Combined with an idea that I had a while back that fit the prompt well, thank you anon for blowing life back into that! Warning for blood and some gore. (Hosts has no eyes under his face cloth)
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The Host’s narration was almost always constant, and over time you had come to appreciate his voice as you’ve grown to be friends. Eventually it even evolves into teetering on the edge of something more.
He’s a strange man (or whatever he is) for sure, but you enjoy his company.
You know not many do, and that he trusts even fewer, so you don’t want to squander that in any way.
Which is why, one day when you notice there is more blood than normal coming from the cloth tied around his face, you’re cautious to approach him about it. (It surely says something about you that you even notice.)
You find him in the kitchen, waiting for the water kettle to boil, a cup with a teabag in it on the counter in front of him. You see him wipe at his chin with a blue handkerchief, a few drops of blood getting away from it and staining his hand.
“Host?”
“The Host turns around to indicate that he has heard you, and asks what?”
“You okay?” You notice that his cloth is almost soaked through, and that there is already a new streak of blood going down his left cheek.
“The Host explains it has been a rough couple of weeks, but that he is fine.”
“Don’t lie, I know you don’t bleed this much normally.” Host actually startles a little at that, twitching for a brief second.
“The Host did not know you knew that.” He wipes at his face again, narrating still as you watch the motion.
“I care for you, of course I notice.” You let the words linger, but Host doesn’t say anything directly to you, instead narrating that the kettle is done, but that it goes ignored by you both. “Can I help in any way?”
“The Host frowns, before saying that there is, but he does not know if you will be able to do it.”
“Please, Host, just let me help you.”
“The Host sighs, then explains that he needs to change out the cloth that covers his face, as the one he is currently wearing is not doing its intended purpose.” Your answer is quick, with no hesitation.
“I can do that.” The Host’s narration stops for the briefest of seconds, one of the few ways you have learnt he shows surprise.
“The Host does still not quite believe you, but he abandons his tea to take you up on that offer.” He leaves the kitchen and you follow.
He takes you to his bedroom, and then to his en suite bathroom. It’s nothing big, just a shower and toilet on one side, and a sink with a drawers below and a mirror above it on the opposite wall. You wonder why a man that can’t see has a mirror, but you suspect that the bathroom was just built like that originally.
You stay in the doorway while he rummages around in the drawers, pulling out a new cloth, some towels, and wet wipes. He places it on the counter before turning towards you.
“The Host explains that the towels are to wipe away most of the blood, and then it is best to go over with the wet wipes. The Host also expresses gratitude. The Host says this is because sometimes he will accidentally poke at sensitive areas with the wet wipe when he does this himself, and that is not a pleasant sensation.”
You frown, even though you don’t know yet what hides under his face cloth, you can guess, and it sounds right that that would hurt.
Host keeps narrating as he sits himself down on the toilet lid with a towel in his lap.
He reaches up behind his head to untie the knot that keeps the cloth in it’s place, keeping his face tilted slightly forward. He struggles with it for a few seconds, and you wonder briefly about how often he normally changes it.
Finally getting the cloth undone, he lets it fall in his lap, but he keep his head down. You can’t fully see hat was hidden by the cloth like this, but you can when you step closer and til his head up with a hand under his chin.
Where his eyes should be there are just bloody holes.
It’s not only that, there is some fully black darkness making it look like you’re seeing inside a black void, but mostly it is red and irritated flesh, blood seeping out from it.
Perhaps you should be scared or terrified of what you see, but if anything, you only feel sorry for what pain it must cause Host.
You briefly turn around to get a towel, and start wiping over his chin and cheeks, soaking up as much blood as you can. You keep your hand on Host chin, and can feel his mouth move as he keeps narrating, voice so low that you can barely hear it.
It’s the quietest you have heard him, and you wonder why that is.
You also wonder how he lost his eyes (or perhaps he never had any in the first place?), but you do not want to pry, so you stay silent as you switch over to cleaning with the wet wipes.
