Showing yall my most recent art trade with @graywey ‼️‼️This is his yandere Onceler oc, that also happens to have a really cool blog that yall should totally check out 💥💥💥 hehehehe I had so much fun making this one ‼️
Can you write Yandere Oncie x Gender neutral Reader (smut)?
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hey! so i don't know if you wanted onceler or greedler so i just wrote greedler because i cant really imagine onceler in this situation. if it's wrong, im sorry, you can request again when asks are open!
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— possession's jealousy
yandere onceler (greedler) x reader smut
you and onceler had been dating for a while now, and while his initial charm and charisma had drawn you in, there was a side to him that was becoming more evident—his possessiveness. it wasn't that he was controlling or aggressive, but he made it clear that he wanted you all to himself, not willing to share your affection with anyone else.
it was a breezy evening, and you and onceler were attending a social event at an elegant venue. the hall was adorned with sparkling chandeliers and pretty decorations, befitting of his opulent tastes. as the night progressed, you couldn't help but mingle with some of the other attendees, catching up with old friends and making new acquaintances.
one particular man seemed eager to strike up a conversation with you, and you found yourself engaging in polite small talk. you were careful to keep the conversation friendly, but onceler's possessive instincts sensed the situation before he even saw it. he watched from across the room, his eyes locked onto you and the man, an unsettling intensity in his gaze.
as the conversation between you and the man continued, onceler's grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles turning white under his gloves. he felt a simmering anger building up inside him, unable to bear the thought of another man showing interest in you.
finally unable to contain himself any longer, he made his way towards you, his steps quick and determined. when he reached your side, he casually draped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. a forced smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a hint of madness.
"y/n, there you are," he said, his voice sweet but laced with an edge of possessiveness.
you turned to him, slightly taken aback by his sudden appearance. "hey, onceler. i was just chatting with—"
"chatting, were you?" he interrupted, his tone falsely light. "how cute." his fingers tightened around your waist, a subtle warning to the man you were talking to.
as the man excused himself, onceler's possessive instincts still lingered, and he felt an overwhelming urge to have you all to himself. he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else vying for your attention. taking your hand, he whispered, "come with me, y/n. i wanna be alone with you for a moment."
without waiting for your response, he guided you through the crowd and out of the hall to a random small room with lots of cleaning supplies, hidden from prying eyes. the air was cool, and the soft glow of dim lights added an air of intimacy to the moment.
onceler turned to face you, his eyes burning with intensity. "you're mine, y/n," he said, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "no one else can have you.. understand?"
"bu-"
before you could respond, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a sudden and rough kiss that makes you gasp. you feel his hands roam over your body, stroking your back and hips. his fingers dig into your ass, and he presses against you, grinding you against his hardening cock.
he breaks off the kiss long enough to murmur in your ear, "i'm going to fuck you right here, y/n. i'm gonna claim you as my own, make you scream for me. and then i'll take you home, tie you up, and fuck you senseless."
his words send shivers down your spine, and you can't deny how aroused you feel by his words. you're already wet, and his cock throbs against your stomach. he pulls you closer to him, pressing you tighter against him.
"one...onceler," you whimper, unable to hide your arousal. your heart hammers in your chest, and you bite your lip to stifle your moans.
onceler smirks, his eyes glowing with amusement. "you know you can't just flirt with other men, don't you?" he asks, his thumb tracing circles along your inner thigh.
"yes, i'm sorry." you moan.
"good," he says, his voice low and husky. "i'm going to fuck you so good, y/n."
you nod eagerly, needing his touch. you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, and you know it's only a matter of time before you explode.
onceler steps forward, his erection rubbing against you. he pushes you against the wall, pinning you there. his hands roam over your body, feeling every inch of your skin. as his fingers trace down your sides, he gently grabs your cheeks, squeezing them.
"don't worry, y/n," he murmurs, kissing you again. "i won't hurt you. i just want you to remember who you belong to."
you moan softly into his mouth, your knees weak. you reach up, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you. as he kisses you, he slides his hands down to your thighs, slowly pushing them apart. he reaches around you and unzips his pants, freeing his thick cock from its confinement.
he stares down at you with lustful hunger, his cock twitching with need. he cups his hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly, enjoying the sight of his dick sliding between your legs.
