The Jealous Brother (Vic x Fem!Reader)
Anon fic request: āCan you do a lil story where Patrick has another sibling and Vic likes them and Patrick goes all protective on them PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF MY SANITY ā¦. Sorry Iāll be going nowā
A/N: It took a lot of my strength to not make this a (metaphorical) dick measuring contest between Vic and Patrick. I think for the sake of a narrative, Iāve had to tame Patrick a little bit from his canon-rational characteristics or else Vic would have ended up in a d*mn hospital. Also, this isnāt exactly accurate to the request, Iām sorry. Itās just that itās difficult for me to write protective Patrick without him literally murdering Vic, so, itās more on the implication of protective Patrick. Hope you donāt mind that this fic is closer to the canon actions of IT: Chapter Oneās portrayal of Vic and Patrick as opposed to the book canon characteristics.
Warnings: Swearing, Patrick is scary Patrick so Iām sure you know what to expect from him, Henry is sexist an asshole who makes inappropriate comments about girls, ect. Thereās also mention of Greta being harassed by Henry (I believe in the 2014 script they were either together or had some kind of sexual interaction). No warnings for my bois Belch and Vic because goodness knows we need some decent guys.
Having said that, this was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading this. Please feel free to request any fics, headcannons or concept playlist ideaās as requests are open at the time of publishing this fic (check my bio for whether or not requests are open if youāre reading this fic a week or so after publishing.)
Being that you were the only sibling of any member of the Bowers Gang, you were sometimes privy to a conversation when they were in the house. Maybe a hushed word about the days plans, a joke about some poor kid they harassed, or, a gloat about the latest sexual encounter (likely entirely bullshit) one of the guys had. So, curled up on your bed, a magazine spread out in front of you, you stayed quiet when you heard a car pull up mid-afternoon.
Now, admittedly, being Patrickās sister seemed to be the best situation you could find yourself in- though you werenāt treated particularly kindly by them, and while it meant other kids were usually too scared of them to approach you, there seemed to be an unspoken rule that you were off limits in any context, be that sexual or as a target of their cruelness. You didnāt have to suffer the gossip others- particularly girls- in the town did, no āso-and-so slept with Henryā or āso-and-so sucked him offā, and you didnāt have to suffer the wandering hands of Patrick, for obvious reason.
You found yourself inside the house most days, despite it being summer break. Your parents had managed to drive it into your head that being out there was dangerous, especially after that kid Betty went missing. Patrick paid no mind to it, obviously, but, with kids going missing so often and with no friends to keep you company, fear had gotten the better of you.
The loud laughter made it difficult to go back to reading the magazine, and from what you could make out, Belch was giving his best mock impression of Greta, the latest girl Henry had his eye on.
āFuck off, man, Iām telling you it happened.ā You heard Henryās voice from the kitchen, he was countered by Belch,
āYeah, yeah, sure, whatever you say. Just so long as she doesnāt rope you in to a family dinner or some shit- her dadās a real pervert.ā
You sat up on your bed and closed the magazine, shuffling slightly over so that you could get up and walk to the mirror; it was the only thing hanging properly on your walls. Everything else- posters, photos and memorabilia - was taped to the walls unevenly, hiding fading paint and stains underneath. You gave yourself a quick glance over, jumping slightly when you heard a heavy knock on your bedroom door-
āYou home?ā Patrickās voice was heard from the other side of the door.
āYeah,ā you made your way to the door and opened it, āthe guys here?ā
Family genetics proved to be strong, both you and Patrick stood taller than average- though, he did still tower over you despite that- and those same dead eyes he has, reflected in yours. Though, in your defense, it wasnāt quite so unnerving when accompanied with a decent understanding of social cues and a less threatening track record.
He gave you a nod, ākitchen.ā
You gave a simple nod back to your brother and closed the door to your room. In its simplest terms, the trade off for you being āoff limitsā was that you stayed out of the guysā way. So, another twenty minutes later, when you heard them head out the back door, you made your own way to the kitchen for some water. Grabbing a cup and heading to the sink, you looked out the kitchen window, turning on the tap. The guys were standing by a log in the yard; something was placed atop it, though you couldnāt make out what it was. Belch was holding a bat, and talking, but they were too far into the yard for you to be able to hear the conversation. Looking down to turn the tap off, a loud crashing sound rang through the yard, startling you. Looking up, it was clear Patrick had taken the bat and smashed what was likely a glass bottle, fragments left on the log and probably on the surrounding grass from where it had landed.
All four of the boys laughed, and Belch tried to take the bat back from Patrick, though not with much luck. Amongst the laughter, Vic had taken a look back at the house and seen you standing at the kitchen window, giving you a half hearted wave. Giving a smile back, you turned away and took a sip from the cup of water.
Vic was the nicest to you of the four. Well, none were particularly rude- better phrasing would be that he was the only one who bothered with common courtesy, something the other three clearly lacked. By the time youād finished your drink, the back door opened, and within moments, Vic walked through the doorway to the kitchen. You gave him an acknowledging smile, and put your cup down by the sink.
āHow are ya?ā Vic asked, opening the cupboard to reach for his own glass.
āYeah, not bad- you guys having fun?ā You asked, nodding toward the window, and the other three guys beyond it.
Vic had always been the quietest of the group. Not necessarily less cruel, or less of a bully- from what you knew, he was always willing to help Henry harass some kid- but, less verbal. Somehow, it softened him in your eyes. Made him more approachable, more relatable, despite aiding in the groupās actions. In turn, it made him the brains of the operations the group were involved in. He knew more about Derry than the others, and more about general social interactions. Perhaps it was just more of a social awareness, but being around the group as often as you were meant that basic decency was a high bar to reach, and he was the only one who did reach it.
āYeah, yeah, we are,ā Vic said. āHow have you been?ā He continued. Though it had only been a handful of days since school has ended for the break, and only a handful of days since youād seen him, conversation flowed as though you had years of catching up to do.
Admittedly, Vic had always been the nicest of the group. And though itās hard to reconcile with some of his crueler actions, you were sure he was a decent guy at heart, just wanting acceptance- and heād found that with Henry, Patrick and Belch. After about five more minutes of light conversation, you heard the backdoor open again, and Patrick made his way to the kitchen, make a point of walking between you and Vic.
āVic,ā He started, not looking at either of you, opening the fridge, eyes scanning the contents, āHenryās talking about you.ā
āWhatās he saying?ā Vic asked, tearing his eyes away from you, towards Patrick.
āSaying youāre too much of a pussy to join in on using the bat. Reckons youād rather we stopped.ā Patrick continued nonchalantly. āThat true?ā
Vic chuckled and looked towards the window again briefly, āCourse not.ā
Vic finished the glass of water and put it by the sink, giving you a small smile before looking at Patrick again, who had closed the fridge and since turned his full attention to Vic, āThere any more empty bottles?ā He asked, to which Patrick shrugged.
āIf not, Iām sure thereās a kid you can test that bat on.ā Patrick grinned as Vic nodded and made his way to the backdoor, heading outside once again to join Henry and Belch.
āKeep your legs closed,ā Patrick sneered at you, after a few moments of silence, āYou like him or some shit?ā
āOf course not.ā You said, glancing at your brother, āLike you said, stay out of the way.ā
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