#brie:)

i could either go dirty or fluffy with this. also sorry this is so late.

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tom realized that you blushed a lot on your very first date

it was just one of those “huh they do that a lot. cute” things. and then he forgot about ut

but it only reoccurred to him about a month later

since then he’s loved making your cheeks bright

“good morning sweets”

said in a gruff morning voice as he wraps his arms around your waist

hands drifting under your shirt and dragging across the soft skin

sending shivers down your spine and heat to your cheeks

he’d definitely mostly use nicknames to make you blush

peaches, sweets, lovebug

definitely saving darling for that final push of making your cheeks red

also

faint touches all day long

gentle fingers along your skin

a hand on the small of your back to reach around you

fingers in your hair lulling you to sleep while the two of you cuddle

Harrison could see it coming even before you could. The inevitable burst of the past weeks stress coming out full force. Dinner at his parents certainly wasn’t going to help so pretty much as soon as he saw you walk through the door he sent a text to his mum asking for a rain check.

The smile he had on his face when you walked through the door quickly fell into one of sympathy when he saw how sunken in your eyes were and they way they seemed brimmed with tears. He couldn’t tell if the dark under your eyes was from mascara or exhaustion but likely a combination of both.

He took some quick steps towards you and opened his arms for you to fall into. Which you did, holding him tight to your body and gripping his shirt. He shushed you quietly while he rubbed your back gently, he wasn’t going to let go until this round of tears and sniffles had stopped. Once they had he carefully pulled away from you, keeping his hands on your waist in case he needed to pull you back in while yours moved from crumpling the back of his shirt to resting on his sides over his ribs, running your hands and feeling the small bumps and curves.

“Let’s get you changed and then we can lay down and watch something, yeah?” You nodded, lifting on hand to wipe your eyes, further smudging the black that was already under your eyes, whatever was on your lashes before is now either on your skin, harrison’s shirt, or the dozens of tissues you’d used to wipe your tears at work today. Harrison guides you with his left hand on your left hip, pulling you towards the bedroom slowly.

“Can we watch black panther?” Your voice was quiet and Harrison smiled at the innocent request.

“We can watch whatever you want, love”

Once you were changed into Harrison’s pants and his shirt, which he didn’t mind at all, the two of you wandered back to the living room where you got comfortable with a blanket on your lap, eyes and cheeks still red from crying, and scrolled through netflix until you found Black Panther. You hit play knowing Harrison wouldn’t mind missing the beginning if it, he’d seen it enough to know.

“Want to talk about everything?” Harrison asks as he sits down on the couch with a bowl of crisps. You take a second to shake your head and in that moment Harrison knows he shouldn’t have said anything because your eyes start to tear up again and he feels bad about sparking it up again. “Okay, c’mon, lie down” he says tapping his thigh for his head to go and as you readjust he leans over and grabs the tissue box from the coffee table, handing it to you and placing the bowl in your lap for when you’d like it. Harrison plays with your hair, petting it and twirling it around his fingers, braiding and unbraiding it, it has started to lull you to sleep.

Nothing else was said until later on in the film, when Killmonger is challenging T’Challa, when you pipe up, voice raw and weak and tired, “Thanks for being here for me, with me.”