#norman bates headcanon

[amomentsescape]

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

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

First Meetings + Touches With The Slashers

How you meet and how your first touch goes

Headcanons

Sfw, fluff, some angst, slashers learning how love works and sort of failing</3, GN reader

Includes: Martin Mathias, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers (RZ), Norman Bates, Kurt Kunkle

💉Martin Mathias

It was.. awkward.

you were spinning slowly on the roundabout thing at the park with Martin

it was late at night, pitch black out, and you guys were just existing together, talking only every now and then

youve done this since martin moved into town

you guys met when he delivered a package to your house and when you came to put it away for your mother you instantly wanted to know this kid

he looked around your age and you think he felt the same

so you guys just became friends and sat in the silence of the other like this often

you did most of the talking as Martin just watched silently, only chiming in every once in a while when something really caught his interest

at some point deep into a comfortably one sided conversation, your hand slid slightly and gently rested on his

you didnt notice, but oh god he did

he just stared at your hands and shifted uncomfortably but not in a disgusted or hateful way, more like a cautious and unsure way

it took a moment before you looked over and realized and you moved your hand back almost immediately

he just stared at you with those puppy eyes, mouth slightly open showing the tips of his front teeth (cute stuff yknow?)

You apologized but he just,,, stared. scanned you. observed you.

it took a moment before anyone spoke, and shockingly, it was him

"Its ok. your hands are warm.. s'okay. I promise." and he said it so soft and in that awkwardly boyish manner that he has

that made you smile gently, easing the tension, putting your hand back in its spot comfortably

it was a peaceful night and an even more peaceful comfort between you two

🗝Brahms Heelshire

the actual first time he touched you wasnt even when you were awake

that wall freak snuck into your room when you were asleep and petted you basically

but the first time when you were awake was when he decided it was finally time

he just couldnt wait to reveal himself any longer, he would go insane if he had to watch his goodnight kisses be wasted on some hollow porcelain again and again

he tried to be gentle, soft, tried not to scare you

of course you were damn near terrified to death

a tall and strangely muscular man just lumbered out of the wall, the very same walls youve spent months in between, months living with, and yet never once did you think they were a living space themselves

it took you time before you could calm down, painfully long before you even let brahms take a step closer to you

but when you let him, he was overjoyed

he gently grabbed you and nearly swallowed you with his arms, taking a very obvious and harsh sniff of your hair

that was the first of many lingering hugs and touches so you should probably adjust to this new life soon- for your own sanity

🔪RZ Michael Myers

oh, and make a new list of rules

you werent supposed to be there, actually

there was a halloween party going on at the myers house (and it wasnt even a good one smh)

you didnt want to go but your friends didnt want to walk alone (and they definitely needed a chaperone to walk them home)

so you walked them there, dropped them off, and gave them a time when youd be back to wrangle them (also chastising them for disrespecting the house and the myers family so horribly)

you had a nice evening to yourself, 0 worries, watching some slasher films alone (house of wax, wolf creek, house of 1000 corpses, yknow the good stuff)

time to get your friends unfortunately *sigh*

you turn off the tv and make your way to the myers house

there are.. a lot.. A LOT.. of police

in a panic you sprinted through every shortcut possible to make it there

one of those shortcuts was through bushes and in between neighboring houses fences

thats where you bumped into him

you looked up and froze, fear paralysis, staring at the blood splattered ghost white face- no- mask

from your end, you were sure you were gonna die

from michaels end, he didnt know what to do with you

he saw you ramble on about how these dumb drunks should just let the myers family rest and they were disrespecting them and blahblahblah

because of that he wasnt going to kill you

but here you guys are, body pressed on body, between bushes and fences, staring at eachother

he made the first move and you flinched and blocked your head with your arms instinctively

he didnt do anything, just left you there to collapse into a ball of fear and confusion

anyways he had to contemplate why he liked the warmth of your body against his so much (and why its been in his mind for weeks after the incident)

oh also ur friends are dead :p

🛎Norman Bates

you were just a normal guest

just passing through but it got late and it isnt safe to drive when youre so sleepy

so you pulled into the nearest motel you could find and low and behold its the bates motel!

you got your stuff and checked in

you just assumed norman was this shaky and nervous around everyone

norman knows hes not. at least not to the degree that you made him

god the moment he layed his little puppy dog eyes on you he was in shambles

you are the definition of what he desires

mothers pissed!

he helped you bring your stuff to your room and you guys talked about anything and everything

he invited you to eat dinner with him after you mentioned you hadnt eaten

you unfortunately refused because your exhausted tanked your hunger by a long shot

as he was going to leave you touched his arm gently, a friendly touch

you thanked him and he shakily gave a thank you back for choosing his motel and being so kind and being so gentle and for being so- he should really get going now before he rambles too much and loses his dignity, shouldnt he?

you laughed softly at his behavior and gave him a kind goodnight before closing the door and readying yourself to sleep

norman basically booked it back to his house

mother had an earful for him but he was so dazed and stupid from the things he was feeling for you

the absence of your warm fingertips on his arm made him crazy, he wanted longer touches and he wanted to feel that warmth endlessly

he was very adamant you stay in the bates motel again soon when you checked out the next morning (much to mothers dismay)

