stories-about-you

[stories-about-you]

Slide to the Right

Narrator has Create-A-Sim style sliders for his character model. Stanley makes some changes.

Accurate ASL grammar (or my best attempt its been a minute since ive had asl class)

“Stanley, let us dispense with the formalities of starting a run; I have something very interesting to show you and simply cannot wait!” I’m sure excitement is palpable in my voice as I speak to my protagonist. Oh how excited he shall be, I am sure!

I spawn the Adventure Line™ outside his office, too excited to narrate him along. Plus, he seemed to respect the Line™ as a no-deviations-allowed path. I would burst from my excitement if he weren’t to come straight to the surprise.

Thankfully he follows the line, and I finish setting up my surprise with a giddiness I hadn’t felt in years. Oh how marveled he would be!

Finally, he’s here! I set up within the room with the red and blue doors (so he couldn’t bring that bucket with him), and had decorated it to look more…appropriate for the situation. There was a catwalk of sorts in the center (repurposed from the bucket game because asset recycling is a perfectly good practice.) The lights are all dark, and there’s a chair at the front of the stage, where that yes/no panel usually is. Stanley follows the line obediently and sits down on the chair.

“Stanley, I am very proud to show you…me!”

I step onto the middle of the stage, then turn the lights on.

“I made myself a character model! With quite extensive features may I add. I can be customized quite thoroughly for whatever situation I may come across. Though I do believe I’ve knocked it out of the park with this initial design.”

I turn around to show him all the angles of my new model. I went into in-depth research as to what male humans most wish to look like to get an idea for how I should look. After all, I’m supposed to be perfect, am I not?

“What do you think Stanley? Please, feel no need to flatter me, I want your honesty.”

Stanley stood up from his chair to approach me. As he walked around the stage, I felt something like…uncertainty rising up? No no, I know it is perfect, he is just too in awe to say anything.

Finally, he is face to face with me again.

‘Glasses?’ He signed, and I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Glasses? Stanley, I am an omnipresent being, I do not need <i>glasses</i>.”

Stanley simply signed the word again, and I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I shall add glasses to my wardrobe.” And with a snap of my fingers, some generic glasses are perched on my nose.

This still doesn’t satisfy him, the gall of this man. “What?”

‘Square. Thick.’ Does Stanley seriously want me to wear <i>nerd</i> glasses? Well…he is my audience. I suppose his opinion matters. I snap my fingers and the glasses thicken and reshape. In addition, I spawn in sliders like a character customization screen. I suppose I could hear more of his opinions.

This seemed to be a good decision, because Stanley became intrigued with the sliders. His gaze is first caught by the age slider, and I’m not sure what to think of that.

“Are you intending to make me a child? Or mayhaps moments from my deathbed?” I get my answer when he slides the marker to the right, aging the body I’m in. He doesn’t go all the way over, thank god, but instead of a 30-year-old, the body is more that of a 50-year-old.

“What brought about this decision?”

Stanley looked at me for a minute, thinking I suppose, before finally signing. ‘Your voice old. Body wrong was. Now, better.’

I roll my eyes. Such a stupid reason. Sure my voice was based off an older gentleman’s, but that doesn’t mean my avatar must resemble that age bracket. I wait for Stanley to inevitably change more settings.

“Was my model not up to your standards?”

‘No.’ He harshly signs, which is frankly insulting. ‘Perfect, bad. Look wrong. Not you.’

That is interesting. Of course he doesn’t see me as perfect, does he? Well, he has been privy to some of my…ahem, outbursts. “I was simply making my body resemble that of what human men aspire to be. Is that so wrong?”

He does not deign me with an answer, rude, and instead heads to the physique bars. He moves the muscle mass bar all the way down.

“Really? I know you’ve only known me as a voice, but you cannot imagine I have any strength? Has my voice not portrayed my strength of personality?”

Stanley won’t even answer me, and moves the body mass bar over to the right. “Stanley you are making me look downright pudgy. Are you simply intending to mock me?”

Finally, he looks back at me. ‘You body strong-not. Old man fat. I think correct, that.’ He looks almost sheepish when he averts his gaze to finish signing. ‘I think…cute.’

