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𑣲𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔𓄧 🔩 (𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕)

(Read the notes after the headcanons pls babys. 🖤)

🔩Vic is the type of guy who’s constantly pestering you just to stay on your radar. He’s not out for blood like Henry, and he’s definitely not weird and scary like Patrick. He’s just… a regular guy. He’ll mess with you, tease you, or be a general nuisance, but it’s mostly a low-key plea for your attention. He wants you to notice him, even if it’s just because he’s being a pest.

🔩Victor has this embarrassingly good memory for dates. It’s almost a “knack” at this point. If you mention a date that matters to you once, it’s locked in his brain forever. He tries so hard to act like he’s nonchelant to keep up appearances with the gang, but he literally cannot help but remember every single important milestone you’ve ever told him. He’ll play it cool, but he knows.

🔩Maintaining that platinum blonde look is a full-time job because his hair grows at an absurdly fast rate. He’s basically touching up his roots every two weeks. To keep his hair from literally falling out in clumps (shredding to pieces from all that bleach), he’s constantly “borrowing” his mom’s high-end hair treatments and deep conditioners. It’s his best-kept secret—he’s not about to let his hair go to ruins just for the “tough guy” aesthetic.

🔩Vic is surprisingly respectful and always tries to keep his distance from the absolute insanity the rest of the gang pulls. However, he’s a naturally restless guy, and that “margin” he keeps with everyone else usually disappears when he’s with you. In his own way, he’s just as desperate for your approval and attention as Henry is—he just shows it differently. He needs to know you’re looking at him.

🔩When Victor feels comfortable enough to let his guard down, he can be incredibly committed and even sentimental. He’s got a heart in there, even if he proposes to hide it most of the time. That said, his loyalty is a steel trap: you will never hear him badmouth the guys in the gang. Except for Patrick, of course. He’ll talk trash about Patrick any day, but Henry and Belch are off-limits

🔩His clothes have this very specific, lingering scent: a mix of cheap laundry detergent, sweat, and dirt. It’s the inevitable result of how “active” and clingy he gets whenever he’s hanging out with Henry, Belch, and Patrick. When they aren’t busy tormenting kids, they’re usually getting into some kind of mess, and Vic is always right in the middle of it, coming home smelling like a day spent in the Barrens.

🔩Victor would never, in a million years, admit this to anyone (and, well, being dead kind of makes it impossible now, lol), but he was absolutely scared shiftless when the gang went to see Frankenstein and I Was a Teenage Werewolf.

Even though the special effects looked totally homemade and amateurish by today’s standards, they got under his skin. He played it cool in the theater, probably shouting and throwing popcorn with Henry and Belch, but the reality was much different. Those movies gave him vivid nightmares for several nights afterward. It turns out that even for a Derry bully, some monsters are just too real to handle.

🔩One time, Henry and Belch relentlessly mocked him for smelling like detergent and “clean clothes.” It made him feel embarrassed in the worst way possible. To fix it, the very next day, he practically sweat like a pig on purpose just to smell more like a “man.” The irony? He still smelled like laundry detergent underneath it all. He just couldn’t escape his mom’s fabric softener, no matter how hard he tried to be gritty.

🔩Vic and Belch often head out on their own, just the two of them. It’s a way to escape the constant, suffocating tension that Henry’s presence creates. Sometimes, these boys just want a moment of peace—or as much peace as a town like Derry is willing to give them. Without Henry’s volatility, they’re just two teenagers trying to exist.

🔩Inside the gang, right after Peter bailed, Victor was the first one to be visibly disgusted by Patrick. He’d constantly call him a “creepy prick” but deep down, it was more than just dislike—it was intuition. He knew they were dealing with someone who could be way more dangerous than even a pissed-off Henry. Because of that, Vic keeps his distance whenever Patrick is around and never misses an opportunity to throw an insult his way, just to keep the wall up between them.

(SMUT)

🔩When it comes to sex, Vic is pretty versatile. He doesn’t have a huge problem with being the one to take the lead or the one to just relax and let go. However, if he’s being honest, he has a slight preference for taking charge. Since his daily life is constantly dictated by Henry’s whims and the general gloom of Derry, he craves having that bit of control in his private life. It’s the one area where he can actually call the shots.

🔩He has zero interest in threesomes, and he never will. You’d think that for a teenager in the late 70s, a trio with two girls would be the “peak fantasy” but Vic isn’t about that. He’s the most “grounded” one in the gang, and he values privacy above all else. He’s incredibly selfish in that regard—he wants to show you off to the world, sure, but he refuses to share you with anyone. It’s a “you and him against the world” mentality.

🔩Vic is a fan of slow, heated kisses. He’s “organized"—well, as organized as a Derry bully can be—and he applies that to his private life. He’s not into rushing things or having everything end in a heartbeat; he’ll actually take the time to kiss every inch of you. Of course, that composed facade usually lasts about as long as a struck match before his true, restless nature takes over, but he tries his best to savor the moment.

🔩He’s not overly loud, but he’s not dead silent either; he exists in that middle ground. However, out of a misguided sense of "manliness” he often tries to stifle any sound. He puts on a level of focus that you’ve never even seen him use for his exams (which, let’s be honest, he always fails). It’s a silent, intense concentration—his way of proving he’s “the man” in the room.

🔩Despite his “tough guy” exterior, Vic is a bundle of nerves deep down. It’s highly likely that, due to sheer adrenaline and anxiety, he might finish absurdly fast—and when I say absurd, I mean it. He’ll be there, sweating and looking like he’s just seen a ghost, completely drained. However, he’d never say no to going again or giving you more if you’re up for it. He’s determined to please, even if his body betrays him the first time around.

