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cartmankisser · 2 years ago
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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 😭
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— 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.
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b4bybones · 2 years ago
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no one asked but i cant stop thinking about how the narrator is such a helpless romantic..
i mean it's obvious that he loves to write. just imagine all the poetic love letters he leaves scattered around, "hidden" for you to find. all the short stories you find in his journals where the main characters always end up falling in love.. you can't help but notice how the protagonists are always so painfully similar to you. from appearance, to personality, to the very situation you've found yourself in.
he's never been good with expressing his feelings, especially when it comes to being vulnerable, so that's honestly the closest you would get to an actual confession until you decide to make the first move.
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employee052 · 6 months ago
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get smooched
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fluffytimearts · 11 months ago
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Since everyone likes my version of Stanley Parable's Narrator heres some sketches I made!
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One more chibi than the other but again, my art style is hella inconsistent so forgive me--
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texy-toost · 2 years ago
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thesnakeslibrary · 10 months ago
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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.
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" 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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creampill · 2 years ago
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hi, hello, i'd love to see romantic obsessed narrator please.
hello????
uh hi welcome to my inbox. sorry I kind of lost my mind seeing you hop in here less than a minute after I reblogged your post while fangirling over your writing.
well, I’ll take a chance to be grossly self-indulgent any day. here’s your meal!
Romantic Obsessed Narrator/Reader HCs
- if you’ve read soup’s writing on the platonic version of this subject, then you know the main vibe that narry gives off when he’s in this kind of headspace
- he will do anything to keep your attention. Whatever it takes.
- he will keep making new content for as long as he needs too- he will read off different scripts, write and rewrite new ones, reward every single incremental decision you make to keep you interested.
- a romantic narry wouldn’t want to make you scared of him though. He wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable or confused- maybe then you’d leave him. He’d never have a chance to woo you if you had a grudge against him.
- so he tries not to make it too obvious how much he’s tailoring the experience of the game to you. He’ll try to make it all fit in seamlessly with the rest of the games shenanigans.
- you, the player, don’t really see anything odd at the start. The game is so layered with secrets you’re not really shocked that you’ve found things you haven’t heard about before. That’s just how the game is.
- his obsession is the kind that manifests as a collection, almost hoarding: whatever information he learns about you, he cherishes.
- for the sake of this concept, let’s say you have some kind of mic attached to the game. Something that transmits your voice, your reactions- the thing that he fell in love with in the first place.
- something about your personality just… enraptured him. he wants to know more about you. He wants to know everything about you. Every piece of information, he keeps.
- He has an incredibly strong memory, but he knows how fragile the mind can be (r.e; the confusion ending), so he writes down what he knows about you. He writes all the tiny details down, everything he learns, every itty bitty thing.
- your favourite colour? The way you laugh? Your birthday you mentioned offhandedly? The exact times and dates you log into the game?
- everything. He keeps everything. In excruciating detail, too- his fanciful and descriptive writing style translates over to this too. He’s filled pages and pages with his fawning over you.
- these details also leak into the game, personalising it to you. Other endings pop up in your favourite genres; the adventure line changes colour to your favourite; the outside in the freedom ending becomes more and more similar to your childhood home.
- he also uses this information to make you more attracted to him.
- if it’s his voice that gets you (like it does the rest of us)? Then maybe he just happens to sit a bit closer to his microphone. Maybe he purrs his lines a little sweeter or dips his voice lower based on your reactions. Maybe he complements you more than normal- maybe he teases you relentlessly. Whatever makes you flustered is what he strives for.
- if it’s his silly dorky humour and endearing dialogue? Prepare for more jokes. Stupider ones. And a whole lot more dialogue for every possible choice and situation- Whatever made you laugh the hardest.
- and if it’s his stories? His prose, his talent as a creative? He will write for you. He will craft as many beautiful and unique and detailed routes as you want. He will act his ass off for you, moving you from laughter to tears, if that’s what makes you happy.
- it’s hard for him to contain how much he loves you sometimes.
- every time you leave, his heart breaks. He knows you have a life outside of the game- but he just wishes he could be part of that, too.
- when you haven’t played for a while, he has to hold himself back from cheering aloud when you load back in.
- he has to hold back the joy in his voice when you get excited, trying so hard not to laugh along with you. You were just so infectious- it was almost impossible to stop himself.
- but the narrator would defy impossible for you.
- because he loves you. And that means doing whatever would make you happy. Even if it’s impossible.
