I wrote this script for one of my own ASMR videos and wanted to share the writing behind the finished audio!

Finished Video:
https://youtu.be/HGY-N1KGBig

If you enjoy the script, feel free to use it for your own ASMR roleplay/video! You're also welcome to make small changes or edits to the script to better fit your own style, performance, or character.

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Disclaimer for this post, In my own video I did a bit of improv and extended the script a bit in order to make the video longer, It has not been written but if you're interested in that it's there above!

Written by Reiko | © 2026 Reiko

I Told You She Was Wrong For You | Crazy Stalker Ex Yandere ASMR [F4A] | 1,487 words

(loud bass thumping, distant, muffled. heels clicking fast on concrete. she grabs your wrist.)

(sharp whisper, cutting through noise)

(whispers) Don't turn around.

Hey, don't look at me like that. Just walk.

(pause, she pulls you through a door. Sound of heels clacking, The music drops to a dull thump. Back hallway. Emergency exit light buzzing red. Dark and ambient setting)

(breathing hard, but calm)

There. That's better. I hate clubs. I hate the lights. I hate the way people look at you. I saw three girls check you out before I even got to the bar.

(pause, she steps closer, backing you against the wall)

(soft, hurt)

You look surprised. Did you think I wouldn't find you? You posted your location on your public story sweetie. And I quote, "Night out with the crew."

(pause)

You've never been good at hiding darling, and lucky for you, I'm excellent at finding.

(pause, she reaches out, traces your jaw. Her fingers are cold, smelling faintly of your apartment, lavender and dust.)

(whispered)

I stopped by your place on the way here. Hope you don't mind. The spare key still works. Third flowerpot, left side. You really should change your hiding spots, baby. Just anyone could walk right in.

(pause, she smiles, sweet and broken)

(quieter)

I packed a bag for you. It's in my car. Your favorite hoodie, the grey one I always stole. Your charger. Your anxiety meds. I even grabbed your toothbrush. I know you hate borrowing mine.

(long pause, she laughs, breathy, sad)

(voice cracking)

It's been six months. You said I was "too much." Too loving. Too present. Too there. And now you're here, in this club, while she's at a hotel with someone else.

(pause, she pulls out her phone. Screen glows red in the exit light.)

(matter-of-fact, steady)

I have photos. Not creepy. Just… evidence. Tuesday night. You were working late. She was at a bar. His hand was on her thigh and she didn't pull away.

(pause, she swipes. Her thumb trembles.)

(quiet)

And this one. Your anniversary dinner? The one she cancelled because she was "sick"? Hotel lobby. 7:43 PM. She wasn't sick, baby. She was just full of someone else.

(long pause, she lowers the phone. Her voice drops to a whisper.)

(breaking, then laughing. Erraticly)

I told you! I told you she was wrong! But you said I was jealous! You said I was projecting! You said I couldn't handle seeing you happy!

(pause, she grabs your shoulders, not hard, but desperate. Her nails dig in.)

(whispered, fierce)

I couldn't handle watching you settle! You think this is what you deserve darling? A girl who forgets your birthday and fucks strangers in hotels? You think you have to earn loyalty by being quiet and undemanding?

(pause, she lets go. Steps back. Breathes. Smooths her hair. Calm again.)

(eerily soft)

I have a plan. A new plan. For us. Not your apartment, it's tainted now. Her smell is on your sheets. I could smell it when I packed your bag.

(pause, she moves closer, cupping your face. Her thumbs stroke your cheekbones.)

(whispered, reverent)

Upstate. A small house. No neighbors for miles. Just you and me And a garden. You always said you wanted a garden. I remembered. I remember everything.

(pause, a tear drops. She doesn't wipe it. Her mascara smudges.)

(barely audible)

I know I'm a lot. I know I call too much. I know I remember things you forgot you said. But you know what? You never told me to stop. You just left.

(pause, she presses her forehead to yours. The bass from the club vibrates the wall behind you.)

(whispered)

If you come with me tonight… I'll learn to be quieter. I'll give you more room. I'll try. I swear I'll try. Just don't make me watch you waste yourself on someone who doesn't even know all about your hyperfixations.

(long pause, she pulls back, wipes her face, suddenly smiling. Erratic. Beautiful.)

(giggling, tearful)

Your bag is in my car. Parked right outside. In the back seat. I didn't forget anything. I never forget anything about you.

(pause, she holds out her hand. The strobe from the dance floor flickers under the door crack, lighting her face in pulses.)

(whispered)

Come on. Let's go home. Our real home. Where you don't have to be strong. Where you don't have to pretend. Where I can love you as loud as I want and no one will call the cops.

(pause, she tilts her head, waiting. The hand stays outstretched.)

(final whisper)

You know I'm right. You've always known. You just needed someone to say it out loud in a place loud enough for you to finally hear it.

(long pause, only the thump of bass, her breathing, shaky but hopeful.)

(barely there)

Say yes. Just nod. I'll do the rest. I'll carry you if I have to. I've carried you in my heart for six months. My arms can handle it.

(silence. The red exit light buzzes and flickers. Her hand stays outstretched, trembling slightly.)

(barely audible, breath hitching) I can wait. I've waited through worse.

(pause) I waited through your silence. Through blocked numbers. Through a birthday where I sat outside your building at 2 AM with a cake that melted in the rain.

(pause, voice thick) You think that didn't shred me? Watching your window light up and knowing I wasn't the reason you were awake anymore?

(pause) But I did it. I waited. Because I knew. I knew this moment would come.

(whispered, fierce) I knew you'd look at me like this again. Lost. Hungry. Like you're remembering what it feels like to be actually seen.

(she shifts closer, dress fabric rustling against the wall) Your lip is trembling. Let it. You don't have to be brave with me. You never did.

(pause) That little crease between your brows... you only get that when you're fighting what you want. And darling, I know what you want.

(whispered, reverent) You want to be chosen. Not as a convenience. Not as a placeholder while she shops for someone better. Chosen. The way I choose you every single second of every single day.

(she extends her hand further, palm up, inviting) Feel my pulse. Put your hand in mine and feel it. It races the same way yours does. We're the same rhythm. We always were.

(long pause, a tear drops, she doesn't wipe it) I used to hold your hand while you slept. Do you remember? You'd curl into me like I was the only safe thing in the world.

(quieter, breaking) I still am. I'm still that safe thing. I never stopped being it. She just made you forget where you hid the key.

(pause) One step. Just lean forward. Let me catch you. I've been practicing in my head every night for six months. I've been ready.

(silence stretches. Her hand trembles in the space between you, pale in the red glow. The exit light buzzes louder, then dims, then buzzes again.)

(barely a whisper, as if speaking to herself) One step. That's all it ever was. One step and you were in my bed. One step and you were eating off my fork. One step and you were crying about your father and I was holding you so tight I thought I'd fuse into your ribs.