🔩He’d definitely try his best to get his hands on a condom beforehand to keep things “organized.” That said, if the situation gets too intense or urgent, he’s willing to go without it—but with a strict rule. He’ll never, ever finish inside. For Vic, the “pull-out” method isn’t just a choice; it’s his version of being responsible in the middle of chaos.

HELLO Y'ALL, Tomorrow is my birthday sooo i be updating one history of my baby Vic, and the others days one of my baby Belch.

And after that, i will do the ideas y'all send to me.

So, that’s all. TYSM i mean it, for the support, likes, reblogs and the people that follow it really makes me happy how the fandom keep it up.

See ya soon! LOVE YA!! 🖤

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Noooooooo

Just no

Tumblr posts used to be like soup and each person would add some random vegitable and make a tasty soup but now tumblr is making ut to where each ingredient gets its own note count but thats not how soup works you dont say that the carrots are good in the soup. they add flavour but cant really be thought of on their own

Plus it makes it more difficult to taste the soup cuz if you look at the reblogs of the base then youll only get the first ingredients and nothing else

A few fluffy and/or n/sfw one shot ideas I have in the chamber right now and I don’t know which one to do first (if I do them at all):

-pennywise has had a few human mates in the past, really just a few with the last one having happened over 200 years ago. For it, mating is really just that, get down to it, get it out of your system and depending on how satisfying the release was, either immediately kill that human or let them live to maybe rinse and repeat until that human perished one way or another. Then, all that time later, the desire returns, it meets you and chooses you as its new mate. Its approach is as usual, get down, get it out of your system and so on. But you, being the modern human that you are, don’t want it that way. So basically, you have to show this ancient monster that there’s more than just the end result and hey, it seems to enjoy it even more this way.

-you aren’t scared of it anymore, no matter the form as long as you know it’s your pennywise, but now it’s own only “fear” is scaring you on accident. One day you walk in on it, in its big sewer lair, in the huge spider form. It scrambles to hide and turn back to the regular clown. You, now more curious than ever and feeling very endeared, urge it to show itself like that again.

-in the pursuit of eating you, it holds you close to its face, intending to take a bite. You, delirious, high on adrenaline and somewhat sick in the head, wrap your arms around its torso, squeezing as tight as you can. A last embrace before your demise. The heat seeps into its core, disgusting it to the point of disappearing and letting you fall to the ground. It avoids you like the plague, but it can’t shake that warmth off you gave it. Desire grows for something it can’t understand until one day it gets too much and it seeks out this sensation it’s never felt before.

-the first time you went out in public with pennywise, was also the first time it showed you its favorite human disguise. You like it, like how it looks and acts when it pretends to be normal. It was also the first time you’ve shared intimacy with it, or in this case, him. Since then, you’ve had a few public outings, a few intimate nights. You sit with it at home, it’s in the clown form. You’re messing around together, youre admiring its face, you lean in for the kiss, but when you open your eyes, a human is sitting in front of you. It can’t believe you find the clown just as desirable as the human.

If you paid attention, you’ll see these are all about pennywise being awfully pathetic because that’s just how I roll.

Thanks for reading, if you saw one you liked you should let me know.

Painted love

Part 3 (here’s part 1) (and 2)

Bob Gray X GN!Reader

Summary: Carnivals over, you get to see Bobs home for the first time. It would be a nice moment if weird things didn’t keep happening, things you had no idea how to explain to Bob.

Tags/Warnings: N/sfw, gender neutral reader, no physical description of reader, fluff, smut, a little bit of angst, meet cute, attempt at humor, no Ingrid, IT makes an appearance, oral, penetration, clown sex, sex in costume, opening up to each other, bob is cute, reader is an artist, reader has issues with affection

Word count: 4182

A/N: a little more horror elements, but plenty fluff too! :) next one will have smut if I figure out what I’m doing, haha.

The next time you visited him, there was no show to watch, there was no cozy conversation by the fireplace or intimacy in the trailer.

No, the carnival was over and everyone was busy packing up. It was colder than previous days, the sky grey and gloomy. It seemed to reflect bobs mood.

You offered help with cleanup and there you were, taking apart the stage and loading heavy, wooden parts into a big container.

The shop was closed for the day. One of the perks of having your own business, you decided when it was open.

4 others were there, all unscrewing and stacking. Bob was also there, doing the most of all present, keeping himself busy.

By his demeanor you could only imagine how he felt. His shoulders were slouched, his eyes dull, smile yet to make a genuine appearance.

Even when he greeted you earlier that day, it wasn’t a cheerful moment. It was like he was a different person.

He greeted you tiredly, accompanied by a tight hug and a weak smile that looked more like a frown. You had figured he might’ve needed some emotional support, yet he seemed to tuck them away forcefully. Away from you to approach.

You understood, didn’t push, you stayed by his side in case he wanted to open up eventually. This was his passion and he had to lay it down for another year, having to go back to his regular life which you hadn’t even gotten to know.

Done with the stage, you two moved to his trailer, beginning to pack his things.

Majority of the time you both were silent, only speaking when you had to ask where certain things should go.

Once all suitcases were packed except for one, he excused himself, needing a smoke break.

You watched after him until the door shut, louder than you imagined he intended. Alone in the almost empty trailer, you let out a long sigh.

The heater had already been turned off for a while, it was cold in there, bright light making it look broad and empty.

