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[that-new-author]

Requests Needed :D

I am in need of Narrator x Reader writing requests!! I can do platonic or romantic, I don’t mind either way.

What I definitely won’t write:

NSFW (I’ll do suggestive tho. If you send an ask that’s too much I’ll let you know)

DID/OSDD (I wouldn’t be able to write it correctly, and I don’t want it to be deemed offensive)

Schizophrenia/Psychosis (same reason as above, even tho I do have psychosis haha)

Age Regression

Either Reader or Narrator dying (in a permadeath way)

And an honorable mention is:

You may request a fandom crossover type-thing, or Reader being hyperfixated on said fandom or something like that, but I won’t answer the ask if it is a fandom I don’t have knowledge on

That’s everything I won’t write for, if what you want isn’t on that list, send it in asks! I’ll try to get as many as I can done haha xD

Have a nice day :)

[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.

[theautismgoblin]

Okay on the subject of the dumb DHMIS X TSP crossover. I was thinking, Stanley and the Narrator go into the DHMIS reality and well Stanley communicates with ASL, but the traffic light trio don't understand the language. Of course, a language teacher shows up to teach about language in typical DHMIS fashion.. The usual happens, the song, everything. But that's not the best part, when Yellow asks about sign said teacher makes a comment about ASL not being language cause it's not spoken.. and then fucking picks on Stanley for being mute. To which the Narrator loses his god-damn shit and just straight up makes the teacher wish they were never made. Yeah the narrator unleashes psychological warfare here. After that none of the teachers mess with Stanley, because they fear the wrath of the Narrator.

Also Stanley and the Narrator decide to teach the traffic light trio ASL themselves.. Also Duck and Stanley bond over their shredder and bucket.

[that-new-author]

I crave angst so can I request a Romantic Version of the reader gets injured ask? It doesn’t /have/ to be a serious injury I just wanna see narrator freak out and be worrried haha

this one is a lot more angsty than the original, be warned

Narrator x Reader who gets injured in the parable (Romantic Version)

TW: injury, almost drowning, panic attacks

You were leaving the Memory Zone, the Narrator rambling on about how if people thought a skip button would make his story better, than he would add one.  You honestly hate the idea, you always enjoyed listening to his voice, but it was his choice and his stubbornness usually won over yours.

You watch as one of those dumb reviews fall over onto the water, making a pathway to a new room with a yellow button in it.  “Go on, just walk across that and we can test out the new skip button!”, the Narrator exclaims happily.  You stare down at the wood laying across the water, thinking about how unsafe this seems.  But Narrator seemed so excited about this so, hesitantly, you step onto the wood.

You’re able to balance for just a moment before it flips, tossing you into the water.  You let out a small yell before you’re fully submerged.  You attempt to swim up to the surface, but the wood blocks your path, keeping you stuck under the water.  In your panic, you accidentally take a breath, sending you into a coughing fit, more water entering your lungs.

Meanwhile, Narrator is absolutely panicking.  He sits there in shock for a few moments before desperately resetting, blacking out your vision for a few moments as you are taken back to the office.

Once you regain consciousness, you lean your head against your arm, trying to keep yourself from having a panic attack, and promptly failing.  That was the most terrifying thing you had ever experienced, you weren’t even a bad swimmer, either!  But that fucking piece of wood almost killed you…  Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you choke back a sob.

“Oh dear, Reader, I’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen! I just wanted to test out the new feature, and it was all so sudden, I just-“, Narrator rambles on before cutting himself off.  You were crying.  This was bad.

You flinch as you feel a hand on your back.  You glance behind you and see Narrator standing there, a worried look on his face.  And you just completely break down.

“I can’t- It was so cold! And I tried so hard to swim back up, I really did, but the wood was in the way- it hurt to breathe, I just- it was so scary-!”, you blubber as he crouches down and gently pulls you into a hug.  He isn’t much of a listener, but this is important to him.  You are important to him.

He listens for as long as you need him to, gently rubbing your back as you cry into him.  After a while of you sobbing, you fall silent, except for a few hiccups here and there.

“My love, I am so sorry for this. This entire situation was my fault, I had gotten too caught up in making my story more entertaining, and for what? For strangers, people I don’t even know, to complain about something else? I was acting impulsive. But you know who I do know? You. And I love you so much, and I will do everything I can to make it up to you,”, he says gently, trying to ignore the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

You two sit together for a while, Narrator deciding to ignore his story for once, for your sake. 

