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jacobseed · 2 years

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❝why are you looking at me like that?❞

prompt for vik x v thanks

will actually die for you gina - hand in marriage pls

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Viktor hardly looks when he hears the door open and continues watching the fight on the screen in front of him. There’s shuffling on the steps and another louder noise that draws his attention, to which he turns in his stool and stands. Someone is hurt and his blood runs cold as he tries not to imagine who it could have been. Silently prays his next patient isn’t a skimpily dressed woman with long purple hair and a beautiful face.

What might be every man and woman’s dream, was his nightmare.

He instantly moves towards the door when he hears his name called and Jamie comes into view on the other side of the metal gate, blood coating her side while her hand covers the wound, putting his fears to reality. He pulls it open and catches her as she falls against his chest, resting her forehead against his shoulder.

“Fuck, V.” He groans as he lifts her up, carrying her to the operating chair, wincing as she cries in pain when he sets her down. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Jamie laughs shortly, hissing after, but still manages to give him a smile. “What’re you talking about? I’ve done nothing wrong, ever.”

Vik sighs and does a quick scan even though he knows he doesn’t need to, yet, he couldn’t be so careless if something else was wrong. “Bullet is still lodged in your side. I’m gonna have to take it out.”

“Oh, good. Just make sure it doesn’t hurt, okay Vik?” Jamie lays her head back and closes her eyes, taking a breath as he touches her side.

He shakes his head and frowns as he gets to work, fixing her up as safely as he can. He’s worried about the blood loss, but according to his scan, she wasn’t fairing too terribly. She stays quiet while he’s focused, but he can feel her watching him every so often and pays her no mind.

“Okay. You should be good.” He moves to the computer and carefully keeps an eye on her as she sits up. “When will you stop being so reckless with your life?” He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but he did.

Jamie just laughs and runs a hand through her hair. “Jeez, Viky. Got bills to pay and food to eat. Clothes to buy. Biz is biz. I got shot, you fixed me up. I get hurt, I give you more biz.” He watches her for a moment and she sighs. “Thank you, by the way. I’m glad you were here.”

“Next time, I might not be. Next time, I might not be able to save your ass, so be safer about the jobs you take. I don’t need you dying on me.” He can’t keep his eyes off her as she stares at him and he watches as the weight of his words settle in. He hadn’t meant for them to hurt, but they were true and she needed to understand that he couldn’t handle seeing her die.

“I know.” She whispers and reaches out to place her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Vik. I’ll be more careful about it.” The tender moment is gone however when she lets go and rolls her eyes. “The fuckin’ bastard came up behind me, I didn’t notice him. This is why I usually go with Jack, but he had other plans for today.”

Viktor hums and turns his attention back to the computer. Silence falls over them again and he can feel her eyes on him once again, but he wants to finish up before he gets side tracked anymore than he already was. Constantly taking care of Jamie wasn’t what he had planned for his life, but he admits he does enjoy having her around - if only she could keep it that way. It had been some time since she last showed up to his shop, but he hopes next time it won’t be like today.

He starts going over the costs with her - although he’s sure she isn’t going to be able to pay him today, but he wasn’t going to turn her away for that - when he stops and stares back at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Jamie sends him a smile and a softness in her gaze he feels he doesn’t see often. “Just thinkin’ I might be in love with you.”

“You sure that bullet didn’t damage anything else, V?” Vik jokes, but he can tell that she isn’t just being herself and flirting with him - or rather, she is, but this time felt a little different. He shakes his head and clears his throat. “‘Preciate it, but think that's a pretty gonk idea you got there.”

She throws her legs off the operating chair and moans as her feet hit the floor. Without really thinking about it, he turns and steadies her, his hands finding their place on her hips. “Bullshit.” Jamie whispers, pain in her voice but he can’t tell from what. “Why is it so hard for you to believe? Why do you think I come by so often?”

“Telling me you got shot just to see me? I’m honored.” There’s no humor in his words, but she laughs anyway. “Come on, you need to rest.”

Viktor leads her around the table and passes the other computers to where there’s a dark and secluded area with a couch. He helps her sit and stops when she takes his hand, pulling his palm up and holding it against her cheek, which is warm and soft against his skin.