📱Kurt Kunkle

he was your spree driver (so unexpected ikr)

you got into his car when he pulled up and happily greeted him

he liked your kindness, he likes not awful people a ton

was real awkward with you but you didnt seem to mind (you were also a little awkward so it was like a mutual thing)

you asked him about the cameras and he told you it was for some webseries about safety as a driver or something (he said it very strangely so you kinda didnt trust him)

you leaned forward to talk with him more and you guys really hit it off

he thought you were cool, you thought he was a total weirdo

perfect match

the drive was painfully short though so you had to leave soon after you got in

when you got out you knocked on his window and complimented his service

you also gave him your number and he gladly took it

after exchanging numbers you placed your hand on his shoulder while thanking him

he went RED and stuttered out a 'your welcome' and also rambled about how hed love to drive you more often and stuff

after you left dude had to take a BREATHER

he wants you back in his car NEOW

rides the high that your touch gave him for the rest of the day (even a little bit the next day too)

[vikkirosko]

Hi, I was wondering, if your requests are open and this was ok with you. Can I ask for, what would it be like for Slasher characters Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, Chucky, Stu Macher, and Billy Loomis were dating female s/o that was like Esther from the movie Orphan. How would they feel about having a dwarf girlfriend that was a killer? What would the relationship be like? I hope I didn't overdo this request. If you're not interested in doing this delete this.😁✌🔪

So. Regarding the characters. Until recently, I didn't know who Norman Bates was, and I didn't plan to write about him. However, now I have watched the first movie, I plan to watch the rest and the Bates Motel series (as it turned out, an actor who I like plays there). I liked Norman and I plan to write about him not only this request, but also something else. However, I can't say that about Chucky. I am not interested in this character at the moment and therefore the part with him is missing here

Headcanons Orphan

🔪 Michael Myers x fem!Reader 🎃

You and Michael met at the sanitarium. He didn't think much of you at first. You were brought there when he was a teenager and he didn't pay attention to a girl younger than him. Other people didn't interest him much, and he rarely paid attention to them, including you, until one day he saw you with blood on your hands. You killed an orderly who often mocked you and you clearly did not regret what you had done

He overheard the doctors discussing you and was genuinely surprised when he found out that you were a couple of years older than Michael. Because of a congenital disease, you stopped growing and looked so young and you took advantage of it. It intrigued him and pretty soon you started noticing that he was looking at you. He saw that you did not give up trying to escape and used a variety of methods for this

You ran away a few months before him and he doubted that you would ever meet, but he was wrong. When he snuck into one of the houses and killed a married couple who lived there, he heard your voice. When he turned around, he saw you with discontent on your face. Even though you didn't know about it, he was pleased that you met again. You were deprived of a foster family in which you planned to stay longer, so you decided to go with Michael and, if possible, get as much benefit as possible. Next to him, you were sure that you were safe

It was difficult to characterize the relationship between you in any way. Both of you didn't have a proper understanding of romantic relationships, but you stayed close and protected each other. You were physically weaker than Michael, but no one expected you to attack them and you took advantage of it. You were the perfect murderous duo and you were both sure that it wasn't the only thing that could connect you

🪓 Jason Voorhees x fem!Reader 🏕

When Jason first saw you, he was surprised. He thought you were a kid who got lost and ended up in an abandoned camp, but your clothes were different from the usual ones. It was more like a hospital gown. He came closer while you were hiding in one of the cabins, and only then was he convinced that it really was a hospital shirt and saw that there was blood on you, although he doubted that you were injured. When he saw a crashed psychiatric clinic car and several dead orderlies in the woods, he realized what had happened to you

He came to you the same night and was surprised when you were not sleeping but sitting holding a scalpel in your hands. You were ready to defend yourself, even though Jason was much bigger. However, he didn't feel any negativity towards you. Jason raised his hands to show that he wasn't going to hurt you. Only after that did you calm down a little. He even treated you to dried meat and brought you clothes from the bag of one of the tourists he killed. It was only when you cleaned yourself up that you quietly thanked him and told him about your name, that you were supposed to be transferred to another psychiatric clinic, and also that you and Jason were the same age, but you looked younger and were much shorter due to a congenital disease

You stayed to live in one of the huts and Jason often came to you. He cared about you and he was sure his mom would approve of it. When there were new tourists who decided to relax by the lake, Jason saw how you killed several of them at night. One of them, a big guy, tried to grab you, but Jason wouldn't let him do it, killing him. You weren't afraid of killing, you were a murderer yourself, and as a sign of gratitude for your help, you kissed Jason on the cheek, which caused him to blush on his cheeks

Jason often stayed by your side. He would put you on his shoulder without any problems and carry you with him. You killed people together, even though you were motivated by different motives. There was a warm relationship between you. You took care of each other and helped each other. Apart from each other, you had no one and your life in the forest suited you both

👻 Billy Loomis x fem!Reader 📞

You and Billy knew each other because of his father. He was friends with a married couple who adopted you and at first he was sure that you were just an orphan girl with oddities. He was sure of it until your foster father was killed. Everyone claimed it was the same killer who was operating in their city, but Billy knew it wasn't him, because neither he nor Stu did it. That's when he started to get suspicious about you

His theory was confirmed when he snuck into the house where you and your foster mother stayed to live. He intended to just watch and maybe find out more about you, but he saw how you stabbed your foster mother. You grumbled obscenities and even cut yourself on purpose to deflect suspicion from yourself. Billy couldn't help but chuckle and you quickly turned to him. You understood that he saw everything and he understood that you were not who you seemed, so he set you a condition. He won't reveal your secret if you honestly tell him who you are

