I can see him nailing all the weirdo beatbox bits. He discovered them when he found a few of their cds in the glove box of one of his victims car. He decided to keep them because he liked the album covers.
Patrick Bateman
Wham!
I know in the movie his favorite band is Huey Lewis and The News and in the book it’s Talking Heads but I feel like he’d also be obsessed with Wham! It’s got the same vibe.
Lester Sinclair
Marty Robbins
Bo is a country fuck boy while Lester is an old country country boy, so he'd be listening to all the ballads. Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs is constantly being played in Lester's rust bucket of a truck.
Brahms Heelshire
Beethoven
Nerd alert! Nerd alert! Bro is listening to all the classics. He claims it's because it keeps himself focused when in reality, he gets overwhelmed by all the words in most songs.
Bubba Sawyer
Johnny Cash
Just like Lester, I feel like he'd also be an old country country boy. I mean out of all his brothers he's the only one doing much. But anyway, I feel like he would enjoy the stories told in Cash's songs especially Folsom Prison Blues (love that song T-T).
Could you do a oneshot where reader is Patrick Bateman's girlsfriend and she gets kidnapped so Patrick goes to save her?
This is why I don’t socialize
(Tw: kidnapping, murder, stalking, Patrick being Patrick, gross behavior from a gross man, mentions of SA)
“Get home safe, please,” Patrick pleaded as we stood at his apartment door.
“I will,” you promised him, like you did every night you leave his apartment. Every night you two have the same conversation as you leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you give him a quick kiss and leave his apartment.
Patrick watches you walk past his window and waits a moment before leaving his apartment as well. Unbeknownst to you, every night you leave his apartment he fallows you home. Just to make sure you get home safely. This night was no different, you walk a few paces ahead of him and he keeps a low profile. Stopping when you stop, ducking into allies when you look behind your shoulder, the whole 9 yards.
As you’re walking, a car pulls up to you and the man driving it rolls his window down. Fearing that whoever is in that car will blow his cover, Patrick ducks into an alleyway.
“Hey, have you seen a little rat dog around here?” The man asked.
“No, not around here at least,” you responded.
"Well, I've been searching for hours, and I just can't seem to find him. Mind hopping in and helping me look?"
Dread fills Patrick's body as he listens in on the conversation and before he can stop you, you're already in the man's car driving away.
The next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of must. Slowly opening your eyes, you realize that you're not at home. You're in some sort of basement. The room is dark, the only light coming from a small hanging lightbulb that flickered every so often. You try to move but your hands and feet were tied to the chair.
"About time you woke up, I was getting a little impatient," a familiar voice said. Then a figure stepped out of the shadows of the basement. It was the man from last night, or what you think was last night. He was a short, pudgy man with no neck whatsoever. "You've been out for a while, a few days even," the man went on as he got down to your level, "thought I was just gonna have to have my way with you while you slept, though I didn't want disturb you, you looked so pretty when you sleep, so venerable and easy," he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand. You wanted to say something, to bitch him out, beg him to let you go, scream for help, anything, but with all the duct tape on your mouth all that came out was just muffled sound. "What beautiful plaything I'll turn you into," he muttered but just then you hear hard thud. The man's eyes widen as his blood splatters on your face. He falls to the ground reveling Patrick behind him. Patrick takes the axe he just lodged into the man's head and stuck him a few more times, screaming incoherent profanities at the now lifeless body. Once he was satisfied, he took a deep breath and looked over at you.
"This is why I don't socialize."
(AN: HOLY MOLY! That took me literally forever to write and I really do apologize for that. Hopefully, I'll pull my shit together so if you have a request my inbox is in fact open.)
You could meet the prettiest, most beautiful woman in the world with the biggest heart and boobs, but her comfort movie is either Midsomer or like Human Centipede.
Arguing with Patrick can be hit or missed sometimes.
It’s can either be really tame, cut and dry argument
Or it can be a hours long screaming match accompanied with things getting broken and the police being called
Once the police are called, that’s usually the sign to put the argument to an end
The master of the silent treatment.
After an argument he could go days without talking to you and when he does occasionally say something it’s something super condescending and passive aggressive
You have to basically beg him to talk to you again
If he doesn’t end up ignoring for a week, arguments usually end in very angry and rough sex
You will always be the one apologizing afterwards
“I’m sorry” or even just “sorry” is not in his vocabulary
Although his way of saying sorry is buying you expensive things or taking you out to Dorsia
Sorry this took so long, I’ve been caught up with life and work and shit but hey at least I got it done. Like always the gif and border are not mine and if you have a request my inbox is open
Hiiii, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Patrick sees someone get a little too close to reader and murders him? 🔪🩸🫶
You belong with me
(Sorry for the Taylor Swift reference, Im not a swifty but it’s one of the few songs I can stand and I didn’t know what to title this lol, TW: murder, Patrick being Patrick)
Your pov
I sat at my desk, mindlessly typing away at my computer. I wanted nothing more than to get the day over with but the minute passed like hours. As I attempt to finish the paragraph, I hear a knock on my office door.
“Yep” I called out as the door opened, it was Paul.
“Hey y/n, how are you doing?” He asked, taking a seat in front of me.
“Meh, I just want to go home. It’s been a long day,” I laughed with my face in my hands.
“Oh I hear ya,” he says, flashing a grin, his teeth seemed a little too big for his mouth. “Now I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight?” The question was accompanied by another big tooth grin.
“Listen, I would love to but-“ I was cut off.
“Oh come on like you have anything to do after work, pick you up at seven, yeah?” It wasn’t a question. He got up and started for the door.
“Paul I-“
“See ya!” And with that he closed the door behind him.