Her voice is low as she catches him off guard with the next thing she says. “You don’t know how bad I want to fuck you right now.”

“Jamie.” He warns, but he can’t really deny her that. It’s not like he hasn’t ever thought about it, but always chose to keep her at arms length. Clearly, whatever he was doing wasn’t exactly working.

However, she only smiles as she releases his hand and adjusts herself on the couch. “But the doc is right. I should rest.” Jamie leans back and smiles sweetly at him. "Thanks again, Viktor."

"Last time." He says almost automatically, but he doesn't mean it. There will be more incidents and he will fix her up with no complaints.

#idk it came to me... its soft #oc: jamie voss #otp: vik x v #viktor vektor #viktor vektor x v #*fic #ginadotjpg #v: im just tryin to bang / vik: no #this is 1k??? i'm movin up yall #whatever its not great but here have it

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jacobseed · 2 years

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i just want it to be like it was and i want you to be as you were.

She hadn’t done anything to deserve it. She hadn’t done anything to deserve even being there at his memorial let alone taking something that was personal to him. She loved him so much - still loves him more than anything in the world, but taking his bike felt wrong.

pairing: jackie welles / jamie voss (v) (slight jamie/vik) words: 1.4k warnings: language, character death, angst, dealing with loss, etc.

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Jackie was dead. There was nothing that could bring him back or ease the pain that was left behind in his wake. The pain that tore Jamie apart every fucking waking minute to the point it was driving her mad. If there was a way to turn it all off and find some kind of release to subdue the immense emotions rewriting her brain like a program being controlled by someone else, she would do it in a heartbeat.

When Mama Welles had handed the key to her, Jamie had taken a step back and nearly refused to take it. She hadn’t done anything to deserve it. She hadn’t done anything to deserve even being there at his memorial let alone taking something that was personal to him. She loved him so much - still loves him more than anything in the world, but taking his bike felt wrong.

Standing there, talking about him in front of everyone at the service made her feel like a fraud. To spout out private memories of him that were hers. To talk about him as if it were going to make it all better and end it like one would close a book. As if his story were over. It was the hardest thing for her to do.

Her eyes kept glancing towards Viktor, who only supported her by sending her silent encouragement from his seat. She was scared. Terrified was the better term. It took her too long to look away from the ofrenda where a smiling Jackie was staring right back at her. She wished this was just a dream, but the aching in her chest and nausea churning her stomach made her aware that it was not.

Despite her horrendous eulogy, Mama Welles still thanked her for coming and left a kiss against her cheek and the tightest hug Jamie has ever received- it was suffocating.

“V.”

She looks up and realizes she’s at the bar, with Viktor seated on the stool beside her and Pepe behind the counter watching her sadly. It’s almost impossible to not choke as she orders a drink and takes a seat next to her friend.

They’re silent and don’t look at each other and Jamie quickly downs her shot, wincing at the burn in her dry throat. Viktor clears his throat, but shakes his head and doesn’t speak.

“I’m sorry.” She starts, gripping the glass in her hand.

He looks over quickly and turns in his seat, reaching out. His hand is hesitant, ghosting against her skin as he wipes a tear away and brushes her hair from her face. “It’s not your fault, V.”

Jamie swallows hard and leans into his touch for just a second, nothing longer, before she reluctantly pulls away. “You weren’t there, Vik. I can’t get it out of my head.” She shudders and buries her face into her hands.

“Jamie, it isn’t your fault.” He repeats his previous statement but it’s the use of her name that sends her, his voice calm and soothing and she wants to fall into it like the way the ocean engulfs the body when fully submerged. She wants to drown deep in his voice and sink into the lull of his words, but a noise stops her.

Mama Welles is crying at the ofrenda and holding something against her chest. Jamie can’t help but stare and her hand starts to shake as she turns her gaze back to Viktor.

She slides off the stool and takes a short breath. “I can’t do this. I’m so sorry, Vik.”

It hurts to ignore him as he calls for her to wait, but she hurries out the doors and clutches the key on her hand tightly, gritting her teeth as it digs into her palm. She walks a few blocks down from the bar and opens the garage she was in only the day before.