It was noisy, everything. Each step followed by a thud and drawn out creak. The trailer did look old.

The wind blew through cracks by the window, making you shiver. You wanted this to be over with, you wanted to bring bobs things to his home, join him inside if he’d allow, and maybe try to talk to him.

Determinedly, you moved to the last things to pack, the contents in his closet, including the clown suit hung on the door. He didn’t want you to touch it yet, but now it was time.

You opened the closet, grabbing his clothes and folding them neatly. Dull fabrics, simple style, a few suits, he didn’t seem to find style all too important, you thought he looked good regardless.

Shutting the closet, you went to pull the clown suit off the hanger. For some reason, it didn’t come off. You tried moving the hanger off the door, the hook didn’t move. You tried sliding the suit off the hanger, it was like glued.

You put down the carton, using both hands to tug.

No matter how hard to pulled, even putting a foot against the door, it wouldn’t budge.

By the end, you were out of breath and sweating. Your eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was going on?

You looked to the trailer door, contemplating calling Bob in for help. It seemed like the worst idea.

Shaking your head, you turned to the suit and decided to try again. You grabbed two fistfuls of fabric and leaned back as much as possible.

The fabric stretched, the door creaked, you groaned.

Then, suddenly the door flew open and with it, you fell backward. You hit your head on the floor, wincing at the impact when you bounced off of it.

When you looked up, vision a blur, the inside of the closet was entirely black, a void occupying the space. Cold crept towards you.

From inside the void, two eyes emerged, distant, small, glowing.

You blinked at it, staring in bewilderment.

It stared you down, whatever it was.

Then, a voice. Low, deep, threatening. “The clown,” it said.

You swallowed thickly, sweat running down your forehead, “Bob?” You asked in a hush.

It hummed, growled. “Yes,” it snarled, “he was already mine. But you… you had to get in the way with your filth.”

“He’s… what?” You sat up, hands trembling slightly, “what does that mean- who the hell are you?”

“You’ll find out. Soon,” it said in a chuckle, a mocking, deep, humorless laugh as it’s eyes faded into the darkness, door closing on it.

You quickly got onto your feet, lunging at the door to try and open it again. “Wait- what are you talking about, hey!” You called out but the closet was sealed.

When you lifted your first to bang at it in a last ditch effort, loud thudding sounded from the wood, it was banging the door from the inside.

Through the gap and cracks, small drops of blood slid toward the floor.

Your eyes widened, you went pale. Slowly, you stepped backwards, dropping your fist, eyes not leaving the closet. You reached the door, back pressing against it when it opened and you fell backwards out of the trailer and on the ground.

Within seconds, bob was crouched next to you. “Hey-“ he scrambled to pull you up to your feet, checking the back of your head, “what are you doing- what happened?” He asked urgently.

Your knees wobbled as you were held up by him, your eyes fixated on the trailer.

He huffed and squeezed your shoulders, shaking you gently to get you out of it, “Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

After a moment, you twitched, snapping out of your trance. You looked up at him and opened your mouth.

But could you tell him what you saw? How would you even word it.

Surely he’d think you’re crazy.

Maybe you were.

There really was no explanation for what just happened, maybe you hit your head too hard when the closet fell open, maybe you hallucinated.

You cleared your throat and shook your head, “no, I… uh, I hit my head,” you mumbled.

He blinked at you, taking a moment, “you sure did,” he said and took another look at the back of your head. There was no blood, luckily.

“You sit down, I’ll get the last bag and-“

You cut him off, grabbing his arm tightly, “no!”

He jumped, startled, staring at you like you attacked him.

“I mean…” you scrambled for an excuse, “I think we should finish up later… take a break. I… want to talk to you.”

He looked skeptical, tho a little less alarmed.

You frowned, “we haven’t really spoken much today, at all. I know this is difficult for you, I wish you’d talk to me.”

That seemed to distract him enough. He looked down at you, eyes growing sad and tired.

Everything he’d been pushing down, wanted out badly. Seemingly you were the first to offer your ear.

He huffed grumpily, “there’s not really much to talk about..”

“Try anyway,” you shrugged and pulled at his arm. Anything to get him away from that trailer.

Slowly, he followed you to a bench. You glanced back once, it made you shiver, knowing what you saw in there.

This wasn’t something you could tackle now, if there was anything at all. You still weren’t certain you hadn’t just been hallucinating.

Closely, you sat together, your hand on his thigh, tenderly holding and squeezing it. “You’ve been in thoughts all day. Care to share ‘em?”

“It really..” he started, you listened attentively, “I don’t know. Don’t mean to be a bum, honest. Just not an easy time.”

“I can tell. Don’t worry bout bumming me out. What about it is so difficult exactly?” You pressed, not at all satisfied with his initial statement. You could very well imagine, but wanted to hear it from him.

He continued with a sigh, “I just miss the circus, I s’pose. This as close as it gets, and now it’s over, no more pennywise, I have to go back to my regular life, my home, my job.” A pause, “I’m dreading it. This is what I like to do. And when it’s over, every time, I go home and I’m alone.”

The statement sat in the air for a moment. You mulled over his words.

He was so focused on how he felt in the past, he couldn’t imagine it being different this time.

“Alone,” you echoed. He looked down, almost looking ashamed.

“Okay,” you nodded then, “I understand. But this isn’t like always, is it?”

He looked at you.

“You’re not alone this time. I’m not part of the carnival and I’m not here for pennywise, for the show, or for anything else. Just for you. I like you. A lot. You think I’m not gonna follow you home and get on your nerves there?”

