for we are the grassroots resistance

Pairing: Harry Osborn x reader

Prompt: “Sometimes I think we should make out – ya know, as friends.”  [x] [x]

A/N: I actually wrote two completely different versions of this fic, and I chose this one in the end. You’ll probably see the second version crop up in a different Harry at some point as according to buckyaesthetic it was still good. Also shout out to her for being a darling honeybee and beta-ing this for me! ♥

You’re pressed flush against Harry’s side in the cramped booth at the bar, grinning widely at Gwen and Peter who are sat across from you.

Gwen has just finished regaling you all with her story about her issues with the computer systems at work, pointing an accusing finger at Harry who holds his hands up in surrender with a laugh.

“Hey, don’t ask me, I just run the place.”

"You don't have to tell me anything. You just have to relax."

"Shh. It's okay. I won't let go of you."

"Have you been crying? What's wrong?"

"Just listen to my voice. Breathe."

"Do you want some tea? Would that help?"

"You can tell me what's wrong. I won't judge you."

"Don't let go of my hand. I'll keep you safe."

"Are you crying? Come here. Let me hug you."

"You're going to be fine, I promise."

"Here, you can snuggle under my blanket. I'll protect you."

"We can stay here until you feel better. I don't mind."

"Just take a breath. Tell me what happened."

"They won't be able to reach you here, I swear."

"No, no, no don't cry! It'll be okay!"

"I brought you a (drink). Are you feeling better?"

"I brought you a cookie. Now, I demand the payment of one smile."

"There's nothing here. You're safe."

andrew garfield:

andrew garfield, knowing stan lee’s no longer here to fuck shit up: 

2 successful voice actors/online personalities, one who ran a show all on his own, a host of a successful online fighting series, a man who helps run multiple charity events raising over a million dollars, and a man that owns multiple high speed camera and runs a hugely successful slow motion show