Misty was gone but items around the space had been moved and she gets the idea that Misty must have had a difficult time. Jamie wants nothing more than to lock herself up in his home and take in everything that was left of him. A lingering scent, a nostalgic feeling, or even just something new about him she hadn’t known - she wanted it all.

But her attention goes back to the bike. It was strange that an object such as this was causing her so much resentment and apprehension and the reason for it was so far out of reach. Understanding what it meant would only mean she’s accepted that he’s gone. Jackie could never be gone - not entirely.

Pain shoots through her head but she ignores it, tries to ignore it the best she could. Jamie pushes the motorcycle out of the garage and nearly jumps when she hears a voice. Not a voice like someone behind her, but in her head, loud and clear.

“That’s one sexy bike your friend’s got there.”

Johnny. She tries not to fall over from the nauseating buzzing rocketing through her brain like a thousand bolts of electricity. “I really don’t need this right now.” She mutters to herself, turning her back on him, but he only appears in front of her again. “Christ, fuck off, Silverhand.”

“Quit your fucking crying.” He groans, eyes meeting hers as he crosses his arms. “He died, so what. Bitching and moaning about it isn’t going to bring him back.”

Jamie glares at him and takes a step back and Johnny moves to sit on the seat of the bike, smirking to himself like he thinks he looks good. “What would you know? You’re a heartless bastard.”

He laughs and she can’t take it anymore, the tears falling now and there’s a burning in her chest, full of anger and despair she never wanted to feel ever again. A dead man was telling her that Jackie’s life wasn’t something to cry over, but he didn’t understand how much his life had meant to her. “I’m afraid of forgetting him.” She hadn’t meant to say it - not to Johnny, not even to herself.

“You heard the doc- you’re going to forget eventually. That includes your choom and everyone else you’ve ever loved. Might as well start now.”

A scream rips through her as she kicks her leg out as if it would connect at all. “Fuck you!” The sound of metal slamming into the ground shakes her and she doesn’t see Johnny anywhere.

Jackie’s bike lays on its side, stalled and sad against the concrete. He would be furious at her for the treatment of his prized motorcycle - well, not exactly, it wasn’t like he ever really was mad at her, but that thought alone caused her more grief than it should have. She wants to hear his voice, for him to scold her for kicking his vehicle in her fit of rage, to hold her as tears blurred her vision and sobs shook her body.

And yet, she stood alone like a fool, staring down at the damned thing and crying like she just kicked a puppy.

Jamie wipes her face roughly and then grabs the handles, yanking the bike back up on its wheels and carefully setting it on the kickstand. Her fingers are slow as they move over the body of the machine, eyes scanning for any scratches or dents she may have caused.

Her attention turns back to the garage and she leaves the bike, wandering around as she searches once more. It was difficult with Misty here the first time, but now she has time to take it all in and inspect every inch until she finds what she’s looking for, despite having absolutely no idea what she’s looking for.

Then she finds it. A letter on paper, scrawled out in Jackie’s hand with her name at the top. Not so much a declaration of love, but written with the heart of a man who cared about her like she was his world. It was all very much Jackie and she could feel everything breaking down, walls she built up to protect herself.

She folds up the letter and stuffs it into her pocket and grips tightly to the key once more as she walks out and slams the door shut, locking up. Jamie mounts the bike and closes her eyes to the vibration and rumbling of the engine.

What she needed right now was a clear head and somewhere to hide, where no one could come looking for her, even if she had to drive all the way to the Badlands. Anywhere that didn’t have a ghost of her best friend haunting her. A place she can dream of before he was taken from her and tell him everything she should have said.

#its here its done #oc: jamie voss #jackie welles #jackie x v #cyberpunk 2077 fic #otp: life is better with you #*fic #was going to end this with v going back to vik but decided not to #anyways... yee #this was not proofread so uuuuh yeah

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jacobseed · 2 years

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V: Just a kiss, Vik. That’s all I need to feel better.

