[HIATUS] Sausage Party [Twisted Wonderland x Reader]

27: A Monster's Pictures, A Grieving Widow, Sex

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When you returned back to your dorm, it was almost eight. Which in the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that long that you were working.

You start again next Monday, working only on Monday's, Tuesday's, Thursday's, and Friday's from 3:30pm to 8:30pm. You will just continue stocking shelves and cleaning, too. Apparently it gets dirty very quickly with how much shit is there.

Your work uniform will come next Monday, so you're excited to see what it'll be.

You open the door, surprised that it wasn't locked. When you entered, it was eerily quiet, so you assumed the boys were asleep.

Fucking nerds.

You sigh through your nose as you make your way to the lounge. To your surprise, Ace was sleeping on the couch. He was wearing the typical white shirt with his boxers and nothing else.

Did Deuce and Grim vote him off the island-erm, your bedroom?

You quietly place you back on the couch opposite of him. You remove your gloves then start untying your bow. You leave them on the couch and slowly step towards Ace.

Ugh.

He's gorgeous.

You want to punch him so bad just so he can stop being pretty.

You sigh through your nose and head upstairs. Might as well clean up one of the rooms at least so Ace can sleep in there.

Every other room was smaller compared to the room you shared with Grim, so it was actually easier to clean. It's only less than an hour later that you're able to go back downstairs to have Ace sleep on a proper bed.

You crouch down in front of him, gently raking your hands through his slightly oily hair. Man, this kid needs a shower. You supposed he can't really do that here since he wouldn't have any spare clothes.

"Ace, wake up," You say softly.

He leans into your touch, smiling just a bit.

"Come on, I cleaned out a room for you," You start to softly pat his cheek, "Wake up, baby girl."

The redhead eyelid flutters before opening slightly, squinting at you like an evil cat.

"Mn? When 'd you get back?" He slurs slightly.

"Not too long ago. Come on, let's go upstairs."

"I can't, I lost rock-paper-scissors to Deuce so I have to sleep here," He mumbles.

You shake your head and repeat yourself, "I cleaned another room for you. Let's go."

Folding his discarded clothes over one arm, then hooking his bag over your shoulder, you were ready to fuck shit up.

Kind of.

You have to help Ace up off the couch at first, fully intended with just carrying him up the stairs yourself. But once he realized that you were actually going to carry him bridal style, he struggles out of your arms and stands up on his own. He was still wobbly on his feet, so you dragged him along by the hand.

"C'mere beby, c'mere," You coo at the redhead in a baby voice, "Let's go up stairs, yeah? Let's go mimis."

Ace just whines, his eyes were closed and he was just trusting that you wouldn't lead him astray. Lucky for him, the room you cleaned out was right next to your room, so it wasn't a long walk. You let him walk in first, closing the door behind yourself.