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lotus02lavish · 2 years ago
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Would you be able to write Narrator x Reader Dating Headcanons, Just general hcs. You may want to add some of your own if you like to! Also, Reader is gender-neutral. :]
[Ooooh yeeaah, our big dilf is on the building! 😏]
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{Narrator x Gn! Reader = Dating Headcanons} 💛
《 Love is in the Air 》
➳ The Stanley Parable (Ultra Deluxe) 【TSPUD】 // Romance // Headcanons!
"Oh, you don't want to see the cool surprise I made for you? Well fine! You're a dork anyway, so who cares?" *A few moments later* "Oh. Nevermind, you're not a dork."
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The first time you came to the office in a game title 'Stanley Parable (Ultra Deluxe)' and the Narrator realize his champion named Stanley transform completely to be your body, it is panic time rising from down to the above. Like, you are confused how on earth did you get there, and The Narrator is now frusrated by the fact that his game ruined by a random character.
Nonetheless, after a long while you and The Narrator finally getting along just fine, you want to experience the feeling of love and dig to know him even better, so why not just date him already?
Truth be told, You are the one who make the first move and ask him to date with you. This result of how nervous mix stubborn (Tsundere) The Narrator feels and end up to accept your offer.
Your date place with him is in the zen/space/peaceful room. Both of you are together happy to watch the pretty aura lights and listen to the calming music. Obviously avoiding the stairs OF DOOM.
The Narrator's cheesy/flirty pick up lines with his fine wine voice never fails to make you even more blush. Sometimes you have the courage to shoot him with your compliments.
"Ugh, I hate how cute you are."
"And you tell a story like your hands play tunes."
The Narrator likes to sing about you or any romantic songs which he had memorized.
The Narrator absolutely give you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and candy or chocolate. If you do not want any of those gifts, then he will create present of things that you have always wanted for a long time.
The Narrator secretly writing poems about you and kept those majestic words in paper to himself since he still thinks 'it is not good enough' to impress you yet.
When The Narrator finally dares to show up to you in his physical human body form with a smug face, you cannot take your eyes off him. Dilf mode, dilf icon, dilf augh, the dilf, daddy.
The most enjoyable activity for the two of you is slow dancing and swaying to the slow-beat music.
The Narrator's obsession to holding your hand, comfortably hugging you, and kissing your face nor lips is never going to stop.
The important thing is: You are his, and he is yours. The two lovers cannot be separated until the end.
──・ 。゚☆*. .* ☆゚.──・☆゚.──・。゚☆ *. .* ──
Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy = Queen
"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy~
What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?
Write my letter
Feel much better
And use my fancy patter on the telephone."
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supersillyval · 2 years ago
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I like to think the narrator would fulently know all of the languages in the settings menu, which would be english, french, italian, german, spanish and russian.
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tiredcatboysinc · 8 months ago
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Thank you for being there
Hiiii :] It's another TSP fiiiic, this time brought to you by my therapist!!! (I love it when my therapist lets me write a whole fanfic for my next session <3)
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Summary: "Dear? Are you quite alright? You seem perturbed..." Narrators footsteps are heard walking towards you when you don't respond,
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Context warning(s): The reader is very sad, also a lot of crying..., but it's very very light angst
A long sigh escapes you as you toss in your bed for the 20th time tonight, the bright red numbers on your digital clock burning your retinas. Your cheeks were stained with tears, and your throat was drier than the fucking Sahara desert. Maybe you should go and get some water... But that means walking past your boyfriend's, The Narrator's, office... A groan leaves your mouth, one that was much louder than anticipated. You grab a pillow and shove it over your face, the feeling of tears pricking your eyes burns at this point. A grumble of slurred curses leaves your mouth when you hear the light being clicked on, and you realize you must have alerted Narrator with that loud ass groan... 
"Dear? Are you quite alright? You seem perturbed..." Narrators footsteps are heard walking towards you when you don't respond, and you hear the creek of the mattress when he sits next to you. A soft palm is placed on top of your hand, pulling it off the pillow and removing the pillow from your face. Narrator can see the tear stains, and how your red face is, he knows you've been crying for a while now. You shuffle away from Narrator in an attempt to hide your face again, but you fail as Narrator grabs onto your hand to pull you back. He sits you up, holding both of your hands in his. 