To your relief, that got a small, weak smile from him when he realized what he was forgetting in this equation. You.

“I know I can’t make up for all of this, what you like about this job. I can’t give you the feeling of being on stage or being loved by an audience, but… I’ll be with you. I can make you feel less lonely. Try to, anyway,” you breathed out quietly, moving your hand from his thigh to his cheek, now you were getting emotional too, “I’ll try to be good enough.”

When you looked at him, he looked utterly touched. His eyes were glassy, his cheeks were pink. He looked down, not managing the eye contact. Then, he nodded, placing his hand above yours. “You are. You’re better than good enough. Too good for me.”

You leaned in and kissed his lips, soft and careful, like you might break him, “don’t say that, it’s not true,” you mumbled. “I think we’re both just right for each other.”

He hummed against your lips, moving closer on the bench until your thighs were flush, “I’ll have to believe you then.”

The kiss lasted for a while, you weren’t in a rush. It was an addition to your words, it was the period, the signature to prove it sincere.

The world around you kept moving, the carnival workers were cleaning, the last visitors watched it get disassembled. But you, in this moment, stood utterly still, like time had paused, just for the two of you.

Eventually, you pulled apart.

It was quiet, or maybe you were just so focused on each other.

“We should finish this up,” he said and took your hand, playing with your fingers.

You looked at him, suddenly worried to the core. Still, you nodded, deciding there was nothing to be scared of, surely. You probably really were just hallucinating.

Hesitantly, you got up with him.

At the trailer, he opened the door and you stopped him. “I’ll.. go first.”

He furrowed his eyebrows but didn’t argue.

You walked inside and took a quick scan of the room. No trace of anything unusual.

The closet was closed, there was no blood anywhere. It wasn’t cold anymore either. The clown suit was on the floor.

When he followed in, he looked around like you did. He walked to the suit and picked it up, looking it over.

“Sorry I must’ve… dropped it,” you mumbled absentmindedly. He just waved you off, unbothered, and folded it into the suitcase before shutting it.

“That’s all then, I suppose,” he announced quietly.

There was nothing else to do but leave. The trailer would be picked up by someone else, stowed away to collect dust another year.

Together, you left. The door was shut and locked, he grabbed two suitcases and so did you..

He took a last look at the grounds, not contemplating much longer before heading off the carnival grounds.

The walk was quiet, you didn’t have much to talk about until you reached the main road. From there, you followed his lead to his home. Excitement grew in your chest, you finally got to see where he lived.

A few turns later, you walked up to a small house, which he dropped the suitcases in front of to scramble for his keys.

The house was a bit run down from the outside, it looked pretty old, but for the most part clean. There was a front yard, not very big and the grass was grown out a bit, but the porch looked nice and used.

Quickly, when he found his keys and unlocked the door, he disappeared into the house. You assumed he wanted to check the place out before letting you in.

The suitcases sat on the porch then, you waited by the door, refraining from peeking through the windows.

Not long after, the door opened again, bob emerging from it. He grabbed two suitcases, you the two remaining ones.

“Come on in,” he mused, motioning you to follow.

You smiled and stepped inside behind him, immediately looking around curiously.

The first room you saw was the living room and connected kitchen.

It was pretty tidy, clean enough, a little dull. The furniture looked to be more about functionality than aesthetic. There were pictures on the wall, no plants. It smelled like him, in a good way.

Most importantly, it looked comfortable and well lived in. The dullness wasn’t a bad thing, your home wasn’t overly decorated either. You wouldn’t judge him for this, or for anything really. You knew he was struggling.

You followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. The room you were most excited about.

The door opened with a slight struggle and a creak. He set the suitcases down, you did as well.

Compared to the living room and kitchen, the bedroom looked even nicer. There was a big bed, made roughly, multiple pillows. A big wooden closet, the windows were wide. His makeup table, which you assumed he used to practice at home, was organized well. A few lamps scattered around, a string light above the bed. Candles. You imagined in the evening, the room would be soaked in cozy yellow light.

You liked it, a lot. You hoped to spend a lot of time in there.

By the time you were done observing his room, he had already begun sorting out his things and moving them into their respective places.

“I can do this myself, you get comfortable,” he muttered as he hung up the clown suit first, to get it out of the way.

You did as you were told, sitting at the corner of the bed.

The bed was soft, a little worn. Already you imagined spending nights here, cuddling, waking up together, sharing breakfast, reading the newspaper. So domestic, so new, so exciting.

Other things, you imagined too. Just briefly, just images flashing past your thoughts. Spending nights more intimately, more privately.

For a while, you spaced out and imagined many scenarios, imagining a future of getting to know each other better, maybe even falling in love.

Oh boy. That was a step you wouldn’t take lightly, you already knew. Your thoughts were moving too quickly for your own liking.

Still, a nice fantasy.

Bob stowed the last suitcase in his closet, closing it and stretching his arms and back. It pulled you from your thoughts, eyes now glued on him, watching his long limbs stretch out, the muscles on his back move and flex through his shirt. Quite the sight.

He breathed out heavily when he relaxed, looking at you with a smile. He looked much better than earlier, less devastated, less hurt. There were traces, but they weren’t primary.

He walked up and sat next to you on the bed. His arms wrapped themselves around you, his head dipping onto your shoulder.

In the quiet of the room, you heard him inhale deeply, breathing you in. You blushed.

“I don’t think I’ve thanked you yet,” he mumbled against your shoulder, “for helping out today.”