“Cute? Oh Stanley, this won’t do. I am not meant to be ‘cute.’ The baby in the Art Ending is ‘cute.’ Even that damned bucket could be considered ‘cute’ to a cretin like you. I, however, am not to be ‘cute.’ Preposterous.”

Stanley refuses to elaborate on this cute nonsense, and instead finds the skin color changer. He has a fun time making me look positively like a disco ball, before I finally get fed up. “Stanley! I am to look human. Do not make me green like a pop-culture Martian.”

Finally he lets it rest on a deep brown. Maybe a better decision than my initial shade, which almost matched the walls of the office. Now I would stand out. I suppose that’s one change I’ll keep. “Anything else Stanley? Or are you almost done playing dolls?”

He waves me off, seriously when did he become so rude, and becomes occupied with the clothing options. Oh god, he will be here for positively forever, won’t he? I groan loudly, and rub the bridge of my nose. These stupid glasses feel so uncomfortable, why in the world did he force me to wear them?

I feel warmer all of a sudden, and see he’s given me a sweater vest. A <i>sweater vest</i>. “Stanley I do not approve of you making me look like some common professor.”

‘Sound same.’ He signs, before shrugging me off. Damn you Stanley. Now my wardrobe is a bright yellow tie, white dress shirt, and a khaki colored cardigan. Better than the sweater vest I suppose. The black slack are quite comfortable as well. The dress shoes will have to go though. They are quite uncomfortable. Although I suppose I could just turn off the feeling ther- wait, why am I letting him change my avatar so much?! Isn’t it supposed to reflect how I wish to look?

“Stanley, while I know I gave you the ability to change my avatar, you are going too far. It is still supposed to reflect how I wish to be represented.”

Stanley has the absolute gall to glare at me, as if I’ve said something unreasonable. ‘Can I change I? No. You make I. I choose-not.’

Well, I suppose he has a point there. I made him look however I wanted. Hell, I haven’t even given him a wardrobe of clothing options for when the plaid isn’t doing it for him. “Oh alright, I’ll let you finish, and maybe, I’ll choose this form on occasion.”

That’s all it takes for him to go back to working. Hair next, it seems. He sets the curl pattern to the absolute max, and the hair I had originally puffs out like a dandelion. “At least get it out of my eyes if you insist on me also wearing these glasses.” Thankfully he chooses some locs with a headband to keep them back. Bright yellow again, how could I have known.

“Now you have changed absolutely every aspect you can. Are you happy? Am I now how you always envisioned?”

While I was expecting some sarcastic quip, he signed a simple ‘yes.’ Ah…well, it would not be unreasonable to have multiple forms on the backburner. And maybe I should get Stanley a proper wardrobe. He might want something other than plaid.

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Buying him a gift [TSP Narrator and Reader fic] part 2 can be platonic or romantic

About 10 minutes pass and you're now sitting in your bed, waiting, you couldn't deny that you're pretty excited for all this, it's a big step for him in your eyes and you couldn't be happier

Being able to connect and talk with people via online platforms would give him a sense of social interaction right? Of course, it's not the same as, say, going out and making friends in the flesh but hey, atleast it's something

Your gaze shot up from the laptop in your lap as you heard the door to the bathroom open and saw The Narrator walking to your bedroom with a grumble, seemingly trying to dry his hair with a towel

"God- Did i ever tell you how much i hate doing human necessities? All of this is so time consuming..."

"Yeah well, part of life yknow? Trust me, after a bit more time here you'll get used to those things"

You shoot a smile smile at him before remembering why he came in here in the first place, a bolt of giddiness running through you, immediately scooting over to make room for him and patting the now empty space next to you, to which he obliges and sits

"So, I plugged it in-" You pause mid sentence to point at the outlet, which now had the cord inserted into it, The Narrator giving a little nod as he glanced at it

"I'm...just really hoping this works, I need it to, I spent about two hours looking for this damn cord i swear"

The Narrator chuckled and grinned at you, shifting against the pillows

"Or is it because you don't want to return it and buy me whatever I want? Hm?"

"Okay, well that as well, You got me"

You playfully nudged his arm as he nudged you back with his shoulder, friendly banter was becoming more common in your relationship with him which you enjoyed, you liked teasing him and he enjoying teasing you back

"Getting off track here so uhm...you wanna do the honours?"

