#& americanedpsycho.

[flmed]

happy birthday, jo. a note is written in patrick's handwriting, and not in jean's. there is a gift box attached to the note, wrapped up in red paper with a smalll white bow. inside, it's a pen. just like the one he gave patrick for his birthday. ( he is a troll )

marching to the man's office whilst furiously holding the gift that purposefully mimicking johann's thoughtful present couple months ago–––––johann knows that it is a bait to get him riled up &. confront the other man . . . as an opportunity to see him; patrick may be a little cliché sometimes, always looking for techniques that could force johann to encounter him, without being seen as comfortable with him–––––patrick's friends would despise that,

❝ . . . did you just return the shit i gave you? you're so lame! ❞  barging into the man's office with the office door slamming shut whilst his secretary is calling him; thankfully, nobody's in with the man, thus johann is dismissing the girl &. intentionally closing the door thus the conversation won't be heard, unless johann raises his tone, ❝ you could have done better, but no, you did this so i will come to you, isn't that right? ❞ 

[ner0ticmemories]

@americanedpsycho ashley and patrick coded i'm dying rn

[amoresis]

@americanedpsycho ➶ ˚  ❛ that’s a lot of blood. ❜

❝ fuuuck . . ❞

her voice is merely a whisper , arguably inaudible to the other considering she had her back turned to him . never once had someone walked in on her in the midst of feeding , and most definitely not when it got messy . thinking quickly in the moment , her eyes close shut as she takes a quick second to attempt a few tears , or at least some cloudiness in her eyes from forcing them to water even a little .

❝ . . can you help me ? . . he just laid here . no one was around to help him , i couldn’t just leave him alone . . ❞

suddenly remembering the blood around her mouth , her hands rise to press against her face before slowly dragging downward to spread the mess . hoping to distract from the excessive amount near her mouth and simply appear as if she had been in a panic and didn’t realize she was wiping the person’s blood onto her own skin .

❝ how — how do i check for a pulse or whatever ? he hasn’t moved in almost ten minutes . . ❞

finally , after deeming her role convincing enough when she heard the trembling in her own voice , she turns her head to look over her shoulder and sends a look of fear toward him . there’s a quiet swallow , a gulp of distress , before she exhales in feigned relief .

[ner0ticmemories]

ashley :

that one gifset of her honey patrick : exists

ashley :

[flmed]

a feigned startle upon patrick's contentious behaviour to probe thoroughly into someone–––––nobody has ever confront him forthrightly merely because the other man would provide a reason behind his curiousity, in this part, his charm tries to sway johann's frivolous unwillingness within their tug and pull game . . .

he isn't easily confided to people that profess their interest upon him, as a part of unconscious mechanism within; retreating to bait them even more &. it is proven that it is works against him, as the other candidly articulates his pattern; johann laughs, but not in defeat, as patrick continuously half-heartedly compliments him–––––he is so sure of what he wants &. it tickles johann to see,

❝ you're wrong however, i never feel bad whenever i piss you off, on the contrary, i feel amusement running through my fingers, because you see, guilt will only make you happy, ❞  punctuates with a click of tongue against the roof of his mouth, calloused fingers are rummaging inside of his suit pocket as he seeks for the cigarette case–––––johann remembers how patrick detests tobacco smoke flitting upon his mien, however his addiction does not borne from the inclination to exasperate the other, quite contrary, it is to maim his apprehension upon patrick's forthwith assumption; has he become so careless to be read through easily?

❝ for a person who is obsessive with their own routine, i don't think that i am as boring as you are or any other. i hold something you could possible not imagine, but that isn't your privilege to find out or judge what it is. we aren't as close as that, bateman. ❞ 

@americanedpsycho

“  i  like  to  know  where  people  are  and  what  they  are  doing  and  so  forth.  ”  he  rolls  his  eyes,  an  attempt  to  brush  off  his  own  question.  a  part  of  him  wants  to  know  where  his  close  associates  are  at  all  times,  in  case  he  needs  an  alibi.  the  fact  mcdermott,  his  friend,  mistook  him  for  someone  else,  unknowingly  saving  him  from  jail,  makes  him  chuckle.  “  well.  they’re  predictable.  the  rest  of  them,  i  mean.  ”  he  was  never  used  to  wit  except  for  small  talk  about  business,  women,  alcohol,  drugs,  and  fashion.  “  it’s  lunch  time.  i  believe  mcdermott  is  in  a  meeting  with  my  father,  bryce  is  downtown  somewhere  having  lunch  with  his  newest  girlfriend,  and  van  patten,  smoking  his  cigar  outside.  predictable.”  he  shrugs  before  he  throws  a  leg  over  the  other,  hand  resting  on  his  own  knee,  his  expression  remains  the  same  stoic  face.  