#apocalypsekid #dataterm #aaaaaah these look so nice #pls vik stand up #oc: jamie voss #otp: vik x v #cyberpunk 2077 #*edit #im a WHOLE CLOWN TONIGHT #also ye i changed her outfit again whatever

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jacobseed · 2 years

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#hehhe been playing around with photomode #i'm really bad with it still but i think ill get it #oc: jamie voss #otp: vik x v #cyberpunk 2077 #*edit #shes so cute... i love her

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jacobseed · 2 years

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20 for jamie x vik? ♡

thank you imogen this was so soft wow

20. a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

A cold chill covers Jamie as she turns on the bed and the sheet covering her bare body shifted down. She’s startled slightly when her elbow knocks against a body beside her and she turns her head to see the naked back of Viktor Vektor. She smiles and rolls to her side, reaching up and lightly brushing her fingers through his hair.

Normally Vik wouldn’t stay the night like this - normally they don’t ever get together like this, with only a few times of hooking up in his shop or at a bar. But seeing him in her bed? Now that was something she could definitely get used to and she felt like heaven was real and it was right here in this room, just her and Viktor.

He stirs for a moment but is quiet again, so she takes the moment to prop herself up on her elbow and trace lines and circles along his back. Her hand slips under his arm and she presses her palm against his chest, pulling herself closer.

Viktor lets out a hum in his sleep and she can’t help herself as she kisses the base of his neck where it curves into his shoulder. For a second she takes note of his reaction and the way he tenses and twitches and she sees his fist clench.

She continues to place small and gentle kisses to his skin, nipping softly on his bicep and grinning when he lets out a soft groan and places his hand over hers.

“Jamie.” He mutters, pulling her hand up and kissing her palm. “What are you doing?”

She bites her lower lip and allows him to turn over, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her against his chest. His eyes aren’t open and he’s got a content smile on his face, looking the most relaxed he’s ever been.

“Good morning. I couldn’t resist, you look so tasty.” Jamie laughs and kisses his nose.

Now Vik opens his eyes, staring at her with so much tenderness in his gaze she finds it hard to believe that it’s all for her. “Really?” He pushes himself up and rolls her on her back, towering over her.

The corners of his mouth pull into a smile and he leans down and captures her lips, slow and intoxicating. She moans lowly, closing her eyes to the feeling of his hand trailing up her torso, his fingers grazing her skin over her breast and towards her collarbone, along her shoulder and down the length of her arm.

“I feel like I’m a different person around you, Vik.” Jamie mumbles when they break away, reaching up and brushing her knuckles against his cheek and then runs her fingers through his short hair.

Viktor leans his head into her touch, his hand still tracing over the curves of her chest. “How so?”

She frowns as she thinks about it and he pauses a moment, brows furrowing slightly. “You just make me so weak. Never felt like this with anyone before. Got me feelin’ all domestic and shit.”

He chuckles and kisses her again, gripping the pillow beneath her head as he fixes his position above her. “You’ve changed me, too.” He whispers against her lips and she grins happily at the words - he loved her just as much as she loved him and she wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with him forever.

#aaaaaah im soft #oc: jamie voss #otp: vik x v #viktor vektor #viktor vektor x v #dataterm #*fic #thank you so much wow sorry this is shorter than i wanted...#not my best but i might be h*gh rn so

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jacobseed · 2 years

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i NEED prompt 36 with jamie and viktor i just love them so much agsbdbdjdjd

rilee........ i did this for you wow thank you for sending this i will die for you!!!!!!!!!!!! this bullshit took me forever but ily thank you for being patience.

36. a kiss along the curve of the spine.

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Jamie grins as she sees Viktor across the bar, through the flashing neon lights and the growing crowd and her staring doesn’t go unnoticed. Jackie frowns as he looks from her to the older man and leans back in his chair, stretching his back and shifting in his seat.

“Really, V?” He raises a brow and shakes his head as he speaks above the blaring music. “Couldn’t be more obvious about it?”

She sticks her tongue out at her friend and rolls her eyes. “Maybe I'm trying to be. Got a problem with me looking at Vik?”

Jackie sighs heavily and waves his hand. “No. But knowing you, you’ve got some gonk idea that’s going to get you in trouble or your heart broken when the old man turns you down.” He was a good friend, he knew her better than she liked but she also appreciated it more than anything.

