Patrick Bateman x Readers | imagines

The Killing Moon

The moonlight shone through the darkness of the night and lit up the sidewalk of Manhattan; Your shoes clicked on the ground, as you left the apartment building. You didn't have a 'grand' job. You worked at some office building filing paperwork, but granted, it made money enough for your style to be fairly expensive. You look down at your watch, a silver Rolex which glistened against your skin from the moonlight. Your hands, as well as arms, all slender but you had a strong handshake for someone such as yourself. Enough of that, let's explain why you're walking down the streets of manhattan at about 10 o'clock at night.

You had to meet a friend, whom you went to college with years ago. Courtney. She was so sweet and caring, you both got along quite well. One thing about her though, is she is an absolute airhead! She one time called you about leaving her new expensive* kitchen ware from Bloomingdale's at a resturant. (*though, expense to her means nothing, she was drunk on a wine cooler when she called.)

You finally got to the place you promised to meet. Barcadia. It was just a fancy resturant people would go when they didnt have a table at Dorsia* (*just another restaurant, you knew it to be incredibly hard to get into. Trust me, you tried already.) You checked in with the formally dressed man at the front, he stared at you, judging you. He pointed to your table and you nodded thankfully despite his mean mugging face. You saw courtney already seated and you gleefully ran up to her.

"Courtney!" You said, which made her turn and smile up at you. She was very pretty, her eyes were sparkling like diamonds. Not that you were complaining, but when you sat near her, you felt just as attractive as her. "Y/n!" Courtney squealed in glee as she got up and hugged you. This made several people turn and stare with judgement she was that loud. "I'm sooo happy to see you! How are you? How's work?" She asked pushing and shoving questions onto you. "I'm glad to see you too! I'm great, and work is just fantastic!" You said, forcing a grin despite work being complete ass. "Great! Great! So, I wanted to ask--" Courtney hummed, sitting back down as you say yourself. "-- Are you going to tomorrow night's party? You know at Timothy's work?* It's at 7, I hear-- Evelyn and a few others were going." She happily clapped her hands, then lowered her voice as she asked. "Evelyn? From college? The woman who's marrying--" You thought then snapped out of it.. Timothy Price. Another person you knew, who was quite rude and loud-mouthed. He was always passive and aggressive from what you remember, but that makes sense for such a rich prat. "Duh!" You said as if she already knew the answer, which caused you two to giggle. After a while of talking, you both said your goodbyes, left and went your own seperate ways. Now, you needed an outfit...for a party you didn't really wanna go to. But, appearances count to your friend group.

You got home, and put your keys down on the table beside the door. You undressed your coat, and stretched. You let out a groan of relief as the safety of your home washed over you. You walked over to your answering machine, and clicked the button on it. The large gret box with the three buttons was hooked to your rotary, making it convenient for when you left the apartment. The messages played, one being from Courtney, another from work. Nothing important, so you headed to the bedroom and undressed into your favorite pajama set-- Calvin Klein to be exact-- and sat on the bed. You griped, thinking about what to wear to the party. Formal? Casual? Formal-Casual? This was hard, considering you had a LOT of clothes. You sighed and decided you'd wear that new outfit you bought from the clothing section at Bloomingdale's last week. It fit you quite well, so you might as well put it to use.

--Time Skip to the next morning---

You woke up with an outstretched of your arms, and yawned loudly. God, the party was tonight and you wanted it over! You threw yourself out of bed, and stumbled into the bathroom quickly. You didn't even check the time, you had all day. Today is Saturday-- a day you don't work. Time was going quickly, 12 o'clock then 2 o'clock...next you know it's 5:30 pm and you're rushing to do your hair and face. What a happy camper you were! Not.

