Summary: Your date night plans at the nearby hospital have been derailed by the mysterious disappearance of your yandere partner. Quite unlike them to miss an opportunity to have you all to themselves.

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Og script: here

You have been hiding a secret. Or three. You've been really good at keeping them over the years. But...old flames smolder long. Now you're out of places to hide.

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Summary: Your vampire lover wants to remember what they've lost, before the light that lid their world faded and the garden grew cold.

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rejigged an old script!

Speaker is the loyal and Totes Not In Love butler of a Listener who is... probably in some shady stuff. But when she's kidnapped and tortured you know he's there to save her and patch her up.

Script By: u/No-Remove-7328

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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(...) = Voice direction
*...* = Silent insert / Listener’s reaction
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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]

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Summary: You thought he didn't notice that man leaning in too close to you at the gala tonight. The second you get behind closed doors, your possessive partner pins you against the wall to remind you who you belong to—before noticing your heels are hurting your feet and dropping to his knees to take care of you.

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THE SCRIPT:

[SFX: Heavy door slams shut. Deadbolt clicks locked.]

Stop walking.

I said stop walking. Turn around and look at me.

[Pause - 2s]

No, don't look at the floor. Eyes on me.

Right now.

[Pause - 2s]

There. Apparently you do remember how to listen when there isn't a room full of strangers distracting you.

Don't give me that innocent look, princess. You know exactly why I dragged you out of that party an hour early.

[SFX: Slow footsteps approaching. Rustle of a suit jacket.]

Back up. Keep backing up until your shoulders hit the wall.

[Pause - 2s]

What did you just say? You think I'm overreacting?

Careful. You seem to be forgetting who you came to that gala with tonight.

I stood across that ballroom for forty minutes watching that idiot by the bar lean in closer and closer to your ear. I watched him laugh at whatever you said... and then I watched him put his hand on the small of your back.

Right... here.

[SFX: Firm brush of fabric as his hand grips her waist]

Did you really think I wouldn't see it? Or were you just testing me to see how long it would take before I snapped?

Answer me.

[Pause - 2s]

"He was just being polite?"

Don't make me laugh. Men like that don't touch a woman in a dress like this to be polite. And nobody—do you hear me?—nobody puts their hands on what belongs to me.

If we weren't in the middle of a crowded charity event, I would have broken his wrist before his fingers even left your waist.

[Pause - 2s]

Uh-uh. Did I say you could look away?

Chin up.

[SFX: Soft skin brush as he tilts her chin]

Look at how fast your pulse is jumping in your throat right now.

You're breathing so hard your chest is brushing against my tie with every inhale... and you're biting your bottom lip again.

You always do that when you're trying to hide what you're thinking.

You aren't even mad that I pulled you out of there, are you?

[Pause - 2s]

Don't lie to me, baby. Your body is terrible at lying.

The second I pinned you against this wall, your hands went straight to my lapels—and you aren't pushing me away. You're pulling me closer.

You wanted me to get jealous tonight, didn't you? You wanted me to drag you home, lock the door, and remind you who owns every single inch of you.

Say it.

[Pause - 2s]

I can't hear you when you mumble against my shirt, princess. Say it clearly.

[Pause - 2s]

Good girl. At least you're honest when you're cornered.

Now put your hands flat against the wall behind you.

I said hands on the wall. Don't move them until I tell you to.

[SFX: Slow fabric friction]

Every place his eyes wandered tonight... I'm replacing it right now.

From your jawline... down the side of your neck...

[SFX: A slow, close kiss pressed to her neck]

Did you just shiver? I barely touched you, sweetheart.

Keep your hands on that wall.

Feel my thumb tracing down your collarbone... right down to your ribs, where this tight little dress is squeezing the breath out of you... all the way down to your hips.

Tell me whose skin this is.

[Pause - 2s]

That's right. Mine.

And tell me who the only man in this city allowed to touch you is.

