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First things first, I am currently posting a multi-chapter fic taking place within the universe of Scream (1996) titled “Awakening Nostalgia.” This will be posted on my Ao3 “SpookyBeanWrites”
Next, I am returning from a nice, long writing break in the midst of if I was working on “Awakening Nostalgia,” but now I feel fueled enough to write more short stories 👻
These stories will be updated in my “Bedtime Stories” collection! Here are the most recent stories posted:
Self Reflection: Patrick Bateman x Marcus Halberstram x Explicit Content
A Nightmare in Seventh Heaven: Freddy Krueger x Fem Reader x Explicit Content
Pit-Stop: Richard Joshua Reeves “Satanic Slasher” x Male Reader x Mature Content
I am taking any recommendations for shorts! I do write a lot of horror villains, but I have been open to writing protagonists within a horror universe!
If you wish to see anyone in particular come to life hit the “we all float down here 🎈” in the bio and let me know 🫶🏽
Lastly!!! I know it’s INSANELY early to be talking about Kinktober lol BUT I am already mapping out who I may write some old and some new 🤭
Also taking recommendations for characters to write because this year I’m finishing this project as early as I can 😩 right now I still need a few extra characters so don’t be shy tell me who you like!
With that that’s all my updates! Stay tuned for more writing and updates! Thanks for taking the time to read this and…
RELATIONSHIP: Patrick Bateman x Marcus Halberstram
SUMMARY: Patrick Bateman was a wealthy, successful investment banker who maintained his pristine appearance using only the finest fabrics and self-care products. Due to his extreme desire to fit in, it was no surprise that Paul Allen kept mistaking him for Marcus Halberstram, a person who shared more similarities with Patrick than just looks. (PART 2)
WORDS: 2,019
TAGS: American Psycho (2000), Business Partners, Patrick Bottoms, Marcus Tops, Bathroom Sex, Mirror Sex, Anal Sex, Passionate Kissing, Self-Discovery, Self-Acceptance, Self-Esteem Issues, Spanking, Sneaking, Spit as Lube, Masturbation, Creampie, Cumshot, Marcus Loves Patty, Patrick is Babygirl, EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+
“Next time, all you have to do is ask.” Halberstram clutched the nape of Bateman’s neck, feeling the heat of his flustered body. Pulling his defined back into his sculpted chest, the two lean, muscular men were stuck together by the beads of sweat that formed on their bodies. Halberstram, with no hesitation, sank his face into Bateman’s scent. Holding Bateman’s neck firmly, he knew his plan after today was to fuck him every chance he had.
Bateman peered into the mirror, seeing that the only thing that separated their appearance was Halberstram’s icy gaze, which kept them frozen despite the heat of the moment.
“I’m gonna make you mine, Bateman.” Halberstram shuddered as the words could hardly escape since Bateman’s tight ass choked his cock just as he was doing to him. Nodding in agreement and desperately, Bateman agreed to admit to himself that the resemblance between him and Halberstram went deeper than what he’d seen now in the mirror. So many layers and so little time, as they couldn’t occupy the restroom much longer. But Halberstram didn’t care, refused to even have an ounce of it, too, as he finally had his cock in a place that felt just as comfortable and warm as his home.
“God dammit, Patrick. You’re sucking me in, Princess.” Halberstram slowed his pace, not wanting to come too fast, since all his meetings were finished. No more calls or emails. His time now belonged to Bateman. And even more so as he heard the murmur of syllables that sounded familiar to his name.
“What was that?” Halberstram’s smile was innocent as he watched Bateman in the mirror. His hands glided up his rippled abdomen as he achingly reached for his nipples, feeling the need to channel more of the pleasure that surged within his body. Its energy was so powerful that he needed to control it before he exploded from its strength. Bateman murmured again, the fabric of his shirt growing damp with his drool as he bit down hard because Halberstram’s bite was no bigger than his bark. He meant what he said, even with the few words he exchanged, and his dick proved it with every hard thrust he made Bateman his.
Bateman spat out the shirt, whimpering into the restroom, filled with the quickening claps of Halberstram’s pelvis clashing into his ass.
