#norman bates 1960

[h3llish0ttt]

desperately needing someone to draw Norman Bates, Billy Lenz and Marin Mathias as Spiderman

[make-your-own-evil]

could I request hcs for norman bates with a shy s/o?

yes you could 👀

note: feel free to reblog my work! just please give credit where credit is due :)

Norman Bates x Shy!S/O

welp, youre going to have to confess first because he's not doing it

even if your werent shy, becoming norman's s/o is quite the accomplishment with all of the hurdles you would have to jump through

ya know with the whole "all women are whores except for mother" thing

if his s/o doesnt actually identify as a woman that would create a rather interesting loophole for his *ahem* urges

regardless of gender or sexual identity, any possible s/o would need the approval of mother or rather "norma"

a shy and timid thing like yourself for her shy and timid son? hmm.. this could work... maybe

theres a video of introverted dogs going to a dog park where theyre all standing completely still not doing anything and thats kind of how i imagine this would go

he actually did pretty well at first asking marion to eat with him so i would assume that he wouldnt have too much of an issue initiating things

the two of you are blushing, stuttering and mumbling messes. theres an awful lot of socially awkward tension between you too

but it almost feels comfortable?

whats something that you two could do that doesnt involve talking to or looking at each other?

a movie!

he's not taking you OUT to the movies, youre watching a movie on the tv with him. on the couch. a good two feet apart. not moving.

he would ask you if there was anything he could get you every 15 minutes

oh god is that a kissing scene? god dammit now his face is red... and yours is too

out of the corner of your eye you can see him making quick glances, shifting his weight and flexing his fingers while youre sitting with him

tries to eventually scoot closer to you

movies over! that was fun! goodnight!

being norman's shy s/o would require a lot of patience. in a way its probably for the better since he wouldnt feel as intimidated as he would with someone who wasnt as shy as he is

if you dont mind that he's as shy as you are or that his mother wants you dead then go right ahead! he can be a big sweetheart 💕

[normasshearer]

FAVORITE CLASSIC FILM PERFORMANCES

Anthony Perkins as Norman Bates in PSYCHO (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

I think that we're all in our private traps, clamped in them, and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and we claw, but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch.

[isabelleadjani]

ANTHONY PERKINS as Norman Bates PSYCHO dir. Alfred Hitchcock, 1960

[louisbxne]

ANTHONY PERKINS as NORMAN BATES

Psycho (1960)

[euphoric-mars]

looking horror right in the eyes

[classichorrorblog]

Psycho (1960)

[cece693]

Well Mannered Son (Norman Bates x M! Reader)

In my attempt to write beyond my go-to slashers, I thought Norman Bates would be a good change of pace. I love his character and (in my opinion) he's a good blend of nice guy and murderer.

Summary: The rain didn't stop, causing you to pull over and seek shelter at Bates Motel. The attendant was cute but raised a hell of a lot of red flags. But who said you were the most sane to begin with?

tags: reader isn't the most sane, ignores red flags, thinks Norman is cute, in a creepy sort of way, mother approves, good thing you're a man

The rain pounded against the windshield, so heavy that the wipers couldn’t keep up. You were driving aimlessly, like you often did when your mind got too noisy. Thoughts swirled in your head, dark and restless, pushing you further down the winding, empty roads. But tonight, the storm made things dangerous—even for you. Home was still an hour away, and with the weather getting worse, you knew you couldn’t make it.

That’s when you saw it—the flickering neon sign of Bates Motel. Its glow barely pierced the darkness, but it was enough. You didn’t hesitate to pull over, the car skidding slightly as you came to a stop in the small gravel lot. The place looked like it had seen better days—run down, forgotten—but that didn’t matter. It was shelter, and it was exactly what you needed right now.

Drawing your jacket over your head, you stepped out of the car and made a run for the office. The rain hit you hard, soaking through your jacket in seconds, but you ignored it. The small office was dimly lit, musty, and eerily quiet. You kicked the door shut behind you, pulling off your drenched jacket and shaking it out as you looked around.

“Hello?” you called out, glancing toward the empty reception desk. There wasn’t even a bell to signal your arrival. For a moment, you considered just going back to your car and sleeping there for the night. It wouldn’t be the first time. But before you could turn to leave, a man appeared from the back office, his face lighting up when he saw you.

“Hi, sorry about the wait. The rain didn’t let me hear a thing.” he explained quickly, a nervous smile playing on his lips as he walked toward the desk.

You stood still, your gaze fixed on him. He wasn’t conventionally attractive, not in a striking way, but there was something about him. He was awkward, almost too eager, but that awkwardness had its own charm. His hair was a little messy, like he’d spent too much time fussing with it, and his clothes were plain, almost old-fashioned. But it was his eyes that held your attention. They were bright, but shadowed by something deeper, something that told you this man had secrets.

“It’s no problem,” you finally said, offering a faint smile in return. “I was just hoping to get a room for the night. The storm’s too much to drive through.”