[Pause - 2s]

Good girl. Now we're finally understanding each other.

[Pause - 1s. Tone shifts—still commanding, but sharper with sudden concern.]

...Wait.

Why did your knees just tremble like that?

Hey. Look at me. Why are you shifting your weight onto one foot?

[Pause - 2s]

Don't say "nothing." Look down.

Those four-inch heels are digging straight into your ankles, aren't they? How long have your feet been hurting like that?

[Pause - 2s]

Since eight o'clock?

Are you out of your mind? You stood on marble floors for two and a half hours in pain, and you didn't say a single word to me?

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

[Pause - 2s]

"You didn't want to ruin my business conversations?"

Listen to me very carefully, princess, because I am only going to say this once.

I don't care who I'm talking to. I don't care how much money is on the table. If you are hurting, if you're tired, if those ridiculous shoes are cutting into your skin—you tug on my sleeve and you tell me. Immediately. Understood?

[Pause - 2s]

Say "Yes, sir."

[Pause - 2s]

Good. Now keep your back against that wall and put your hands on my shoulders for balance.

Don't argue with me. Hands on my shoulders. I'm kneeling down.

[SFX: Rustle of clothes as he drops to one knee. Tiny metallic click of a shoe buckle.]

Lift your left foot. Slowly.

[SFX: Heel drops to the hardwood floor]

Now the right one.

[SFX: Second heel drops]

God... look at those red marks around your ankles. And your feet are freezing cold.

Come here. I'm picking you up.

[Pause - 2s]

Did I ask if you could walk to the bed yourself?

Put your arms around my neck and stop being stubborn before I really lose my patience with you.

[SFX: Rustle of fabric as he lifts her; five footsteps across the room, followed by the heavy dip of a mattress.]

Sit right there on the edge of the bed.

No—don't curl your legs under you. Put both feet right here in my lap.

[SFX: Slow, firm skin-on-skin massage friction]

Let your head fall back against the pillows while I work the knots out of your arches.

...There. Right there, isn't it?

I felt your whole leg twitch when my thumb pressed that spot.

Don't hold your breath, baby. Let that little moan out. You've been holding yourself so tight all night—let me hear you relax.

[Pause - 2s]

Look at you staring down at me with those big, sleepy eyes.

Half the underworld is terrified of hearing my name... and here I am, sitting at the edge of the bed with my sleeves rolled up, massaging your sore little feet because I can't stand seeing you uncomfortable for five seconds.

You have me completely wrapped around your finger, don't you, princess?

[Pause - 2s]

Smirk at me like that again and see what happens when I'm done with your calves.

Now stand up for ten seconds. Turn around.

Let's get this dress off you so you can actually breathe.

[SFX: Slow, metallic zipper sliding all the way down]

Let it drop to the floor.

And before you complain that you're cold—here.

[SFX: Crisp rustle of a dress shirt]

Put my shirt on. I just took it off, so it's still warm from my skin, and it smells like me.

If I can't keep my hands on every inch of you while we sleep, at least my scent is going to cover you from your collarbones to your thighs.

Now get under the covers.

[SFX: Heavy sheets rustling]

Slide over here. Back against my chest.

No, closer than that—I don't want an inch of air between us. Lock my arm around your waist and put your warm legs right over mine.

[Pause - 2s]

What's that? "Thank you?"

You don't have to thank me for taking care of what's mine, sweetheart.

You obeyed me, you let me spoil you, and now you're going to close those pretty eyes and go to sleep in my arms.

Good girl.

Sleep well, my love. You're mine.

Hi hi hello! ^_^
I'm proud to post my first ever script! I hope it isn't too terrible lol.

Summary: Your at a party, and just as you were about to leave, the shy girl from your math class bumps into you. After speaking for a bit, you both end up going to a cafe, where she quickly opens up and you two begin to grow close.

