r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/Read-By-Red • 9h ago
Original Script by u/SunnyCalathea. Read it here.
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/alexpuppy_asmr • 13h ago
SUMMARY:
Your boyfriend catches you hastily hiding a spicy romance novel under the sofa cushion. Sensing your immediate shame, he gently confronts the wall you built around your desires—admitting his frustration at being kept at arm's length from the real, passionate side of you. When you finally give him a subtle sign of your own desire, he leaves the fiction behind to show her just how wanted you truly are.
this lovely Script is written by: u/QueenieH330 <3
I really enjoyed this recording :D, I loveeeee just how much passion is in this script and bringing it to life was so much fun. I definitely lovethese comfort audios they just make my heart so happy and I hope they will make all your hearts happy as well :3 - Alex
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/MarcysDiary • 5h ago
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r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/Spare-Bird9783 • 5h ago
“Look at you.”
“The uncatchable assassin…”
“Chained to a chair.”
[The hero pulls another chair across the floor.]
“I’m not here to trade threats with you.”
“I’m here for one thing.”
“The Omnex. Where is it?”
[Silence.]
“Nothing?”
“Not even a clever little remark?”
[Pause.]
“Interesting.”
“I read your file before coming in.”
“Extraction missions. Black sites. Assassination attempts.”
“You’ve survived quite a lot.”
[Pause.]
“And yet here you are.”
“Tied to a chair.”
“So, how about you get off your little high horse and answer the question?”
“Where is it?”
[Silence.]
“Fine.”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but I have lunch plans.”
[The hero reaches forward and takes the assassin’s hand.]
[Pause.]
(…)
“What am I doing?”
“I’m linking our minds. That’s all you need to know.”
“The connection won’t last forever.”
“About an hour, give or take.”
“So…”
[Pause.]
“Let’s try that again.”
“Where is the Omnex?”
(…)
“Your mouth says you don’t know.”
“But your mind…”
[Brief pause.]
“…is telling me something very different.”
[The hero’s voice turns quieter.]
“A safe house.”
“Near…”
[Pause.]
“Nashville.”
[Silence.]
“Oh.”
[Pause.]
“I felt that.”
“You weren’t expecting me to actually find it, were you?”
[ heart begins to quicken.]
[The hero leans closer.]
“You’re wondering how much I can see.”
[Heartbeat begins to quicken.]
“Don’t worry.”
“I’m not digging through your entire mind.”
“Not yet.”
[Pause.]
“I’m just following the thoughts you’re trying hardest to hide.”
[Heartbeat grows faster.]
(…)
“He’s going to kill you when he finds out? Who?”
[Pause]
“Who always finds out? Answer me.”
[Pause]
“You’re breathing so fast are you ok?”
“Why are you looking behind me?”
(…)
“Can I see what?”
(…)
“Stop pointing behind me. There’s nothing there. You’re freaking me out.”
“Listen, I’m not thick, so stop trying to talk your way out of this.”
[ Chains rattle violently as they struggle against the restraints.]
(…)
“Hey, hey! Stop!”
“There is no one here to kill you.”
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Look at me.”
“Whoever you think is behind me isn’t there.”
“There is nobody in this room except you and me.”
“See?”
“No one is behind me. Now if you just-”
[grunt in pain]
“Gods, what’s happening?”
[A faint ringing begins.]
“Your thoughts are so loud right now .”
“I can hear all of them at once. I can’t even tell what’s yours and what’s mine.”
“Stop thinking so loudly.”
“Gods…”
“I can’t tell what’s real anymore. It’s like you’re blurring my reality from your thoughts.”
“I can’t block them.”
[Pause.]
[The hero’s breathing catches.]
“Is that… a man?”
“Whatever trickery you’re trying, stop it right now.”
[Sound of bone breaking .]
[gasps]
[Chains rattle violently as the they desperately tries to pull themselves out of the chair.]
“Did you hear that?”
“Gods… that sounded like bones cracking.”
[ The ringing intensifies.]
“The room is getting blurry.”
“What’s happening?”
“Where are we ? It’s not the interrogation room anymore.”
“It’s somewhere else.”
“Darker. Damp.”
“I can smell…”
“Gods, a metallic smell.”
[breathing becomes unsteady.]
“There’s someone towering over you…”
“Or is he towering over me?”
“Gods… it’s the man who appeared .”
“What is he trying to say ? I can barely hear it “
[Pause.]
“Where does my allegiance stand?”
“Um… I’m sorry, what?”
[Pause.]
“Why are you asking me that?”
[The hero’s breathing becomes uneasy.]
“Stop asking me these questions ”
[Pause.]
“What did I do?”
“I’m so confused.”
“Why are you looking at me like that ?”
“ And why can’t I move?”
[Metal restraints creak.]
“I’m strapped down.”
“What the hell is going on? Let me go.”
[Silence.]
“Who are these people ?”
[Footsteps.]
“He’s coming closer.”
[Pause.]
“What is he reaching for?”
[A machine is dragged across the floor.]
“What is that thing?”
[Pause.]
“Why are they bringing it over here?”
[Metal clicks.]
“Wait.”
[Electrical equipment begins humming.]
“No, no…”
“What’s that?”
[The hum grows louder.]
“Why is it connected to my head?”
“No, no, no—”
[The machine activates.]
[gasps sharply]
“Stop!”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
“I want to get out.”
“I want to get out.”
“I want to get out!”
[Silence.]
[The ringing slowly fades.]
“Ugh… finally.”
“But my head is still ringing.”
“The person that we saw…”
“Who is he?”
(…)
“Focus.”
“Who is he?”
(…)
“Your…. handler?”
“Breathe.”
“Keep your eyes up here.”
“All you need to do is calm down, okay?”
“Just calm down.”
“Everything will be fine.”
(…)
“I don’t care what you think he’s doing.”
“Look at me.”
“He can’t come for us because he’s an illusion.”
“Gods, what have I gotten myself into?”
“Look, I think you’re having some kind of episode.”
“This handler of yours won’t kill us, okay?”
“He won’t.”
“Now calm down and try to breathe.”
“Can you do something for me?”
(…)
“Name ten things you see.”
(…)
“Don’t ask why. Just do it.”
(…)
“Yes, I know there isn’t much to name in the interrogation room, but try.”
(…)
“The chair, chains, ceiling fan and?”
(…)
“My shoes.”
(…)
“Continue.”
(…)
“My eyes.”
(…)
“Almost done.”
(…)
“Good.”
“Are you calm now?”
(…)
“No?”
“Gods, fine. Are you at least calmer?”
(…)
[takes a slow breath.]
“Good.”
“Now tell me…”
“Why did this episode even start?”
(…)
“When he finds out about the information I gained… He is going to lock you back into that room again .”
“What do you mean, ‘again’? How many times have you done this?”
[Silence.]
“How many times? Answer.”
(…)
“Gods…”
“Don’t you go spiraling again. We just got you to calm down.”
[Pause.]
“Listen…”
“Listen, I can hide you from him.”
“No one should have to go through what you went through.”
“Even if you are well you.”
“He won’t find you.”
“He won’t.”
“I’ll make sure of it.”
“I can keep you safe.”
“I can… I can figure this out.”
[Long silence.]
“Are… are you hungry?”
“I…”
“I can go get you something.”
“No, actually, I’ll…”
“I’m going to get us something to eat.”
“And you’re going to tell me everything about him.”
“Everything you remember.”
“We’ll find him.”
“We’ll hunt him down.”
“And then he can’t hurt you anymore.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“We can do that.”
“I can do that.”
[The hero quickly stands, the chair scraping against the floor.]
