#i'll be writing another .5 kinda thing of y/n visiting her dad

[wroteasongabouther]

fratboy!harry - part 16

LONGEST PART IN FRATBOY SO FAR WOW!!! a lot happens too.. so this part sorta moves along through the months of november and december for our lovely couple.. and it’s full of some ups and down and some smut of course what else is new lol.. hope you all enjoy, give me some feedback! (spoiler alert: rocky roads and drama ahead)

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With November coming to an end, the weather here in Arizona felt that way too. You hug your oversized sweater to your chest while jogging towards Harry’s house after stepping out of the Uber you had caught here. Tonight was Friendsgiving here at the frat house and couldn’t wait for all the damn good food. Harry had Snapped you videos of Brandon and the other boys switching in to help prepare for tonight.

As you push open the front door, you can hear the rowdy boys seated in the living area. Then you see Kate step in the doorway from the kitchen. She’s got oven mitts on and a grin upon her face at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you say while slipping out of your boots and walking towards her. The two of you hug quick before you follow her further into the kitchen. “How’s the cooking going? It smells amazing in here,” you smile.

“It’s good, god bless this double oven though cause I’ve been baking these pies to be ready for desert and couldn’t wait for that bird to be done,” she explains while pulling out a perfectly brown pie from the top oven.

“Wow, that looks great,”

“Thanks, it’s my grams recipe,” she smiles while setting it onto the counter beside a few others.

“Is Liv coming over tonight still?” You ask while walking over to open the fridge. It’s stocked full, but you only care for a bottled water.

“She’s still pretty sick,” Kate frowns, “I’ve been staying here the past two nights since she’s coughing all night,”

“Oh gross,” you scrunch up your nose.

“Where have you been lately? Haven’t seen you around here,”

“Swamped with midterms and loving the calm of my dorm room,” you say. Kate gives you a ‘fair enough’ shrug before focusing back on her tasks at hand here in the kitchen.

You can hear the boys again, shouting over something. It must be that new video game they’ve been obsessed with. Since you’ve been hiding away in your dorm lately, Harry was fine with it cause it meant he got to game away with his frat brothers without you bothering him. Although you missed sleeping in his bed. His mattress was much more comfortable and you had gotten used to sleeping in it - and you suppose his company every night wasn’t terrible either.

“Is Harry drinking?” You ask Kate.

“They all are,” she rolls her eyes.

You nod and reach into the fridge again to grab your boyfriend a new beer. As you walk through the casual dining room and into the back way of the living room, you see the room is full with each boy who lived here. Even including the one Freshman who you’ve only met once before. His name was Jordan, he was some needy cute little guy who played kicker or something with Eddy. He didn’t drink or anything so he usual stuck in the dark corners during parties. Your first encounter with him was one morning, you had left Harry asleep in bed and was getting an early start before classes. Jordan’s head was stuck in the fridge and he only wear a pair of boxers, it was rather embarrassing.

“Hey baby,” you say while rounding the couch and sitting in Harry’s lap. He didn’t miss a beat, moving his legs closer together and wrapping an arm around your back before grabbing ahold of his controller again.

“Hey,” Harry smiles but his eyes are still on the tv.

You lean into him, cheek pressed against his dark green beanie that was taming his wild mess of hair, and watched him play. Only a minute passed before he dies and tosses the controller into Jordan’s lap, you barely have time to whine as Jordan breathes in sharp and covers his junk from the impact. Harry’s busying you by turning towards you and capturing your lips with his.

“Grabbed you another beer,” you mumble against his lips after the kiss is over. Harry leans back, his brows pulled together while you lift up the bottle of beer for him.

“You’re the best,” he says and takes it from you.

Another while passes by, Harry hand is grasping your grey legging clad thigh while you’re pressed back against his chest and your fingers are playing with the ends of his hair as your arm is wrapped around his shoulders. You’re both watching Jordan beat everyone in this game, you’ve learnt to find watching the boys game to be entertaining by now. Harry let’s out a barking laughter as Jordan kills Eddy and he curses loudly. You chuckle as well, boys and their toys hey?

You gaze towards the large threshold to the foyer as you hear the front door open and close again. You barely catch Jess before she’s rushing into the kitchen. “Sorry I’m late!” She calls out to everyone. The guys let out a joking response and you decide it’s time to get off Harry’s lap and help now.

The three of you girls finish up preparing dinner, Brandon comes in to carve the turkey and then it’s all ready. You raise your voice and shout for everyone that food’s ready. In come the guys, faster than you’ve ever seen them move collectively as a group before. Eddy reaches over you to grab some turkey as you scoop out yams and marshmallows onto your plate.

“Sorry, missy,” he says when you protest his impatience.

You roll your eyes and then get yourself some slices of turkey. Harry tells everyone to sit in the proper dining room, then once everyone seated he gives a short speech. You gaze up at him with a smile as he stands at the head of the table with his beer in the air. Everyone cheers and then it’s finally time to devour the delicious food. It’s not till after clean up and you’re laying in bed with Harry, tummy full of food, that you feel a bit sad.

“This is my first thanksgiving that I won’t be with my family,” you state.

Harry’s laying on his back, eyes closed, as you’re curled up towards him but not on him surprisingly. You watch his chest rise and fall. Had he already fallen asleep? Wouldn’t be the first time you ended up talking to yourself.

“Could come with me,” Harry suggests.

“Yeah, you’re crazy,” you snort. Harry cracks an eye open as you let out a yawn.

“Wouldn’t have to pay a dime,” he shrugs. You shake your head and roll onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. If he really thought you were going to jump on a plane with him and go to England for the Thanksgiving break and let him pay for everything than he was for sure nuts.

“You aren’t even celebrating Thanksgiving,” you state.

Harry doesn’t reply right away. You figure there’s a lot going on in his head. There sure as hell was a lot in yours. He couldn’t seriously mean it when inviting you to come meet his family, could he?

“Fine,” he says and then yawns. You’re eyes are shut as you feel him sling an arm across your stomach and his head rests on your shoulder. “‘M gunna miss yeh while I’m gone,” he admits in a soft voice.