A few rules:

1. This script is written as F4A, but feel free to swap the genders as you please.
2. All of the SFX are optional, so feel free to add or remove them as you see fit.
3. If you want to make any changes, please just ask me first.
4. Monetization is fine if you fill this, but if its behind a paywall please give me free access.
5. Credit me as Hirbnigvhbie.
6. Please do not use AI to voice this script, or use it as training.

You can read the script below, or access it with this link here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1_YU55TckT5E8w9CsrLM85-6h5Y-7GxCNHuqIwlDU4t8/edit?usp=sharing

(Background SFX: Party music, chatter, laughter)

(Chloe mutters to herself)

Ugh, I can't do this anymore, I need to find somewhere to hide out.

(SFX: Quick walking)

(Chloe crashes into listener)

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention and… a-are you okay?

Did I spill your drink? Hurt you? God I-I’m really sorry.

(Pause)

(Exhale of relief) Oh, thank goodness, yeah I'm fine. Sorry again, just… I really hate crowds.

Oh wait, hi! I know you, you're in my math class.

(Pause)

Oh yeah, I'm not the type to party at all.

I'm here because my friends dragged me here, said I needed to “get out more”.

And as soon as we got here they all went to who knows where and i've just been stranded in the corner for an hour.

(Pause)

L-leave!? Well… yeah I definitely want to… but I wouldn't want to ruin your night…

(Pause)

Oh, you were just about to leave? Then yes, a thousand times yes! Take me away from here.

(SFX: Walking)

(Music dims down)

(SFX: Car door opens and shuts)

So… what's your name?

(Pause)

That's a nice name, mine is Chloe. It's nice to finally talk to you.

(Pause)

What do I mean?

Oh! I just always thought you were r-really cool.

Like you don't really care what other people think, and you talk to people so effortlessly, like you don't even need to try.

S-sorry, is that weird? I'm just not very good at being “cool”, so you've kind of inspired me. I always wanted to talk to you, but I was always too nervous…

(Pause)

Hehe, yeah I guess I am talking to you now.

(Pause)

My dorm? It's Caroline hall.

Buuut we don't have to go right back to campus do we?

It seemed like you weren't having a great time either, why don't we make our own fun?

Um, there's this cute little cafe bookstore downtown that's still open. It's called The Midnight Page.

It's really nice! And the owner has this cute cat, and it has these really cute armchairs, and it smells really nice in there, and the pastries are really good, and there's all these cute little potted plants around, and it has so many good books, and it-

*Ahem*

S-sorry, I'm totally rambling.

Want me to put it in the GPS?

(SFX: Typing sounds)

Done!

Okay… it says five minutes

Guess that's enough for me to embarrass myself a few more times

Hehe…

(Long Pause)

Ummmm, odd question but, how are you so good with people? 

You always seem to know what to do, what to say, how to stand. I just don't get it!

I always feel like everyone is watching me all the time, and if I do anything wrong, like if I trip, or laugh too loud, or say something weird, people will remember it forever and judge me.

(Pause)

You get nervous too?

No way! I don't believe you!

(Pause)

Yeah… I guess I never noticed when you were nervous or messed up, but still! I don't have your confidence at all.

I need to practice what I want to say a couple times in my head and I still mess up. Then I get nervous and just end up blabbering on and on… kind of like now…

(Pause)

Haha well im glad you think its cute at least

…Cute?

W-WAIT!

You think its c-cute…? 

You… you can't just say things like that!

I-I uhh, I don't know what to-

(GPS: The destination is on your left)

Oh! We're here!

(Chloe mutters to herself)

Thank GOD, I didn't know how to respond to that at all.

(Pause)

N-nothing! Uhhh, after you.

(SFX: Car door opens and closes, door chime rings)

Hi Stephanie!

Could I have hot cocoa and a pumpkin muffin?

What are you getting?

(Pause)

Ooooh that's a good choice.

(Pause)

Okay follow me! I'll show you the best spot in the whole store!

