jshfnvkfjdhsh tickles as a method of cancelling out overthinking
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-
when there's no need to worry about anything, and they make sure you can't. they're here to tickle it all out of you.