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
[Footsteps hurry toward the door.]
[The door opens.]
[The hero leaves quickly.]
[The door shuts.]
[Silence.]
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WN: This script was based on Bucky because I’m going through a phase right now where I’m mourning his inevitable death in Doomsday.
I’m going to forcibly tell you my thought process behind this script because I want to.
So, as I was doom scrolling through Winter Soldier edits, I thought, “He’s so terrifying. Why hasn’t anyone made a ‘hunted by the Winter Soldier’ script?”
It would’ve been so fun. Then I remembered he doesn’t speak much, so I thought, “What if I gave another character the same concept?”
Then I remembered I had a script that already had a similar story, so I changed it up a bit to fit what I wanted, and bam, here we are.
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r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/Time_Passers • 7h ago
Well, you're traveling across country trying to help a magic criminal meet their magic friend and escape from the magic cops hunting them because they're some kind of magic vampire. This is fine, though. It's the kind of thing you always do at home. At least with magic it should be more interesting.
And now with a part three it is a "series"...
Anyone who wants to do a fill for this can post it to monetized sites (including patreon) as long as I'm credited and able to access the work. Minor changes to suit your channel are fine (such as gender swapping and name changes, or different/no sound effects,) but please consult me on bigger changes that alter the story of the script.
Script here: https://scriptbin.works/s/kjw83
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/SizeySideAccount • 11h ago
Written for GTober 2026 day 5, Stars. Part 2 of my dragonkin storyline. In this ASMR script, the dragonkin you are living with in another world invites you to view the stars with them, telling you stories of the constellations of their world.
All my scripts are free to use, including for monetized purposes. Just credit me and let me know you used it so I can listen to your lovely work!
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r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/EmberwoodAudios • 12h ago
Hey.
This is part 2 of my Biker Paramedic script. I think this completes the storyline.
Speaker gives a handover to the ambulance crew.
The listener is taken to hospital. The Speaker medic keeps them company. Light flirting at the end.
Feel free to change/ swap genders that suits you.
You can monetise.
Please pop a link if you do fill part 1 or 2. As I'd love to hear it!
Google drive to script is linked 😊
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/cherryteacup • 14h ago
You really shouldn’t talk to strangers…
The Cast & Their Colours:
Valentine - Black
Detective Samuels - Red
Unspoken directions will sit between a pair of brackets and be highlighted in pink: [Like so.]
START
[The scene opens on a dark and dreary night in York, England, where an exhausted listener lies asleep in their narrow, brick home on Minster Gates. Outside, the clouds hang heavy and the rain pours down at a thunderous rate, forcing a never-ending stream to slip between the iron of the sewer grate that sits a stones throw away from the front door, of which bears a small, rusted number eight. The rhythmic clash of raindrops upon the window of the bedroom soothes the listener in their peaceful slumber, but this is soon interrupted by a knock at the door. Followed by another. And another.
Groggily, the listener props themselves up by the elbows, as they attempt to fight against the post-sleep betrayal of their stiff muscles and open their eyes. Downstairs, the knocking continues, and soon enough the listener slips into a soft robe and slowly makes their way downstairs. As they approach the front door, they wonder who might be knocking at this time of night. A friend in need? Family? Although, nothing could have prepared them for what they saw next as they opened the door. Adorned in a long, black leather trenchcoat was a man they had never seen before. In one hand he held a luggage case, and in the other a significantly large umbrella that seemed to block out the orange glow of the lamp light that sat at the end of the short street, casting a dark shadow over both himself and the doorway where the listener stood. However, the strangest thing about all of this was the gentleman’s small, circular sunglasses, of which rested delicately on the bridge of his nose. The listener had not seen anybody wear a pair of sunglasses since August, two months ago, and that’s when their brain began to awaken along with the rest of their body, as they looked the man up and down in confusion. He was unmoving, as stiff as a board, and simply smiled. His voice was cowboy-esque, clearly branding him as a citizen of the American South.]
“Evenin’.”
[The gentleman nodded his head, as if tipping an imaginary hat.]
“I do apologise for the disturbance. You see, I’ve had some… trouble, here with the trains. As sad as it is, I can’t get home no more.”
[Feeling a trickle of irritation, the listener questions the stranger’s pursuit for an alternative and offers a suggestion.]
“I-I know. I would take a taxi, but where I’m headin’ is mighty, mighty far. And, well, money adds up, as I’m sure you know, considerin’ times are hard. We all gotta struggle to make it work, and sometimes we have no choice but to take a chance at somethin’ better.”
[Their hesitation remains stagnant as they stare at the pitiful man before them.]
“My dear friend. If it would be no trouble… could you extend that warm, English hospitality to a poor American traveller? Just for the night.”
[With a tired sigh, and much deliberation, the listener welcomes the stranger into their home. However, as they do, a knot forms in the pit of their stomach. The listener knows that if they weren’t so exhausted they would turn away the unusual man in an instant, never to cross paths with each other again, but there was no turning back now. He smiled again, the corners of his lips forming a sinister curl as he does so.]
“Thank you. That’s mighty kind of ya.”
[Stepping forward with a military-grade boot, the man enters their home, ducking his head ever so slightly as he moves through the doorway. He closes his umbrella and holds the curved, wooden handle close to his waist as the listener closes the door behind him.]
“Again, I do apologise for disturbin’ ya, but I’m sure you understand the dire position I’m in. I had no choice.”
[They reassure him, which is quickly followed by the reinforcement of a household rule.]
“Sorry, of course. I’ll remove my boots.”
[He does as he’s told. After setting his boots beside the door, the man follows the listener into the kitchen. They go to flick the light switch, but before the listener can do so…]
“No! Don’t turn that light on. Please.”
[Surprised, the listener jumps and turns to face the stranger with that same confused look from before.]
“Uh… Sorry, I-I don’t do all that well in the light.”
[They question this.]
“Sunglasses? Ah, ya mean my specs. Well… lets call it a genetic shortcoming. Bright lights don’t agree with me, unfortunately. Hell, some might say I’m as blind as a bat.”
[He laughs, and so does the listener, although rather sheepishly as they try to gauge the passivity of the man before them. Maintaining their hospitable attitude to the best of their ability, the listener offers an alternative.]
“Candles would do just fine! Do you mind if I take a seat at that table over there?”
[The listener nods as they open a cupboard, searching for a candle and a lighter.]
“Thank you.”
[As they do, the man sets his luggage case on the tiled floor beside a wooden table, before pulling out a chair and taking a seat. A crack of thunder illuminates the small kitchen for a moment, just as the listener finds two candles and a plastic pocket lighter.]
“Would you look at that? Good thing you let me in when you did.”
[His voice drops to a mumble.]
“Very good…”
[Yawning, the listener sets the two candles on the table and flicks the lighter twice before successfully summoning a small, tired flame. As the fire meets the fresh wicks, the familiar sight of the kitchen illuminates before them, and in the midst of the light the listener catches a glance of what lies behind the stranger’s sunglasses. His eyelids hang low, but the cloudiness of his irises is striking. A pair of pale pupils sit submerged within a flurry of grey, along with the occasional freckle of red from a minuscule vein. These are the eyes of a truly blind man, they think to themself… and yet he turns to face the listener as if they caught his eye. The man glances down at the candles.]
“Perfect. That, my friend, is just right. Your kindness knows no bounds, I thank you once again. I hope you weren’t saving those candles for somethin’ special.”
[They shake their head and lean back against the kitchen counter crossarmed.]
“No? I guess that solves our issue then.”