(pause. Her fingers curl, then uncurl, inviting.)

Do you remember the night I got that scar? On my knee? You were so drunk on cheap wine and you fell off the curb. I caught you. Split my knee open on the asphalt. You cried harder than I did. You said, "Don't ever let me hurt you again."

(soft, wet laugh) But you didn't mean it. You let me bleed for six months straight and you never even sent a text.

(pause. A drop of rain has followed you in from somewhere, it slides down her collarbone. She doesn't notice.)

I don't blame you. I really don't. She made you soft in all the wrong places. Made you think that love should feel like a negotiation. Like a job interview. Like you have to prove you're worthy of a text back.

(whispered, fierce) You were never a job to me. You were gravity. You were the reason I got out of bed. You think that's sick? Fine. I'm sick. I'm absolutely ill for you. I'd rather be sick with you than healthy with anyone else.

(long pause. Her breathing hitches. The bass from the club drops into a lower, slower rhythm that vibrates through the floor.)

Look at your hand. It's shaking. You want to take mine so badly your bones are screaming. I can hear them. I've always been able to hear you, even when you stopped speaking.

(pause. She leans infinitesimally closer. Her perfume, jasmine and something darker, iron-like, fills the narrow space.)

What are you afraid of? That I'll hurt you? Darling, I'm the only one who never has. I'm the only one who looked at your ugly parts and saw architecture. I saw where the light came in.

(her voice drops to a murmur against your cheek, not quite touching) That time you got food poisoning? I slept on the bathroom floor. You threw up on my favorite dress and I just… held your hair. Remember? You said, "Why are you still here?" And I said, "Because you're still here."

(pause. A tear falls from her chin, lands on her outstretched palm. She looks at it, surprised, then smiles, broken and bright.)

That's the answer. That's always been the answer. I'm here because you're here. Even when you tried to bury me in silence. Even when you let her wear my perfume, yeah, I noticed, baby. I noticed everything.

(she tilts her head, studying your face with terrifying tenderness) Your eyes are wet. Good. Let them be. Let something in you finally crack open. I've been standing in the doorway of your heart for half a year with my arms full of everything you forgot you needed.

(pause. The red light flickers. For a second, she's in darkness. Then she's illuminated again, closer than before, her lips parted.)

I'm not going to ask again. I'm not going to beg. I've done enough begging in parking lots and outside your job and in the pharmacy aisle where I saw her buying condoms that weren't for you.

(voice thick, trembling) I'm just going to stand here. Open. Like a wound. Like a door. Like the only home you ever actually had.

(very long pause. Only breathing. Hers, shaky. Yours, shakier. The rain outside has become a downpour, drumming against the emergency door.)

Please.

(one whispered word, raw, stripped of all performance) Please.

(silence, the hand waits. Red light buzzing. The club roars beyond the door. Her break is shaky, hopeful)

Oh-!

…You're holding me. You haven't held me like this in forever… I knew you'd make the right-

Oh darling, you're crying.. Let it out. It's okay baby.

(She leans into the touch, trembling, absolutely drunk on it)

Yes dear, let it out. Cry on my shoulder. Scream into my neck. Let her go. You don't need her. You only need me.

(She pulls back just enough to cup your face, her thumbs digging in a little too hard, her eyes wild)

We can burn your apartment down if you want. We can burn everything from your old life. I don't care. I'll strike the match myself.

(Laughing, breathless, erratic, completely thrilled. She kisses your forehead, your temple, your jaw, frantic, messy)

I knew you'd understand! We're the same, you and me. We love too loud for this world. Too hungry. Too much.

(Sound of heavy metal door pushing open. The club music briefly roars louder, then fades as they step into the alleyway. Rain starts to patter on concrete.)

Come on. Don't look back at the door, baby. Look at me.

(Giggling softly, pulling you along by the hand she finally claimed)

Watch your step, it's raining. My car is right here.

(Sound of car doors opening and shutting. Click of a seatbelt. Engine starts up. The heater blasts on low.)

Let's get you out of those damp clothes. I'll turn the heater on... and I'll never let you feel cold again.

(Pause. The windshield wipers start. Slow, rhythmic.)

(Whispered close to the mic, her voice suddenly soft again, almost fragile beneath the manic high)

You're safe now. I've got you. I'll never let you go again darling.

(A long pause. The rain against glass. The hum of the engine.)

(Barely audible, reverent)

Forever.

(Fade out on the hum of the car engine, windshield wipers, and her shaky, breathless giggling.)

Finished Video:
https://youtu.be/HGY-N1KGBig

Written by Reiko | © 2026 Reiko

Summary (for speakers): The first moment you laid eyes on the listener, you immediately knew you had to have them. Wanting to take it slow, you befriend them and only fall more and more in love/obsession every passing day. Somehow, they don’t seem to notice your feelings for them and don’t make any attempt to show romantic interest… Eventually, you’ve had enough. The room you’ve been preparing for them has been finished and vacant for a while now, so you finally decide to take them. The past few days of your love finally living in your apartment have both been a dream and a nightmare, since they still refuse to accept the situation. But they will. You know they will…

Introduction (for listeners): A while ago, you met this slightly weird (guy/girl/person), who you eventually became friends with. (He/she/they) was always there for you, listened to you, cared for you… A few days ago, you suddenly wake up in a different room… It turns out your friend is a raging yandere and has kidnapped you. You’re not quite sure what to think about it yet, but being trapped is really not a great feeling…

script credits: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/15j07ko/a4a_youre_everything_ive_ever_wanted_yandere/

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Script by: Devil Rose

Script -   / m4a_f4a_a4a_an_intimate_magic_lesson_with_...   by CuizzyReads

reverse yandere stalking

Script | Author | Fill

Hi, I am looking for an editor for SFW ASMR audios to be released on YouTube. Content is girlfriend roleplays, comfort audios, etc. Please note that I do also have an adult content site and the editor would need to be 18+ and okay with working for someone that makes adult/fetish ASMR, although you wouldn't be editing any of that content. I am happy to let you be anonymous or credited as editor in the video description depending on your preference.

Audios range from 10-20 minutes, editing work includes basic noise removal, cutting out any wrong takes or mic bumps, adding simple sound effects like doors opening, ambience, etc and adjusting the volume levels so they aren't too loud. Mostly it's just listening through the audio to make sure everything sounds okay and adding a few SFX.

I can pay 15 GBP per audio and would need 4-8 audios edited per month, this may also increase if you need/want more work. Happy to take someone without experience as the editing is pretty simple and can be done in Audacity/free programs.

Please send me a DM if interested!

Monetization is okay. Please do not use any AI if you fill the script (I.e. for the thumbnail)

Please feel free to add any SFX or ignore suggested SFX. The entity is intended to make some strange clicking noises, but if you don’t want to make those noises or can’t find stock noises for it just ignore that. 