He listened to your story with genuine surprise. You turned out to be a couple of years older than him, and you spent several years of your life in a psychiatric clinic. Because of your congenital disease, you looked younger than your age and took advantage of it. Billy was intrigued by you. Looking at you, smeared in someone else's blood, who shamelessly deceived and killed, he realized that he could not let you go so easily. Especially considering that you also weren't going to let go of the person who found out your secret

His father temporarily took you under his care, and Billy, in front of others, played the role of a caring older brother who sincerely empathized with your loss. However, in fact, he let you get very close to him. You quickly guessed who exactly he was and now you had a common secret. You were both murderers and this secret seemed to bring you closer together

👻 Stu Macher x fem!Reader 🔫

You and Stu have known each other since your first day in town. You were adopted by a couple who were friends with his parents. He heard that they couldn't have their own children, so you became an important family member for them. Several times they came to their house for dinner and Stu tried to communicate with you many times. He was amused to watch you, a girl who behaved not like a child, but like an adult. It seemed funny to him. When your foster parents needed to leave town, they asked Stu's parents to look after you. However, he found out about it only at night, when he returned home covered in blood, confident that everyone was asleep

He climbed into his room through the window and planned to go to the bathroom, but in the hallway he bumped into you. You looked at him with absolute calm, as if there was blood on him. However, he caught sight of a scar. There was a scar on your neck, as if from some kind of belt, usually it was hidden by the collar of your dress, but now you, apparently, did not expect to run into someone. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm and dragged him into his room. Despite your calm expression, he noticed a mocking twinkle in your eyes

He expected to hear words of concern, but instead he heard discontent that if he really decided to play the killer, he should at least come home clean and not attract too much attention. Stu was surprised by this, and also by the fact that according to you, you had much more experience in this than he did. During your late-night conversation, he found out that everything he knew about you was a lie, your name, your age and your story. You were a few years older than him, you spent part of your life in a psychiatric clinic and you kill people. You didn't hide that you were planning to kill your foster parents, but now you had a more interesting task. You wanted to see if you could make a real serial killer out of Stu, since he's already started killing people

Stu didn't tell Billy about you, realizing that he could be against it or use you in his plan. When you and Stu were alone, you didn't hide your true identity and he liked you much more like that. He hoped that he could get to know you even better and when his and Billy's plan came to life, you could become a part of their company and his life

🔑 Norman Bates x fem!Reader 🔪

You met Norman when you and your foster mother arrived at the motel. You looked like a young girl in a dress with a high collar and long sleeves. Your mother checked you in and Norman had a little chat with her. She did not hide from him that you are her adopted daughter and that you plan to move to the nearest city after her husband disappeared. Norman was smiling at you in a friendly way, but your face remained calm. He assumed that the reason for this was an emotional shock. Your foster mother rented two rooms, one for herself and one for you

You were quiet and didn't cause any problems, unlike your mother. Norman's mother was angry and she didn't like her, so she got rid of her. When Norman regained consciousness, he hurried to hide the traces of blood and figure out how to explain to you that your mother had abandoned you, as he heard your calm voice. You told him that you were grateful that he helped you. Turning around, he saw you, with a slight smile on his lips. You went up to him and kissed him on the cheek as a sign of gratitude and calmly began to help him get rid of you by your foster mother, as if her death had absolutely no meaning for you

When he asked you how you could stay so calm, you told him that you originally planned to kill her, just like you killed her husband, and a large number of people before them. You told him that you were about the same age as him, that you looked so young because of your illness and that you spent a long time in a bad place where they hurt you, claiming that they wanted to cure you. He understood what place you were talking about. He was surprised that you were the same age as him, but looking at you, looking at you and knowing that you were being harmed, he wanted to protect you. He suggested that you stay at the motel at least for a while, mentally deciding to try to convince his mother to let you stay with them as long as possible

Despite the fact that you looked quite young, you really were an adult woman. Pretty quickly, for the rare visitors to the motel, you were his little sister, a sweet girl who helped him look after the motel and your sick mother. However, in fact, you were much closer to him. You were the only woman his mother was willing to accept and who was willing to accept him and his mother. Maybe you've finally found the family that really would finally be yours

[adalwolfgang]

May I ask for headcannons of slashers (mostly Norman, Lester, and Nubbins) with a S/O who has a stutter?

Slashers with a s/o who stutters

Warnings: none I could really spot except fluff?

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)

Norman Bates 7/10

He won’t judge you for it. Mainly he judges himself, assuming you can’t talk comfortably around him but that’s why communication is a good thing when it a relationship right? Just remind him that it’s not exactly his fault and that you overall cannot help but to stutter or scramble your speech.

Lester Sinclair 8.7/10

He’ll tease you a lil’ bit but not a whole lot, especially if it makes you uncomfortable or you just don’t like his teasing. In some moments he might get frustrated when he can’t understand you and what you’re trying to say, but it’s the same with with his gibberish. If he ever does (rarely) snap at you, he quickly apologizes. He might even try and help you stutter less if possible.

Nubbins Sawyer 6.7/10

Again like the others, he doesn’t really care. Hell, sometimes he stutters too! Only thing “worse” about him is his teasing. Unlike Lester, his teasing won’t stop. He’ll tease the hell out of you for it. If you bark back, teasing about his stutter, he’ll just laugh along with you. (Internally he is embarrassed)

[tinfairies]

how do you think norman bates would react to a new lover wanting to be the dom in the bedroom??