“Ahhh, Marcus. F…fuck.” Bateman hungrily licked his palm, and, clutching his erection, he fucked himself to the view of Halberstram, so passionately pleasing him. The gentle rest of Halberstram’s chin on his shoulder, his softened gaze, and the smirk that watched Bateman’s pumping hand as he added to the pleasure he already felt by being stuffed by Halberstram’s cock.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you, Bateman.” Halberstram kissed Bateman’s shoulder. The two of them moaned helplessly, their breaths occasionally caught as they wondered for a moment if they’d be heard. But when the pleasure, the intense attraction, overflowed their bodies, they announced their pleasure again with more erotic tones of their love.
“All you had to do was ask.” Bateman said in a low, inviting tone. With his head turned toward Halberstram, he left him with a gentle kiss on the cheek, smiling against his warm skin.
“I’m not surprised you’re a fucking smartass, Bateman.” Halberstram smacked Bateman’s ass, and this time, not holding back with the concern that they could be heard. In fact, it excited him just thinking about how right now he had the prettiest man in the office wrapped around his cock. Whimpering like a helpless puppy, jerking off to him fucking him senseless. Halberstram slapped his ass again, more excited, riled up with a flash of heat summoning from the soles of his feet. Patrick released a sound as he could feel the pain, but felt the goodness in finally obeying a side of himself he had hidden for too long.
“Again.” Patrick begged, his forehead leaned against Marcus, and within the moment, he wasn’t just Halberstram, another broker who did the same as he. Spank. Dressed the same as him. Spank. The man whose eyes he drowned in was Marcus, a reflection of him he had seen looking into his lake-blue eyes. Every glance Bateman took when his eyes found him through the mask he wore day to day, it was a self-discovery. Every studied glance Bateman had revealed who Patrick was to Marcus.
“Always watching me with that beautiful fucking face as if you hate me.” Marcus reached into Patrick’s silky hair, holding tight, and he pulled his head back into his shoulder. His gleaming skin shining beneath him, and just behind his milky skin was his vein that pumped profusely with every deep thrust Marcus fed him. Biting gently down into Patrick’s neck, Marcus panted as his tongue uncontrollably hovered over his salty skin.
“I don’t hate you. I envy you, Marcus.” Patrick grabbed his cock with both hands, crying out with a lustful whimper as he heard his confession. Right now, fitting in didn’t seem like a strain. Patrick didn’t need to; he could just be.
“Oh, but Princess, we’re the same.” Marcus moaned deeply as he let go of Patrick’s hair, now cupping his chin, and guided him to the mirror to see their vulnerable reflection. Somehow, they still managed to keep their glasses on, their skin shimmering under the warm fluorescent lights as their bodies grew warm with their fiery love. If steam could rise from their bodies, the restroom would have become a sauna. Marcus looked into the mirror, eyebrows sunken in lust as he watched Patrick greedily strangle his thick cock and ravenously stroke himself.
“But I won’t forget that you said that, Bateman.” Marcus smacked Patrick’s ass, sparking sensitivity in his reddened skin. Patrick smiled flirtatiously at Marcus in the mirror, admiring the view of him outside the office. To no surprise, that same confidence reflected back at him in the mirror.
“You’re so fucking hot, Marcus.” Patrick bit down on his lip, both of them looking down at his leaky tip as a long string of himself dripped from his pulsing tip.
“Ahh, Patrick. Baby, look at you.” Marcus furrowed his brows unbelievably hard as he’d seen Patrick extremely desperate. His cock showed proof that he couldn’t take the pleasure, and so much that it flowed out of his pulsing tip like a breathtakingly beautiful view of a misting waterfall. Patrick's precum hung from his fleshly pink tip until he ran his hand into the stream of his sticky arousal and coated it along his wet shaft. Marcus squeezed Patrick’s hips, his fingers feeling the definition of his slim waist. He felt so fueled with the desire to come inside Patrick, he thought his grasp could crush him. Digging into his skin, Marcus fucked Patrick harder, looking down at the bruise that was beginning to emerge on his skin as well as the way his ass pushed into him.
“You’re so good, Bateman. So fucking tight.” Marcus released a deep groan like the pleasure became strenuous, and he couldn’t manage the effect it had on his body. Patrick’s ass clenched tighter around him, pulsing every time his body jolted from almost feeling his orgasm consume him.
“Fuck, Marcus I—" Patrick’s body started to convulse as his biceps flexed, pumping faster. He watched Marcus tilt his head toward the burning lights. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he licked his lips and swore softly under his trembling breath.