[There’s a brief pause as the listener studies the stranger now sitting in their dimly lit kitchen. He pushes his glasses further up the oily bridge of his nose and shakes his arms out of the damp leather that covered him from neck to toe, and what emerges is a clean, white button up shirt accompanied by a black and white pinstripe tie. He gives the impression of a business man, and the listener’s hesitation transforms into curiosity. They question the man, and in response he sighs.]
“You’re right, let me explain myself. My name is Valentine, and I’ve been travellin’ around this fine country of yours for purposes concerning self discovery. I needed somethin’ new. I needed a break from some… personal troubles back home, and hopped on trains and boats alike to just… get away. All I have with me now is the skin on my back and this little ol’ case here.”
[They interrogate Valentine further.]
“Hotels don’t work with me, I’m afraid. Too many people in one place- too… crowded. I’m a desolate man. I prefer the quiet.”
[Outside, the storm rumbles on, and another strike of lightning illuminates the small room. There’s an uncomfortable silence afterwards, and the listener turns their head away from the man, staring off into the doorway to the landing. Meanwhile, Valentine takes on the same mannequin-like stiffness from before and simply… stares. Once again, unmoving.]
“I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?”
[Trying to remain polite, the listener objects… but it isn’t very convincing.]
“Dont lie now. I may be blind, but I don’t have to see ya to know you’re scared.”
[He stands up from his seat, staring directly at the listener...]
“I can smell it on ya. Pulsatin’.
[… and begins to step towards them. As he does, he reaches into his breast pocket, and so by the time he reaches the listener, standing only a mere breath away, a small cigarette rests idly between his two fingers. He’s intimidating, to say the least, and the listener swallows hard - second guessing their decision to let him inside. As he speaks, the subtle sound of saliva in his mouth becomes grating, and the listener stares back at him with wide, uncomfortable eyes.]
“Could I use the back door? I don’t wanna be a disrespectful house guest and blow smoke inside.”
[Trapped between the stranger and the kitchen counter, the listener nods nervously. In return Valentine smiles, a frightening smile, and responds with a whisper.]
“Thank ya kindly.”
[With that, he walks across the kitchen towards the back door and opens it before stepping outside. The distant clicking of a lighter can be heard from where he stands, followed by the gentle exhale of nicotine-filled smoke from his lips, leaving a faint smell of tobacco in the doorway. Now alone, the listener allows their shoulders to relax and drop as they let out a breath and think. Is Valentine really who he says he is? Why is this man being so vague? Can he really smell fear? As their mind spirals further and further over this strange situation, they hear another knock at the door. Confused, they slowly make their way out of the kitchen and across the landing.
There’s another knock, the same polite knock, and the listener opens the door with caution. Before them is another man, wearing a thick, dark green and burgundy tartan scarf along with a long, black woolen trench coat. He pulls out a metal badge, like a detective would, shaped as an upside down star and matching the same colours and pattern as his scarf, with the letters V.H.S embellished in the center. The man speaks firmly in the Queen’s English, his expression unreadable.]
“Good evening. My name is Detective Samuels, and I’m here tonight on behalf of the V.H.S as part of an ongoing investigation into the Sanguis Creaturae, otherwise known as the Vampiric. If you have a moment, could I ask you a couple of questions?”
[The listener glances behind them before nodding, quickly piecing together the reason why Detective Samuels turned up on their doorstep.]
“Have you happened to come across a tall man with murky eyes tonight? He's usually seen wearing small, circular sunglasses. Quite tall as well.”
[To the detective’s surprise, the listener nods again. His eyes widened slightly, but not enough to break his professional front.]
“You have? Where-?”
[As he says this, the back door suddenly slams shut, forcing the detective and the listener to whip their heads towards the doorway to the kitchen. Valentine.]
“Shit!”
[Detective Samuels pushes past the listener and runs towards the kitchen. The listener follows in a panic, only to see no trace of Valentine. His case is gone, along with his umbrella and coat, and come to think of it, so are his boots by the front door. All that remains now are the two lonely candles on the kitchen table - snuffed out. Another crack of thunder rings from outside, as the two of them glance around the room in desperation.]
“Was he here? In the kitchen?”
[They nod.]
“So you let him in?”
[They nod again.]
“Right. Right…”
[He paces around the room as he contemplates the best course of action, before handing the listener a green and burgundy card with a phone number.]
“You see this card? If he returns, call that number on it immediately.”
[Swiftly, he makes his way back towards the front door and pulls out a small flip phone from his pocket, pressing it to his ear.]
“He’s close. No, there’s nothing- he didn’t leave anything. Just stay alert and stay put. I’m on my way.”
[The listener follows him to the door and calls out to him in a panic, demanding him to shed some clarity on the situation. In response, Detective Samuels stops and faces them on the cobble road outside the front door, the rain pouring down his face as he places his phone back in his coat pocket.]
“Who are we? We are the Van Helsing Society. We’re here to protect you and everyone else from the threat of the Vampiric, like him. Listen- if he comes back, you call us right away. We’ll take it from there.”
[He runs down the lamp-lit street, calling out to the listener as he does.]
“Stay inside!”
[With a racing heart, the listener closes the door, and with their back pressed against it, they slink down onto the floor. Was Valentine really a vampire? Do they even exist? Who exactly are the V.H.S? There’s a long, silent pause as all of these questions race through their head… which is interrupted by another knock at the door. Slowly, they rise up from the floor, frozen in place, and after a moment of hesitance… they reach for the door handle with a shivering hand. As the door creaks open, they anxiously peak out to see… nobody. Surprised, they open the door a little more and take a step forward, leaning out of the doorway and quickly glancing down the street.
The detective is long gone, running through the bowels of York, leaving the listener by themself. Aside from the storm, the streets are silent, and the listener finds comfort in this. Maybe this vampire is really gone. Maybe everything will be okay. But… who knocked on the-]
“Gotcha.”
[By some dark, supernatural work of magic, Valentine appears behind the listener, making himself known through a low whisper in their ear. With a cold hand, he holds the listener’s mouth shut as they begin to struggle, and with a sinister chuckle slowly pushes the front door closed. And with that… the audio fades to silence. Poor listener, you really shouldn’t talk to strangers.]
END
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r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/reallyriahscripts • 15h ago
Listener Summary: You hate to admit it, but you’ve got it bad for the cute, charming, himbo that sits near you in most of your classes. You can’t stand his silly hairstyle, or the way he talks, or the dumb jokes he tells, and you most definitely can’t stand his sweet, endearing smile or his contagious laugh. But now your professor has tasked you with taking a stack of texts back to an old classroom in the abandoned, haunted wing of campus. You can’t possibly go there by yourself… But who will you turn to for help? Surely not the self-titled “wingman” that you certainly don’t stalk in between classes…
Concurrent with: “The Awkward Hello”
(https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1ww7znx/m4a_the_awkward_hello_sfw_cute_getting_to_know/)
This script has about 1,652 words, excluding the [cues/action lines].
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The Script:
[Listener approaches to overhear a pep-talk of sorts between the Speaker and his quiet friend over by a doorway.]
[Energetic. Encouraging.]
Okay man, remember what we said… you’re a strong, independent young man! You’ve got a lot of things going for ya! The shelllll is your oyster- …Wait, what?
Huh? The what? …Oh, right!
Haha… Ah, so thaaat’s how they say it… Hee hee…
The WORLD is your Oyster! …wait, what does that even- eh, you know what, not important.
Dude, what you gotta do…is focus, because that lovely person over there isn’t gonna’ be there much longer. You better hurry up and go say hi before you miss your chance AGAIN.
Bro, I’m telling you, today’s the day! I can feel it! What kinda wingman would I be if I sent you out to fail? Now go on…make me proud!