"Hm, Why not? Give it here"

Placing the laptop in front of him, his finger laid overtop the "on" button, hesitating

That was weird, he never usually does that when he's interested in something new

"Why aren't you turning it on...?" You asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering if he was ok

His face now had a grin slowly forming, turning to face you

"Oh I'm fine don't worry, I'm just contemplating on either getting that Rolex or a cookbook for myself"

"I'M NOT GETTING YOU A DAMN ROLEX"

A laugh came from him as he finally pressed the "on" button, the startup happening as you both now watched in silence, curious as to see if it will somehow glitch and break, or work fine

It worked, a "Make an account" pop up showing on the screen now

"Oh...It actually worked, cool"

He sighed, seemingly disappointed at not being able to get a rolex, not like you would even have enough to buy him one with the money you spent on this though, now he was typing in his name as you sat and watched, leaning your head on his shoulder like you usually do

Of course he put "The" for his first name, and "Narrator" for his last

You made a face at this, thinking that he should atleast think of making a better name for himself now that he's in the real world

"Don't you think you should maybe come up with a more...REAL sounding name or something soon?"

"Now why should I? Isn't my name already fine? So no need to change it"

You sighed and figured you couldn't argue with him because he'd just get defensive like he always does, and boast about himself being "perfect" and "how nothing about him has to change"

After a minute the screen went to the usual looking menu, with just a trash icon in the corner for now

After finishing that up , he immediately went to google, punching in letters, you didn't know what he wanted to see so badly since it seemed like he was typing pretty fast

"What are you looking u-"

Then you saw him put in "tumblr", now you knew, he wanted to see your blog you always talk about

Embarrassment hit you as you swiped the laptop from him, causing him to jump, startled at the sudden movement

"Now what was that for?"

He had a innocent look on his face, but you knew that all he wanted to do was tease you, for being so "utterly obsessed" with him to the point you make fanfiction of him, or so he says

"I know what you're going to do Nar, look at my blog, find my posts about you, then say something whitty or teasing me about what i wrote about you"

Closing the tab he scoffed at what you just told him, folding his arms and pouting

"Oh c'mon now, We tease each other all the time now! What's the difference with this? Because there isn't any difference, now give me MY laptop back"

There it was, he was back to his determined self, no use in hiding it now when you knew that later on, while you're not here, he'll just go back to snooping

"You- ugh fine"

You almost slammed the laptop into his lap because of how mad- well embarrassed you were, quickly he got to making an account, naming himself "king-of-comedy"

Oh wow, how...unique

You hid a small laugh by covering your mouth with your hand, the username just sounded funny and predictable from him, attempting to hide your laugh just got a strange side eye look from him

Now he looked up your username as soon as he got logged in, a little bit of nervousness built in your stomach for some reason, he lets you read his stuff all the time, so what's so different about this? ...well you're writing about HIM, so..big difference you suppose

I WILL BE WRITING PART 3 TOMORROW HOPEFULLY

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Buying him a gift [TSP Narrator and Reader short fic] can be platonic or romantic

You practically skipped home, smile on your face when thinking about how lucky you were earlier when you found what you did, for such a cheap price as well!

Well, finding the main thing part was lucky and made your day, however finding the other bits and pieces to go with your purchase was a bit of a hassle, trying to find certain cords and wires in different electronic stores

Good thing the stores you went to were all more older and had what you needed for an older computer like the one you found, when you showed the workers, most were shocked at how clean and pristine it still looked, and even said you're lucky for finding one so cheap since most would atleast have a key missing on the keyboard, or even a crack in the screen, but it seemed luck liked you today, and you weren't complaining in the slightest

With a hum, you dug out your keys and unlocked the door, yelling you were home and setting your shoes off to the side once you set your bags down with it

After a few seconds you heard him

"UH- JUST A SECOND PLEASE I ERM- I'M DOING SOMETHING RIGHT NOW UH-"

Huh, weird, he sounds panicked in way, but...he does have anxiety, but this was more of a "please don't walk in on what I'm doing" kinda voice, something you never really heard from him until now

"Uh....ok? Anyways, I bought you something that I think you'll like! Think of it as a housewarming present or...whatever people call it, since yknow...you're living with me now"

Walking into the kitchen you finally got a view of what he's trying to do, cook, well you probably should've guessed that since his voice did come from here while you were in the doorway

"Ooo, watcha trying to make?"