“I’ll miss you too,” you sigh before letting the silence take over the dark room and that food coma hits.

You’ve been sitting in the bleachers for maybe five minutes, just a tad earlier than when Harry said to meet up with him, and enjoying the view while watching him run laps around the track. He’s got on some plain black Nike shorts, white runners, and a grey hoodie that’s got sweat marks down the back and under his arms. Somehow, even though it’s truly disgusting, you’re turned on.

Harry suddenly is sprinting down the last stretch before he comes to a stop and bends at his knees while placing his hands on his knees and takes deep breathes. As he leans back up, hands on his hips now, he glances towards the bleaches and finds you. A smile curls upon your lips and he pushes off his hood and his long hair is pulled up into a small pony. It’s adorable and you wonder if he had stole one of your hair bands.

“Why are you still training so hard? Your season is over,” you say as he slowly makes his way up the metal bleachers and pulls out his Apple pod headphone things - you hated the idea of those things, mostly cause you’d lose them in seconds.

“Thanks for the reminder, babe,” he huffs while leaning to grab ahold of the water bottle you had brought for him.

“Sorry,” you say with a smile in hopes he forgives you. Harry rolls his eyes and then chugs more of the water.

“You should come for a run sometime,” he suggests.

“Yeah, I’ll pass,” you chuckle while standing up.

“Come on,” Harry pesters you while you get closer, his hands land on your hips, “just one hike,” he adds.

“Hike?” you snort, “you’re crazy, H,”

“Have you not hiked up the mountains here?” He asks and you shake your head while fixing the strap of your bralette that you wore under a white tshirt paired with light blue jeans and a flannel - which was actually yours and not Harry’s - tied around your waist.

“I barely make it across campus to my second lecture without getting winded,” you say dramatically.

“So no hike?”

You don’t reply right away as you see the pout on Harry’s face. Stupid bastard, playing wth your heart like a damn toy. You roll your eyes and step out of his grasp, leading the way down the bleachers.

“Fine,” you say over your shoulder, “one hike, an easy one,”

You regretted every word the next day when Harry woke you up before the damn sun was up and had you panting for air while only ten minutes into this so called easy hike. Stopping for yet another time, you chug more water and wipe your brow. Harry turns back around upon realizing you weren’t walking behind him any longer.

“This is torture,” you gasp while tightening the lid of your water bottle. Harry chuckles while you start walking up the hill again.

“It’ll be worth it, little bird, just wait,” he states and then is leading the way again.

The craziest thing was that it wasn’t just you two hiking this thing so early on a Friday morning. Other students ran passed you, making it seem easy - thing was that they, and Harry, are in good shape. Unlike you, who liked to engulf four tacos for dinner and then eat a bag of M&Ms before bed while not doing any sort of physical activity in between. You sigh and focus back on the dirt beneath your runners, at least you got to break out the Nike runners you had bought last year and never worn.

“Almost at the top,” Harry mentions as you try to steady your breath. About five minutes ago he picked up the pace and you honestly could’ve been left in the dust but then you caught sight of some blonde bimbo with a literal face of makeup look back at Harry as she passed by.

“This is it, I’ve hiked the damn hill and now I’ll die here,” you sigh dramatically while shutting your eyes and stopping as you reached the top.

“Oh shut it,” Harry chuckles, “that was nothing,” he adds.

“No need to rub it in, H,” you mumble before opening your eyes and taking in the view. It was gorgeous. Tempe was generally a flat area, so you could see tons of land. Mostly the campus that was just below you. As the sun had now risen and normal people were starting their days, you enjoyed the quiet peaceful moment here at the top of this mountain.

“Don’t know if I’d say this was worth it,” you pause and step up towards Harry, he slides an arm around you and you lean into him, “but it’s nice,” you smile.

“It is isn’t it?” He breathes out.

You glance up and gaze into his eyes, he’s not taking in the view at all. You can’t help but roll your eyes at how cheesy he was. Then you perch up on your toes in order to press your lips to his. The kiss is short and sweet, but it still had your stomach in a case of flutters.

“Since you did this hike for me, I’ll pay for lunch,” he says, you hum out in agreement as you day dream about how nice a burger and fries are gunna taste - night as well get a milkshake too, since you did all this exercise it was only right.

“Oh God,” you moan while your head rolls back into the fluffy pillow. Harry smirks against the material of your underwear. He had decided to take a different approach today, going as slow as syrup as he teased you. But it was working for you, you were more turned on right now with him simply breathing against the wetness of your underwear. 

“Relax, babygirl,” Harry coos as both his hands grasp around your thighs and spreads apart your legs. 

You inhale deeply, in hopes to do just as he says, but the moment he starts to take off your panties you tense up again. Harry lets out a low chuckle and hooks his arms around your legs, getting better access to the bareness of your womanhood all out in it’s glory for him. It was mid day, the blinds were opened, the fact you were fooling around in the daylight made your stomach twist - in a good way. 

“Fuck,” you hiss as Harry leans down and separates your folds with his tongue, swiping up over the bud of your clit.  

There’s not much leading up to it before he’s lapping quickly at your sensitive clit and diving his tongue into your entrance a few times too. You’re moaning, gasping, biting on your bottom lip to keep from screaming, all while gripping onto Harry’s hair tightly. Your body moves frantically as he lifts up his mouth, aching to feel the warmth of his tongue against your heat again, then he pushes a finger into you before returning his lips to your clit. 

Harry moves his other hand to grip your hip, holding you down as he mumbles praises of your body while you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm. He sucks on your clit at the same time as he curls his finger inside of you and you’re done for - your entire body convulsing as your release ripples through your body. 

You’re surprised as Harry keeps going through your orgasm, he removes his finger slowly, licks over your entrance as it’s dripping wet before your body finally quits sporadically moving beneath him. Your eyes flutter open once again, tired from one of the best orgasms of your life, and you meet Harry’s gaze. 

He shows your a lazy smile before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he props himself up with both his elbows dipping into the mattress between your legs. It’s be far, one of the hottest things you have ever seen with your own two eyes. 