"you're mine, and mine only. say it." he says with a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with madness.
"i'm yours.," you whisper, not wanting to provoke him further.
onceler smiles at this, his expression softening. he strokes your cheek with his free hand, his thumb running along your jawline. he leans in and kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth. his fingers trail down your neck.
"im just warming you up," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "in a few minutes, you'll be begging me for release."
with his other hand, he reaches between your legs, rubbing you. you let out a sigh, shuddering as he teases you with his fingers. you feel your bottom throbbing with desire, desperate for him to touch you.
he watches intently, his eyes hooded with lust.
"dammit, y/n, i cant wait much longer," he groans. "i want you so bad."
onceler suddenly pulls away, his face flushed with excitement. he grins wickedly at you, licking his lips.
"oh god," you moan, reaching down to stroke his bulging member. "im so wet."
onceler chuckles and steps in close again, pressing himself against you. his cock rubs against your underwear, and you feel yourself lubricate even further, soaking through your underwear.
"gonna fuck you so hard," he growls, pulling your top over your head and tossing it aside.
you help him undress, watching him peel off his gloves. he tosses them to the floor, then shoves your shirt down your arms, his fingers trailing over your bare chest.
you moan softly as he kisses and licks your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. his tongue flickers across your collarbone, teasing you.
"you like having your neck kissed, don't you?" he murmurs, sucking on your skin.
you turn to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck. you kiss him deeply, moaning as his cock brushes against your stomach. he pushes you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body. his fingers tease your chest, rubbing your hard nipples. he bites your neck and shoulders, his teeth scraping against your tender flesh.
"please," you moan, arching your back to give him better access.
onceler takes advantage of your vulnerable position, pushing your panties aside and dipping two fingers in your wet hole. as you writhe against him, he moves his fingers slowly, driving you wild with pleasure. finally, he pushes his cock in, coating his entire length in your slickness.
"god, y/n," he groans, holding you tight against him. "you feel amazing.
onceler begins to thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours. you cry out, feeling each hard plunge of his cock inside you. he pumps in and out of you. it sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you weak at the knees.
"i can't hold on any longer," he gasps. "fuck, i want to cum inside you."
onceler pins you against the wall, his breathing heavy. he kisses you and nibbles your earlobe, his hands roaming over your body. he pushes you harder against the wall, his cock hitting deep inside you. he lets out a loud moan, his muscles tensing as he cums. his balls tighten, and he thrusts wildly into you, his pelvis slamming against yours.
you moan loudly, your walls clenching around his dick as he shoots ropes of semen inside you. his cock pulsates, and he pulls out, releasing another rope of cum onto your stomach.
onceler snarls, his eyes flashing with rage. he grips your wrists, his nails digging into your skin.
"oh my god." you gasp, wincing in pain.
onceler releases your hands and steps back, wiping his cock clean with a piece of paper towel.
standing up straight, he says "now get dressed. we're leaving."
C-can you p-please do yandere onceler x reader oneshot but he is evil but still okay?? uwu
since you’re the first to ask whatever you say goes i guess. i’ve only ever seen the lorax movie and am not in that fandom so uh, hope his personality is alright. not a specific ask so i just did a scenario i thought of. i did my best. enjoy. there’s changing perspectives marked by the heart dividers. also i forgot he wears a hat so he is hatless.
Scenario: An Act of Kindness
Word Count: 3.5k
Despite being the town outcast, you were able to observe the daily events of the town square without being harassed. That was mostly because of the people who usually ended up in the square. Quite often would outside people come and try to pitch some crazy new idea; starry-eyed yet full of underlying greed. But, this guy was different.
He’d been coming around pretty often now; the thneed guy. In the beginning, you had just rolled your eyes seeing him setting up in the gazebo. You’d hear him sing about his ridiculous invention, only to be harshly booed by a larger and larger crowd. Now there was almost anticipation from the heckling people, waiting to chuck more tomatoes at the poor, strangely stubborn guy.