“Well, he’s my friend too, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a thing for him. Just that I’d let him get me shitfaced drunk and take me home for the night. You think he would?”

He laughs loudly and tosses his arm around her shoulders. “Vik? Nah, chica. He would take you home and put you to bed and leave before you could even try to make a move.”

Jamie shrugs off his arm, sliding out from their booth and glaring at him as she leans over the table. If he knew her as much as she thinks he did, then he’d know that his words sounded more like a challenge than a statement and she was going to take her chance.

“Fine, guess I’ll just have to find out.”

Jackie tries to call her back, but she’s made up her mind and makes her way towards Viktor’s table, feeling the blood rush to her head as he smiles at her. He’s leaning back in his seat, one hand on his drink and his other hand resting on his lap.

Jamie stops when she reaches the table and lets her fingers trail over the top. “Can I buy you a drink?”

He raises a brow and chuckles softly. “You can do that?”

She slides into the seat beside him and purposely knocks her thigh against his. “I’m hurt. Vik, I’m rolling in eddies, I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

Viktor laughs and his shoulder bumps against hers. “No need, just a drink will suffice. But, aren’t you here with Jackie?”

“Oh, he’ll be fine.” One look back at her friend lets her know that he will in fact, be fine. There’s already a lady standing there, laughing at his flirtatious charms.

He nods his head and then turns his gaze to her, long enough that she shifts in her seat and feels her heart pick up pace. “Haven’t heard from you for a bit, good to see you’re doing well. Worried I'd never see you again.”

Jamie stares back and she takes a slow breath as her attention moves to the curve of his lips. “Sounds like you missed me, Vik.”

A small shrug and another smile is all he gives her. “Maybe I did.”

Heat rises to her cheeks and she turns away, clearing her throat and sliding out of the seat, fingers nervously tapping the table. “I’ll just go grab those drinks.”

Only Viktor could make her feel flushed and a little anxious - no one else has ever been able to do that. Something about it drives her absolutely mad and she finds it hard to stay away from him. Eventually, Jamie learned that constantly getting into brawls with strangers wasn’t the healthiest way to make excuses to see the Ripperdoc, although it was a sure fire way to get the man to see her naked.

Jamie shakes her head as she stands at the bar, waiting for her orders and she turns around to find Viktor watching her, although he looks away when their eyes meet. The bartender sets the glasses down roughly and she turns back and glares at him, grabbing her drinks and heading back to the table.

They sat there for a couple of hours, chatting and laughing and drinking until they abandoned the liquor all together. The way he would lean in close, breath against her skin and arm brushing against hers. Eventually, she suggested they leave for the night and he can’t take his eyes off her and she can’t keep her hands off him.

Viktor leads the way out of the bar and Jamie holds onto his hand the entire way, winking at Jackie as they walk by him and she ignores his calls to her. As they get in a car, she continues to ignore his messages and his belief that she’s making a mistake. Nothing about this was a mistake.

As soon as they reach his place, he’s shutting the door and she wastes no time in kissing him, pulling his lower lip between her own. Her hands grab his shirt as she tugs him along, through his home and to his bed. He laughs when she stumbles back and lands on the mattress, nearly taking him down with her.

Jamie kicks off her boots and grins as she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it aside. Viktor places his knee beside her on the bed and leans over her to decorate her ribs, her stomach, and under her breasts in gentle kisses. He moves to her throat and to her jaw and ending with her mouth, kissing her hungry and deep. However, he stops and chuckles as he presses his forehead into the bedding.

“What?” She asks, gripping his shirt and pushing against his chest.

He takes a breath and lays down beside her. “You're gonna kill this old man.”

Jamie lets out a laugh as she rolls onto her stomach, narrowing her eyes playfully. He sits up, caresses her side and presses his lips against her shoulder, ghosting over her skin as he moves towards her back. The softest of moans escape her when he kisses the curve of her spine, leaving a trail up to the back of her neck.

Her arms stretch out above her head, fingers grasping at the sheets. “Vik, don’t tease me like this.”

