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ambermation · 2 years

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Hii, hun!

Can you do one where the reader’s basically like Harry’s stepmom or smth like that and then Norman just watches the two of them bonding 🥺

Hi! this sounds so adorable :D I think maybe we could all use some stepmom content, don't you?

You’re my Son, Too (Platonic Harry Osborn x Stepmom!Reader)

A/n from the future: I'm so sorry this took so long! I've been stuck writing this for months because I couldn't get it the way I wanted it to be. I felt bad for how long it was taking, so I tried just writing it in a simple way. I hope you'll still like this!

My relationship to my stepson was… fairly neutral, to be honest. It’s not like I didn’t want to form a relationship with him, honestly, I do! It’s just a little weird between us. I’m nice to him and Harry is nice to me. But I could feel that he was mostly being coldly polite to me. Every time we talk he always gives vague, generic, or incredibly simplistic responses. And our conversations were always as short as they possibly could be.

But I want to change things. He’s a good son who wants his father to be happy, which I respect. We’re family. I’m hoping we can become closer than this business-like relationship we currently have. I’m not sure how to start. We might have the same interests? Though it was hard to tell if we did.

There had to be something I could try talking about with him. Maybe video games? I know that he and his friend Peter often play their games when they hang out. I like playing them too. I’m not sure what games they play however. We could be playing completely different games. For a while I debated whether or not I should just ask Harry what games he enjoys or if I should look in his room. I reach the conclusion that I should just ask him when I get the chance. Invading his personal space also wouldn’t really improve our relationship either. So that’s what I set out to do. Next time I see Harry I'll ask him.

That shouldn’t be too hard, now, right?

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It certainly was a hard thing to do. I barely saw Harry anyways, when I wasn’t trying to talk to him, since he was always either hanging out with friends, out at his classes, or just kind of avoiding staying at home for long. It certainly felt like he was doing that just to avoid me, but I knew it was him avoiding Norman and me. They don’t have the closest relationship either, though Norman is trying, especially with my encouragement. Their relationship is certainly better than ours, but that’s like saying that a pile of dirt is better than a pile of mud.

“It shouldn’t be that hard to talk to him. Just talk to him like I would with any of my friends,” I think to myself as I grab a cup of water. As I turn around I collide with something solid, spilling my water all over the place. I look up and see none other than Harry himself. He looks rather annoyed, but more so at the fact water was spilt all over his shirt rather than at me. Although I think he might be a bit annoyed with me as well.

“And there goes my new shirt.” He says, voice laced with disappointment as he inspects the material.

“I’m so sorry, Harry! I didn’t see you and I didn’t think you’d be home right now.” That was true. I thought he had class right now. “Well I’m here. Right now, with water all over me.” He’s about to push past me when I stop him, paper towels in hand.

“Can you really blame me for not knowing? You never really talk to me. I can’t really know your schedule if you don’t share it with me.” I say as I look for the nearest real towel to use. I needed to make this conversation become positive. Fast. Before he leaves. “I tell my father my schedule. Doesn’t he tell you?” He asks. He throws away the soaked paper towels. He turns and looks at me. His expression is still annoyed, yet there’s a mix of curiosity there. I shake my head.

“No, not really,” I lean against the counter, “He usually just tells me what the two of you do, and how he’s glad you seem to be doing well,”

Harry sighs. I guess he really thought his dad told me. I don’t think even Norman fully remembers Harry’s schedule. “Of course he didn’t. Go figure,” he huffs. He turns his attention to the fridge, looking inside to find something. Okay, gotta steer this conversation now.

“But I’d love to know your schedule, Harry. Just tell me what it is and I'll remember.” I’ll certainly do my best to remember it, at least. I’m inevitably gonna forget a few things. His eyes cast over to me briefly, considering my words, before looking back into the fridge. “I mean it. I can’t say that I’ll always remember your schedule exactly, but I’ll try to remember most of it, if you’ll share it with me.” I smile reassuringly at him. He finally grabs a soda from the fridge. He turns to me. For a moment he stares before returning my smile. A genuine smile. I notice that his shirt is still soaked from my water. “I’m really sorry about the water. I’ll be more careful next time.”

Harry dismisses that with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying attention either,” he gives me another smile. “I, uh, guess I’ll try telling you and dad what I’m up to, alright?” He starts heading toward the exit.

“Wait!” I say, reaching out. He stops and looks at me, an eyebrow raised. “I was thinking that we could try spending some time together, if you’re not busy?” He contemplates his answer for a moment.

“I mean, I’m not doing anything right now. I was just watching TV. You could join me if you want?”

“I was actually wondering if we could play some video games together.”

“Sure. I’ve got a few you might like.”

Happy I managed to get on better terms with Harry, I eagerly followed him to his room. We head inside the messy room. At least it was mostly clothes, papers, and books thrown about the place instead of trash. The mess bothers me a little, but I ignore it. It’s not a big deal anyways. I sit down on the bed as Harry sets up his Playstation 2.

“What game do you want to play?” He shows me the games he has. I haven’t played any of them, so I let Harry pick. “Whichever one you like the best, Harry.” He smiles before picking one of the games. “Have you ever played this one before?” I shake my head. I grab the other controller as Harry joins me on the bed. His grin turns mischievous.

“Oh no. I don’t like that look,” he laughs in response.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure. And I’m the Queen of England.”