Norman Bates with a Dominant Lover

Definitely taken by surprise a bit.

He's not necessarily against it, but it's just not what he's used to.

Norm will need to be taught how to handle being submissive in the bedroom.

Go slow, praise him. Start soft, then slowly introduce him to harder things

Eventually you'll be able to peg him. He loves it.

Begging and moaning, he wants more even though the strap is fully inside him.

His ass is so soft, get him on his hands and knees and grope the plush as you pound into him.

So whiney.

Give him soft kisses when you ride him, but keep a firm grip on his shoulders. A reminder of who's in charge.

Make him look at you while he thrusts into your cunt. Hold him by his jaw and tell him how to fuck you

He's such a good boy, he'll do anything you say

It'll take him a while to get comfortable with restraints, or any kind of impact play. He's worried it'll send him into a frenzy and doesn't want to hurt you.

[tinyowlet]

[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 💕

[applesontheground]

I saw that your request are open and wanted to ask for some headcanons of slashers like Bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt and Michael myers if their Lover or S/O was a Dancer (Ballerina,etc). It's ok if you don't wanna write about that!

hello, anon! i've actually wanted to write something with a ballerina/dancer s/o, so allow me to indulge ya! thank you for being so polite. although i don't write for michael myers, i'd love to include bubba and thomas along with a couple other slashers i think would adore a dancing s/o. i've even included my slasher OC if that's alright, because like i said, he'd love it! ☆

headcanons - Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Leslie Vernon, Norman Bates, & Tad Kennedy w/ a Dancer S/O

Bubba Sawyer

Self expression is everything to him, so when he sees you expressing something deep inside through a fluid movement or bold spin on your toes...he's intrigued. He's making his brothers watch, too, if you're not shy to that. He's stopping everything to set the stage for you.

He wouldn't be able to stop watching you do your thing, and after learning you're a dancer, everything you do feels so much more elegant in his eyes.

With a little encouragement, he'd definitely learn to dance with you too. He's somewhat familiar with the standard line dancing, so the amalgamation of that and your own style would become a special bonding activity. Something so utterly him and utterly you.

Thomas Hewitt

In a "career" that's messy and a world that's often loud and hectic, seeing you take a second to do something so lighthearted would catch Tommy off guard. He'll merely watch, jaw half open and hands unable to keep steadfast to working as you show off that you are capable of such a delicate, almost joyful routine or movement.

Whether you're interested in the music, the dance, or the costume design of your favorite type of dance, he'd always be listening to you talk about it and bringing things to your attention that he thinks is relevant.

If passerbys who come through the Hewitts are also dancers, he'd find a way to get you to meet (at arm's distance, of course). If it means he can see you light up before the family does what they do to people who fall into an unfortunate strike of luck of crossing the farm, it's like a break in the clouds to see a brief moment of you being happy.

Leslie Vernon

You're in good company with a man of many talents himself! Even if it's just a hobby, he would be very curious to see how quick you can hop to the balls of your feet, or break out a dance move that's more than something you learn to idly do at a party.

A bit of a gymnast himself, Leslie would probably see it in other ways. If you have more toned leg muscles, a passing knowledge of certain ballets/stage performances, etc., he'd tune in and start figuring out why that's so.

You might find after a little while that his movements when doing his own work would start to become a little more fluid itself. The interest and excitement rubs off easily on him, and if you're a graceful swan in your craft...he can't help but to adopt a ghost of that, too.

Norman Bates

The most thoughtful observer. If you need someone to make sure your moves are clean, he'd gladly observe and give his best critique (which would be 95% fawning and compliments, but he's doing his best to be good audience).

He'll never interrupt, and be very defensive over others interrupting you when you're dancing or even mentioning it.

He'd also get very interested in the music that you like to dance to, often playing it if he hears it on the radio and asking for your opinions on which songs make you the most light on your feet.

Also: lots of finding that the two of you suddenly own that ballet/album on vinyl, but it's more of an open secret that doesn't get more than a pointed glance from you and a sheepish glance in return from him. "Mother's always had that record, I don't know why you're so suspect."

While not a dancer himself, he gains security from dancing with you. Take his hand, and he'll follow your lead albeit a bit shyly, but find a way to love it as he loves you.

Tad Kennedy ⚡

Oh, baby!

He loves to dance as is, and while it's more for his stage performances, when he feels the groove he's gonna be right there with you. Even if you're just idly swaying while cooking or doing something unrelated, he'd be behind you swaying in the same rhythm.

Nothing makes him happier than seeing you work on your craft, and the delicate nature of some ballet would make him soft for sure.

If you're interested in watching ballet/dancing as well, he'd be keeping an eye out for shows to take you to -- and you best believe he'd be mentioning to every small talker that you also dance.

he would learn how to dance with you the best to his ability. even though he's more of a groovy hip shaker than a ballerina himself, he loves to share the dancefloor with you and can adjust if it means getting to do that.

[horror102]

“You thought they’d actually love a freak like you!?”

TW: Angst, self implied manipulation, stalking, obsession.

(Jacob Goodnight, Gabriel May,

Prompt: They stalked you anonymously and eventually you found out your secret admirer was a killer. How could you possibly love them? Watch as you reject them and they grieve-killing you in the process.

