Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt. 15)

I accidentally tore the lace on my thigh-highs but low-key it looks 100x better- anywho, are people even still reading this?

"LARRY IF YOU TOUCH THAT GRAHAM CRACKER YOU'RE GONNA END UP LIKE BRUNO."

"AAAAAA PLEASE LEMME EAT IT! I'M STARVING, Y/N!!" Larry wailed from my couch. 

"Go eat something else! There's PopTarts and a toaster right there on the counter, dude. Don't touch my fucking graham cracker!" I hollered back from my bedroom, pulling an oversized, soft, white knitted sweater over my head. I allowed Sal to spend the night, and Larry decided to wake us both up at 5:12am for reasons unknown.

"FINE, BUT YOU'RE GONNA PAY! I'M TELLING SAL!"

"Sal doesn't care! Plus, he can hear us. He's RIGHT there," I adjusted the straps of my black, also oversized overalls that I embroidered a light blue cloud on the front pocket of.

"Don't touch their graham cracker, Larry," Sal yelled. He was currently laying on my bed half asleep, watching me get dressed like the stereotypical teenage boy he likes to pretend he isn't (but totally is).

"Top ten worst anime betrayals- not clickbait, guys," Larry sighed.

I rolled my eyes as I pulled on a pair of fluffy white socks. Then I put on the choker Sal gave me and walked over to the coffee table to eat the last graham cracker in the house... Only to find it wasn't there.

"You know what? I am so utterly repulsed by your vulgar behavior that I'm not even going to say anything," I shook my head and sighed. 

"That's what you get for not paying me for helping you come up with a nickname, bitch," the tallest teen said through a mouthful of graham cracker.

"That exquisite food is worth more than my life. There's no way that's a fair deal- especially after waking me up so early on a Sunday," I scowled. 

"Oh, shush. You're wearing a literal collar, so you should be listening to those who aren't wearing one- y'know, like me."

"It has an 'S' on it, not an 'L.' Meaning I listen to Sal, not Larry."

"And even then, they hardly do as I say, unless they're flustered," Sal added.

"Damn, I never really thought you'd be the bratty type, I guess that explains the bruises, though. You learn something new every day, huh?" Larry snickered, leaning on the kitchen counter.

"Dude, it's not even six in the morning. Chill out," I said.

"Oh, Y/n. Sweet, sweet Y/n. My entire personality is being obnoxious and horny. That's what you signed up for."

"More like what I was dragged into. But yeah, I agree."

"Ooh, speaking of romance and such, how'd my brilliant advice work?"

"I nearly died because of you."

"Yeah, I hugged them so tight, they couldn't breathe," Sal laughed and sat down next to me on the couch. I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he placed a hand on my knee.

"Oh my- anyway, who do you guys simp for from Encanto? And don't say Bruno or Mirabelle's mom. I already know about your daddy/mommy issues."

"The one rat from Bruno's room," Sal said.

"Same," I said, biting my lip and raising my brows in a classic f-boy manner.

"Imagine avoiding the question."

"I don't simp for anyone cuz I have literally everything I've ever wanted from a 2D man and living person as my boyfriend," I shrugged.

"Same goes for me, but y'know- even more beautiful/handsome/cute than I could have possibly imagined," Sal moved his hand from my knee to wrap an arm around my waist.