u/ofshadowedlegacy

* Genre/s: Argumentative/Persuasive Essay, Media Analysis, Psychological Character Study

* Goals/expectations/commitment: Leisure, but turning into a video essay later. Medium commitment

* Writing/experience level: Collegiate

* Meeting place: Google Docs

* Max size: 7 pages

I am looking for someone to proof read an essay I am working on, which is a character study for the hit TV show Supernatural. Fandom literacy would be really helpful. This is very daunting but I am excited to try!

whump is my favorite food. i love to torture the listener. next i will torture the speaker too. — kovu

For ASMRists: 

• You’re free to use/monetize: I just request credit and a link to listen to it/tagged in it, or a file if it’s placed behind a paywall. 
• My scripts are not gendered, but feel free to change that as it suits your audience. 
• AI voice is prohibited for any of my scripts.

All my scripts are available on Reddit & Scriptbin. If you enjoy my work, buy me a Ko-fi!

*Tagline: “*You said you weren’t sick but I’ve known you long enough to know the signs and you’re checking all the boxes. So prove me wrong.”

Tone: Annoyed to affectionate, familiar, tense, romantic. Cocky tsundere to gentle caretaker

Setting: Apartment SFX, sickness 

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[Knocking at the door.] 

(A long pause.) 

[Muffled from outside the door.]

(exasperated.) Can we just get this over with? There’s no point in dragging it out longer than necessary.

[Knocking at the door.] I know you're in there, I can hear you moving around. 

(A long pause.)

[Knocking at the door.] Okay, now you’re just being dramatic. Can I just get my things back and go? 

[The door opens.]

 (sarcastically). I’m impressed. I expected you to ignore me all day. 

I don’t want to argue either. I just came to get my stuff. We’re adults, we can be amicable. [under breath] At least, I can. 

(between charmed and annoyed.) Don’t roll your eyes at me. Can I come in?

[The door shuts behind The Speaker.] 

Jesus. What the hell happened in here? 

 

No, sorry—no. It’s not bad, it’s just not like you to let your apartment get this messy. I mean, takeout containers on the table, and—

[The Listener sneezes once, then again.] 

Bless you. Bless you. Are you—

(annoyed.) You’re fine…right. Okay, sure. I’ll pretend I believe that. Whatever, where are my boxes? 

Your room? Lead the way. 

[The door creaks open.] 

Fuck, it’s hot in here. Do you—hold on, do you have the heater on? It’s a gorgeous day outside, and you’re cold? 

…Are you okay?

Alright, alright, yeah. I’ll get my boxes and go. 

[The Listener coughs and unsuccessfully attempts to muffle it.]

That cough sounds like shit.

(accusatory) You’re sick. 

No? Let me check with the thermometer then. Is it still in the medicine cabinet? I’ll be right back.

[Listener sputters in shock.]

(The Speaker used to live here, so they move around the apartment confidently, knowing where to find everything.)

Open up. Don’t make that face—you said you weren’t sick but I’ve known you long enough to know the signs and you’re checking all the boxes. So prove me wrong. 

Prove that you’re not sick. 

[Listener reluctantly takes the thermometer in their mouth.)

(tenderly.) There you go. Now, we wait. 

[Listener tries to protest.]

Ah, ah, ah. No talking. 

[Again.]

Shhh. 

[The thermometer beeps. The Speaker takes it out of their mouth.] Alright, let’s take a look at this. 

(Small sound of concern i.e sigh, sharp inhale, etc) Wow, you’re running quite the fever. It’s worse than I expected. Go lay down on the couch, I’ll grab you a glass of water.

[Background ambience of the sink running and glasses clinking.] 

Here. 

You can take care of yourself? 

Obviously not. I have known you long enough to know you haven’t taken anything. Sit still, I’ll be right back. 

[Background ambience of the bathroom cabinet, shuffling through medicine. A noise of victory, finding a bottle of cough syrup.] From last winter when I had the flu. This’ll do.

(re-entering.) You should take some of this, then eat something and then later you can have another dose, right before bed.

[Pours some, and holds it out.] Yeah, I know it tastes like shit. 

(Long beat.) 

Why…Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick? 

You don’t have anyone to go to? 

(almost shyly.) Why didn’t you call me? 

Yes, I know we’re exes but if you call and tell me you’ve got a fever, I will come help you. Anytime. Do you hear me? I will always come when you call. 

(Beat.)

How can I help? 

(fond.) Lay with you? Scooch. 

[Shuffles on the couch beside The Listener, wrapping their arms around them.] 