“The Host knows you want to ask about his eyes.” His voice is clear, more of a normal volume, but he sounds tired. You hum, tilting his head so you can catch a drop of blood that almost makes it to his ear.
“I can’t help that I’m curious.” You glance at the holes in his face. “But I won’t.”
“The Host is grateful for that.” He sits quietly for a few seconds, not even narrating before he addresses you again. “The Host is also surprised that you are doing this, that you haven’t run away in disgust.” You shrug, trying to see if there is any more blood to clean up before you put on a new cloth.
“I guess I’ve never really been the squeamish type.” You pick up the clean cloth from the counter, holding it up in front of him. “May I?”
“The Host says yes, tilting his head forward so you can easily tie it behind his head.” You do just that, slipping it over his face, once more covering the holes in his face, being careful to not tie the cloth too tight or too loose. You tug lightly on it to test how it fits, and Host gently touches your wrist.
“The Hosts says it is fine, and thanks you for helping him.”
“Anytime.” You lean forward and plant a chaste kiss on his forehead. The Host chuckles as he stands up, putting the towel and the old stained cloth on the counter.
“The Host thinks you are a strange one. Not many people are able to see the true look of the Host’s face, and no one has ever kissed it afterwards.”
“Well, like I said, I’m not really squeamish. Besides, that was not a real kiss.”
“The Host hears the teasing tone of your voice. Was it not, he asks.” You grin, taking his chin in your hand once more.
“No, but this is.” You lean forward to capture his lips with yours.
"Host? Are you ready to go in?" You moved your hand over your partners as much as you could with your arms linked, as you looked at the big door in front of the two of you. "The host knows he needs to participate in the meeting with the rest of the others and steps inside with y/n." You smiled as he led you into the building. You had always liked his unique style of taking and appreciated that it helped him gain an equivalent of sight, even if others found it distracting to say the least. That was one of the reasons the host brought himself to further contact you, as he had revealed many dates later, you accepted him, something he had not anticipated from your kind, and you had even greater qualities to you, qualities that made him adore you.
One of these qualities was your kindness. Like how he knew that you did not like physical contact. It made you uncomfortable more often than not, yet you had learned it was something the host enjoyed, it made him feel safe and reassured when he was outside which was why you allowed him to take hold of your arm whilst you guided him, and he smiled when you rubbed your thumb against his hand, a small a gesture as it was he knew you wouldn't do it for no reason and he had previously admitted he felt a bit uneasy being in such a full room, even with just his creators other egos his head whirred as he tried to keep up with the conversation, sometimes opting to stay silent and blind until he had to input his opinions and he knew this gesture just proved your kindness was great.
"The host is surprised to find Antisepticeye lurking at the next corner in hopes of tricking the next passer by." Said the host as you both walked down the corridor before the meeting room. You, now with your arms crossed, turned impressively to the host until your attention was brought to a groan from the corner where the host had predicted someone would be. A green haired man donning black plugs in his ears, who you hadn't met before but now thanks to the host knew as Antisepticeye, slumped into view, twirling a rather shiny knife in his hands "Aw. Spoilsport." He said in an, unexpectedly, normal voice, with an Irish accent. "The host suggests trying not to sneak up on one with better sight than most." It was true in a sense, since he could see things through his narration others couldn't but the temptation was too much for anti. He skipped over giggling as he pointed his knife two inches away from the bloodied bandages your lover wore, making you flinch. "You? Better sight? Well you walked right into that one bud!" Laughed the entity, now with his head glitching and Bobbing in multiple places out of excitement at his joke. "To be fair, my main target was the one with too much make-up. You 'seen' him around? Huh?" For the first time, Anti turned to look at you, a feral smile growing. "What about you darlin'?" He cooed at you "You seen who I want around?" He said, pinching your cheek a little too tightly.