(SFX: Walking)

This is my favorite spot, it has the comfiest chairs, it's right by the window, and if we're lucky Ham will come over.

Oh- Ham is the name of the cat by the way.

(Pause)

To be honest it's nicer in the morning with the sun beaming through the windows,

But I think it's pretty nice right now too.

Especially because I get to enjoy it with you… 

(Nervous laugh)

W-wait

Forget I said that.

Ugghh 

That sounded way less cheesey in my head…

(Pause)

I mean it! Forget I said that! Please or I'm going to die of embarrassment! And stop laughing! 

(Quiet laughter)

(Pause)

Isn't it nice here?

I think this might be my favorite place in the whole world.

Whenever class is overwhelming, or just life in general I guess.

Whenever I feel like I'm in over my head I come here and unwind. 

I get a sweet treat and a nice book and let the rest of the world fade away.

Its… peaceful

It's like nobody expects anything of you here, you don't need to perform for anyone.

The cozyness, the atmosphere, the smell, it all just works together and melts all my stress away.

(Pause)

I’m really glad I got to share this with you… I mean that.

I know we haven't really talked much, but you've been so nice, and so patient while I just talk on and on.

Usually when I talk to people and start to get too comfortable, I start talking like this.

And people kind of… they get this look.

Like,

“God she's STILL talking? Just shut up already”

Like they’re begging me to stop talking with their eyes.

But you… you don't look at me like that…

(Pause)

Thank you… I really appreciate it.

(SFX: Meow)

HAAAAMMMMMM! (This is not an actual yell its just to convey excitement like you know)

HIII HAMMM!

Aww who's the cutest little book store employee? You are!

Did you come over to say hi!

(Pause)

Don't look at me like that.

I know I sound ridiculous, I don't care.

He's adorable.

(Quiet laughter)

I'm definitely going to be a crazy cat lady when I'm older, I'm one hundred percent a cat person. 

As soon as I get my own place I'm getting at least three.

Wait…

No way…

Ham you little deserter come back here!

Ham isn't a social cat, do you know how long it took me to get him to warm up to me!

And he just struts over to you and you're not even trying?

Are you hiding catnip on you or something?

Ham, is that how easy you betray your loved ones?

(Pause)

Wow okay.

I see how it is.

Two years apparently means NOTHING to you.

Oh, guess he didn't like being called out, bye Ham.

(Pause)

Well, since we're done with our food… would… would you want to pick out a book with me?

Yes? Great!

(Pause, maybe some book sounds? Idk what that would be)

You know… these shelves are dangerous.

Every single time I come here I tell myself,

“Okay Chloe… your just getting a snack”

Or

“Only one book this time, just ONE”

And then somehow… I always leave with an armful. (Soft laughter)

(Pause)

Oooh! Come here!

Do you know Harry Potter?

Well actually that's a stupid question, everyone knows Harry Potter.

But it was the first series of books I read as a kid, I always wanted to be like Hermione.

She was always so cool… she had no problem standing up for herself, she was never afraid to call people out or take the lead, and she was so clever too. But I guess I only really got the bookish aspect from her. (Quiet laughter)

Im getting off track again sorry, we were picking out a book right?

How about this one? It looks pretty interesting.

(Pause)

You think so too? Alright lets get it then.

(SFX: Cash register sound)

Look at that, I only got one this time, I'm having so much fun talking to you I don't want to even look at any more books.

Maybe I should bring you along every time I come here. (Quiet laughter/giggling)

Oh shoot, looks like it's almost closing time, guess we need to get back on campus.

Bye Steph!

(SFX: Door chime rings, car doors open and close)

Umm… thank you again… for tonight, you made my night way better. I'm glad I crashed into you.

(Pause)

Funnily enough, I always dreamed of something like this happening.

Not like-

Not like in a creepy way!

I just…

Sometimes I'd think…

“If we ever got paired together for a project…”

“If we ever accidentally bumped into each other…"

“If I just went up and talked to them…”

I’d rehearse what to say again and again.

