cup !!

I need a lee in my arms right now

Just offering themselves to me so I can tickle them senseless until their head is all fuzzy and they can't say anything but incoherent words

You just poke someone on their body and they laugh. Like???? You just scratch a little bi, or wiggle ur fingers in there, and they laugh like.

And it's a very specific motion too. I realized this when my friends said they didn't know how to tkl when I asked them to (????? Like what). Its not just a scritch scratch exactly. Its a wiggle, pinch, tase, IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT.

But there's a certain movement, and it elicits a certain response. And it's typically laughter. Like????? Humans are so cute??????? Wth.

And then this is how we bond with eah other. Through touch and laughter. Like. Huh.

Another ler post (soft ler mood)

I want to lie on a bed, slowly falling asleep and reaching my arms out towards a lee, whining about how their giggles would help me fall asleep

They'd be hesitant at first until they eventually slip into my arms, smiling / giggling nervously, wrapping my arms around their waist as I gently trace shapes against their sides and lower ribs, cooing at their reactions quietly and gently as they bury their face into my chest / shoulder

I would then reach down, skittering gently at their thighs and under their knees (the fact this is targeted towards someone is hilarious, I'm giggling and smiling as I type this), listening to their giggles raise an octave, listening to their snorts and hiccups into my shoulder, smiling down at them as I'm drifting off to sleep

Eventually falling asleep with them in my arms, listening to their residue giggles as I'm slowly falling asleep

And when I wake up in the morning, that same person is hugging my waist, face buried into my neck, fast asleep (platonically)

i have really bad rejection sensitivity so this kinda stuff hits but just. a ler who can sense when you're spiraling. when you're starting to feel afraid of things you know won't really happen. anxious, abandoned, left out, whatever- but having all of that immediately shut down with a couple scribbles to... well, anywhere. your insecurity met with a soothing smile... but some strangely glinting eyes to match...

or maybe you tell them yourself. it's hard being vulnerable or asking for reassurance but you do it anyway- begrudgingly, and the discomfort and dread that swirls around in your chest during and after you do so feels like it's about to kill you. until that heavy ache is replaced with frantic butterflies, at least, because suddenly you're having your sides squeezed and a hand scribbling across your belly.

tickled so much that you can't overthink anymore, because you can't think at all, not about anything beyond how badly the fingers wiggling around in the crook of your neck tickle, or how much you want to squirm when they scribble their fingers in your underarms, or when they somehow reassure and tease you in the same sentence so they comfort and fluster you simultaneously-