You peered over his shoulder trying to see what's in the pot, making him flinch and back off a little, embarrassment was written all over him, looks like....spaghetti sauce? But also you couldn't really tell with all of the other ingredients topping over each other and blocking your view of what's under it

"You..didn't expect me to come home so early, huh?"

He looked down, mouth hanging open to say something but nothing was said, he swallowed and shook a "no", eyes still on the floor

"Why is there so many toppings..? You can't even tell what you're trying to make here"

"I..er, heard you could put in other things to make the taste more rich, but I er- I think i may have added too much"

You smile and chuckled at him

"Well if you want, later i can teach you, i know a bit but I'm no master chef or anything"

He smiled a little as you guided him away from the stove with your hand on his back, bringing him to the table and gesturing for him to sit down, saying you'll be right back as you rushed to the front door to grab your bags, heading back

He sighed and finally spoke, setting down the clothe that was in his hands onto the table and fidgeting with it a bit

"So you said you bought me something hm? Whatever could have made you need to do that? I don't need anything"

You didn't glance over at him, too busy digging through the stuffed bags and setting things down onto the table to clear the bags to look for what you bought for him, curious, he picked up a couple of things and examined it as he waited for you

Finally you found it, grabbing it as a smile grew on your face, now looking back at him, to which his face just showed confusion and a little shock

"Is..that a laptop-?"

"Yup, got it for a really cheap price at a thrift store, thought maybe you could use it to write again! Like you did in the Parable? Uh- That is if you want to-"

He hummed softly and took it from your hands, opening it and checking out the screen and keyboard, you couldn't really read his face but he seemed pleased atleast, which is what you wanted

"Are you sure it works though? If it was in one of those places wouldn't most not work? But to be honest, I'm not quite sure about things like these"

"Well yeah, wouldn't they check before selling them? I dunno.."

He raised an eyebrow at you

"So you yourself aren't even sure but yet you went ahead with buying it? Because you thought i needed a laptop of all things-?"

"I dunno! You just seem bored all the time, and you mostly just lay in bed, but this way you can Interact with more things, like other artists, wouldn't you like that?"

Looking back at the computer he had a contemplating look on his face, muttering something between a hum and a stutter, until finally waving his hand at you while standing up from his seat

"Alright, Alright, I'll try it, if you REALLY think your money was worth it on this...thing, but if it doesn't work-"

He paused, giving you a grin as a mischievous glint in his eyes grew

"You have to return it, get your money back and buy me anything i want, perhaps a cookbook...or even a Rolex.. hmm..."

"HUH?! I doubt you could even buy one of those with the amount I spent on all this, Nar"

"Oh please, you must know by now when I'm teasing you right? You think i ACTUALLY want one of those things? No no....hm...but it might look nice...oh what to choose..."

A mix between a puzzled look stayed on your face as well as amusement as you watched him walk away, you knew he liked teasing you but if it really was something you could afford then maybe he would make you get it for him, as payback for being so careless with your money

After a few minutes of you unpacking all of your purchases, he said he'll take a shower, and will then want to check out the laptop

Surprise was one main thing you felt, because for the past few days he seemed incredibly picky on whatever you brought home, even refusing to eat certain take outs, but he seemed intrigued by this, which you thought was good development and made you a little giddy with excitement

I WILL BE WRITING PART 2 SOON!!