“Okay, yeah,” you sigh and lean back into the pillow once more to stare up at the ceiling, “feel free to do that any time again,” you add. 

Harry chuckles and you feel him move off the bed now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirks. 

“M’gunna shower now,” you mention while slowly - very slowly - getting up form the bed. 

“Should I join you?” Harry asks as you walk into the bathroom where he’s at the sink wiping his face with a wash cloth. 

“Not unless you want to carry me around for the next day from these damn orgasms you’re giving me,” you say. Harry lets out a laugh as you reach other and turn on the shower. 

“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch,” 

“Oh shut it,” you roll your eyes and pull off your top before stepping into the streaming water. Harry laughs again, the sound bringing butterflies to your stomach, before walks back into his bedroom. He’s nice enough to push the door closed, leaving it open just a crack, in order to give you some privacy. Through these first couple months of dating, it’s rare the two of you don’t see each other daily. So even little moments like showering alone or studying alone in your dorm is a nice little break away. But of course, after you’re done washing yourself - you already miss him. 

With you feeling all clean and fresh, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a black tank top you brought along with you, you walk into the bedroom and fling yourself onto the bed beside Harry. He’s got his phone resting on his chest as he checks out something on Instagram. Peering over, you see it’s your most recent post. 

“Like it,” you mumble softly while resting on his chest. 

“Maybe I don’t like it,” he teases. 

“You’re literally in the picture, and you’re full of yourself. So how could you not like it?” You joke. Harry chuckles before double tapping on the photo. 

It’s from your hike, you had gotten that one girl who had the nerve to check Harry out to take a photo of you two. Arms around each other, your tongue sticking out while Harry gave the camera a smug look. It was cute, a good second photo of you two on your Instagram. The first was from Halloween, one that Kate had snapped when you weren’t looking - gazing into each others eyes while his arm is wound around your body. Overall, none of your captions or anything were to crazy lovey dovey but you thought they were nice enough to show off your relationship. 

“You should just call in tonight,” Harry mumbles as you two silently lay in his bed. 

“I can’t just call in,” you sigh. 

“Why not?” 

He’s not being rude, or picking at you, but it still bothers you. You sit up and look down at him as he stares back at you, eyebrows pulled together in confusion - probably from the annoyed look on your face. 

“Because, Harry, some of us actually need a job and work to earn our money,” you bellow while getting off the bed now. Harry sits up with your departure from the bed. 

“What the fuck is with the attitude?” Harry snaps back at you, his voice is laced with annoyance and anger now. 

“I literally have like five dollars to my name, and I’m seriously tired of you paying for every fucking thing for me,” you argue back. Harry rolls his eyes, you can visible see him fuming from where he’s sitting on the bed. 

“You’re my girlfriend,” he states, “I like paying for you,” he objects while narrowing his eyes at you. You match his look, crossing your arms at your chest too. 

“Well, I’m fucking tired of it. So on that note, I’m going to actually go work for my money now, goodbye,” you say, turning to grab your purse off the floor and then walking towards his bedroom door. You didn’t care to look back at him or wait for a response, you were so angry at him right now you honestly could care less if he wanted to continue this argument or not. 

“Whatever,” Harry mutters harshly as you open his door and walk out - slamming it behind you, by accident though. 

Jess is walking into the foyer from the living room as you make your way through the house. She gives you a small smile, obviously taking in the pissed off face you had going on. And there was no doubt that she hard Harry’s door slam shut behind you too. 

“Do you need a ride to work?” She asks, in which you quickly nod and the two of you slip on your shoes before walking out the front door without a word to anyone else around. 

“He’s just such a dick sometimes,” you grumble in the front seat as she drive towards the diner. 

“He is,” Jess agrees as she nods her head but keeps her eyes on the road, “but so is every other guy around here,”

“Thomas isn’t,” you say it before you can even think it through. Jess doesn’t respond immediately, giving you time to realize what you had said. You didn’t like Thomas like that. Maybe you should have? As you’re deep in thought, your stomach twists up in knots. You liked Harry too much to even think of anyone else even in the slightest of ways. 

“You two will work it out,” Jess smiles, “always do,” 

You nod and look out the window as she stops at the red light just a few blocks from the diner. You hoped that this shift went by quick and easy, you didn’t need more shit to ruin your day like your fight with Harry had. After thanking Jess, you get out of her car and walk up to the diner. You can’t help but let out a small sigh as you see Kennedy by the till with a smile on her face as she helps a customer - she’d make this shift easier that’s for sure. 

Kennedy does just as you assumed, and more by surprising you too. Your eyes widen at her statement. She bites on her bottom lip nervously while waiting for your response. 

“You and Thomas?” you question. 

“Yeah,” she nods quickly and focuses on the sugar packages in front of her, “we sort of just hit it off, I don’t know, it’s weird isn’t it? If it’s weird for you then I can like cut it off-”

“Kennedy no, God, don’t stop things because of me,” you chuckle, “Thomas is a really great guy,” you state and smile at her. 

“Yeah he really is,” she agrees and you can see it all over her face. 

There’s a moment where you feel a pang of jealousy. You imagine how many times that Thomas had felt this over the past year and a half of being your friend. But you can’t do that to him, second guess your decision of not giving him a chance just because he’s found someone else now - that was selfish and rude and so not you. 

“Have you guys gone on a date yet?” you question, sincerely curious now. 

“Kinda, we’ve hung out here after I finish a shift. And he’ll pay for whatever we eat,” she shrugs. 

“Take him to the movies, that new Marvel movie is out and he’s obsessed with every Marvel movie under the sun,” you exclaim with the same smile stuck on your lips. 

Kennedy’s lips curl upwards into a smile too, “yeah, okay, I can mention that,” she nods. 

“Good,” you say before looking up to check on your few tables you had currently. “Oh by the way, I can cover your shift next Thursday before I fly back home,” you mention. 

“Awesome, thanks again,” Kennedy says. 

“No problem,” you walk around the counter, “I need the money anyways,” you add before walking off to give the best customer service possible - in hopes the two families at your tables and the younger group tips you well at the end of their meal. 