"My dear, what's wrong?," he questions as his thumb runs over your knuckles lovingly. A soft grumble leaves your lips as you turn away from his gaze, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes. The Narrator gives you a gentle look, his eyes full of concern. "You don't have to talk about it, but if you do, I'm here, love." He presses a kiss to your knuckles, and you burst out into a silent sob. You bite your bottom lip to keep it from quivering, but it ultimately fails once you lean onto Narrators shoulder. He places a hand to your back to rub soothing circles onto it, as he shushes you softly you let out soft hitched breaths. 
"You're alright, my dear, I'm right here..." He whispers tenderly as his palm rubs your back. A long sob of gasps and sniffles is let out when you raise to look at him, and he brings a hand to wipe your tears. Narrators hand sits on your cheek, his thumb wiping your tears in a soft motion. You had never had someone care this much... Not until now. It felt scary, and honestly you felt you didn't deserve all his tender touches. Though something told you The Narrator knew that, and that was why he always gave them to you... 
The Narrator smiles sweetly at you, tilting his head slightly to gaze into your tear-filled eyes. "No matter how much you cry, love, you still look dashing." That statement makes you giggle a bit, and he chuckles along with you. "You think so...?" You questioned, a bit skeptical. You felt like you looked awful, like a hot mess, but Narrator nodded regardless of your thoughts. "Of course, you're one of the most handsome boys I've ever seen!" He states with much enthusiasm, his smile growing slightly. 
It always made your cheeks light up a bit when The Narrator complimented you, his words always made you flustered. A final shift is let out, and you wipe your remaining tears. "Thanks... Really, Narry, I don't think you know how much that means to me." You mumble into the palm of his hand, your eyes closing as you lean into the warmth. The Narrator chuckles and rubs his thumb under your eye tenderly. He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, and you think... You think maybe everything will be alright. Maybe you're going to be okay. 
You think a lot of things as you sit with your wonderful partner, listening to him hum a gentle tune as he watches you nuzzle into his palm. In all honesty, you think you're going to be okay. No, you know it. A smile crosses your face, and you look up to The Narrator. "Thank you, again, Narry." He hums in response, chuckling a little before he speaks. "For what, my love?" He tilts his head in curiosity, fluttering his eyelashes slightly. 
You shrug, a soft, content hum leaving your lips. "For always being there for me." You pause for a moment and remove your head from his palm. You lean in and press a gentle kiss to Narrators lips, "I love you.”
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dawnbreaaker · 2 years ago
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Look out! Here comes my first writing piece!
To be completely honest, I'm not sure what to title this. I heard a slightly depressing tiktok audio and this is what came into fruition from it. Enjoy. Oh and also. I know this is tagged angst but it really isn't heart wrenching enough to classify. So uhhhh yeah.
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Admittedly, you were getting attached.
Falling for someone who didn’t exist.
A set of pre recorded lines
that made your heart flutter like no other.
In the grand scheme of things,
his existence seemed inconsequential.
But he was special.
Special to you.
His laughter,
sarcastic remarks and smart quips;
Something no one could replace,
you think.
Playing that silly little game that brings you such joy,
his voice appears,
washing away every doubt in your mind.
Even so,
your heart aches.
Such an intricate thing this game was.
You couldn’t deny
He was everything you wanted,
right there.
Yet so far out of reach.
But you’re okay with that.
Stanley in your place,
While you yearn for someone
You can never have.
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cartmankisser · 2 years ago
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have you ever written general dating/nsfw hcs for the narrator from the stanley parable…??? if you haven’t…cough em’ up bc i need him SO badly. /j
okay more tsp 🤭 for being a literal voice, he’s so adorable
i didnt add any nsfw to this (sorry!!!!!) but you can request nsfw headcanons separately if you’d like :)
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— one of the best things about dating the narrator would be his ability to create romantic and memorable experiences! he might surprise you with a romantic picnic in the park, or take you on a spontaneous road trip to see the stars! and he can be such a hopeless romantic, writing love letters for you and using big fancy words to tell you how much he loves you.
however, i feel like he could also be unpredictable and moody. he might suddenly switch from being charming and romantic to distant and aloof, leaving you wondering what you did wrong 😭,, he’s just a bit of a drama queen and he’ll be over it in fifteen minutes anyways
you would have to be comfortable with being in the spotlight, as the narrator can be quite theatrical and he just loves to perform. he might recite poetry to you in public, or make grand gestures that draw attention from those around you.
