#tspud 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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#tsp #tsp narrator x reader #tsp narrator #tsp x reader #the stanely parable #the stanley parable #the Stanley parable ultra deluxe #tspud #tspud narrator #tspud narrator x reader #cas.txt #anonymous #ask

[creampill]

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.

#asks #reader insert #x reader #narrator x reader #tsp #tsp narrator x reader #tspud #tspud narrator #tspud narrator x reader #YEAH I WROTE A LOT TEEHEE #I’m so normal ❤️

[high-achiever-dream]

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! 😏]

{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.

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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."

#narrator x reader #tsp narrator x reader #tspud narrator x reader #tsp narrator #tsp x reader

[nonotternine]

a love letter from the Narrator to the reader

(Okay I’m posting it. It’s kind of long so I’ll put it under the cut, with a brief tag list at the end)

My dearest Reader, 

You truly are the pinnacle of beauty. Every day I look at you and ask the stars how they could have made something more divine than themselves, and every night I ponder what I have done to deserve you and what I must do to keep you. You are more than my muse, you are my love itself, my hope, and my heart. Without you, this world would be nothing. My stories ached for you before I found you. As exquisite as they are, they almost wane in comparison to your magnificence. 

How fortunate I am to have met you. I couldn’t bear to live in this world without you. You have shown me love and kindness beyond measure. You have blessed me with passion and prosperity for years to come. The bond we forged as narrator and reader strengthened me. Our connection is my greatest treasure. I know our fates are forever joined. 

And yet, as I write this letter, I gaze upon the poems you have never read. I yearn for you, dear Reader. You have given me insurmountable joy and left me with an aching want. Even when we’re together, I pine for you. I crave for the touch of your lips and my name spoken from your tongue in the same manner I speak yours. You hand me a mug of tea and I become drunk on the passing touch of your fingers against mine. We sit only inches apart and yet the space between us is so vast, to my heart we may as well be on opposite sides of the universe. When you are with me, I couldn’t feel farther away. 

It is only in my dreams that we are truly together. For in my dreams, you share the same feelings as I. We dance under the moonlight and I tell you I will love you as long as the stars burn in the sky. It is in my dreams that you fall asleep to me running my fingers through your hair, whispering the sweet story of our freedom. Our happily ever after. 

I wake up knowing that these dreams are wishes. They are unfulfilled longings made only real by my writing. And so I write our stories, these saccharine tales in which you hold your hands in mine and kiss me softly underneath the stars of a universe that has not kept us apart. You tell me that we are together, and we always will be. You promise me that you will never leave. You say you love me, in the same manner of the word as I, you. 

It is transient, but for a moment, I believe you. I lift my pen from the paper and I am once again faced with the reality that you have promised me no such love. There is only one thin apartment wall and a universe between us. 

Perhaps one day, I will tell you this. Perhaps then you will love me in the nature I so covet. Until then, I suppose all I can do is yearn. 

Yours sincerely, 

The Narrator

OKAY WHEW IM ACTUALLY POSTING THIS!!!

Everyone please a big thank you to my beta reader, @vellichorom for being my beta reader and giving me the courage to actually post this. They made this process so much easier and seriously relieved a lot of my anxiety.

I would also like to thank @give-soup-please for offering to beta as well! Part of the reason I’ve decided to just go ahead and post this is because I want to do it before I chicken out. Any advice or critique you may have for me is seriously appreciated!! I love your work and I take so much inspiration from you so thank you so much!!

And lastly I’d like to thank @continentalblue​ for posting about tspud and effectively getting me into it. This letter is only a very small piece of what I’ve written, but something about the Narrator has me writing like crazy, which is a wonderful feeling.

#bro this is the first time ive posted a fic in LITERAL YEARS #but its happening!!! hello everyone!!! #i hope me thanking everyone that helped wasn't too cheesy. it's just they are all very important and I'm super grateful to them!! <3 #okay ill stop talking. roll the tags! #tspud #tsp #the stanley parable #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #tsp narrator x reader #tspud narrator x reader #tspud the narrator #tsp the narrator #tspud narrator #also disclaimer this was originally part of a bigger WIP so some of what the narrator says are not examples of healthy boundaries #he's traumatized yall!! he's lonely and clingy and touchstarved!!! #okay. here goes

[texy-toost]

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#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

[employee052]

POV: You fell asleep during movie night with The Narrator and woke up cuddled beside him.