Your tips most definitely were a nice bonus tonight. Now you could stop by the store tomorrow and grab enough food to last till a week from now when you fly up to Seattle to be home for Christmas. You were going home from a week, as most of the students at ASU were during the break you all have, and couldn’t wait to leave honestly. You missed being home, and Bailey mostly. 

“See you later,” you call out to Kennedy as she walks the opposite way as you do. The sky is black, stars scatters across the clear sky with just a few sparse clouds floating around. Once you tear your eyes off the night sky, you look in front of you to see Harry leaning against the side of his car just a few feet away. 

Your chest aches at the sight of him standing there, he had thrown on a sweater since earlier today. Leaving his house how you did, fighting and arguing, wasn’t something you entirely enjoyed. In fact you thought about it pretty much your entire shift at the diner. You sigh, cross your arms at your chest and stop directly in front of him. 

“M’sorry,” Harry says softly. 

“No, I was being stupid,” you shake your head and look at the pavement beneath your feet. 

“It’s not stupid to want to earn some money, I was just being selfish and insensitive,” Harry says, you glance back up to catch him licking his lips slowly while his eyes find yours. “I understand not everyone can have the sort of access I do to money, so when I get to spend it on someone else besides myself, I like that feeling,” he explains. 

“Well, thank you, for the record,” you smile. 

Harry’s lips tug into a smile at the sight of yours. “You’re welcome,” he says. 

“And I’m sorry for causing a fight, it really was stupid of me,” 

Harry shrugs a shoulder, “we’re bad at this, remember?” 

You chuckle and step forward as his arms open up for you to step into them. He brings you close into his body as he hugs you. Inhaling deeply, you melt into his body and breathe in his cologne. Even the little things like how he smelt made you like him even more. Hell, maybe you even loved him now. Did you love him? You furrow your brows and lean back to meet his eyes. 

“What is it, little bird?” Harry asks. 

“Nothing,” you reply. He doesn’t pry at you, instead he nods and leans forward to capture your lips with his. And with the feeling of his kiss, you come to the obvious realization - you were so in love with him.

“Sissy!” Bailey nearly screeches out your nickname as she runs full sprint into the foyer. You chuckle and drop your bags to bend down and catch her small body with yours. You feel as though your heart is about to burst with your baby sister finally back in your arms - these past four months away from her had been the longest and hardest ever. 

“Hey, Bails, I missed you,” you say while squeezing her. She giggles as her cheek squishes against yours. 

Upon arriving back in Seattle, you’ve been dying to get back to your childhood home. Your mom was busy with work so your step dad ended up picking you up, between the two of you there was maybe twenty words max spoken from the airport to now. It’s not that you two didn’t get along, there was just always a mutual feeling of not needing the absolute best father-daughter relationship ever. 

“I’ll bring your bags up to your room,” your step dad, Julian, says before grabbing ahold of your suitcase and carry on and disappearing upstairs. 

“Is mommy home?” 

“Yeah, she got me from daycare,” Bailey states matter of factly. 

“Daycare, huh? Did you have fun?” You ask while bringing up her into your arm while standing, you groan dramatically as you get up, “you’re getting too big,” you say jokingly.

“I’m five now!” Bailey grins.

“I know, it’s crazy, you’re growing up too quickly baby Bails,” you smile and she giggles as you two enter the kitchen. “There you are,” you say while seeing your mom at the stovetop moving around ground beef in a pan.

“Hey, sweetie,” she gives you a warm smile, “sorry I couldn’t pick you up, I got of work the moment you landed,”

“It’s alright,” you say and hug her with one arm. “Smells good,” you mention, peering into the pan to see she’s cooking up some taco meat. 

“Making your favourite,” she states with a grin. 

Your smile falls but just as quickly you force the corners of your lips up again. Bailey fusses, seeing Buddy - the fluffy family cat - entering the house from her little door so you put her down now. Tacos weren’t your favourite. They are your brothers favourite, or they were. You swallow hard and move to the fridge to grab the lettuce and tomato from the fridge to help out. It was typical for mothers to mix up their kids things like their favourite dinner, but it only made your chest ache now. You couldn’t correct your mom, it’d hurt her and put dinner to a stand still. Luke was gone, so now tacos were your favourite meal you suppose. 

Everything feels as normal as they can be. There’s always a bit of an off feeling around the house since your brother passed away, but you all try to smile and laugh and have a good evening. It’s not till after watching a Disney movie in the living room, Bailey curled up beside you and Buddy in your lap, that you go upstairs. You’re helping put Bailey to bed, and the moment you get to the top of the stairs you can’t help but turn your head to the right and look at the closed door of Luke’s room. 

“Come on, sissy, I want you to read me Winnie the Pooh,” Bailey says while running into her room that’s directly across from the top of the staircase. 

Bailey’s room is what yours just down the hall looked like ten years ago. She got the light pink canopy bed that was once yours, and your light pink crafting desk that still has a ‘LUCAS ROCKS’ carved on the left side of it. The thought distracts you for only a second before Bailey is pulling you to her bed where she jumps in and gets under the covers before sucking back on the straw of her cup.

“Goodnight, baby Bails,” you mumble while turning off her light and closing her door. 

“Thanks for putting her to sleep,” Julian’s voice scares you at his sudden appearance in the quiet of the house. “Sorry,” he adds. 

“No, it’s fine, to both,” you smile. 

“Your mom fell asleep already,” he notes, “we both work tomorrow morning, last day before Christmas break, are you going to be around to watch Bailey?” 

“Actually, I had planned to go see my dad,” you say. 

“Alright,” Julian nods, “I’ll just drop her off at the daycare, if you don’t mind picking her up afterwards,” 

“Yeah, that’s fine with me,” you smile. 

“Okay, have a good sleep, Y/N,” Julian smiles and turns around back to the master bedroom that looks over the front yard like Bailey’s did. Once the door shuts, you turn on your heels and walk down the hallway. 

At the end of the hall, there’s two closed doors on either side of you. Your room is to the left, while Luke’s is on the right. Your gaze lingers on the door of Luke’s room, a part of you wants to turn the knob and see inside - smell the musky dusty scent and reminisce. But as your eyes start to water, you realize it’s too late to deal with such a thing. So you turn to the left quickly and walk into your own bedroom.

