#tsp stanley x reader

[fennecfics-the-simp-king]

“Stanley hoped that he would one day see weather.”

Stanley sees weather.

After escaping the parable, Stanley seems much more curious and eager to see the real world around him. Although he’s a tad scared, so either you or the narrator have to be there with him to experience it.

His favorite thing to do is definitely look outside the window. Every time you wake up, he’s already awake and looking outside the window. Up at the sky. He loves the sky.

He also loves rain. Not only to listen to, but to watch it. On rainy days he snuggles up by the window on a chair, watching as the rain drops down the glass. Sometimes you race the raindrops with him.

The first time it rained, you took both the narrator and Stanley outside to experience better. The narrator didn’t like it, and stayed on the porch to watch instead. 

But Stanley… he stood in the rain for a solid minute before he then began to run around and splash his feet in puddles. He never wanted the rain to stop! …then he slipped and hurt his leg………and got mud all over himself. He still loves rain, he just knows to be careful now. 

The first time it snowed on the other hand, he’s still getting used to that. The cold temperatures aren’t exactly his favorite, but a good coat would quickly melt those feelings away. 

The narrator didn’t like the cold temperatures either, but it was nice for him to have excuse to sit by the fireplace with a warm cup of tea.

Definitely not Stanley’s favorite…but he loved the snowball fights. Especially when he got to throw one at the narrator’s face, making him slip and fall on his ass.

The first time it thundered though, both Stanley and the narrator were very startled. The loud bangs outside and flashing white coming from the windows was a little too familiar for the two. 

The narrator stuck by your side the entire time, his arms crossed, clearly very uncomfortable. While Stanley hid under the kitchen table with the bucket over his head. Please comfort him.

Overall though, Stanley loves that he gets to finally see weather after all these years in the parable. He’s extremely grateful to be given this chance, and for you entering his life.

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[continentalblue]

Aaa i loved your x Stanley! It's one of the fees out there. If you're taking requests, could I request headcanons for a touch starved Stanley; where the reader somehow makes inside the parable, i believe that Stanley never actually had contact with another human, his coworkers were likely just implanted memories, therefore he never felt touch (i think thats part of the reason why he's so obsessed with the Bucket, it's the closest thing he has to physical touch.) , and when he first experiences it with the reader, he's instantly addicted

I'm glad you like them!! he's such a babygirl

Stanley didn't really know what to think of you, at first. You were you ... but were you real? He wasn't sure. His coworkers were real, but he couldn't really remember them.

He became certain you were real when you. kept. touching. him. He could have wept. Your hands were gentle on his: as you steered him to another room, helped him down the stairs, offered him a cold cup of coffee, he became convinced that you were really and truly real.

Slowly but surely the two of you fell for each other. Stanley slipped in some "accidental" touches, always patting you on the shoulder when you noticed.

The Narrator also took notice of this. "As Stanley and his friend made their way down the hall, Stanley tied his shoe. He utilized the Reader for support. Stanley was such a loser that he could not tell his friend how he really and truly felt, instead choosing to leave behind a complex web of touch. Well done Stanley, you are a true master of romance."

Stanley took the opportunity to touch you more. Walking? The both of you would be holding hands. Doing the apartment ending? He'd have an arm slung over your shoulder as the Narrator laughed about Stanley's 'roommate' (it originally was wife, but perhaps the Narrator thought one of you would become jealous. In any case, neither of you asked and he never told.)

The Bucket somehow made its way into your relationship. At this point, you and Stanley were a couple. Stanley still carried the Bucket with him everywhere (and would NEVER have sacrificed it to the Bucket Destroyer) but he never made it a bigger priority than you.

He would walk with an arm wrapped around your waist, holding the Bucket in his hand. It wasn't even painful. He held you reverently, making sure to keep both you and the Bucket happy and comfortable.

The Narrator kept commenting on Stanley's touchiness, but less meanly. It became incredibly commonplace for him to say "Stanley and his partner took the left door, holding hands with both his partner and the Bucket. And they were happy."

The Narrator stepped away from his mic, but you could hear him sniffle.

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[lotus02lavish]

➳ The Introduction, proceed?