(NOTE- I’m actually starting to love Angst!)

They stalked you, the tried there best to implicate there love anonymously! Poor little thing even tried to court you. But who could possibly love a monster?

At first they tried they were shocked! You were so kind and sweet not a bad bone in your body.

You’d give out huge candy bars to trick-or-treaters, you’d give compliments to people on a little stroll.

You’d defend people like them, and all of that made you perfect.

Jacob Goodnight

He wasn’t used to this, he was never used to healthy “love” So when he fell for his Nurse in the Asylum he hid not one bit of it.

If he was good enough to get something he would ask for thornless flowers just to give them to you.

He’d color silly little paintings.

He’d watch you, sneaking out of his compartment was hard since he was seven-foot but you made it worth every bit of it.

When you were on your long “mental health” break he broke out. Watching you in your home.

Watching you cook breakfast, make your bed, tilt your head in confusion as food went missing.

Grow anxious at the rattling in your backyard. But poor you, you didn’t know he would never hurt you. He was there to take control protect you

He’d make your husband die, from a fall off a bridge. But it was just a little coincidence he happened to die the same exact day Jacob appeared in your living room.

A bloody male ring on his finger, almost torn in half by the girth of his own.

Confusion written all over his delusional face when you screamed and threatened to call the cops.

But you told him in the asylum you would always be there if he needed help? Maybe you were a little startled! That’s fine.

Why does he hear sirens? They couldn’t be for him. He’d never hurt you and you know that! Don’t you?

Why were they telling him to put his hands up? If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have to had slaughter all those men!

Wait, what did you just call him? “A monster?” Did you just say “freak!”?

Why’d you hit him, you didn’t have to throw a knife. Why hurt his feelings. He was just a little hungry.

When he confessed his love, while you were hitting him as he blocked it. You laughed. Was it so funny you were confused at first? He thought that too.

“Why would I ever love a freak like you!?” What? Why would you say that? That’s what mama always said.

Why are you saying such hurtful things? Why are you hurting me, someone who’s giving you there all? Why are you cursing? Why are you sinning!?

No, no, no, no, he can see the sin. He has to get rid of the sin, just wipe you clean, you’ll forgive him for this right?

Just like mama, he slaughtered the sin from your pure soul.

Sitting crisscrossed he cradled your body, crying. Digging your sinful eyes from your skull.

“Just like mama.” He cried.

Why would you make him do this?!

You shouldn’t have called him a sinner, you shouldn’t have called him sick, you shouldn’t have called him evil!

Was he too full of sin?

He sees the sin. And he is full of it.

Gabriel May

You were the only nurse he disagreed on decapitating Gabriel, he thought it was because you cared for him, because you held your own moral.

But oh how wrong he was, he was perfect to test, to torture and see what he could do, that’s all you had going through your mind.

But he thought you understood him, you didn’t see him as a parasite but oh how he was wrong.

As soon as he awoke, his mind thrashed wondering where you were, how you were, and who you were with.

He ran to the old hospital or asylum capture he was in, and scattered through the documents until he saw your picture a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

Immediately he stalked you, wondering how to approach. How to introduce himself, creating a hypothesis on how you’d react.

Finally he caught himself and went. It was dark, and the rain was pouring hard. He had no control over the lights flickering in his presence.

A stubble knock on the door was what he decided to do, hiding behind a bush as he watched you grab his letter.

He heard you read it out loud, oh how precious your voice was.

“Doctor (___) you have never treated me as a parasite and for that, I honor you- Gabriel May.”

As soon as you read the message you gasped, thrashing in the room distraught, he was a little annoyed at your reaction. Waiting for you to calm down so he could approach.

He had put a radio on your living room table and as soon as you noticed it, you approached it suspiciously.

Jumping back as you heard his whisper your name.

“Gabriel!”

You gasped, hearing a subtle growl from the speaker. Backing away as your lights started to flicker, your back hitting a feminine chest.

You turned around only to see a past friend, Serena May.

“Serena?”

You wondered your hand going towards her face until her whole body turned around only to reveal the ugly thing.

You ran pushing him down in the process, running towards the stairs.

He didn’t real quick enough, you managed to get to the room where you phone was before he decided to escape through the front door and come back in through the bedroom window.

You heard banging as you called the cops, not knowing where it came from until you heard glass shatter beside you.

He spoke through the phone, hanging up the police call.

“What are you doing!?”

He yelled his voice croaked and crackly.

“Stay away from me, you freak!”

He paused, what did you just call him? Before he could think he acted on impulse, thrashing toward you with a piece of fallen glass from the window.

Grasping your neck as he dug it in, finally grasping the reality of what he done he backed away, not covering the evidence of what he done.

His ugly morphed face drew tears from his deep sunken eyes.

Watching your face retort in terror.

He growled stepping back and admiring in distraught of what he had done.

Closing his eyes so the tears could evaporate and sank back in, jumping out the window and running away.

Wondering, his mind pounding.

Wanted to cry out but he couldn’t speak, and who would comfort a fucking parasite?

Norman Bates

He never told you about his mother, he decided this one will be a secret. This one he’ll throw in a safe and hide the key!

You were his, you were staying in the motel for a week. Young and lost kicked out from your parents.

You were using Norman you were scared he’d eventually find out but day after day he seemed to love you more.

He’d bring you dinner or lunchtime sandwiches, you’d have chats and he’d accidentally slip up about his mother.

