Patrick Hockstetter x Reader fanfic(s)

The Carnival Games

(A/N: this was all based on a dream I had so if things sound off blame my brain I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

"Dammit," I cursed under my breath. We'd been stuck at this one carnival game for 30 minutes now, and still no luck. I wanted to play some different games while we were there, but Patrick was set on winning these toys for me.
     "C'mon babe, just one more go?" He said with a pleading smile.
     "No, we're wasting our time on this obviously rigged game. We're not going to get anywhere with this."
     "Fine," he said, "if we're not going to be able to win these toys, then I'll just have to get them another way."
"Patrick what are you talking abou-" I stop as I realize what he meant.
     "Oh no, you are NOT going to steal those toys," I try to stop him but it was too late. He was already climbing over the fence that separates us from the game. It was a bowling game. You get a ball, throw it down an ally, and if you knocked down all of the pins, you got a medium-sized stuffed animal. This was our tenth date, and he wanted to do something special this time. I suggested we go to the carnival, and he loved the idea. Once a month every year, the Seaside Carnival would come to town and set up on the boardwalk. So here we were, about to get kicked out of one of the only fun places in our stupid little town.
"I'll be right back," he said as he winked at me with that devious grin of his. He had already almost climbed the fence with no one noticing. How? With his lanky ass legs, I have no idea. Once he was on the other side, he waited until he thought the coast was clear, then he full-on sprinted toward three stuffed animals that were laying on the ground in the middle of an ally. There was a pink dinosaur, a green dinosaur, and a blue dinosaur.
Just as he grabbed the toys and thought it was safe to dash to the fence again, one of the carnival workers came out onto the floor.
     "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" He yelled.
     "Shit," Patrick muttered. He knew he had to get out of there fast, and climbing the fence again just wouldn't cut it. With the toys in hand, he swerved around the worker and dived into the employees only room. I was shocked. I just stood there trying to comprehend what just happened, when I feel a tug on my arm. It was Patrick.
"Babe c'mon we gotta go, now," he says, slightly pulling my arm away from the game and in the direction of the exit."But, what about the rides and other games-?"
    "Sorry, kitten, but we're gonna have to cut it a little short today" he hastily explains while tugging at my arm harder and harder.
    "There! those are the fuckers that stole our prizes!" We heard from a distance followed by harsh footsteps.
    I tried to look back at them but Patrick yanked me around. "Come on Y/N!" He said one last time, shoving 2 of the toys into one of my hand, grabbing the other and running toward the exit.
    "Get back here you bitches!" We could hear them yell behind us. They were getting closer. We ran off toward the giant swings, hoping to lose them in the tangles of all the swings. We swerved in and out of multicolored swing sets, our breath synced unintentionally. Once I thought we were out of danger, I turned around to see if anyone was still following us. As I did, I smacked straight into one of the swings. I fell to the ground, grabbing my head in pain and groaning.
    "Y/N-" I could hear Patrick realizing I wasn't behind him. All of a sudden, I was yanked to my feet by someone, I just couldn't tell who.
    "Now where did you think you going?" I recognized that sinister sneering voice anywhere
    "E-Erik? What are you doing here?" I stammer. Erik had been obsessed with me ever since he first laid his eyes on me in eighth grade. I hated his guts, but I never got to tell him that I got a boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend,
    Patrick Hockstetter.
    The psycho
    The creep
    The-
    ...
    The best person I've ever met.
    "I heard somebody was messing with my little bro's work, and I just happened to be around," I snap back into reality and start to feel a burning pain on the top of my head. I realized Erik was holding me up by my hair. I try not to scream in pain as tears start flowing down my face.
    "Oh look who's crying, boo hoo," he pulled harder, knowing how much it hurt, and I squeaked, still struggling to hold back a shriek.
    "What the fucks going on here" Patrick emerges from the other side of the swings, facing us with a face I know all too well.
    The face of pure rage.
    "Why the fuck do you care, Hockstetter?" Even though he was acting all tough, I could feel Erik's body get tense.
    "If you don't back the fuck away from her, I'm going to burn your goddamn face off," Patrick said in the most monotone voice possible as he pulled out his lighter. If I had been on the receiving end of that sentence, I would have ran far, far away from here by now, but Erik, for some reason, didn't budge.
    "Oh no, a lighter, how horrifying", he teased, "you really think a fucking lighter can do anything?" This was 100% the worst thing to say.
    I could see Patrick's face twist into more and more of a psychotic look and he reached into his bag and grabbed out his can of hairspray. He slowly started walking forward, one painful step at a time. I felt Erik's breath begin to quicken as he loosened his grip on my hair. I knew he wouldn't do anything because I was to close, and he would never put me in danger, but Erik didn't know that. Patrick got right up to his face, leaned over and whispered in his ear:

    "Run."

    Erik fully let go of my hair and ran away faster than I've ever seen anyone run before.
    Patrick helped me up and brought me into a tight hug. We just stood there like that, until we heard voices coming from outside.
    "You didn't tell me fucking Hockstetter was with that bitch!" We could hear Erik yell at his brother.
    "I didn't think it would be that big of a deal..." He said in a hushed tone.
    "Not that big of a deal?! I almost just got fucking killed because of you! Fuck you man!"
    We chuckled together and Patrick spoke up.
    "So, can we officially say this date was 100% ruined?"
    I laughed. "Yeah, I'd say so"
    "How about I call belch and the guys to come pick us up, and we get outta here?" He put a hand around my waist as we started to walk.
    "Sounds good to me," I say as we finally get out of there, toys in hand.

(A/N idk why I chose Erik, I looked up popular names in the 80s and that's was one of em so
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