Viktor turns her over onto her back again and straddles her hips, placing a hand beside her head and grabbing her wrist and holding it up to his lips. “Then let’s get down to biz.”

#apocalypsekid #me: lets just get the dialogue out of the way first thing #no editing we post unedited like men #oc: jamie voss #otp: vik x v #i'm so tired at this point this might just look like hsfkjashgkjh the entire time #what is this anyways im done IM DONE #its really all over the place and my brain isn't working #this is probably the worst time to post this but fuck it!!!#*fic

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jacobseed · 2 years

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domestic meme for jamie and vik? 👀

hilary... the way i would die for you <3 <3 sorry this took so long whew

under cut bc its a lot

who reaches out to new neighbors

viktor bc wow he is just that nice. like, he'd want to keep to himself but one day he would just see them and say hello and be standing there having a full conversation. would find a way to drag jamie into it despite her wanting nothing to do with their new neighbors.

who remembers to buy healthy food

vik... jamie hardly finds the time to take care of herself (although in the scenario that they are living together, it's a little easier) so he's the one bringing home all the healthy foods - he's gotta stay in good health since he's getting older.

who remembers to buy junk food

jamie!!!! she loves snacks and she's got a bit of a sweet tooth, so she's always making sure there's something around, even if vik tells her to stop buying so much junk food - she won't

who fixes the oven when it breaks

jamie! she's pretty handy and she's had to figure out things on her own for a while, so if anything needs to be fixed, she's on the job! but vik could as well, but she insists and thankfully he trusts her to do it.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

both! although it will most likely be viktor. he's a bit more mindful of them, but occasionally jamie will remember to do these things.

who wakes up earlier

vik. jamie can't be bothered to get out of bed unless she has a reason or is woken up. sometimes he'll get her up if he needs her to be awake, but he lets her sleep if he knows she's had a very day.

who makes the bed

vik, again. it doesn't cross jamie's mind that she should do it, so he's always the one to clean up after her if he has time. although, if they are both rushing in the morning, neither of them will do it.

who makes the coffee

jamie. they both live off it and she knows how to make it just strong enough to nearly kill them. it works out for them, anyways- he makes the breakfast and she makes the coffee.

who burns breakfast

oh jamie she doesn't like to cook, it's why she eats out so much or goes to mama welles house a lot, but vik sorta takes over the cooking so it works out. but she tries to do something nice and make him breakfast and nearly burns the apartment down - she's banned.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

vik: he'll wrap an arm around her waist and tilts her head back slightly so he can kiss her.

jamie: literally jumps into his arms and kisses his face endlessly.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

honestly, neither but of any of them do, it would be viktor. he would bring her sweets or sometimes jewelry if he finds something that he knows she loves - definitely a new set of earrings

who picks the movie for movie night

jamie would be picking but she would ask vik if he wanted to watch something new or something they've seen before. usually, he likes to watch something new but there's days he gets the urge to watch one of those movies that he was thinking about all day or he wanted to just enjoy again (and maybe its one he's seen but she hasn't and he wants to share that with her!)

their favorite kind of movie to watch

fighting and action movies! sometimes they'll switch it up to a thriller or more suspenseful movie. if they get drunk, they'll watch like a rom-com (it just ends with them completely ignoring the movie wink-wink)

who first suggests a pillow fort

neither tbh. i don't see them doing this.

who builds the pillow fort

no one! :)

who tries to distract the other during the move

absolutely jamie! she'll be the one to distract vik by sliding her hand under his shirt or rubbing her foot on his leg. more absentmindedly than anything, but it is extremely distracting to him.

who falls asleep first

jamie!! she's tired and her favorite position is to lay her head on viks chest, and he'll practically lull her to sleep by running his fingers up and down her arm.

who is big spoon/little spoon

oh jamie is always the little spoon, she loves being wrapped up in his big arms. and vik doesn't mind being the big spoon. especially after jackie's death, she doesn't sleep well without having vik holding her tight

#finally got around to finishing this sfhasj #gorotakemura #otp: vik x v #oc: jamie voss #they need a new otp tag i'll figure it out soon #anyways... them...

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