You smiled and looked up, thinking, “no, I don’t think you have either.”

A quiet chuckle next to you, “thank you. Would’ve been much tougher without you.”

You hummed, sliding an arm around his waist and squeezing. Your head turned, lips puckering to kiss his forehead. “I agree. You’re very welcome.”

He kissed your neck tenderly, nuzzling his nose into your sensitive skin. Then, he ever so gently nibbled on it. There was no force behind his teeth, jaw barely moving at all.

It made your skin prick in surprise.

Before you could react or say anything, he lifted his head and looked at you with a small smile. “Would’ve loved to have offered you dinner but I got nothing here,” he said out of the blue, as if his little bites didn’t make you burn up.

You blinked at him, for a moment out of it. He waited patiently for the effect to wear off.

“That’s-“ you cleared your throat, “it’s fine. I guess we could go out to eat?.”

He seemed to think about it, “Mh. Why not,” he said, seemingly on board with the idea.

But then he yawned and you took a closer look. His eyes were glassy and lightly blood shot, he was pale, dark circles occupying the space under his eyes.

Clearly, he was incredibly tired. Which was more than understandable after the day he’d had. Both the physical labor and the emotional turmoil. Not to mention the whole week, with shows and late nights with you.

You hadn’t noticed before, it was like the energy drained from him within seconds.

Nonetheless, he moved to get up, tired joints not agreeing, yet he tried to force them.

Quickly, you stopped him. “Hold on,” you said, “actually… I think we should stay in. I’m pretty tired, I think sitting somewhere for hours gonna be too much for me,” you felt like saying he seemed too tired would backfire and cause him to push himself even more.

“I could go and grab some things quickly and we’ll eat here. That sound good?” You offered.

There was surprise, but even more silent appreciation in his eyes. He settled back into his previous sitting position and breathed out, stifling another yawn. “Well, if you’re too tired, we can do that, sure.”

You smiled and leaned in, pecking his cheek. “Splendid. You wait here, I’ll be back soon.”

Already drowsy, bob nodded and watched you get up. He slouched more, bit by bit. “I’ll wait right here,” he repeated lazily and rubbed his eyes. Looked like he was already mentally asleep.

How cute.

You predicted he’d fall asleep the second you’d walk out the door. Part of you wanted to stay and watch.

Maybe sit back, let him rest his head on your lap or your chest. Listen to his breathing even out, watch his body relax. Maybe hold your hand to the back of his neck, maybe on his head. Gently stroking, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. Take your time admiring him, unbothered, at your own pace, from head to toe.

Still, you nodded, “okay, sweet.”

You left the room, then the house and made your way to the closest store.

It wasn’t far away. You picked out some nutritious groceries, planning a meal in your head. Luckily you carried enough cash.

Leaving the store with a bag in your arm, you noticed the weather looked brighter than before. The sun had emerged from the clouds, the breeze has settled down. It was nice out and you were grateful for that.

You walked down the street, thinking of the meal you’d have to prepare, thinking of the utensils you’d have to find in his kitchen.

Not far from bobs house, you passed a front yard with the prettiest flowers. Figuring you weren’t in a rush, you stopped to look at them. They smelled heavenly. Rich, fresh scents filling your nose. Sweet, too. They kind of smelled like cotton candy, you thought. Taking another sniff, they stared smelling like peanuts. And popcorn. You’d never smelt flowers like those.

Looking up, you saw a man by the front door. Presumably the home owner. He was quite short, overweight, bald, dressed in simple pants and a tank top.

You gave him a polite smile, “they’re beautiful,” you called out to him.

He was still in his spot, staring at you. For a moment, there was silence and a sort of discomfort came over you.

Then, he snapped out of it, a smile stretching over his lips. “Why thank you,” he said, voice cheery and friendly.

You breathed a sigh of relief, watching him step closer with a limp. In front of you, he took a glance at the flowers, then looked back at you.

“Say, what kind are these? They smell peculiar.”

He raised his eyebrows, “do you not like the smell?”

You shook your head, “I do. I’ve just never seen flowers that smell like that before.”

“Well, what do they smell like?”

Looking back down at them, you leaned in and took another whiff, wanting to make sure you weren’t imagining earlier, “like… candy. And roasted peanuts.”

“…and?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and breathed in.

Suddenly, your grasp on the groceries wavered, your eyes widened and you stepped back.

They smelled like blood, rotten blood, stinging your nostrils.

“Tell me, Y/N, what do they smell like?”

His face twisted, smile growing disgustingly wide, mouth overflowing with dirty saliva.

With a yelp, you turned and ran off as quick as you could. Behind you, the same laugh as you heard in the closet of echoed, following you. You hadn’t sprinted like this in a while, your legs burned and almost gave out when you reached bobs house.

Looking back once to make sure nothing was behind you, you opened the door, shutting it behind quickly. The bag in your hand was rustling, you were trembling lightly. A strong twist in your gut, physical dread.

Exhaling deeply, you tried your best to calm down.

You found your way to the kitchen counter, placing the bag on it quickly.

First, you needed to check on Bob.

You walked up the stairs hurriedly, opening the door with a creak.

When you looked inside, the knot in your stomach loosened a little bit.

Bob was still there, he was lying on his back like he had just fallen onto the mattress when you left.

His feet were dangling above the floor, still in his shoes.

But as you looked at his face, you saw his eyes flutter open slowly.

You breathed out and approached him quietly, swallowing down your fear. “Hey,” you whispered.

