#norman bates motel

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I absolutely loved well mannered son. I think it was some of your best work. I hope we have a sequel

Well Mannered Son Pt. 2 (Norman Bates x M! Reader)

Thanks for the sweet words. I initially wanted it to just be a stand-alone, but then I thought about it and wanted to show more of Norman's psycho side.

link to part one

After that kiss, Norman's world spiraled into a hazy blur, where nothing seemed real except the lingering warmth of your lips against his own. He clung to that memory, obsessively replaying it like a film loop in his mind—the taste of you, the heat of your breath, the way your hands had pulled him in as though you couldn’t bear to let him go. The vacancy sign outside flickered through the rain-streaked window, casting dim shadows that danced across the motel room. The storm was relentless, drumming steadily against the roof, keeping others at bay while he indulged in the fantasy of what could be.

But then, the loud chime of the door’s bell shattered his dreamlike state, snapping him back to reality. His heart clenched when he heard your voice mingling with another, lighter and sickeningly sweet. His eyes darted outside, narrowing when he saw you speaking to a woman. Marion, she had said her name was. Pretty, young, with a smile that shone through the rain as she leaned in just a little too close.

Norman’s jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the windowsill. The way she stood there, flirting with you so brazenly… and you didn’t push her away. You didn’t tell her you were his. No, instead, you just stood there and let her laugh, let her touch your arm like she had any right to. It was maddening. If you had kissed him, it had to mean something, didn’t it? That you loved him? That you wanted him? There was no other explanation.

"Look at her, Norman," Mother's voice slithered through his thoughts, dripping with scorn. "She's trying to steal him away. She thinks she can take what's yours. Are you just going to stand there and let it happen?"

For once, her words felt like a welcome comfort, wrapping around his mind like a cocoon. She was right. He wasn’t going to let some cheap little nobody take you away from him. You were his. It was fate. And fate wouldn’t be denied—not by some worthless girl who had wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time.

"There’s only one way to deal with a trespasser, Norman," Mother whispered, her tone laced with dark approval. "Make sure she never touches what’s yours again." The thought was a sudden, visceral rush, adrenaline coursing through him as he grabbed the knife.

When the deed was done, Marion’s lifeless eyes stared back at him from the blood-soaked bathroom floor. Her face was a grotesque mask of shock, a silent accusation that no longer held any power. Norman stood over her, breathing heavily, the metallic tang of blood filling the air, but instead of the usual horror that followed these moments, there was only calm. Satisfaction. A perverse kind of pride in knowing that he had protected what was his. She would never come between you again. No one would.

When you appeared in the doorway, Norman’s heart lurched. There you were, the object of his every fevered thought, every restless night. Your gaze swept over the scene, taking in the gore with a calm that seemed to resonate through the air. There was no revulsion in your eyes, no fear—just a faint glimmer of amusement, a dark fondness as you stepped closer, your boots leaving faint, bloody prints on the tile.

"You really didn’t like her, did you?" Your voice was low, a teasing growl that sent a shudder down Norman’s spine. You reached out, your hand curling around his jaw, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. Your touch was firm, commanding, making his breath hitch.

"I—I couldn’t let her take you," Norman stammered, his wide eyes glistening with a frantic devotion that bordered on madness. He leaned into your touch like a starving man who had finally found his sustenance. "You're mine…I…I know you feel it too. You have to…You wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t love me."

Your chuckle was dark, vibrating against his skin as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "I never said I didn’t like it, Norman," you murmured, your voice dripping with amusement. "It’s adorable, really, how far you'd go just to keep me."

Norman’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating as your words washed over him like a caress. Your approval was intoxicating, making his pulse race and his limbs tremble with a strange mixture of fear and desire. The knife slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor as you pulled him closer, crashing your lips into his with a raw, possessive intensity that made his head spin.