It’s been months since you’ve slept in here, and it’s exactly how you left it - right down the the pile of clothes you left in the hamper by your closet and your bed being unmade. You were in a bit of a rush last time you were leaving home. You sigh and begin to unpack your suitcase, changing into one of Harry’s shirts you stole before leaving his house yesterday. You can smell his cologne, it makes your head spin and your heart ache - you missed him. With how your mom had reacted to the first time and last time you brought up Harry, you hadn’t spoken about him once tonight. It kinda sucked, not being able to talk to your own mom about the guy you think you’re in love with. But that was just life. 

Before you had boarded your plane earlier today, Harry had texted you saying goodnight since it was now back in London and time zones were about to be the biggest buzzkill for the next week. But now, as the digital clock beside your bed turns just past 10 o’clock in the evening, you knew it was morning for Harry. 

It would be early, but you really didn’t care - you missed him too much. 

Your phone rings, three times, before you hear a small grunt on the other end. A smile tugs at your lips even hearing the little sound from your boyfriend. “Hello?” Harry grumbles into his phone. 

“Did I wake you?” You ask, holding back at giggle. 

“Yes, but it’s fine,” he says. 

“Are you sure? I can just call you in the morning,” 

“No, no,” Harry sighs and you hear him shuffle around from the other end of the call. “This is probably the best time for us to talk anyways,” 

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sigh, realizing just how crappy these timezones are. 

“So how was your day?” 

“It was good, my flight was fine. Bailey was excited, had tacos for dinner,” you say. 

“Sounds like a damn good day,” Harry chuckles. 

You two talk for another while longer, talking about what he had planned for his day and yours after your sleep. He spoke about how his ‘mum’ - his accent while saying mom was probably your favourite - had bought him some new shoes and a new jacket already. Her excuse was that it’s much colder in London than Arizona, which was a fair point but they were also Saint Laurent which babbled you. Sometimes you forgot just how much money Harry’s family had. 

“What are you doing now?” Harry asks, his voice was low and still had a hint of groggy-ness to it. 

“I’m just laying in bed,” you sigh while stretching out your legs and dragging your hand over the blanket at your stomach. 

“Are you?” His voice had taken a familiar tone, one that makes your stomach twist and turn and your heart beat pick up just a little bit. You hum out a half-assed response, wondering where your boyfriend was about to take this phone call. “What are you wearing?” he asks.

You laugh, it was such stereotypical question to insinuate phone sex that you couldn’t hold back your laughter. Harry chuckles on the other end of the phone too. Then you let out a sigh and tilt your head back till it hits the headboard lightly and you glance up at the ceiling. 

“I’m wearing your Rolling Stones shirt, the one that-”

“Barely covers that cute little ass of yours,” Harry is smirking, you just know it.

“Excuse me? Don’t mention how my little ass is while we’re trying to sex things up here,” you say in a jokingly stern voice. 

“We’re sexing things up?” Harry teases. 

“You dick,” 

“Bet ya thinking about my dick,” 

“Bet you’re thinking about my cute little ass,” you taunt him right back. There’s a smirk on your face now, enjoying how this phone call had gone. Harry doesn’t respond, instead letting a comfortable silence come over the phone for a moment before he talks again.

“Tell me about what you’re wearing again,” his voice is dark and sultry again.

“Already did,” you say - your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth as you smirk. 

“You’re just wearing mah shirt?” Harry question. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. 

“Jesus, woman,” he groans. 

“This isn’t a one sided thing, H,” you sigh and spread apart your legs. Your hand slowly makes it way down to the cotton fabric of your panties, brushing over your folds as you shut your eyes and imagine Harry laying in his bed in London. “What are you wearing?” you smile, knowing the answer already. He always slept in just his briefs.

“Nothing,” Harry answers, surprising you completely.

“Nothing?” 

“Not a thing,” he confirms, you again can tell he’s got his stupidly hot smirk on his lips.

You inhale deeply and tuck your hand under your panties. Imagining Harry naked, his duvet as though someone pitched a tent by his hips, a hand working under it to pump his length. He’d squeeze near the base, stroking himself as he’s on the phone with you. Miles and miles away from each other and feeling a heat between your legs at the mere sound of his voice. You inhale through your nose as a finger brushes over your clit. The same finger moves down to find a wetness at your entrance, your dirty thoughts have most definitely turned you on, you sigh while bringing your wet finger back to your clit. 

“Still there, little bird?” Harry’s voice brings you back to reality as you’re circling a finger on your clit. 

“Yes,” you sigh, “I’m touching myself, thinking about you,” you whisper into the phone. He doesn’t respond immediately, making your stomach twist in nerves - was he not into this? Your finger stops moving, but it stays on your clit as you wait for him to answer. 

“Are you imagining that your hand is mine, touching your clit?” 

“Mhmm,” this time your voice is a little higher pitched. 

“How good you feel, how good you smell. That’s right, babygirl, keep up the pace, you know there’s no going slow with me,” you gasp at the hint of sternness in his voice. “Come on, bring yourself there, ah yes,” he hisses and you know he’s tugging on himself now.

“Harry,” you moan - keeping your voice low in case anyone in your house was still awake and could hear you. 

Your motions only pick up the pace, feeling numb down there as you get closer to your orgasm. Harry starts to huff into the phone, his breathing uneven and heavy from the other end. You lick your lips and close your eyes tightly as you rub yourself, thinking of the last time Harry and you had sex and he had done the same thing. 

“You close, baby?” Harry’s thick voice asks through the phone. 

“Oh, God, yes,” you moan, whimpers escape your mouth as your legs spasm under your blankets. Your eyelids are heavy as you remove your hand from your now wet cotton panties. Harry grunts on the other end, he too finds his release. The thought of him laying there and his come all over his stomach as he thinks of you, it makes you smile. 

“That was something else,” Harry sighs into the phone. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it was,” 

“God, I miss you,” Harry says - his voice louder as though he brought his phone closer. 