he can also be quite controlling at times,,, as he likes to be in charge of the situation. this can usually be both exhilarating and frustrating, as you might feel like you are being led on a journey without knowing where it will end up.
and i feel like he can also be quite intense at times, and might struggle with expressing his emotions in a healthy way. he might become jealous or possessive quite easily, and could have a tendency to overanalyze and overthink situations.
despite these potential issues, the narrator would always try to be honest and upfront with you about his feelings. He would see communication as a key component of any healthy relationship, and would encourage you to be open and honest with him as well!!
he would be an excellent listener, and would always be there to offer support and advice when you need it. he would be able to see things from your perspective and would try to understand your feelings and motivations.
i feel like he would be super attentive to your needs and desires, and would go out of his way to make you feel special and appreciated! this could include things like giving you your favorite snacks, surprising you with thoughtful gifts, or taking you on extravagant dates!
overall though, dating the narrator would be a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences. you would have to be prepared for the unexpected, and be willing to take a chance on someone who isn’t like anyone else you have ever met. it would be a complex and challenging experience, but one that would be filled with love, passion, and commitment! he would always keep you on your toes, and would never let things become dull or routine.
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dervampireprince · 1 year ago
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ASMR | The Stanley Parable - Narrator x Listener SFW Taking A Break With The Narrator
[M4A] [Established relationship] [Teasing] [Listener takes the place of Stanley but isn't named, so can be Stanley or whoever you'd like]
He's back! I can't remember who asked for him to come back but I know I've been getting some requests in and it's been some months so he's back!
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employee052 · 3 months ago
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cant wait for the new dating sim: swooned by the narrative starring virgil as the narrator /j
(there isnt gonna be a dating sim, i just wanted to show this drawing i did but as a visuan novel, so i slapped it into renpy aksjhd)
for the image clean check under the cut!
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biribaa · 2 years ago
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Make a wish
Employee 432/Timekeeper x reader
TW/CW: Some bad words
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Please choose a Screen and Subtitle Language.
Then you chose.
Have you played The Stanley Parable before?
Then you answered.
Please adjust the slider until the computer is barely visible.
Then you confirmed.
Please enter the current time.
Then, you chose.
Timekeeper cautiously watched all of your choices, trying to gather as much information as they could. Especially at the time part, where it was usually when they gets the most irritated. People always just leave and let at 12:00 PM, but not you. You, in fact, took the time to look at the time on your cell phone, and correctly enter the time, as requested.
Timekeeper secretly took pleasure in it, having a shred of hope that you really will get the time right next time too.
And they waited in the dark.
...
A few hours passed, and they noticed your presence coming back.
Please enter the current time.
Then, you did. Again, picking up your phone from the table and entering the time.
Hang on, hang on
Your eyebrows went up, you weren't expecting this.
Before we get started, can I just say something?
Your fingers moved away from the keyboard, and with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation, your hand slowly settled on the mouse, clicking in the black screen.
Thank you for actually setting the clock both times you've booted up the game.
Oh, sweet. With that, you grown a smile.
You were used to the Narrator always saying that you always do everything wrong and that you are always ruining his story. Even when you want to do something good, not the Narrator, but the game forces you to let him down once again with you. Seriously, when was the last time the Narrator said a "thank you" or even an "I'm proud"? Even if he was mad at Stanley, you were hurted because of Stanley's mistakes.
But then, you finally get a "thank you" for doing something good. And, and... You felt happy, you felt good.
"Thanks..." You muttered quietly, even knowing that whoever was that white text was, will not listen to you, just like Narrator.
Then, you clicked again.
A lot of people don't take that step seriously. They just leave the clock set at 12:00 and call it a day.
You're not impressed by this, you know how the vast majority of The Stanley Parable players are, always wanting to be entertained even if that means making someone genuinely mad.
You clicked again.
But you're actually taking the time to set the clock, and I appreciate that.
They appreciate you, unlike Narrator, and that just made you smile slightly more.
You clicked.
That's how I know that you care about this experience, you're paying attetion.
"Thanks." You said once again, more happily. And you clicked again.
I don't even have any way of knowing if the times you're setting are correct!
You clicked.
Tell you what, I'll make you a deal.
Oh? You got interessed.
You straightened your posture and moved your chair closer to the computer desk. And clicked
Since you've been so cooperative, next time you boot up the game and see this screen, just set the clock to your FAVORITE time.
You gasped.