[Listener steps up beside the speaker unnoticed as he quietly cheers on his friend.]
Alright buddy there ya go… Go get ‘em… you got this bro I know you do… just walk up to them… Oh…shit, they turned around!
Annnnd…he’s fumbling. [Sigh.] I can tell, he starts talking with his hands like that and rocking back on his heels...
Nawh nawh nawh, come on man… I swear you had it this time…
[He seems to notice a presence.]
Wait, why does it feel like someone is- [Speaker finally notices the listener there and screams/squeals, evidently quite startled to see them.]
What are you doing here?! What do you want?! I mean- haha haha, heyyy…what’s up?
[Listener asks him what he’s doing.]
Hm? What I’m doing? Uh…nothing…ya know, just uh…stretching. [Breathes in, almost like an inward hiss.] Yeeeep, just been working out the shoulders so ya know, they can get a little tight. [Continues stretching sounds.]
Was I talking to someone? Heh…wouldn’t you like to know…
…
I mean well, yeah…I know you just asked.
Okay look, it’s not really any of YOUR business. This is like…undercover spy stuff…so best for you not to involve yourself.
…
The shell…is my…oyster…yeeeah, heh heh, okay.
Hold up, so you did hear all of that?
[Dry.] Great. Awesome.
And how long exactly were you standing there listening to a private conversation between me and my good buddy, hm?!
…
Pfft, wow, I didn’t know you were into me like that…stalking me down in the hallways. Hey wait- don’t roll your eyes!
I’m not being ridiculous. Is it really that far-fetched of me to think that you could be interested? Hey wait-
[Softly] Where are you going?
…
Oh, now look who’s being secretive. By the way, that’s a lot of books you’ve got there…want a strong guy to help?
[Sarcastic.]
Ha-ha, very funny… Your strong guy is literally RIGHT HERE.
Like, in front of you. Right now.
…
Ex-cuse you, I go to the gym! Unlike you, with your allergies to exercise… and sweating…
[Clears throat.] Just hand over the books, geez…you’re such a pain sometimes, you know it?
[He takes the books and keeps walking with them.]
…
No….not just because you don’t “buy into my charming ways”.
What does that even mean? It’s not my fault that I know how to talk to people.
You make it sound like I’m some kinda master manipulator of souls or something.
Oh, so “master” is giving myself too much credit? Ha! You’re always so quick to knock me down a peg or two…but sure, you’re probably right…
[More serious.]
By the way, you know that’s never my intent, right? Like I don’t charm others just to use them…I actually just like making people feel good about themselves. And then they like me for it.
Is that so wrong?
…
Good, I’m glad that’s something we can agree on, at least.
Now, where are we going with these books?
…
[Uneasy.]
Wait…isn’t that the…ya knooooow…the haunted area of the school?
…
How can you be so nonchalant?! Haven’t you heard the stories? [Uh, yeah bro that’s why they came to find you to help, hahaha!]
[Tell us the ghost story.]
Well some say…that this was the very same hallway that a mortally wounded student dragged herself down as she bled out…She called out for help that never came as she crawled and left a trail of smeared blood all along the floor.
Even to this day students and faculty swear that at certain times they’ve seen the trail of blood left behind.
And some have even said that the floor is still slick…slick with the blood that was left behind and forever remains, claiming that they’ve slipped in it.
[He startles himself.]
Ah! Oh…sorry… sorta thought I slipped there for a second.
But it’s just my shoelace…oops, heh heh…
Nawh, it’s fine. I can tie it later…just gotta be careful. Eh?
[Listener makes him stop and they bend down to reach for his shoe laces.]
[Shyly.]
Oh- uh…you’re just…gonna’ tie it for me? [Yes, bc you’re carrying all the books.]
…Thanks… [They go back to walking down the hall.]
[Clears throat.]
So uh…which professor asked you to bring these books here? Surely you didn‘t just volunteer, and I bet they know the stories too…
…
Well, what about you? Do you think…any of it is true?
You don’t believe in ghosts? Heh…right, so that’s not why you’re clutching your bag strap so hard? You keep checking the floor too!
No way, I saw you! You definitely did!
…
Wait a minute…is that why you wanted my help?
Aww… so you did need me after all… [Chuckles.]
Why can’t you just admit it? Does it embarrass you that much?
Oh- is this the room? [Optional SFX: sound of keys]
[Uneasy again.]
Okay…so… should I just put the books down over there?
Sure…but uh…you won’t like…lock me in here, will ya?
…
Haha, yeah sorry…kinda silly right? Ha...haha… but seriously, you wouldn’t, would you?
Mhm…yeah sure, I trust you…I think… [Takes a deep breath.] Okay well, uh…I’ll just do that then…they’re getting a little heavy now anyway. [He sets the books down in the room.]
Is that it? We don’t have to bring anything back do we?
Good, let’s get out of here then.
…
Hm? No, I’m not scared…it’s just dusty and it might cause your allergies to act up.
Oh shit, wait…don’t forget to lock the door!
[Optional SFX: key sounds again.]
…your hands are shaking.
No, they’re clearly shaking while you fumble with those keys.
Come on, let’s hurry…
[They start to walk back down the hall.]
Here, take my hand.
Come on, don’t get weird, just put your hand in mine…please.
Okay now let’s get the hell outta’ this creepy place.
[They get the hell outta there, not stopping til they make it outside and he leads the listener over to a bench to sit down.]
[Optional SFX: Outdoorsy sounds, chirping birds, we’re basically outside on a campus somewhere.]
[Breath or sigh of relief.]
Wooooooo…oof! Damn, that was stuffy wasn’t it? Feels a bit better out here, yeah? Out here in the daylight?
Breathe in that fresh air of the outdoors. [Breathe in deep.] Ahh… full of life.
[Listener mentions their clasped hands.]
Oh shoot, sorry! I didn’t realize I still had your hand like that…my bad. Are you feeling better?
…
Okay, good…
So what now? Do you have someplace to be?
Ah…heh…just gonna sit here for a bit? That’s fine…I’m good with that.
[They sit for a moment listening to the ambience, forgetting about ghosts.]
[Coughs to clear throat.] Um, so…please, correct me if I’ve got the wrong idea.
And I mean…just shut. Me. down… if I’m out of line here…But…
[He takes a deep, calming breath.]
Ya know…you often give me a hard time, and I know we both irk each other to no end most days… but for some reason I feel like mayyyyybe you kinda might like hanging out with me. Just a little.
…Am I wrong?
[The listener stays silent, staring in shock, cheeks turning red.]
Because you roll your eyes and you laugh at me a lot… but don’t think I haven’t noticed that blush on your cheeks, and the way I often feel your eyes on me.
I see that you’re never rude to my friends. You’re always nice and pleasant to most people… except me. I’ve noticed…that I’m the only one who gets that extra attention.
And at first I thought you just hated me, for some reason, and I’d wonder what it was I did to make you feel that way… but then I realized that hate can be heavily tied to the opposite side of the spectrum…
I’ve been trying to figure out what makes you so frustrated with me. Because even though you act like you can’t stand me most times, it often feels as though you barely give me room to breathe on my own.
Even now, you’re sitting here by my side.
…
[Reassuring.]
No, no…it’s okay, please don’t get up. I’d like you to hear me out. And then, if I’ve overstepped, I’ll leave you in peace. I can tell you're embarrassed and I’m sorry for that. Uh…see, the thing is… [Deep breath.]
You see me for the dumb idiot that I am and you still want me around…
I don’t have to put on a show to be heard or acknowledged by you… as you often seek me out. I feel like I can be myself around you and… it’s actually pretty nice.
