HABIT x Male! Reader

Chapter 16 - Tradition.

"I love you, Y/N." Habit mutters
"I love you too, Habit." I say, drifting into sleep once more.
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(Le time skip bc I don't wanna write over a month of filler based on EMH timeline)

"It's Christmas now, Vin has been here for about a month now, I've occasionally gone back home to continue my job. It's been very interesting, seeing Vin and Habit interact. They seem to hate each other, but there's this tension between them that almost seems.... homoerotic? Habit has allowed Evan out every once in a while, mostly to comfort Vin and probably to keep everyone happy. One of the times when I was back home I picked up some gifts, I hope the other boys like them. Anyway, it's about time for Vinny to do the video Habit asked him to do." I finish writing in my small notepad and tuck it away again. Keeping this journal is a way I have found to cope with how weird things are in Habit's place. I've begun to notice, sometimes rooms move around, or some doors that were open before have been tightly locked, or even stop existing completely. About a week ago, Habit decided me and Vin would work together to put up a Christmas tree that was discovered in the attic, the only place I have never been allowed to see.

I jump slightly, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. It sounds like Habit. Seems like he's excited, his agile footsteps almost jogging up the stairs. I quickly close the small closet I have my journal hidden in, grabbing a blanket just as I close the door.

"Hey! Video is almost ready to get started. And in your mundane world it's almost time to do that thing you said you had. The work party, right?" Habit casually asks as he rounds the corner to face me. "Oh perfect, a blanket on the back of the couch would make me look like a classy host, wouldn't it?" Habit smirks and takes the blanket. I hold back my eye roll. "I mean it would, but how many people actually believe your a 'classy host.' Pretty sure most people who don't blatantly hate and mistrust you only want my place." I say, a smirk slipping past my filter. Habit looks at me quizzically, before realizing what I mean by "my place." Habit makes an overly dramatic shiver and noise of disgust.

"Oh please," he says with a playful scowl, "If they saw what I do to your poor ass they wouldn't. Not many humans can stand so much... ~stretch~." Habit wiggles his eyebrows at me, his scowl turning into a flirty smirk. I laugh, "And what about what I do to yours, hm? I think they might want my place for that alone darling." Habits face turns a flushed pink. He turns around to head back downstairs, he mutters something about "stupid humans" and "wouldn't let another human." 

Once Habit has gotten all the way down stairs again, I let out a breath. He doesn't know I keep that journal, or anything written in it. He also doesn't know that I've got the gifts tucked away in there too. I'm sure he knows it exists, as it seems he can somewhat control this house thing, but so far he has left it alone. I somehow didn't expect him to respect my privacy, he definitely seems the type to want to know everything. I've seen what happens when Vin tries to keep things from Habit. It's never pretty. There was one time when I'm sure Vin was dead, but Habit just closed the door of that room and the next day, there was Vin. Sitting at the table like nothing happened. Not a scratch on him. It was wild.

I'm not sure how anything works in this world that I've stumbled into, but at this point there isn't much I can do to back out of it now. Vin has told me the majority of what he and his friends have experienced so far, and if I hadn't met Habit and seen first hand some of the weird shit, I wouldn't have believed it.

I shake the thoughts from my head, I'm not gonna worry about all this paranormal-gods-and-demons shit at my work party. I step into the upstairs bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes look back at me, dark circles drooping below them. I sigh and turn on the cold water. I wet my fingertips and dab the cold water on my eye bags, I heard once that cold can help reduce them. It doesn't seem to work very much, so I give up rather quickly. I dry my hands and put on my outfit I picked for the party. Black ripped skinny jeans, with a sleeveless mesh top under a black cropped hoodie. It's cute and stylish.

I step out of the bathroom, grab my phone, wallet and keys from Habit's room and head downstairs. As I walk down the stairs, I hear Habit telling Vin the date, and what the plan is for the video. "Now Vin, you can kinda say what you want, but with the usual rules of course. No locations, no asking for help, yadda yadda, you get the gist. Now. I think I want the camera on this table, the tree in the back. Give it that real... Christmas-y feel." I stand at the base of the stairs, looking over to where Vin and Habit are standing. Habit is leaning slightly over the coffee table, Vin standing slightly to the side.

Vin rolls his eyes, "Why are we doing a video? There isn't really anything to say." Habit turns to look at him, there's a beat of silence. I bite the inside of my cheek, worried that Habit is about to snap. Vin takes a half step back, probably for the same reason. Habit slowly stands up, eyes locked on Vinny. "Well , Vin. Don't you know? It's tradition. You and the others uploaded a video last Christmas, and the Christmas before that. We gotta uphold those traditions YOU guys set in place."  Habit's voice is eerily calm.

Before Habit or Vinny can say more to get on each other's nerves I clear my throat. Vins eyes dart over to me and Habit whirls around and freezes as he takes in my appearance. I see Vin turn away and quickly walk I to the kitchen. Habit slowly saunters over to me, smile growing on his face as he comes near, eyes traveling my body. "Do you like my outfit?" I ask, but the answer is obvious from the way  Habit's jeans are beginning to tent. Habit reaches me, walks around me, fingertips gently trailing along my hip as he goes behind me. "Oh Rabbit, I love it." His voice growls in my ear, making my own jeans a bit uncomfortable. I let out a shaky breath, my hair feels like it's standing on end.

Habit's hands gently find their way to my hips, his forehead rests softly against my spine between my shoulder blades. "You look..." his voice purrs, "quite delicious." As he says this his hips move slowly forward, his budge meeting my ass, making me shudder. He must be on his tip toes, he would have to be to make his member meet me in such a place. I fail at holding back a chuckle, "Your on your toes, aren't you?" I tease. Habit lets out a sigh and I can feel him go back to standing normally. "Fuck you and your tall ass." He says playfully.

Habit lets go of my hips and I turn to look at him. He's smirking at me, the look in his eyes one of lust. He suddenly shakes his head and blinks a few times. "You have a work party to get to, I shouldn't keep you much longer." Habits voice dips a few octaves, "Even if I want to." I shiver and nod, voice escaping me at the moment. Habit offers his hand, I take it and we begin to fade out of his "house" and onto a street near the bar I work at.

The snow crunches beneath our feet as our physical beings materialize. The cold wind makes me shiver, I should have brought a coat. "Let me know when the party is over, I'll meet you here and take you back." Habit tells me. He lets go of my hand to hold my face in both of his, eyes looking deep into mine. "I love you, Y/N. Be safe, have fun. Okay?" He says. I nod, "I love you too, I'll let you know." Habit nods and lets go of my face, taking a step back. He waves as he begins to fade out, leaving me on the street. Once he is gone, I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself and beginning on my way to the bar.

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Okay! 1497 words! Sorry this is so late, between not wanting to write filler and life in general I kinda forgot to update this. I can't promise I'll be more regular, but I will say the story isn't done yet! Far from it! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Catch ya later Rabbits! 💜