[that-new-author]

Hello! How are you today?

screaming and crying /neu

[that-new-author]

Hi hi hello I uh I hear you're doing tsp writings? I've read through what's on your blog and I must say it's amazing! I need to put this stuff in my mouth I swear-

Anyways uh my request- I was wondering if you'd do a reader who stims a lot but is too nervous to do it in front of Narrator (general stuff like hand flapping and jumping and more specifically chewing) But Parable be stressful.. chewing be nice.. So the Narrator tries to make them more comfortable stimming around him. (and to stop chewing on their arm Reader PLEASE-) Bonus points because now Narrator can tell readers favorite story points by how excited they get

If you don't/can't that's perfectly fine no pressure, I just wanna say again that I love what you have going on here! <3<3

I am. So sorry this took so long dude plz TwT

Narrator x Reader who stims (chewing stim-centered)

The first time you were to stim in the parable, it was when you had found the bucket. You had gotten so excited to have something to bring around with you, you began bouncing up and down, flapping your hands up and down before picking it up.

It took the Narrator a couple moments to process what you were doing. You apologized for it afterwards, feeling a mix of embarrassment and nervousness, but to your surprise, he was completely fine with it.

“Why would I be upset? That is absolutely absurd to assume!”, he replies once you questioned why he didn’t seem annoyed. The thing is, in his eyes, he sees it as a reaction to his story, meaning his story can cause strong emotions. It fills him with pride.

Even after his original reassurance though, you still try your hardest to suppress your stims. But after some “certain endings,”, the stress gets to be too much. You begin chewing on things, mostly your sleeves, arms, and fingers.

Narrator has… mixed feelings about this. Because, this means his story is still good enough to affect you emotionally. But also, what you’re doing could potentially harm you, and it made him feel bad. Only a little bit, though.

“Now, Reader dear, while I’m glad you are comfortable enough to stim around me, I feel like this might be a little… unsafe?”, he mentions randomly during one of your playthroughs. You just shrug and continue on with the story, biting your arm. He sighs and just continues as well, but keeps a closer eye on you.

A few resets later, he notices you’ve been biting down harder on your arm, leaving small marks.

“Reader, please, I need you to stop. You seem to be biting even harder. And while, I understand that this can help calm you down, it would be in your best interest to bite something else, maybe?”, Narrator suggests. You sort of just stare up towards the ceiling, a confused look on your face.

You ask him what exactly you can chew on, there wasn’t much that would be safe to bite, whether it would be due to germs, the density of said item, or something else.

There was a moment of silence before he replies, “Hold on for a second, will you?”, followed by a lot of typing and clicking. You stand there awkwardly for a couple minutes, but every time you go to bite your arm, hand, or anything else, you hear a quiet “No,”, or “Don’t you dare,”.

After a few more minutes, Narrator lets out a relieved sigh before saying “Alright, hopefully this will help.”.

You hear a gentle thud next to you, and you see a chewlery necklace on the table. You hesitantly take the necklace and put it on, before slowly biting down on it. Narrator is on the edge of his seat, hoping to whatever is out there that this works.

Theres a moment of pure silence before a bit of laughter, and you chew on it more while flapping your hands. Narrator felt relieved because now, hopefully, you will stop biting yourself.

You use it very often, so often in fact that it only takes about ten or so resets before you need another. Narrator is happy to oblige, and plans on getting you another every time you need it if it means you will stop biting yourself.

[that-new-author]

What are you talking about, I didnt disappear !! (I say, yknow like a liar)

But fr im working on the requests i promise school is just kicking my ass rn 🕺🏼💃🏼

[that-new-author]

uh- i never thought i'd find myself on the other side of one of these things. hi! if it's not too dark, could i request an anxious reader who's had a really bad homelife, and narrator promising them that he's not going to hurt them? fluff and reassurance, please.

I’m almost terrified to post this bcuz you’re probably my biggest inspiration and if you don’t like it I will start crying on the spot /hj

Narrator x Reader from a really bad home

You adore how much he cares. If he realizes what he’s doing is making your anxiety worse, he will immediately stop doing whatever is upsetting you. You honestly never took him as the observant type.

That’s because he usually isn’t. But when it comes to you, he puts in as much effort is needed to make sure you’re comfortable.

While you do trust him as much as you possibly can, there are still a few rough patches. But of course he’s completely alright with talking it out with you. Talking is what he does best! And if you ever just want to sit there and listen to him swear he’d never purposely damage you, he would happily oblige.

Maybe you’ve just had a bad day, and that little voice in your head is a bit louder than usual, telling you how you can’t trust him, that he’s just going to hurt you like your abusers had done before.

The exact moment he notices that you’re upset he rushes to your side. He asks if you’re alright, and you just respond “just another one of those days, you know?”, and he nods in response. You two just sit there on the couch in silence for a few moments.

“Do you perhaps need some reassurance?” Narrator asks you, almost hoping you’d say yes. You respond with a quiet “..please” and he immediately begins what could probably be referred to as a speech about how much he cares for you.