˚ >>> ༘♡ ·˚꒰ᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆꧑ᥱ t᥆ ꧑ᥡ bᥣ᥆g!꒱ ₊˚ˑ☆༄

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⇨ She/her! (Female) ** (ISFP) ➳ Adventurer

↳ Scorpio / Water / 06 - November - 2006

⇛ Known as: Loyalty Setsuko (Lotus)

| This is a side fanfiction blog |

❝I could be your girl Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl But would you love me If I ruled the world, world, world?❞

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⇨ REQUEST / RULES /GUIDELINES

The Seven Fandoms 🍿:

A.(っ◔◡◔)っ All Characters that are available:

Lego Ninjago ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Series (Pilot to Crystalized) or Movie! 《I'm getting lazy watching The Dragon Rising seasons, I'm sorry》

Lego Monkie Kid (LMK)

The Lego Movies (1 & 2)

Minecraft Story Mode (MCSM)

The Spectacular SPIDER-MAN (TSSM)

༄ Whatever character(s) you question for according in those fandoms, I am happy to making it. Just go wild to request me and no character(s) limits! 👍🏻 I like to consider this as a challenge to be more active, and not being a lazy cat. 🐱

B. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) Only Two Characters Allowed:

↳ Samurai Jack = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Samurai Jack and Aku

↳ The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe (TSPUD) = ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stanley and the Narrator

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Things I would write for joy ✌🏻:

Reader Inserts (You) x Canon Characters 💕

Headcanons 🧠

Oneshots 💎

Drabbles 🌟

↳ If your request does not mention what is the Reader's gender, then I will choose the neutral or Non-binary (They/them). Female and Male genders are okay 👏🏻 But, I don't understand writing about Trans, I'm sorry 😔

Fluff/Comfort/platonic 💝

The Yandere mode 🌹

Alternate Universes (AUS) 🎭

Genre: Romance, Angst, friendship, fantasy, action, family, Horror, and Comedy. ✍🏻

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What I do not allowed to write 🤚🏻:

Incest. 😶

Racism. 😐

NSFT(Not Safe For Tumblr)/18+ content. 🤐

Your OC x canon fictional characters. 👋🏻

༄ If you ever dared to request one of those three prohibitions, I will delete your ask immediately.

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☆ Your request might take a long time to be fulfilled for these reasons:

I am not an Ai (Artificial Intelligence) to post in the speed of light. Pretty please and begging, be patient with me here.

Author's block, overwhelming of stress, and distraction will strike me. Sometimes I would consume myself into burnt outs.

Lots of scheming with my imaginary mind until I am satisfied, rewatching, also researching.

Finding the right words in grammar of English.

My personal life likes to be busy involved.

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Also, your request need to a explanation that I would understand and not short. Don't be too long like a full scroll of paragraph either though 🗿

DO NOT STEAL / COPY AND PASTE MY POSTS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION TO ANY WEBSITES/APPS, YO! 💥

Bonus: Requests are always open every time with nonstop and I need to finish them one by one! So, I don't mind of new requests everyday 💝

I'm still learning English to be a better writer and speaker!

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Applications (aps) or Websites I am in for writing stories you can find me:

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2.》 Quotev = @LoyaltyLotusSetsuko [Lazy]

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⊰❣⊱ Status Report: Currecty writing, KID WITH AUSTIMS KICKS IN

"Thank you so much by taking your time for reading all of this information board. With that said, see you very soon and late to fellow beloved readers in the entire world! 👋🏻"

"old times, same loop, and new places...All together to the end." ♡

#x reader #reader insert #ninjago x reader #stanley parable x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #tsp narrator x reader #Minecraft story mode x reader #the lego movie x reader #tlm x reader #tsp stanley x reader #the lego ninjago movie x reader #tlnm x reader #mcsm x reader #lmk x reader #imagines #drabble #tssm x reader #the spectacular spider man x reader #the spectacular spider-man x reader #Samurai Jack x reader #Aku x reader #Samurai Jack Aku x reader #SoundCloud

[employee052]

get smooched

#artswin #tsp narrator #narrator x reader #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #stanley parable #tspud narrator #the narrator

[rustycopper4use]

Here’s my court ordered character simp list

@piffany666 @lunaritychuwolf

Judge my type (i think there’s a pattern)

I will elaborate on one of them the rest I will not your choice

#lgbtq #gay #lgbtqiia+ #x listener #ohshc kyoya #kyoya x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #dbh connor #dbh rk800 #dbh #detroit become human #yuurivoice auron #auron #future Melvin #captain underpants #calvin fischoeder #mr fischoeder #bobs burgers #i think my type isn’t that out there #I hope #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #ace attorney #brett hand

[texy-toost]

(IDs in alt text)

#I made the last two as a template if anyone wanted to put something there. go ham. make sure and tag me though because I wanna see #the stanley parable #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable narrator #stannarrator #stanarrator #stanley x narrator #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #tspud stanley #tspud narrator #tsp fanart #tspud fanart #narrator x stanley #narrator x reader #??? #that last one is a maybe #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #my art

[crimsonbubble]

The narrator catching the player getting off in the broom closet so he guides them through but forces them to edge themselves for going off track of the game

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, masturbation, fingering voice kink edging *not proofread, just pure horny

[This is entirely a certain someone's fault]

“Oh, how pitiful. You just couldn't help yourself could you?”

Even while locked away in the broom closet, he found you so easily

Pressing your back into the rusting and dusty shelves to steady yourself as you continue to pump your fingers into your dripping cunt

Your panties are already a sticky mess, much like your hands and thighs are now as well

Pressing your palm flat to rub over your throbbing clit while you stuff your messy cunt with your fingers

“Easy now, focus on me. Slow down.”

