Can I please request some slashers x reader where the reader is an autistic writer? Like they know the best ways to deal with a body with a disturbing amount of detail because the story they are writing demands it. Would the slashers give the reader tips for a good story?
YES YES! this is lit me btw !!😋😋😋
Slashers x s/o who knows a little too much about disturbing stuff bc it’s their special interest hcs:
Also some non specifically slashers just horror characters as well + some have unspecified relationship rather than romantic..
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent sees killing as business, instead of taking pleasure in it, like his brothers, they feel like they have to do it. Which is why Vincent would be unsure how to feel about your writing, but then again he loves to read it when you’re not there, and if you told him that this is your business, he’d think you need to do it like he does and take your upstairs to show you how all his father’s medical tools work. Jackpot!!
Billy Lenz
When you’re writing he would come up behind you and try to read it in secret but you always hear him breathing. If you ever asked him for source material he’d most likely start to panic because he’s not exactly aware of the acts he commits nor remembers them clearly, he thinks it’s a dream or something, he’d say something like “I would never do anything like— Billy would never do anything like that!”
Michael Myers
Another one who can’t really speak. Also like Vincent, he would be eager to read your writing if he really cared about you. But if you ask him for tips but if he feels as though you’re trying to get into his head and he’ll shut down, it possibly reminding him of the mental institution.
Chop Top / Bobby Sawyer
(Chop-Top’s my F/O so…I would know this !!)
The whole family’s basically illiterate, however I think CT knows a little more having been “all around the word” as he put it, due to the war. You can’t tell if he’s telling the truth or if he’d know if he was lying but he doesn’t try his very best to read for stories.
“Oh! Oh— I like that one!”
You look back, he’s got almost all of your paper’s out in stacks around him.
“Hey so—“
“I I like this.”
“Which one?”
“The one where the… the… the guy loses all his hair in the mental hospital!”
“What… —are you reading it upside down?”
“You wanna write a— a— what’s it called… smut scene?”
“What are you talking about?!”
Jack Torrance
Oh boy… here he is. The actual writer himself.
Say you met him while visiting the Overlook before the long winter, and you became sort of writing buddies. Writers that bounce ideas off eachother. When he learns about your interest in the morbid sorts of thing, in concern for his family’s safety around you, he’d ask “you would never think of actually doing this would you?” With a laugh.
He’d show interest in the concept as if it were a metaphor for his own life… so concerningly so, sometimes it was like he took too much comfort in you, especially if you were with him at the Overlook when he started going more insane, oh you would never sleep again.
Nights would be filled with getting woken up by sudden tearful ideas spewing from his mouth. He’d wake up in the middle of the night, run over to your room and tell you in great detail about his violent dreams, deciding that all this that’s funneling into his head he can funnel into your book instead of his.
Because of this, he’d start to take refuge in you and if by chance you started to get worried, it would break him. “You wouldn’t push down another writer would you? Not another creative mind like yours? Oh, no, you wouldn’t, right?” He’d say in typical Jack panicky fashion.
Freddy Kruger
When you’re on four cups of coffee at 3 AM trying to get a page done, you wish too hard for some help, someone to come and tell you how to write this scene. Your curtains move in the wind, but you only wish that actually meant something while you drift off.
Now there he is. You rarely remember your dreams with him, floating around, picking on you. “Ohh that is just sooo beautiful!”
“Hey! How did you get that?!” You’d say, looking frantically around the room for him and your paper.
“S’pose you fell asleep while writing again.”
“Fred! Give that back!
“My god, you do know a lot about anatomy!
“I have to look at you all day!”
But when you wake up, you’re coughing up pillow feathers and picking red and green threads out of your hair, but there’s dozens of new, horrible images in your head that you just have to scramble to get down as fast as possible. You know how quickly dreams fade.
Art the clown
Silly mime man, who sneaks into your house at night. You usually feed him things from a dog bowl under the table. When you have writers block he’s always willing to act out the most outrageous scenarios, (which you secretly sometimes might use.)
He’d be EVER so happy to explain all kinds of murder with all the gory details and even bring you to his abandoned building and show you, to your utter dismay and horror. Sometimes he brings Victoria, she doesn’t help. [insert that image of the guy smiling with the comment that says “what’s the difference between 1st, 2nd, and 3rd degree murder?”] This is him.
+ BONUS
Damien Karras
(it couldn’t help it I love him so bad 🥺🥺)
Say you’ve known him for a while and you’ve recently taken up writing after an event that caused you a lot of trauma. Him being a psychiatrist wouldn’t like you writing about this kind of stuff and also wouldn’t want you to isolate yourself, he’ll never bring it up as a religious topic though, just an issue. “Your fixation on murder and death is worrying me.”