---Time Skip, At the party---

You walked into the building it was held in, "Pierce & Pierce: Finances and Acquisitions" the sign read over top the door. The place was full of familiar faces, a few friends whom you waved to. You saw Courtney with some tall man with his brown hair gelled back. They were both talking discretely, almost like they weren't supposed to. The man turned as you approached them, then you put your hands up defensively with realization they were in fact talking about something they shouldn't have. "Shit, sorry, Courtney I didn't realize--" You muttered and stepped back. The man stared down at you with dark, piercing brown eyes and sharp edges for cheekbones and a jaw. He looked annoyed that you were near him, really. "No, no Y/n, me and Patrick here, were just done talking." She beamed, shooting a glare at this Patrick guy before smiling happily at you. The man huffed, annoyed, and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah we were." His voice boomed over you. His cheek bones, holy shit. He looked so attractive it made you sick. Like physically sick to look at him. Which he noticed and snickered before turning and walking away. Something felt wrong about him, but you definitely felt like you were going to run into him again. You snapped back from thought as Courtney dragged you to a separate area from the rest of the guests. "Y/n, I have a secret to tell you!~" She laughed quietly, and snickered before holding your shoulders and staring you in the eyes. "I'm sleeping with that guy," She moved her eyes, almost as if gesturing to the other room where Patrick was. "WHAT? Courtney no! What about-- That's wrong!" You gasped out and she gripped you tightly. "I dont like Louis, I thought you knew that already?" She squeaked out in disappointment, and let go of you.

Louis Carruthers, was just some bubbly, eccentric, man you knew from Courtney. You dont even know why she was marrying him, even if she was sleeping around all the time. "Hey wait--" You started then she put you to a halt. "Don't even ask that, I know what you're going to ask. Haven't you ever heard of appearances?" She retorted and crossed her arms. "Yeah yeah, and does Louis know?" You snickered loudly, and she groaned. "Whatever L/n! I'm going to take a lithium and go home." Courtney said annoyed, and walking away. She was known to be taking lithium, it made her basically brain-dead when she did. You sighed and walked away to the drink table. You grabbed a drink flute of what tasted like non-vintage "Châteauneuf-du-Pape" which was just fancy labelled french red wine, that still tasted mediocre for such a price it was sold at. You stared into the wine and then that someone ran into you. "Watch it, you prat--" You hissed quietly, and quickly looked up to see those empty eyes again. Patrick. his eyes stabbing into yours as you looked up at him. Which, made you jump in fear. "Oh..Sorry I thought--" you said meekly then he cut you off. "It's fine." He said dryly, then mumbled something you couldnt hear. "Bitch," is what it sounded like, but you were too busy thinking about something. Should you ask him about Courtney? Maybe he would have some kind if input. "Hey, Patrick was it? About Courtney I--" again, he cut you off. He sighed loudly, holding back himself from snapping and it wasnt obvious but you can see sweat form on his forehead. "What about her? Is this about that rumor? No. I'm not sleeping with her, and No I'm not with her. Dont you have other people to talk to? I'm busy." He said quickly with a fuming scowl of annoyance, turning on his heels and walking off. What an ass! He lied to you, especially since you knew he was now, then walked off.

After a while of talking with a few acquaintances, You sat down and relaxed in thought. At least the decor was pleasant...until someone blocked your view and hovered over you. Patrick a-fucking-gain. What could he possibly want? You look at him questionably. "Can I sit here?" He asked, one hand in his suit pants pocket and one hand pointing next to you. He looked tired and bored. "Oh yeah, go ahead." You nodded with a sigh, and scooted over. He plopped down right next to you. You looked ahead but felt his gaze ripping into you. Repeatedly.

---Patrick's POV---

I sat down beside Y/n on the leather booth seats of absolute no brand. The damned thing hurt my back when I sat on it. It certainly wasn't from Bergdorf's...Lucky enough to be from Sears. The springs in the back of the couch would push into your spine, making you feel like you're a pincushion. When I sat down on it, i just imagined someone, something clawing their way out of the leather just to take me into the void of this ugly, uncomfortable, cheap cushioned seat alone. I look over at them, smirking. They weren't half bad, maybe I could take them home? I can't stop imagining their head in my freezer, which made me grin profusely. It would be a perfect fit.. Imagining myself waking up to get my ice pack from the freezer, that was right beside their precious, bloody, decapitated face. But certainly, I should worry about how I can get them to go along with it, or even me. They always look intimidated by my stare. Which intrigued me.

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A/N this one will be in parts, maybe just 2. Most of the chapters wont be seperate though!