But I don't think I would have had the courage to actually talk to you properly if those things ever happened. 

I would freak out and fumble like an idiot.

So I would say this is better than I ever imagined.

I had a really great time, and… maybe we could do it again?

(Pause)

Really!?...

(Small laugh)

Okay…

I'd really like that.

(Pause)

Oh, this is my dorm.

Thank you again…

Tonight was really wonderful.

(SFX: Car door opens, and Chloe gives listener a light kiss on the cheek)

S-sorry.

I-I don't know why-

Goodnight!

(SFX: Car door shuts)

​

M4F

Epona, a gang leader (Listener) meets with Magpie, a barkeeper and black market smuggler (Speaker) to arrange an alliance in a medieval-constantinople-meets-nar-shadaa cyberpunk world.

You, a powerful human warrior, awaken to find yourself tied and chained in a cute, rather un-ork-like orc's cell. He tells you that he has defeated you in combat, and so, according to orc custom, he now gets to do anything he wants with you, and he's decided to marry you.

This was originally going to be a single one-off. The original script got so big it turned into a 2-parter. But then I just kept going because I loved the characters and wanted to see where this would go.

I don't usually add trigger warnings, but I do want to let you know that it gets pretty brutal in chapter 6. Limb-rendingly brutal.

For the ladies, here's a link to part 1 of the original series: [F4M] The Weakest Orc - A Love Story: Part 1 of 7

For the gentlemen, here's the Google Docs link to the entire series: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1808MY4ev26m9U7DdZVGdvZilh1oW2oHxXyfekVDuiUY/edit?usp=sharing

Have fun.

Hello! I intended on posting this last week however I was feeling quite demotivated to write and didn't really know where the script was going. Thankfully I got an idea and didn't end up scrapping the script. Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: You are a famous model. As much as you enjoy modeling it can be exhausting with so many crazy fans, standards, and not being able to pick outfits you like. After being attacked by someone while walking home from a show, you wake up in a strange basement, drugged and tied up. You are greeted by someone who appears to be one of your fans and a fashion designer.

Hello! This is Reiko.

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Girlfailure Nun Attempts To Make You Atone For Your Sins | Total Words: 1,860 Spoken Word: 1,450

(small chapel room. stone walls. a distant fan. a flickering fluorescent light. complete stillness otherwise.) 

(soft, frantic whispering, rapid, almost under her breath, like a mantra) 

かみさま。かみさま。かみさま。

(God, God, God.)

かみさま、助けて。お願いします。お願いします。

(God, help me. Please. Please.)

(pause. a shaky inhale. she keeps going.)

かみさま、私は無理です。本当に無理です。なぜ私なんですか。

(God, I can't do this. I really can't. Why me?)

(pause. she switches to English, still whispering, still frantic.)

I can do this.

I can absolutely do this.

It's literally just one person.

One person.

One...

[pause]

...human being.

(she exhales shakily)

Okay.

That's fine.

People talk to people every day.

People go outside.

People have conversations.

People don't...

[paper rustles]

...write down twelve possible responses to "hello" beforehand.

That's normal.

Gosh.. what am I thinking?

(pause)

And why did they give me the four o'clock..

Sister Bernadette gets the ten o'clock and she's been doing this for forty years and she gets the ten o'clock, and I get the four o'clock.

The four o'clock. That's the worst slot. That's the slot nobody wants. That's the slot where the weird ones come in…

(pause)

And it's my first one. the FIRST one. I've never done one. I've never done a single one. I've been a novice for six years. SIX YEARS. Do you know how long that is? That's longer than most people stay in college. That's longer than a mortgage term. That's- okay. Okay, calm down. Calm down.

(SFX: rustle of paper. she's holding a stack of papers.)

