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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 years

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hello!! <3 i was wondering if i could request a matchup from either bates motel (preferred) or scream? my name is noelle & i’m a bisexual cis female (she/her pronouns). i’m also an entp & gryffindor! i LOVE to travel & i value experiences over possessions. my family is the most important part of my life & it’s hard for me to live so far from them. i’m a people person and a “sigma female,” but i enjoy having some quiet time to myself. i think i’m pretty kind & caring, but do not cross me 👀 also, my dream job is either a comedian or working in film <3 i’m also considered the funny one who would do anything for a laugh & the ‘wild child.’ i like to go out and party a lot with friends. i also struggle/have struggled with substance abuse & various eating disorders. i love to read books and write (especially scripts & poetry). i love to make mixtape cds and i also enjoy going on spontaneous adventures! i have a navel piercing, a sagittarius (my zodiac sign!) arrow tattoo below my neck & my style is very 70s mixed with early 2000s. i thrift pretty much everything i own. i’m 5’3 & have darker blonde hair with blue eyes, i’m pretty chubby but i have an ass that won’t quit (: thank you so so much!! ❤️

I'm so sorry for the lateness, things have been chaotic. I hope you enjoy

For the Ghostface's, I ship you with... Stu Macher!

Stu is very much a social butterfly. He loves being the "funny guy" who has a tendency of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. This would be a huge conflict within your relationship in the beginning. Similiar to you, Stu is a wild child himself, pulling parties at his house while his parents were out of town.

After hearing about your substance abuse and eating disorders, Stu tries to help you with your recovery. Whether it be keeping snacks for you, or killing whoever makes fun of your ed/ addiction or getting you into a recovery center if you need it- Stu's your guy. Although Stu isn't really the closest to his own family because of the fact that they were too busy with their work to bond with them, Stu loves how your family and you are close and how they treat him as if he's family.

Other possibility: Randy Meeks

For Bates Motel, I ship you with... Norman Bates!

Norman notices how family oriented you were, spending a lot of time with them and talking about how you love your family. Norman is family oriented himself- even though he's more of a mama's boy. Given how inexperienced he is socially or with life outside his mother and school, he doesn't understand much about your addictions or disorders. With lack of knowledge, Norman is a good listener and tries his best with helping you.

The main issue would be Norma not liking you because of the parties you frequent. But when she sees you and Norman reading your writings or bonding over how you make mix tape cds together, she would be more welcoming towards you. Given that Norman hasn't had any experience in traveling, he's more than willing to explore around any locations you may be wanting to visit. He adores how adorable you look when you're exploring a new place.

Other possibility: Dylan Massett

#flowercrowns-goodvibes ask #slasher matchups #queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #all requests are open #matchup 0018 #Bates motel matchup #ghostface matchups

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shelbgrey · 10 months

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#Supernatural #Castiel x reader #Castiel imagines #Dean winchester #Dean winchester x reader #Vote #Imagines #Polls #Alex Romero #Bates motel #Once upon a time #Ouat robin hood #Robin hood #Moon knight #Jack Hodgins #Camille Saroyan #Marc spector

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amomentsescape · 9 months

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A Kind Face

Norman Bates x Reader

Summary: 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.

Warnings: A couple of bad words

Word Count: 922

A/N: Do people still read/write for this man? I feel like I haven't seen many fics with him lately. Also I know that the GIF is from Bates Motel, but this could definitely be read with either character of Norman in mind (Psycho or Bates Motel).

It was too late for this.

Driving alone with a low tank of gas in the middle of the night wasn't exactly your smartest idea, and you certainly weren't about to see this through.

You desperately needed to find a place to stop, but it seemed like human life ceased to exist wherever you were currently.

So when you finally spotted a motel sign, you didn't even hesitate to pull over.

It appeared to be pretty empty however, and there was a moment where you worried that this place was desolate.

But it was worth a try.

And even if this area was abandoned, at least you had a little bit of shelter to figure out your next course of action.

You grabbed some of your things and stepped into the lobby, only to see that the lights were on. However, you didn't notice anyone up at the front desk.

You walked around a bit, surveying the area.

It was honestly well kept. Things were tidy, the floor and chairs were free of dust, and the air smelled a bit like fresh flowers.

"There could be worse places..." you murmured.

"I do my best."

You about jumped out of your skin.

You spun back around to the counter to see a man standing behind it, a friendly smile gracing his features.

"S-sorry!" you spat out. "The place is really nice. I just didn't see anyone outside and..."