His tone was stern yet gentle making you comply with his requests almost immediately 

Slowing your movements as you focused on him and him alone

“Faster.”

Blindly following his commands, you speed up again

“Take them out.”

You listened like an overly eager and obedient puppy

Craving any sort of praise from the voice ringing in your head

“Good. Focus on your clit, slowly now.”

You brought your sticky fingers up to your clit, working the pulsing bud in slow circles

Your body buzzed with the pleasure, yet it wasn't enough

He could tell, the way your thighs twitched and closed around your hand gave you away too easily

“Use your fingers.”

Your legs nearly gave out as you pushed two fingers in, searching desperately for that one spot that would end this routine of torture

Constant. In, out, slower, faster

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #narrator tsp #tsp narrator #the stanley parable narrator #narrator x reader #narrator smut #the stanley parable #the stanley parable narrator smut #narrator x reader smut #tsp narrator smut #tsp narrator x reader

[cartmankisser]

HIII!!! I WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE U WRITE FOR THE TSP!! I THOUGHT I WOULD THROW A REQUEST IN HERE BECUZ YKNOW :3 tsp on the brain right now.

may i possibly request a reader who's vv touchstarved but too shy to actually admit they want affection??? romantic w/ the narrator and stanley (separate) please!

i think this is my first headcanon thingy for tsp so i hope it’s okay 😭

— at first, stanley might not even notice that his significant other wants affection. he tends to be very focused on his work and routine, and might not pick up on the subtle hints you give him. however, once he does realize what's going on, he would try to be more attentive and affectionate towards you! he might start small, with things like holding hands or giving you a quick kiss on the cheek, just so it’s not too awkward.

he might also try to encourage his partner to open up more, without being too forceful. he might suggest things like going on a date or taking a walk together, in order to create a more relaxed and intimate atmosphere for the two of you.

overall, be would want to make sure that you feel loved and appreciated, even if you’re too shy to ask for it directly. he knows what it feels like to not be heard, and he never wants you to feel that way towards him!!

The Narrator would probably pick up on your desire for affection right away, thanks to his keen attention to detail and ability to read people.

he would try to be understanding and patient with you, recognizing that shyness can be difficult to overcome. he might tease you for it sometimes, but he’s just trying to be playful!

maybe he would also use his storytelling skills to create a more romantic atmosphere, perhaps by reading you a love poem or telling you a story idk.. he just has that specific kind of voice that you wouldn’t mind listening to, no matter what he’s saying

however, i feel like he might struggle with wanting to be in control of the situation. he might try to push you to be more open or affectionate, which could backfire and make you feel even more uncomfortable.. 😭

ultimately, the narrator would want to find a way to help you feel comfortable expressing your desires, while also respecting your boundaries and wishes, even if it takes some trial and error.

#tsp x reader #tspud x reader #the narrator x reader #the stanley parable x reader #stanley x reader #narrator x reader #the narrator x you #idk how to tag this 😭

[poisonous-honey]

The Venti Parable

(This is a re-upload: originally posted on UniverseUchu on Feb 25, 2023)

Characters: Venti and The Narrator. The Reader and Stanley have very little presence

Warnings: None really. They enter the zending room if that upsets you, but they barely stay there for long. This is mostly in drabble form and lightly skimmed for errors

This is both the Narrator’s and Venti’s worst nightmare. An omnipotent, self-destructive perfectionist who strives to keep everything self-contained and the ever funky little god of freedom.

Venti is not impressed with this game of choice in the slightest. He had hoped his position in your heart would’ve saved him from the torture some of the others have been put through, but he was unfortunately not given this blessing. He didn’t feel like following this narrator’s every whim, he only wanted to do that with you. He was free to do as he pleases

As you’re talking to the Narrator to convince him, having someone else to narrate for just a few runs would help him with his story (“He can speak! You can get instant feedback!”) Venti sits in the office next to Stanley. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll let Venti play the game in Stanley’s place for a short while, only because you keep incessantly asking.”

“Hey! I am great company. Wouldn’t it at least be nice to have someone else to talk to for a little while?”

“This is the story of a man named Venti”

He sighs and gets up from his position next to Stanley before walking through the office

After what he feels was him being ignored, Venti reaches a fork in the road

“When Venti came to a set of two open doors, he entered the door on his left.”

He holds his chin with his hand and closes his eyes, acting as if he was deeply thinking about his next course of action. Of course, he already knew what he'd do as soon as the directions were spewed at him.

“No, I think I'd rather go right.”