Seriously, why hadn’t he given up? He was chased away and made fun of every day and would leave to go to who knows where. Yet he always came back, continuing to sing that stupid song about thneeds.
So that leads to now. You doing something out of character.
The sun was setting as people left the square, bored after a day without tomatoes to throw. This was the first time you had seen him so upset. Although very obviously naïve, the black-haired man was overwhelmingly passionate about his…craft, so you felt sympathy. Looks like his guitar got smashed, which you supposed is why he looked so downtrodden.
You didn’t like seeing the stubbornly positive guy look so hopeless.
“Hey.” With your hands in your pockets you strolled toward the bench he was slouching on. The broken guitar was next to him. “Could I sit next to you?”
He didn’t respond. You frowned. It looks like he couldn’t even hear you. With a loud sigh, you kicked at the bench. “Dude. I’m talking to you. Your guitar is in my spot.” Finally, he looked up, eyes shooting open and staring for a moment too long before stuttering out an apology. You sighed and sat down once he moved the broken instrument. It was amusing how he was fidgeting, obviously nervous, and maybe not prepared for anyone to actually talk to him. “What’s your name?”
“Huh?” He rubbed his arm, still staring at you.
“I’m not just going to call you the thneed guy. What’s your name.”
“Oh! It’s Onceler.” He reached out his gloved hand, and you raised your brow. You gave your name in return and shook his hand, ignoring the dirty glove. After the handshake, he continued to fidget. Onceler would look around then look back at you, almost disbelieving. Were you intimidating or was he just not used to people?
“So, Onceler,” You resisted a chuckle at his name, “What’s got you down?” You rested your elbow on your leg and rest your head on your palm, watching him.
“Oh. Uh. Well, you see…” Onceler fidgeted his fingers, eyes looking anywhere but you. He seemed to still be confused as to why you were talking to him, cheeks flushing red. He kept mumbling out random filler words before letting out a large sigh, deflating. “A little girl broke my guitar.” You nodded, pursing your lips. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. “And, well, you know, this guitar kind of…meant a lot to me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Now it’s broken and, well, I’ve got nothing to show for it.” Onceler held up the pink piece of clothing that was beside him, frown deepening, “I think that maybe now is the time I should give up. Throw in the towel.”
“What?” You were alarmed. You honestly felt really sad for Onceler. He was just a naïve guy chasing his passions, courageous enough to put himself out there. You couldn’t in good conscience just watch such a positive person become hopeless. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” Onceler laughed, gaze sad, “I’m a failure. Everyone hates my thneeds. Everyone hates me. I shouldn’t have moved out here in the first place.” He covered his face with his hands, mumbling under his breath, “My parents were right.”
“Knock it off,” You smacked Onceler upside the head, and he let out a squeak of alarm. He grabbed the back of his head and gave you the most confused look you’d ever seen. “Don’t be all pessimistic. Doesn’t suit you.” You clicked your tongue when he still kept staring at you blankly, looking to have zero thoughts in his head.
You reached over and somewhat aggressively took his thneed, messing around with it in your hands before holding it out in front of you. You first put it on your head as a hat but felt it was stupid. Then you tried wearing it as a scarf...Success! Somehow this is the most comfortable thing you’ve ever worn.
Onceler sat there staring stupidly, and you turned to him with a grin. “Hey, it’s actually pretty good. You made this yourself, right?” Onceler nodded, eyes wide. “It’s creative, but I’m just going to use it as a scarf. How much is it?” You reached into your pocket, ignoring the spluttering mess beside you.
“Wait wait wait–you…you want to buy it!?” Onceler turned to you in absolute disbelief, making you roll your eyes.
“Isn’t that why you kept coming here? The price. Spit it out.” You snuggled a bit into the thneed, smiling. It gave you warm comfort, like the material was made of clouds, or the sun was being absorbed by it. You saw his face turn completely red, and you raised a brow. “What, did you not think of a price?”
“O–Oh! No, no not that. Um, it’s, well,” He told you how much it cost and you dutifully handed him the bills. It wasn’t that expensive, surprisingly. This was a very good deal, and you were forever comfy now.