“Come inside me, Marcus.” Patrick whined, and the need in his voice made Marcus immediately lift his head, finding the lips that granted him a wish he had always hoped for.
“That’s a good boy, Bateman.” Marcus and Patrick grunted loudly as the clashing of their bodies grew faster, more consistent. Marcus’s fingers dug so deeply into Patrick’s skin that his flesh could have become his, making them one. With one final grand thrust, they both melted into each other, moans whirling with another as they finally came. Patrick stroked his cock faster as he felt the fullness of Marcus’s cock pulsing inside him. Every throb stretched him open as the heavy cream of Marcus's cum filled him up.
Marcus dipped his knees, pushing his hips against Patrick as he stuffed his cock into him as deep as it could go. Emptying himself into his tight ass and holding him steady, Marcus couldn’t handle the constant squeezing of Patrick’s ass. He came with him, peering into the mirror, he could see the fountain of cum that spewed from Patrick’s strawberry milk-toned tip. It made Marcus note that the next time he’d have a taste of that.
“Ohh, fuckkkk Marcus.” Patrick lifted slightly to the balls of his feet and collapsed onto the sink counter, bracing himself with one hand. Marcus fed him one more soft, long stroke before he retracted away from him. Shuddering as Patrick felt glued to his sensitive cock. Marcus fell onto Patrick, their hands side by side as he took a moment to rest on his warm, soothing back. Transporting to a place where they had been in bed, this is where he would have easily fallen asleep with him.
“Damn, Halberstram.” Patrick lifted his hand that wasn’t supporting himself as he held Marcus's weight and saw the shine of his sticky, white cum all over it. Turning on the sink, he washed his hands, and as he began to tidy himself, Marcus lifted himself from Patrick’s warmth and pulled up his trousers.
As Patrick did the same, he hissed when he felt the brush of his pants over his bruised ass. “Dammit! Marcus, look.”
Marcus slipped his arms through his sleeve and turned Patrick towards the mirror to see that on the once flawless skin, Patrick’s ass lay a patch of inflamed skin he knew would leave a mark. The heat still radiated as Marcus soothed it with a gentle caress.
“I’m sorry, Princess. Maybe I can take you to dinner to make up for it.” Marcus adjusted Patrick’s pants, his fingers skillfully finding their way to make him decent while his eyes never left his bashful gaze. Marcus wrapped his arms around Patrick, holding him with an embrace he wasn’t familiar with. Warm, longing, and welcoming, Patrick raised his arms and cinched them around Marcus, and when he felt the relief in Patrick as he exhaled, he knew that it was a yes.
“Then I’ll give it a kiss.” Marcus playfully tapped Patrick’s ass, and the two of them broke away in laughter, finishing the attempt in trying to look like they hadn’t fucked in the restroom. Luckily for Patrick, the wet patch on his shirt that hadn’t dried from his jaw-clenching bind was hidden by his suit jacket. Smoothing out their clothes, they both looked at themselves in the mirror.
“My handsome bachelor.” Marcus faced Patrick and adjusted his tie until it was perfectly aligned with the rest of his attire.
“Don’t be late, Halberstram.” Patrick pushed up his glasses, and once Marcus took a step back to see the final product, he couldn’t help the slip of a moan that fell from his lips.
“Trust me. I won’t be, Bateman. I’ll know where to find you. See you later, Princess.” Marcus’s voice was, in fact, a promise, and so was the grip of his hand, easing his cock as it bucked now, knowing what was beneath Patrick’s suit. Before he grew too excited, Marcus left Patrick with a kiss on his now-cooled forehead, then unlocked the door and swung it open without a care for who might’ve seen him or why he’d been in there so long. To him, he’d hit the jackpot, and he wasn’t afraid to flaunt his winnings.
Patrick turned toward the mirror, taking one last glance at himself. The person staring back at him was no longer coasting through life or simply not there. Patrick had awakened from a coma, now knowing exactly who he was. Right behind Marcus’s exit from the restroom, he walked out with a different stride, thanks to the man who’d seen himself in him.
Thank you to everyone who has read I really appreciate you! I had to do a second part to this, my creative juices said to keep going lol.
This will also be on my Ao3 "SpookyBeanWrites" and it's part of my collection of shorts "Bedtime Stories."