[Ah, you're awake. You only missed just a few minutes of the movie. Though to be perfectly honest, you probably would of had a better experience sleeping than watching this film yourself.]

[Don't worry, I don't mind it one bit. You can sit comfortably right beside me and I will do my best to keep my witty comments against this god forsaken film quiet enough for you to sleep peacefully.]

small doodle go brrr i really wanna hug n cuddle him so bad send help-

(i tried to doodle it so it looks like ur right beside him but eh its late at night this is just a little doodle)

#artswin #tsp narrator #tspud narrator #the narrator #narrator x reader #the narrator x reader #self ship #self shipping

[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 😭

[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

[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.

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #the narrator x reader #authors requests #tsp #tspud #tspud narrator #writing #writing requests

[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.

#tsp narrator #tsp #tspud #stanley parable ultra deluxe #the narrator #the narrator x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #no y/n #hurt/comfort #the zending #zending #the stanley parable #fanfic #writer #writing

[supersillyval]

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.

#tsp #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #the narrator x reader #stanley x narrator #tspud narrator #tspud bucket #tspud au #tspud fanfic

[continentalblue]

(disembodied voice) narrator x reader who's a sleepyhead. just a sleepy individual

He wants to cuddle you, but he can't :(

So, he settles for the next best thing. A bed with as many pillows as humanly possible

"Consider it a substitute for my unfortunate lack of a physical form."

He reads you bedtime stories willingly (especially if you ask him to read you his script.)

He pulls your blanket back on top of you if you somehow manage to kick it off.

"What? Tired again already? Very well, take a nap."

If you fall asleep as a result of his voice he's so smug. "Of course they would fall asleep. Who wouldn't, listening to my beautiful voice?"

It takes him a while to learn how he should regulate his voice around you. Surprisingly, humans can't sleep though a loud British man screaming about his stories (who knew??) So, there's a bit of a learning curve to that

He liked to watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way, but in a "my significant other feels comfortable enough to fall asleep in my presence and oh my god is this what love feels like"

If you fall asleep when he's narrating he's torn between fondness and irritation

"You humans are all the same," he says as he spawns in a bed. "I don't know why I even bother."

Then when you're conked out all he can think is: "I love you."

#sleepyhead #gender neutral #tsp narrator #tspud #tsp #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable: ultra deluxe #the narrator #tspud narrator #tsp narrator x reader #the narrator x reader #reader x the narrator #the narrator/reader #fluff #tspud headcanons #the blue parable

[nightgeist]

I'm surprised the narrator in the stanley parable hasn't turned into a tumblr sexyman

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

[nonotternine]

narrator giving reader bath snacks

okay you know that one post about the bath snacks? he’s basically that

you’re in the bath, chilling, relaxed, when suddenly he looks up from his latest script and realizes

he is clawing at the door like a cat

“dear Reader, please open the door, you forgot your bath snacks!”

one time he tries to cut you those bunny-eared apple slices

he does not have a lot of experience with knives, so he end up cutting his finger

he also does not have a lot of experience with bleeding. the man is usually a disembodied voice, this whole corporeal body thing is new to him

he comes running into the bathroom, wailing about how he’s bleeding to death

you patch him up with a bandaid and a little kiss and promise him he’s definitely not dying

you are grateful the cut wasn’t worse - the last thing either of you need is for him to lose a finger

“Oh, thank you, reader. What would I have done without you? Surely, I would have perished.”

he’s very dramatic about the whole thing

you’ll have to shower him in affection the rest of the day, but it’s okay

he sticks to bath snacks that don’t require knives until he gets better with them

#sorry i wrote this super quickly and i dont know how coherent it is #had the idea when i was eating chips in the shower #as soon as i got dressed i started typing this. not even proofread but i have homework to do so #enjoy! #tspud #tspud narrator x reader #tsp narrator x reader #tspud the narrator #the stanley parable

[dawnbreaaker]

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.