Que sighing from above. Quelle Surprise

~~~

After getting told no one would ever love him and having the parable restart, though disoriented, his next objective is to try and see if he could leave the building

He was not a fan of the Narrator and vice versa

His first attempt is to see if he can jump out of any windows

Honestly surprised he managed to fall through one on his first try (or at all, really)

He had a bit of hope that he had escaped the Narrator, but after accidentally breaking the phone and still getting an ending, he highly doubted it.

And he sighed as he was unfortunately proven right, and the Narrator starts to monologue

“What do you think, are you sick of this gag yet?”

Venti didn’t think there was a correct answer, so he just hit yes while smiling cheekily up into the air. At this point he was just trying to be entertaining for his player, but so was the Narrator

“Now would be the time I go on about having ample amounts of opportunities to restart the game, but unfortunately for you, our player is in control of that. Since all I hear is laughter on their end, I'm going to try to make this as miserable as possible, before they reset to help you out.”

As the Narrator started to sing, Venti quickly looked towards the screen in hopes he could get you to reset immediately, but all you did was shrug

How very cruel of you

~~~

After a few more runs, the last of which had Venti falling flat on his face, he decided to see where listening to the narrator got him

The Narrator kept to the script as usual, he was a professional after all, but the light elation in his voice was obvious to the two of you

Venti couldn’t help but mess with him on the way though

The Narrator could feel his temper rising, watching Venti doing literally nothing. Letting out a sigh, he directs his next questions to you. “Did you put him up to this? Be honest with me here, I have— I am extremely skeptical of this entire ordeal.” You laugh as you hear The Narrator’s anger and Venti asking if he wasn’t allowed to simply relax, further upsetting The Narrator. “I’ve done no such thing. Informing either party beforehand would’ve made this far less entertaining.” “So you’re telling me that everyone, but me, is able to see what’s so fascinating about a broom closet? If that’s where you’re getting at, then it’s absolutely wonderful to have confirmation that I am, truly, the smartest person here.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Mr. Narrator Sir.” “... I refuse to acknowledge this behaviour.”

Finally making it to the end and turning off the mind control machine, every light turns off as The Narrator starts his freedom ending speech

The door slowly opens and Venti can just about feel the wind call to him

Daylight peaks through the opening and grows larger every second as it descends. He can barely wait for the door to fully open and finally be able to see the skies.

As the door comes to a stop on the floor and Venti takes in the view, he finally feels a sense of ease wash over him since he was brought here. The scenery was truly beautiful.

Venti takes his first steps forward onto the grass and as he continues to drown out The Narrator’s dialogue, he figures that maybe this was the reason you brought him here out of all games.

“...- And Venti was happy.”

The Narrator finishes speaking. Venti opens his mouth to actually throw him a genuine compliment - when-

It all fades to black

And within the blink of an eye, he wakes up in the office next to Stanley, who can do nothing but look at him with a reassuring gaze and wave.

Venti just about curls into a ball and cries while Stanley panics and silently frets over him

“That’s the ending you wanted to guide me to...”

“It’s called the ‘Freedom Ending!’ The one true ending for my story that Stanley refuses to cooperate with me on. Surely someone such as yourself understands and is able to appreciate what I’m trying to-”

“On every level of irony, you’ve managed to single-handedly rip away my own freedom with this horrific outcome.”

~~~

Walking through the red door after bamboozling The Narrator long enough, Venti reaches the platform and is quickly stunned at how pretty the light show is

“Right here, see! All I want is to show Stanley, our dear player, and now you, something remarkable. Now tell me. Can you really look at this space and say it’s not truly beautiful?”

Venti giggled before spinning and sitting down. “Why, this room is a poet's dream! The only thing I’d add is nature.”

He sat in the room for a bit longer, just staring at the stars and light show. This is the closest Venti’s gotten to a true place of rest in a while, so he’d like to treasure it a bit more before leaving.

Eventually tearing his eyes away from the sparkles, Venti looks around and realizes the only rooms here are the space room he’s currently in,  and a room with some stairs. Getting up and going over, the narrator panics.

“Hey Venti, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I’m just looking around. I haven’t seen an exit, so I want to know where the stairs lead.”

“But we haven’t even been here that long a-and there’s nothing over there but stairs, they don’t go anywhere.”

“... It seems I’m in a predicament. Oh, my dear player, where is the exit?”

“Don’t tell him! He’s done nothing but ruin my story time and time again, the least both of you could do is allow me this solace for a little while longer.”

“But I followed your every instruction just before this run!”

All you do is sigh. Maybe you should’ve told Venti not to come here. “... I’m going to begin the game again.”

“But my peace and tranquility!” “But don’t you want to see the proper ending?”

“No, I really don’t and trust me, you won’t want to take the intended ending either.”

~~~

“Player I have to admit, the only difference working with Venti is the constant sass I’ve been receiving in turn. This hasn’t been beneficial in the slightest.”

“Hey! I still gave you plenty of good input you can use!”

“I highly disagree.”

“I beg to differ!”