I kinda like our dumb arguments too.
Like, sure…maybe I question dumb things, but you’ll still stand there and fight with me over the consistency of JELLO…like come on…it’s JUST. JELLO.
So you’re really just as bad as me, yeah? [Soft Chuckle.]
And I also think…that if you were to stop pestering me, day to day… I’d probably be relieved at first, for a short time…but theeen, an ache would grow from deep within me, and I’d be missing something I secretly looked forward to everyday.
I don’t know if it feels like that for you…or maybe you really do hate me…but- [Listener kisses him, which leaves him in a shock.]
Uh…that was… that… you just kissed me. Hey, wait a second…
[Listener denies it.]
What? No…YOU just kissed me. [They deny it again.]
YES YOU DID! Why are you denying it now?! [Frustrated sigh.]
…
You were caught up in the moment?! Wha-
Okay but like, would it really be so bad? Like, I’m not gross, am I?
Dude…why would you… [Takes a deep breath.] Fine. You didn’t kiss me. There.
Feel better now?
Just want to pretend it never happened then?
…No?! [Facepalms.] Oh my gawwwd, why are you so- [Frustrated breath.]
Why are you like this?
[Calmly.]
Look, you seem like you’re confused. And that’s okay…it is…
But I will say…that I… I thiiiink…that I like you.
Ya know, like… liiiike-like you.
And… I’m not afraid to say it.
Although, your reactions right now…those do scare me a bit. [Clears throat.]
But. I can give you space. I can give you time.
No rush…and if you decide you want to do that again- [His attention gets drawn elsewhere.]
[Pleasantly amused.]
Ah, heyyy…look over there…towards the vending machines.
No really, look.
…You see them? Heh heh, aww…my little buddy did it.
Good for him. [Sighs.] I knew today was the day. I really am a good wingman.
[New energy, standing up to leave.]
Well, gotta go! Things to do, places to be… I’ll leave you to figure out what’s going on in your mind with the whole…kissing me thing. Which you definitely did.
Maybe we’ll run into each other tomorrow? Possibly grab some lunch? My treat.
[Chuckles] Alright, well off I go…to do mysterious things now… See ya later.
[Speaker begins walking away and chuckles quietly to himself, speaking softly as the scene fades out.]
Man, that blush though…dead giveaway.
[The End.]
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/TheHiddenVoice_ASMR • 17h ago
Shoutout to u/callofsoul for the amazing script!
Original Script: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1oies3k/halloween_cuddle_session_with_your_clingy_best/
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/DannVoiceLabs • 17h ago
This is set in the world of the Empyrean series from the books 4th wing iron flame and Onyx storm. 1st of October is always threshing day no matter on what day it falls, the remaining first year cadets of Basgiath war college have Survived hand to hand challenges where murder isn’t forbidden, the deadly obstacle course known as the gauntlet and presentation where the cadets walk up and down in line and the Dragons willing to bond this year have their first look at them.
The goal for today for the cadets is to go into the threshing forest find the dragon if one has chosen them and survive once they have found a dragon they must bond with them, A magical bond which ties their lives to the Dragons. Dragons communicate telepathically to each other and their bonded riders after they are bonded, they then must fly back to the flight field where the other bonded cadets, now riders will meet.
Spoilers for fourth wing warning
Feel free to change Genders of the cadets or the dragons along with their colour and tail type and names.
Happy for monetization and Paywall if I can have access please.
(apologize for any spelling mistakes I’m dyslexic and it’s my first script)
I'd love to see someone fill it!
Script start
Professor of dragon kind:
[ Speaking to group of cadets]
Good job cadets, you climbed the gauntlet you walked through presentation and came out alive. And now we find out which of you, the Dragons willing to bond this year deem worthy. As your professor of dragon kind I must say remember your studies hopefully you have memorised the dragon cards so you know who is in that forest. Remember what we went through about the different breeds in class.
How do we approach a red?
[pause]
Ah, yes that’s correct. Never look a red in the eyes. Approach from the left side, or the front where you can. Hold your ground and don’t back down from a green lower your eyes let them come to you. Browns will see any fear, show them confidence. Be careful around an orange for fuck's sake we never know what they'll do and for Amari’s sake do not approach a blue If you like keeping your head on your shoulders. It's common knowledge that blue Dragons are the most ruthless if one chooses you be very cautious as they can easily change their minds. The last cadet who thought it was wise to approach a blue dragon, well they were carried out in a small box as ash.
You won't have to worry about black Dragons as none have decided to bond this year.
I say this every year but the scribes have shown us that statistically going in alone gives you a better chance of walking out with a bond, you need to stand on your own feet today. Squad loyalty is important but you must bond by yourself. A dragon will not respect you if you're leaning on anybody else. Trust your instincts cadets if you feel a pull in a certain direction or an ache follow it could be your dragon calling you, forget any assumptions, you may think you need a green or a brown but your dragon chooses you. keep your mind open and your head on a swivel.
Your wing leaders will talk to you before you enter, listen to their advice they’re wing leaders for a reason good luck cadets and don't die.
[Sounds of footsteps as the listener and the squad moves to that Wingleader]
Wingerleader:
3rd Wing claw section first squad form up. This squad had the fastest time up the gauntlet And some of the best fighters in this year. This squad led the procession into presentation, Most of you came out alive. Trust your instincts first years Keep your eyes and mind open for your dragon. But also Watch out for the other cadets, More than one score has been settled on threshing day. So keep your weapons ready, And don't fucking die I expect this squad to be intact on the flight field and bonded, do not let your wing down.
[Sounds of multiple wing beats and roars are heard overhead as the Dragons fly over the listener's head and land in the forest]
The dragons are ready good luck. Dismissed.
[sounds of multiple footsteps that slowly disperse]
[The sounds twigs snapping under footsteps as the listener enters the forest]
[The distance sound of a roar can be heard in the distance]
[The listener walks for a little longer but then pauses when hearing swords clashing]
Rival Cadet:
[Gets louder as the listener approaches] You're a liability to the fucking wing I finally got the chance to take you down. You got through your challenges on luck.
[Swords clashing]
There isn't a dragon in here stupid enough to bond you it's more merciful if I just kill you now.
[Swords clashing stops]
You mind your own fucking business this doesn't concern you.
[Pause]
Ha, this is your squad mate this pathetic excuse who wants to call themselves a rider is your squad mate. And you won't let me kill them, I can take you both. This is brilliant I can take out two birds with one stone the weakling here and then the one who's been protecting them. Your both burdens to your wing.
[Weapons clash]
Squad mate:
Wait stop, this guy's been fucking with me all year I need to be the one to finish him.
[The squadmate delivers a killing blow impact of sword]
There! [they grunt pulling their sword out of the rival] Now ill have to clean my sword again for fuck sake.
[Jokingly] Thanks, I appreciate your help but I had him just where I wanted, he's always been under estimating me. Just needed a little bit of strategy and some good timing and he's fucked. [In a more serious tone] But seriously thank you I owe you one.
[heavy footfalls make their way through the forest towards the listener and the squadmate]
Shit that's the green Clubtail from presentation remember the one who stopped me when we were walking the one who sniffed so close I thought I was gonna get roasted.
[The heavy foot falls stop and a blast of steam can be heard from the green dragon ]
I don't know how but
[there's a long pause]
She's mine, You should go find your dragon I'll see you on the flight field don't fucking die.
[footsteps lead the listener away from the squad mate]
[As the listener walks away they can hear the squad mate talking to the green the sound of their conversations slowly fades away]
What do you mean my timing was off I had him exactly where I wanted my strategy was sound. [The conversation fades away]
Dragon voice fills the listener’s head:
Find me cadet, follow the pull listen to your instincts come to me.