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⋆˚࿔ he needs your help to sleep⭑.ᐟ

switching your environment is not easy, whether it be a short while, or forever, change isn't something that most can handle of the bat

especially if you just came from a world of pixels and code, and everything could bend to your will, everything was perfect, the way you, or rather, HE made it to be

it had been...a week, yes, a whole week since you finally freed The Narrator from The Parable, somehow you..really did free him, a enormous shock to both of you, but not an unwelcomed one

change is something The Narrator always seemed to struggle with, back in The Parable, the changes that would have to be made were very minor, sometimes it would be years until some big change needed to happen, so the concept is almost foreign to him, forgotten really

that is not the case here, in the real world, your home, you were of course open to change, since you were born in this world that's always moving, and rearranging things left and right day after day, you learn to just accept it, like all of us

change is normal

but...The Narrator seemed absolutely terrified of the slightest bit of change that had to happen, the thought was horrific, humans can't control most of their lives? how in the world are they even happy? people forget others, friends die and can't come back, people must leave their families after a few years to learn how to be by themselves, learning about all of this just made him more confused and frustrated, not understanding how people can accept this

thinking about this keeps him up at night, which he know it shouldn't, he now has a body, and he needs to sleep to take care of it! but it's just so hard when thinking about all out there in the real world that's so....horrible, this is supposed to be his freedom right? so why were so many things bad here? shouldn't everything be peaceful? he didn't want to think about it anymore, tossing another blanket over himself as he tried to push down the feelings and thoughts to fade off to sleep

but he knew he also had to wait for you, to help him

since the first night, you made a promise to him, that you would help him sleep, you understand how much anxiety and stress this new place is giving him and you hate it, so you offered to do this one small thing for him every night just to hope to soothe him in some way

he tensed up a bit at the sound of the door opening, light from the hallway looming into the dark bedroom, you were here

"Hey.....are you feeling alright? You've been in here longer than the other nights"

letting out a sigh he slowly moves himself up to lean his back against the back of the bed, his eyes half lidded

"mm...just thinking i suppose"

he pats the spot next to him, inviting you to lay or sit next to him, which you quickly make your way over, gently sitting down

"Would you like anything else before bed? Anything at all? I...don't have much but maybe tea?"

his head gently shook a "no", as he then laid down, looking up at you while fighting to stay awake

"You'll stay again?"

"I will, Nar"

"...Promise me"

you let out a gentle breathy laugh as one of your hands go to his hair, getting tangled in the brown and greying locks

"I promise, I didn't leave you at all before right? So why would I now?"

feeling your hand in his hair instantly relaxed him, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the mattress as he clutched the blanket to his chest, looking like it was grounding him in some way

"Mm....thank you..uhm...could I ask something of you actually?"

"Anything"

hesitation, like always when he was in a vulnerable position like this one, in the Parable he had a reputation to uphold, but now he has nothing, so he doesn't really know why he's still trying to uphold an ego when he knows you would never make fun of him, if anything he feels most comfortable talking with you about problems of his, but old habits seem to keep up with him sadly

"Could you lay with me tonight?"

Oh

That's...a big step, it seemed just yesterday he was afraid of just being in the same room as another person but this? It's...well progress, a small smile grew on your face

"Oh? ...well sure, move over a bit, you're hogging all the space"

He lets out a tired scoff even though you're right, and obliges, laying down next to him you felt him wrap his arms around your body and pull you into him, nuzzling his face into your hair and taking a deep breath, The Narrator's body relaxing now that you're in his arms, holding a firm grip on you, but not painful

It felt nice

as you wrap your own arms around him you whisper good night, which he whispers gently as well, both of your bodies fitting into each other's as sleep overcame you both, Narrator's anxiety is gone now, thanks to you, and he couldn't be more grateful for you doing this for him

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What do you mean someone said your selfship isn't canon? I literally saw you guys attached to the hip the entire time, pretty canon 2 me

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Ello again. It's me, the Angel of Stories anon, and I came up with another idea. This idea is inspired by a digital horror series called Interloper or SKY//BOX on YouTube (YOU SHOULD SO WATCH IT IT'S GOOD). Basically the idea is that reader is essentially a special type of npc that can realistically interact with the world and has advanced movements and AI. What makes them even more special is that they're actually sentient and can sometimes escape the confines of their model and roam freely between Source Engine games. So maybe for this scenario, gn reader got trapped in a scrapped model from Stanley Parable's source code, often appearing out of nowhere in strange places within the game as a result (ex: half stuck in a wall somewhere just barely in view of Stanley). So their unauthorized presence causes glitches, and Narrator man gets incredibly frustrated with the disturbance that he pulls that model back into the Parable to delete it, but suddenly finds out that it's sentient and actually responds to him, using his own audio files or that text-to-speech robot voice. And then they become friens :) oh and fun fact about that special type of npc that reader is: they tend to be scared of any man in a black suit carrying a black umbrella for... reasons :)