#narrator x reader #tsp x reader #tsp narrator #god he's so hot #the stanley parable #🔆Dawnposts<3 #angst #angst?? #yeah angst #tsp angst #tspud angst

[the-author-dragon]

Stanley Parable oneshot (Reader insert)

TW: Suicide mention

This was a request from a friend, so I decided to post it here and see if anyone else liked it. I banged this out in about a couple hours, so I don't expect it to be too good

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It was a wonderful day in the office. The walls were gray, the printer was printing (making its delightful printing noise) and the copy machine was happily copying. And best of all, it was another day. It was less of “another day” and more of another loop, as the Narrator found it futile to try and track proper time in the endless loop. Trying to make any sense of it was meaningless. The end was never the end, and all that. Days made sense, anyway. They began, ran their course, and ended. They had meaning. The office was just an endless loop. The Narrator never knew what to think of that, or what that meant. What that meant about him, about Stanley. He never let himself think about that, lest he work himself into a depression trying to think about his meaning in the universe, or his place in anything. Stanley helped. Stanley grounded him. 

If it weren’t for that delightfully mediocre man, the Narrator would have entirely lost his place and forgotten himself. The Narrator didn’t want to think about that. As it turned out, the Narrator didn’t want to think about a lot of things. He liked paths to make sense. He was comfortable with the layout of the office he had made. There was a right way to go and a wrong way. An order to everything. He shuddered (or whatever approximation to shuddering a being without a body can accomplish) at the thought of an open world game, or something else that didn’t fully make sense. 

On the topic of Stanley, which was a topic the Narrator liked to think about a lot, Stanley was somewhere between infuriating and a comfort the Narrator couldn’t live without. Stanley was stubborn, yes. He never did what the Narrator said, always wandered off into the other paths in the office. Then again, he was a good listener. A friend. The Narrator and Stanley hurt each other, but helped each other. Sometimes the loops got too much for Stanley or the Narrator to handle. They took a break from the endless walking. Stanley used to break into frustrated tears in his cubicle. 

The Narrator only knew that he used to, because one day Stanley had started yelling at him (More like signing very furiously. Truth be told the Narrator missed a few words, he wasn’t exactly the best at ASL. Stanley didn’t talk directly to him very often, and he was used to BSL anyway) and told the Narrator he wanted to be alone. The Narrator didn’t know what Stanley did during his free time now, but the Narrator usually hung out by the copy machine during Stanley’s breaks, or in the room of lights he had made for Stanley. (The one Stanley had so ungratefully ignored in favor of slowly killing himself, the jerk.) 

The Narrator needed breaks less than Stanley, but when he did, Stanley mostly sat down on the carpet (or the sand or the tile or wherever else they were) and listened to the Narrator ramble, or sat in silence until the Narrator was ready to talk. Sometimes Stanley talked to him about his thoughts, signing slowly enough for the Narrator to understand. But either way, the two of them would soon be on their way, searching for adventure in the strict paths the Narrator had built, Stanley sometimes betraying the Narrator at the last second after following all his instructions just so the Narrator would nuke the office, just for something interesting to happen. 

The reason any of this is important is that Stanley had not left his cubicle in what felt like three days. He had sat down to take a break, and the Narrator had heard the occasional weak sob, but soon the cubicle went silent. The Narrator had no idea what had happened, and had finally decided to break his silence to address Stanley, hoping he was okay. 

“Stanley?” he said. “Stanley, it’s been a while. Are you okay in there? Do you need me?” No response. “Stanley, I know you can’t talk- well, not in the conventional sense, but please, let me know you’re okay. Knock on the door if you’re okay.” No response. The Narrator began to worry. What was his story without a protagonist? Who was he without someone to prove he was real? He started to pace, in the best way he could without a body. Was he real? What if Stanley wasn’t real? Who was he? He shook the thought away, and decided to check on Stanley, even if he would be horrendously scolded, he’d rather have that than not be sure Stanley was okay. 

He opened the door to someone who was very clearly Not Stanley. Stanley was an incredibly mediocre man. Stanley’s extraordinary mediocrity was comforting, familiar. This was not Stanley, in every sense of it. Who was this? He didn’t know them. Where was Stanley? What had happened to his protagonist? Unbeknownst to him, it was you, the reader, someone else in the place of Stanley for now. 