He let out a soft laugh at this. "We don't get many customers here."

You nodded. "I mean, there isn't much out there. I haven't seen another car in miles."

You met his gaze and felt your face grow warm. The man before you had very gentle features, and something about his gaze made your chest flutter. He was cute.

"Um, is there a gas station nearby?" you asked.

His smile fell a bit. "Uh, no. Unfortunately the nearest one is a good eight miles or so from here."

You frowned. There was no way your car was going to make that journey. You had been riding with the gauge pointed at "E" for at least 10 minutes.

"And even then," he continued, "no gas station around here would be open this late."

Of course.

You decided to weigh your options. Continue driving on an empty tank until your car inevitably breaks down in the middle of nowhere or get a room in this motel run by a cute man? Easy choice.

"How much is it for one night?" you questioned.

He smiled again. "Free of charge for you."

Your eyes widened. "Oh no, I wouldn't feel right staying here without paying."

"No, please. I insist. I can take you to the gas station in the morning as well, since I'm assuming your car is low?"

You nodded. "If you insist, then sure. And thank you."

You both shared a smile at this, his face starting to grow a pink hue. He quickly broke his gaze and looked down.

"Oh, here."

Norman turned around and grabbed a key from the wall. You noticed that all of the keys were still hung up.

He handed it to you and you thanked him, seeing that the key had the big number 2 on its tag.

"Is there someone in room 1?" you asked.

His eyes glanced over to the key dangling on its hook behind him before turning back to meet your eyes.

"Uh, no. It's just... there's a leak unfortunately."

You nodded at him. "Well, I really appreciate this..."

"Norman," he answered.

"Thank you, Norman. I'm (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he repeated back, his smile widening.

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You honestly slept quite well that night. You were surprised to find the room perfectly clean when you went in, and seeing the sight of the large bed made you plop into it immediately. You went to sleep that night with Norman's sweet smile on your mind.

In the morning, you greeted the man at the counter, handing him the room key back.

"Thank you again," you spoke.

"No worries."

You grinned. "I'm just gonna go check on my car really quick."

He nodded in understanding as you exited the lobby, hoping that maybe your gas gauge was just a bit off last night.

But when you tried to start your car, the engine wouldn't even turn over. It was like the battery was completely dead.

"The hell?" you whispered to yourself.

"Is everything alright?"

You jumped a bit at the sound of Norman's voice, letting out a breath.

"M-my car, it won't start. I think there's something wrong with the battery?" your voice was laced with concern.

He sighed. "It's Saturday morning, so you won't be able to get a hold of a mechanic until Monday."

You groaned. You didn't know anything about cars and by the looks of it, Norman didn't either.

"You can stay here until then, if you want," he suggested. "It would be free of charge, of course."

You looked at him as you tried to make a decision. It was only a couple of days, and Norman seemed like a nice guy. It wasn't like you had much else of an option anyways.

"Sure, if that's okay with you."

"Of course!"

His voice was so pleasant.

There was no way you would have even suspected him of messing with your car in the middle of the night. Why would he? It wasn't like he was already enamored with you and desired to have you stay with him just a couple days longer.

Or more.

#slash fanfiction #slasher preference #slashers preference #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #slashers #psycho 1960 #norman bates imagine #norman bates x reader #norman bates #bates motel #slasher summer

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bunnysbrainrot · 3 months

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Sinners - Teaser

Relationship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Content: Explicit sexual content, teasing, more kinks and details to come with the full version, nothing too warning-worthy right now?

Summary: Disguised as a priest and nun on a case, time alone with Sam back at your motel is everything but holy. The taboo of your situation has Sam dealing with some… impure thoughts. Will Sam be able to contain himself?

In the past few weeks you and the Winchesters uncovered some suspicious deaths in a remote area of Georgia. The locations of the tragedies spanned over 50 miles apart, meaning that the team had to split up to cover more ground. Dean had split from you and Sam two days ago, and the night before in the motel had been fairly normal. It seemed like Dean did this on purpose; you had drunkenly admitted to him of your affection for his younger brother.

Whether or not Sam knew of this, you had no clue. And now in your nun getup, it was all too fitting that you began to pray that Sam was unaware. The two of you calmly made your way past the yellow police tape, preparing warm smiles for a victim’s family.

Sam knocked on the door, letting out a bated breath. Weren’t nuns supposed to dress modestly? Your outfit was the proper attire, but the way it hugged your curves left too much to Sam’s imagination. It was his turn to pray that it didn’t stir too much in him, to let him keep his composure.