Comfortable? [Listener buries their face into The Speaker’s chest]. Mm, your hair smells nice. 

(softly.) If you haven’t broken your fever in a few hours, I’m going to make you take a cool shower.

I hate seeing you like this. Every time you get sick, you go down hard. A true crash and burn. I love that you’re dedicated, but you work yourself to the bone. It worries me. I can’t imagine how tired you must be. 

I’m sorry, I know. I won’t fuss. I’m just glad I’m here to help now.

[The Listener sneezes.] 

(mocking the high pitched inflection/intonation of Listener’s sneeze.) Bless yew!  (fond.) You’ve always had such a dorky sneeze. You’re lucky it’s cute.

(teasing.) Are you blushing?!

Okay, okay, I’ll be nice. You’re right, I can be nice. You’re sickie, I know you don’t feel well.

[The Speaker presses a kiss to the Listener’s forehead. Perhaps it’s purposeful, perhaps it’s habit.] 

(regretful.) This…is a bad idea. 

Shh, shh. No, don’t worry about it. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up. 

hi! tldr: i’ve been writing for years, and listening to rp audios for years., this is my first script, but i plan to write many more. so excited to finally take the jump. — kovu

For ASMRists: 

• You’re free to use/monetize: I just request credit and a link to listen to it/tagged in it, or a file if it’s placed behind a paywall. 
• My scripts are not gendered, but feel free to change that as it suits your audience. 
• My scripts are meant for adult audiences and all characters are 18+.
• AI voice is prohibited for any of my scripts.

All my scripts are available on Reddit & Scriptbin. If you enjoy my work, buy me a Ko-fi!

Tagline: Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t feel well? We can always reschedule. 

Tone: Eager, warm, nervous, affectionate

Setting: Outside, city, restaurant

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[SFX: Outside a restaurant, maybe light ambient music, or the sound of cars or wind.] 

(warm.) Hey! Hi, wow—-you look….wow. That color really brings out your eyes. You look amazing. 

Um, thanks for meeting me, I know you’ve probably had a long week at work. I'm just…(timid.) I’ve wanted to grab drinks with you for a while, so I’m grateful you made time for me. 

I already told the host that we’re here, they’re just getting our table ready. 

Are you…Sorry, are you cold? 

It’s just that your nose is all pink and you’re kinda shaking. Jesus, you’re covered in goosebumps. Here! No, no, take my jacket. I insist. [SFX: Jacket rustling.]

You’re welcome. 

(flirtatiously but earnestly.) I like the way you look in my clothes. 

(smug/surprised.) You…are very easy to fluster. (laughs.)

Don’t worry, it’s cute when you blush. 

[Long beat.]

Anyways, how was your day? Did you have to go into the office today? 

Yeah? What kind of asshole holds a meeting on a Friday? By the end of the week, I’m usually— 

(confused.) Bless you? 

(rushed, now distracted) I’m usually brain dead. Hang on, sorry, was that a sneeze? What? Was it? Oh my god, it was!!! (teasing.) That was so cuuute!!!

[Erupts into laughter, which makes the Listener blush and hide their face.] Don’t pout, don’t pout. I’m done making fun of you, I promise. 

(cheekily.) Well, for now, at least. 

[Beat.] 

Did you get a chance to check out the menu before you came? Yeah, it’s the one I texted you. 

Okay cool! 

Do you have any ideas for what you’re going to get? I know, the pictures looked amazing. 

The drink menu is extensive too. I really want to try their smoked bourbon, I forget what the drink is called but it looks amazing. 

(concerned.) Are you still cold? You’re still shivering. Come here, poor thing. You can steal some of my body heat. 

(cautious, aware.) …You, my love, are very warm. Like, *really…*warm, actually. 

Are you feeling okay? 

(heartbreak.) Oh, sweetheart. Why didn’t you just tell me you didn’t feel well? We can always reschedule. I don’t want you standing out here if you’re not feeling up to it. No, I know you were excited, and I am too but if you’re ever under the weather, we can eat soup in our pajamas and watch horror movies. You don’t need to push yourself to come outside. 

And again, you look stunning but if you don’t feel well, that’s all that matters to me. 

Look, how is next Friday? [SFX: typing on phone] If you’re feeling better by then, we can just rain check and meet up then. How does that sound? 

Good, good. I am looking forward to it too. 

[Listener sneezes.]

Gesundheit. Okay, let’s get you out of the cold. C’mon, I’ll drive you home. 

No, no, no, you don’t have to call an Uber. I’m parked right around the corner. Let me drive you home. I’ll even let you choose the radio station. 

(laughing.) C’mon, let’s get you home.