Feel free to check out the stories I currently have, and I'm always open to taking requests! Thanks again for reading pookies 🖤🖤🖤
RELATIONSHIP: Patrick Bateman x Marcus Halberstram
SUMMARY: Patrick Bateman was a wealthy, successful investment banker who maintained his pristine appearance using only the finest fabrics and self-care products. Due to his extreme desire to fit in, it was no surprise that Paul Allen kept mistaking him for Marcus Halberstram, a person who shared more similarities with Patrick than just looks.
WORDS: 2,108
TAGS: American Psycho (2000), Business Partners, Patrick Bottoms, Marcus Tops, Bathroom Sex, Mirror Sex, Anal Sex, Passionate Kissing, Self-Discovery, Self-Acceptance, Self-Esteem Issues, Spanking, Sneaking, Spit as Lube, Masturbation, Creampie, Cumshot, Marcus Loves Patty, Patrick is Babygirl, EXPLICIT CONTENT 18+
Phones ringing and keys clacking across keyboards as hurried fingertips responded to urgent emails and engaged in pointless conversations that became the mask hiding who every investment banker was. Patrick Bateman would stare at the faces of everyone in the room, wondering whether the façade he had been upholding was as accurate as everyone else’s. Every man is similar yet unique in ways he can’t yet prove. Each hairstyle and cut of the suit and tie was a homonym for how, even if they’d wish to be better than the next man, they are of the same rank. Which is why he works twice as hard to distinguish himself from the others.
Yet, when Paul Allen walked into the conference room, chipper and disgustingly confident in ways Bateman wished he were, he grimaced, and the rage traveled to his palm, which relaxed on the cool, jet-black leather seat beside him. Fingertips digging into the sleek material as he tried to subtly recline in his seat. Allen’s ecstatic voice pierced the room as he flaunted his recent reservations at Dorsia. Other colleagues who sat across from him, such as David Van Patten, Timothy Bryce, and Craig McDermott, whispered to one another about their curiosity as to how Allen managed to snag a reservation at the notable restaurant on the busiest evenings of the week.
Bateman wanted to shove his fingers through Allen’s scalp, gripping his muddy brown hair, letting the strands smear across his palm as he slammed his head into the desk. Thud,Thud. Bateman could hear the crackling of Allen’s teeth as he crushed them into the conference table and the squelching of his idiotic brain as it combusted beneath his raging palm. Dissociating into the wistful idea of showing the pack who was alpha by repeatedly bashing Allen’s head until his maroon, red blood covered the beautifully polished table like a cloth dripping gorgeously at the edges made Bateman’s heart flutter with deep passion.
“Halberstram, how the hell are ya?” Allen’s perfectly sculpted jawline pointed towards his chin, which confidently nodded. Bateman offered a weak smile, cheeks pushed up towards his eyes, revealing his true feelings—anger, jealousy, sadness. Bateman tuned out his colleagues’ conversation with Allen, feeling invisible and retreating further inward. In an instant, he cloaked himself with invisibility, maintaining his sense of being unseen until the man Allen mistook him for entered the room.
Marcus Halberstram was another banker at the firm. Furthermore, did the same exact job as Bateman. The pair mirrored each other, wearing similar high-end frames that sat above their noses. Their suits were tailored to their athletic bodies, which lay beneath the stellar fabrics. The pair also shared a similar hairstyle, in which their cocoa-brown hair was smoothed back to accentuate their sculpted jawlines. Halberstram caught Bateman’s glare, feeling the wrath of his intense focus, and this wouldn’t be the first time. Bateman was furious about the confusion and his inability to be himself. No different than the others that polluted the conference room. His simply trying to fit in wasn’t enough. Let alone good enough, as he had no individuality that could separate him from Halberstram.
“Allen’s a fucking idiotic bitch.”
Bateman muttered in his enraged mind as Allen finally left the table and the room. He festered with gory images of ways to end Allen’s life for mistaking him for someone far from who he was. Bateman watched the radiant confidence emanate from Halberstram as he engaged in fluent conversation with two of his colleagues. The wave of his hands suggested self-assurance. He was acutely aware of who he saw when he looked at his reflection. Halberstram continued to feel Bateman's attentiveness as he ignored the exchange of business cards at the conference table. He wondered what lay behind the constant observation Bateman gave him when he was near.