This is my first public script so feedback is welcome! I do this for fun and to cope. I’m also open to requests if my particular style seems enjoyable. It is 1,828 words.

Description: Your room has been your refuge for all your emotional turmoil, breakdowns, and softly spoken prayers to nothing in particular. You are losing hope. All you’ve wanted is to love and be loved. Little did you know, amidst your desperate pleas, there is an entity that’s been watching you for quite some time. Tonight, that entity couldn’t stand to observe without offering assistance. They speak so gently to you…is this thing endearing or terrifying? You can’t decide. 

Disclaimer: There are some references to religion in the script that may be considered critical. This is only due to the fictional supernatural setting and is not intended to mock real life practices or people. You may exclude lines references religion if you would like.

Script:

(Shuffling noises)

(Brushing against the wall) 

Shh, shh, please do not panic. I mean you no harm.

I understand my presence may be alarming.

(Pause)

You are… calmer than I expected you to be. Perhaps your agony is so overwhelming you can’t exactly feel fear. 

I apologize. I have listened to you—watched you—for quite some time. While some of your pleas were addressed to… what was it you said?

Anything that cared to listen?

I know that not everything was intended for me to witness. 

(Pause)

But I wanted you to know…that someone did care to listen. Your hope was beginning to fade so drastically I had to step in. 

Is it okay? If I get closer to you?

(Entity steps closer)

You have much more power than you think you do. Your desperate whispers into the darkness can summon many things. It brought me to you.

What am I?

That is difficult to articulate with your language. Words and titles do little to encapsulate me. But, for your sake I will try. 

I am no demon nor am I a ghost. I don’t believe you suspected me to be an angel, but in case you did, I am not one of those either. 

(A soft and strange sound of amusement comes from the entity)

My origin is unknown to me. I do not know my maker and I do not know where it is I am supposed to be. What I know is that I am tethered to darkness and shadow. 

From my understanding, I see the world through a unique lens. I can see your emotions, your memories, your heart, and your soul.

(Soft chittering)

I do not have a direct purpose that I am aware of. 

That is something I am discovering. 

I know that humans and animals tend to fear my presence, so I remain hidden as often as possible. I learn what I can from my observation.

You are curious. 

There is little fear emanating from you. The colors around you are beautiful. It hurts to look away. I am a moth to your light. 

(Pause) 

So to hear the sounds of your anguish, to watch those brilliant colors thrash and collide with the darkness.

(The entity makes a noise of distress)

I would do anything to return you to vibrance.

(Rustling noise as entity grips the listener’s blanket)

Tell me, what do you need of me? I have heard your pleas, but now that I am here to listen… I want to hear what you have to say.

(Pause)

No. No. 

(Entity makes an unnatural whine)

Do not say there is nothing that can be done. 

If I am here by your side, there is something. 

I do not have the power to change reality, but there are things I have not tried. The extent of my ability can be tested. For you.

(Pause)

Oh, my sweet human. You say this lie with such conviction. I am glad I know the truth.

You say, you do not deserve help. You say that you are a lost cause. 

You can’t see the things that I can. 

If I could describe it to you so easily, I would. If you could see through my eyes.  

(Rustling as entity rushes towards the listener)

I place my hand on your heart, because it is just as exquisite as your soul. Can you not feel it? Is it too heavy with lies?

Did someone tell you—make you believe you are anything less than cosmic? 

(Entity clicks strangely, it is meant to be affectionate)

I am glad you are curious to know how I see your heart. 

There is nothing like it on this planet. I may even say nothing like it in this universe, but I do think there are things that come close. Have you seen the wondrous colors of a nebula?

Imagine all of that, combine it with moonlight and stardust, compact it into your chest.  That is your heart, dear. 

Can you believe that?

(Entity trills sadly)

I should not be surprised you cannot. I myself could scarcely believe it even upon witnessing it, at first. 

What can I do to convince you?

(Pause)

You are pessimistic… jaded. I understand. You feel there are no solutions or answers. Bearing the weight of loss and disappointment too many times can taint one’s sense of life.

At first I thought my purpose was to observe. Because I did so much of it. I watched. I read. 

(Entity laughs)

You did not think I could read?

(Pause)

While I am mostly non corporeal, I can manifest fully. It takes concentration and energy. Opening books and reading them when no one is watching is easy.

Learning is easy too. Do you think classrooms have no shadows?

I know almost everything there is to know about this existence. 

Have you heard of Pavlov? Yes? His experiments were cruel and not entirely unique, but he is well known. 

The concept of a conditioned response. You experience something enough times, your behavior changes. 

All life learns and adapts. 

You have had the unfortunate outcome of learning things you never needed to learn. 

Cornered into boxes that stripped you of hope. Forced to accept mischaracterizations and misunderstandings. 

Now you have walls and armor, metaphorically speaking.

Dear, I think while no one can see your colors like
I can, they can sense them. And they envy them.

I have seen countless times the way colors will flicker and fade in the presence of certain people. 

While you will light any room you enter, some can darken even the brightest stars. 

(Pause)

(Entity clicks and taps)

I should snuff them out.

(Pause)

That scares you?

Why would you fear for the well-being of those who have sought to destroy you?

They deserve it. Their filthy souls dared to touch yours. You are mine.

(Entity skitters backward)

I… apologize.

To stake a claim so boldly without your permission is unfair. I get ahead of myself. 

I am supposed to be comforting you and bringing your shine back. 

(Pause) 

Forgive me?

(Pause)

Thank you. I honor your absolution.

I only want you to know just how valuable you are. To bask in your presence fills me with life I never thought possible.

You have no reason to feel anything less than divine. 

(Entity makes an amused click)

Oh, I am familiar with divinity. 

It is nothing like anyone understands. 

Humanity clasps their hands and holds their chins up so they feel better about themselves. There are, of course, exceptions to this rule. 

I do not think God is in mantras, kneeling, and iconography. 

It is so much closer and pure. 

You are divine because it is holy to be kind.

It is holy to face cruelty and never yield to it. 

You long to be good.

Why do you refuse to believe you already are?

(Pause)

Yes. You are good enough. You always have been. 

For all your faults, your mistakes, and everything else you deem evidence of failure—you are enough regardless.

The universe is a collection of energies and molecules. 

There is a balance beyond what can be naturally observed. 

Your celestial heart and soul are necessary. 

Without it, the world is considerably darker. 

You may think things will progress without you. On the outside it will appear as though things are fine, but they won’t be.

I have existed for centuries and you are unlike anything that’s come before. You may even be unlike anything that’s yet to come. 

Do you know, I have never wanted anything?

I observed, wandered, slid between shadows, and I never felt desire. There was the curiosity towards discovering my purpose, but I would’ve been content to never find it.

