Vector x Reader x Gru

You looked up only to see Vector, his shining yet dull eyes accelerating your heart making you almost faint. His evil stupid laugh made your heart go thumpthump. His plump but crusty lips makes you want to close its gap with your mouth.

Fuck, he's as hot as the last time I saw him.

As the thought lingers in your mind, you couldn't resist to greet him. However, his smile suddenly faded into a pout. The rays of sun grew dark, you were confuzzled. Really, it was disappointing to see him sad, and you were genuinely concerned, oblivious at the thought of jealousy.

"Um, Vector?"

His head rose up abruptly as he regained his senses. He stood there, and smiled again, as if nothing had happened. But this wasn't quite persuasive of him to show that he's fine. He'd usually have a rather cheerful and flerty personality, but today was quite gloomy of him.

"Are you okay?", you continued

"Yuh mamacita, worried for me bby?", he replied almost instantly, pulling a lip bite on his face. He looked so fucking smug that you are internally screaming, blood rushing through your veins and your heart throbing like a flapping dying and fat seal trying to find a segsy female to mate with. He seems alright, so you brushed it off and continued with the next topic.

"So, what makes you come see me today? And how the ever loving fuck did you find me?"

"I came to see you because.. Because I just want to. And I found ya with my hot wamen tracke-"

Before he finished, a figure appeared in front of you, with the same and recognizable shiny bald head. Behind him came a few hot creatures, they had skin yellow as piss and wore denim blue overalls with a tiny Doraemon pocket. They look adorable and good looking, but at the sight of Gru, it had no smexi effect on you.

But anyways, you were here to see Gru, so you were happy that he was in front of you right now.You greet him warmly, only to be replied with nothing but two bloodshot stares, from your dearest Gru and Vector. Simultaneously, they asked you the same question,

"(y/n), who is this man?"

You knew you fucked up.