While Halberstram strides into every room, Bateman always tries to draw a connection between them. It was clear that the confusion stemmed from the fact that he and Halberstram did the same thing. They even worked on a few accounts together and sat through the same mundane meetings. Bateman had begun to realize they were near each other more than he thought. Even when he’d been enjoying lunch with other colleagues, if Halberstram had been passing by, Bateman’s eyes would naturally flicker toward him, and he would light up like a luminous flashlight, finally having laid eyes on the dashing subject.
Just as he did now, squinting with laser focus that burned through his transparent frames, Bateman watched as Halberstram walked out of the room.
“Something wrong, Patrick?” Luis Carruthers said from beside Bateman, hands clasped as he nervously inched forward toward Bateman’s personal space, which reeked of distress.
“You’re sweating.” Carruthers continued. Bateman had forgotten he’d even been sitting beside him, or that anyone was around him, for that matter. The only people in the room over the past time had been Halberstram and him.
Frantically, Bateman dug his heels into the floor, pushing himself away from the table with a force that could have worn out the wheels of the chair. He slicked back his hair, cleared his throat, and excused himself from his colleagues and the conference to storm into the restroom. Navigating through the busy crowd, Bateman felt overwhelmed by the week's end hustle and bustle, but when he finally reached his escape, a wave of relief washed over him.
“Bateman. How’s it going?” Halberstram flung his paper towel into a trash bin, lips curled into a closed-mouth smile as he turned toward the bathroom door to find Bateman’s rosy cheeks and widened toffee eyes. Halberstram waited in the silence, watching a shift in Bateman unfold. Eyes rich and intense, unbeknownst to Halberstram, because Bateman had gotten him alone.
Bateman reached behind himself, locked the door, and closed the gap between him and Halberstram. He adjusted his glasses, seeing somewhat of his reflection looking back at him. For the first time, Bateman saw Halberstram as Halberstram always saw him—similar yet distinct in their own ways. For example, as Bateman moved closer, wishing to snap Halberstram's neck, he was distracted by the subtle sparkle of sapphire in Halberstram's eyes behind the glasses. The sparkle was so vivid that Bateman thought it was just the reflection on the polished glasses, but no, it was-
“Bateman?” Halberstram whispered softly, trying to recapture the warmth of Bateman’s crisp autumn gaze that had left him when he called out. Halberstram wondered if he would finally have the moment he yearned for with Bateman. All the prominent eye contact, the intense focus, had been near but so far. Finally, Bateman followed behind him, hopefully with the reason he wanted.
Bateman watched Halberstram, his eyebrows furrowing with worry, and the small eleven wrinkle between them deepening. His lips parted slightly, allowing Bateman to smell the cool mint of his breath. The cologne that sparked nostalgia in him, Halberstram’s scent, made him choke on his words and even his actions. Bateman froze in amazement at a beauty he’d never studied before. The statue, magnificently sculpted and defined, was a true masterpiece.
“Patrick?” Halberstram stepped forward, fully immersed in the dream he’d always envisioned, a scenario he imagined while watching Bateman from afar during meetings. His excitement was obvious; he was eager to find out if Bateman shared his feelings. Bateman's reasons for following him were to prevent Allen from ever confusing them again, as he fully intended to kill him. But as Bateman viewed himself through the crystal-clear frames of Halberstram’s frames, he also looked beyond them and recognized that, despite some differences, he and Halberstram shared certain similarities that neither could deny.
Halberstram cautiously leaned toward Bateman, awkwardly raising his hands to his rosy cheeks until their lips met. Each kiss was tempered by the heaviness of their breaths as they inhaled desperately.
“Ahh, Patrick.” Halberstram moaned between deep kisses, running his hands through Bateman’s hair, finally able to feel its softness. Velvet, every strand coated with the luxury of his high-end hair products. Halberstram relieved himself of his suit jacket, not caring that it fell onto the disgusting floor, as the only thing that mattered was Bateman finally stepping into a spotlight where he could be seen. Where they could both witness each other in a great performance of a deeper connection.
Bateman did the same, shedding the weight of his suit jacket and quickly fiddling with his belt buckle. His fingers cracked the code to releasing his stiff erection, and it was promptly solved as Halberstram couldn’t wait any longer and guided Bateman to the sink countertop. Unbuttoning Bateman’s well-ironed pants, Halberstram, with one great tug, released the hefty erection that hid underneath the zipper of Bateman’s trousers.