So yeah, this is really long and really specific that atp I should just write it myself but I'm more curious to see this piece come to life from your metaphorical pen. And also because as someone who used to do requests too, I got overly happy whenever someone sent me one, so I'm also doing this in hopes that it has the same effect on u :)

Oh and yeah, gn reader, platonic hcs if you will :) Feel free to take your time or ignore this one entirely (*￣∇￣*)

agagaga thank u for the requests really! It's really sweet of u (*ゝω・)ﾉThanks!

I'll try writing maybe? Shorter things for this one

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☆being the npc that you are, you could do a lot of cool things! switch between source engines, different games, maps...anything you could get yourself into

★but one thing you could do whenever you wanted, is watch your two favourite people, Stanley and his Narrator

☆they always seemed like they had fun....most of the time atleast, if the voice wasn't bickering at Stanley about his wrong choices, and today, you wanted to see them up close!

★coming into the game without notice, like usual, you watched them from behind a window, where most players would see the other Stanley

☆but, maybe you weren't supposed to come this close to them, because your vessel started clipping through the wall, mostly your arm

★when Stanley noticed you, he stopped, shocked, this confused The Narrator, asking Stanley about the abrupt stop

☆to which he then also noticed you, trying to pull back your glitched vessel from the wall in frustration, he immediately spawned Stanley into the broom closet and locked the door, worried you might be a virus

★The Narrator was now reminded of how many glitches had appeared in the Parable recently, to which he immediately knew was your doing, he felt anger rising up in him as he spawned you properly in the game, The Mind Control room0

☆spawning in, he went on about how you caused him so much trouble and pain with the glitches, and how you "interrupted his story on purpose", which of course, wasn't your intention

★he then mentioned how he was going to delete you for being such a nuisance to him and the game itself, you tried moving, but couldn't, you then thought of the one thing you could do, talk

☆you talked, you honestly forgot you could, using scrapped voice lines that were supposed to be from Stanley's employees, you got your hands on them a while back but never had a use for them, until now

★you screamed, beg for him not to hurt you, saying how you didn't mean for any of this, glitching like crazy as you exclaimed

☆he froze again in shock, staring down at you, he didn't even know vessel's like you could talk since you're not registered in the game at all

★after more screaming he decided he would spawn you in with Stanley, saying he'll decide later what to do with you

☆Stanley jumped as you were spawned in, you sat, trying to calm your racing nerves by taking deep breathes, he gives a little wave to you and a soft smile, you do the same back after a second

★after about 2 hours of you trying to communicate with Stanley through glitchy voice clips, Narrator comes back, saying he was discussing with the higher ups what he should do with you, to which one declared that he should keep you as a second protagonist

☆Narrator said he found it preposterous, saying one protagonist is already so much work keeping in line, but still reluctantly agreed, saying the higher ups would like it better if the game had two protagonists, maybe even thinking making multiple player modes

★so over time, you did the runs with Stanley, with The Narrator guiding you two as usual, but since your vessel is adjusting to be only in the Parable, you had some problems with glitching which Stanley and Narrator needed to help you with at times

☆you noticed The Narrator becoming more...fond of you? you thought was kinda weird since just a few months ago he was trying to delete you

★soon he was even asking for requests if you wanted anything specific in the story, or sharing unfinished scripts, you asked why he doesn't show it to Stanley, and only you, to which he replied "I think your feedback is better, and you can actually appreciate good work, unlike him" which caused you to laugh a little

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Hey, listen

Your f/o finds your personal aesthetic really charming and loves seeing you in whatever new outfit, accessories or hairstyle you enjoy! Whether it be something frilly and pink or punkish or hip-hop inspired, your f/o thinks you look amazing and will support any exploration you wish to do.

