLE to worry about protecting during a tickle fight, a feat he rarely manages to accomplish. → He doesn't like having his feet touched. While they're pretty ticklish, they are a huge source of insecurity for him, so the others make sure to stay clear of them. → Prefers soft, gentle tickles to rougher ones. Sure, getting absolutely destroyed can be fun and all, but sometimes he just needs something sweet and playful to brighten his mood after a particularly hard day of filming. → Cherri Bomb was the one to reveal his sensitivity to the others, leading to the poor spider getting lovingly ganged up on and tickled to pieces (not that he minded, of course). → His laughter is wild and bouncy, ranging from frantic giggles to loud cackling depending on the spot, technique, and ler (responds the best to Cherri and Husk, though Alastor is a close third).

Husk

→ Husk prefers being the ler most of the time; it takes a lot for him to let go and allow somebody else to take control (thanks a lot, Alastor). However, as the bartender comes to trust the other hotel patrons more, he starts opening up to the idea of being on the recieving end more often. → Usually only pokes or prods at you in passing; very rarely full-on attacks. If you want to get totally wrecked, you're either gonna have to ask for it or annoy him enough to get him to snap (Angel Dust has become the master of this because there's NO WAY IN HELL he's gonna be able to ask for it). → Husk is a fan of more toned down teasing; he finds baby talk too silly and will actually end up flustering HIMSELF if he attempts it. Instead, he leans more towards little comments, deep chuckles and knowing smirks to get his lee all squirmy. → "Hm, this a good spot? No? Well, I guess you won't mind if I stay here then, will ya?" Cue panicked screeching for Angel. → THIS MAN IS CONFIRMED TO BE CANONICALLY TICKLISH! WE'VE GOT A LIVE ONE, YOU GUYS! → Alastor was the first to find out Husk's ticklish but (shockingly enough) kept it to himself. As such, it was a total shock to Angel when one misplaced scratch behind the ear nearly sent the cat demon into a fit of giggles. Needless to say, the actor had a field day and Husk was MORTIFIED. → Teasing gets to him so bad, you guys! Like, he isn't a fan of teasing that makes him feel weak or small, but if you start complimenting his laugh or cooing about how his tail is wagging, he might actually combust. → HE TOTALLY PURRS WHEN HE LAUGHS! SORRY, I DON'T MAKE THE RULES, PEOPLE!" → His kill spots are his ears, wings and paws (especially the little heart beans, he'll offer you anything you want to get you leave those alone). Under the chin is also a major giggle spot for him.

Alastor

→ Most people automatically assume Alastor isn't ticklish. I mean, come on, he's the RADIO DEMON! Plus, with how evil of a ler he is, the risks of trying just doesn't seem to outweigh the benefits. However, if you know the right spots and techniques, it is possible to take him down with you. → Behind Charlie, he starts most of the hotel's tickle fights, using his shadow to cause chaos and turn the other patrons against each other (he once had Husk CONVINCED that Angel was squeezing his sides whenever his back was turned). → He is shockingly gentle with Charlie and Nifty, using lighter touches and kinder teases with them than any of the other patrons. Angel claims this is "bullshit and totally unfair," though it's not like Alastor particularly cares about being fair. → If you provoke him enough, he might decide that a regular wrecking isn't enough and bring his powers into the mix, using his tentacles to hold you still as he slowly tickles you to pieces. → "There's that smile! You know, my dear, this look REALLY suits you! Perhaps I'll just have to tickle you more often! Would you enjoy that? Oh, no need to answer, I'm certain you would!" → If you want to get Alastor back, you're gonna have to catch him off guard and go for a kill spot right away to weaken him. The ears, ribs, or tail should do the trick! → Surprisingly enough, he won't usually fight back, so long as you're someone he has a level of trust with. If Charlie, Nifty, or Rosie go after him, for example, he will just collapse into a fit of barely muffled snickers and half-hearted protests. On the flip side, if Vaggie, Angel, Husk, or Pentious were to try it, he'd put up much more of a fight. → While I adore the headcanon that his radio effects and static get stronger the harder he laughs, I would like to propose the OPPOSITE. The more you get him laughing, the more the effects fade away, letting his true voice and laugh start to slip through. → His tail wags when he's tickled, which absolutely mortifies him, as it is a clear show of just how much he is actually enjoying himself. → Just a heads up, he isn't the biggest fan of being teased. Sure, nicer ones and compliments can get him flustered, but anything too mean spirited can sour his good mood in an instant.