The host could feel you brush against him and wondered if you felt threatened, after all you probably were wary with a new face around who had powers and morals unknown to you. "The host and y/n would both like you to step away." He spoke firmly, surprising you with his tone. Anti paid no attention to the host, keeping his eyes on his potential new toy. "Y/n heh? Pretty name." He continued crooning. "Does the host need to repeat his words for the glitch?" The host asked, trying to keep from sounding snappy but you still caught on and it made you nervous to why the host would be territorial around this entity. "No host, I heard ya." Anti laughed, his voice now sounding distorted and in mixed pitches. "You want me to step away, yes?" The host knew Anti had a trick up his sleeve but agreed anyway. "Well I'll just step away from you mate" Anti said, holding onto your shoulders and dragging you away as well. The host knew the green-haired ego wouldn't cause you sufficient harm, in a place surrounded by others who would probably back up the host just to get a hit in at him, but was still wary when he couldn't feel you next to him.
You felt uncomfortable as Anti dragged his arms over your neck, hands dangling down your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder. "You wanna help me scare some of the others y/n, hmm? Although I think we're about to give your boy over there a heart attack already." He giggled, his breath washing against your collarbone and his scruff tickling your exposed skin. It was hard to make out with the bandages covering most of his face, but the host looked either desperate or testy as he bit his lip and furled his hands together. "The host wishes others would respect people's boundaries-" "I'm being so respectful right now!" Anti argued, his sudden increase in volume making you jump. "I'm being soft on the little lamb since it's their first time with me..." Anti teased as his hands wormed their way to your hips, settling there in a tight, possessive grip but not wandering any further. You winced, your heart beating which seemed to urge the entity on even more, whenever it would skip a beat he would look to you and wink, giving you a clue he could tell how uncomfortable you were, but either was used to people having a similar reaction around him or he simply didn't care, or both... You didn't know if you could reach Antisepticeye, he probably didn't care for mortals, where the host saw them as more equal to his kind and you prayed the host could reach the glitching man.
The host took a few steps forward knowing it wouldn't deter the smug entity. "The host's significant other does not appreciate physical contact and won't even let host touch them that much. Please stop." Narrated the host, a hand extended outwards, on the verge of getting very angry at the protrusive fiend.
Anti looked at you thoughtfully, standing straight and sighing, one hand starting to play with your hair in what you presumed was supposed to be a calming or flirty gesture but just made you feel even more like prey. "Well now you've grabbed my interest even more sweet lamb." He whispered into your ear making you shudder. He smirked at your discomfort, his nose now pressed against your cheek whilst he investigated you, not bothering to pay attention to the other entity "Well host, my boy, maybe you just don't know how to please your lover! Or maybe y/n here is keeping their eye out for someone they actually want to touch them." By his glowing eyes he knew he was talking bull. "You wanna tell me if I'm right baby doll?" He asked, taking his long fingers and wiggling them on your sides in what you hoped was just playful tickling. His fingers were sharp and painful as his whole body pressed against your back very invasively making you extremely uncomfortable and you subconsciously let out a whimper at his uncomfortable jabbing of your waist.
So you were surprised that instead of it urging him on you immediately felt him fly off you. You didn't realise that the host had been edging his way closer to you to quietly snatch you away but upon hearing your distress the host lost it and punched Anti square in the face. You ran to the end of the corridor calling for the host to follow as Anti stood there, gawking as a trickle of blood fell out of his nose.
"The host has bested the Glitch Bitch and advises the shamed, bleeding, entity to leave now." You couldn't miss the smirk on his face as he narrated the middle part and realised he'd actually made an enemy bleed. He wasn't usually a violent or confrontational person but in this case you were glad he'd loosened his control just that tiny bit, even though you knew he could probably wreak havoc if he wanted to.
Anti pulled his knife out that had been stowed in his belt moments ago and for a second your heart faltered but you were relieved as he muttered about "shaving the pink thing off" and how he "pulls off facial hair the best" and he sulked off. You turned to the host and thanked him. "But of course. The host would never allow anyone to make his significant other feel uncomfortable." He smiled to you as you walked to the meeting where the same faced people were starting to sit. "I love you." You told him. This caught him off guard as he was halfway through the threshold to the room but he stepped out again, now red-faced as he stuttered "The host would like to know if he can have his partners hand for a moment..." You agreed and he tenderly held it, being sure not to touch more than he was allowed as he pressed a quick peck to the back of your hand and softly spoke, momentarily altering from his narration "I love you too."