You noticed but you knew he didn’t know you did.

He was a fucking weirdo, you’d caught him watching you through a peephole though never mentioned it.

You’d give tiny strip shows and then talk to him about how you hated creeps to make him feel bad.

You thought he was a stupid sweet little idiot.

Not one bad bone In his lanky body.

One late evening, you heard him scream. Not wanting anything to happen to your free rent you jogged to the palace not really caring enough to run full blast.

Knocking on the door and lightening your voice.

“Norman, oh Norman! Are you okay?!”

Immediately you heard light joking down the steps and the ruffling of a jacket.

The door creaked open and Norman appeared with a smile on his face.

“Sorry, mothers getting out of control.”

He told you, you tilted your head because he always thrashed or grew sensitive when you’d ask about his mother.

“Oh, well Norman are you okay?”

You asked, nudging his shoulder in a playful manner, he responded with a nod asking to go on a walk.

“Well if I was your mother I’d get pretty lonely, it’s understandable losing control sometimes.”

He paused and smiled again.

“I think mother would like you.”

I’m glad, I think I’d like mother too.”

His heart started beating fast, you began to stutter too. Almost as if he liked the thought of you meeting “mother”

“Tonight than, if you don’t mind.”

He said

“I would like that Norman, a-lot.”

Now you could live in a castle, god life was going great!

Later that night you got all dressed up, a nice dress with some flat slippers, you made you way up the steps on the exact time Norman told you too. Knocking on the door and on your second knock the door opened on its own.

You walked inside, the house was large in confusing so your first annual thought was to go up the large steps in front of you but first you called.

“Norman? Norman, are you here?”

You heard a thud, and a smile appeared on your face, you walked slowly but steady up the steep steps. Hearing thrashing, behind the door and seeing a woman silhouette

“Ms Bates?”

You heard loud cackling, and with a slam Norman appeared. He walked through the door with a wig, and a nightgown.

He smiled and took your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

You tilted your head, and coughed

“This is nice Norman a funny, but please take off the costume.”

Norman quickly frowned. And In the matter of seconds the lady pushed you down the steps, your body tumbling with a thud and lights shut permanently with the snap of your neck.

Before you died you heard yelling.

“No! Mother, why would you do this!? She just couldn’t understand! Mother no! I loved her. No, no, no!”

He stood there distraught, looking at your body on the floor, ready and sad. Having to clean up another mess, another burden that his mother made. Unbeknownst to him that the woman he “loved” was using him for money

What a fucking fool.

[house-of-slayterr]

Slashers I Headcannon as Autistic:

Norman Bates:

Carrie White:

Asa Emory:

Candyman:

Billy Lenz:

Jason Voorhees:

Micheal Myers:

Leather faces:

The Sinclair’s: Autism/ADHD combo

May:

[amomentsescape]

Norman Bates Masterlist

All Slashers

The Slashers Say I Love You for the First Time

The Slashers' Night Time Routine with Reader

The Slashers with a Feminine Witch & Vampire Hybrid

The Slashers Making Halloween Treats with You (Oct 2023 Prompt)

The Slashers Creating a Personal Carnival for Reader

The Slashers Spend Halloween with Reader

The Slashers Doing Christmas Activities with Reader

The Slashers with Stressed! Reader During Finals Week

The Yandere! Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

The Slashers Reacting to the Death of Reader

The Slashers React to Custom Made T-Shirts

The Slashers React to Reader Ending Up in the Hospital

The Slashers Taking a Bubble Bath with Reader

The Slashers React to Reader Getting Pregnant

The Slashers React to Couple's T-Shirts

The Slashers with Reader That Loves Baking

The Yandere! Slashers with Reader That's Pregnant & Super Clingy

The Yandere! Slashers with Pregnant Reader That Gets Kidnapped

The Slashers with Overwhelmed! Reader That's in a School Play

The Slashers with Reader That's Insecure About Their Body

The Yandere! Slashers with Patrick Bateman-esque Reader

The Slashers with Reader Who's Secretly an Eldritch Horror

The Slashers with Crow-Like Reader

The Yandere! Slashers with Mermaid! Reader

The Slashers with Sweet and Dangerous! Reader

Headcanons

Reader Brings Home a Kitten HC

Drabbles & Oneshots

A Kind Face

After finding themselves in the middle of nowhere, Reader thinks it's a blessing to stumble upon a motel. And it only helps that behind the counter is a cute, selfless man.

[fineillmakeaslasherblog]

Can I request OG Michael, Norman, Billy Lenz, and Vincent being edged? 😏

Unfortunately, some of these may be a little lackluster. Anyway, nsfw under the cut.

OG!Michael Myers:

Good luck lmao

It's not really his thing, and he doesn't have a strong enough reaction for it to even be that fun if you tried.

The first time, you get a pointed look and a lil huff (which is admittedly pretty cute, but never tell him that)

He doesn't have any reaction beyond that, though. His body language is hard to read in general, and the bedroom is no exception.

Still, if you've reached the point in a relationship where he lets you anywhere near as vulnerable a part of his body as his dick, you've probably figured out how to read him, and he's more annoyed than aroused.

If you do it again, that irritation falls over a precipice and he bats your hand away to finish by himself. He doesn't have the patience to put up with this.

Altogether, not really his cup of tea. Overstimulation, on the other hand...