He nodded quickly, his hands fumbling to open the guest book. "Yes, but my mother and I like this weather. Peaceful. I’m Norman, by the way.” he added after a pause, giving you a look that seemed to weigh you against something in his mind.

“Nice to meet you, Norman.” you replied, signing your name in the book. "I'm M/N." You feigned to not notice the way Norman stared as your hand moved across the page, almost as if committing every stroke to memory.

“Room one’s available. It’s just next to the office.”

“Thanks.” you said, taking the key from his hand. Before you could leave, Norman hesitated, his eyes flickering briefly to the doorway behind him. “You know, if you’re hungry or anything, we’ve got dinner at the house. It’s just up the hill. My mother’s there.”

Mother. The word sent a curious ripple through you. You didn’t think much about your own mother, but there was something about how Norman said it that made you pause. It wasn’t the word itself, but the way he spoke of her, as if she was more than just his mother. She was everything to him.

Most people would find that unsettling. But not you. You found it adorable, actually. Endearing. That level of devotion, the way he seemed so close to her, like she was his best friend. How sweet was that?

“She’s your best friend, huh?” you asked with genuine interest.

Norman blinked, caught off guard by your lack of discomfort. “Yes… yes, she is. We do everything together. She’s really quite special.” His smile grew, this time more genuine, a little less awkward.

“Sounds nice,” you said simply. “Not many people understand family like that.”

Norman’s eyes widened just slightly. He was used to people reacting differently to him, but you weren’t like them. You didn’t pull away; you didn’t give him that look. Instead, you stepped closer, and for the first time in a long while, someone wasn’t treating him like a freak.

“Would you like to meet her?” he asked suddenly, almost eagerly.

Most people would’ve run right there, maybe politely declined or pretended to be tired. But you? You nodded without a second thought. "Sure. I’d love to. Just let me dry off a bit and leave my jacket in the room."

Norman’s eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and excitement. "Oh! Yes, of course. Take your time. I’ll, um, let Mother know you’ll be joining us."

You gave him a small nod and headed out of the office, back into the rain for the brief jog to your room. The motel seemed even quieter now, the pounding of the rain on the roof the only sound cutting through the night. Inside your room, you hung up your soaking jacket and ran a towel through your hair, looking at yourself in the mirror.

There was a strange feeling in your chest—something like anticipation, maybe curiosity. You weren’t exactly sure what drew you to Norman. Most people would’ve found his oddness unsettling, but you found it comforting.

Maybe because you weren’t so innocent yourself.

The thought crossed your mind as you stared into your own reflection, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You had your own darkness, your own secrets, skeletons in your closet that would send most people running. You liked the way Norman wasn’t trying to hide his oddness. Maybe that said more about you than him.

You headed back out into the storm, making your way up the hill to the old house. The path was slick with mud, and the house itself stood like a shadow looming over the motel. It felt timeless, stuck in a place that was half-memory, half-reality. But instead of dread, you felt an odd sense of calm.

Norman was waiting for you at the front door, his shy smile greeting you as he stepped aside to let you in. The house smelled faintly of old wood and something cooking—homey, in a way you hadn’t expected. You stepped inside, shaking off the rain from your hair.

“You’re just in time,” Norman said, leading you through the narrow hallway into the dining room. “I…um, I hope you don’t mind a simple meal. Mother likes to keep things traditional.”

“I don’t mind at all.” you said easily, glancing around. The dining room was dimly lit, the table set for two rather than three. Norman noticed your gaze. “Mother wasn't feeling well enough to come down tonight. But she’s watching from upstairs. She can see everything.”

For a moment, his words hung in the air. Most people might have felt a chill run down their spine, but you just smiled. “That’s okay. I hope she recovers quickly." Sitting at the table, you couldn't help but add “And I hope she enjoys the company. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Norman’s face brightened at that, his smile almost childlike in its innocence. “You're not. Mother already thinks you're very polite."

Dinner was served, simple but comforting—roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans. You ate quietly at first, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt like Norman was waiting for something, watching you closely for any sign of discomfort. You could feel his eyes on you, and you couldn’t help but test the boundaries a little.

"You’re a good cook," you said, breaking the quiet. “You must’ve learned that from your mother.”

Norman blushed, his gaze quickly flickering down to his plate. “Y-Yes. She taught me everything. She’s very particular about how things are done.”

“I can tell.” You leaned forward slightly, your voice soft but teasing. “It’s good to know you listen to her so well.”

The compliment seemed to catch him off guard. Norman’s face turned an even deeper shade of pink, and his hand fumbled with his fork. “Oh, I—I try. She always says that a man should be respectful, especially around good people like you.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a tug of amusement at his awkwardness. He was trying so hard to keep it together, but your presence was clearly making him flustered. You couldn’t resist pushing just a little more. “Well, I think you’re doing just fine.” your voice lowered slightly, “In fact, I think your mother would be proud of having raised such a well-mannered son."