Anon: Dis be random as heck but my mind is stuck on cuddling the host and listening to them ramble, or like the host with a s/o who's a writer
Cuddle time :3
Host is a strange man. Always narrating what is going on, only saying his own opinions in third person, only stopping the few hours he sleeps at night. Even then, sometimes he’ll mumble in his sleep.
You had found it weird at first, but now it’s comforting. It’s a constant thing, often in the background while you hang out. It does also stop when you kiss him, but you can’t keep doing that all the time, so you learn to appreciate it over time.
However, one time, while you’re cuddling on the couch, your head on his chest and his arms around you, while you ramble about your newest writing project that you’re working on, the world seems a lot quieter all of a sudden.
It takes you a bit to realize that Host isn’t saying anything, instead his mouth is closed and his head is turned towards your own, as if listening intently.
“Host? You okay?”
“The Host makes a confused frown, asking why you ask him that.”
“You stopped narrating.”
“The Host hums, realizing that you are right. He thinks about it, and coes up with the suggestion that his focus was solely on you in such a way that it overrode his power or narration.” You’re shocked, because that is unheard of. Host is back to narrating now though, speaking low, lips constantly moving.
“Uh, what do you think about that Host?”
“The Host does not mind, as he likes to hear you talk about your interests.”
“Um, okay then, I’ll, I’ll keep going then.” You take a deep breath and start talking again. It takes a little while, but eventually Host stops talking himself, and just listens to you talk.
For days now, you haven’t been able to stop looking at Host. You find your gaze lingering on him any time you are in the same room, and you can’t help but be annoyed by your own actions, but unable to stop yourself.
If Host ever notices you staring, he doesn’t seem to care, not even mentioning in his almost constant narration, although most of the time he is speaking so low you can’t hear his words.
You find yourself in another meeting, bored out of your mind as you listen to Bim talk about something you care nothing for.
You’re not paying attention, you suspect the only one doing so is Google and Host, as Google tends to record most things and Host’s voice is a constant murmur and background noise.
Watching the Host from where he sits across the table from you, your follow to his lips as he forms quiet words, mostly unintelligible with a few words barely being heard.
You can’t help but think about what his lips would feel like on yours, and lick your lips.
There’s a very brief, barely noticeable pause in Host’s narration, and then it’s back to normal.
You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes at Host.
Deciding to test something, you briefly drag thumb from your bottom lip to your chin while thinking the dirtiest thing you can involving Host. Host’s breath hitches every so slightly, causing another small break in Host’s narration.
You grin, realising what is happening. You also seem to have caught Wilford’s attention unintentionally, as he is flicking his eyes between you and Host, a mad little grin on his face.
Getting out of your chair, you walk around the table, going slow and watching the Host the whole time.
You spin his chair to face you when you get behind him, and before anyone can ask what is going on, you lean down to kiss Host, arms bracketing him in. The kiss is brief, barely more than a press of lips except the little lick you give as you lean back.
Host doesn’t start narrating again, and then you realise how silent the room has become. Looking up, you find everyone looking at you, some curious, some shocked, others like Wilford grinning.
“I was bored of this meeting anyway.” You wink down at Host and leave the room, hearing Wilford whistle and laugh as you go out the door. Host follows right behind you, narrating once more, you can hear the words ‘kisses’ and ‘more’ as he follows you down the hall.
Request: could I request Host and his Significant Other relaxing after a long day of work with maybe his significant other reading him his favorite book while they cuddle on the couch?
Host hated coming back to you late from his meetings, he made sure it rarely happened and had permission to slip away if things got too rowdy, telling Dark the amount of different people yelling, his narration couldn't catch up and it gave him migraines. While this was partly true he also didn't want to be caught in the crossfire between any egos, and away from you any longer than necessary. Although today he wasn't sure how much it would matter since you informed him you wouldn't be back till later than usual either, work being a bitch and making you stay until later that night. It didn't mean Host didn't want to be home as soon as possible, it was the only place he could relax, be not on guard at all times and feel comfortable, because of you.