And if someone says that your f/o could never like someone who dresses like you, even going as far to say they would be annoyed with you or would want you to change your appearance? Nonsense!! Your f/o adores seeing you happy and loves every bit of you, including the stuff you wear!💖💖

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

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Imagine your f/o reading to you while you're cozy in your bed, curled up beside them, until you fall asleep listening to their voice with your heart full of love for them

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Tis I, the angel of stories anon. Dw about taking your time lol, my people used to wait for weeks for their requests to be done 😭 Besides I got sick, so all I can think about is exploding rn so yeah, you're all good 👍👍👍👍👍

AGAHAG

HOPE U FEEL BETTER PLS DONT EXPLODE THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE 🫂

AND THANK UU

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I'M SO SORRY TO THE ANGEL OF STORIES ANON THE STORY IS TAKING LONGER TO MAKE THAN I THOUGHT

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Hi :D Could I request platonic hcs or scenarios with male storyteller reader? What I mean by that is like, the reader is a writer mostly, but they like to use any and all kind of medium to tell stories, even if it's just making them up in their head and not doing anything more with them. For example, aside from regular writing, they use music for their stories, or poetry, or art, or crafts or anything else like that.

Oh oh, and also maybe make the reader the Angel of Stories? For no other reason other than I like angels and I'm curious to see how Narrator man would react to the literal divine being of storytelling being his friend/roommate/whatever. If not it's fine, you can do just the first half or not do the request at all :D

Also off topic, but I like the look of your blog, too. Very charming.

hehehe thank u anon :3 i tried to make it look pretty

I'll try my best with this one!!

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the most intriguing thing about you he would think is that you're an angel, not just any angel but also THE Angel of stories? He knew right away that u 2 would get along great

roommates!

if u 2 are roommates then he'll probably catch you sitting in your room, listening to your favourite album or band, coming up with all different types of stories in your mind, you look happy, it brings a smile to his face

He might even sit down and ask u what ur doing

"Hm? What's this? Making up more stories i see, hehe, hmm..say, may I hear some of these ideas of yours? I must say it's quite intriguing seeing all the ways you come up with them"

I'm sure u would be glad to share and he would be happy to listen, always

he might even boast about it to his friends at his job (if this is say, after the Parable, and he found a new job)

"Yes! Really! They are a story teller as well! Gosh, can you believe the odds of this? Me, a phenomenal story teller being paired up with THE Angel of storytelling himself?! Frankly I can't quite believe it either sometimes"

Some of his coworkers will just give him some weird stares at the mention of u being this all powerful Angel he makes you out to be, he doesn't care though, he thinks you're amazing

another thing is i feel like you could get him hooked really easily with your stories, giving him some details, scripts maybe, songs you think fit in....or even a craft you made to show off your story in as much detail as you can will have him fascinated for a good while

He'll most likely will want to start a sort of project with u but maybe will be too scared to ask, what if you say no? He doesn't want to take that kind of rejection

But I'm sure u will agree, to which his face will light up instantly, and he'll instantly start rambling on and on about different ideas and plots for your new storyline

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Friends

if you two can only meet up at certain places and at certain times, he'll make sure to always treasure the moments he has with you

he's not sure if angels like you are busy and might be away for days at a time so he'll take what he can get

giving each other story ideas will happen often! maybe even having a sort of writing competition, or even just giving each other different scenarios so you can write something about it then show the other

even though he makes himself out to be a great and talented writer, he goes through some troubles when writing like the rest of us, he'll ask for advice if he gets stuck, or is going through some sort or writers block (though he won't like doing it for the sake of his ego)

Since you're an all powerful Angel i doubt you can get art block, to which he'll be shocked and maybe even a little jealous

"What? No- I know you're an angel and all but, no writers block what so ever? ....Hmph, sure, I bet you're lying just to make yourself look good"

(even though he seems fully displeased he would also be a little bit impressed, but he'll never out right say that)

since most of your storytelling knowledge most probably comes from some divine power, you can't really share that with him

But! You'll always try and recommend him some old books you read in the past, books that may be a little old but he's grateful for the help

he may even try and sneak peaks of your latest work, you have been warned, keep your stories locked up if u don't want him to find them

[stories-about-you]

hey, it’s getting kind of late. No, no, I’m not mad, nor is f/o. They said that they sleep better when you’re next to them is all, and they’re getting kind of tired. Go on, they need to sleep, and so do you. They promised cuddles in the morning, so if you go to sleep now, cuddles come sooner!