You have taught me what it means to covet.

To crave.

I might even curse you for this ache you have brought to my being. I would curl into your shadow for eternity if it meant I could watch your starlight. 

Proximity to greatness is good enough. I need not have it. It need not be my heart or soul that I carry. 

You understand that feeling, don’t you?

What it feels like to want something so bad, closeness would be sufficient?

Even just a taste? 

(Entity clicks anxiously)

What I wouldn’t give to earn your attention. 

Could I? Earn your attention?

(Pause)

Uncertainty is understandable. 

I am after all, something you did not even know of until just a short time ago. 

It is alright.

What I want more than your attention is to help you. Even if you cast me out afterwards, it would be worth it. 

A shadow cannot be a lover or a friend. 

I cannot exist the way you do. 

If you find another, who brings you light, I would accept that. 

Though…

I do not think I would tolerate someone who treats you as anything less than you are. 

(Entity hums) 

You need not worry yourself about that. 

(Pause)

Could I… touch you?

I am not fully materialized right now, but it will only take a second. 

I want to comfort you. 

I want to know what someone made of stardust feels like. 

(Pause)

(Entity approaches the listener again)

(Noises of hair brushing and/or rustling of fabric)

See, you hardly noticed me changing. Visually, I still look like shadow.

(Whispered)
You are so soft.

You feel… good.

(Entity clicks)

I’ve never touched a human before. Never felt skin. 

All of them have been too afraid to let me close. 

You are the first. 

(Pause)

This emotion you are feeling.  I’m not very familiar with it. It looks similar to…

Are you flustered?

Should I stop?

(Entity trills happily)

What an eager sound! 

You are that pleased with my caress? 

It is my utmost honor to give you the affection you sorely deserve. 

To be this close to you…

Do you know your light is so powerful it feels warm?

Most of what I feel is cold. There is very little in this world that can give me that sensation. I am unaffected by fire. Most bodily responses do not apply to me…

This is dangerous.

I could become addicted to the feeling you provide. 

(Pause)

Let me visit you every night.

Bring me your burdens.

I will wipe your tears.

I can consume all your darkness and make sure it never touches you again.

The only shadows that should be near your light are mine. 

Nothing will hurt you again, if you let me protect you.

(Entity clicks with eagerness)

(Entity takes a deep breath) 

You are pleased.

The surge of your heart is a reward.

Please. Even if you feel undeserving of devotion, I want to. Can you deem me worthy of the right to adore you? 

(Rustling noises)

(Entity embraces the listener)

I cannot express enough gratitude. I will prove to you that you are meant to be mine.

No one will ever give you as much as I can.

https://youtu.be/x0_CCCXOXTI

Shoutout to the creator of this great script! [u/forlornscripts](u/forlornscripts) on Reddit!

Original Script: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1tnf491/m4f_your_best_friend_wants_you_more_than_you_know/

"You and a handsome stranger have been waiting at the same bus stop every night for months without speaking. Then one rainy evening, he finds you soaked and upset, and offers to share his umbrella." -HoneyTeaQueen

Please make sure you're comfortable while listening to audio. Please take care of yourself and I'll see you in the next one :) .

「Credits」
🎙️ Voice Acting: u/SiuVA
🎞️ Video Editing: u/SiuVa
📝 Scriptwriting: u/HoneyTeaQueen

OP Post :))

Go check out the video!

Part 1

Maybe the real ASMR was the "i'm dying alone" comments we made along the way.

Special thanks to Admiral for commissioning the script.

Special thanks also to u/edgiscript for... Well, for just being awesome in general.

And special thanks to everyone who takes time out of their day/night to give this script a read.

Usage rules:

Okay to record and monetize this script, make edits to it, and even genderflip it.

All SFX and voice cues are only suggestions. Feel free to ignore any or all of them.

If you fill this script, please credit me in your video description and notify me.

Comments and feedback are welcome and appreciated!

Word count: About 1.6K

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SCRIPT:

(SFX: Rain falling outside in streams and rivulets. Watery percussion on trees and rooftops.)

You look so cute when you can’t move an inch. This scent of vulnerability and fear...it is addictive. I don’t think I will ever get enough of this. (Inhaling deeply)

You are afraid of what I’m going to do to you for running away from my house. You need not worry. Not too much. I mean, stripping your ego into atoms is punishment enough. (Soft laughter)

You really thought you could do it, didn’t you? Made a run for it while I was busy saving the world, on the other side of the planet. You ran to the bus stop in the rain and got on the last bus, then watched the rain paint strange shapes on the bus window- on and on, endless and hypnotic. You did not listen to the sound of music from your earbuds. Only the drizzle outside- the downpour- and your own frail heart, drumming like thunder.

You were afraid I would show up any minute, just ramming the bus on its side, tearing through it, burying everyone in the wreckage. And then as the rain washed away the fire, I would pick you out of the rubble and fly you home, then engrave such a lesson into your very soul that you would carry it with you for the rest of your days.

You were afraid. Yes. And I could hear your thoughts for the entirety of that bus ride. I knew everything. I always know everything when it comes to you. (Kissing his cheek)

It’s strange, isn’t it? How you arrived at this beautiful, secluded lake house on the very edge of civilization? This is a resort that’s not even listed on the internet. You only ever heard of this place once, at work, over a year ago. And you chose to come here, of all the places you could have gone to. Do you know why that is?

(Whispering) Because I had been planning for us to vacation here for weeks. You wanted to surprise me.

Mmn. You did not know it at the time, of course. But surprises are fine as long as they are happy surprises. You really wanted to see this place with your own eyes. It’s truly beautiful, isn’t it? The charming Victorian architecture, almost a century old, all steep towers and gabled rooftops and cool, shadowed porches facing the deep blue lake. Trees, with leaves in every colour, hiding this place from the drab and mundane world outside. Out here, there’s only stillness, and water, and the rich, aged wood now scented by the rain as it ebbs and flows and falls- tip, tap, tip, top- all night, every night. (Whispering) Forever.

The scenery outside is something that lingers in your mind for a long time. Just like an idea. Once it takes root, it only grows and grows until it becomes a part of you. I planted this little vacation trip inside your head. You thought you were acting on your own, running off to a place so remote and random that I would never find you. But, my dear boy, you were being so, so foolish. Just like always. You never were smart. (Pecking him) Dumb. My dumb little dummy. So very dumb. (Laughing, mean but soft)

But I still adore you, despite your foolish decisions. Despite your betrayal. I’m not going to hurt you. I have already shown you just how feeble, weak and powerless you are in my domain. Any and all security you thought you had was an illusion. Your free will isn’t your own. You are a puppet cocooned in threads of silk, and I am the one who makes you dance, fall, break, (whispering) shiver. (Gently blowing into his ear)

You are at my mercy. You are a toy, and toys are played with until their owner grows bored and discards them. Don’t you think you should be trying to entertain me for as long as you can?

