I Actually Think That Viktor And Misty Met Through Jackie, Since Misty Grew Up On The Same Streets As

I actually think that Viktor and Misty met through Jackie, since Misty grew up on the same streets as Jack and Vik was training him.

Jackie introduced them to each other when he found out Viktor was looking for a place to open his clinic and he just happened to know Misty - sweet owner of the esoterica with a perfect place to rent for Vik.

Viktor’s generosity? Didn’t come from nowhere. He was kinda broke when he was looking for a place to rent and Misty told him that he can just pay her later, when he’ll have enough money. She even gave him golden maneki neko - for luck with gaining said money. Viktor learned a thing or two from Misty about trust and kindness.

Even though Vik doesn’t believe in spirituals he still goes to Misty for his weekly tarot reading. Gotta know what fate has planned for you, right?

Misty is the one to check on Viktor when he’s staying in the clinic late and bring him essentials. Blanket? Check. Takeout? Check. Herbal tea? Check. Gentle lecture about taking care of yourself because Vik might be a workaholik? Check.

It was actually Vik that set Misty and Jackie together. He brought Jack back to earth from “im the best every gal wants me” kinda thinking and pushed him towards Misty who liked Jackie for quite some time but knew that Jackie... isn’t the most constant person when it comes to feelings. Viktor had quite a heart-to-heart with Jackie about it and Jack stopped putting up that “tough ladies man” persona so much. Then Jackie talked to Misty about feelings and it turned out that it was match made in heaven... I mean in Viktor’s clinic.

MISTY PAINTS VIKTORS NAILS AND YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE. It usually happens during weekly tarot readings along with drinking tea and gossiping. 

Viktor actually started doubting if there really isn’t any greater force when he was loosing a patient and Misty showed up, seemingly out of nowhere and helped him save the guy bleeding out on the operating chair while keeping her cool like a champ. He still doesn’t really know if there is something but he knows for sure that Misty is an angel.

Ok so I really wanna know how the whole Viktor, Misty, and Jackie friendship happened????

Like I kinda imagine that Viktor and Misty knew each other first (though I can't even begin to imagine HOW they met, that would be something fun to think about....) before Jackie got involved.

Jackie sure as hell wasn't expecting to get one of those 'You better not fucking hurt her' talks from Viktor, but damn if he wasn't gonna take that to heart. Even after that it still took Jackie almost a whole year to show Misty that he was worth her time.

ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS AAAAAAAAAAAA

V x Viktor

My huge thanks to @pebsterino who inspired me for this and gave me the permission to let me use their artwork as a reference 💜

*screaming in silence*

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Viktor Vector x V we need some more this ripperdoc

cdpr: i spelled doc's name in 20 different ways

fandom: wHA- WHA- WHA- 20 DIFFERENT SPELLINGS OF MY FAVE DOC'S NAME

I feel like I am the only person who takes great delight and amusement at the fact that there are like 19 different spellings of Viktor's name.

63 with Vik (ofc) and V 👉🏼👈🏼

63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.” i’m. really sorry.

Vik follows V through his apartment, rubbing a hand over his neck as he watches her collect her things. They'd spent the night together; one thing leading to another on his couch, sipping wine and sharing a laugh. Next thing he knew, he was buried inside the girl of his dreams. Vik knows he wont soon forget the relief-filled smile V had shown him, breathing the word finally against his mouth. All in all, pretty fantastic evening.

The next morning, however, offered a chance for him to really think it through, falling deep into his own melancholy as he sat next to the open window, smoking one of her cigarettes and watching her sleep in his bed. Vik knew he wanted to wake up to that sight every morning for the rest of his life, but -

But this is V. She's young, and beautiful, and has her whole goddamn life ahead of her. No way was he gonna shackle her to an old ripper like him. He loves her, so fucking much. He won't be responsible for holding her back.

When she woke up and he gently nudged her in the direction of maybe we keep this a one-time thing, she took exception to that. The heartbreak and rage lighting up her face and making her chest heave will be seared in his mind for a long time, he knows.

Presently, V shoves herself into her boots, turning towards him with a shake of her head. Her eyes travel over his torso, still shirtless from bed. She quickly shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "One time thing. Right. So, what, exactly; you just wanted to get your dick wet?"

"What? Christ, V, of course not. You know you mean more to me than that," Vik responds with incredulity, running a hand down his face. He has to make her understand, somehow.

V snorts loudly, holding her head in her hands. Her stomach is near her ankles, she thinks, turning towards the door and picking up her bag. "Right. Yeah. Silly me, thinking you don't want me after dropping a bomb like that."

"V -"

"Am I not - enough?" Her voice is near a whisper as she stares straight at the door, shoulders hunched. "'Cause I know I'm not the only one who feels like this. I know I'm not only seeing what I want to see. You feel it, too. So are you saying this, because I'm - I'm too much to handle, or not enough to love?" I will not cry, I will not cry.

"Because you deserve so much fucking more," Vik says, sounding desperate. V turns on her heel, incredulous, and Vik looks at her with a pleading expression, shaking his head. "You're moving up in this world, and got a hell of a life ahead of you. You're gonna want so much more from this life, sweetheart."

"You're so fucking blind, you know that?" V throws her hands up in exasperation, chuckling without humor. She can feel her heart sinking, eager to join her stomach. "None of it means shit to me, none of it - not my rep, not the eddies; all of it is fucking worthless. What matters to me is sharing my life with the man I -" Her throat closes, and she turns from him with a shake of her head, breathing hard.

"You can do so much better than an old man like me," Vik says after a minute, palm pressed to the side of his face as he watches her.

"I've never cared about that. I care about you, I want you." V runs a hand back through her hair, looking at him with a hard glint to her eye. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me, and we can drop this whole thing."

He's silent as they stare each other down. Both too damn stubborn for their own good. The longer the silence stretches, the more her heart sinks. V finally laughs, breathless and without humor, as Vik's hand curls into a fist at his side. She bites down on her tongue, hard enough to taste copper, as she turns from him to head to the door.

"I only want what's best for you, sweetheart."

V shakes her head at his words, swallowing down her tears as the shame and rejection bubble to the surface. "You are such a fucking coward," is all she calls over her shoulder before slamming the door.

He doesn't follow.