He opened the door to your house and his shoulders sagged as his inner narration found you were not home yet. Well, it didn't mean he'd have to sit in the dark in wait. "Host decided to make himself useful before his beloved Y/N came home to him." He whispered, moving around the house he could easily navigate now and lighting some lovely smelling candles, white, clearing ones and he dusted the library a tad, the place you two arguably spent the most time together because you'd been sneezing last time you were in there.
He didn't get to finish as much as he would have liked as he narrated "Y/N came up the driveway and about to open the door, purple under their eyes from over exertion at their workplace." His mouth curled down slightly, he always wanted you to be comfortable and had promised soon enough you wouldn't have to work, he had been saving and with his 'skills' would soon be able to provide enough for the both of you, but until then you worked hard to build your future together.
He opened the door before you could as you looked up at him and smiled with hooded eyes. His arms opened, still slightly timidly, for you and you slugged into his arms, kissing each other's cheeks before Host spoke. "Host welcomed back an exhausted Y/N and dearly missed them as he did every moment without them." Host bit his lip, sometimes hating how his narration let his inner thoughts spill for all to hear but was comforted when you looked up at him and pressed a kiss to his chin. Tenderly fingers fluttered over yours, not scared now when your hands reached the top of his cheek and ghosted over the end of his bandages. "These could do with a change" you muttered and Host nodded dipping his head, he still got self conscious about them. Noticing his also tired mood you stroked his cheek smiling tiredly at him. "You want me to do it? Then we can go read or something and then I have to go to sleep, we'll have a breakfast buffet in the morning or something I'm knackered, and you look it too dear."
"Host likes that plan." Host smiled too fatigued to be enthusiastic, opening the door for you and taking off your jacket as you sat him down in his comfy armchair and got what you needed.
Host's hand stuttered over yours as you brought it to his eyes, always worried. "Host needs to let you know you don't have to do this. He can do it himself if Y/N wished." He forged a smile but you saw right through him, kissing his hand and placing it down on your lap "Host. How many times have we done this? I love you and your eyes and I love doing this for you. Now hold still." You placed yourself on his lap making his cheeks and neck (ears hidden by his hair from stress playing) flush red. You slowly peeled off his old bandages, apologising for his little cheek twitches or hisses of discomfort as sticky blood refused to part, he knew it wasn't your fault and always waved off any apologies. You binned them as you got a cotton pad to clean him, always gentle with him but even more delicate as you dabbed it around his eyes, you wished he didn't always bleed out of them. Not because you hated cleaning them or it grossed you out, nothing of the sort! You could tell it hurt Host though, either physically or emotionally and you hated that. His eyes were finally clean enough for your liking, since you liked to make sure they were beyond perfect, as Host 'reminded' you "The bandages..." hands twitching on your hips, more rushing you but you promised him "Almost done."
You slowly wrapped the new white bandages around him and kissed his well oiled hair, getting off of him as his hand slowly slid from your waist and quickly to his eyes, making sure they fully covered them. Once he was calmed down and happy with the job he turned to speak "The Host thanks Y-" but in his anxious zombie state he hadn't even noticed you leave.
He narrated his way to you, finding you laying on the couch fighting to keep your eyes open.
He smiled, laying himself carefully on the couch as he breathed into your neck, kissing your earlobe as he was more clingy when tired and cared less about touch, something he always craved but didn't always allow himself. "Would Y/N please read to Host?" He said quietly in his own way of asking, nuzzling so the top of his head was nudging onto your lips. Honestly he was like a cat sometimes.
"I will gladly read to you sweetheart." You smiled, giving his head a small kiss as you stroked through it and you opened his favourite book to the last read page.
After he lost his eyes he stopped reading for a while, wouldn't allow himself the temptation incase he couldn't. Luckily he learnt how to but still preferred your soothing voice any day. Your voice made the words like fine art in his head, he could feel the sea breeze, smell the freshly baked bread and most importantly hear your voice painting all this for him.