“Nice.” You happily lifted the thneed and rubbed it on your cheek, not realizing you were smiling sweetly. You noticed the sun was almost behind the horizon and it was getting dark. Distracted, you missed the strangely reverent gaze the man beside you held. “Well, looks like I’m out of here.”
“Huh?” Onceler jolted, and you laughed. He was kind of an airhead.
“It’s getting late. You should probably head back too.” You stood up and patted your pants, readjusting the thneed around your neck.
“Will you…” Onceler suddenly spoke up, and you turned to face him. He stuttered a bit more then went silent, blushing brightly in shame. You rolled your eyes, putting a hand on his head. You ruffled his black hair, before pulling back with a grin.
“Don’t act so unconfident. I think you have a real future with this thneed thing. I believe in you.” You hoped that gave him some confidence. “So, you better come back tomorrow. I’d be bored if you didn’t.” You gave a crooked grin, tilting your head. Onceler frantically nodded, jumping to his feet and leaning forward before abruptly backing away. He gave a very shaky “goodnight” as he turned tail and ran, lanky body unsteady.
He tripped and fell on his face.
You covered your mouth.
He got back up and shouted an, “I’m okay!” before running off.
Once he was out of sight, you burst out laughing. You laughed more than you had in years.
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Onceler ran all the back to the forest, barely paying attention to the goldfish throwing cards at each other. The bears were mostly retreating since it was night, and he couldn’t see the Lorax anywhere. With a relieved sigh he ran to his–for once animal free–home.
He entered and slammed the door behind himself, before sliding to the floor with his gloved hands over his face. Onceler could still feel the heat from his face despite his thick gloves.
Was that a dream? No, that really happened. Onceler didn’t even imagine it! That really just happened!
You really talked to him!
Since he’d been going to the town he’d been getting harassed left and right. The number of tomatoes and insults was uncountable (today somebody had actually destroyed his guitar!) but he always noticed somebody who actually listened when he presented.
It was you! Onceler smiled, still covering his face. He was so flustered. You always stood to the side and never threw anything or yelled at him. You came by every day for varying amounts of time, but today you actually approached him!
You were one of the reasons Onceler kept going to town because he knew if he went he could see you at least for a moment. He admired you so much. He was always so afraid to go up to you since you were so…unreachable. You were so perfect and confident and nice and flawless. And your name was just as wonderful as you were.
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that you would really come and talk to him; comfort him. You pat him on the head and said such nice things. You said you believed in him.
Onceler suddenly jumped to his feet in excitement, dancing around the room with uncontained giddiness. It was his first-ever sale and that was amazing in itself but it was so much more because you bought it. His first ever thneed that he made was sold to you. He didn’t know what to do. He was filled with so many emotions that he thought he was going to explode. This was just the first step. Onceler already thought you were great before, and this just proved his theory. Now he needed to wait for you to feel the same thing for him–and he would start by cultivating a great friendship!
You looked so happy wearing the thneed that Onceler painstakingly made. It made everything worth it. You told him to come back tomorrow so that’s what he would do! He already had another thneed done to present with.
…
Onceler had been playing for a while, using the spare ukulele he found in his car trunk. He ignored the booing and noticed they were out of tomatoes still–like yesterday. He was relieved since now you would see him without all that gross red gunk.
After playing for a long time, looking everywhere, he grew antsy.
Where were you?
Since he’d been coming here you’d at least walk by even if just for a minute. Onceler continued to play but slowly became more disheartened. Did you…not mean what you said? Did you realize that he actually was a failure?
With all those harrowing thoughts he slowly stopped playing and walked off the stage. The smaller crowd was almost disappointed to have their daily harassment cut short, but decided to gossip loudly instead. Onceler sat on the bench from the night before, holding a thneed to his chest for comfort.
“That’s pretty intense.”
“Gosh, I know, right? It’s not like they ever bothered to fit in with us, so I guess it’s almost comeuppance? Really harsh, though.”
Onceler perked up, hearing your name come up in their conversation. Worry washed away the disappointment from before. Did something happen to you?
“They probably won’t be leaving the house for a while, I reckon. I know I wouldn’t. Muggings never happen in this town.”