"I’m not going anywhere," you whispered against his mouth, your fingers threading through his hair and tightening just enough to make him gasp. "But know that I also will kill whoever thinks they can steal you away from me."

[lapislarson]

Norman: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Ghostface: Not if they consent to it.

Michael Myers: Depends on who you stab.

Y/N: YES?!?

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PSYCHO (1960) Dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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everything i ever did, i did it all for you.

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This is the same picture I’m crying real tears

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Motel , (1/1)

Norman was only ever my colleague starting to work in the bates motel with him ever since i lost my job, i always found him to be a sweet guy, he always made my day even if he was strange.

Y/n’s eyes roamed over the motel and it’s lobby. “Shift today,” she mumbled to herself, “Y/n?” I heard Norman, i turned around and smiled at the male. “Good morning Norman.” I politely greeted, he smiled back just as, “We have the same duty for today.”

I looked up at Norman, nodding at the dark haired man, wrapping my apron around me when we made it downstairs. “It’s fun making coffee for a bunch of people, hopefully i don’t burn my hand.” I chuckled softly, easing any unwanted awkward tension between us both.

I recalled the day i first met Norman before when he let me into the motel being in the shivering cold, only to end up working here with Norman ever since.

“You know - i ran the motel alone for a long while..” Norman spoke, it made you feel a bit bad. No one liked being lonely after all. “Why? Is it because it’s a bit far from town or..?” “No not - that.” He muttered, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he thought, “You know i just really wnjoy your company.” I felt a bit shy as he stated, i tucked my bangs behind my ears. “You do?” Y/n spoke.

He nodded softly, confirming her and his words reassuring. He looked down, he felt embarassed. But he’d wanted to confess to her. Badly, but he never had a chance to do that. Ever. Not with how much stayers here or visitors flirted with her all the time made his blood boil, it took out alot from him not to attack them afterwards. But she’d only think he was a monster, and he loved y/n. He didn’t her to be scared of him. No, they were supposed to be in love.

It was how it worked in his own mind,”Hey,” One of the people who stayed here showed up to the counter. By then orders began to fill up both Norman and Y/n,

He was so absent minded he bumped into another person, “i’m so sorry -“ “What the fuck is your problem?!” The man groaned loudly, clearly impolite.

The curse had alot turn to stare, y/n staring herself. “What’s going on here?” She placed down the tray and walked over to be beside Norman. “What the hell is your problem, you’re really impolite.” Y/n quipped quickly, stepping up to the rude man. “It isn’t my fault for this loser not watching where he’s going bitch-“

The man exclaimed. His hand tightening around her wrist, her eyes grew frantic. Norman clenched his fists in anger, “Let her go.” The man turned around, Norman reached into his pocket slowly, his hand shook. He couldn’t do this. Not infront of her

“What are you going to do about it then, boy?” The man bellowed twice, making norman’s anger rise more, your wrist was red from the man’s harsh grip. Norman pulled you over to him, the man leaving the place angrily,

“Y/n..” Norman mumbled quietly, looking at her. Seeing her slight tear in her eye, “I’m sorry. I can close up the Motel for today,” She looked up at him, anxiety was built up in her. She held herself, “It’s okay norm, really.” She mumbled her own nickname for her male co-worker,

He walked over back to her room though,”Y/n?” He called out for her quietly in midst of the night.

“Norman?” She opened the door, looking at him. Rubbing her eyes, “What’s wrong?” “I closed up the motel for a few days, i wanted us to rest and- i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me tomorrow so we could have like a picnic, to makeup for today?”

It made her confused why he ever wanted to makeup, it was that dick’s fault. Not his, she smiled though. “That’s fine.”

It neared her bedtime though, Norman studied y/n ever since the day she got here. He knew the dainty female was the only one genuinely ever kind with him, but his obsession with her grew by day since she was here, it was beyond him whenever she explained to him how much guys dumped her all the time when she had the beauty of a model to him in his eyes and perspective with gentleness of a feather she was his own angel. His own nickname for her, Angel.