“I miss you too,” you smile while throwing the blanket off of you to go use the bathroom. “I should go now though, get some sleep,” 

“Ah, I see, just using me to get off then, huh?” Harry teases. 

You chuckle, “took you long enough to catch on,”  

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Harry says, “have a good sleep, little bird,” 

“Have a good morning, H,” 

You hang up the phone and toss it onto your bed before walking into your ensuite bathroom. After your finished going pee, you wash your hands and look up into the mirror. There’s makeup smudged under eyes from the little bit of mascara you had wore today, and your hair is a bit of a mess now, but otherwise you look good. You look happy. And with that, you drop your head and slowly look to the closed door to your left that lead into Luke’s room. Back when you were younger, having a bathroom that was between your bedroom was annoying and he always locked your out. The memories bring a faint smile to your lips. You missed him, every single day since he had passed away. 

But now you were tired, it was late and you had done enough traveling and talking and everything for the day. You’d deal with being back in this house tomorrow, seeing his face in photos and his door taunting you every time you were upstairs. All of this, you’d cry about in the morning.

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SCP Scenarios: SCP x Fem!Child!Hybrid!Reader

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Requested by: @nightfoxyycats

I'm so sorry this took longer than expected T_T

(Yes Ik it's longer than the others I do, and that's cuz I usually end up mixing the headcanons into drabbles/one-shots, but this time, I kept it as bullet points and I got carried away. Oops. And yes, it's easier to write headcanons this way but it'll end up being long af)

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

When Cain first met you, he overheard and was curious about this new SCP during a test, so he decided to come and watch, from afar of course.

Anyways, the little test was just a plain and boring one and little (Y/N) was taken back to her containment cell after 10 minutes. Cain had requested to see you as he remembered seeing in your file that you can breathe fire and cry lava among other things due to your dragon abilities.

It's not like he didn't believe them since he's been in the foundation for many years, but he was just curious about a hybrid child like you and wanted to see if you were doing well. You being a shy child was quiet at first and when Cain went to visit you every so often, you both became close and he was a father figure to you, even though you were abandoned by your father since birth and your mother died not long later.

He took good care of you and made sure you were well fed. You were rather polite to the guards and staff so Cain wouldn't need to worry too much about you intentionally killing them. But only for a short period of time as who knows what you'll be like when you're older.

Luckily for Cain, you were also carnivorous, so he didn't have to worry about you eating your 5 a day (not that you wanted to anyways you ungrateful meat-eating child).

Whenever there's a containment breach, the first thing he does is to look for you

Aside from some side effects, he isn't worried too much as he wouldn't receive any wounds anyways so hell just charge towards anyone who looks/sound like you

He's basically your new dad ok?

SCP 076 (Abel)

Abel first came into contact with you during a containment breach

He just saw you casually flying around and occasionally lending the guards a hand by breathing fire just to burn some holes for easier access (how professional)

He saw you again moments later when you were alone and you decided to approach this hulk of a man to ask for some help, thinking he worked there. Abel had abandoned you (like your hopes and dreams left you a millennium years ago) but you insisted on going with him so he took you in

Later his rage in the facility had vanished as he had cared for you for the short period of time he had met you and handed you over to the guards, much to their surprise

He then ran away as he's not totally scared of kids or anything and hid in his box

You insisted on visiting 076-2 and so the researchers did, realising much later that you both had bonded. Abel was a parental figure to you.

A very overbearing protective guardian I must say.

Even more so when there's a containment breach

Like imagine 610 and 682 mashed up together to form an extremely hostile entity and that's Abel for you

But that's only if you were hurt, if you weren't or fit was just a normal containment breach, had be extremely worried

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor) (Guy's pls don't be mistaken, I don't have any beef with 049 ok? XD If I make any characters a little OC then 049 will gladly rid the pestilence from you without consent)

This sassy MF so-called doctor right here met you when for some reason, the doctors had decided to put you both into a testing room (no, it wasn't Bright's idea).

049 was just doing his thing as you just sat on a really high chair (cuz you do be short so ofc you wouldn't be sitting on a lower chair which is lower than your taste in men/women) and watched curiously. The doctor thought it was somewhat cute and laughed slightly from your curiosity.

Sensing that you didn't have the pestilence, he allowed you to scooch closer just to see. After the test was done, the guards took you back out with slight aggression, but you, for some reason, were still polite to the guards despite their aggression which made 049's heart swell due to your pureness.

You yawned slightly and accidentally blew out fire from your mouth which almost caused a containment breach if it weren't for 049's quick thinking

Later on, the researchers had decided to put you both in the testing room again, and you both began to bond as 049 requested you to burn the bodies he performed surgery on

Needless to say, you both had a great time and the researchers were mildly amused

If you somehow knew another friend (*ahem* 035), he'd probs ask him/her to care/loof for you if there were a containment breach

Or he would just sigh and look after you himself if you were closer to 035 and he asked so nicely

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask) (Right about 049 being sassy.... I'll take that back, 035 is the sassiest, right next to a certain sculpture in the foundation)

Anyhow, 035 was actually the reason you were stuck in the foundation anyways

God knows how, but you met this guy wearing this theatre mask and you ended up here in the foundation

Now everyone thought you were either a Keter or Euclid

I mean, you were so close to being put into the Euclid class but ended up in safe since you were so polite to the researchers as well as shy and relatively easy to contain... For now

Whenever they used you in a test, you were rewarded with whatever you wanted, within reason ofc, whenever you behaved well which was like 98% of the time minus minor accidents since you weren't entirely in control of your powers

Sometimes instead of a reward, you'd request to see 035 as he would perform to you and that was only granted when its safe to do so and when that hideous mask would do as he/she/it is told

035 would be that somewhat overprotective yet goofy uncle that everyone loved and he was totally wrapped around your fingers unless you were hurt or if he urgently needed something or someone

If there was a containment breach, he'd look for you, if not he'll call out his 'friend' to look out for you (*cough* 049 *cough*)

When 035 finds you, he'd most likely ask you to fly around to see the nearest exit or he'd just carry you when there's someone chasing you

If 035 were to kill anyone, you'd cry and tell him no to which did end up in burning the floor but oh wells, they're rich enough to contain him so why not use the extra money to rebuild the floor right?