You started reading and Host relaxed, not letting anything else be narrated so he could purely focus on you and immersing himself in the tale, his favourite tale; once he even accidentally called you the name of the brave hero in the story, you jokingly asked "Is that who you think of me as?" Before he blurted a flat out 'Yes'. You were very much flattered though.
As you got further into the story you heard little squeals from Host, felt the small grip on your arm and his lips softly falling against your collarbone, even though he'd read this many times, as he started loosing himself into you, the story and finally into sleep.
You were planning on finishing this rather large chapter and then going to bed with him to finally rest but his head fell onto your chest, his hands gripping your arms restlessly and a whistle falling through his nose as he fell into slumber.
You thought about waking him so you could both change and get into bed but you knew he barely slept even if he played it down, and you knew he was dreading today's meeting and was clearly drained from it, as were you from your own work. In fact now you didn't even want to go upstairs as Host's sleeping form lulled you into a sense of tiredness you'd had after leaving your work, but had dissipated from being with him, but now all you wanted to do was forget about your day and lean to hold him even more, moving ever so slightly since anything would wake him until you were comfortable as Host's head rested in your lap, your hand fluttering over his peaceful face and you slowly drifted into sleep with him.
'Hold my hand' and 'Close your eyes, you can trust me' as the Host guides the reader to a mystery date? Maybe with 'I can hear your heartbeat - it's soft' thrown in for added cuteness?
Blind Date
Prompts: “Hold my hand” “Close your eyes, you can trust me” “I can hear your heartbeat - it’s soft”
Host wanted to do something special for your tenth date as he counted every milestone he could when being with you, he still couldn’t believe you had wanted to be with him and wanted to make sure you were always treated as best as you should be. This time he asked you to meet him outside of a certain place but not to look up anything about it, he met you there and his smile immediately began. “Y/n…” he said happily, leaning into your cheek kisses which he reciprocated.“Host! You know I love our dates but you’ve never been secretive before!” You whispered excitedly as you stroked down his now very clean trench coat.“I still don’t want to ruin the surprise yet Y/N, but will you, maybe… hold my hand?” Host tried to speak like the rest of society if he could when outside even though you told him you liked his unique way of speaking he still didn’t like people who caught on to part of a conversation staring at him. You knew Host got anxious being outside and also liked touch with those he felt he could trust enough and happily obliged, kissing the back of it as he lead you to the reception of the restaurant and whispered to the waiter who seemed to also be in on this surprise.“Y/n?” Host asked, always making sure you were there. “Yes sweetheart?” Host blushed madly and stuttered a few times before asking “Can you close your eyes? You can trust me.” You we’re starting to get suspicious but gave him the okay as you closed your eyes and Host lead you by your hand into the restaurant. You could hear people talking, the clashing of cutlery against crockery and Hosts excited titters and he still insisted on helping you sit down before you opened your eyes. Once he was also sat down he reached across the table for your hand and finally, almost nervously, said “Okay. You can open them now…”You did open your eyes but it seemed like you’d forgotten too it was so dark. You blinked again and again but still could see nothing. You were confused and slightly worried but Host noticed that immediately with his narration. “It’s okay Y/N. We’re in a very special type of restaurant. He explained it was a restaurant for blind dates, where it was meant to be pitch black so you couldn’t see each other. There were only a few around the world and Host had booked this for you, in a sweet and kind of joking way but you loved your surprise.Host soon moved to sit on the couch side of the table with you rather than the chair across since in the pitch dark Host liked that he, apart from staff, was the only one that could see, and he was free to be as touch needy as he wanted now, as long as it was okay with you."You know people say when your blind your other senses are heightened, even though the saying does not fully fit with Host he can still hear your heartbeat - it’s soft.” Host was leaning against your chest slightly as you stroked through his hair and giggled at his words, hoping the nice food along with everything else wouldn’t lull him to sleep but it was definitely your best tenth date ever.
