#and Ralph is too cute and handsome for me to bear

[zappedbyzabka]

[cliffbar-booth]

pat fanfic part 2 ig

hey!!!! I'm back, and I hope you're excited for the second and final part!!1

for the first part, click here

this part is more realistic towards the book, as I find the book version of Bateman much more 3d and more fun to write (not to sound like a psychopath)

CONTENT WARNING (there's more than before):

sex, drug use, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE SUCH AS: BITING, BEING KILLED WITH AN ICE PICK N SHIT

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A NEED

"L/N? Hello?" you snapped back to reality, only to see Patrick Bateman himself sitting in front of you at the table. We were at Dorsia. He had taken me out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bateman- I was zoning out" you muttered, embarrassed.

"I see, is that why you were staring at me very.." he paused to think of a word to describe it. "..longingly?"

Fuck. Now what do I say?

I swallowed thickly, trying to quickly think of something, my eyes darting from my legs and back to the handsome man in front of me.

I shouldn't be thinking these things. I only know him from work. Barely.

--

PATRICK'S POV:

She stared at me, her eyes moving from her thighs and back to me, she looked concerned, as if she was going insane and wanted me to, what, verify it? I sat there, tapping my foot quietly, waiting for a response. Finally, a meek voice spoke and I assumed it to be her. I wasn't too focused on her or her voice, since I was a bit worried about my hair. I'd used a new mousse, and although it did smell nice, it had a different feel to it, and I was worried my hair looked off.

"uhm.. I was just zoning out, and thinking of something-"

What the hell kind of excuse is that? She seemed desperate. But, all in all, I was used to it. She was cute enough to want to bang her, so I'd stick around for a bit.

I nodded and adjusted the napkin on my lap, though it barely did anything to prevent spills on my 995 dollar Ralph Lauren polo wool twill suit. I pulled out a cigar and a lighter so I could smoke away the stress over my hair.

"Are we allowed to smoke in here, sir?"

Christ. Could she lay off the fucking formalities? We're at Dorsia. A place that hung up on me multiple times beforehand. Who fucking cares?

I sigh and take the cigar between my sharpened teeth, as I'd been doing a significant amount of biting to Tori and a little bit of Tiffany. I clear my throat and, with the cigar still in my mouth, speak to her unwillingly.

"Did you know that I'm wearing 60 dollar boxer shorts?"

Silence. Arctic, frigid silence. For once, I can't bear it.

--

We were at Paul Allen's apartment, since I wasn't finished with it. There weren't any cameras in his place, which I found boring, so in order to understand Y/N, I set my Nikon 28Ti up on a stand to record her death. She was tipsy, drunk, but not enough to have slurred speech. I was sober as hell. I think. I went to the restroom and scored a gram (cocaine) and had a few J&B On the Rocks. Otherwise, I was fine.

These next few moments were quick, since I was too focused on blood. Not just your measly amount coming from a cut, but rather gallons of blood. Like geysers of the stuff. Gushing out.

I find myself stumbling over words, pouring out my mouth before I can even think.

"Listen, I don't care if you've led a.. Good life, or not-"

Then, sex happens. An awesome and enraging montage at that.

I found out that she was on birth control, so that made me even more aroused, since I didn't need to use a condom and I wouldn't have to deal with someone like Courtney for the time being.

As she removed her clothes, I did too. She really just did whatever I told her. This position, that pose, et cetera.

As I fucked her raw and rough, she moaned, at a nice volume too. Though when she reached her orgasm, she screamed out, clawed, and scratched at my trapezius and latissimus dorsi (not literally under my skin, but you get the gist); as I'd ordered her to be very vocal when cumming.

I pulled out, hearing her weak whine following along. I spread her legs, gripping her thighs tightly, enough to leave a bruise and such. I leaned down until I was sure she could feel the warm sensation coming from my breath. I then, quite roughly, though not too roughly, bit on her inner thigh. She squealed and squirmed, though I looked up to her, some blood on my teeth from the bite.

Soothingly, I whisper in her ear after moving to her head for a moment: "It's alright, relax. Shhh."

She relaxed a little. I then began to delve into her wet cunt, lapping at it as if I hadn't eaten for days on end and gripping her thighs still. I felt her squirm under my grasp and she began squealing again. By accident, I was confused, forgetting that she could cum. I thought for a moment that I was biting her, which I wasn't.

Then, without thinking, I moved her so her thighs would be on either side of my head, and still gripping them, I pulled her down and continued lapping at her clitoris and vagina until she came.

Then, after letting her pant for a bit, I moved her so she was on her knees on the bed and I was almost standing, my dick in my hand. I opened her mouth with my index and middle finger and spat in her mouth. Then, I slipped my dick in between her lips and began to move my hips back and forth, my hand in her hair and holding her head in place.

I let out a small groan and continued to do the same until I came, panting quietly.

--

Y/N'S POV:

As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, a tear was rolling down my cheek, as I had a bit of a gag reflex. He stood up and got off of the bed, confusing me. He came back with an ice pick in his hands.