You had hoped meeting Venti would help The Narrator with some of his issues, but without informing Venti in advance, all they did was annoy each other. Oh well, it was still fun to witness.

“I hope we never meet again.”

“And I hope you learn to enjoy life's intricacies instead of obsessing over the same story over and over… Aaaand that I never have to go through this ever again.”

Venti trusts you with his entire being, he really does, but if you offer him a chance to participate in another game he's going to be asking a lot of questions beforehand

#Pois.Posts #Genshin x Reader #Sagau #Self Aware Genshin #Venti x Reader #X Reader #Self Indulgence As Usual Baby #the stanley parable x reader #tsp x reader #Pois.Writes

[fluffytimearts]

Since everyone likes my version of Stanley Parable's Narrator heres some sketches I made!

One more chibi than the other but again, my art style is hella inconsistent so forgive me--

#fluffytimearts #artists on tumblr #my artwork #my art #wheeze-- #my art 2023 #doodle #the stanley parable #the stanley parable narrator x reader #tsp narrator #narrator tsp #tspud narrator #the stanley parable narrator #my version of the old man :3

[give-soup-please]

soup soup heyy !! i have a humble request for you :)

yknow that one prompt you did where the reader go flustered by the narrator degrading them? can you do something like that, but the narrator praises them instead? like he compliments them on how well they listen and how obedient they are and reader is blushing and stuff and narrator gets worried before realizing what was actually going on.

Anyway have a wonderful day !!! You deserve it!!!

Narrator and a reader who gets flustered by compliments

The narrator was quite pleased, having selected you as his protagonist. You’re so obedient, so willing to listen to orders and do as you’re told. 

He always comments on what his protagonists get up to, and you’re no exception. It’s your tenth consecutive run through the freedom ending. The narrator is swelling with pride and affection. Finally, someone gets the story he was trying to tell.

You deserve a reward. The narrator can’t give you anything physical, but he can compliment you.

“I must say, reader, you’re doing quite wonderfully. You were an excellent choice, to make the star of my story.”

You freeze in your tracks for a moment, and fight the flustered feeling that was trilling inside of you. Letting out a shy, “Thank you.” You continue on your way, trying to ignore the hammering of your heart.

The narrator wonders. That wasn’t quite the reaction he had anticipated. Sure, gratitude was a given, he gave you a lot to be thankful for. But your sudden shyness… That was very interesting. He decides he must do it one more time.

“Ah, you’ve made the correct choice yet again. Well done. I’m very pleased with your ability to follow directions.”

You haven’t recovered from the last compliment. You barely suppress a squeak that rises threateningly in your throat. Heat is rising to your face, and you keep your eyes firmly locked on the floor.

The narrator grins. He doesn’t quite know what’s happening, but it’s very entertaining. He hasn’t spotted your face yet, and hasn’t made the connection.

He presses himself slightly closer to the mic, voice dropping a bit. “You’re a good hero, reader. Very good indeed.”

Your legs start to shake, you lean against the wall for support. You let out an odd noise, somewhere between a whine and a splutter. The narrator gets a good look at your face. 

“Wait, why is your face red? Are you getting sick? Why didn’t you say any-” It’s clicked. 

Aha. It seems the narrator has found one of your secret buttons. His smile turns wicked. “Oh dear me, what a fascinating discovery. You like being complimented, don’t you, reader? Does it send a thrill through you, to know that my words hold power over you?”

Your face is red enough to direct traffic at a junction. The narrator presses his advantage. “It’s a very interesting system, isn’t it?” His voice is in just the right position. “You know… Rewards and punishments? It seems I know how to motivate you now. Not that you ever needed motivation. You’ve always been so obedient for me.”

You bury your head in your hands. Your life was practically over now. He knew what made you tick. There was no coming back from it.    

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #tsp #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader

[madnessreruns]

Hello! I absolutely adore your work! Would you consider writing any general Headcannons for the narrator from the Stanley parable? Thank you!

General Headcanons

TSP! Narrator x reader

Note: Two posts in one day!! I’m proud of myself. Finished a fic and wrote some hcs 😤🤗

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Okay so staying up with some pretty obvious stuff

He’s very confident, he thinks he’s hot shit, which I mean he kinda is but he thinks it, he knows it, and dear god he will say it.

He is quite smart, he loves to tel you all sorts of facts. He is 100% an ‘um actually’ person, if you say something about a topic that is wrong he will correct you no matter what it is. Which leads into many arguments about what a definition is or what something does cause he was a little meany pants and had to argue with you about it.

Sometimes it can get a bit condescending, be promises he doesn’t mean it! He’s just so extremely passionate about certain topics and wants to share all that with you and make sure you get all of your facts right! If you tell him to stop he will, but when you get something wrong he’ll just sit there with his eyes scrunched waiting for you to realize.

