#& patrick bateman. * americanedpsycho

[victoriousfidelity]

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

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

[n0velaes]

@americanedpsycho, liked for a one liner from emory scott.

" pain is just weakness leaving the body. "

[ac1nums-moved]

@americanedpsycho, patrick bateman sent to nina riva: i never said i would help you.

nina looked at patrick with a mixture of disappointment and determination in her eyes. it wasn't the first time that it happened. she shouldn't be surprised by that right now. how could she be? he already stated that he only care about himself and not the others. she sat up, taking a deep breath to control the emotions bubbling inside her. " patrick, " she began, her voice calm but full of undeniable firmness, " i never asked for your help, and i wasn't planning to. if you think i'm here to beg for help, you're dead wrong." she paused, letting her words echo in the tense air between them. " but know that i don't need you to succeed. i mean, have you met me? i've never needed anyone to achieve my goals, and i'm definitely not going to start today. if you don't want to be on my side, fine. but don't expect me to give up or ask you anything. " her gaze was intense, sending a clear message: she was ready to face the challenges ahead of her, with or without patrick's help.

[ac1numa]

@americanedpsycho, patrick bateman required a starter from nina riva.

nr. in the heart of new york city, amid the dazzling lights and upscale ambiance of a trendy restaurant, nina found herself seated at an exclusive table. dressed in an ensemble that effortlessly combined sophistication with a touch of edge, she radiated an air of success and confidence. her eyes, sharp and observant, scanned the room, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city's elite. it was the first time she found herself entangled witth the elite of manathan. something she was sure her father would be proud of. something she should hate but deep down, she has to admit that it was a change. she needed that. envied that even. as she leisurely sipped on her martini, she couldn't help but notice a familiar face in the crowd, patrick bateman . a man known for his meticulous attention to detail and his own brand of charisma. his presence intrigued her, and a subtle smile curved her lips as she lifted her glass in a silent toast. " patrick, " she greeted, her voice carrying a blend of warmth and intrigue. " what a surprise to see you here. i hope you're not just here for the ambiance. perhaps you're seeking something a bit more… exhilarating tonight ? " her eyes glinted with a playful challenge, aware of the underlying currents that often defined encounters in the fast-paced world they both navigated in.

[sylksheeeee-a]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “

𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.

as if they hadn't spent several hours in bed everyday.  as if he hadn't recently just claimed her , marking his initials into her flesh while they made love.  as if patrick wasn't her savior  &  she didn't worship the very ground he walked on , or his body.  no , aniela knew that patrick already knew the answer , but he wanted to hear her say it.  so she gives him that little smile that she knows he adores  &  she nuzzles her nose ever so softly against his cheek.  ❝ 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗁 , 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. ❞

𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 / always accepting !

[devilscheck]

@americanedpsycho sent ❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

ASKBOX FUN TIME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

His words brought a wicked smile to her lips as her eyes shifted from the man in front of her to him. They both knew well enough by now that Jennifer was more than capable of taking care of situations herself, but there was a chivalrous edge that came with the ask. The sheer disappointment she had in humanity could have a flicker of hope to know someone else would gladly get their fingers dirty for her, even if there were ulterior motives towards it.

"That's quite the offer," Jennifer hummed, her head tilted to the side as her teeth ran over her bottom lip. Her brow arched for a moment to look as though for a split second, she was going between her options. "What did you have in mind? You're always so creative when it comes to that."

[sylkshe-a]

@americanedpsycho / aniela & patrick !

But are you?

Prospect (2018) dir. Christopher Caldwell and Zeek Earl

[insidi0summoved]

@americanedpsycho 〃 starter call : not accepting

" We're not so different after all.  Rather amusing, isn't it ? "

[sylkshe-a]

✧˚ ˖  @americanedpsycho  —    “   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 for ani. ;))   ” / ACCEPTING !

     𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 , 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄.

honestly , she should have expected it , but mr. bateman was always full of surprises.  teeth gnaw at her bottom lip for a moment , contemplating whether or not she wants to follow the rules this time.  but she knows that she must , though —- no one said anything about keeping eye contact , so she smiles & casts her gaze downward , watching her fingers fidget in front of her.           " smash. i would smash... " 

[victoriousfidelity]

@americanedpsycho said: "You look like you've got something to say." an assortment of dialogue prompts. | accepting.