What the hell?

--gruesome part, reader discretion is adviced--

PATRICK'S POV (it's easier in this case)

I gripped the ice pick in my hands, and walking towards her, thinking of what words to carve. I didn't feel like torturing her, not today.

She seemed confused and nervous, so I got on the bed again and cupped her face with my free hand, shushing her and whispering in her ear the words: "it's okay, I'll let you go." I cringed as she looked up to me hopefully. I got up off of the bed and turned off the light.

--

Y/N'S POV:

He turned off the lights. Was he going to fuck me with the ice pick?

I sat there, my body rigid with fear.

Then, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach.

Then my chest,

Then my forehead.

And although the lights were turned off, I could see his smile, tight and almost fake. As if he was trying to smile.

And everything went black. I could no longer see his wicked smile.

BONUS:

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PATRICK'S POV:

As I turned the lights back on, I tried to pick up her body, though it was a bit difficult, owing to the body going into early rigor mortise. I slid her into a Polo Ralph Lauren Travel Duffel Bag, zipping the top and heading out the door to go to Hell's Kitchen to dissolve the body.

[whatadaze]

for some reason i just HAVE to listen to bon iver when i’m writing this au. it just gives the perfect shy!noah ~feels~ anywho, a continuation to this masterpiece

Liv doesn’t remember falling asleep but when she wakes up, she immediately remembers whose bed she’s in. And it’s not because she opens her eyes and sees his room, but because of the warm body she feels beside her,

the smell of Noah permeating through the sheets and up her nose,

and the steady breathing she hears coming from his side.

She’s surrounded by him and she can’t help but smile.

When Liv finally opens her eyes, she is taken aback by just how handsome Noah Boom is.

The way his hair curls and frames his face, the soft pink of his lips, and his long dark lashes. 

The smooth slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, and the slight dimples in his cheeks.

He might not be the conventional type of handsome, but to Liv, he’s the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen. 

(and that thought makes her blush.)

“Noah?” she whispers, even though she doesn’t really want to wake him. 

She holds in her breath, waiting to see if his eyes flutter open, but his breathing remains steady and his eyes remain closed. Liv lets out a breath and continues to study him, not really caring that Ralph is probably back home and she could leave. 

Because even if it’s for five more seconds, she is perfectly content with just laying in Noah’s bed and watching him sleep.

******

Maybe this is a bit intrusive, but it’s the least she could do right? 

After all, Noah could’ve easily kicked her out but he decided to let her spend the night. So making breakfast is nothing compared to his generous offer. 

Liv opens and closes the cabinets, not really sure where everything is, but eventually, she is able to find some tea bags and toast. Surprisingly, she also finds some jam, although it looks like it’d never been open.

She pops the pieces of toasts in the toaster and begins to boil some water in the kettle. 

As she waits for the water to heat up, she leans against the kitchen counter and is suddenly aware of how unused the kitchen looks. 

And as she continues to scan his house, she is aware of how uninhabited the space is—a stark contrast from Noah’s room upstairs. 

She begins to wonder more about the boy sleeping upstairs but her thoughts are interrupted by the loud shriek coming from the kettle. She quickly stumbles to move it off the stove and hopes that the sound didn’t wake him. 

Liv pours the water into two separate mugs and as she soaks the tea bags, the toasts pop out of the toaster. 

She is so consumed with the task in hand, that she doesn’t even notice that she isn’t alone in the kitchen anymore. Some time between her getting lost in her own thoughts and the shriek of the kettle, Noah sauntered downstairs and remained frozen by the doorway. 

Liv turns around to grab the jar of jam and it’s only then that she finally sees him.

“Fuck!” she shouts, almost dropping the jar. “You scared me!” 

Noah’s face reddens and he takes a step back. 

“S-Sorry I didn’t-” he stutters. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just-”

Liv takes a deep breath and suddenly bursts out in laughter.

“It’s not your fault!” she says, clutching her stomach. “Wow, I don’t remember the last time someone scared me like that.” 

And it’s like her laughter is contagious because soon enough, Noah is laughing alongside with her.

The sound of his laughter catches Liv’s attention and she settles down just enough to say, “That’s the second time,” she says, a proud smile on her face. “That I made you laugh.” 

Her comment makes his face go red again and she offers him a mug. 

“Tea,” she tells him. “It’s the superior hot dink, remember?” 

He accepts the mug with a shy smile and hesitantly takes a sip. 

Liv watches as he contemplates the taste of the tea before raising her own mug to her lips. 

“Hm,” he sighs. “I think I still like coffee a bit better...but this is okay too I guess.” 

She smiles at his words and slides the plate of toast towards him. 

“You really have no food in here,” she tells him. “I didn’t want to invade your kitchen but it took me a good ten minutes just to find this. How do you survive, Noah?” 

She’s partially joking but genuinely curious. Maybe it’s because she is the one who usually cooks at her place, always making enough food for Ralph even though he never asks. It’s just something she liked to do she presumes.

Noah shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite of the toast. 