If by any chance you don’t, even if you don’t pick up his loud coughing and throat clearing, his endless blinking, his scrunched up face as he’s waiting for you to realize your mistake. He will tell you as soon as you leave the room. Just a cheeky little, “ah you see s/o. you are wrong. <333”

He loves his voice, he could listen to himself for hours and hours and hour and dear god narrator stop talking for a moment, we just want some peace and quiet for once please???

Don’t tell him that thought he will talk more just to piss you off, cause he can be a bitch sometimes.

When he’s not being a piece of shit to you he’s actually very sweet.

He’s quite romantic, stupid cheesy dinners, walks lit by moonlight as you stroll through the park, leading rose petal around your house on your anniversary to lead you to where he is wants you to go.

He’s very verbally affectionate, again, he loves his voice and you will to if he forces you too. But he doesn’t have to do that, you like his voice anyways, right?

But he also likes to give gifts, he knows just about everything about you. Dork your favorite foods to your favorite tv show that came out recently. He will give you little trinkets throughout the day and will bring home things that reminded him of you that he saw while you were out.

Again, he loves anything to do with his voice, want him to tell you something? Got it, he’ll say the longest explanation possible. Need him to read something to you? He knows how to do it as dramatically as possible, trying to get you to smile and laugh.

Hes also very physically affectionate, gentle kisses, snuggles and cuddles all day, holding you while he infodumps about the new thing he’s writing. He can seriously rant on and on about it as you lovingly look at him, offer him ideas and advice.

He has 2 modes: Him being a very deep sleeper, try to get him out of bed I dare you. Or if something important is going on, he will wake up at the crack of darn excited, getting everything ready, making sure he’s all nice and spiffy, all before you wake up. But then you wake up, don’t shower, throw on some random clothes, and you look almost as nice as him. How do you do it??

So we all know he likes to write, and although stories are his strong suit, he will defiantly be cheesy and stupid and write you a lovey dovey love letter for your birthday or anniversary. A letter explains all that he loves about you, how sweet and kind you are, how gorgeous he thinks you are, how thankful he is that you put up with him and his constant self-obsession over some things.

But he really is incredibly thankful. No one would be as sweet or as patient with him as you have been, and he’s so grateful for you, for your love, for the fact that he gets to love you at the same time, that it’s always reciprocated and he’s always appreciated and loved. He loves that you love him. Please don’t ever stop.

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[thesnakeslibrary]

True Zending

Pairings: The Narrator/GN Reader Type: Hurt/Comfort Summary: After suffering through Zending, The Narrator notices crying coming from outside of the game.

" Is it over? It’s going to restart, isn’t it? I’m going back. "

Moments after The Narrator finished speaking, everything faded to black and left the two of them –him and Stanley– back in the office. The Narrator leaned back in his chair, the only sounds in the room being the leather creaking and his breathing. " Why did Stanley have to take that from me? " He let out a frustrated sigh as he shook his head, sitting up straight to begin his repetitive narration. But he couldn't. Stanley was not moving, simply staying in the same spot, frozen.

" Stanley? Are you alright? " Though feeling betrayed and heartbroken, The Narrator still cared for Stanley's emotional well-being. The unusual sound of shaky breathing and crying was all he heard in response to his question, although it hadn't come from Stanley. It sounded like his own narration, not originating from anywhere specific but feeling as though it was coming from inside your head.

That was when he realized it came from the player. It didn't come from Stanley, no, no, no. It came from the person controlling Stanley. It came from you. " Um...player? Are you alright? " He was only met by more shaky sobs. He sighed and pushed some keys on his computer, transporting you into the game somehow. The writer had it carefully set, so you would appear in his office, but the sorrowful sight he saw utterly broke his heart. You, in a tight ball on the floor, hysterically sobbing. "I’m so fuck–fucking sorry, oh my god, I’m so sorry…I didnt want to I prom–promise I didnt, I couldn't do–do anything else the game–the game wouldn't let me I promise im so sorry, I want you happ–happy I promise…"

Apologies poured from your mouth like water from a broken dam, you not having seemed to realize you were directly in the parable. You only became aware of the fact when you felt large hands gently position you upright, the inviting face of The Narrator in front of you. You darted around the room, incredibly confused, "Wha-huh? Why— h–how—?" You sniffled, temporarily distracted from your sorrow and guilt, it was mostly replaced by confusion.

" Shh, shh...you're okay, I'm here. " He extended his arms as an invite for a hug if you desired it, and boy did you. You hastily shuffled towards him and squashed him in a tight bear hug, shedding your tears into his buttoned jacket. The Narrator stroked up and down your back, his other hand running through your disheveled hair. " You're okay, I'm okay. " "But–But I hurt you, I–I, I made you think I’d–I’d rather be dead than play–play your game…I’m so fucking sorr–sorry…" He frowned and tenderly lifted you into his lap, resuming his caressing. " As far as I can tell, you did not want to. You didn't have another possible choice, and I don't condemn you for that. "

Your head was tilted until your eyes met, an ink-stained hand on your cheek, wiping away falling tears. " It is alright. " His soothing voice instantly pacified you, leaning your head into his calloused hand as you shut your eyes. His lips formed a soft smile as he pressed a prolonged kiss to your forehead. You choked back a sob, the key difference between this one and your previous cries being that this one was formed out of joy. The charming man you've been repeatedly playing this game for, the man you've been pinning for, was right here in front of you. You could see and touch him. You no longer have to imagine his appearance.