An older man answered the door, his expression easing at the sight of your attire. Turns out this costume was better received than you thought. You had to channel your tone and proper verbiage before speaking.

“Apologies for showing up unannounced, Mr. Peters. I’m Father Jeremy, and this is our sister from a local church.” Sam waved a hand for you to introduce yourself.

You chose to use your name, seeing that this was your first nun-appearance.

“We’re here on behalf of the church to offer support for your family, but we also have a couple of questions, if you don’t mind.”

Hopefully there were no questions about the nearest Catholic church, otherwise this whole façade would crumble. Mr. Peters’ face only softened further.

“I’m glad you’re here, Father, Sister,” he addressed you with a sad smile, “Please, come in.”

Sam stepped in first, using a beckoning finger behind him to have you follow him. The house was modest, but eloquently decorated. You recalled the murder that had happened, that brought you to this town, and shuddered. Mr. Peters’ daughter had been brutally murdered and discarded in a creek, signs indicating the presence of a vampire. Their daughter had been missing for two weeks before the time of death, which is what you and Sam aimed to discover.

“Mr. Peters, we are part of a youth outreach program at the church. Our aim is to help troubled youth, with restorative services and social connection. We were wondering if your daughter had any odd behaviors before she went missing. Perhaps she became more secluded?”

The man looked confused at first, “Odd behavior?”

Sam gave a small nod, “We notice that teenagers in need of help oftentimes become more distant with their families. Our goal is to provide better services to our youth, which does include finding the source issue.”

Mr. Peters have a small background of his daughter, admitting that she had become distant with the family. Not just that, but her anger had only worsened, amongst several harmful habits. It wasn’t uncommon for teens to become immersed in the occult and all things dark, but being surrounded by the wrong people can lead to harmful connections.

“I see,” Sam started, “and do you know what kind of people she was surrounding herself with?”

Another confused look from Mr. Peters.

You added, “This way, we’re able to identify warning signs - things to be wary of as our youth members meet new people.”

This seemed to clear things up, bringing out a detailed recount of his daughter’s recent social group. But, their social media had been recently deleted, preventing the family from getting their closure. As far as they knew, their daughter had made new friends, ran from home, and was found brutally murdered.

Sam’s eyes darted to you when you shifted in your seat, the fabric of your black dress sliding gracefully along your thighs. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but seeing you dressed up like this sent his mind spinning. The last thing he should be thinking of is taking you dressed like this, but he couldn’t shake it. His mind raced of scenarios the two of you could create, each one dirtier than the last.

But right now, the task at hand was covering the tightness of his pants. He leaned forward, the broad muscles of his arms flexing beneath his black shirt. Blush creeped onto your cheeks, much to the attention of Mr. Peters, who looked at you with concern.

“Sister, are you feeling alright?”

You nodded and gave a small wave, “Oh, I’m fine. Just a little warm is all. I apologize.”

Mr. Peters stood, “No need to apologize, let me get you some cold water. I’ll only be one moment.”

The room had gone oddly quiet paired with Sam’s intent stare at your face. You turned to find a concerned Sam inspecting you fully.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked softly.

A slight nod, “Yeah, it’s just stuffy in this outfit.”

“Well, once we’re back at the motel we can get you out of it.”

A beat later Sam realized how that sounded. He tried to backtrack, but Mr. Peters had already returned with your glass of water, which you gratefully sipped on. It took everything in your power to resist the images that came to mind. Sam’s hands roaming your body, stripping that baggy dress off of your body, his mouth finding every nook and cranny of your neck.

Sam seemed to have taken over the conversation for the last few moments before standing. Mr. Peters had already given a short list of his daughter’s friends, and their usual hang-out spots. Your attention snapped back to reality; you placed the water glass down with a small thank you, being pulled up by Sam.

His hand could practically wrap the entirety of your arm, his grip stable and warm. Goosebumps rose on your arms, brushing against the tough fabric of your dress. The air outside carried the comfort of fall, the breeze being cool and refreshing on your hot cheeks.

At the car, Sam reached for your door to open it for you, something completely new to the both of you. You glanced up at him with wide eyes. The movements he made to reach the handle had pulled your bodies dangerously close, fully brush against his chest, pressed into the car. A inexplicable scenario that would raise a few eyebrows, for certain.

“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to trip on your dress,” breathed Sam.