“No matter what, Reader, I would never intentionally harm you. The idea of that is just absolutely absurd!” He exclaims, holding you to his chest.

You lean into him, feeling your worries slowly melt away. The sound of his voice itself calmed you down quite easily, the words he was saying seemed almost like an added bonus.

He watches as you begin seeming less stressed, so he continues. “What you were forced to endure at your previous home seems… terrible, to say the least. And that’s only referring to what you had told me about. For all I know, it could’ve been so much worse. But I can absolutely promise that I will not treat you anywhere near as horridly as they did. You are in good hands, Reader, and I will not hesitate to remind you at any time you need it.”

You two lay back on the couch together, and he goes on for hours reassuring you that you are okay. He’d do this for an eternity if you’d let him.

[that-new-author]

Can I request a story with the narrator reacting to the reader getting hurt in some way? For context I think they’d be in the game here and maybe they stumble and fall off something? Thank you!

Hopefully this is good enough haha

Narrator and Reader who gets injured in the parable

CW: Injury

Currently, you were already in the lounge. You laugh quietly to yourself as the Narrator berates you for going off track. Brushing off his complaints, you head over to the Warehouse, preparing to use the platform to go across.

As you attempt to get on the platform though, you trip and fall off to the floor beneath. The loud thud you made when you hit the ground echoed throughout the room. You groan in pain as you lay there for a moment.

The Narrator laughs, starting to go on about how you should’ve expected consequences from going off his story, before realizing the game wasn’t resetting. Hold on, that’s not right. Is something wrong with the game’s code? It should’ve reset by now.

You are now trying to stand up. You lean on one of the shelves near you to try and gain balance. It works for a moment before you lose your grip and fall back to the floor. You huffed and decided to just sit there instead, leaning back against the shelf and looking up to the ceiling, silently asking Narrator “what the hell is going on?”

Narrator clears his throat, trying to sound calm. “Now, I’m not trying to alarm you, but it seems something is wrong with the game’s code because I can’t get it to reset.” Internally, he was panicking. What is going on?!

“Are, uh, are you alright?” He asks you, before quickly adding on, “not that I care or anything.”. Always has to protect his ego, of course.

“Yeah, I think I’m okay, just can’t really, you know, walk.” You respond, sighing in defeat.

“You know what? Just give me a second.” The Narrator says, and you hear what sounds like the typing of a keyboard. After a couple moments a pair of crutches manifests a few inches away from you, clattering to the ground. “Its the best I can do while I try to figure out what’s wrong with the code.”

You reply with a quiet “thank you” and grab the pair of crutches. It takes you a couple minutes to get up, stumbling a little bit. Once you do get up though, the crutches help a lot with stabilization and balance.

You and Narrator chat for a while whilst he messes with the code a little bit, trying to figure out what exactly went wrong. You laugh to yourself as you let him complain about how he “doesn’t understand how something could’ve gone wrong when his game is absolutely perfect!”. His ranting successfully distracted you from the overwhelming pain.

After a good few hours of ranting and lighthearted teasing, you hear the Narrator exclaim “aha!” and a flurry of fast typing before everything fades to black.

You wake up a couple seconds later back in your office. All the pain you felt from your devastating fall has disappeared, and you let out a sigh of relief. You gently lean back in your office chair and look up at the ceiling.

“I’m assuming that you’re no longer in pain?” Narrator asks. You nod and he lets out a little hum. “That’s good. Anyway, shall we?” You nod again.

“This is the story of a person named Reader…”

[that-new-author]

How many requests have you gotten? I don’t want to overwhelm you if you have a lot

Currently 3 in my inbox, and I’m halfway done with one of them! I don’t really mind having alot in my inbox, considering I can at least usually keep myself calm and not overwork myself if I have alot.

If you want to send an ask, then do so, I don’t mind as long as you follow the rules :)

[that-new-author]

Hi!! I'm glad to see a new TSP writer around! Could I request how the Narrator would react to the reader who feels worthless or like they won't amount to anything? If that's too dark i fully understand, just been feeling that a lot lately and the Narrator is my comfort character lol. Thanks!

Glad to be here! Thanks for the request^^

Narrator x Reader who feels like they aren’t worth anything

To say you were disappointed in yourself would be an understatement. You felt as if you and your accomplishments amounted to nothing, like no matter what you weren’t worth a single thing.

You slumped over the desk in your room, letting out an exhausted sigh. You felt tears try to push themselves forward, and you had to wipe your eyes to keep those tears from falling. That little voice in your head had no way to be silenced, at least, not that you know of. No matter what, you could always hear it telling you how little you mean to everyone. It’s practically torture.

