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Feel like pure shit I just want him back

i saw these parallels explained on tiktok and i had to

Does anyone else think about how fun it would be a super villain's sugar baby? Like...

wearing match outfits and going along with his quirky theme

listening to him do his monologuing (which is basically a stem and we love a man who communicates)

being mean to his goons together because they can't get their shit together and you have a masters in nano engineering and mathematics

him doing crazy big gestures like stealing a massive fucking diamond so he can turn it into jewelry for you or bombing the place you used to work at because of how much you hated it

you get to be an evil power couple

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they are together now

The devil walks into your work on a Thursday.

“Hi,” you say, “welcome to McDonalds.”

The devil clops up to the register, red eyes sliding from the cartoonish picture of Grimace, to the Coca Cola drying in the grout, to the ketchup stain on your pale blue button down.

“What can I get started for you today,” you prod when he continues to stare.

“Uh,” he says. “I came for your soul?”

Your smile slips for a moment before you can pin it back in place. Thank goodness your manager is on their lunch. “We don’t sell that, I’m sorry. Have you tried a Big Mac?”

“I know McDonald’s doesn’t sell souls,” the devil says. “Your parents sold your soul. Before you were born.”

“Oh,” you say. That would explain…a lot, actually. “Well. I’m at work, so…can you collect later?”

“I’m owed your soul on your 18th birthday,” he says.

“It’s my birthday today?” You glance at the register. “Wow. I forgot.”

“That is so fucking sad,” the devil says. He punched the bridge if his nose. “When is your shift over?”

“3am.”

“Jesus,” the devil says. He turns on his hoof. “I’m going to go buy you a cake or something.”

“Wow,” you say. You press a hand over your heart. “That—that actually would make my week.”

“And that’s sad,” the devil calls over his shoulder. “See you at 3!”

Now you have a reason to look forward to getting off work.

only gojo satoru would bear such a curse

(some au thoughts under the cut!)

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