As the night wore on, the conversation flowed easier. Norman grew more comfortable, though he still stammered and blushed when you pushed him with subtle flirtations. You found it charming, the way he tried so hard to maintain control, only to crumble with the slightest pressure.

Eventually, it was time to leave. You stood at the front door, Norman’s eyes lingering on you as he awkwardly fidgeted with his hands.

“I, um…I hope you sleep well tonight.” he said, voice soft.

You couldn’t resist one last push. Leaning in slightly, you smiled. “I’m sure I will, especially knowing you’re close by.”

Norman blinked, his face turning scarlet again, and for a moment, he looked like he might melt into the floor. Before he could stammer out a response, you took a step closer, leaning in and gently pressing a kiss to his lips. It was brief, just a soft brush, but enough to feel the warmth of his skin and the way his breath hitched in his throat.

When you pulled back, Norman looked utterly stunned, his eyes wide and his face a deep crimson. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. “Goodnight, Norman.” you whispered, giving him one last smile before walking down the hill.

As you walked back to your room, you couldn’t help but grin at yourself. You knew you’d see him again tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day...

[artoflured]

They are talking about Arbogast

[black-brained]

Now… why is he sitting like that?

[rubylured]

I cannot stop thinking about this

[devilsskettle]

Psycho (1960)

[cinemagal]

Trivia for Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[louisbxne]

PSYCHO (1960) Dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[thebrideofreanimator]

[cece693]

MASTER LIST #2

Since my first master list was getting laggy, I've created another one :)

Masterlist #1

TWILIGHT

Jasper Whitlock

Bratty (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Jasper Hale and top male reader (No Smut)

Can We Kill Her? (Male Vamp! Reader)

Summary: Jasper really needs to be given an award for not killing the human, Bella Swan, for encroaching on what's his.

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Edward Cullen

Brooding Edward (Male Reader)

Summary: You don't know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn't like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.

Doing What's Right (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You came to stand as witness to Renesmee's unique nature, even when your history with her father was less than ideal.

PJO

Percy Jackson

Wildflower (Son of Demeter)

REQUEST: Percy Jackson x Son of Demeter headcanons and fanfic.

Daisy (Son of Demeter)

REQUEST: How Percy Jackson and the Son of Demeter began dating/met.

Fountain of Love (Son of Aphrodite)

REQUEST: Percy Jackson x Son of Aphrodite headcanon. Asking out and Dating.

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Jason Grace

He's Taken (Son of Aphrodite)

Summary: Piper has had the biggest crush on Jason...too bad he's already taken and by her sibling, no less.

Sleepy Head (Son of Hypnos)

REQUEST: Headcannon or fic with Jason dating a son of Hypnos.

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Nico di Angelo

Stupid Crush (Son of Poseidon)

Summary: It wasn't just the fact that Nico had to reveal his crush on Percy in front of Cupid, but when your boyfriend, the twin brother of said boy, was also in attendance, Nico's life was destroyed.

Stupid Crush Pt. 2 (Sad Ending)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Klaus Mikaelson

Bet Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

THE HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

It Should've Been Me (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N Evergreen didn't feel like a victor, especially when it cost the life of his sister, Katniss. Forced to wear a smile and continue living life as 'normal', the only person who seems to recognize his brokeness is the boy with the bread, Peeta Mellark.

SLASHERS

Norman Bates

Well Mannered Son (Male Reader)

Summary: The rain didn't stop, causing you to pull over and seek shelter at Bates Motel. The attendant was cute but raised a hell of a lot of red flags. But who said you were the most sane to begin with?

Well Mannered Son Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

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Hannibal Lecter

Handcuffs (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You made Hannibal Lecter fall in love with you, however, that doesn't mean that your cannibal suddenly turns into a normal person. You can't declaw a predator, nor do you want to.

Velvet Ring (Male Reader)

Summary: Before Hannibal Lecter became the Chesapeake Ripper, he was a mute boy sent to an orphanage. There he meets you—a boy who slowly wins his affection. However, nothing good ever lasts.

Velvet Ring Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

Velvet Ring Pt. 3 (Male Reader)

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Ethan Landry

He's Not The Killer (Dom! Male Reader)

REQUEST: Ethan is being accused by Chad of being Ghostface. His boyfriend doesn't like people disrespecting him.

You Belong To Me (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Ethan is obsessed with you. So when you manage to discover he's the masked killer, Ethan sees no other choice than to kidnap you.

My Boy (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Friends think Ethan's stuck in a toxic relationship, unaware that the boy actually encourages it.

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Brahms Heelshire

Clean and Tidy (GN Reader)

Summary: The Heelshire's never posted that nanny ad. After all, you were perfect for the job. Not only were you Brahms's nanny, but you were also the caretaker of the house when the Heelshire's were away.

THE GREAT GATSBY

Jay Gatsby

It's All For You (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You were helping Jay see your cousin Daisy, but, somewhere down the line, you managed to become his anchor to reality.