Have a good night!

[stories-about-you]

since your open for reqs, may i req a narrator x gn teen reader father figure hcs? Platonic ofc, pls take your time in writing this ‼️‼️

HAII THANK U SM FOR SENDING A REQUEST, UR MY FIRST QUESTION ON THIS BLOG (as u can probably tell)

ILL TRY MY BEST TO WRITE SOMETHING NICEY FOR U :D

+｡:.ﾟTHANKヽ(*´∀)ﾉﾟYOU.:｡+ﾟ

So, first off I think we all know how much he likes being comedic, so I'm 99% sure he would be telling dad jokes 24/7, probably just to tease u if he knows that it gets on your nerves, but he'll still always try to make you laugh, since he ofc wants u to be happy, and also just to make u feel better too if ur having a bad day

i also feel like he would steal candy or food from you 😭😭 like most dads do, just reaching his hand into the bad of candy and pulling out a quarter of all the candy inside and eating it, leaving barley any for u in the process-

"Oh come on, I practically watch over you everyday, I think I'm aloud to get a thank you for it, hm?"

"....but that was half the bag-"

since ur a teenager and all he would know when to give u ur space if u need it, cause he was a teenager once too and knows that you're growing and need privacy, though he will check in very often if ur hiding in ur room all the time, just to make sure ur ok (will ask A LOT if u want anything to eat, he knows that humans. And well, teenagers, need a lot to eat everyday so he'll make sure you're fed)

"Are you STILL laying in bed? Sigh Well, would you like anything to eat atleast? ....no? No, that won't do, I won't let you go on with the day with only coffee from this morning in your system, no no, come now, pick out something from the kitchen and I'll make it for you"

you have homework often? He'll make sure you get it done, he doesn't want you falling behind at all, if it's anything to do with English or storytelling then He'll definitely offer help, but might get carried away and do about a quarter of the work for u

If u keep getting distracted by your phone or TV then he'll definitely take your phone for a bit, or just move u out of the room with the TV in it

"Now...I'm taking thi- wha-? It's only for half an hour! Honestly I think you'll survive, gosh....what? What in the hell is a snapchat? .....your friends are expecting you to text them back? Well, I'm sure that they'll understand that your education and future is more important, and that you need to study, more important than tiktok or that snap streak you gawk on and on about" then with a wave of his hand he'll walk off

he'll let you work next to him if it helps you concentrate tho, while he works on some scripts or reads

if ur trans or non-binary he might surprise you with a binder! (Only if you're aloud to have one) If he can find a cheap one somewhere, but he'll repeatedly remind you that you shouldn't wear it for too long or else it will cause damage, and will remind you how to apply it right over and over (he just wants u to be safe :3)

"So? Does it fit well? Oh I knew you'd like it! And remember, no more than 8 hours, understand? I'm serious about that, I just want you to be safe wearing it alright?"

Or if you don't need or want a binder then he might get u a small pride pin with ur flag or pronouns, anything to make u feel better with yourself

venting is important, he knows that, and will always let you come to him, in case your parents refuse to listen or even another adult

affection from him can come in so many different ways but he'll always stick with the one that makes you most comfortable

Hugs and forehead kisses? He can do that

Verbal affection and compliments? Alright

Gift giving? More than glad to see you light up at a gift he got you

The only thing he truly cares about is your happiness, and he'll treat you like his own, his child that he never got, because he loves you and always will

[stories-about-you]

heya :P

I'm sure you've already seen this post from me but, if you haven't, welcome to my new blog!

Here i will be taking in headcanons and scenarios you come up with and send in to me and I'll try to write about them, This blog is centered around Narrator and the reader only (sorry stannarrator fans :( )

You can request for platonic or romantic!!

Things I won't write about!

NSFW

Anything gross to do with minors

Abusing each other (mentally and physically)

Anything just gruesome in general

Any fetish stuff

And if any requests disturb me or I'm not comfortable with it, I'll delete the ask

You can also ask about Lovebug! Narrator too

And pretty much anything else I will write for

And...that's it! Hope u like what i make :3

Also my main account is robygoonn2