Anyways, 035 loves you no matter what and he'd do anything to make sure you're doing well

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Ok so, when you and 999 first met each other, you were kind of just wandering around the facility minding your own business

999 just casually slithered up to your leg and offered you some sweets and a hug since you looked upset and so you accepted it

You both found a place to sit and just talk bout stuff and what life was like before you were captured

But you were cheery just like 999 and rarely attacked anyone, and if you ever did, it was either that you were hella pissed or you accidentally breathed fire/teared up some lava which burnt some stuff

The researchers would secretly take in some notes bout your interactions and just continued on with their day and left you both alone, but would sometimes keep a stern eye on you

They say it's for everyone's safety, and that's true to an extent, but the main reason they do it is to monitor your progress of you controlling your powers

Anyways, sometimes when it gets busy in the cafe or down the hallway, you just fly across the room, and sometimes, you'll be extra cheeky and play hide and seek with the researchers

999 would occasionally join in but he's more like a worried older brother to you

During containment breaches, 999 would run around looking for you and when he did, he would check if you had any injuries

When you say you didn't, he was relieved but not for long since you mentioned bout making new SCP friends and he just died right there and then (not really)

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

Similarly to Able, he'd be wary of you at first

Like, he can sense that you weren't just an ordinary child when you just appeared behind him

He was somewhat irritated when you followed him around, but you reminded him of 053, so he just let it slide and let you show some affection towards him

It's not like he didn't like it, he was just embarrassed

Anyhow, the researchers wanted to test how 682 would bond with you, so they made you meet up with him again but in his cell

You were both chatting like father and daughter and soon, everyone had found out that not only could you fly, you could also cry lava, which yes did burn a small hole on the ground and you could somehow breathe fire

You were also immune to the fire and lava so they decided to have a full-on body check and discovered that you were built similar to the komodo dragon with a side of 682 (XD Don't ask)

682 was left stunned, but luckily he didn't feel the need to run up the wall like that bunny

Like who tf invented a self-eating bunny?

Anyways, research shows that just like Abel, the giant lizard was very protective of you

The theory has it that you were somehow related to the lizard, perhaps he laid an egg before containment and some guy took it in and froze it then decided to hatch the egg

During containment breaches, he would basically rampage around the facility, killing anyone and everyone until he found you

And when he did, he would check on you like the amazing father he is and then carry on killing but was then stopped by you

So he would just carry you around until you fell asleep

SCP 105 (Iris)

I think Iris would be a good mother/sister figure when it comes to kids

It kinda came from the fact that Iris hangs out with Abel and Cain a lot, so it kinda just rubs off her

Her motherly/sisterly instinct just heightened when she first found you on a mission and she just took you in

It took a while to bribe the foundation that she kinda had custody

Not exactly custody, but she had a say when it came to your safety, especially the fact that you weren't exactly human and your appearance would cause a disturbance to others

I feel like Iris would be a stern yet kind guardian towards you, leaning towards the stern part since you're a child SCP and has fire breath and lava tears

Iris wouldn't be entirely bothered by you flying around, but she had to bribe the researchers and some SCPs to help you fly better

She would murder anyone who had to cry because they made you cry and cleaning up after your tears is such a mess considering that you have little control over them

Your fire breath on the other hand is slightly more controllable, but if you were hella happy or mad you'd breathe the fire and burn anyone/anything

Most of the time, its unintentional and you're usually sweet and kind towards anyone, so manners aren't a big thing for Iris to teach you

She'd even teach you some of the stuff she learnt/discovered and you'd just sit there being nosy and curious about everything

Like that one time, you almost caused a breach cus you were so curious and friendly that 682 was about to snap off your head and rampage out of the foundation

And don't even get me started with the brothers and 096, OML

Other than that, you both were like a family you never had :,) (You're welcome!!!)

During containment breaches, Iris would literally pick you up and run

Unless you weren't with her for whatever reason (Yes, you're attached to each other's hips... Don't lie, you love it!), she'd do anything to find you

If you were hurt, shed tend to your injuries immediately and lecture you about safety

If you weren't hurt, shed still give you a lecture, then pick you up and run

If you made friends on the way, she may or may not approve and bite of anyone head

And the foundation wouldn't want an Angry!Iris around

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man here is basically the definition of a cool uncle/granddad

Without a doubt, he'd go into his pocket dimension and comes back with a teddy bear or some sweets

He'd spoil you a lot and the foundation had enough of this cuz by the time you become an adult, you wouldn't be independent enough

Anyways, 106 would let you go into his dimension and practice your abilities there for the safety of others

The researchers would occasionally ask you to carry a camera with you just so they know what it's like in his pocket dimension

106 rarely gets mad, and even if he was, it'll be about someone trying to hurt you since you're too kind and shy to make him mad

You're even kind to the researchers and guards which is worrying to 106 as they might take advantage of your kindness (which may be true for some, but most of them are just glad you're kind since it makes their jobs so much easier)

Sometimes, you'd make things levitate which was a shock to anyone who walked by and witnessed this

But only for a few seconds though, so it's not much

106 would encourage you to use your telekineses and he'd attempt to train you

Which didn't work so well, so that sucks

During containment breaches, he'd use his pocket dimension to his advantage

He'd hide you in there just so you don't have to get hurt

If you weren't there with him, he'd kill and hunt down anyone who might know where you are

He'd make sure you weren't hurt otherwise he would go into scary uncle mode

If you weren't hurt, he would just hug you which stops you from crying lava

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Now what makes you and 096 a unique pairing is that you're both shy

The only difference is that you can speak but 096 kinda doesn't

But that's not a problem since you both just understood each other since day 1

I'd say 096 is that introverted uncle/cousin but he's kinda chill and sweet with you

As for containment breaches, the only difference with this tall guy is that not only will he kill anyone who sees his face, he'd also hunt down anyone who'd hurt you

096 has a newfound ability for this and the researchers were shocked when they first found out

A certain chainsaw loving doctor wanted to test it out himself but was stopped rather quickly by the other researchers