—----

(Third Person POV)

A few hours later, after a long day at work, Norman returns home. He sighed; today was a stressful day. And tomorrow was sure to be just as, if not more, stressful. All he wanted to do was just take a nice hot bath, change into his silk robes, and collapse into bed, his wife in his arms.

He smiled as he thought of his wife. She always brightened his mood no matter how bad she was feeling. Norman walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse, wondering where Y/N could be. He walked by the study she likes to work in, but he saw there was nobody inside. He didn’t hear anything in the kitchen either. He figured he’d see his wife in their shared bedroom instead. As he walked down the hallway he heard excited yelling coming from his son’s room. Curious, Norman pushes the door open wider to find Y/N and Harry playing on the latter’s console.

The two kept shouting as they played, clearly trying to beat the other at whatever game they were playing. The sight made Norman smile. While his relationship with his son has been improving significantly, the relationship between Y/N and Harry seemed to be stuck at neutrality. This was a step in the right direction. The two most important people in Norman’s life bonding. He couldn’t help the elated grin across his countenance. It dropped for a moment when the two shouted once more.

“Yes!”

“No!”

Harry, in his victory, threw his hands up in the air. Meanwhile, Y/N crossed his arms and pouted for a moment before laughing. “You picked that game because you knew you’d win, didn’t you Harry?” She asks in a teasing voice. Harry laughs. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just really bad,” he turns to give her a smirk when he sees his father in the doorway. His eyes widened in surprise briefly before smiling.

“Hey, dad.” Y/N turns to face her husband. She gives a small wave. “How long were you standing there?” Harry asks.

Norman gives them a smile. “Enough to see your victory, Harry. Congrats!” Y/N shakes her head. “No I’m pretty sure he cheated, so technically I won,” she playfully nudges the college student.

“Is it really cheating if you’re playing against a bad player?”

“Aw c’mon, I wasn’t that bad!” She pouts once more.

Harry chuckles. “The score begs to differ,” he gestures to the TV. And sure enough, the trio could see that Player 1 was leagues ahead of Player 2. The completely different scores made Norman laugh. Blushing, Y/N grabbed Harry’s controller and handed it back to him.

“Then how about a rematch?”

“You’re on!”

Y/N turns to Norman as Harry sets the game up. “Honey, do you want to be the referee? You know, to make sure somebody,” she points at Harry, “doesn’t cheat?” Harry rolls his eyes at his stepmom, but the smile on his face gives away how he truly feels. Norman steps into the room and joins the two on his son’s bed.

“Of course, love.”

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devoutlywished · 2 years

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it’s just so tragic watching the raimi trilogy knowing what happens to harry. it’s like. here is this boy who is in so over his head, who has been thrust into this whirlwind of insane events and has no power to stop it, who is just watching as things unfold around him, and all he can do is just be shuffled between other characters: his best friend, his girlfriend, his father more than anyone. he’s just a bystander in his own life, in his own family, his own relationships. and then suddenly his father is gone, and what does he do now? how does he even exist without his father, because all he is is an extension of him? and then all this weight is placed on his shoulders to not only carry on his family legacy, but also to find out who killed his father, and he didn’t ask for any of it. he didn’t want to run oscorp and he didn’t want to kill his best friend. but he has to. because it was decided by someone else– someone else is always making the decisions of his life and he’s just going along with it. and we see it slowly destroy him, especially in sm2, we see him lose everything and fall down this spiral of self-destruction that just keeps pulling him deeper and deeper into the dark, as his whole life continues to crumble around him, and it just hurts to watch, knowing that if something had gone different– if everyone had told him the truth, if he wasn’t locked out of his own life– maybe he could’ve been saved. ultimately the truth of harry osborn’s story is that he was in danger, he was ALWAYS in danger, and no one helped. peter heard him talk about norman’s mistreatment and responded with “he doesn’t seem so bad”. bernard worked in the osborn’s home for years and knew what was happening, knew the truth, and not only did he do nothing to help, he just lied to harry’s face for YEARS. he knew the truth, that norman accidentally killed himself, and he watched harry obsess over who killed his father, watched him descend into hatred and despair, and did nothing, because apparently no one thought that harry deserved to know the truth about his own life. he was failed by his father, by his friends, by all the people around him, because he just wasn’t important enough. he was always the second choice, the less-than, the not-as-good-as. he wasn’t the hero or even the main villain. he was just a side character, both in the narrative and in his life. but there are hints of a real person in there sometimes. hints that at some point he wasn’t a creature built up entirely with parts of his dead father. he liked to paint, he wrote a play in middle school to impress mj (which she apparently found very deep and dramatic), he liked to play basketball even though he was bad at it, he didn’t like spiders (but was willing to pretend he did to earn mj’s approval). and ultimately i think that line about spiders changing their colors to blend in with their surroundings as a defense mechanism really summarizes harry. he is only what other people want him to be, and he changes depending on who he’s with. he changes himself to earn their approval. he immediately drops his conviction that spiders are gross the second mj says she loves them, and then he pulls out that line, which wasn’t even his to begin with. he’s just repeating what peter said because he has nothing else to say, because even at the beginning of the first film, he doesn’t have a voice. he never did.

#having a normal one today #harry osborn #raimiverse #spider-man #sam raimi spider man #spider man trilogy #*

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