"Well they've got terrible taste in art, for one thing." Nicole confides from behind the rim of her glass, a smirk threatening to form as she catches Patrick's eye. She inclines her head just slightly to indicate the object of her criticism: what seems to have been an attempt at a portrait, though the canvas itself is predominantly made up of various shades of red, the subject's face hovering ominously within.

[n0velaes]

@americanedpsycho required a shippy starter from nina riva.

nina stood at the edge of the cliff, the pacific ocean stretching out before her in a vast, glittering expanse. the sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the cool breeze whip through her hair. " you know, " she said softly, not turning around, " i used to come here with my dad. he'd tell me stories about the sea, about the waves and the creatures that lived beneath them. " her voice was tinged with nostalgia, a rare moment of vulnerability. she felt patrick's presence beside her, a comforting warmth against the evening chill.

[ac1nums-moved]

@americanedpsycho, patrick bateman required a starter from nina riva.

" no one throws a beach party like a riva. it's practically in our blood. "

[ac1numa]

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜ / nina

nr. it wasn't the first time that her heart skips beat around patrick's presence. her organ seemed to know when someone as interesting and as intriguing as him was around, that was for sure. it didn't stop nina to smile at him, her eyes meeting patrick's, with a hint of amusement. " well, patrick, you've got a sharp eye. it seems my heart has decided to take the lead in this conversation. must be eager to match the pace of your intriguing company. or perhaps it's just doing its happy dance. it knows quality interaction when it feels it. " she chuckled, allowing a playful tone to lace her words, " either way, i hope it's not causing too much of a disturbance in your sophisticated world, mr. bateman. " / @americanedpsycho.

[inspotlight]

❝    i    dunno,    it's    kinda    just    a    creepy    vibe    you    put    off.    ❞    she    says,    shrugging    her    shoulders.    she    probably    shouldn't    feel    so    comfortable    around    someone    who    gives    off    a    vibe    she    describes    as    creepy,    but    her    moms    have    yet    to    act    like    he's    actually    dangerous,    so    she    just    sits    down    on    the    floor    with    her    little    bowl    of    popcorn,    curling    her    legs    into    a    crossed    position.    ❝    maybe    someone    who    actually    likes    true    crime    could    tell    you    some    in-depth    analysis,    but    i    tend    to    put    in    my    airpods    and    ignore    those    when    mama    and    mommy    turn    them    on.    ❞

❝  this  generation  is  known  for  its  insanity  probes  and  individuals.  ❞    he  wants  to  know  if  she  knows.  ❝  what’s  insane  about  me?  ❞  he  wants  someone  to  have  the  guts  to  say  who  he  really  is.  ❝  why  can’t  others  see  it?  ❞  

[cartelheir]

@americanedpsycho : don’t look at me like that. + you're making a big fucking spectacle of yourself.

" oh, i'm sorry. am i embarrassing you, mr. bateman? " the way her voice raises in volume and drips with sarcasm leaves no room for interpretation: she doesn't give two shits about who might be listening, or about potentially embarrassing him in front of others.

it's a company party. it's not like she expected to be at patrick's arm, introduced to all these higher-ups and colleagues and business associates as a girlfriend, or whatever it is that they are. what she did not expect was for him to barely say two words for her; or perhaps the worst of it was him showing up with some pretty blonde in tow. patricia is used to men showing her off, even too much at times ━━ to be treated as a trophy to be showcased, a symbol of his success, rather than a human being. it beats being treated like a dirty secret to be locked away from view.

" i'm going home. " how will it look like for him if the secretary leaves right after a heated argument? patricia doesn't know nor care. she's sure he can come up with an excuse for whoever asks. " if you try to stop me, i'll show you just how big of a fucking spectacle i can make. "

[belayadeath-goner]

STARTER CALL ft. PATRICK BATEMAN @americanedpsycho

SHE'S MADE HERSELF COMFORTABLE ON THE COUCH, LEGS STRETCHED OUT AND FEET RESTED ATOP THE COFFEE TABLE. emerald hues had been scanning over a magazine he'd previously discarded, only for her to leave it as well and settle for relaxing with nothing but the stereo on. by the time he arrived back to the apartment after work, it was to the tune of vivaldi. “  your mother called. she wants us to come for dinner on friday, ”