so i watched American Psycho recently (what better way to spend valentine’s day night amirite??) and wow… satire AND 80s music?? tubular to the max… how could i not be into this lmao
patrick bateman: *licks a strawberry icecream he got from an icecream truck* hm yummy ice cream
his internal monologue: look at me . eating processed flavoring. There is no strawberry in here. It’s but a pastiche of the real deal. An ice cream with artificial flavoring, a momentary joy. Tested countless times in a lab, masquerading as if it’s authentic, genuine. Me and a strawberry icecream are alike in that sense: gentle on the outside, palatable and unassuming. The only difference is that I don’t come with nutrition facts advising of any warning signs concerned parents will scan over, and by the time I strike, itll be too late
disclaimer i have never seen this movie I just think the soul of this guy possessed me
disclaimer revoked i just watched this movie and this was dead on
Warnings: strangulation, dark thoughts, and violent thoughts.
Word Count: 2k
American Dream
Cam’ron Lexington played by Saweetie
Chapter 01
You would think someone like me was raised by abusive parents, in a poor neighborhood, and that maybe I got pregnant at a young age. Maybe you even assume I struggle with my sexuality which led me to feel embarrassed about myself, but none of that is true. I came from a very wealthy family, well as wealthy as a Black Family can be at this time, I’ve never had to struggle a day in my life. I was living the American dream as a Black woman, what are the fucking odds.
I was the smartest kid in my class, always got straight A’s, and never late a day of school. Well until one day in 7th grade, but that was because my sister Eileen took an extra 27 min in the shower than normal. It pissed me off, it ruined my whole day, and when I came home, I decided I was going to attack her with that same body cloth. I walked into her room while she was sitting at her mirror combing her hair, the white cloth hanging off my manicured finger. The best part about this was, she didn’t even see it coming, when Eileen finally looked up from her dresser, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She never really noticed me, always in her own little bubble when I was right in front of her, that cow.
“Oh shit Cam’ron you scared me, anyway, wanna help me with my hair?” I nodded my head, too enraged to say words, I remained calm on the surface. She starts to run at the mouth about her day, and about what her stupid friends said about her stupid outfit.
“Finally Darron noticed the lavender showergell I use, the water has to be really hot in order for it to wash off,
but it was worth it.” Eileen said
Eileen was talking so much, I almost forgot about her taking her slow ass time in the shower that morning. I grabbed the body cloth, and quickly wrapped it around her neck. One would think there’s no way to actually strangle someone with a face rag, but the trick is to get around under the chin area. That airway can be cut off quicker than the neck itself, and that’s the mistake of the human body. Eileen is only 3 years older than me, and she’s taller than me by a foot. I was a bit uncomfortable by the height difference once she tried to get up to get away from me. The second she used her strength to try to fight me off, she got weak.
Her eyes were turning red, and Eileen’s once fair colored skin was now turning red on her face. My heart raced with excitement, I could see the horror in her hazel irises, the way the whites of eyes turned to a bloody red. Panic spreads across her features when she realizes that I’m not going to stop, I had such perfect attendance. Nobody had better grades than I did, nobody had perfect A’s across the board like I did.
Now that’s gone, all the effort I put into getting up on time, and planning my outfits the night before. Just a waste of time.
Eileen was no longer able to support her body weight, she went limp for a while. I thought she had died, so I let her go, and her body fell lifelessly to the floor. I just stood there and looked at her, I felt absolutely nothing but satisfaction in the moment. Then, I could have sworn I saw her neck twitch, I reached down to touch her pulse. Sure enough this heffers heart was still beating, what an asshole, it’s just like Eileen to steal my moment.
“Why?” Eileen croaked out, I rolled my eyes. She’s ruining the fantasy of me almost killing her by talking. Now I couldn’t even pretend she was dead.