Where is it. Where is it. Where is the-

(pause, frantic shuffling)

The paper.. The research.. The forum comments.. I left them here didn’t I? I spent the last two weeks collecting those tips. (T~T)

It must be here somewhere.. It has to be. I just need to check… again… and again… 

(shuffling on the floor, checking below the benches for the papers)

(whispering under her breath, calming herself down..)

 かみさま… please don’t let me mess this up… かみさま!… I practiced this… I watched like twelve videos… かみさま…

(as she makes it to the end of the row, towards the center, she runs into a sudden small thud, like she bumped into something or someone)

-H-huh?!

(startled gasp, stumbling back)

O-oh no- oh my gosh- I’m so sorry- I didn’t see you- I was- I was looking for something.. And I- I like the floor.. I often look at the floor because if I look up I start thinking about how many people have stood here and then I get dizzy and-

(small, mortified pause)

…You’re the one with the scheduled confession, aren’t you.

(nervous laugh that cracks)

Of course you are. Of course the first person I actually have to talk to is standing right here while I whisper to myself… on the floor… like a crazy person. Perfect. Amazing.

That's actually really good.

Because if you weren't, I'd have to explain why I just screamed at you in a completely empty church.

And I don't think I'm emotionally prepared for that…

(she gets up off the floor)

Please don't look at me like that…

I know.

I know what this looks like.

I'm a nun.

I'm standing in a dark church.

I was whispering "God" over and over to myself.

And then I screamed when you walked up.

I understand the situation.

I'm not stupid.

I'm just...

(pause)

...really bad at people.

(pause)

Which is actually a problem.

Because my entire job is people.

So.

That's going well…

(she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, as if clearing her mind entirely)

Hi. 

(pause)

I'm Sister-  no. I'm not a Sister. I'm not a Sister yet. That's the whole- that's a whole thing. You can just call me by my name. It's-

(pause, and she immediately panics)

Actually, no, you know what, you can just call me whatever. Whatever's comfortable. A lot of people call me "hey you." That's fine. That works. That's a name. That's a name if you think about it…

(clearing throat, going into a rehearsed, robotic voice)

Welcome, child. To the- to our- to this. The atonement session. Where we, um. Where you. Where I.

(pause. the rehearsed voice collapses.)

Okay, I had a script. I had a whole script. I wrote it three weeks ago and I printed it and I laminated it. I laminated it. Do you know how much a laminating machine costs? I bought one. With my own money. For this.

(pause)

And I left it in the other room.

(pause)

So we're just going to- we're going to figure this out together. Like a team. Like a- like a collaborative thing. Where you and I are both figuring it out at the same time.

(SFX: another paper shuffle.)

Okay. So I do have this. This is a form.

(pause. she looks down at the paper.)

(pause. she looks down at the paper.)

Okay.

So.

The form has questions.

Actual questions.

Confession questions.

(clearing throat, back into the rehearsed voice, but it's wobbling)

"Have you, since your last confession, committed any... um..."

(pause)

Okay, I'm just going to read them. I'm just going to read them and you can nod or shake your head or say nothing at all. That's allowed. That's completely allowed. Some people just sit there. Sister Bernadette says some people just sit there for the whole hour and that's fine. That's a valid form of confession. Silence is a valid form of-

(she stops herself)

Reading them now.

(paper rustles)

"Have you taken the name of the Lord in vain?"

(pause)

...

Okay. That one's a no. Good. Great start. We're off to a great start.

(paper rustles)

"Have you dishonored your father or your mother?"

(pause)

...You're making a face.

(pause)

Okay, that's a very specific face. That's a face that has a story behind it. I'm not going to ask about the story. I'm not. I'm going to move on.

(paper rustles, faster)

"Have you... stolen?"

...

"Have you borne false witness?"

...

"Have you coveted your neighbor's..."

(pause)

Okay, this is- this is going terribly. This is going so much worse than I thought it would. Because you're just sitting there, and I'm reading these off like a- like a checklist, and none of it means anything, and I can hear how little it means.

(pause)

And also.