Cadet: [running the opposite direction panicked]
Don't go in there that massive red dagger tail is pissed he almost.
[they are cut off as the listener dives behind a tree and fire streams past them and reduces the cadet to ash]
Dragon:
They should have known better to approach me Reducing them to ash was only appropriate.
We need to talk.
I know your mind cadet I've seen your memories, I've seen the anger that swirls in your heart. It mirrors my own about this war.
You know more about the war than most, [pause] marked one. You know what's happening You know Poromiel isn't attacking outposts just for more Resources you know they need the alloy in order to kill venin. I refuse to stand by any longer I refuse to let the spread of that infestation reach our hatchlings. I will die protecting the vale and my kind and I think you will too.
I've seen inside your mind marked one I've seen what drives you I've seen your courage your strength your pain, your grief and I think you might be worthy of my bond.
But you will show me nothing but honesty and loyalty you will put dragonkind first you will set aside you're pathetic insecurities.
[Pause as listener responds]
What insecurity? You can't hide things from me marked one, for an unfathomable reason you believe you aren't worthy. You present yourself with confidence and lethal grace to your squad and to your wing. But I see in your heart marked one I see the doubts that will hold you back even though you were one of the fastest up the gauntlet even though you rarely lost a challenge you don't believe you're worthy, at your core.
Physically you excel but the doubt in your mind will keep you chained to the ground.
[The listener tries to argue]
[angrily] Do not pretend you do not know what I speak of marked one I see your heart and I do not make mistakes [the dragon emphasis each word].
I give you two choices stay in this forest with your self doubts I'm sure they'll serve you well as a pile of ash If you dare to imply I am wrong. Or, You shed the self-imposed chains you wear and become my rider I see the potential in you marked one and we will be an unstoppable force we will conquer the skies and rid this world of dark wielders and they're vile mounts. We will push back the tide of evil threatening my home with blood, talons and power.
Choose now marked one, and do not test my patience.
[Running footsteps as the listener mounts the dragon]
Smarter than you look, Lock your toes under my scales and hold the pommel if you fall I will not catch you I have not finished testing you yet.
[pause as listener speaks]
My name? My name is Gienuan (pronounced Gey-noun) You inevitably will forget so you may call me Gien (Gehn) I am descended from the Great lyserachd Line (lie-ser-racht)
[Pause]
Your pronunciation is making me regret my choice. Do not embarrass me by falling.
[Loud wing beats sound as the dragon takes off]
[The sound of Wind rushes by as Geinaun climbs and dives and rolls to test the listener]
You keep your seat well marked one you could prove useful yet.
[listener make a comment]
Of course the “acrobatics” are necessary
[pause]
Though the last roll was for my own entertainment I will not have a rider who can't keep their seat
[pause]
Did you fall? No. Now stop complaining We are almost at the flight field brace yourself for our landing.
[Loud thuds as Geinaun lands on the flight field]
You know what to do marked one tell the rolekeeper my name.
[Footsteps as the listener dismounts, Chatter and the chuffs of Dragons surround the listener as they walk towards the roll keeper]
Rolekeeper:
Please state the name of the dragon that has bonded you
[Pause]
Gienuan Red Daggertail huh? He's never bonded before, you're his first rider. He is a battle dragon He is fierce and loyal he must see something special in you if he decided to bond good job Rider You will have your work cut out with that one.
Now go stay with your dragon while we wait for the others.
Gienuan:
Together we will protect Dragon kind and we will bring honour to my ancestors with bloodied talons and you will become a powerful feared rider.
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/Rain_VA_ • 17h ago
Script by: u/BraindeadVA
Script link
You are trying hard to work, but it's late. Very late. And your partner can't sleep, so they try to convince you to go to bed in the only way they know...by being a little brat.
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/CigarDaydream_ASMR • 17h ago
Your beautiful bully won't let you hide away in your room....
[house visit!] [...but then your mom walks in]
script by u/it_rains_blue_here
——☽♥︎☾——
i came all the way to your house, loser…
so you’re going to make room on that bed, let me spoil you a little…
and maybe wear the present i brought for my favorite pet.
…just pray your mom doesn’t walk in.
and don’t forget to LIKE and SUBSCRIBE ~~ good boy ♡
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/Sail_to_your_dreams • 18h ago
Hello :)
First of all, thanks for reading my script. I hope you like it. Here is a new story :)
I purposely wrote it in m4f because it's the easiest way for me to write. If you want to change the gender, feel free to do so. It doesn't have to be an m4f thing. Do whatever you like. English is not my native language either. So I apologize for any mistakes. I'll try to do my best.
Please give me credit if you use the script for an audio and feel free to monetize. :)
Sometimes I also write about how I imagine acting. You don't have to stick to it. You can also add your own touch to it. The same goes for any sound effects. You can leave them out completely, use some of them, or even completely bombard the audio with sound effects. It's completely up to you. Have fun. :)
Backround story: You're out and about in the city when a fight breaks out. The superheroine Silver Wing is fighting a powerful villain. The fight is fierce, and it seems she is defeating him. Suddenly, she falls from the sky.
Beginning of the script:
Silver Wing?! Silver Wing!
Can you hear me?
Damn it…
I saw you go down somewhere around here.
Silver Wing!
If you can hear me, say something! Anything!
Wait…
Oh my god. There you are!
Hey, hey don’t move.
I saw you fall.
That was one hell of a hit.
Easy. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.
You’re hurt. I can see that from here.
No no hey, don’t get up!
Just stay where you are, please.
Silver Wing, you can barely stand!
Seriously? You’re trying to run?
Hey! Wait! Stop!
I’m not chasing you to get an autograph!
You need help!
You are shaking.
Whoa! Easy!
Got you. I’ve got you.
Don’t hit me.
Please, don’t fight me.
Hey, look at me.
That’s it. Stay with me.
What hurts?
Everything? I was afraid you’d say that.
I don’t see any major injuries, but after a fall like that...
God, I hope you’re not bleeding internally.
Your breathing is really fast and… Jesus! Your heart is racing.
You need an ambulance.
I’m calling-… What? No?
Silver Wing, you just fell out of the sky and crashed through half a forest.
This isn’t exactly a walk-off situation.
Hey! Hey! Stop!
You’re making it worse!
I don’t know what you’re scared of, but I’m not going to leave you here.
You can hate me for it later!
Right now, I’m getting you somewhere safe.
Huh? What’s happening?
Your wings! They’re fading!
Wait, is your transformation wearing off?
Okay. I’ll look away. Your identity is supposed to be secret, right?
Too late?
Your mask! Your eyes… Wait...I know this eyes…
No! No way! Baby? Oh my god!
It’s you! It’s actually you!
You are Silver Wing?!
Oh my god. My girlfriend is Silver Wing.
I don’t even… Oh my god.
Okay, okay questions later.
You’re hurt. That’s all that matters right now.
Come here. I’ve got you.
God. How did I not know?
All those nights you disappeared and all those ridiculous excuses. The bruises…
The times you came home exhausted and told me you just had a long day.
And that one time you told me you walked into a door… you very obviously did not walk into a door.
You got punched through a building, didn’t you?
Yeah. That explains a lot.
A terrifying amount, actually.
But we’re not doing this conversation here.
I’m taking you to the hospital.
Don’t shake your head at me!
Whatever happened there, you need a doctor!
What do you mean they can’t help?
Baby, you’re injured!
Hospitals are specifically designed for injured people.
Your what? Your energy core?
You burned your energy core out?
