May I send in a request for Stanarrator x Male reader who writes, and is currently stuck due to wirters block?
☆ Not a Thought to Put to Paper — Stanarrator x Male Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was honestly rather fun having another writer around, Stanley could especially confirm. Narrator was certainly very passionate about his projects, but they also tended to be rather self-centered and easy to go off course
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his prideful attitude, Narrator also found himself intrigued by your tales. He liked to see what you came up with, especially making playful competitions with creative writing exercises
ᯓᡣ𐭩 As of late, the two men had noticed that you weren't carrying around your writing materials as much as you usually did. When they inquired about it, you confided that you had oddly been feeling too drained to write recently
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Narrator, oddly enough, seemed completely oblivious to what you were describing. He spent all his time writing, that was his entire code, and he couldn't imagine doing anything else. You noted with just a little bitterness that not feeling burnout must be another benefit of being a disembodied voice
ᯓᡣ𐭩 With that in mind, Stanley not-so-subtly kept requesting Narrator to give you two something easy to do. You obviously didn't seem up for any intense adventures, and it had been ages since you'd been able to properly have a break
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though he of course complained and gripped about the integrity of his plans and how vital his original story was, his resolve was weak when it came to his favorite boys. With a quick flash of light, you were moved to a vacation setting
ᯓᡣ𐭩 More specifically, you'd been plopped on the set of a sandy beach, sitting in a chair leaned back enough to comfortably hide you under the shade of the nearby umbrella. Stanley was right beside you, a bucket of soda cans chilled in ice and sunscreen between you both
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "And.. how is this supposed to help me?" You asked, as Narrator materialized a soda into your hand. "Just let your mind rest. You'll feel back to tip-top shape if you take this moment away from paper and pen" Narrator replied. Stanley pulled open the lunch box between you both, holding out a sandwich. You accepted it as Narrator said, "I suppose it isn't too bad out here. Seeing you two so at ease isn't a terrible way to spend the time". "Love you too" you mumbled fondly, taking a bite of the food "And thank you"