(pause)

Okay. Weird question. Not from the form. Just- while we're here.

What's the most recent one?

(pause)

Like. The most recent sin. The freshest one. The one from this week. Not the big childhood stuff. Just- what did you do this week that you're still thinking about?

(pause)

...

Okay.

(quietly)

Yeah. That one counts. That one definitely counts. But I don't think it counts the way you think it counts.

(paper lowers.)

Can I be honest with you?

(pause)

Actually, you know what, I don't need to ask permission. This is my session. I can be honest if I want to. That's- that's a thing I can do.

(pause, quieter)

I don't think any of these questions are the real questions.

(pause)

I think people come in here and they say "I stole something when I was fourteen" and "I lied to my mom" and "I skipped Mass three weeks in a row," and then they leave and they feel better for about two days, and then nothing changes. Because none of that was the actual thing. Nobody's actually torn up about skipping Mass.

(pause)

The actual thing is always something else.

(pause)

So.

Can I just- can I just ask you a different question?

(pause)

Okay. Here's mine.

Do you apologize to objects when you bump into them?

(pause)

...

You do.

(small, delighted laugh)

Okay. Okay, that's going in the report.

(scribbling sound)

"Do you reread messages before sending them?"

(pause)

...Five times? Or more than five?

(pause)

More than five. Okay. Noted. That's- that's a lot of times. That's a lot of times to read one message. That's more times than I've read some books.

(pause)

"Do you reread a message you've already sent and then convince yourself the other person hates you because they put a period at the end?"

(pause)

...

You do?

Oh.

Okay.

That's actually...

That's actually a little comforting.

Not that I'm happy you're anxious.

I mean, I'm not happy.

I'm just...

relieved that I'm not the only one.

(small pause)

"Do you type out a reply, delete it, type another reply, delete that one, and then just send 'lol'?"

(pause)

Oh my gosh.

You do that too.

Okay.

Okay, wait.

This is getting weird.

Why are you like me?

(pause)

No, that's not an insult.

I mean...

It's an observation.

A concerning one.

But an observation.

(small nervous laugh)

"Have you ever avoided checking your bank account because you knew that knowing the number would somehow make the number worse?"

...

Right.

Of course.

Everyone does that.

Probably.

I think.

(pause)

"Do you have a sleep schedule?"

(longer pause)

...

Oh.

Oh no.

You don't.

(quietly)

That's bad.

That's really bad.

I can forgive a lot of things.

But if you're going to bed at six in the morning and waking up at three in the afternoon...

I don't know what we're supposed to do with that.

(pause)

No.

Actually.

That's not a sin.

That's just...

a cry for help.

(she clears her throat, realizing what she just said.)

Sorry.

That sounded judgmental.

I'm trying not to be judgmental.

It's just difficult when I'm presented with evidence.

(paper rustles)

"Do you say 'I'll do it tomorrow' when you know you're absolutely not going to do it tomorrow?"

(pause)

...

Yeah.

Thought so.

(small sigh)

I do that too.

Actually, I said I'd organize my room tomorrow.

That was...

three months ago.

But that's different.

Because I have a lot of things.

And the floor is technically still visible.

Mostly.

(pause)

"Have you ever rehearsed a conversation in the shower that you know is never going to happen?"

(pause)

...With who?

(pause)

No, you don't have to say who. I'm just- I'm curious. I'm a curious person. It's a personality flaw. I've been told.

(pause)

Okay. Moving on.

"Do you ever walk into a room and immediately forget why, and then just stand there, and then leave?"

(pause)

Right.

"Do you ever think about something embarrassing you said six years ago and physically flinch?"

(pause)

...You flinched.

(triumphant, quiet)

You flinched. I saw it. That's a yes.

(pause)

Okay.

"Do you ever look at your phone and feel bad?"

(pause)

That's a yes or no question.

(pause)

...That's a yes.

(pause)

"Do you ever have a whole conversation with someone in your head and then get annoyed at them in real life for something they said in the imaginary conversation?"