“I mean this in the most impolite way possible,” The Narrator said, his voice angry and confused and a little bit scared, if the Reader listened close enough. “Who the hell are you?” 

The Reader lifted their hands, started signing like Stanley. Oh, Stanley. How the Narrator missed him already. “I’m the Reader,” the Reader said. “I’m not entirely sure how I got here either.” 

“Where’s Stanley?” The Narrator asked, getting progressively more frustrated. 

“Stanley?” The Reader asked, fingerspelling the name and looking at the Narrator in confusion. “Stanley…” The Reader supposedly said the name again, mostly to themself, using the letter S for his name. “Who’s that?”

“My protagonist!” The Narrator spluttered. “He was in there, in that cubicle, in his cubicle that I gave him! In the cubicle that you just walked out of! What have you done with my protagonist?!”

“I haven’t done anything with him!” The Reader said indignantly, making their signs large and fast then crossing their arms and turning away from the Narrator, or at least where they could approximate where his voice was. 

“Do you really not know where he is?” The Narrator asked. The Reader shook their head. “You know, Stanley is somewhat like you. He’s mute, which isn’t a problem really, there’s nobody else here.” 

“Do you want to find him?” The Reader asked, the Narrator almost missing the words. “Your protagonist?”

“Yes! Yes, I want to find my protagonist, let’s go find him! It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper adventure, so let’s look where he could have gone. I suppose we’ll have to play through my story. You’ll be a good enough stand in for Stanley, though he’s a wonderful protagonist, I hope you live up to it.”

“Good enough?” The Reader asked. 

“Yes, I don’t know your qualifications for being a protagonist, but there’s no time to review your resume. We must press forward anyway.” 

“Whatever.” The Reader started walking down the hall, and the Narrator started improvising a story. 

“The Reader walked down the unfamiliar hall. They were new to this job, yet something was clear. Everyone in the office was gone, perhaps they had just missed a memo. They decided to go to the meeting room, though they didn’t really know the way.” The Reader made it to the legendary crossroads, the left or the right door. “The Reader went through the door on the left.” The Reader, in a strange Stanley-like way, went through the door on the right. “This was not the way to the meeting room, and the Reader had been told this during orientation. But perhaps they wanted to stop by the employee lounge, just to admire it.” 

“Do you need to do that?” The Reader asked. 

“Do what?” 

“The narrating.” 

“Of course, I’m the Narrator. If I don’t narrate, who am I?”

“Right. Carry on.” The two of them continued on until they passed the broom closet. “Oh, check that broom closet. He could be hiding in there. He loves it for some strange reason.”

“This Stanley guy is really weird,” the Reader said, opening the broom closet door only to find cleaning supplies in it, as intended. No protagonist. 

“Yes, but he’s my protagonist. I need to find him. “

The Reader wove their hand dismissively as if to say “Yeah, yeah.” They shut the broom closet door and soldiered on toward destiny. The Reader and the Narrator made it through five endings, only to find nothing but disappointment and a few cockroaches that were wandering the halls. The Reader squished them. “Are you sure we can find this Stanley guy?” 

“Yes,” the Narrator said stubbornly, sitting in a chair best he could, being a voice. He didn’t want to consider who or what he was, but it was getting harder to ignore it. 

“What if we can’t find him?”

The Narrator didn’t respond. 

“Narrator man?”

“I don’t want to think about that.” 

“But what if we can’t?”

“He’s my protagonist. I can’t exactly replace him. It’s not like I can post a help wanted sign outside of the office. This is a closed loop, I can’t bring anyone in here, I can’t leave. Stanley can’t leave. I’m told Stanley once tried to leave, found an escape pod. Couldn’t leave. Was just reset.” The more the Narrator talked, the more upset he got. “Protagonists don’t exactly show up. And I’m a narrator, who am I if I don’t have a protagonist? Who am I if I can’t narrate? What point is the story I spent so much time on? It’s worthless!” The Narrator had begun pacing, and if he had hands, he would be gesturing wildly. 

“I got in here.” 

