Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt.7)

CW: BLOOD, BEING LIKE KINDA KIDNAPPED BUT NOT REALLY

"Holy shit!" I shouted suddenly. Sally Face and I were hanging out with Larry in the stoner's bedroom.

"What, are you okay?" Sally Face asked with genuine concern from his spot next to me on the floor. The three of us were drawing, and there's not enough room for everyone to have a seat, so Sal offered to join me on the floor.

"I should be asking you! You went a whole day without picking me up! Not even once!" I cried, dramatically feigning an overwhelming wave of worry. 

"Aww, look at you two lovebirds," Larry sang, swinging his legs and laying on his stomach from his bed.

"You're just jealous you can't find someone because you give off trash panda vibes," I shot back in the same mocking tone.

"Oh, yeah? Well you- At... At least I have a nice personality!"

"Yeah, a nice personality that gives off trash panda vibes," I gave him a smug look.

"Shut up, man," he grinned and shook his head. We all knew come-backs aren't really his forte.

"Haha! Never!" 

"THEN I WILL TICKLE YOU TO DEATH!" he hollered and lunged at me.

"NO, STOP! HAHAHA- I SAID STOP!!" I manage to choke out through bursts of laughter and curled up in a ball in an attempt to avoid the gesture.

"Okay, I'm done," Larry sighed and fell back after what felt like eons, exhausted.

"Ha... Finally..." I sighed and wiped the tears from my eyes. Sal had been watching Larry and me the whole time (mainly Larry), but I pretended not to notice.

I laid there with a hand over my heart as I regained my breath before sitting up and leaning on Sal's shoulder. I closed my eyes drew shapes on his knee with my index finger, although I could feel him watching me from the corner of his eye.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout Sally Face?" I asked after a while.

"Nothing," he muttered. Did I make him angry?

"Oh. You okay?" I finally opened my eyes to see him glaring down at his paper.

"Yeah," he answered and crumpled his drawing into a ball.

"Are you suuuuure Sally Face?" I asked, laying my head on his lap and raising my eyebrows at him.

"Yes, I'm sure," he finally caved and chuckled.

"Good."

He booped my nose in response, to which I said wasn't fair because I can't boop his back since there's plastic in the way. 

"Sounds like a you problem," he teased.

"Sally Face one, Y/n zero," Larry said, once again focused on his artwork.

"This doesn't involve you, Keith Jackson."

"You sound like my dad," Sal booped my nose again and I knew he was smirking under that mask.

"I AM your dad," I declared. "That's a great song, by the way. You would love it, Larry." 

"A song called- nevermind. My mom's calling, gimme a second," he quickly left the room and closed the door on his way out.

I said nothing for a moment until I whispered to Sal to let him know it had been longer than a second and that I was keeping track. He tried to muffle a laugh and lifted his prosthetic to lean down and kiss me. I placed a hand on his neck but we both quickly pulled apart when the door handle clicked.