He looked at you then, groggy and sluggish. Still, there was a smile on his lips, “hey, you’re back,” he replied, voice rough and quiet.

Blinking away his sleep, he reached up and rubbed his eyes, slowly coming to.

You nodded and sat on the bed beside him. You debated telling him what had just happened, this time certain you couldn’t have hallucinated any of that. You weren’t that crazy.

At the same time, you didn’t want to alarm him. It was a stupid thought process of yours. This was something you shouldn’t keep to yourself, not if it had directly threatened him.

But how on gods green earth, could you possibly explain that without sounding utterly insane?

There was no rational way, was there?

Certainly, he wouldn’t do that to you, but a part of you feared to be put in an asylum, it was a possibility. And you knew very well what went down in those.

Before you could actually open your mouth and approach this dilemma, he sat up and immediately leaned into your body.

You held him to yourself, feeling how warm he was from having slept. He even smelled like pure warmth.

“I…” you swallowed, you struggled, you sighed, “I’ll start cooking then, yeah?”

You needed to tell him, but maybe not right now. You could do it later, yeah.

He looked up at you, almost lying in your lap, “okay, that sounds good, thank you. I’m starving,” he said with a appreciative smile.

“Okay,” you smiled back, as much as you could manage, “you stay here, I’ll call you down when I’m done.”

He hummed, “I can come and help,” he offered.

You shook your head and carefully released your hold on him, “no, you’ve done enough for the day. Happy to do this for ya,” you stood up and watched him lean back a little. Surely he’d fall back asleep, you thought.

To your surprise, he stood up, suddenly much taller than you again.

“Well, okay. I’ll be showering then, definitely need it,” he chuckled and pat your shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom.

You watched him, suddenly feeling a need to join him. You shook it off and went to the kitchen instead. Both of you had to eat.

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Hướng dẫn viết CV xin việc IT cho người chưa có kinh nghiệm giúp tăng cơ hội trúng tuyển

Đối với nhiều sinh viên ngành công nghệ thông tin mới ra trường hoặc những người đang chuyển sang lĩnh vực IT, việc chưa có kinh nghiệm làm việc thường khiến quá trình viết CV trở nên khó khăn. Tuy nhiên, trong thực tế, nhà tuyển dụng không chỉ đánh giá ứng viên dựa trên kinh nghiệm mà còn quan tâm đến nền tảng kiến thức, kỹ năng chuyên môn và tiềm năng phát triển lâu dài.

Một CV xin việc IT cho người chưa có kinh nghiệm nếu được chuẩn bị đúng cách vẫn có thể giúp bạn gây ấn tượng và tạo cơ hội bước vào vòng phỏng vấn. Bài viết dưới đây sẽ hướng dẫn chi tiết cách xây dựng CV IT dành cho sinh viên hoặc fresher, giúp hồ sơ của bạn trở nên rõ ràng, chuyên nghiệp và thu hút hơn trong mắt nhà tuyển dụng.

CV Xin Việc IT Cho Người Chưa Có Kinh Nghiệm Cần Những Gì?

Khi chưa có nhiều kinh nghiệm làm việc thực tế, CV của bạn cần được xây dựng một cách logic và tập trung vào những yếu tố thể hiện khả năng kỹ thuật cũng như tiềm năng phát triển. Thay vì chỉ nhấn mạnh vào kinh nghiệm, bạn nên làm nổi bật các nội dung như kiến thức chuyên môn, kỹ năng lập trình, dự án cá nhân và định hướng nghề nghiệp.

Dưới đây là những phần nội dung quan trọng nên có trong CV xin việc IT cho người chưa có kinh nghiệm.

Thông Tin Cá Nhân

Thông tin cá nhân là phần mở đầu trong CV và giúp nhà tuyển dụng dễ dàng liên hệ với bạn khi cần thiết. Nội dung ở phần này nên được trình bày ngắn gọn, rõ ràng và mang tính chuyên nghiệp.

Các thông tin cơ bản nên bao gồm:

• Họ và tên
• Số điện thoại
• Email liên hệ
• GitHub hoặc portfolio cá nhân
• LinkedIn (nếu có)

Đối với ứng viên ngành IT, việc bổ sung GitHub hoặc portfolio là một lợi thế lớn. Đây là nơi bạn có thể chia sẻ các dự án lập trình, mã nguồn hoặc sản phẩm công nghệ đã thực hiện. Nhờ đó, nhà tuyển dụng có thể đánh giá trực tiếp kỹ năng và khả năng thực hành của bạn.

Ngoài ra, bạn nên sử dụng email mang tính chuyên nghiệp, ví dụ như email chứa tên thật của mình. Tránh sử dụng những email mang tính cá nhân hoặc biệt danh vì điều này có thể làm giảm sự chuyên nghiệp của CV.

Mục Tiêu Nghề Nghiệp

Mục tiêu nghề nghiệp là phần giúp nhà tuyển dụng hiểu rõ định hướng phát triển của bạn trong lĩnh vực công nghệ thông tin. Đối với ứng viên chưa có kinh nghiệm, phần này nên thể hiện mong muốn học hỏi, phát triển kỹ năng và tham gia vào các dự án thực tế.

Một mục tiêu nghề nghiệp tốt nên:

• Ngắn gọn và rõ ràng
• Liên quan trực tiếp đến vị trí ứng tuyển
• Thể hiện mong muốn phát triển trong ngành IT

Ví dụ:

Fresher Developer tốt nghiệp ngành Công nghệ thông tin với nền tảng về Java và phát triển web. Mong muốn được tham gia vào môi trường làm việc chuyên nghiệp để nâng cao kỹ năng lập trình, học hỏi kinh nghiệm từ các lập trình viên có kinh nghiệm và đóng góp vào các dự án phần mềm của công ty.