Norman Bates:

Why would you do this? Do you want to make him cry?

Okay, the answer is probably yes. But I digress.

As soon as you take your hand away, he looks at you like a wounded animal. Pure betrayal in his eyes. It's really cute tbh

That said, he finds that he doesn't actually hate it. He trusts you, and he knows that you won't push him into something he doesn't want, so he resigns himself to flopping his head back with a broken sigh so you can continue.

And if you start praising him? Any apprehension he had about the whole thing goes up in smoke. The first sweet words leave your lips and any ability to think clearly is replaced with buzzing nothingness.

Tell him how good and patient he's being for you as you edge him to tears and he's making the prettiest little sounds in your ear in no time.

His stamina in the bedroom is absolutely abysmal, so this is probably a decent way to make sure he can actually go for longer than five minutes.

Just make sure you do let him cum by the end of it. He's not one for long-term denial. It may seem to him more like rejection than any kind of kink.

Billy Lenz:

Another man who you would have to be truly sadistic to edge, though for very different reasons.

This man's sex drive is absolutely ungodly, which actually makes him pretty hard to edge since he hardly needs any stimulation to cum. Still, if you can manage it, the effort is well worth it.

When you first start, he's moaning and whining before you even wrap your hand around his cock, so I sincerely hope that you have thick walls.

That noise is nothing, however, compared to when you stop. The scream he lets out is the most pathetic, agonized sound you've ever heard from him, which is quite a feat in itself.

Despite his eagerly bucking hips, though, he's internally panicking. Why did you do that?! Were you mad at him? Did he do something bad? Did he finally say something that crossed a line?

Are you going to leave him?!

Please calm him down before he works himself into a frenzy. For all his filthy rambling, we all know that he's a deeply wounded man, and you need to be patient with him.

Give him lots of kisses and praise, maybe even tell him how pretty his cock looks when it's twitching with need, and he'll very quickly warm up to the idea.

That being said, have lots of water on standby any time you plan on edging him. Even a single edge can be enough to have him sobbing. (See the aforementioned sex drive.)

Just make sure to read his body language and you'll be fine. He can't handle as much edging as most, and letting you do it at all is a massive show of trust that can easily be shattered if you take it too far.

Vincent Sinclair:

Easily the most straightforward of the four. Make no mistake, he'll whine and squirm, but he takes it relatively in stride.

If you're lucky enough to be doing this while his mask is off, his face is scrunched up as he tries to control his reactions.

Not because he doesn't want you to see them, necessarily. But contrary to popular belief, he does have some sense of dignity to uphold.

Even with his mask on, though, you'd be able to read him from his hands flexing and releasing repeatedly, the slight tremor in his hips that only grows stronger as you go, the muscles in his abdomen convulsing every time you pull away.

He can easily handle this for the longest, too. Vincent is a patient man, and it will take a lot of effort to get anywhere close to his limit. (That's not to say he won't be complaining about it before then, of course.)

If you really want to make him whine, don't focus too much on his cock. Leave lingering kisses on the rest of his body, gently bite his inner thighs, make sure his whole body is burning with need.

Making sure he's pent up and drawn taut from the beginning will only make his reaction when you deny him all the sweeter.

[aetherisntemo]

A one-shot with a male reader and Nornam Bates where the reader is having panic attack and Norman comforts him or at least tries to?

'Ofc!! I really like Norman so I'm really hyped for this!

A/N: Sorry I've been gone, had a really bad burnout but now I wanna write!

Warnings: Mentions of SH, and severe panic attacks.

He didn't know where you were, didn't know where you had gone and more importantly, he didn't know what was wrong with you. When he checked your shared room and you weren't there he didn't think anything of it but after about an hour of doing nothing, he got bored and started to worry. It shouldn't take that long to find you, you usually were just wandering or in bed but the room was still empty, he didn’t hear the shower either, he was about to leave but he heard a small sob from the bathroom and rushed to it opening the door slowly peeking in. He was scared he was going to see blood or a knife but all he saw was you on the floor of the bathroom curled in a ball crying.

He rushed over and bent down in front of you holding his arms out to see if you wanted to be touched, he sighed in relief when you pushed your way into his arms. Your breath tickled his neck but he didn’t care, all he worried about was you and what was causing you to freak out like this. “My love, what’s wrong? what happened? Are you alright?” He spoke quietly in your ear, he felt you lean back but stop, before he could speak you let out another sob and he knew you couldn’t speak so he let you cry. Once your breath started speeding up is when he forced your face in his hands and made you look at him, he knew what was happening now, something that he had been dealing with for ages now, a panic attack. “Darling look at me. I need you to breathe with me okay? Follow me” he said, he slowly started to breathe making sure his chest was on yours so you could feel what you needed to do, he took in a deep breath in and held it before exhaling, he continued and watched as you did the same. He saw your breathing start to slow, “That’s it, good boy” he praised softly, “I’m so proud of you” he continued. When you pulled away and looked at him with teary eyes his heart broke, the eyes he loved and would stare at always were filled with fear and sadness, he hated it.