But he still had something to be taken care of before he would go out with her, making his way upstairs, he hidden what was in his pocket, not yet out. Not yet, his face wiped off any emotions. With the key to all the rooms, he picked the door open. His eyes landing onto the disgusting man who hurt his y/n.

Of course, he would always murder someone; the body gets found. No one ever suspected him, he knew this was probably going to cause a smell like all the time due to the rotting corpse.

Making his way near the bed. The man woke up with a loud ear piercing scream that shook the walls of the room. It was too late, blood oozed out of the man’s neck, coming out the mouth, “You hurt her,” Norman gritted out, his knife jabbing into the man’s stomach. Making him choke on his own blood, “You HURT her!” The knife twisted into the stomach, reaching the insides, Norman twisted the knife even further and left a big gash. For a list time the knife lodged into the man’s cut open stomach, Norman shoved the knife back into his back pocket, clicking his tongue at the dead man across him.

He made his way back downstairs anyways, his eyes widening and his form freezing halfway when he spotted Y/n walking alone down to her room after presumably getting herself some water, he ran back into his own room, disposing the murder weapon and clothes before getting into the shower, shaking, he saw his hands. The adrenaline in him was calming slowly, the events of today,

“Norman?” I mumbled, opening my eyes to spot his all too familiar figure by the door holding something behind his back, “Y/n.” He completely forgotten about the picnic anyways, he only wanted to be with her. “Why are you here so early- i..?” Norman only got closer to the bed.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” He glowered a bit, “It’s just about um - well.” The irritating sound of a phone ring pierced both you and him. It was your sister.

“I’m so sorry - i’ll talk to you in the lobby in a second. - hello?” You held the phone up to your ear, unaware of the disappointed Norman.

“It’s been a while y/n, where are you though? I miss you sis.” It was always her own way of talking, i smiled, “I’m at the motel,” “Oh, don’t tell me that shady one too?”

I clicked my tongue softly and grinned. “No, it’s not shady it’s the bates motel.” But she didn’t take it serious, “Is it that boy with the mommy issues, the crazy guy? Or is he your boyfriend?” She mocked.

Her nature had always been a bit hotheaded, unlike you. “He’s a really nice guy, rachel, really!” “Yadda yadda-“ She disnissed. “Mom and dad aren’t here i thought it’s fun i’d stay somewhere before my trip honestly. To that motel, i wanna see you.” The night was going to be a long one, and you didn’t assume Norman thought bad about it, “Norman?” I tapped his shoulder as he put something away. “Y/n?” He uttered, “What’s happened?”

“My sister had been wanting to stay here a bit,” Norman’s face dropped a bit, “I just had hoped you hadn’t mind her coming here. Is it okay?” He nodded hesitantly yet hid it. “I’m fine-“ “Y/n!” Rachel gasped. Hugging you and dropped her luggage all over the floor she startled the Female.

Norman was far from happy. He picked up the dropped luggage, seeing your attention shifting to your sister as you hugged her back and all, he frowned.

“Is this him?” She spoke, looking the dark haired male up and down, “It’s just Norman.” He retorted back, but she had only rolled her eyes. “Sure, do i have a room yet?” “Yeah it’s this way.” Y/n led her kin to the bedroom, soft with her movements.

Norman’s blood boiled every day, every minute it could be exagerated to every second he saw this girl with his y/n. Y/n didn’t have her attention on him anymore because of that impolite incel. And he hated it,

So he waited and waited, waiting. It was only a matter of time before he gripped the same weapon he always used, the pocket knife. “Where’s y/n?” She asked him. Texting someone on her phone, Norman frustradedly tightened his grip on the knife, “It’s all your fault.” And she turned, “What?..” “it’s all because of you!” He raised his voice, hand clenching into a tight fist. “You took her! You stole y/n away from me!” His knife landed into her shoulder, holding her down when she screamed, “I’ll make you pay for this” he grunted. Knife detaching from the shoulder, landing fatally straight into the jugular. Her eyes went wide, blood poured out immensely out the neck after the knife was dragged, screams no longer leaving the lifeless body at all, but this was enough.