Finally! A reward for doing something good! Something that Narrator never ever thought, in your vision. This just made your smile and interess in whoever was that setting person more bigger.
You clicked enthusiastically.
Go ahead, pick whinchever time you want! Even if it's not the correct time! You've earned it.
Yes, you have earned it. After enduring so many, many Narrator's rants for something you didn't even did and didn't want to do, you deserved it. Something that not even the Narrator, someone you've spent over and over again with endings together, notices. But this stranger did. They did.
Your heart softened and your eyes filled with hope. You cupped your head in the palm of your own hand and clicked again on the black screen.
Alright, I'll let you get back to the video game now.
Wait, already?
You clicked again after reading, just to come across the big title of the game and the options in white color. But no black background.
You stared at your own screen for a few seconds with your face expressionless, and your head slowly pulling out of your hand. Wait, you're going to see that person again, right?
You went back to playing the game, but you'd be lying if you didn't admit that for certain moments, you were thinking about that person, whoever they are.
You are going to see they again, right?
Timekeeper, too, was thinking about you, there's not much they could do in a black void. You sounded like a player, not another proctor making fun of their face that they can't do things a proctor can do. And, well, you set the time, unlike other players.
You were a nice one, that's is Timekeeper's first impression of you. And because of that, Timekeeper wishes to know more about you, but they can't talk, nor do something more than set the time, make sliders and give you options of "yes" or "no". Stupid. They want to be free. Some type of help, any.
But no, they're stuck now.
They at least got you. Finally, something that isn't the Narrator or the black void.
So, Timekeeper made a promise to themself: They will collect as much information about you as possible so they can get to know you better. They need to get to know you better.
They just want a friend, but apparently that's asking too much to the universe.
...
Hours passed -at least, Timekeeper thinks the hours passed- and they once again felt your presence return to the dark infinity of theirs.
Please enter the current time.
And once again, you checked your phone, and entered the current time. But in the middle of the process, you froze, remembering the last few texts from the settings person, as you like to call they now.
"Oh, yeah, favorite time. Sorry" So, you set your favorite time and pressed "confirm".
Ahhh, __:__ __. Your favorite time of day.
You smiled once again, happy to see they again. You clicked.
Or... could you simply not resist giving me the correct time again?
You let out a chuckle. "What a charming mate", you thought, clicking again in the screen.
After all, I know how much you enjoy setting the time correctly.
You laid your head on your hand, just like the last time, smiling. You clicked after reading.
Okay now I'm curious how accurate __:__ __ is. Let's use another slider to find out.
And when you clicked in the screen, a white slider appeared, with a question, How accurate is __:__ __?
So, you pushed the slider to the position you thought defined your opinion better, and pressed the confirm button.
You know, can I just say, regardless of the accuracy of the clock, I'm having a great time adjusting these settings.
"Hey, me too." You spoke, even if you know they couldn't hear you, you chiped happily. Then, you clicked.
It's good to collect data.
You clicked.
I wish we had more sliders! But we've gone through all the sliders I have.
"Aw...Same" Then you clicked again.
Hmm... perhaps I can invent some new sliders to gather new data on you.
On you? You are moving closer to the table with your chair, but at the same time relaxing more in the chair. You clicked.
And then, you came across several sliders, one with a dog and a cat becoming friends, one with the numbers 5 and 9, and so on. You had fun, and it was cute that the settings person cared about you having fun.
And there was also-
Help.
Uh?
You clicked "Yes".
What time is it?
Does anyone really, truly know?
Of course they don't. Nobody knows anything.
You and I don't even know each other. We're like stranger.
"...Don't say that..." You quietly said. Reading the white words with caution. You didn't saw they as a stranger, but yes as a friend.
Sure, I've adjusted all of the game's setting to your exact specifications, but who hasn't?
It's just what I do, like a day job.
And now... the job is over.
You stared at the screen in confusion, they aren't coming back? Will you ever see them again? What does they mean by that? You kept clicking, reading all the texts that appeared in the void, your happiness slowly turning into a degrading panic and sadness.
And I still don't really know you.
And you don't know me.
"...Not true..." You wished they could listen to you.
You won't have me here when the game starts next time, but that's okay.
"What? No, no it's not!" You tensed. No, no, you don't want to lost they.
Perhaps you'll see me again, if you can find me.
Talk soon.
You stared at the screen, and if you could protest, you would. And the game menu appeared, but the last words they said were still running through your head.
"If you can find me"
...