Honestly, he was thankful for the little slip up - being this close to you had been a wish of his, but there had never been any excuse for it to happen. Your focus shifted from his soft, hazel eyes down to his parted lips. Sam’s attention shifted to your lips, lowering to your chest for a split second. A selfish move on his part, but the damage had already been done.

Your hand fumbled for the door handle, fingers sliding over his own. The two of you shared another longing glance before getting you into the car. Sam tucked in loose bits of your dress so the door wouldn’t snag on them.

“Alright, hands and feet it, watch out,” he whispered. You noticed how his hands fumbled more than usual, surely due to the nerves. Perhaps you had been reading this wrong, maybe you had taken things too far? Maybe you had overstepped and embarrassed him?

“Thank you,” you replied, giving him a genuine smile. Sam’s cheeks flushed, unmistakably a sign that maybe your anxieties been just that. Simple anxieties from overthinking this whole thing.

Now settled in the car, the two of you made the trip back to the motel. After stepping inside you beelined for the bathroom.

At least, until Sam’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, could I talk to you about something?”

You turned to face him, eyebrows raised. You’d be lying to yourself if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat.

“What’s up?”

With the silence in the room, you took the cue to sit on the bed. Sam towered in comparison, his lean physique defined by the lamplight.

His voice softened, “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to get that close, I-“

“Sam, it’s okay,” you cut him off with a laugh, “don’t worry about it. I wasn’t bothered by it.”

He relaxed his shoulders. Sam began to dig through his bag for another set of clothes.

“You look good as a priest, by the way. You sell the bit nicely,” you stated.

What you said made his heart skip a beat. Was that a compliment, or just conversation? Sam couldn’t tell, so he turned to you once more with a goofy grin on his face.

“Thanks,” his expression darkened as his eyes raked you over, “You look good as a nun.”

There was no mistaking it - he was taking his time looking over you. Your breath hitched in your throat when he turned, leaned casually against the desk your bags laid on. You transfixed on the way his hands moved around his belt buckle. Mildly fiddling, but you couldn’t help but imagine him following through.

“Not my best outfit, but thank you,” you replied. Sam pushed away from the desk, slowly stepping toward the bed where you sat, tense with every step.

“I would agree there, you’ve worn better,” he commented.

You head snapped up to meet his eyes. A surprise note of flirtation filled your voice.

“Okay, so what’s my best outfit, then?”

He scoffed, “We playing twenty questions?”

You pointed to your outfits, smirking proudly at him, “Look at our getup, man, it’s like a confessional.”

A bright laugh came out of Sam; he tilted his head back as he thought.

“My answer isn’t exactly… appropriate.”

“Sam,” you laughed, “Confessional. You gotta tell me.”

He let out a groan before lowering his head, steadily giving you his answer, “Your dark jeans, and that long sleeve shirt. The, um… the one with the v-neck, you wore it almost every day over winter.”

“And that was inappropriate?”

“It’s why I like it that’s inappropriate.”

“Okay, then, why do you like it?”

The last thing you expected was for Sam to close the distance. He stepped until he was directly ahead, arms crossed over his chest as he locked eyes with you.

“It made your ass look nice.”

His tone was surprisingly serious, like he had been thinking of this answer for a while.

“Hugs your body in the right ways. And it makes your, well, chest… look nice.”

Sam humored your shocked expression but pushing things further. If you could dish it out, he could dish it back.

“What’s my best outfit?”

As you collected yourself, Sam stepped closer, bringing a hand to your cheek. He lifted your head, hai thumb grazing over your cheek.

“It’s a confessional. You have to tell me,” he joked, earning a slight glare from you. That sour face melted away when Sam placed his hand beneath your chin. He tilted your head back to have you look at him.

Shit.

“Jeans,” you breathed, “V-neck black shirt.”

Sam leaned in, brushing his lips across your cheek. The closeness set your skin ablaze, each trailing lip and finger sending shivers up your spine.

“Is that all?” Sam whispered.

His eyes met yours once again, a startling seriousness lurking inside. You pushed past the shyness of your answer. The honesty could break the tension that had building all this time.

“Pajama pants… no shirt. When you just get out of the shower.”

Sam’s lips curled into a satisfied smile before planting a slow kiss to your cheek. He moved gradually to your jawline, sprinkling chaste kisses until his lips hovered over yours.

“Have you wanted this?” he asked.

Your frustration was intangible - a bottle that had been shaken too much, and ready to blow. He was centimeters, millimeters away from giving you what you’d truly wanted. The silence between you signified the utter defiance to give him this so easily.