Anyways, one time you almost burnt down the foundation because 096 crept up behind you which scared you to tears

And you screamed as well which didn't help at all since you could breathe fire

Also, when you're not with 096, you'd use your levitating powers to grab lighter objects which did result in the objects falling onto your head

And this is why you need to train more, so then objects wouldn't be yeeted onto your tiny head and knock the nonexistent brain cells out of your nonexistent brain - Sorry not sorry (Ok so at least pretend to laugh)

If anyone bullied you and you didn't say a word, 096 would know and even if you tried to stop him, it wouldn't work

Unless you're in a life-threatening situation, but even then, he'd kill the guy

Dr. Simon Glass

Unlike the others on the list, you're the one who approached the doctor

Mainly because you were lost, but you were curious as well

Simon would probably be the best person to run into, other than Kondraki, but still

It's because he's a psychologist and still very much human (I mean, Kondraki's a normal human I guess, but he has those butterfly thingys)

Anyways, when he first saw you, you were in his office flying about and crying lava

Simon saw you and was shocked but attempted to calm you down and get you you sit with him for a bit, then call the others

But boy did that not work out, because this poor innocent boi was boutta get killed by your firey breath cuz he startled you too much

Bright, Kondraki and Clef just strolled in and saw the mess and even attempted to get you to chill, but this didn't work either

So poor Simon Glass had to find his way to get you to stop being so scared which obviously worked

You sat down with him and he let you doodle on a blank piece of paper

And being a good psychologist he is, he used psychological methods to get you to feel comfortable and to start talking to which you did

You were so polite he gave it to a chocolate bar, but instead of taking it off his hands, you used your telekineses to levitate it in your direction

Simon recorded what he had seen before letting the other researchers take you and offered to take you under his wing on the condition that you were you have a check-up every now and again

That wasn't much of a problem since you were so polite and chill - Usually

During containment breaches, he would make sure that you were safe first and it wasn't so difficult to deal with you since you were with him most of the time

When you're not with him, he'd be extremely worried like a mother hen and run in any direction that would take him to you

He'd be relieved to see you and if you were hurt, he'd bandage you up and try to not cry

If you've made new friends, he would be very happy about it - Unless it's a Keter or Euclid class

They'll be on his watchlist

Anyhow, Simon Glass is basically your mother and mentor

He'd teach you all the basics you'll need and help train you if he can (he'd most likely have to ask the other doctors and SCPs with some bribery)

Dr. Jack Bright

Our favourite doctor here would be that goofy uncle/dad

I feel that he'd sympathise with you since he's also an SCP (sorta) and he feels kind of trapped in the foundation

If you're lucky enough, Jack might be able to take you out for an hour for some fresh air

You'll automatically be under his wing and nobody will ever question it. Ever.

Although he may be goofy and does stupid things, he would be surprisingly protective and his fatherly instincts kick in right away since he first met you

He would allow you to use your powers to an extent and teach you how to use your power properly

You are well aware of his anomalous abilities with his neckless, so whenever Bright had to change bodies, you'd automatically know where he is (other than the obvious neckless thingy)

If there were to have a containment breach, Bright would panic but quickly become calm as that's the only way he could find you and keep you safe

When he finds you he would give you that lecture while finding any scratches on you

If you were to grow, he would give most guys the dad glare of the century and all those guys would run tf away cuz nobody messes with Bright's newfound daughter

I have high doubts that he would let anyone do tests with you when he's not there and even if he was, they would need his approval, so most of the time, you don't even need to worry much

Dr. Alto Clef

(OML Why do I keep adding new characters?! There's so much to write T_T)

Right, so when Clef found you, it was like as if his long lost (well... not so lost) memory came back to him

For some reason, you reminded him of 166 (OML I'm so lost for this SCP, like boi she had a rewrite)

So he took you in the foundation like he did with his daughter and took care of you Since he works for the foundation, he's not remotely terrified or anything, but he's curious about your abilities

And of course, you managed to use some of your abilities because of some SCPs and Bright Clef took you to meet 166 and you both showed your abilities and since 166 is older than you, she's probably trying to help you control your powers more

Which, of course, makes Clef a proud dad

If there were any containment breaches, he'd panicked but once he found you with his other daughter, he was relieved

166 made sure that you weren't hurt and if you were, you'd be bandaged up so Clef doesn't have to worry too much

Anyhow, if Clef decides to introduce you to the tiger doctors, he'd make sure Glass is the first since he's the most sensible person (but let's face it, he wouldn't admit it)

Then it'll be Iceberg, Coggs (that's his name right), Light and a couple others Bright and Kondraki would be last since they would be somewhat chaotic (mainly Bright) even though they're the fun uncle

Whenever Clef has a mission, he'd shove you to either 166 or Glass, if he's free, if not then it'll most likely be Light (and if she's also busy, then yall screwed)

And bless the guy who takes an interest in you when you become a teen cuz our messy boi would make sure that guy would suffer

Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Ok let's face it, Kondraki would definitely be the mother hen of the dad world in the SCP Foundation

He's literally your mother, kinda like Glass but kinda not, ya know what I'm saying?

Like he'll feed your curiosity since many people around you wouldn't and you're an SCP so you're trapped in the foundation anyways

I'd say he's quite cautious and caring, obviously, but if he's out and about, he'd definitely let you go with him

Unless he's going out for a mission, then that's a definite no-no

He would let you hang out with the safer SCPs like 999 and maybe 166 if Clef is chill, but he has to let you hang out with her cuz she's the only other SCP who could help you get a grasp with your powers

Like how to not burn the bloody floor when you cry and stop breathing fire inconsistently by accident

An attempt was made when they try to train your telekineses but they'll have to wait till you're older

Since most of the time you're stuck with Kondraki, I don't think he'd be all too worried bout breaches, of course, he'd be worried about your safety, but you're there with him

If not then god knows what Kondraki would do

Like that one time, he begged Clef and Bright to look for you in which they did but then they made him do something for them in return

Let's just say, it wasn't pleasant at all, but it could be worse since Clef had a shred of sympathy left for the man and Bright just wanted chainsaws