Onceler gripped the ukulele’s neck, and it creaked.
“What was even stolen? They don’t ever carry a bag or wallet. Not much money can fit in pockets.”
“That’s the funny thing–apparently the muggers tried to take their…what was it…it’s that thing that annoying guy's always selling.”
“The thneed thing?”
“Mhm. That. Anyways, they fought back against the muggers and ended up getting really roughed up. I mean, I heard those muggers also got pretty beat up too, but nobody knows where they are. It’s kind of funny that the muggers even took the thneed thing, especially when that person fought so hard to keep it. They went to a hospital, all for a piece of cloth.”
The ukulele creaked, then snapped. Onceler abruptly stood up, surprising the three older women behind him. “They were…hospitalized?” Onceler’s voice was even, no indication of being upset.
One woman gave him a weird look, before shrugging. “Mhm. But I heard they ran off right back home without being fully treated. They don’t like being around people. It’s why they never are around town.” The woman spoke with slight contempt, before scuttling off with her two friends.
Onceler kept holding the broken ukulele by the neck, mind spinning with the new overload of information. You got mugged. You didn’t comply because you didn’t want them to take your thneed. You got hurt. You got hurt.
And nobody cared. No, from what he could tell, those women were somehow happy about it. Onceler realized you never interacted with anyone when you stood close to the square. Everyone treated you like you were invisible.
An outcast.
Onceler ran through town, going up to random people and asking if they knew where you lived. Most gave him disdainful looks and ignored him, and some just yelled. Finally, a kid actually answered him by pointing in a direction.
“They live in that old house at the edge of town. I heard it’s haunted. You shouldn’t go, my mommy said the person living there is weird.” Onceler grit his teeth, forcing himself not to lash out. After running some more, he finally reached your house.
...A really run-down house.
It was worn down, the wooden walls old and unsafe looking, the grass around the house matted and uncared for. Onceler went to knock on the door before stopping himself. He went to the side and looked through the window instead, seeing you on the couch watching something on TV. You were wrapped in bandages in a bunch of places, with a large medicinal patch on your cheek and a swollen eye.
Onceler was relieved to know you were okay, before becoming enraged at how hurt you were. He saw a variety of medications on the table along with an opened first aid kit. You looked strangely serene in your situation, not upset in the slightest. Like you were used to it.
Onceler backed away from the window and furrowed his brows. He wanted to go in and confront you, ask why you did something so dangerous just to protect his useless work. But then he thought about it.
…This means you like him too, right? Why else would you fight to keep something he made?
Onceler rubbed the back of his head, happy but not fully. You really liked the thneed he made, so he didn’t want to give you a replacement. That one was important. It was the most meaningful since it was his first one. You were hurt and he needed a way to comfort you without being too overbearing. Plus, there was this leftover…anger?...in his chest that he needed to get rid of. Those muggers needed to suffer the consequences. Onceler thought about it a bit, then his eyes light up.
He knew what to do.
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You were eating dinner when you heard a knock on the door.
That was new.
You dragged yourself to your feet. Only curiosity drove you to open the door, not really thinking if it could be dangerous. Nobody ever visited you. You opened the door, out of breath from walking.
“…Onceler?” You blinked a few times, wondering if you were seeing things.
“Ah–Yup! It’s me!” He smiled brightly, hands behind his back and rocking on his feet. You rose a brow.
“What are you doing here?”
“I heard rumors about what happened and got worried, so, well, I, uh, just asked around and, um, I also wanted to help so I decided to–”
“Just come in.” You left the door open and walked back to the couch, plopping down and breathing shakily. You closed your eyes briefly to steady yourself, still weak from the encounter last night. You opened one eye and stared at Onceler, seeing him standing in the middle of the room, staring. “What are you holding?”
Onceler jolted, before revealing the thneed behind his back.
“You got me another one? Thanks.” You appreciated that at least. Hopefully, it was free. You really liked those things and the muggers took your cash.
“O–Oh, no, I didn’t do that,” You frowned at him, “I thought that, um, wasn’t fair really.” You were confused. He saw your face and flushed red, “I got it back! For you. The first one. That those muggers took.” Onceler smiled proudly, walking over and presenting the thneed to you.