“Confessional,” Sam’s voice reverberated against you, but he offered nothing to your pleading lips, “tell me, little nun, have you thought about this? Wanted my lips on yours?”

A small whine escaped you as Sam’s hand lowered to your throat, pressing softly to the tender flesh. The loss of blood flow muddled your thoughts into complete ecstasy, with no urgency to regain control. With just one move, it was clear to Sam that you were undoubtedly his.

You gave him a small nod. A low growl thundered in his chest before pressing into you further, laying you flat on the bed. Locks of chestnut hair framed your face, with a breathy Sam hovering his mouth over your neck.

“Nodding doesn’t count. You gotta use your words, sweetheart.”

Amidst the constriction on your throat you nodded and choked out a small, "Yes."

Sam's growing smile is all you need to know you've satisfied something deeper within him. Darkness floods his eyes seeing you like this, utterly at his will under his touch. If he'd known sooner that this would be the outcome, he'd have bought that nun outfit ages ago.

"That's better," he whispered.

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Hi everyone! I know it's just a teaser for now, but I wanted to show you something I've been working on! I've also been pretty busy with work and writing for my book series, so things have been a bit busy for sure haha

I love you all, and I keep an eye out for the full version of Sinners!

#supernatural #spn fandom #supernatural smut #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #bunny writes #spn smut #smut writing #smut

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marksbear · 1 year

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Norman Bates but with a breeding kink

I took my time writing this for you my friend. Had to make it top tier for you can enjoy it. Anyways gonna be nsfw and sfw headcanons and maybe a few blurbs.

I didn't know whether to make him bottom or top so I stuck with bottom.

NORMAN BATES X TOP MALE READER

-He most def got a feral breeding kink. I mean it's everything about him that shows it. -Norman would honestly be a virgin and new to relationships and honestly anything that comes with romantic feelings. So when he found out he had feelings for you he would honestly freak out with joy. -So once yall get over the basic things about sex like your limits and things he would be so nervous and shy when you begin to touch him. He would be so jittery and won't keep still and keep on rambling about all sorts of things. -But after yall's first time he couldn't get enough of it. -He wanted to be in your pants every single chance he had. -Whining about "missing you inside me." or "Can we please do 'it' again." Just him overall being a complete mess after y'all did it. He couldn't wait to be used like a toy again.

-The breeding kink came after a while into the relationship. With his fear of abandonment/ wanting to start a family it hit him off. So that's when he started to think. He wanted you to breed him and start a family.

-He knows that he can't get pregnant and all, but he likes to imagine he can.

"Y-Y/n! Please cum inside! cum inside me please! Breed me! I want you to get me pregnant! Please~" Norman cries out in pure bliss while imagining you getting him pregnant and starting a perfect family.

-His mom approves of him starting a family. Well. Normans words anyway.

-Always asking for you to breed him. He wouldn't even care if it was like the fifth time this week he asked. Doesn't take no for an answer. (yes he does. He'll just sulk and whine about it until you say fine or try to convince you.)

-After each time you cum inside him he would give you kisses passionately while repeating "thank you" over and over again until you tell him to shut up.

-One of his dirty secrets is that he likes to daydream about you breeding him senseless while in the motel/ when hes working.

-He would go over the moon if you go along with him/ if you have a breeding kink also. He would be putty in your hands. Down right all the way submissive following every single order you give him.

-Good thing the motel is empty most days because he is loud. I mean LOUD. He would moan, cry, scream and shout in pleasure. He can't help it either you just make him feel that good.

-He loves the thought of him being a household husband for you and the "future" kids.

-So he learns what most kids would like to eat from all ages and learns how to cook them. And reads about how to take care of kids and all that.

THE END

Not really more likely to be continued. I'm gonna edit more later.

#x male reader #male reader #slasher x male reader #slashers x male reader #norman bates x reader #norman bates x male reader #norman bates #the bear club #pyscho #x top male reader

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frogboy0 · 6 days

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THE HOTEL!!!!

(It's more of a motel but that's part of the joke)

Since I'm crazy into this rewrite, I decided to draw how I imagine the hotel would look like!!! I took a LOT of inspiration from the Bate Motel from Psycho (1960)!!

I figured that it's only fitting that a hotel that looks more like a motel in Hell resembles one of the most ICONIC locations in American Horror!!!!!