“What happened dear?” He asked, “I-I just” you started but stopped when your voice broke “Take your time” Norman spoke, “I just had a bad dream that you got caught, we-we had to separate and I rel-relapsed” you finished with a small broken sob, “Oh love..” Norman whispered, “It was nothing but a dream, I’m still here, we are still here, we are still together. Nothing will change that.” He spoke firmly, he knew that wasn’t exactly true but he would be dammed to let anything separate you both, you were the only thing that could call him down, the only thing to bring him back when the voices would take him away. You are his everything and he hated seeing you like this, “I know, I know, it’s just felt to real” you said, “I’m sorry my dear, do you want to lay down? I’ll close if you need me.” he said with a small smile, “please?” You whispered, “Of course my boy” he said as he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute, go lay down” he said as he helped you stand up, he later you down and quickly left to close down the front desk returning a moment later to come cuddle you under the security of your blankets.

HELLO!! I’m finally back!!! I know this one was a bit dark and maybe a little long but the next ones will be happier!! Please feel free to request again and I will posting again some time Tomorrow!!

[adalwolfgang]

What pet I think some of my favorite slashers would own:

Slashers included: Sinclair brothers, Norman Bates, RZ!myers, Brahms Heelshire, Ghostface, Severen.

Severen

Python or Venomous snake, He could teach it to attack on command and they'd make a great deadly duo. Especially with both having fangs.

Norman Bates

Any cat but preferably a Bombay cat. It would make a nice addition to the hotel, not make any loud noise but keep Norman company.

RZ!Myers

Maine Coon because they are fucking massive but would look like a average size cat in his arms.

Brahms Heelshire

Border Collie Lab Mix, Loyalty of a Lab as well as the affection of a border Collie. He would never get bored or feel lonely again.

Ghostface

Sugar Glider. I refuse to elaborate.

Sinclair’s (I know they got Jonesy but I’m gonna add another dog into the mix)

Miniature Pinscher. Follows the brothers and Jonesy all over Ambrose. They are very clever and playful so I’d like to imagine Jonesy and a Miniature Pinscher as siblings almost like the brothers.

[zombpuppy]

regressor norman bates! 🌈🖍

(4 anon)

⭑ norman is a very gentle and sweet regressor, in fact he wouldn’t hurt a fly!

⭑ he tries his best not to be a handful for his caregiver/s

⭑ loves to read whenever he’s small, i can see him hiding away with a book in a small fort

⭑ needs a lot of comfort, cuddles, kind words, he’s just a precious little thing

⭑ very shy, he can be nonverbal at times

⭑ uses grabby hands and small words to ask for things

⭑ he would be very attached to his things, always carrying a stuffie or a blankie with him for comfort

⭑ so very cuddly.. it’s impossible not to wrap him up and protect him from the world

⭑ has lots of anxiety so he needs a calming space, he never gets too excitable

⭑ play consists of things like tea parties and building cozy forts

[nofoundboy]

I'm a trans guy and struggle with my dysphoria which leads to panic attacks. Could I get a one-shot where Norman comforts to reader during a panic attack? Pet names are always good also thank you :)

I'm so sorry for the lateness, I wasn't in my best state but now I'm here, I hope you really like it

Tw: Panic attacks due to dysphoria

It started to get very cold in the place. You were in the living room, which had once felt comforting and familiar, now it seemed to shrink as you spent more and more minutes in there.

Your mood hadn't been the best in the morning, and Norman's absence didn't improve it either. You had thought that reading would help a little, but the feeling began to become much more oppressive.

Your image on any reflective surface looked stranger, weird, more and more wrong. As if you were distorted every time you looked at yourself.

Hurtful words, voices from the past mixed with your own began to crowd your head, putting a weight on your shoulders that, as the minutes passed, felt much more suffocating.

You felt your breathing hitch to the point where your hyperventilation echoed in the room.

"I brought the juice you told me" You heard Norman's pleasant voice in the distance, coming in from his grocery shopping.

You couldn't respond, you could barely even think. You tried to speak, to utter just one word, but a choked sound was the only thing that managed to come out of your lips.

"Y/N?" The voice came closer until you noticed his feet. You had no idea how you had ended up on the carpet, staring at Norman's polished shoes to try to focus on something, anything that would keep your mind from wandering completely.

Norman knew immediately what it was about. After enough time in the relationship, you had trusted him with everything about yourself, the good and the bad, what hurt you.

"Honey, put your hands up, over your head," Norman said, his voice clear and firm.

You did, quickly. Your breathing was still as hectic, but at last you felt the storm of thoughts and feelings subside.

"Count to ten" Norman moved closer to you, as he always used to do. He avoided hugging you, holding you against him so as not to overwhelm you, that too you had explained to him.

Instead, he sat cross-legged in front of you, placing his hand gently on your knee.

"Thank you..." You replied once your breathing had stabilized. You lowered your arms, which were already burning with fatigue. Norman smiled.

You knew he was thinking. He was probably starting to blame himself for not being with you.

"Is it apple juice?" you asked, changing the subject to his shopping.

"Uh, yeah! It is" you made sure to take his hands, smiling broadly.

"Perfect! Shall I help you with dinner?" Norman brought your hand to his lips. Timidly, he placed a kiss on your knuckles.

"Yes, thank you," he stared at you for a while longer, until, seeming to take courage, he said in the same firm voice he used to speak to you during the bad episodes.

"You are the most capable, smartest and handsome man I have ever met, I want you to know that, okay?" you felt the way your cheeks started to hurt thanks to the huge smile those words of your sweet partner had brought out of you.

"Norman..." you leaned over and kissed his lips, as if you wanted to pass on to him all the pleasant emotions you were feeling.

You knew you could always rely on him.