Nifty

→ Canonically not ticklish; sorry fellas! This, mixed with her usual chaotic nature, makes her a force to be reconned with during tickle fights. → Even Alastor will stay clear of her, knowing he won't have the slightest hope in Hell of fighting back against the unhinged tickle monster. → Her tickles are fast and brutal, jumping from place to place at lightning speed, her fingers drilling into any sweet spots she finds mercilessly. The first time she found out about Angel's armpits, the poor guy was left WHEEZING before Vaggie and Charlie could pull her off of him. → She has absolutely attempted to use her feather duster to tickle people before, to varying degrees of success (it worked best on Charlie and Pentious because they're SUPER feather ticklish). → "Kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie kitchie! Oh my, you're AWFULLY ticklish! How do you get anything done when you're this sensitive?" → Tickle bites are this girl's signature move, though sometimes she can be a little bit rough (they had to bandage up poor Husk once when she bit down a little too hard). → Not much else to say about her, unfortunately! She's just a feral little goblin and I love her so much.

Sir Pentious

→ This man is such a lee, I swear. Like, he tries so hard to be a ler, but he ALWAYS ends up flustering himself in the end. You tried your best, Sir Pentious, but some folks just aren't meant to be tickle monsters. → He has tried to tickle the others on a few occasions, namely Charlie, though he worked up the nerve to try taking Alastor down once. However, his attempts always seem to end with him being reduced to a hissy, giggling puddle on the floor. → He does tickle his minions from time to time, when a ler mood strikes him. In a hotel filled with tickle monsters, it's just the safest option for him, and it's not like the eggs mind the affection. → This dork cannot tease to save his own life. He either messes up the delivery or ends up accidentally sending HIMSELF into a lee mood (sometimes both happen at the same time). → His tail is perfect for holding his lee still, though he has to be careful. If he does not make sure their arms are properly pinned down, it makes it VERY easy for his target to go after one of HIS sweet spots. → The tail is a death spot. Like, he absolutely loses it if you go after it, falling into waves of pleas and shrill cackles. His little hood is also really bad, flaring open and closed in an attempt to cope with ticklish scribbles or kisses. → "NOHOHO, SSSSTAHAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEHEHEASSSING!" Cue more panicked screeches. → Pentious hisses when he laughs, a fact that everyone finds extremely cute and loves to comment on, much to the inventor's dismay. → Once, he accidentally sassed Alastor while being wrecked. The instant he saw the other's smile tighten and antlers grow ever so slightly, he knew that he was royally screwed. → As stated in Charlie's section, he is super feather ticklish. Heaven help him (pun totally intended) if Lucifer ever finds out; he might just be tempted to give Charlie's first real guest a "proper angelic welcoming," as he likes to call it (it's really just a horrific wrecking with all six of his wings).

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In Your Hands

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

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

(Heartstopper; Nick/Charlie)

3525 words

"Char, you know I can't."

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

"Of course I do-"

"Then say it."

"-just not more than my dogs."

"Wrong answer."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was that?"

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

"Are you okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ten."

"Let me finish the question-"

"Without a doubt, ten."

"Alright, ten, noted."

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

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

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

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

"AH! Charlie!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, zip it."

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

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

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

"I didn't know you were religious."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shiht!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm."

"How do you feel about that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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