“You’re an anomaly! I don’t know who you are! I don’t know how you got here! You just showed up and Stanley vanished. I want my protagonist back!” The Narrator sat down on the floor, ignoring how improper it was. He kicked over a chair just to replicate a bit of the stubborn chaos Stanley brought into his life, the unpredictable variables. 

“Can I help you feel better?”

“Yeah, can you start making a bunch of weird decisions? It might replace what Stanley does just a little.” The Reader looked around at the room, noticing a pile of papers. They reached out and slowly pushed the pile of papers onto the floor. “Thank you, Reader. That’s very nice of you,” the Narrator sniffled, trying not to cry. Stanley cried enough for the two of them. 

“Are you okay?” 

“No,” the Narrator said. “How could I? I’m in a functionally useless endless loop, I barely know if I exist, and Stanley isn’t here.”

“You base a lot of your emotional health on one guy. You’ve been endlessly talking about him the entire time we’ve been exploring your game here, and he doesn’t seem all that special.” 

“Of course he’s not special, he’s Stanley. His one defining trait is being extremely average.” 

“Right,” the Reader said. 

The Narrator sighed. “You know, there’s this room I made for Stanley once. He didn’t really appreciate it. Actually killed himself to get out of staying there.”

“Wow, okay. What was it? Kinda want to see it now.” 

“I’ll show you the way. Just start down the hall, head to the warehouse.” The Reader started to walk. “We fought all the time, you know? But he was my friend. I wanted to stay with him, be happy. We were always fighting over choices. Where he wanted to go, how he never did what I said. I thought it would be better if we just… Stopped.” The Reader entered the warehouse. “Alright, go onto that lift over there. Jump onto the catwalk.” The Reader stared suspiciously at where they thought the Narrator was, but followed through. “Go through that door at the end, and then the red door.” 

“Why is this so convoluted?” 

“It was a gift to show I didn’t want to hurt him and that I meant well.”

“Didn’t you nuke him?”

“Well, it’s not like he stays dead,” The Narrator said. “Neither of us do.” The Reader started following the Narrator’s directions. “You know, you’re rather delightful. Much better at listening than Stanley.” The Narrator stopped talking. “The room was beautiful. A gift. We could sit there forever. We didn’t have to go anywhere. We could be friends. We could stop trying to hurt each other. And then he jumped off a platform just to spite me. The death wasn’t even fast, he had to climb those stairs four times just to die!” 

“Are you sure we should find Stanley? I don’t think you two are good for each other.” 

“Of course we should find him. He’s my protagonist.” He noticed a door on the side of the hall. “There. That’s the room. Go there.” The Reader walked into the room and up the stairs.

And sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, watching the lights, was Stanley. 

“Stanley!” The Narrator exclaimed, rushing from the Reader’s side to Stanley. “You were here the whole time? Why didn’t you say anything, I was worried sick!” He continued hurriedly asking questions until he paused, looking around at the moving balls of light. “You’re in the room I made you.” 

“It’s nice,” Stanley said, signing slowly enough for the Narrator to understand. “It’s a good place to rest.” Stanley noticed the Reader. “Who’s that?”

“I’m the Reader,” the Reader said. “I woke up in your cubicle. Your Narrator was worried about you.” 

“You’re like me,” Stanley said, starting to sign faster. 

The Reader smiled and nodded. “I like to think I was an emotional stand in for your narrator here. He almost cried.”

“I did not!” The Narrator said, indignant. 

“I think next time you should leave a note or something. I might have just been pulled into the loop so he could get it together and find you.” 

“In that case,” The Narrator said. “Maybe we could reset, see what happens?”

“That sounds okay,” Stanley said. “I’m feeling better now.”

“I want to go home now,” the Reader said. 

“In that case, let’s reset!” 

“It was nice to meet you,” Stanley said to the Reader.”

“You too! Though I heard a lot about you through your narrator here.”

“There’s enough of that,” the Narrator said. “Thank you for your help, Reader. You were a great substitute protagonist!” 

“You were a good narrator.”

“Goodbye, Reader. If I ever need a substitute again, I know who to call.” 

The game went black. 

Stanley was in his cubicle again. 

And it was a wonderful day in the office!

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