Almost as if he knew something was wrong, Narrator walked into the room, happily humming to himself. He smiled softy when he noticed you, before quickly realizing something was very wrong. His face turned from happiness to concern.

“Oh no, Reader, dear, whats wrong?” He rushed to your side, crouching down slightly to reach your level. You turn your head away from him so he doesn’t have to see you this close to tears.

“Reader, please, tell me. You know you can trust me, right?” He gently turns your face towards him. His face softens as he sees your eyes are red from the tears that still threaten to fall. He immediately pulls you into a hug. “Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear.” He mutters to himself.

At that point you can’t hold back the tears anymore and sob into his shoulder. He shushes you softly as he rubs your back, letting you cry into him. He hasn’t seen you like this before.

“I just- I feel like, no matter what I do, I can’t amount to anything. You wrote an entire story and inspired so many people, but I.. nothing I’ve done has amounted to anything..” You give in, letting out everything you felt. You could just barely hear the quiet gasp he let out.

“Reader, why would you feel like that? Of course, I appreciate the compliments, but now’s not the time,” he tries to make a joke, but it falls flat. He clears his throat.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, if I tried to say how much you are worth to me, it would take centuries! And I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.” He grabs your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. “You are loved by many, I really do hope you know that, Reader.”

He pulls you back into a hug and you two sit there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

[that-new-author]

Self Indulgent Narrator Comfort

Tw: Depression, verbally abusive parent

——————————————————————— They were tired.

It was already 6:00 in the evening and they couldn’t even get out of bed. They could feel the weight of all of their expectations weighing down on their chest. Rolling over slightly in bed, they sigh.

Their phone buzzes a few times, and they pick it up to check the notification. Another message from there friend, no doubt asking where they are or if they were upset. The drowsy teen hates making their friend feel this way, but they just couldn’t get the motivation to respond. They drop their phone on the bedside table halfheartedly.

A shout comes from out of their room, in the kitchen. Their mother, very clearly upset and ignoring the signs of her kid being sick. Calling them useless and lazy, making the weight on their chest get heavier and heavier. If it weren’t for their overwhelming lack of energy, they would’ve started crying right then and there.

As they stare up at the ceiling in their room, a familiar voice could be heard emerging from it.

“Author, yes I- oh dear,” the Narrator cut himself off as he looked down at you. They weren’t usually like this, this is almost pitiful. “Now Author, I highly suggest you get up and at least change, its already evening! This- this isn’t healthy.”

The Author looked up to where they thought the voice was, gave a tired glare, then rolled over in their bed so they were facing the wall, not even bothering to respond. Narrator did his best to keep calm.

“Author, dear, what is going on? Have you come down with something?”. A pair of tan, slightly translucent hands appeared, one moving under their chin to turn their head towards him and the other placed gently on their forehead, trying to feel if it was overheated. But their temperature seemed normal. He just couldn’t understand what was going on! At least, not until-

A loud, aggressive banging on the bedroom door accompanied by their mother’s obnoxious degrading. Narrator looked back towards Author and noticed small tears in their eyes and them start slowly curling in on themself. And it finally clicked.

Narrator let his voice grow softer and move closer to them. The hands disappeared as he decided he didn’t need them right now. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize sooner. If you want, I can listen to everything you need to say.”. You can tell he really was concerned, he wouldn’t give his own chance to talk to someone else for no reason.

“… Are you sure?” The first thing Author had said all day, their voice a bit raspy from not being used. Narrator felt his heart shatter as he listened to how… sad their voice sounded.

“Of course. I can even manifest a human form if you really need it. After all, you always had been one to enjoy physical contact,” he offered. They nodded, immediately accepting said offer, and watched his form appear in front of their eyes.

He sat down on their bed and gave them a soft smile as he opened his arms, inviting them in to cuddle while they vent. Author desperately leaned in and began cling to the Narrator, letting out a shaky sigh.

They let it all out.

Having to be their friend’s personal therapist, their mother’s awful attitude towards them, deadline after deadline in school. Everything began piling up until it became too much. They physically couldn’t get up, do anything at all. Narrator listened carefully, rubbing their back as they try to keep themself from breaking down sobbing.

When they were done with their rant, Author just sat silently in Narrator’s arms, not wanting to let go. Not that Narrator was planning on letting go anytime soon.

“It’s okay, I can’t blame you for feeling this way. I can understand what it’s like to feel like you have to live up to everyone’s expectation’s. Sooner or later, you’ll end up not able to do anything from the overwhelming pressure. And it’ll stay like that until you finally tell someone. I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me.”. He consoled the shaken teen gently, listening to their breathing slow down.

He made a silent promise to himself that he’d pay better attention so they never get to that point again. But now, he will just sit there with them, letting them enjoy the moment of peace and quiet.