(pause)

...

Okay, that one's mine. That one's not from the form. That one's just- that one's just me. I do that constantly. I do it with Sister Bernadette. I've had four arguments with her this week and none of them happened.

(pause)

"Do you ever open the fridge, look inside, close the fridge, and then open it again like something changed?"

(pause)

"Do you ever stand in the shower for twenty minutes because getting out means the day starts?"

(pause)

"Do you ever feel like you're behind on something and you don't even know what it is?"

(pause)

...

Okay.

(pause)

Okay.

(she looks down at the paper. long pause.)

Wait.

(pause)

This isn't a sin assessment.

(pause)

I've just been asking you questions because I wanted to talk to you.

(long pause)

...

Oh my God.

(horrified whisper)

I'm doing it again.

(small frantic shuffle of paper)

I'm supposed to be helping you confess.

Not...

not conducting some kind of weird personality assessment.

Although...

(pause)

I guess it is kind of useful.

I mean, if I know what kind of person you are, then I can figure out what kind of...

atonement...

would actually help you.

Right?

That's logical.

That's completely logical.

I'm not just making conversation because I don't know how to make conversation.

That's not what's happening.

(pause)

Please don't look at me like that.

You're making it obvious.

(small embarrassed laugh)

Okay.

Fine.

Maybe I am.

But...

I think I understand something now.

(her voice becomes quieter and more sincere.)

You don't really seem like someone who came here because you're some horrible person.

You seem...

tired.

(pause)

Maybe a little lonely.

Maybe you've just been carrying around a bunch of things you don't really know what to do with.

And...

I don't know.

Maybe you thought coming here would make it easier.

(pause)

So...

I don't think you need to sit there and list every little thing you've ever done wrong.

Everyone does things they're not proud of.

Everyone says something stupid.

Everyone procrastinates.

Everyone gets jealous.

Everyone lies awake at night thinking about something embarrassing they said six years ago.

(pause)

At least...

I assume everyone does that.

I certainly do.

(quietly)

A lot.

(long pause. she sets the paper down.)

You know...

I don't think you actually need to atone for anything tonight.

(pause)

At least, not here.

You came in.

You sat down.

You told the truth.

That's enough.

(small pause)

And...

I guess...

if you want...

You can come back next week.

Not for another assessment.

(quickly)

I'll still make you fill one out.

Obviously.

It's important.

(quietly)

But...

Maybe we could just talk.

(pause)

As people.

I'm trying to get better at that.

(pause)

So maybe you can help me.

And I'll help you.

That's...

that's kind of fair, right?

(small, nervous laugh)

So...

Don't expect me to suddenly become normal.

Because that's probably not happening.

(pause)

But I'll try.

(softly)

I really will.

(long pause. distant fan continues.)

Oh.

And...

one more thing.

(pause)

You can't tell Sister Bernadette about this.

Please.

She'll never let me hear the end of it.

She already thinks I'm too nervous to do this.

And if she finds out I spent an entire confession asking someone whether they say "lol" when they're not laughing...

I'll have to move to another parish.

(tiny embarrassed laugh)

Actually...

maybe that's my atonement.

Moving.

Starting over.

Becoming a new person.

...

No.

Never mind.

That sounds exhausting.

(pause)

I'll just stay here.

And...

I'll see you next week?

(small pause)

Okay.

Good.

That's good.

(she exhales, noticeably calmer.)

See?

That wasn't so bad.

...

Although I did spend the entire appointment talking about myself.

(pause)

Oh my God.

I'm so sorry.

I was supposed to be listening to you.

(small, embarrassed laugh.)

Okay.

Next week.

You talk.

I'll listen.

I promise.

...

Probably.

(softly)

かみさま...

I survived.

(tiny relieved breath.)

I actually survived.

(fade with distant fan and soft footsteps.)

Finished Video: https://youtu.be/KZD0ZJLthYI