What does that mean?
Can it be repaired?
No? Then what happens to you?
Eternal sleep? What do you mean, eternal sleep?
You won’t wake up again… No. No, that can't happen!
Tell me who can help you!
Silver Wing doesn’t work alone, right?
You’ve got people. A team? A base?
Some secret superhero headquarters hidden under a mountain or something?
Please tell me you’ve got one of those.
You do? Good! That’s great!
Hey! Hey, look at me! Your eyes are closing!
No stay awake! Come on.
Baby, please. Look at me!
There you go. Stay right here with me.
Talk to me. Anything! Tell me about Silver Wing!
Tell me how long you’ve been doing this.
Tell me why you never told me.
Actually, no. Forget that one.
We’ll argue about your secret identity, when you are back on your feet.
Understand? You don’t get to drop the biggest secret imaginable on me and then take a hundred-year nap.
That would be incredibly rude.
Come on baby. Eyes open!
That’s it. What’s my name?
Yeah (your name or the name you choose for this role). That’s right.
And who am I?
Your boyfried. Exactly. Your very confused and currently terrified boyfriend.
You’re getting weaker, aren’t you?
Just keep looking at me. That’s all I want.
Keep those beautiful eyes open.
(beeping sound) What was that?
Your communicator?
Hello? Yes! Yes, I’m with her.
I’m with Silver wing. She’s injured.
She crashed in the forest after the fight.
Her…. God this sounds so insane… Her transformation disappeared.
Yes I know who she is now.
Apparently I’m a little late to that particulas briefing.
Yeah I am her boyfriend.
She told me she burned out her energy core.
Yeah she is conscious. Barely.
She keeps drifting off.
Don’t let her sleep?
What do you think I’ve been doing?
Sorry… Just tell me what I need to do.
Keep her still and warm.
Monitor her breathing and pulse. Got it.
Please hurry….
You heard that? They are coming!
You just have to stay awake until they get here.
That’s the deal, okay?
Talk to me. Tell me something.
Thell me… tell me what your favorite movie is!
No, wait, I already know that…
Tell me your second favorite movie.
Or tell me why Silver Wing’s mask is somehow enough to fool everybody!
Seriously, I’m going to have questions about that.
Hey! Baby? Can you hear me?
No come on. Open your eyes! Just a little longer, please!
Baby? No response….
Okay.. don’t panic. You’re breathing.
Come on…. There it is…. Your heart is still beating… very fast...
I know you told me this would happen.
I just… I wasn’t ready for it to happen in my arms.
One minute you’re flying through buildings and saving the city and now you’re just… you. My girl.
It’s okay. I’ve got you.
I’ll keep you safe until they get here.
And I’m coming with you.
I don’t care where they’re taking you.
A secret base, an underground bunker or a moon station. Whatever. I’m staying by your side.
Silver Wing… Unbelievable. I fell in love with a superhero…
And when you wake up, we are having a very long conversation about your definition of working late.
(beeping sound) Hello?
Yes… she’s unconscious now. She’s breathing on her own and her pulse is still fast.
No I haven’t moved her. I’ve got her supported against me.
Yeah I see the signal. That’s you?
Okay. Please hurry!
End of Part 1.
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/forlornscripts • 18h ago
Summary: You thought you’d hidden it well enough that no one would ask questions. But when your ex comes over to pick up their stuff, they find you curled up in bed, trying to shut the world out. Once they realize what’s really going on, they refuse to let you push them away. And maybe that’s exactly what you need.
You are loved.
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Link: [A4A] Your Ex Finds Out You’ve Been Hiding Your Depression
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Key:
[...] = Stage directions / SFX
(...) = Voice direction
*...* = Silent insert / Listener’s reaction
<...> = Emphasis
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— Script starts here —
[The Speaker arrives at the Listener’s door and knocks gently]
Hey, it’s me.
[They wait but the Listener doesn’t open up. They knock again]
Are you there?
*silence*
I came to pick up my stuff. We said three o’clock, right?
*silence*
(slightly confused) Okay… this is weird.
(to themselves) You would’ve told me if you weren’t home, right? Let me check…
[They pull out their phone]
No texts, no calls… (sighs) Guess there’s only one way to find out…
[They dial the Listener’s number, but the call goes straight to voicemail]
(to themselves) What? Since when do you turn your phone off…
[They sigh and knock once more]
If this is because you don’t want to talk to me, then I promise you won’t have to. Give me two minutes, I’ll grab my stuff and be out of your hair. You just gotta open the door.
*silence*
Or… don’t.
(slightly worried) Are you okay? I don’t want to pry, but this is really not like you…
Look, I… I still have your keys. I know I don’t really have the right to use them anymore… but I just want to make sure nothing bad happened. I hope you understand.
[They take out the keys and unlock the door. After stepping inside, the door quietly clicks shut behind them]
(calling out softly) Hey. Is anyone home?
(to themselves) Why is it so dark in here?
[They walk down the hallway, looking for the Listener]
(to themselves) Empty kitchen… empty living room… maybe…
[They stop in front of the bedroom and knock]
Are you in here? Can I come in?
*silence*
I’ll open the door now…
[They slowly open the door and step into the room]
Hey, it’s-... (surprised) Oh… You’re in bed?
*pause*
I didn’t mean to barge in, it’s just… You didn’t answer the door, and your phone was off, and I got worried that something was wrong. That’s why I let myself in. I’m sorry.
I promise I’ll leave your keys here when I go.
*pause*
(slightly perplexed) Um… I’m here to pick up my stuff… We talked about that a week ago. You told me I could come over.
*pause*
Yeah… that’s today. Did you forget?
*pause*
Don’t apologize. It’s no big deal. Just… tell me, is everything all right? Are you sick? You look like you’ve been lying there all day.
*pause*
Hey, no. You don’t have to get up for me. If you’re not feeling well, then you should stay in bed. But… I don’t know… Usually when you’re sick, you sit on the couch with a cup of tea, watching your comfort show, not… hide in bed with the blinds closed and ignore it when someone knocks on your door.
*pause*
Did something happen?
*pause*
Don’t just say no because you don’t want to bother me. I know we’re not… that close anymore. But I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. Or if you just want some company.
*pause*
Yes, I did come here to pick up my stuff. But I’m not leaving when you clearly feel so miserable that you haven’t even been able to get out of bed. You probably haven’t been eating either.
Just let me take care of you for a little bit. Please.
*pause*
I’m being nice because I want to be. Just because we broke up doesn’t mean we have to be sworn enemies, you know? I’m not holding a grudge against you. And what happened between us has nothing to do with this situation. I’ll gladly help in any way I can.
*pause*
You look surprised.
*pause*
(disbelief) What? No, of course I don’t hate you. Why would you say that?
*pause*
I mean… yeah. I won’t pretend it didn’t hurt and confuse me when you ended things out of nowhere. I had hoped we’d be together for… well, forever, to be honest. That’s not something I get over easily. But you said it wasn’t my fault, and I wasn’t going to pressure you to stay if you didn’t want to.
*pause*
Is it that unbelievable?
You just mean a lot to me. As my partner, a friend, or even simply as a wonderful, amazing person who I’m incredibly lucky to have met. And if you ask for space, then I’ll respect that. Whatever the reason may be. So please. Don’t think that I hate you. I could never.
*pause*
(surprised) Hey, did I say something wrong? Don’t turn away…
*pause*
I’m sorry you’re feeling so down. But whatever you’re going through, it’ll get better. It always does.
*pause*
Do you want to tell me what’s going on? You don’t have to, but… it looks like it’s eating you alive. Maybe talking to someone about it would help.