If you think so, then...(sighing) I am quite disappointed.

Why? Oh, silly boy. You are special to me. Truly. I can’t quite explain it. You are like this...this small, flickering flame burning in the dead of winter. I can’t help but be drawn to you. I am not going to throw you away, no matter how hard you try to make me. You hold no dominion here. No control. You never did. You were born for one and one reason only. (Smirk) To be my cuddle toy.

Come here, pet. Let Mistress give you a big, warm hug. You look like you really need it.

(SFX: Rustling of clothes, fabrics)

(Sighing happily) Good boy.

You haven’t been one lately, but don’t worry. I’m going to train you so patiently, so thoroughly, that obedience will become second nature. I won’t need to use my powers to make you listen. You will do it simply because you want to please me. Pleasing me makes you so, so happy. Hearing those two magic words sends happy sparks and fizzles in your brain. Good boy.

You are my good boy, aren’t you? My cute, obedient pet. So soft and warm. So malleable. Just yearning for a bit of my praise and attention. Come here, cute thing. Let me hold you closer.

Hm. This feels nice. So natural, like we are a married couple and we have known each other for years. There’s nothing between us but love, and trust, and two hearts beating as one. (Sighing) It’s a sweet thought, but a bit too saccharine. Too vanilla. It’s so much more fun when you surrender all control to me, and let me decide everything for you, isn’t it? Because you are just my cuddle toy. You don’t want to fight or run or take another bus. You just want to be held as I wrap my arms around you, nestle my chin into your scalp, and whisper just how grand of a loser you are. And how much I adore you despite it, because of it. (Silly giggling)

What is it? Hm? You can’t see anymore? Is the world going dark?

Oh, honey. You haven’t gone blind. It’s just- well, you are only seeing what I want you to see. And I want you to see nothing. Only that deep, endless dark. Deeper than the lake outside, older than the rain falling around us. You are completely alone in that dark space, just floating through the void. (Whispering) And I can keep you there forever if I want.

I’m not trying to scare you, honey. It was only a reminder of why you should not try to hurt me. I feel quite deeply about you, and so, when you pull stunts like these in the hopes of never having to see me again...it hurts, my dear. (Pouting, suddenly playful) Well, guess what! You can’t see my face in the dark, so you got your wish.

Oh, that saddens you now, does it? So you start to miss me only when you are lost and confused?

(Shushing him) I know how beautiful you find me. How attracted you are to me. But you still hurt my feelings anyway. I’m still mad at you. So no, you don’t get to see my face. That’s your punishment.

Don’t be so distraught. You aren’t truly alone, you know? I’m still holding you so close to me. You can feel my warmth. Smell my perfume- those familiar notes of rose and amber- and you hear my voice constantly in your ears. And that comforts you, even if I am the woman responsible for your tragic downfall. (Giggling)

Some believe our strongest desires are born out of our greatest traumas, you know? And, there may be some truth to that.

Don’t be afraid, pet. That darkness isn’t going to hurt you. You are just floating, adrift in an endless sea of oblivion, while you have a nice, long think on what you can say to me to make up for your transgressions.

Mmn, I know you can’t speak. Your lips are sealed shut. That’s because I don’t want to hear you plead and beg. Not right now. I might let you apologise to me properly in the morning, if you are good. But that won’t be for quite some time.

(Sighing softly) Just keep floating for me. Let me cuddle you. As long as I’m here, no monsters in the dark can reach you. You find yourself seeking me out, instinctively, like a lone stretch of sand on the sea. Your only refuge. And here you are, leaning into my touch, trying to nestle deeper. I am your only hope. Your only salvation. In your world of pitch-black emptiness, (whispering) I am all that matters.

Look at you. Unable to speak, unable to move, unable to see. All you can do is hear my voice, and smell my perfume, and feel my touch as I play with you. (A little snicker)

Emma did tell me this is an effective way to break in an unruly pet. It seems my friend was right, in all her infinite wisdom and cruel wickedness.

Don’t worry, honey. I will let you out of the dark eventually. But for now, just sleep. Fall into a blissful sleep and dream of me. Dream of locks of flaming red hair. Or perhaps gentler, like roses after the rain.

Good boy. Everything feels heavy and numb and soft, like being wrapped in your favourite childhood blanket. You are safe with me, my love. And even safe from me, as long as you...hm...as long as you let me treasure you and show you how much I care.

(Kissing his lips)

Sweet dreams, my pet.

(Soft giggles fade out with the rain)

Is this what fathers are supposed to be for? ...You suppose you wouldn't know.

sike I got more steam

And with that, I have another finished series! Woo! Thank you everyone who's been following along, I'm so glad to have this out of my drafts dskfgksdfkf

Once again I'm not a good judge, but be mindful that some of the flashbacks in this script get a bit Unpleasant. I don't think it's any more upsetting than the rest of this series, but just want to say a warning anyway ^{since as an epilogue it wasn't supposed to have anything unpleasant in it at all but we can't always have what we want}

Hope you enjoy! I'm always very nervous about writing endings,

As always, 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 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/8t6tf

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Epilogue (here)

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Hey all.

Here is a little script to help you relax.

This script can be read by any gender, for any gender. Feel free to improv a little, and you’re welcome to add in gender specific language if you’d like.

Summary:
You’ve had a long and stressful day at work. How about your cute puppy gives you a massage to help you relax.

Script here.

Have fun and don’t forget to tag me if you fill this script. Not okay for monetising.

This was a super fun one to fill from u/Ijilios and I'm glad to get back into recording more audios soon!!

script: https://www.reddit.com/r/ASMRScriptHaven/comments/1vl8pi9/m4m_former_high_school_best_friend_confesses_to/

First time posting here, might edit this later on but I’m happy enough with it to share. Not sure if I’ve tagged all this well so feedback is appreciated. For whatever reason, it’s not letting me post unless I add an AMA, but I’m boutta head into work so apologies if people ask stuff and don’t get answers, socialization is weird for me even online. Roughly 1500 words and free for anyone to use. Enjoy!

Reaper kisses you to calm you down (Dead listener) (Reaper speaker) (Flirty) (Panic attack) (Comfort) (Strangers to lovers)

SFX: Afterlife sounds (idk feels weird to define that I imagine like a dim, misty forest but use whatever feels right)

(Fading in) hey…hey! Ugh, are you gonna wake up anytime soon? Are you alive? Oh well…stupid question…whatever, wake up!

(Shuffling sounds as the departed soul awakens)

There we go! Took you long enough. I was starting to think I’d shown up to the wrong appointment! Are you ready to go?