He did happen to look like you envisioned, though, with short black and gray hair, glasses, and rough yet kind eyes. You leaned forwards and nestled your face into the soft fabric of his turtleneck. You sucked in a deep inhale, melting at the intoxicating scent of the man holding you. Everything about The Narrator was comforting; you couldn't find a single thing you would alter about him. Well, except for the fact that you lived in two separate worlds. Just as you finished that thought, the Brit spoke, " Would you like to stay here, darling? I would thoroughly enjoy your company. "

Good lord, you completely turned into a puddle at his kind words. You nodded, not trusting you would sound put together if you spoke. The taller of the two of you grinned and once again lifted your gaze to meet his, " May I kiss you, my dear? " Fuck, you virtually turned into a ripe tomato at his words. It seemed to delight him quite a bit. You forgot to give him any sort of response, the inquiry seemingly having fried your brain. " Well? " He let out a soft chuckle, lifting a hand to tenderly caress your cheek.

You once again chased after the affectionate touch like a cat, almost purring like one as well. You gave out a faint murmur as a yes, eliciting a smile from the old man. He leaned down to place a loving kiss on your lips, and you happily reciprocated. He would've continued kissing you forever if you didn't need to breathe, reluctantly pulling away. He touched your foreheads together, pure fondness in his eyes. " Lord, I've only properly known you for but a few minutes and I'm already entirely captivated by you. " He smiled in amusement at how his words flustered you. " I suspect you've felt that way about me for much longer, hm? " You nodded and leaned up to kiss him, letting out an annoyed whine at being unable to reach his lips.

He chuckled and bent down to close the gap between you two, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head. " You are truly something irresistible. " He concluded his sentence with a quick peck on your lips. You beamed and wiggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. He slowly stood up with a groan, carefully holding you in his arms. He strode back around to his desk, seating himself in his worn-out leather chair. He reclined with you in his arms, happier than he had been for a while.

" On second thought, that astral dome was not the sole thing that made me happy. I undoubtedly have that right here in my arms. " If your face could've flushed even more, it would have, you wiggling your legs in ecstatic joy. The Narrator continued, beginning to ramble. " Now that I'm really contemplating it, I suppose I've been infatuated with you since the very start. Ever since I had realized it was not Stanley that I was narrating, it was then I began falling for you. " 

This was exactly something you had been longing for since you initially heard The Narrator's lovely voice. Being comfortably held in his lap while being able to listen to him ramble on to his heart's content. Unfortunately, your ability to listen to him slowly dampened as his velvety voice lulled you to sleep. Once you're just about to cross into the land of dreams, you hear one last thing uttered to you, followed by a fond kiss.

" Rest well, my love. You're safe here in my arms. " The Narrator gave a soft smile as you closed your eyes.

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[totally-snowy]

What would be a completely normal morning for the Narrator, would it be domestic or would he go out as soon as he wakes up?

HI ANON OMG TYSM FOR ASKING!!!!! If you don’t mind I’ll be describing it with a romantic undertone with the reader, hope that’s okay!

The Narrator in the Morning

- The Narrator is extremely clingy. And he’s not a morning person

-Like, at all. This is going to be set before he gets stuck on the Parable with Stanley because why not

-All he wants is to cuddle you all day, everyday, no stopping.

-(self indulgent again) depending on the day, the moment he realizes he actually can stay with you, he’s burying his head in your chest. He sighs slowly if he feels your heart beating fast (unaware he’s the one causing the change LMAO), as if to convince you to breathe slower. This works, and you can feel yourself melting like putty in his arms.

-“What are you doing?” You would say, suppressing a giggle. He would just simply give a elated smile and slowly rub your back, enjoying the little noises of content you make.

-He’s very, very VERY tired in the mornings, no matter how much sleep he gets. Your chest is basically an invitation to be a pillow in his eyes.

-The moment he realizes and truly wakes up (he’s in a state of half-sleep the entire time) he’s a flustered mess, constantly apologizing, to your great enjoyment.

(THANKS FOR READING I LUV U ALL <3333)

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[that-new-author]

Yooo, ok, so I was just wondering if you could do a really touch starved, clingy Narrator snuggling his S/O? You can change whatever to your hearts desire! Thank you! I love your stories so much!

I had an idea and I went with it for this one-

Reader x Clingy, Touch-Starved Narrator

“Nooooooo..”