“Because you made me late to school you stupid cow, a perfect attendance record, to match perfect grades. Now it’s ruined all because you had to wash your asshole twice as hard in the shower so some stupid boy would notice your pathetic ass. Gosh you’re just so desperate.” I hissed at her, it felt good to let it all out for once, I’ve been sitting on that all day. Elieen passed out again on her pink rug next to her vanity chair, I left her there on the floor. The next day she told our parents everything, now us being a Black family, I got away with it basically, my parents couldn’t be bothered with one of their children having a criminal record. All I had to do was promise to go to therapy, which I absolutely hated, and till this day I still imagine chopping her up, and throwing her body into the sea.
I wake up at 5 am every morning, that way I have enough time to shower, and do my skincare. It’s easy to look this good when you’re naturally beautiful, but I go the extra mile to stay that way. A woman’s outward appearance is power, the more beautiful you are, the more confident you are.
“Cam'ron come on in here please.” Patrick’s charming, yet eerily calm tone spoke into my phone on my desk. I got up from my desk, and I tried to pull down. That did nothing, my breasts were about a double D cup, so I pushed them up just to give some extra bounce to them.
I sashayed my way into his office, his eyes already on the door. I stand in the doorway, Patrick motions with his hand to come in closer. I came into his office all the way closing the door behind myself, he commanded me to come and take a seat so I did. Something about his stare gave me shivers down my spine and made my vagina clinch. I wasn’t looking for love from Patrick, I just have this continuous fantasy of him pounding me ruthlessly into some silk, luxurious sheets. Pure lust, that’s all, he’s always watching me in such a predatory way. I noticed he didn’t pay much attention to the other women around the office, and I liked that. Though I know about his girlfriend, and his side hoe, which made me want to rip my ears off everytime he mentioned them.
“I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while, I’ve just been so busy, but Cam'ron would you like to go out? A night on the town to do absolutely whatever we may get into.” Patrick says vaguely, something in his tone made me feel uneasy, yet excited somehow. I remained calm, though my heart felt like it was about to beat right through my rib cage.
“I- why? I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m not shocked, but aren’t you into white women?” I asked
“Cam’ron, I love all women, the color doesn’t matter to me, what I like about you…is your attitude.” Patrick smirked, he came to sit on the edge of his desk, he watched for my reaction.
“What if I had a boyfriend?” I folded my arms, he chuckled slowly, leaning forward towards me.
“You don’t have a boyfriend, women like you don’t do relationships, you want someone to prove that they can tame you.” Patrick grabbed my chin, jerked my face to meet him, I’ve been his assistant for almost 2 years. He flirts with me every once in a while, I usually didn’t think anything of it, every boss I’ve had has tried to sleep with me. That’s one of the reasons I got passed to Patrick to begin with, but I’ll get to that later.
“Is that what you think? That you can flash a few dollars at me and I’ll shake some ass, psh please.” I rolled my eyes, actually I was more than ready to let him walk me like a dog if he so desired. There’s no way I could give it up that easily though, I could tell it was agitating him by the way his eye twitched a little.
“I’ve got more than dollars Ms.Lexington, and you’re going to shake your ass because that’s what you want, you’re just waiting for the chance to be the little slut we both know you are. You think you can just come into a working environment dressed like that, skirt above your knees, and your tits out. You’re a real piece of fucking work Cam, and you know it.” Fuck me please, fuck me right now please! Patrick clinched his teeth, the grip on my chin tightened, the little bud between my legs was starting to throb, I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Slowly he let go of my chin
“So, this is what we’re going to do, I will be by your house at 8:00 pm, not 8:15, not 8:45. We’re going out to an Asian restaurant. Wear something black, you look good in black, and I trust your fashion sense. Don’t let me down.” He pulled back smoothly, a smile growing on his face as if he didn’t just scold me, checking his expensive watch Patrick chuckles.
“Well, looks like it’s time for your break, I wouldn’t want to keep you.” Patrick walks me to his door and opens it for me. I stop briefly half way through the door, the distance between us a few inches between. I didn’t say anything, I adjusted his tie a little bit, he didn’t look away. My eyes stayed focused on the tie, slowly I lifted my head to meet his animalistic stare. The thrill of knowing he’s dangerous makes my head spin.