And you did. You did the effort to find them.
Stanley, the puppet you control, stared at the computer in the empty room. Your curiosity bubbled as the screen zoomed in on the computer.
Hello again.
It's nice to see you.
But they were not talking with Stanley, someone empty, they were talking with you.
"Same." And you smiled.
They offered a deal, a union. Make more, and more The Stanley Parable games until the sun explodes. It was quite wrong, but it's not like just changing the title will destroy eveything, right? And you even got the broken achievement! What a nice person.
And again, everytime you open the game, you see that same black void again, asking for a new game title, again, and again.
...
Normally you would think they would just ask for a new title and leave, but quite the contrary, Timekeeper wanted to spend time with you. Screw the game, or the Narrator, or the other proctors, they got you! A friend, a real one!
Your first conversations started in the seventh title, when you came across another white text.
Wait, wait, wait! Can I have a chat with you? It's been a while, so.
And that's where you two never stopped.
Timekeeper has never been happier. They have been exclued so many times in the office by others, but not you! You were more excited to talk to them than the Narrator, who was supposed to be the main star of the game. How privileged were they to have a friend as loyal as you?
Timekeeper couldn't wait to talk to you in the hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades to come! You don't get out of Timekeeper's head, always causing a warm feeling in their chest.
You, too, couldn't stop talking and thinking of Timekeeper. Maybe you were lonely or not, but still, something as simple as plain white text could interest you so easily.
And right now, this was already the The Stanley Parable sequel number 146 you created with Timekeeper. And again, you two spend minutes talking and laughing, with the game not even started
-It was because she had no limbs! Hahaha!
It was a rather strange joke with decapitation, but you laughed. You deeply wanted Timekeeper to be able to hear you, and so did they.
You laughed, right?
You pressed the "Yes" button without any hesitation.
Great! I'm glad you liked my joke.
;).
You smiled with genuine happiness, and laid your head in your arms at your desk.
Oh. Hey, I almost forgot.
Please enter the current time.
And the big 12:00 PM popped up. And with pleasure, you grabbed your phone to check the time and put it on.
11:11 PM, nice. You moved your mouse to the time settings, and entered the time of right now, 11:11 PM.
Oh? 11:11 PM?
As I recall, you can make a wish at that time. I don't really know why, but they say to just make a wish.
Quick! Make a wish!
"Oh! Okay!"
You lifted your head and closed your eyes, bringing your palms together. And you started thinking about your wish. Starting to focus, on the wish.
What is something you really want that's been stuck in your chest for a long time?
Wait, why are you thinking so much about a wish? no offense but it's just something fun not to be taken seriously.
So, you just thought about something you wished to happen.
"I wish... For you to stay with me and be free. Be together." You murmured, a peak of hope could be heard in your voice.
You opened your eyes, putting your arms on the table. And you already found them waiting for you.
You already made your wish?
At the bottom there was another option of "Yes" and "No". You pressed "Yes"
My turn!
I wish...
Timekeeper took a few seconds, thinking about their next words, about how much you meant to them, and about everything the two of you had been through. How loyal and honest you were, and the only person who really cared for them, unlike the other co-workers.
And you easily made them happy, Timekeeper didn't depend on their own happiness on you, but even so, you managed to make their day much happier.
You were extremely important to them.
And they really wants the best for you.
And they would love to know your voice, your appearance, your smile...
But without even noticing it, Timekeeper found a big smile sprouting on their own face, and a warm feeling in their chest.
...
Timekeeper was in love with you.
"Fuck, shit!" They though, screaming silently. This has never happened to them, and they don't know how to react. But... It felt good. It is good, right? Because... They feel very well that it is. But what prevented all this from going wrong? Of you abandoning them? Of you going back to the Narrator?
The feeling was fuzzy, and now it did their face warm, they hated It. Timekeeper growled in rage, thinking of all the possibilities to get out of the situation, to go back to being alone and not face any more disappointments.
...But Timekeeper never thought of just letting the feeling flow. What would happen if they just... Let it in? Admit it that they are deeply in love with you? Simply try having a actual relationship with you, and try to be happy?
They thought. You waited.
...I hope all the best for you and... I hope we can meet, maybe outside the game, someday, who knows, haha.
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the-naughty-parable · 2 years ago
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Okay, I need your help. After the next fic (the Narrator gets topped) I'll try my hand at a NarratorxReader pov smut fic. I need help brainstorming
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