“  i’m  not  going  to  stroke  your  ego,  dreyman.  that’s  exactly  what  you  want  me  to  do.  you  want  me  to  make  you  feel  special  in  my  own  private  social  circle,  so  you  don’t  feel  as  bad  when  you  wind  me  up  with  your  silly  thoughts.  ”  he  tilts  his  head,  “  dont  be  predictable  as  them.  you’ll  become  boring.  i  know  you’re  not  boring.  you’re  interesting  …  to  a  degree.  ”

[americanedpsycho]

checking in with my friends across the states. I love you and I am sending you all the biggest hug. 🫂

[lookedinfinite]

starter call | @americanedpsycho

she's not antisocial, or as she has been labelled one too many times, cold or simply too stuck up to interact with others. the youngest phd student in recent history - and to anyone with eyes, perhaps just too shy to know how to speak the right amount. silence suits her though, sitting up a little against tree she's been studying under whilst waiting for bobby to leave his class.  (she's clever,  and despite her silence...  big eyes are too sharp for her features.)

she sees more than she says, more than she ever even thinks about sharing.

"have you seen bobby?" maeve remembers him - introduced in passing, a classmate of bobby's whom she hadn't been so sure about.  "robert, putnam. I mean." 

[woozyhere]

🔪 ————— continued: x @americanedpsycho

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[ SMS: PB&J (20:46) ] are YOU fucking stupid? [ SMS: PB&J (20:48) ] hold on

A huff of irritation and shut eyes to keep his cool, his fingers are flying to click call. He barely waits, speaking the very second he hears the sound of a pick-up.

"The fuck are you on about, Yup?" There's venom in his tone, the Yuppie nickname slipping out before he can stop it. He respects Patrick, but how dare he claim Stu's cuts weren't pristine! "I'm a hunter, Wallstreet. I think I know how to cut up an animal." Because their prey wasn't human; it was easier to think that way.

[flmed]

a furor marching back & forth–––––apprehensively, almost bitterly snapping to speak one of the racing thoughts within his mind by the time he hears @americanedpsycho 's sneer upon johann's strained reaction to the subtle confession .. candid strings of words, spoken avidly to his face rather than using electronics to convey his affection; the first time, johann didn't think the depth of his admiration upon him, despite the confession itself was a concealed truth patrick no longer could bear, however the second-time is a slap upon his wrist–––––as it is ardent, &. unfathomably sincere admission.

johann rejects the idea of patrick to like him that much, as more than johann has ever thought to be, however his anger is justified .. because johann may have been a blind man to noticeable truth, ‘ i don't know? fuck. but it's never been that! i didn't think that you'd, truly, like me that way. i know you said that the first time, but i didn't think it was that deep .. what the hell that made you so convince that you have feelings for me–––––i mean, i don't know, i can't think right now. ‘

patrick says, "what the hell did you think i meant by that?" from a dialogue list for angry love confessions : accepting.

[wihlted]

୨♡୧ , @americanedpsycho

❛     you came all this way?     ❜ serena's leg is outstretched on the barre, her toes perfectly pointed in her slippers. she stands up straight when she realizes she's no longer alone in the room. how late is it now? it's so easy to lose track of time when the moon rises at five.