(i WAS gonna do Stanley Hotel from The Shining (take a wild guess as to why) buuuut with my rewrite, Charlie and Vaggie basically build the hotel with nothing but themselves and the little money they had (Charlie wasn't really talking to her dad at this point so she doesn't get daddy's money haha PLUS I thought the hotel would mean a lot more to them if THEY built EVERYTHING from the ground up, instead of them just buying an empty building ykwim??

THIS HOTEL IS THEIR BABY!!!! I think it adds more to their line together in the song in the finale "We're gonna do this, you and me" (I LOVE THAT PART SO MUCH!!!!)

Charlie and Vaggie don't live in one of the rooms in the (m)hotel, they have their own shitty little house just off to the side of it (I cannot stress how much inspo I took from Psycho (1960) its almost ridiculous)

It faces the hotel so they can see everything and are able to run out in case anything happens, there if they're not running around the hotel already 😊😊

(Chaggie are basically married)

And also they don't any limo (they're broke remember) LMAO!!!

Im taking away everything from these poor women.

They have a shitty, beat down sedan that they had no choice but to invest in once they started to build the hotel (they couldn't just haul ass and carry all their supplies to and from all the time)

I thought the Sedan deserved its own drawings :)

(it's the official, unofficial Hazbin mobile)

#my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rewrite #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin motel #chaggie #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel

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yanderes-galore · 2 months

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could I request a yandere alphabet for norman bates? -🎂

Yeah I can try! Been awhile since I've seen Pyscho though so things could be a little off.

Yandere Alphabet - Norman Bates

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of DID (Norman/Norma), Stalking, Violence, Manipulation, Jealousy, Blood, Murder, Horror themes, Obviously unhealthy behavior, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Isolation, Clingy behavior, Trauma implied, Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Normally Norman seems to be charming yet timid. He seems to care for others, especially his obsession. Norman is very reserved, however.

Norman seems friendly and sympathetic. Yet he hides a much darker persona. Even his obsession still has to be approved by "Norma" before Norman can pursue them.

Norman is unsure how to show affection towards you at times. He knows his mother has approved of you yet still struggles on how to deal with his feelings. Eventually he'll figure it out and he comes off not too intense.

But there's always the threat of him becoming worse due to Norma.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Norman? No.... Norma? Yeah. Norman himself doesn't really want to get messy, yet he is perfectly fine with cleaning up after mother.

So any murders of those around you are most likely due to Norma while Norman cleans up the blood.

Norma's just looking out for her boy....

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He wouldn't mock you and may try to treat you well. Obviously how he treats you isn't normal... but he tries to care for you "as a man should."

Mother thinks you'll be perfect for him... as long as you listen to him.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Norman tries not to, he wants a mutual respect between you.

... unless you try to leave him, that is.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Norman himself is rather submissive yet secretive. He'd probably struggle at first to explain how he feels. Yet you are definitely a vulnerability to him.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Scared. You are the only one mother has approved of. He doesn't like the idea of losing you.

Norma most likely will stop such rebellions.

No and he'd hate it.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The murders and seeing him as "Norma" the first time I'd imagine. For the most part he tries to be calm and caring around you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He isn't really sure... but it's most likely something oddly innocent like dating or marriage.

In reality you are in the clutches of a man who desperately needs some sort of psychiatric help.

Yes but he isn't quite sure how to deal with it. He won't have to for long anyways since Norma deals with the issue quickly.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Obsessive, Manipulative, Protective, Jealous, Caring, Submissive, Suffocating and probably Volatile and Possessive as Norma.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You probably met him at the Motel, intending to stay the night or a few nights. Unfortunately... Norman's obsession develops fast.

The moment mother gives him permission to approach you, he goes for it eventually.

It takes him a lot of time to get the confidence to approach you... so he mostly watches you from a distance or a hole into your room.

By the end of your stay you aren't leaving.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

I assume so. Norman himself doesn't change too much but he's always hiding Norma.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Locking you in a room would be Norman's method... however, Norma may get more intense.

Norman hates hurting you, even if you did something "bad." Norma will do whatever is necessary to make you repent for hurting her boy's heart though.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Norman tries not to take many but it's bound to happen.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Surprisingly patient but overly anxious at times.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Norman would not... in fact somehow that would break him even more.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little upon seeing your reaction but he would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood, Curiosity, Trauma, there could be many reasons.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Concerned and he tries to comfort you... even if it does not yield results.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Playing along before maybe trying to convince another motel visitor to take you away.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Norman, no. Norma, maybe.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere and would cling onto you to make sure you never left him.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He doesn't really pine, his obsession is fast acting.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

By accident, yes.

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