Trình Độ Học Vấn

Đối với những ứng viên chưa có kinh nghiệm làm việc, học vấn là yếu tố giúp nhà tuyển dụng đánh giá nền tảng kiến thức của bạn.

Phần này nên bao gồm các thông tin cơ bản như:

• Tên trường hoặc cơ sở đào tạo
• Chuyên ngành học
• Thời gian học tập

Nếu trong quá trình học bạn đạt được các thành tích nổi bật như điểm trung bình cao, học bổng hoặc tham gia các cuộc thi lập trình, bạn cũng nên đưa vào CV để tăng tính thuyết phục.

Ví dụ:

Sinh viên ngành Công nghệ thông tin – Đại học X (2021 – 2025)

Kỹ Năng Chuyên Môn IT

Kỹ năng chuyên môn là phần quan trọng nhất trong CV xin việc IT cho người chưa có kinh nghiệm vì đây là yếu tố giúp nhà tuyển dụng đánh giá khả năng kỹ thuật của bạn.

Để CV dễ đọc hơn, bạn nên chia kỹ năng thành các nhóm rõ ràng.

Ngôn ngữ lập trình

• Java
• Python
• JavaScript
• C++

Framework và công nghệ

• React
• Angular
• Spring Boot

Cơ sở dữ liệu

• MySQL
• PostgreSQL
• MongoDB

Công cụ phát triển

• Git
• Visual Studio Code
• Docker
• Linux

Bạn chỉ nên liệt kê những công nghệ mà mình thực sự hiểu và đã từng sử dụng. Việc đưa quá nhiều kỹ năng nhưng không nắm vững có thể khiến bạn gặp khó khăn khi phỏng vấn.

Dự Án Cá Nhân Hoặc Dự Án Học Tập

Đối với sinh viên hoặc fresher, dự án cá nhân là phần rất quan trọng trong CV vì đây là minh chứng rõ ràng cho khả năng lập trình của bạn.

Khi trình bày dự án, bạn nên cung cấp các thông tin sau:

• Tên dự án
• Mô tả chức năng chính
• Công nghệ sử dụng
• Vai trò của bạn trong dự án

Ví dụ:

Website quản lý sinh viên

Phát triển hệ thống quản lý thông tin sinh viên sử dụng Java Spring Boot và MySQL. Trong dự án này, bạn tham gia xây dựng chức năng đăng nhập người dùng, quản lý dữ liệu sinh viên và thực hiện các thao tác CRUD trên hệ thống.

Việc mô tả dự án rõ ràng sẽ giúp nhà tuyển dụng hiểu được cách bạn áp dụng kiến thức vào thực tế.

Kinh Nghiệm Thực Tập (Nếu Có)

Nếu bạn từng tham gia thực tập tại công ty công nghệ, đây sẽ là một lợi thế lớn trong CV.

Phần này nên trình bày các thông tin như:

• Tên công ty
• Thời gian thực tập
• Vị trí đảm nhận
• Các công việc đã thực hiện

Ngoài ra, bạn cũng có thể đề cập đến những kỹ năng hoặc kinh nghiệm thực tế mà mình học được trong quá trình thực tập như làm việc nhóm, sử dụng Git hoặc tham gia phát triển một chức năng trong dự án.

Kỹ Năng Mềm

Bên cạnh kỹ năng kỹ thuật, nhiều công ty IT cũng đánh giá cao các kỹ năng mềm của ứng viên, đặc biệt là đối với các vị trí fresher.

Một số kỹ năng mềm quan trọng trong ngành IT bao gồm:

• Làm việc nhóm
• Tư duy logic
• Giải quyết vấn đề
• Quản lý thời gian
• Khả năng tự học

Bạn nên liên hệ những kỹ năng này với các dự án hoặc hoạt động học tập đã tham gia để tăng tính thuyết phục.

Chứng Chỉ Và Khóa Học IT

Nếu bạn đã tham gia các khóa học hoặc đạt được chứng chỉ liên quan đến công nghệ thông tin, hãy bổ sung chúng vào CV.

Những chứng chỉ này cho thấy bạn là người chủ động học hỏi và liên tục nâng cao kiến thức chuyên môn.

Ví dụ:

• Khóa học lập trình Python
• Chứng chỉ phát triển Web
• Bootcamp lập trình Full Stack

Mẹo Viết CV Xin Việc IT Cho Người Chưa Có Kinh Nghiệm

Việc chưa có kinh nghiệm không đồng nghĩa với việc CV của bạn kém cạnh tranh. Nếu biết cách trình bày, bạn vẫn có thể tạo được ấn tượng tốt với nhà tuyển dụng.

Ưu tiên kỹ năng và dự án

Trong ngành IT, nhà tuyển dụng thường đánh giá năng lực thông qua dự án và sản phẩm thực tế. Vì vậy, bạn nên dành nhiều không gian trong CV để mô tả các dự án cá nhân thay vì chỉ tập trung vào kinh nghiệm làm việc.

Đính kèm GitHub hoặc Portfolio

GitHub là nơi nhà tuyển dụng có thể xem mã nguồn và cách bạn xây dựng dự án. Điều này giúp chứng minh rằng bạn có khả năng lập trình thực sự chứ không chỉ dừng lại ở kiến thức lý thuyết.