“Huh?” You hesitantly reached out a took it, “I–what? How?”
“I! Well, I just kind of,” Onceler twiddled his thumbs, looking away while still blushing, “I just got it back. I…found them. And took it back.” You studied him a bit, watching his jittery behavior. But then you looked at his face and saw two bright, innocent eyes. “Are you happy? Do you like it?” Onceler leaned forward, smiling hopefully.
“Yeah.” You nodded slowly, looking at the thneed closely. You move it around and hold it out in front of you. “Huh. It really is mine.” It had the marking you put on it after you bought it. A little initial in the corner of it. You shrug it around your neck, patting it back into place like it was yesterday.
“O–Of course! I thought you, well, I wanted you to keep my first one.” Onceler blushed and waved his hands. “Not in a weird way or anything! It’s my first sale so…it’s important you keep it.” You nod along, figuring it made sense.
“Thanks. I’m glad you got it back for me. Don’t know how you got it, but it makes me feel a lot better, so I don’t care.” You held it close and smiled, rubbing the soft material on your cheek again. “You can sit down next to me.” You gestured to the spot. Onceler brightened up and smiled before almost tripping as he rushed over. He sat down.
“I’m so glad you feel better.” Onceler rubbed his arm, head turned away shyly. “It really sucks that those horrible people did that.” You listened to him while looking at your thneed, nose twitching.
“Huh.” You tilted your head, “I think that’s a bloodstain.” Onceler tensed next to you, but you didn’t bother looking up. “I should probably wash it since it got dirty in the fight. It’s surprisingly sturdy.” Onceler let out a sigh and relaxed.
“Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. You should do that.” Onceler sounded strangely relieved. About what? You’ve got no clue.
“I’ll do it later. Want to watch a movie with me?” You rested your legs on the table, grabbing the remote. Onceler flushed with a bright smile.
“Of course!”
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While you watched the movie, Onceler looked at the stained thneed around your neck, tempted to wash it right now. It was dirtied by the blood of those–Onceler shook his head. Thankfully you already came to your own conclusion as to how he got the thneed back.
“You’re not wearing your gloves today.”
“Huh?” Onceler blinked, snapping back to reality. He nervously looked down at his hands, “O-Oh. Well, I usually keep them on since I work with trees a lot…”
“Like chopping them down?”
“Once. I just harvest tufts now. I figure somebody would be mad if I cut down more trees, especially since I’m living in that forest for free.”
“That’s kind of you. But, since you aren’t wearing your gloves, why’d you bring an axe? I saw it on the ground by my door.”
“My axe?” Onceler twitched, looking away. He quickly recouped and smiled shakily. “I thought maybe I could help with your house a bit. Chop down some of the trees on the other side of the town away from where I live and repair the walls. That’s why I brought it.”
“Really? That’s sweet, I guess. You don’t have too. Plus, that axe was the rustiest axe I’ve ever seen so it could never cut down a tree anyways. Once I’m better we can work on the house together–only if you want to, though. I could buy us new axes too.” You smiled, making Onceler turn bright red again.
“That sounds super fun!” Onceler sat up straight and clasped his hands together in excitement. “Maybe I can sell more thneeds so we can keep buying materials.” Onceler’s foot kept tapping, body jittering with giddiness. You laughed into your palm, shaking your head slightly before nudging his shoulder.
“Sure. I’ll hold you to it.”
You went back to the movie, leaning back into the couch. Onceler followed suit but mostly watched you instead of the movie. He was amused at your questions from earlier, realizing you were a lot more unaware than you seemed.
Onceler hadn’t meant to bring his axe with him–he just got so excited to see you after he finally got your thneed back that he just threw it to the side and hoped for the best. At least he was smart enough to take his gloves off too. You bought what he told you, which meant you trusted him a lot. In regard to it being rusted, it was probably too dark for you to see how obviously red it was–the same for his discarded gloves.
It didn’t matter. You were happy you got your thneed back, and he was happy he got more opportunities to be around you. Now you didn’t have to worry about those muggers either, because you wouldn’t see them ever again.