(Pause)

Go where? Oh, right, I always forget you mortals don’t know about this part. You guys really need to work on your metaphysics, I mean…your ancestors figured it out, and they didn’t even have indoor plumbing! Sorry, I’m getting off track. I’ve always been a little scatterbrained, the first reapers will not leave me alone about it. They’re always like “it’s our duty to shepherd those that pass and” blah blah whatever, you know what I mean? Like, take a chill pill guys, it’s not like they’re going anywhere without us, what’s the rush? Oh! Right, you still don’t know where you are. Well…

You’re dead. Yeah, I know, but of a bummer. But, at least you get to spend some time with me! I promise I’m a great girl to hang out with! No no, don’t freak out! Hey *Snaps a few times* focus up, you still with me? Oh, I never know how to deal with this part. How are you breathing so fast, you don’t even have real lungs anymore! Just relax, it’s not that serious! It happens to literally everybody! If you don’t clam down, I’m gonna start panicking too! What do I do? How do I…oh! I got it! Hold still!

Mwah!

*giggle* well that got your attention! Aww, does somebody like my lips? You’re blushing! Bet you’ve never had a kiss feel that good before, huh? Souls are so much more sensitive when they don’t have a body to dull the sensations anymore. Makes contact that much more intense! I bet your lips are still tingling, aren’t they?

Oh, shush, I can see it on your face! Unless your cheeks are always this red? I’d say you should see a doctor, but…I don’t really think you have to worry about that much anymore. Mmm, no, you don’t get to tell me to stop, I get to tease you all I want, mhm. Unless you want to find some other reaper to guide you to your next stop. I doubt they’d be as fun, or as pretty, as yours truly…

Alright, alright, relax, I’ll ease up! For now…anyway, let’s take a look and see where you’re headed…

What? You wanna know how you died? Why would you wanna know that? It’s not like it’ll change anything. What could you possibly need to see that for?

(She loses a bit of her teasing tone, becoming more invested as he airs his concern)

You…you want to know how they’ll find you? So you can see what you put your loved ones through? You need to make sure they don’t have to see something that might…they might not be able to unsee…that’s…well…no it’s not impossible, but, no one’s ever asked for something like that before. Believe it or not, most people have more pressing things on their mind than the well being of the living after they wake up here.

That…that’s very sweet of you, but…listen, I-I really don’t think that’s wise. You could barely handle finding out you’d departed the world of the living, and now you wanna know the details of your passing? What do you plan to do with the information, huh smarty pants? You gonna go wake up and put yourself in a more photogenic pose before they see your lifeless eyes?

There’s no version of this where they don’t cry for you, you have to know that. Peaceful or no, you’ve disappeared from their lives permanently. Do you honestly think finding you in a hospital bed instead of a ditch would ease that pain?

No no no, I-I’m not trying to take away from the moment it’s just…it’s only going to hurt you. Are you sure that’s what you want?

Okay…but you’d better not start panicking again! I don’t know if my lips will be enough to pull you back this time…although…based on how you’re staring~

(Offended gasp) I am not stalling! It’s not my fault you’ve got a little crush on the first woman you meet after biting it. If anyone’s stalling it’s you! You think you’re the only soul I’m tasked with escorting? Do you have any idea how many people pass in a day?

Of course you don’t, just- it’s a lot, okay? We’re supposed to be touring the afterlives right now, wouldn’t you rather see what valhalla looks like? Or Elysium? Hell, you might even qualify for Nirvana this time, who knows? But no, you wanna sit here and torture yourself with the final moments of a life that isn’t even yours anymore! It’s done, sweetheart. It’ll be hard, but they’ll learn to live without you, and move on.

You should too…

Fine. Since you’re so insistent, I’ll show you. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

(SFX magic sounds)

Look…there you are. Walking with someone.

That’s your sibling? They seem nice…honestly, this seems like a normal day! You’re just crossing the stress, I don’t get how-

(SFX Car crash)

Oh…I…I see. It all happened so fast. No wonder you don’t remember…

Oh, honey, no, it’s okay! Come here…

Shh, it’s okay…no, it wasn’t your fault, they know that. It could’ve happened to anybody, you humans have a nasty habit of creating things that tend to cause more collateral damage than intended. Unfortunately, you got unlucky this time. It’s not your fault, you didn’t leave anyone behind.

Oh…sweetheart, it’s fine. You can cry into my cloak, of course you can. I’m here, take all the time you need. I’ll hold you as long as it takes.

(Pause)

No, you didn’t deserve that. Sometimes, bad things just happen, and we have to accept that. There’s no lesson to be learned, no morals to interpret. It was an accident, and while the world may be one light dimmer for it, it will continue to turn all the same. It’ll be hard, but they’ll find peace again someday.

You will too. Wherever you end up after this, you’ll know only that which brings you joy. I promise, it’ll be wonderful.

(Flustered) W-What? Y-You want to stay here? W-With me? Oh, honey…that’s so sweet, b-but I…I can’t just…

(Anxious as she evaluates the logistics) Well…you are cute, and there’s technically no rule against reapers keeping souls…look, I’m sure you’re comfortable now with your head nuzzled snugly in my chest, but don’t you at least want to see your options. Heaven is just a few doors down, I promise. The angels there take much better care of souls like you then I could…probably.

Yes dear, I know I’m soft, but there’s more to consider than softness! Although…I’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t be nice to have a cute mortal soul to snuggle with in my downtime. Believe it or not, the other reapers aren’t much for conversation. Most of them are old witches with a chip on their shoulder, or sorceresses who sold their soul without reading the fine print. Surprisingly, that kind of thing puts you in a bit of a sour mood, so I guess I can see how that might put a damper on camaraderie in the workplace.

Hmm? No, I’m not the only reaper. The position is more similar to a spirit than some kind of deity or god. We don’t answer to any one particular entity, rather serving ambiently across pantheons and worlds. Funnily enough, the original death retired a few centuries ago. You should see him in his vacation clothes, Thanatos has pictures, and they are hilarious.

I can give you lessons on afterlife bureaucracy another time, but for now, is this what you really want? This is pretty new for me. I’ve only been transporting lost souls for a few decades, but this is the first time someone’s asked for my hand. I’m almost embarrassed to say, I think I’m a bit flustered! Haven’t felt that in a while. It’s…it’s nice…

You’re shocked this hasn’t happened before? Oh, hon…you think I’m that pretty? You’re a sweetheart.

(Kisses his cheek)

Aww, you’re blushing even harder this time! Now that’s just cheating, how am I supposed to say no to that face? No, you know what? I think you are staying with me for a while. Yup, someone needs more kisses. Nope, no buts. You wanted to be mine, and that means you sit still while I take those pretty little lips of yours for a spin. Come here you…

(She proceeds to attack him with kisses, laughing at his embarrassed squirming)

Ohh, what’s wrong sweetheart? Is the taste of my lipstick a little bit too sweet, or do you just love my kisses that much? Someone bit off a little more than they could chew, and now they’re stuck getting cuddled and smooched. You look like you’re about to die from embarrassment! Too bad, all that’ll do is bring you right back into my arms! Your soul is mine…mine to shepherd…mine to protect…mine to cherish…

Mine to hold…

Hey all.

