#reader x tsp stanley

[continentalblue]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[employee052]

get smooched

[crimsonbubble]

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

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

[This is entirely a certain someone's fault]

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

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

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

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

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

“Easy now, focus on me. Slow down.”

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

Slowing your movements as you focused on him and him alone

“Faster.”

Blindly following his commands, you speed up again

“Take them out.”

You listened like an overly eager and obedient puppy

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

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

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

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

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

“Use your fingers.”

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

Constant. In, out, slower, faster

[rustycopper4use]

Here’s my court ordered character simp list

@piffany666 @lunaritychuwolf

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

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

[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--

[texy-toost]

(IDs in alt text)

[jazzycarethnot]

Deadass came up with this in the middle of the night. Decided to post it this morning. Opinions? :3

(Narrator x Glitch! Reader, enemies to ???)

At first, Narrator hates you. He's curious, sure, but- ultimately- he just hates you.

To be fair, you're a glitch. You shouldn't exist. A mistake in the coding that he can't fix no matter how much editing he does.

Imagine your breakdown when you realized (and eventually got over) the fact that your life was a game and also a complete accident. Lol.

Plus the fact that Narrator is constantly trying to delete you. How fun. :D

Oh! And you make the biggest messes!

It's not like you intend to... Well, at least not the first time.

The second time was just to piss him off.

You two hate each other.

Eventually Stanley started up the game and you stood aside to watch for a few routes, to Narrator's relief and suspicion.

You got bored, tho, and started to interfere.

Stanley liked you!

Narrator despised you further.

Your squabbles grew in quantity. Stanley would mentally compare them to an old married couple.

During a particularly bad one, Narrator looked away from him for a second and that's all it took for Stanley to find a weak spot in the game and fall through.

Colossal freak out. Both of you.

Narrator couldn't get him- "human" (for lack of a better word) form, disembodied voice, or otherwise- so you two had to team together.

Not even begrudgingly at the time, you two were to focused on getting your wayward son.

Narrator told you what to expect on the other side and you glitched through.

It was really freaky outside of the map.

You eventually found Stanley though! :3

As soon as you brought him back, you two were nagging him just like the parents y'all basically were.

A developer came around to check the code after hearing of the incident.

Did Narrator hide your existence from them? Yes. So you wouldn't be deleted? No, of course not! It was only to save his pride! What type of expert game maker would mess up so bad as to make a glitch?! Surely not him!

Did you ever find out? Also no.

No reason to pointlessly stress you out, after all. He knows it's an anxiety of yours, you're so obvious with it (but he'll never approach you about it, no, absolutely not).

He doesn't care, though.

Right? Right

[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.

[poisonous-honey]

The Venti Parable

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is the story of a man named Venti”

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

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

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

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

“No, I think I'd rather go right.”

Que sighing from above. Quelle Surprise

~~~

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

He was not a fan of the Narrator and vice versa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How very cruel of you

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...- And Venti was happy.”

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

It all fades to black

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

“I highly disagree.”

“I beg to differ!”

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

“I hope we never meet again.”

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

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

[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.

[emma045]

Narrator: Y/N! Have you no dignity?

Y/N: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?

[employee052]

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!

[totally-snowy]

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

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

The Narrator in the Morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(THANKS FOR READING I LUV U ALL <3333)

[fennecfics-the-simp-king]

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

Stanley sees weather.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[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.