As I stand by the coffee machine during my break, I think about all the wild things Patrick, and I might possibly get into. I turn to go back to my desk when I bump right into Sharon, her hot creamy latte spilling all over my suit. You stupid bitch! Don’t you have eyes you whore! I clenched my teeth, I know this big mouth, farm raised, grass feed ass hoe did this on purpose! I breathed out trying to calm myself, Sharon opened her mouth to apologize.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry, maybe you can just wash it later?” She asked hopefully. I wanted to repeatedly punch her in the face with my fist until she bled.
“It’s a Chanel suit Sharon, you can’t put it in the washing machine.” I squeaked out the last part trying to hold back my volume, some people had turned their heads watching. I was known around the office for my ugly attitude, in fact I had bounced around to a few bosses before I got to Patrick.
“Wow, that’s designer, I usually shop at JC Penny for my clothes.” Sharon said, I was seething, I couldn’t go back to my desk looking like this. Patrick will have a bitch fit if I embarrass him, I check the time to see I have a few minutes to run down to my car. I had an extra outfit for emergencies, so I shot out of the building, outside to my Tesla in the parking lot. In the back was a neatly hung three piece suit, this one was a Saint Laurent pants suit. Not as expensive, but still some money nonetheless, when I got back to my floor in the building. I go into the women’s bathroom, I don’t waste time going into a stall, I strip right there in front of the sinks. I hear a toilet flush, and out walks Michele, she’s the assistant that replaced me for Paul Allen. From what I hear Patrick hates him, and therefore I hate him too, I hate his new assistant even more.
“Gosh Carmen, go to a stall, no one wants to see your fat wide ass.” Michele chuckled as she washed her hands, I slowed my movements, watching her through the mirror. If I had time right now I’d fucking stab you to death with my heel, and send you right to hell you cunt.
“It’s Cam’ron, not Carmen, didn’t they teach you anything at the expensive ass school you went to? Or were you too busy kneeling down in locker rooms?” I spoke loudly, my chin tilted, I put both my hands on my hips. I stood proudly in my bra and panties showing off the curves she wished she had, Michele just gasped. She puffed out air from her cheeks and stormed out, I continued to get dressed, I decided to keep my pearls on. I took my ruined suit, folded it up, and wrapped the plastic from the dry cleaners around it. When I make it back to my desk I hide it in my top drawer. I let out a much needed breath as I fell back into my seat, I looked back at Patrick’s office.
For the rest of the day I continued to answer phones, and jot down notes, to leave for Patrick till it was time to leave. I didn’t know what to expect tonight, but I was ready for the thrill.
Request:“…could you do an imagine where Patrick is obsessed with the reader. You’re a really gorgeous newly hired employee at the company and are very fashionable.”
Pairing:Patrick Bateman/Black reader
Details:This is in modern times. Also tailored it towards the requestor @mysticalfairytales
Patrick heard about the new lawyer they hired at the firm. He was interested in meeting them - but didn’t want to seem eager. He just wanted to size him up is all.
…The new lawyer is a woman? Why would they hire a woman? Wall Street and stocks had no place for a girl to fit in, they weren’t logical enough to understand all the nuances.
️All these misogynistic thoughts came to a halt when be saw you. He needed to take in your appearance.
Well, first, you were black. Very obvious. Also obvious was how pretty you were.
Pretty wasn’t the right word. Downright gorgeous was a better description.
What was not obvious was the outfit you wore. Only the finest and most fashionable could spot it. Patrick would often shop for his ex to make sure she had on an acceptable outfit. He knows a Bottega Veneta dress when he sees one
‘Look at the lovely color of her skin contrasting with the dress. The tasteful thickness of her body shape. Oh my God, she’s even has on Jimmy Choo.’
From that point on, you had him hooked. It started out with him walking by to see your outfit every day. Yves Saint Laurent, LV, Dior, and was that Oscar de la Renta?
✒️He started to talk to you. You were extremely intelligent. To the point where most things went over his head - but he would never admit that.
He followed you. Everywhere. He knew where you lived, shopped, and dined. Even on social media (with some fake account).
When you two started dating- he was in bliss. A woman on his level of vanity and cleanliness. He knew appearing at places with you would boost his rep. Starting with your first date being at Eleven Madison Park.