Sử dụng từ khóa chuyên ngành

Hãy sử dụng các từ khóa phù hợp với vị trí ứng tuyển như HTML, CSS, JavaScript, React, Python hoặc Java. Điều này giúp CV của bạn dễ dàng vượt qua các hệ thống lọc CV tự động (ATS).

Trình bày CV gọn gàng

Một CV chuyên nghiệp nên dài khoảng 1 đến 2 trang với bố cục rõ ràng. Hãy sử dụng tiêu đề, gạch đầu dòng và font chữ dễ đọc để nhà tuyển dụng có thể nhanh chóng nắm bắt thông tin quan trọng.

CV Front End Developer: Cách Viết Chuyên Nghiệp Giúp Lập Trình Viên Gây Ấn Tượng Với Nhà Tuyển Dụng

Trong lĩnh vực công nghệ thông tin, đặc biệt là phát triển web, nhà tuyển dụng thường đánh giá ứng viên dựa nhiều vào kỹ năng thực tế và các dự án đã thực hiện. Vì vậy, một CV Front End Developer không chỉ đơn thuần là bản giới thiệu cá nhân mà còn là tài liệu thể hiện năng lực lập trình, kinh nghiệm phát triển giao diện và khả năng tham gia vào các dự án thực tế.

Một CV được trình bày rõ ràng, đầy đủ thông tin và thể hiện đúng kỹ năng chuyên môn sẽ giúp bạn tạo ấn tượng ngay từ vòng sàng lọc hồ sơ. Bài viết dưới đây sẽ hướng dẫn chi tiết cách xây dựng CV Front End Developer chuyên nghiệp, giúp tăng cơ hội được nhà tuyển dụng chú ý và mời phỏng vấn.

CV Front End Developer Cần Có Những Nội Dung Gì?

1. Thông Tin Cá Nhân

Phần thông tin cá nhân giúp nhà tuyển dụng nhanh chóng biết bạn là ai và cách liên hệ khi cần thiết. Nội dung ở phần này nên ngắn gọn nhưng đầy đủ những thông tin quan trọng.

Các thông tin nên có trong CV Front End Developer gồm:

• Họ và tên
• Số điện thoại
• Email chuyên nghiệp
• Link GitHub hoặc Portfolio
• LinkedIn (nếu có)

Đối với lập trình viên, việc cung cấp GitHub hoặc portfolio dự án là yếu tố rất quan trọng. Nhà tuyển dụng thường xem trực tiếp mã nguồn hoặc sản phẩm để đánh giá khả năng lập trình và cách tổ chức dự án của ứng viên.

2. Mục Tiêu Nghề Nghiệp

Mục tiêu nghề nghiệp giúp nhà tuyển dụng hiểu rõ định hướng phát triển của bạn trong lĩnh vực Front End. Đây cũng là phần thể hiện mong muốn đóng góp của bạn đối với công ty và kế hoạch phát triển bản thân trong tương lai.

Khi viết mục tiêu nghề nghiệp trong CV Front End Developer, bạn nên trình bày ngắn gọn, rõ ràng và tập trung vào những yếu tố liên quan đến công việc như kỹ năng lập trình, định hướng chuyên môn và mong muốn tham gia vào các dự án thực tế.

Một mục tiêu nghề nghiệp hiệu quả thường kết hợp giữa mục tiêu cá nhân và giá trị bạn có thể mang lại cho doanh nghiệp.

Ví dụ:

• Mong muốn trở thành Front End Developer chuyên nghiệp, tham gia xây dựng các giao diện website hiện đại, thân thiện với người dùng và tối ưu trải nghiệm trên nhiều thiết bị.
• Không ngừng nâng cao kỹ năng lập trình, đặc biệt là JavaScript và các framework phổ biến như React, Vue hoặc Angular.
• Tích lũy kinh nghiệm thông qua việc tham gia các dự án thực tế và đóng góp vào quá trình phát triển sản phẩm của công ty.

Một mục tiêu nghề nghiệp được viết rõ ràng sẽ giúp CV Front End Developer thể hiện sự nghiêm túc, định hướng phát triển và tinh thần học hỏi của ứng viên.

3. Kỹ Năng Chuyên Môn

Kỹ năng chuyên môn là phần quan trọng nhất trong CV của lập trình viên. Nhà tuyển dụng thường dựa vào các kỹ năng kỹ thuật để đánh giá khả năng làm việc và mức độ phù hợp của ứng viên với vị trí Front End Developer.

Khi trình bày kỹ năng trong CV Front End Developer, bạn nên chia thành từng nhóm rõ ràng để nhà tuyển dụng dễ dàng theo dõi.

4. Ngôn Ngữ Lập Trình Và Công Nghệ Cơ Bản

Đây là những kỹ năng nền tảng mà hầu hết Front End Developer đều cần có để xây dựng giao diện website.

Một số công nghệ cơ bản thường xuất hiện trong CV gồm:

• HTML: Ngôn ngữ đánh dấu dùng để xây dựng cấu trúc nội dung của trang web.
• CSS: Công nghệ giúp định dạng bố cục, màu sắc và phong cách hiển thị của website.
• JavaScript: Ngôn ngữ lập trình giúp tạo ra các chức năng tương tác và xử lý logic phía giao diện người dùng.

Những kỹ năng này là nền tảng quan trọng giúp lập trình viên phát triển các trang web hiện đại và dễ sử dụng.

Xem thêm: https://maucvchuyennghiep.com/cv-front-end-developer/

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