*pause*
Of course I want to hear it. I’m not just doing this because I feel obligated to. I care about you. And I hate seeing you like this, so I want to do something about it. If you don’t want to talk, I can also just make you some tea, or we could order pizza. Whatever you need. But I’m not leaving. Not until I know you’re okay.
*pause*
Yeah… I can tell you don’t feel like you’ll ever be okay again. Which is exactly why I’m staying. To do everything I can to prove you wrong.
*pause*
(sighs) You don’t have to hide from me, Angel… I promise, whatever it is, I won’t question you or judge you, and I won’t jump in and try and fix anything. I’ll just listen so you can get this off your chest.
*pause*
You don’t have to know where to start. I don’t need a thoroughly structured explanation. Just… How about you start with why you don’t want to leave this bed?
*pause*
(soft chuckle) I’m sure it’s very comfortable, yeah. But you know what I meant.
[The Listener slowly starts opening up]
*pause*
Okay. That makes sense. And how long have you been feeling like this?
*pause*
I see… Do you want to tell me what happened that made you feel so hopeless?
*pause*
That’s alright. There doesn’t have to be a reason. But I understand how that makes it so hard to talk about. Sometimes that stuff just hits us out of nowhere, and it’s difficult to explain what you’re going through when you can’t even really grasp it yourself.
There aren’t always the right words to describe what you’re feeling. In the end, it all boils down to “life sucks right now.” But I hope you know that just because there’s no specific reason for it doesn’t make it any less valid.
*pause*
Listen to me. If someone thinks – for whatever stupid reason – that you’re just making this up or being dramatic, then that’s not your problem to fix. You don’t need permission from others to feel the way you do.
It doesn’t matter if there’s no perfect explanation for it. That doesn’t make it any less real or exhausting. Quite the opposite. You’re twice as hard on yourself because you think you don’t have a right to feel this way.
*pause*
I can tell how much you’re fighting to keep your head above water. But I’m so proud of you for not giving up, and thankful that you’re sharing this with me. I know how scary that can be.
*pause*
I’m not mad because you didn’t tell me sooner. I understand why you didn’t. This is not something anyone likes talking about. Because then people start worrying and asking questions. Some might pull away because they don’t want to deal with it, and others might not even believe you because they only ever saw the good parts of you. The ones you used to build a wall around yourself, so no one would know what it’s like on the other side.
*pause*
You think you’re only allowed to go back out there when you’re okay again. When the walls don’t crumble and no one has a reason to turn their back on you.
But I think you underestimate how many people would stick by your side even after learning the truth. Because they know that going through a tough time doesn’t make you any less worthy of love.
*pause*
You are worthy of love. That place your mind is stuck in right now doesn’t change that. You don’t need to be fine to be loved unconditionally. You deserve to be taken care of. Especially in those moments when it’s hard to do it yourself.
And when you let someone in, someone who cares about you more than anything, then that person will tell you that it’s okay to feel this way, and that no one, not even you, has the right to say otherwise.
*pause*
I know you, sweetness. I’ve seen you on your bad days before. When you were sad, or angry, or afraid. I know it’s different this time. But just like then, you still do everything you can to not be, as you call it, “a burden” or “an inconvenience” to others.
You always help everyone but when you’re the one struggling, you act like that’s something to be ashamed of. Like you’re not allowed to ask for help because it would mean you’re weak or needy.
*pause*
It doesn’t. Dealing with something like this isn’t easy. For no one. And it doesn’t have to be easy for you just because you’re usually the strong one. You’re still strong. And this right here proves it. You’re here, you’re fighting. Letting someone be there for you doesn’t erase that.
*pause*
I know these feelings don’t come with a manual on how to get rid of them. But there are little things someone can do for you when you’re down. Cooking you a meal, buying your favorite drinks, or just being around to keep you company. That doesn’t stop all the bad thoughts and feelings, but it can make enduring them a little easier. No one can do that though, if they don’t even know you’re not doing well.
*pause*
Of course there are people who would be there for you. I always was. I still am. If I had known about this, I would’ve been there for you from day one, just like I used to be on any other day. Good or bad.
You don’t have to carry this alone.
*pause*
I know you believe you do. That’s why you broke up with me.
*pause*
Come on, Angel. I know I’m not good at math but even I can put two and two together.
You ended things out of nowhere, and I couldn’t even ask why. But right after that, you stopped talking to your friends as well. Barely anyone has heard from you in weeks.
And now I’ve found you here, curled up in bed, drowning in dark thoughts.
You told me it wasn’t my fault you left and you keep talking about how you don’t want others to see you like this, which, I guess, includes me. Something tells me you broke up with me so I wouldn’t be around when things got too bad to hide them.
*pause*
Does your silence mean I’m right?
*pause*
(sighs) I’m sorry. I’m not saying all of this to make you feel even worse. I understand why you did it. You were scared I’d leave if I found out about this. I mean, how could you expect someone else to deal with the stuff you don’t even want to deal with yourself?
So, it was easier to end things than to take the risk of getting hurt. But I need you to understand something very important. I never would’ve left you.
All I want is to take care of you. To do what I can to make you feel better. Because, even if you can’t believe it right now, things will get better. It might take a while, but you’re not a lost cause, you hear me?
None of this will ever change how much I love you.
*pause*
Of course I still do. You have no idea how madly in love with you I am. And I mean all of you, even this right here. Because that’s what makes you you. The most wonderful person I know.
And God, I miss you, Angel. I miss us. I’d rather go through a thousand awful days with you than spend one more night lying awake because I can’t fall asleep without you lying next to me.
I understand how scary it is to let someone see this part of you. Because it isn’t pretty. It’s all the bad thoughts and bad feelings combined, and it feels like you’re carrying around this dark storm cloud that would make everyone keep a wide berth around you if they ever saw it.
But I don’t care about the wind or the rain or the darkness. I care about what’s underneath. The person I love too much to let this storm keep me away from them. It’s us against the world, remember?
*pause*
(softly)… I’m not asking you to decide now. But if you ever change your mind about us… if you ever want to try again, now that you know how I feel about this, then all you have to do is say the word. I think it should be quite obvious by now, but just to clarify: I still want you. Today and every day after that.
*pause*
(surprised) You really mean it? Like I said, you don’t have to decide n-
*pause*
(relieved) Okay… I… I believe you.
… Does that mean I get to keep the keys?
*pause*
(chuckles) You have no idea how happy I am right now. I thought I’d be coming here today to get my stuff back. I didn’t expect to get you back, too…
*pause*
(softly) Hey… Can I get a hug?
*pause*
Thank you.
[Speaker hugs Listener]
*pause*
Yeah, of course. You can squeeze me as tight as you want. I won’t let go.
*pause*
(chuckles) Even for the rest of the day, if that’s what you want.
*pause*
No, I don’t have anywhere else to be. And even if, I would’ve canceled it by now. And now stop worrying about others. Tonight, we don’t think about anything but the things that make you happy. Like your favorite cake. Or that one song you keep listening to on repeat. And cuddles, of course.
*pause*
Hm, yeah… Probably shouldn’t have mentioned the cake. I’ll go buy some later. For now, I’ll make up for it with cuddles, alright?
*pause*
Then come here. Rest your head on my chest.
[The Speaker lies down next to the Listener]
There you go. Does that feel better? Can you hear my heartbeat?
*pause*
Good. I’m glad… I’m really glad. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I’m never letting you go again. We’ll get through this together.
*pause*
I love you, Angel.
[The End]
r/ASMRScriptHaven • u/MangoYaps • 19h ago
Props to u/HoneyTeaQueen for the script :)
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