[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

20: Lore And Some More

A/N: I am down bad horrendously for Deuce and it shows

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The sun was beginning to set, giving the sky a pretty pink hue to it. You and Deuce were walking down Main Street side by side with the groceries in your arms. Though, Deuce insisted on carrying more not because he thought you were weak, but just because he wanted to help you out.

It's a shame that he's not even aware that you two have been married for 50 years already.

"That store is amazing," Deuce says with a smile, "Are you excited to start working there?"

"Uh, I'm more nervous than excited, actually," You adjust your grip on the bags, "But, I'm sure I'll get the hang of it in no time. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to give you guys secret discounts."

"Ha ha! Don't uh, don't actually tell Ace or Grim that," Deuce chuckles, "I feel like they would take advantage of that too often."

"You're such a good boy, Deuce," You sigh with a loving smile, "I hope you know that."

"Ah... You say the most embarrassing things sometimes..." The baby mutters, looking away so you can't see his pink cheeks.

You had to readjust your hold on the bags again, not used to the grip you have while wearing gloves. "You can tell me to stop, you know. It won't hurt my feelings if you tell me it makes you uncomfo-"

"-NO-no," Deuce clears his throat, "I-I'm just not used to it, th-that's all."

"You promise?"

"Hm?"

You stop walking for a moment to stare him down, "You promise you're telling me the truth, and not just saying what you think I want to hear?"

With your eyes so focused on him so intensely... It made him feel like he really was the only thing you were looking at. It was a little overwhelming in the best ways.

He nods back, meeting your eyes, "I promise."

You grin, jogging a little to catch back up to the Spade-Man, "See what I'm saying? The goodest of all boys."

Well, except for Senjuro and President Obama.

...

President Obama, your pet bird. Not the 44th President of the United States of America.

"Ah, [Y/n], I didn't even realize that you were carrying the bag with all the cans. It must be heavy," Before you can reassure him that it was no trouble, Deuce smiles at you with the most wholesome smile you've seen on him, "Let me take that one for you. I've got a little trick for carrying heavy bags."

What... is this feeling? Is this... cuteness aggression?!?!

"Oh, okay! Thank you so much!"

It takes a little maneuvering, but you switched out the bags of cans for some of the lighter bags Deuce was carrying.

You want-need to hug this man so bad. You ever see a really cute puppy or kitten, and you just want to hug the baby so tightly?

Apparently, your brain is overwhelmed by the cuteness, so your brain wants you to hug the cute puppy or kitten (or in this case, Deuce) so hard that it'll die. Then it won't be so cute anymore and your brain won't be overwhelmed anymore.

Not saying you want to kill Deuce or anything, but you have the really strong urge to just give him a suffocating titty hug.

"I didn't realize you were a master shopper," You hum, resuming your walk with him.