Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sal x Reader (pt. 26)

@possiblynotdead came up with this plot twist, so creds to them, not meee um anyway I'M BACK BITCHES

"Please don't close the door," she blurts.

"What do you want?" I sigh.

"I-I have a confession to make," she replies.

"Okay," I fold my arms over my chest.

"I... I like you."

"You're not funny."

"What's going on?" Sal frowns, walking over and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Why are you here?"

"Oh... Hey," Ash chuckles anxiously.

"Hi. Why are you here?" he demands.

"I came to tell them something, but they don't... They don't believe me. I understand why, though."

"What did you tell Y/n?"

"I'm in love with them."

Sal scoffs and I can tell he's about seven seconds away from knocking this girl off the face of the Earth using his knuckles.

"Even if you are telling the truth, they're mine. Fuck off."

"But-"

"Fuck. Off."

"I-I understand," she mumbles. "Thank you for your time."

"Sal, as much as I love you, I also love drama. I kinda wanna hear her side of the story," I interject.

"Are you kidding me?" the blue-haired boy scoffs. "No way."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna leave you, I just wanna hear what she has to say," I frown.

"Would you?" Ash turns to me with eyes full of hope.

"Yeah," I shrug.

"Alright, but I'm not leaving you alone," he mumbles into my neck.

"That's fair. Come on in, sorry it's like a million degrees in here. Terrence hasn't fixed the vents yet," I say, stepping aside so she can enter. I lead the two guests into my room, and we all settle in on my bed. Sally Face to my left, Ash to my right.

"I-I realized that I had feelings for you a few days ago. At first I thought you were giving off bad vibes or something, but I realized I just felt nervous around you because I... I'm in love with you," she says, fidgeting with the ear of my stuffed animal.

"I see... Well, I guess that makes sense. I feel better about forgiving you for what you did, but I don't think I do yet. Can we be on good terms, at least?" I offer.

"I would like that," the brunette smiles and pulls me in for a quick hug. I return the momentary embrace and guide her to the door. When I return, Sal is laying on my bed, and he certainly isn't happy.

"Did you really have to do that?" he scowls.

"No, but I'm a nice person," I shrug and lay down beside him. His ring-covered hand grips my thigh and he rubs it gently with his thumb.

"I would prefer if you never talked to her again."

"You can't control that," I remind him patiently.

"Yeah, I can," he insists, looking me in the eyes.

"No, you can't. I'm not gonna suddenly love her, just because she confessed. I know you used to like her, Sal. But that doesn't make it my problem."

He looks like he's been slapped in the face. It sucks if he feels like that, but it's not my fault, nor my problem. He can cope on his own.