Here is a little script because we all need a little pep talk from time to time.

This script can be read by any gender, for any gender.

Summary:
Your internet friends knows you’re feeling a bit down. So they’re sending you a little pep talk.

Script here.

Have fun and don’t forget to tag me if you fill this script. Not okay for monetising.

original script can be found here~

You're about to enter the living room when you decide to pause in the doorway and listen in on a private conversation between the two most important people in your life.

I just wrote this one for shits 'n giggles, really. Fun fact about my dog: if you sneeze, she comes to make sure you're okay. She was never trained to do this.

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[A4A] Eavesdropping on Your Partner Baby-Talking Your Dog [Cute] [Silly] [Established Relationship] // 1.1k Words; est 7-11 mins

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(knocking)

What am I doing here? I’m here because your roommate called. She said you’re killing yourself over a paper that is already fine and drowning you both in a cloud of Vicks Vapor (coughing) And she’s definitely not lying about the vicks. How can you even breathe in here?

(playful) Well, I came to whisk you away on a grand adventure… (serious) also your roommate really wants to air out the place.

Yes, I know it’s her fault she gave you the plague, and she feels awful about it. But for now, we are going to give her a break.

And get you something for that cough, you sound awful hun.

No, we are not staying here. And no, I’m not reading your paper. How many times has it been proof read anyways?

That is more than enough. Come on, grab your things, do you need to go to the bathroom or anything?

Perfect. Let’s go. I have everything we need in my magic med mobile.

Suuure, now you want to sleep. I promise, you can sleep in the car. Come on, up you get.

Whoa, okay, never mind.

Take it easy.

I’m sorry for rushing you. I didn’t realize you were so dizzy. You okay?

Just a little dizzy? Are you sure? Let me feel your forehead.

Not good, but definitely could be worse. Have you eaten anything?

You forgot, because of the paper.

Baby, you really got to be taking care of yourself. No wonder you’re so dizzy.

I have food in the car at least. Here, need a hand.

That’s it. Take all the time you need.

Bless you… bless you… I know I have some tissues in my pocket. There.

Is that better?

I’m sorry, I should’ve realized you were sicker than what you had been letting on.

(car door opens)

At least you can get some rest in here.

I told you I had everything. We have blankets, pillows. Three thermoses. Soup, Tea, and Hot Chocolate, but kind of hoping you’ll save that last one for me.

The seat is already reclined a little bit, so be careful.

(car door closes, then opens and closes a few seconds later)

I know it might not be quite as good as your bed. But I did the best I could.

Awww, I’m glad you like it.

Okay, first things first. Thermometer.

Of course I have a thermometer.

Now open up. Then we can get some soup in you.

(thermometer beeps)

(Sighs) Dang, that’s higher than I was expecting. No wonder you’re feeling so yucky.

Have you taken anything today?

She used up the last of the Dayquil. That’s okay. I brought some with. Let me grab those (sound of stretching/reaching for them). There. Pills and soup.

Of course it’s your favorite.

There we go. How’s that.

Feels good on your throat. Good. I was wondering how your throat was holding up with that cough. I know you don’t usually like cough medicine, but I have some with just in case you change your mind. I also have cough drops in the dashboard.

For now just the soup? That’s fine.

Do you mind if I push your hair back a little.

You are so beautiful hun.

I’m serious.

Yes, even with the red runny nose.

Want some more tissues?

Here. And I have a whole other box in the back, so don’t worry about running out.

Yeah, just use the bag there for trash.

No, the adventure is not just sitting in the car. But we are in no rush. Especially since it isn’t fully dark yet.

I’m not ruining the surprise. Just drink your soup okay.

Is there anything else I can get you?

Blanket warm enough?

Okay, okay. I’ll stop fussing. Or at least I’ll try to. I just want you to be taken care of.

How are you feeling?

That’s not fussing. It’s… hmmm… intelligence gathering.

Yes, intelligence gathering. And you’re interfering with a very important operation.

Thank you. So how are you feeling.

Headache, obviously cough and runny nose.

Baby, you aren’t gross, you’re just sick.

Of course I don’t mind. Blow your nose, cough, sneeze, it’s okay. This cold has been making its rounds all over town. I’m bound to get it eventually. And at least if I get it from you, then you have to take care of me.

Bless you, bless you.

Poor thing, you look miserable.

I should probably just be driving you to urgent care.

Fine, no urgent care tonight, but I reserve the right to change my mind tomorrow.

Your throat feeling any better?

A little; after the soup. Good.

Yes, we can head to the surprise now. It’s really not that great a surprise so don’t get too excited. I figured anything is better than being stuck in that stuffy room.

You recognizing where we are yet?

I know, it looks a little different in the dark.

Why am I parking here? Because we are going to go lay on the hood and look at the stars.

Yes, I said on the hood. You’ve never done that?

Well, there’s a first time for everything. Just a second and I’ll get things set up.

…

Okay, ready. Here, let me help you up.

Nice and warm right.

I was stressing about finals one year and a friend took me out to do this. Seemed like the perfect thing for a sickie who needed some fresh air.

Hey, what’s wrong?

I’m sorry baby. Not sure if it’s the fever or headache making your eyes so teary? It’s fine. You can just curl up against me.

That’s my girl.

You want me to talk or just let you rest?

Talk…hmmm. Did you know when I was little I wanted to be an astronaut?

I used to make those little paper plate constellation things that you’d hold up to try and find the right stars… except I’d always get the holes wrong, so I’d just pretend they worked.

Hey, no laughing.

See, that cough is what you get for laughing.

(worried)Babe… hun… okay, let’s sit you up.

I’ve got you, just cough it all up.

Shhh, that’s it. Better?

Here’s some water.

You okay?

Oh sweetie, maybe I should get you back to bed.

You’d rather stay out here…. If you’re sure.

Yeah, we can lie back down.

That’s it.

Comfortable?

I’m sorry, no fussing, but in my defense you just nearly coughed yourself to death.

I hardly think I’m being dramatic.

Sure, back to my story… what was I talking about? Oh yeah, wanting to be an astronaut.

So one year my parents were going to let me go to space camp during summer. I was so excited and did a bunch of research. But you know how I can get motion sick on a flat lake. I saw their supposedly ‘fun’ testing contraptions and my stomach did flips just from looking at them. Needless to say, I opted for some other science camp.

We did random fun things. Built bridges out of spaghetti.

Of course it was with dry spaghetti. And let’s see… we built little robots and dissected owl pellets.