“Fuck, Bateman. You’re a big boy.” Halberstram clutched Bateman’s waist, turning him around and guiding him to plant his palms on the counter. With a dominating spank, Halberstram slapped Bateman on his bisque-toned skin, which blushed pink as the sting lingered.
“Quiet down.” Bateman pushed up his frames, frowning as he looked in the mirror at Halberstram, who’d begun to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Halberstram revealed his chest, his tie still sloppily around his neck, while his button-up shirt fell from his shoulder and landed at his elbows. His biceps flexed, prominent and filled with the strength to make Bateman his.
“It’s a fucking rush hour out there, no one’s going to hear how well I’m fucking you.” The corner of Halberstram’s lip quirked as he saw Bateman bite his to hinder the smile forming on his face. Bateman alleviated the heat within his body by also unbuttoning his shirt, his nipples hardening immediately as he felt the cooled air hit against them.
“Take it off.” Halberstram demanded, spitting into the palm of his hand and stroking his cock as he watched the discipline of health and fitness reflect on Bateman’s body. As Bateman’s shirt was held in his hand, Halberstram took it and stuffed the fabric into Bateman's mouth.
“Since you’re so concerned about noise.” Halberstram whispered, leaving Bateman with a kiss on his earlobe. He stepped back, cock glistening with his spit and precum as he pumped faster at the godly sight of Bateman’s sculpted back. Cut, defined, and immensely lean, Halberstram was in awe at what lay beneath those expensive labels. Continuing to look through the mirror, Bateman found the plumpness of Halberstram’s cock. His throbbing tip continuously pokes through the tight squeeze of his palm, dripping with arousal after every stroke. Bateman couldn’t control the heavy groan that reverberated deep from his throat, which was slightly muffled by the shirt he bit down on.
“Ready for me, Bateman?” Halberstram removed his shirt entirely, tossing it on the counter and risking getting it wet from droplets of water left in the sink. Each of Halberstram’s brawny hands squeezed onto Bateman’s ass, and with a gentle spread, he looked at the purity of Bateman’s taint. Halberstram pursed his lips, spitting exactly where he needed to be, and once he grabbed hold of his unbearable erection, he gradually eased himself inside of Bateman, watching as his ass was slowly being stretched open by his thick cock.
“A..Ahhh, fuckkkk.” Halberstram was hardly halfway through feeding Bateman, and already he felt as if his cock was on the brink of asphyxiation. He couldn’t find the words to describe the cinch of Bateman’s ass around his cock, but he knew it was better than any pussy he had ever been in.
“I know you’ve been watching me.” Halberstram shimmied completely into Bateman, smirking at the yearning within Bateman’s gaze as he marked his territory. Slow and with ease, Halberstram's hips found Bateman’s plump ass, the two of them groaning in sweet agony as Halberstram gradually eased his thick cock away from him and steadily pushed it back in.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Bateman. Tightest pussy I ever felt.” Halberstram joked lightly, chuckling breathlessly as he caught the exaggerated eyeroll from Bateman that was quickly cut short as he thrust into him at a quicker pace.
Bateman watched as Halberstram’s tight pecs pushed together as he fucked him faster, harder. He could feel the strength in his hands as he clenched onto his waist tightly, pulling him back into his trimmed V-cut abs that pointed to his slicked cock, and with every powerful thrust, Halberstram watched Bateman’s ass pounce on his pelvis. Every time their skin touched, it sent an echo of clapping into the restroom, and as Halberstram predicted, because of the noise on the other side, no one was going to hear how well he was fucking Bateman.
Of course, I rewatched American Psycho for the hundredth time, and, of course, my brain went in wondering who else I could ship LOL. I can't believe I never paired Patrick and Marcus. Now I must let this consume me and find more people who have done the same. 😩😩😩😩
As always, thank you so much for reading! This will also be posted on my Ao3 "SpookyBeanWrites" and you can look through more of my short stories in my "Bedtime Stories" collection.
Couldn’t resist writing another part for this! PART 2 coming up soon! Plus, more short stories to come!
Allen has mistaken me for this dickhead Marcus Halberstram. It seems logical because Marcus also works at P&P and in fact does the same exact thing I do. He also has a penchant for Valentino suits and Oliver Peoples glasses. Marcus and I even go to the same barber, although I have a slightly better haircut.