[artoxiic]

starter call / @americanedpsycho

she   didn't   think   much   of   it.

didn't   think   about   how  sporadically   he   answered   her   text   messages.   didn't   think   about   how   he   never   took   her   out   in  public.   didn't   think   about   how   she'd   never   met   anyone   in   his   family.   how   she'd   never   met   a   single   friend.   how   she   didn't   really   know   ANYTHING   about   it.

she   didn't   think   much   of   it   because   none   of   it   was   really   all   that  strange   to   her  ,   as   thoroughly   disturbing   as   it   sounds   to   her   now.   a   lot   of   her   relationships   have   been   equally   strange  ,   with   men   just   as   private  ,   as  eccentric.   what   does   it   say   about   her   that   she   hadn't   even  considered   it  ?

she   doesn't   want   MORE   from   patrick.  (   she's   learned   from   her   mistakes.   she   is   not   a   woman   meant   for  joy.  )   but   still  ?   he's   ENGAGED  ?   she   wanted   a   quick   lay  ,   not   to   be   the  other   woman.   her   stomach   churns   at   the   idea  ,   bile   bubbling   in   her   gut. 

“   you're   GETTING   MARRIED  ?   ”   leila   accuses   as   the   bathroom   door   opens  ,   whirling   on   him   so   quickly   the   coffee   in   her   cup   splashes   into   her   hands. 

[victoriousfidelity]

"I'll admit, I've had my doubts."

lyric starter for @americanedpsycho Allies or Enemies - The Crane Wives

[ner0ticmemories]

do you think that will make me turn good? / ashley

" turn good? " bizzare sentiment, but ashley understood where he was coming from. " it will help you do better, yes. " good was a perspective, but did have a fine line. one many knew universally.. granted, patrick bulldozed through that line, smashing it and spitting on it's grave... but for him to even inquire such a subject was a good place to start. his emotions were so full of expression with nowhere to go.. seemed only the retaliation of killing tamed his grieving beast.. that is till him and ashley met. not solely from her alone, but a teamwork effort to flow within one another.. even in difficult times such as this. " we all make mistakes.. even ones as permanent as yours. now.. " she takes notes to self of that truth. he was a dangerous man.. but to her he was peace. bratty at times, stubborn.. but equally a balance to her own torments. " .. some were deserving.. but not all of them. " and he knew that. but would he admit to it?

[flmed]

digits are thrumming deliberately upon the wooden surface as he waits for his meal to come–––––a sardonic muse abruptly flashes within his mind as he watches the other man has already eaten his food without waiting the other person; vexed, the entitlement within bateman's family is inevitable, however he would think that because patrick has invited him for lunch, he'd prefer to have tête-à-tête than devouring his meals . . . perhaps johann read into fictitious lines patrick always make far too much, thus he quips a caustic remark, or rather the truth nobody has ever dared to preach,

❝ have you ever heard about fathers always inheriting their anger to their child? you have your father's anger &. impatience, whilst your brother got his shrewdness, ❞ exasperation sigh, johann eventually leans down to the backrest whilst his bored eyes peering upon the waiters swaying around them however not yet have brought his order. he wishes they have picked an outside table thus he could smoke to veiled his boredom, albeit his musing has piqued patrick so a quick banter of slander is assured; of which makes his lips lilted into a beam,

❝ take it as you might be. i also have heard about how first born baby always look like their father so the father would agree to provide for the baby, however, if he doesn't, the baby's face will gradually resembles the child's mother, to show the father's incompetence–––––so. what do you think, would you like to be called as your father's baby boy, which means he is a responsible father, or rather your mother, which means your father is incompetence, despite giving you this job, of course. ❞ @americanedpsycho

‘  a  good  thing  that  at  least  one  of  us  resembles  him. ’    it  was  a  sting  to  receive  such  an  insult  like  that,  but  bateman  refuses  to  show  that  it  bothers  him.  ‘and  when  did  you  see  my  father,  hm?  we  both  work  here.’  on  the  other  hand,  sean  was  in  europe  for  the  summer,  and  both  of  them  were  keen  to  avoid  each  other,  only  dining  once  for  the  latter’s  birthday,  and  even  then,  he  didn’t  deserve  it.  his  father  barely  acknowledged  sean  at  times.  ‘  but  i  have  a  feeling  that  you  meant  it  in  an  insulting  way. ’  he  barely  looks  up  from  his  plate,  swirling  his  spoon  around  the  chocolate  mousse,  no  longer  feeling  hungry.  

@flmed sent: "i  first  saw  your  face  in  your  father's  gaze.  "    🏃🏻‍♂️

[jewelstole]

starter for : @americanedpsycho

she'll turn in her chair , powdering her nose in the mirror. " how can i miss you if you just won't go away ? "

[americanedpsycho]

you see patrick in the shadows staring at you. what do you do then?