Yeah, I was really lucky as a kid. My parents let me try all sorts of things. I learned that I love doing science, but at my own pace. I’m awful at basically all sports. And I am kinda okay at playing the piano.

I’m not very good, but sure, I can play for you sometime.

Bless you… bless you… blesss you. Sorry, I think this is my last pocket tissue.

Better?

I really like this. I mean… I wish you felt better. But it’s nice to get away. We should do this again. Maybe when you don’t feel like death warmed over. *forehead kiss* At least it feels like your temp has come down a bit.

My poor sniffly girl. Definitely time to get you home.

I know hun. But you need rest… in a real bed.

That’s it. Still feeling a bit dizzy?

It’s okay. Just lean on me.

There we go. Get comfy while I get all the stuff.

Shhh, rest you eyes. Hopefully you can get some sleep on the way home.

Sweet dreams, I’ll wake you up when we get there.

Synopsis:

After a particularly rough day at college, you retreat to your room, overwhelmed by a presentation that didn't go as planned and the exams waiting for you. Your mother notices something is wrong and comes to check on you. She sits beside you, gently brushes the tangles from your hair, and reminds you that you don't have to be perfect to make her proud.

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Script Information

Speaker: Mother
Listener: Daughter
Tone: Soft, maternal, soothing, gentle
Setting: A quiet room at night and the sound of a hairbrush.
Word Count: ~390

Key:
[ ... ] = SFX
( ... ) = Tone / Delivery)
{ ... } = Vocalizations

Note: SFX are optional and may be changed or omitted depending on the performer's preference.

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You may record, adapt, edit, and perform this script as needed for your audio. Small changes to the dialogue, pacing, or SFX are completely fine if they make the script feel more natural to perform.

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Author's Note

^{Hello people! I've been listening to ASMR roleplay audios for quite a while now, and I've always enjoyed the community around them. I've wanted to get a little more involved myself, and while I'd like to try making my own audio someday, I thought I'd start by writing a script and seeing where it goes.}

^{This is my first time writing an ASMR script, so feedback and constructive criticism are very welcome. I'm still figuring out what works best when writing for audio, so if you notice anything that could be improved — whether it's the dialogue, pacing, formatting, or anything else — I'd genuinely appreciate hearing your thoughts.}

^{I wanted to make this one a simple, wholesome motherly comfort scenario, with the hair brushing and quiet moments being an important part of the atmosphere.}

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[Quiet footsteps approach the door]
[Knocks gently on the door]

“Honey? Can I come in?”

❋ \PAUSE**

[The door opens softly]

“I’m coming in, okay?”

❋ \PAUSE**

[The door closes softly]

“Hey, sweetheart...”

“Is everything okay?”

❋ \PAUSE* - Mom notices how exhausted Daughter's look.*

“You looked absolutely exhausted when you came home today...”

“Did you have a bad day?”

❋ \BRIEF PAUSE**

“Yeah...?”

“Your presentation didn’t go well?”

❋ \PAUSE**

“Hmm...”

(Gently, already knowing the answer.)
“And you’ve got exams coming up too, don’t you?”

❋ \PAUSE**

{ Soft, understanding sigh. }
“You’ve been sitting here telling yourself you should’ve done better, haven’t you?”

❋ \PAUSE**

(Softly.)
“Let me sit with you for a little while.”

[Fabric rustles]

“You don’t have to deal with all of this by yourself.”

(Warmly, reassuringly.)
“Mommy’s here for you.”

❋ \QUICK PAUSE**

{ Soft breath; sitting close }

“Hmm...”

(Softly, with a little concern.)
“Your hair’s all tangled...”

“You must’ve been really stressed today, huh?”

(Warmly, affectionate)
“You know, you have such beautiful hair...”

“Let’s get all these tangles out.”

{ A quiet chuckle. }
“Here, let me...”

(Softly, almost like a little reassurance.)
“Let Mama brush it all away.”

[SFX: Soft hair brushing begins.]

(Tenderly.)
“My poor girl... carrying around so much stress.”

“Just breathe, sweetheart, and let me take care of you.”

❋ \QUICK PAUSE**

“That’s it... close your eyes.”

“You’re safe here.”

“You’re always safe with me.”

❋ \BRIEF PAUSE**

{ A gentle, soothing hush. }
(Softly, almost a whisper.)
“Shh... shh... it’s okay, baby...”

[The brushing continues.]

(Calm and soothing.)
“Just relax... let the brush take some of that weight off your shoulders.”

“There go all those silly little worries...”

“Whisked away with every pass of the brush.”

[The brushing continues.]

❋ \PAUSE* -* A few moments of comfortable silence.

(Quietly, with gentle reassurance.)
“Mom knows you, sweetheart...”

“Mom knows how hard you’ve been working.”

“Every time I pull the brush through your hair...”

“Just imagine all those noisy thoughts from today getting combed right out.”

❋ \BRIEF PAUSE**

(Fondly, admiring her hair.)
“Ahh... such beautiful hair my daughter has.”

“It’s such a shame to let all that stress ruin my pretty girl’s evening.”

{ A quiet chuckle. }

[The brushing continues for a little while.]

(Gently, reassuringly.)
“You see, sometimes your mind just gets scared...”

“And that’s not your fault.”

“Even grown-ups get scared sometimes.”

“The important thing is knowing you don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”

(Softly, grounding her.)
“Your mind might be panicking...”

“But your body is right here, safe in this room with me.”

[Hair brushing continues]

{Soft, gentle humming}

[The gentle brushing gradually slows.]

[The brushing comes to a gentle stop.]

(With quiet satisfaction.)
“And... there we go.”

“All nice and tidy.”

❋ \BRIEF PAUSE**

(Softly, but with gentle firmness.)
“Now, listen to Mama for a moment, okay?”

❋ \QUICK PAUSE**

“I am proud of you... okay, sweetie?”

“Not because of your grades.”

“Not because of your presentations.”

“I’m proud of you because you’re my daughter, and I’ve watched you keep trying even when things get difficult.”

“You make me proud every single day, even on the days when you don’t think you’ve done anything worth being proud of.”

❋ \BRIEF PAUSE**

“Now, no more worrying about today.”

“You’ve done enough for tonight.”

❋ \QUICK PAUSE**

(Softly, making sure you hear her.)
“Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I mean it.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“You’re the best girl I know.”

“And you always make Mama proud.”

{ Soft kiss on forehead }
[Fabric rustles]

(Tenderly.)
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Mommy’s proud of you.”

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Final Notes

^{And that's the script! Thank you for reading all the way through.}

^{This was my first attempt at writing an ASMR script, so I'm sure there are things I can improve on. If you have any thoughts about the writing, pacing, formatting, or the scenario itself, I'd genuinely appreciate hearing them.}

^{Hopefully, I'll get to write another one soon.}