“I’m never really home actually,” he finally says. “Only in the mornings and nights. I guess...I eat out most days. I’m not that great of a cook.” 

Liv takes a bite of her toast. “Well lucky for you, I am an excellent cook. Next time, you should come by my place and I’ll prove it to you.” 

Her offer makes his face flush again, but at this point, Liv assumes Noah isn’t even aware how cute his reactions to her really is. And she can’t help but push his buttons ever so slightly to get those reactions from him. 

“Kidding,” she says, laughing at the surprise on his face. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, Noah. I feel like I’ve already made you do so much for me already.” 

But to her surprise, Noah quickly shakes his head, almost coughing up the piece of toast he had swallowed in the process.

“N-No,” he says, taking a few steps towards her. “I like it.” 

Liv straightens up at his words. 

“I mean,” he continues, taking in a shaky breath. “I like to do these things...for you. It’s not..I don’t mind.” 

And now it’s Liv who’s blushing and she takes a sip of her tea to hide it. 

But her eyes never leaves his as she watches him over the rim of her mug, and his eyes never leave hers either. As she sets the mug back down, she sends a warm smile his way before propping herself up onto the counter.

She pats the spot next to her, urging him to take a seat beside her.

“There’s chairs...” he mutters, pointing to the barstools right beside her.

This makes her laugh again and she reaches out for his arm to drag him towards her. 

“It’s more fun sitting like this sometimes,” she says, giggling at the way Noah struggles to lift himself up.

But eventually, he manages to do so and their sitting side by side, each holding a now lukewarm mug of tea and half eaten pieces of toast. 

“This is nice,” she sighs, closing her eyes and basking in the warmth from the sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows. “I think you’re almost there, Noah Boom.” 

She opens one eye to peek over at him and sees him staring at her curiously.

“Almost where?” 

She closes her eye again and a soft smile graces her lips.

“Almost at the point of trusting me,” she says. “I can feel it.”

******

When Liv finally returns home, Ralph is sitting in the living room—decked out in his bear onesie and watching one of those crappy reality tv shows. 

And normally, she would make fun of him for it or beg him to change the channel, but today she doesn’t care.

“You look especially happy, Livvie-Love,” he says, a suspicious glint in his eyes. “Care to share?” 

Liv hangs up her coat and tries (and fails) to hide her smile. 

“Nope,” she tells him. “Some things are better left as a secret.” 

She sends a playful wink his way and rushes to her room, her fingers itching to write down the lyrics that had been flowing in her head since this morning.

The lyrics that remind her of him. 

[stargazer0701]

(So I’m writing this at 3 AM as I can’t sleep so please bear with me for any mistakes. 😅)

This comic is so cute!! Of course the comic’s canonicity is questionable at best, but I’m going to take it as a fun idea. I think it would definitely be in character for Elsa to try to learn new things especially things that she deprived herself of while she was in isolation. I love her uncertainty in the second panel of the third page and it is definitely an in-character Elsa moment. I also find it in-character and so cute for Anna to help Elsa with learning how to dance. I can totally see it happening!

Though I will say, my question is, where is Kristoff? I don’t think he would be too thrilled about Anna dancing with another man. Also correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the royal titles are also incorrect as I thought “Your Majesty” was reserved for the King only. But eh, I’m just being nit picky about that. Haha!

Now this is going to be a hot take, but I think it’s also cute that Elsa is skating with the handsome and sadly unnamed Prince at the end. I think it would be cool if these two struck up a genuine friendship and, dare I say, possible romance later on. Yes I do ship it now. Haha! Hey, what can I say? I’m a sucker for shipping ships that definitely are not popular. But I do think Elsa needs more relationships outside of her sister, both platonic and romantic.

Truthfully, I’ve never been happy with who Elsa has been shipped with in the franchise and even outside of it, but I have found that I ship Elsa with more characters outside of her movies than within them. Personally, I feel as though that no one within the franchise really understands Elsa enough for her to seek a relationship with them, especially regarding her powers and what she went through growing up. I think it would be really neat if Elsa was able to find a friend/partner that understood her in a way that not even her sister was able to. Elsa even says in Show Yourself “Are you the one I’ve been looking for all of my life?” which really says to me that Elsa does desire a relationship where she can be understood on a level that she has not been able to yet. I actually came up with my own Frozen fan character to give Elsa that chance to find someone that she has that deep personal connection with. I never drew him or shared his story as I was very afraid people would get angry with me over it, but I think I might go ahead and draw him as I would really like to share him with you guys.

And on the subject of shipping Elsa with someone, my main ship for Elsa is of course a crossover crack pairing but I won’t get into detail as I know it is definitely not everyone’s cup of tea. However, I will say my second favorite ship for Elsa is Elsa x Ralph from Wreck-it Ralph and I wish that we could’ve gotten more interaction between Elsa and Ralph in Ralph breaks the Internet as I think those two would make quite the cute couple for many reasons. I think even Jennifer Lee ships it which makes me squeal with delight.

So on that note, who do you ship Elsa with and why?

frozen comic “dancing day part 1 and part 2“