Possessive Sally Face x Reader (gender neutral)

Possessive Sally Face x Reader (pt. 27)

TW; GRAPHIC 👋🙃 SCENE

"Yeah, I thought maybe you had a fever," Sally Face teased and let go of me to hug me from behind, instead. I instantly melted at his touch. "You're cuddly today, huh?"

"Y/n's always cuddly, bro. You never have your hands off that thing," Larry scoffed and shook his head. "Anyway... Let's go to my treehouse and smoke weed. I've had a very long and stressful hour and a half and deserve to treat myself."

"I wholeheartedly concur," I nodded solemnly.

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I pointed to a spider scuttling across the wooden floorboards of my friend's treehouse and gasped, "Larry, it's you!"

"Daddy?" he smirked and flopped back into a forest green beanbag chair below shelves of plants, paintbrushes, and pencils.

"No, supremo stupido," I rolled my eyes. "Larry Long Legs, hehe."

"I will knock your ass out," he snarled. "You got my hopes up, dawg. I'm HURT, Y/n."

"I'm responsible for my actions, not how you feel about them," I sneered and allowed Sal to pull me between his legs on an adjacent beanbag chair. I was more than happy to absorb all of his body heat.

"Damn," he scoffed. "Ouch. Looks like you have a personality again, though."

That caught my attention.

"What do you mean?" I hesitantly inquired.

"I- you've been like this... I don't know, like you worship Sally Face. Which is fine I guess, but not when it's like everything you do is for him," Larry shook his head and gazed at the wall, halfway on autopilot. "Not saying that either of you are doing anything wrong, I know it's probably just the honeymoon phase. I get it. I'm just glad to finally have my annoying Y/n that never shuts up back."

"Well, of course they worship me," Sal muttered. "I'd do anything for them. And I feel like you're getting too close to them."

"What do you mean?" Larry squinted at his best friend as if he'd asked what color an orange is. "I'm not gonna try to steal your man/lady/partner. That's a dick move. And while my dick is huge, I don't have dick for brains."

"Still. I know you like them. I know what you've said about them. I know everything," he spoke in a hushed, yet fierce tone. "And if you or Ash so much as lay a finger-"

"Sal. He's not gonna do anything," I said softly. "Leave it. It won't do you any good."

He paused for a moment.

"Did I give you permission to speak? You're absolutely right, but hush," he sighed and wrapped his arms around me. "Sorry. I'm possessive as hell."

"I know," the brunette mumbled. He looked unnerved. I wasn't sure what to make of that. Did he say something beyond just a regular crush with a hint of remorse? Well, duh. But what? "I'm gonna go home. My mom is sick and I should check in on her. See you lovebirds later," he sighed, distraught.

I felt an ache between my ribs as a result of his lack of a lazy grin. He's always bubbly, yet laid back. Now he's just... Meh.

Very descriptive, I know. 😘

"Okay. Be safe, love you," I called as he climbed down the ladder.

"You too, homie/dudette/dude," he answered. "And Sally Face!"

There was a long pause of silence after Larry left the treehouse. Sal lifted one hand, but I clicked my tongue at him.

"We are not going to fuck in your best friend's treehouse. Hands to yourself, you poorly behaved, horny teenage boy," I scolded. He groaned and hugged me impossibly closer to the hollow of his chest. "Pfft-"