Before I could process what just happened, there was another knock on the door.
“Yep,” I called out again but instead of Paul, Patrick walked in. He sat down across from me and put his feet up on my desk. “Yes?”
“You and Allen seem to be getting close?” This was more of a statement rather than a question.
“I mean I guess, what does it matter to you?”
“It doesn’t,” he said plainly and got up and left my office.
Patrick’s POV
I don’t know why but it does matter to me. For some reason I can’t live with the thought of Paul being so close to y/n,
“Hey Paul,” I leaned up against his cubicle walls, I took note of them, “nice set up you got there.” I picked up what seemed to be a family photo and examined it.
“Uh thanks I guess,” he took the photo out of my hands and placed it face down on his desk.
“God I can’t remember the last time I sat in a cubicle let alone worked in one,” I let out a laugh.
“What do you want?”
“I was wondering if you could stop by my place-“
“Nu uh uh uh, can’t. I got a date with y/n tonight,” he interrupted.
God he really has a problem with interrupting
“Yeah yeah, I’m sure you do, look it’s about your report, there’s something I need you to change.”
“Why can’t we talk about it right now?” He asked, confused.
“Because how can we discuss work matters without a drink or two?”
“I guess, as long as you make it fast,” he finally gave in.
Later that night, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was Paul.
“Ah Paul come in, come in,” I stepped aside to let him in.
“Thanks for inviting me, but really we have to make it fast. I’m supposed to pick up y/n in 45 minutes,” he walked in taking his coat off, “are you renovating?” He asked taking note of the plastic sheets that cover every part of my living room.
“Sure. Can I get you a drink Paul? You look like an old fashion kind of guy.”
“Uh sure.”
I walked to the kitchen and poured him his drink, but before I went back to the living room, I crushed up a handful of downers and dissolved them in his drink.
“Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?” I asked him.
“There ok i guess,” he replied, taking a drink.
“Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.” I started to ramble as I popped a CD in the player.
“Hey Halberstram.” I could tell Paul’s speech was beginning to slur. The drugs were taking effect.
“Yes Allen?”
“Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?”
“No, Allen.” I was in the kitchen at this point pulling on a raincoat. My ax was hidden behind the door frame.
“Is that a raincoat?” Allen laughed.
“ Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself,” I took the ax and walked up behind Allen. I raised it above my head, “Hey Paul!”
He looked behind him at me as the ax came crashing down into his face. Blood splattered all over my face and body.
“TRY TAKING Y/N ON A DATE NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!”
I caught my breath and regained my composure. I cleaned up the scene, took a shower, did my skin care, and went to bed.
Part 2??? I’ll probably do a part two. Sorry if it’s not entirely accurate yk, I need to rewatch the movie. If you have a request my inbox is open and as always the gif and divider are not mine.
(I’ve been trying to do this for each character but I’ve been caught up with life and request but here I am lol. Enjoy)
Spotify
I feel like he would absolutely loose it when he sees the sheer amount of music in their library. What do you mean I can listen to almost any song ever created!?
“What a break from the ads?”
I feel like this would infuriate him beyond belief. “If I wanted to listen to a commercial every two songs I would have just listened to the radio!!”
DoorDash
I feel like he would never leave the house again and just eat DoorDash for the rest of him life
Netflix
He would be a chronic Netflix binger. “Just one more episode.” “Yes I’m still watching you dumb shit!”
Sorry it’s so short lol. If you have requests my inbox is always open and as always the GIF and divider are not mine
He tries not to be too clingy bc he sees it as “un-masculin” and thinks you should be the one all over him, not the other way around
Sees himself as the catch not the fisherman if you catch my drift
He’s only clingy when he’s uber tired or uber drunk
When he’s tired he would definitely hug you from behind while you’re doing something and rest his face in between your neck and shoulder
Like a this ⬆️ situation (I’m so sorry I couldn’t find a better GIF lmaoooo)
Follows you around the house trying to get you to go to bed
Once he finally gets you in bed he will hold you as close as possible
If he could get you under his skin he would
Now when he’s plastered, that’s a whole different story
He is allll over you
He’s like a leech for affection
But hey, the sex is good
Actually takes takes his time with you
Although in the morning he won’t remember and decline it ever happened
Sorry for the late post, life kinda kicked my ass for a second, crashed my car. But hey, life’s good right now. If you have any requests my inbox is open and like always the GIF and divider are not mine
(Ahhh my first request!! TW: smutty themes, possessive themes, Patrick being Patrick lol. I can’t control what you consume on this app but 18+ is recommended)
This man gets jealous as easy as he gets horny (sometimes at the same time)
He will become overly “affectionate” in front of the guy or girl. For example slapping your ass or just straight up groping you
Reactions may vary depending on your reaction
In a perfect world he expects your reaction to some one other than him flirting with you is to punch the person in the face, kick them while they’re down, all the while spitting in their face while insulting their entire bloodline
But this isn’t a perfect world
If you seem to do nothing about the other persons advances, he will make you pay for it in the bed room.
This would include him being very rough, degrading, cum denial, leaving marks all over your body, and stop as soon as he cums and only he cums (hey maybe you’re into it lol)
Afterwards he will track that person down and kill them
If you’re openly uncomfortable with the other person’s advances, he will respond in one of few ways
One he might openly be hateful and mean towards the other person until they go away
Two, he might have his way with you right in front of the person
Or three, and we all saw this one coming, he might just straight up kill the guy.
No matter how he reacts tho, it will end in sex and murder
Well I hope you liked it Anon! I tried my best lol. Like always the GIF and divider are not mine and if you have any requests, my inbox is open!
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