But it was wrong, very wrong of him. “Here’s the coffee y/n.” She smiled up at him, sipping it out of the cup quietly, eyes on the counter, feeling a bit weird, “Norman..” Her legs began to numb.

He had the face of a guilty kid, “I’m sorry y/n.” Dread filled her expression, legs aching like hell. Eyes drooping, he drugged her.

Y/n pushed herself up against the railing but fell infront of the door, eyes watering. She cried meekly, hands reaching and tugging against the doorknob, But Norman dangled the keys. She squealed quietly when he flipped her on her back, she saw stars. Not believing Norman would do this, her stomach dropped. Heart sinking, she rested her head against the wooden floor in tears, giving up.

“Shh..” His hand reached into his back pocket. Drugging her yet again, the rag covering her nose, blocking her from inhaling anything but the chloroform. He saw her chubby cheeks, wet with tears.

“It’ll all be okay y/n. I need you with ms.” He broke, “Your mine. Y/n-i can’t let you go..”

“I won’t ever let you go.” He whispered.

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PSYCHO (1960) dir. by Alfred Hitchcock

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Can you write something for Norman Bates when his S/O brings a kitten home?

Norman When Reader Brings Home a Kitten

Norman Bates x Reader

A/N: I wrote this similar to how I wrote the HC's for the other Slashers!

Finding a lonely stray kitten only left you with one option

You had to take it home

And truth be told if Norman was in your shoes, he would have done the same thing

He is definitely more of a cat person

And there is no way he could have left the baby to fend for itself

So when you came home with the fluff ball, Norman melted

He immediately runs the water and gets a warm bath ready

Is so gentle wiping away the dirt from it's fur

He holds the kitten to his chest while it's bundled in the towel for a good 30 minutes

Goes out and buys food and toys the very next day

Also gets a collar for the kitten to grow in to

Probably buys some old sheets to put over the furniture since he doesn't want them to get all furry (mother would be upset)

Is honestly a bit allergic but refuses to do anything about it

"It's worth it, dear"

Lets the kitten sleep on his chest at night

It's favorite spot to be is up on the counter napping while Norman works

He definitely wants you all to take pictures to put up around the house like a little family

Is honestly just so happy to have you and the kitten in his life

He doesn't feel so lonely anymore

[loving-family-poll]

Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 2

Norma and Norman Bates sculpture by artist "Rainman," titled Murderer

Propaganda under the cut:

Norma/Norman:

The weirdest, most charming mother/son duo ever. Bates Motel took an interesting story and turned it into something greater, exploring Norma and Norman's relationship with sincere sympathy. Their love for each other is beautiful, but destructive; their intimacy was born out of necessity and shared pain; the world won't leave them alone. It's awful to witness. It's beautiful and heartbreaking.

i mean COME ON. Norma is constantly upset that Norman expresses interest in other women. She hid her husband from Norman because she knew Norman would throw a hissy fit over them being together (which he did)

He tried to commit murder-suicide so they could die together and when he survived he taxidermied her corpse so they could be together forever

Norman “It’s like there’s a cord between us” x Norma “Honey that’s - that’s from Jane Eyre” are everything to me. I’m barely scratching the surface in doing justice to their insanity. They mean everything to each other and I love their fucked-up codependency so dearly.

After he killed her he couldn't live without her so literally absorbed her personality and started wearing her clothes and speaking for her and carrying her corpse around and when a woman he was attracted to showed up at the hotel he killed her as his mother bc of his mother's jealousy??

Gerard/Mikey:

Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times

Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️

Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?

Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something

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Olivia Cooke as Emma Decody in 'Bates Motel'

I love Emma 🥹😭