Headcanons or fic with Norman Osborn on Christmas party with reader? A lot of fluff maybe 👉👈
A/N: I'm usually a first come first serve kind of gal, but it's Christmas tomorrow, and it would feel weird to me to post something like this after Christmas lol Great idea btw anon, I really loved writing this <3
Warnings: Lots of fluff lol Also this is a Fem! reader, but I can easily make this a male! reader. Y'all can ask me to post the other version (:
-” Mom, can we leave soon? Ashley keeps telling me we’re going to get married when we’re 18.” Harry Osborn pleaded while pulling at your dress. The poor seven-year-old was getting harrassed again by one of your husband’s business partners' daughters. Smiling in a charming manner at the guests you were speaking to, you motioned to your son. Nodding in understanding the guests closed the circle while you walked away from the group with him, holding his hand.
-” I’m sorry, Harry, can you hold on for a little longer? You know daddy has some important guests tonight he needs to kiss up to.” You patted the top of his head while kneeling down, carefully letting your long red gown drape around your knees. -” If you want, you can spend the rest of your time with mommy, talking to boring old people who smell funny.” You tease while nuzzling your nose against his with a grin. Giggling he shook his head and reluctantly began to head off again towards the group of kids his age.
Sighing, you stood up and patted down your festive red dress while looking around the room for your husband. You were tired as well, but you wanted to support your husband Norman the best you could. This was his dream, to have a successful company where he could experiment to his heart's content. You could endure for him.
Noticing you were staring, Norman smiled at you and motioned for you to join him. His eyes darted back and forth from the group of people to you while you walked over. Kindly, he placed his hand on your back and patted it understandingly once you stood by his side; he could tell you were starting to tire of rich people's frivolities this Christmas Eve.
-” Ah, Mrs. Osborn, I was just telling your husband that I had no idea where he found such a wonderful wife like you. My wife refuses to take part in these parties and always fusses when I’m home late.” One of the men commented when you joined.
Smiling lovingly, you look at your husband and take his arm into yours. -” Well, he’s just worth it.”
He squeezes your arm closer to his body while dreamingly looking into your eyes.
-” You’re right. I don’t deserve her. I honestly thought I’d be single most of my life.”
-” You do really love your work, women didn't exist in your world.” You joked back.
-” But you brought me back to reality.” He loving cooed.
Laughing, the group began to excuse themselves, thinking that you two perhaps would better enjoy the party in each other’s company. Sighing with relief, you look at your husband with half of a smile and motion towards Harry who was currently swatting Ashley’s eager hugs. Laughing, Norman pats the hand that dangles from his arm and whispers.
-” In a minute. Do you think you could spar a dance or two for me?”
-” Only because I like to dance, Norman.” You tease back while the two walk to the dance floor.
As you walk, a nice waltz begins to play from the band. Once there, you both automatically place your hands where they should be and begin swaying lightly around. After a couple of sways, he twirls you around and when you come back he holds you closer, his left hand pulling you closer at the base of your back. Your right hand is then pulled up to his face and he places a soft peck on the back of your hand. Melting into his touch, your face flushes a little. Though you’ve been married for years, he could still make your heart flutter like no other.
Smiling lovingly, you bat your lashes at him before placing your head at the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply. He leans his head against yours while you continue to sway.
-” Norman.” You call.
-” Yes, y/n?”
-” I love you.”
Chuckling softly he responds. -” I love you too.” His right thumb caressing your right hand while it is tightly held.
And with that, the song ends and you hear your son yell at Ashley to keep her cooties to herself. Breathing deeply, both of you chuckle and leave the soft dancing embrace you were enjoying to aid Harry.
-” Let’s go home, son. Please say goodbye to your friends and thank them for keeping you company.” Norman sternly tells his son.
-” Yes, dad.” He pouts and does as directed.
-” Norman.” You call with an eyebrow raised. -” It’s Christmas Eve, you could be a little more lenient.”
Chuckling he nods his head defeated. -” Yes, dear. I’m sorry.”
After saying his goodbyes, seven-year-old Harry jumps into your arms while the three of you leave the warmth of the party into the cold night.
-” Look at the stars, momma! They’re so bright.” He happily exclaims.
Ruffling his head, Norman tells him it’s a good sign that Christmas day is going to be great.
-” Having you two is what will make it great.” You whisper fondly while looking at your two favorite Osborns.