You roll your eyes as you hear a groan come from the man you were asleep with. You had assumed he was asleep as well, rookie mistake. All-powerful beings technically don’t need sleep.

Narrator wraps his arms tighter around you, attempting to pull you back into the bed, but eventually failing. You chuckle as you move his arms off of you, getting up to make breakfast for the two of you, even though technically Narrator doesn’t have to eat.

Just when you thought he’d given up, an invisible force had pulled you back into the bed, leaving you looking up, dazed. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Narrator looking down at you with a smirk before pulling you back into an unplanned cuddle session.

“Is now really the time?”, you ask him, looking towards him with a feigned exasperated look. “Don’t you have your story to work on?”

“Oh screw the story for now! I am in dire need for your attention and you’re willing to ignore me?”, he replied dramatically. You sigh and flip around so you’re facing him.

“‘Screw the story,’ eh? A little while ago, even the thought of saying the would be absolutely blasphemous!”, you teased him lightheartedly, a grin painting your face.

He rolls his eyes. “Oh please, I was blasphemous! Now pipe down and hug me,”, he buries his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms back around you.

“That doesn’t even ma-“ you were cut off by a shushing noise coming from him. You stop talking, but continue trying to pull away, pushing away from him. It takes a couple minutes of pushing before you give up. Narrator is stubborn, he will not let go.

“Finally come to your senses, hm?”, he chuckles, a smile on his face. You just sigh and lean into him, burying your face into the fabric of his shirt.

Narrator’s hand snakes its way to the back of your head, gently petting your hair. Your breathing slows as you lean into him further, closing your eyes. The rise and fall of his chest comforts you, and you match your breathing to his.

Every time he moves, he lets out a little hum. Most of his movements are him just trying to scoot closer to you, but at this point it is physically impossible to get any closer to you.

He wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world and, if you were being honest, neither would you.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

When watching people play The Stanley Parable, I always thought it be really cool if in the middle of it the Narrator was interrupted by a door opening and someone saying something like “hey how’s the game going? Have you eaten something yet?” And the Narrator getting flustered and apologizing to Stanley that they need to take a break and eat dinner. If it’s ok with you can you write something with this idea? (If you aren’t too overwhelmed with ask of course)

"You, too?! Unbelievable. I'm at the mercy of an entire species of invalids.." Scratching his head in annoyance, Narrator could only watch as Stanley went right back into the broom closet with no intentions of leaving.

This felt like a betrayal of sorts.

Was this some kind of joke? What was so special about this closet? Did he only stay in here for extra dialogue? Or to uncover some hidden secret?!

He couldn't understand his motivations. And trying to force himself to understand was starting to make his headache come back. It's been gnawing at his brain all day long, yet he elected to ignore it.

The story had to go on!

"Perhaps there's a monkey nearby you can hand the controls to? A fish? A fungus?” He sighed tiredly. “Look..you can-"

Suddenly he heard a door creak open. Not the broom closet within the game, but within his own realm, causing him to swivel around to see you there.

"Hey, Narry. How’s the game going?”

“[Y/n]! I told you not to--!!!”

“Have you eaten anything today?”

But before he could chastise you for interrupting, he thought about your question and realized...no, he doesn’t recall eating anything today. Of course, he’d have tea and coffee to keep himself awake, though actual sustenance? An actual meal??

He forgets that he needed those a lot more than he’d like to admit. Maybe that’s why he was letting this broom closet nonsense get to him so much.

“...as a matter of fact, I-I don’t believe so.” A bit flustered, and sensing Stanley’s confusion, he turned back to his desk and adjusted his mic. “You’ll have to excuse me for a moment, Stanley. My partner calls. So while I’m taking a much needed break, feel free to write me a 10-page essay on what exactly this godforsaken closet means to you and maybe..just maybe I’ll get a better understanding of your perspective.” 

After muting himself, Narrator took off his headset and put it down, sighing heavily as he saw you coming over. He clearly looked tired, which made you pout a little. You didn’t like seeing him ignore basic needs for the sake of his story. He often forgot he was an actual person.

“You don’t have to look so deeply into things.” You hugged him. “Maybe he just likes closets.”

“But I can’t help it when he goes off-script..” He grumbled into your chest. “I'm just trying to understand why. I need to. Is he expecting something to just magically happen?! You think I should board it up next time-?”

“Shh, you’re getting worked up again. We’ll talk about it over dinner, okay?” You gently cut him off, pulling away so he can get out of his chair. “You can’t expect yourself to write on an empty stomach.”

“You made us dinner?” He blinked, a soft smile gracing his lips soon after. “Oh, [y/n]. You’re too good to me. Perhaps that’s why this broom closet situation has me more irritable than normal. I’m simply famished.”

You just chuckled and took his hands. “You and your fancy words. C’mon. Before it gets cold.”

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