Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 17 - I don't want either of you to leave.

Your mouth dropped open to say something. Fucking anything. Hopefully sarcastic, knowing you. But, of course, the moment you needed your quick mouth the most, it stalled on you. You stood there, mouth slightly ajar, just staring at him.

"If you don't leave, I can only assume that you want to be here," Clay rolled his shoulders, taking a single step forward. "Right?"

Your foot went back instinctively, keeping the gap between you. Anything to keep the tiniest bit of sanity you still had that was preventing you from going off the deep end, into that swirling black ocean that you were terrified to jump into.

"You are making this...so fucking hard, Clay."

"What do you mean?" He asked, taking another step forward.

You took another step back. At this rate he was going to back you into a corner. "I mean that I want you, idiot."

"Then why the hell do you keep walking away?"

Your heels were the first to make contact against a hard surface. It was a box that was peeking out from underneath Clay's bed.

"I told you," You breathed out. "I'm not kissing you until we get the okay from George."

"Do you..." He pursed his lips, eyes dropping from yours. "Do you think that I'm going to hurt you? Is that the real reason?"

You tipped your head to the side and shook it softly. "No." He avoided your gaze, but you lifted your hand up and guided his chin up to look at you. You sighed. "It's just George." It was about time you'd admitted that to both him and yourself. Your resolve to avoid him was knocked down a while ago.

"What if I...what if I got permission from George?"

"Oh, yeah. Sure." You responded sarcastically. As if George was going to approve. "You can try."

"Alright," Clay smiled. "You're on. I'm going to get his permission."

You snorted. "Good luck with that."

"What do you mean?"

You plopped yourself onto his bed, lying down across the foot of it, an idea coming to your head. "Clay, how would you feel about your little sister dating Tommy?"

"I-" He furrowed his brows and closed his mouth. Clay sat down on the bed as well, on the opposite side. "Well, that wouldn't happen."

"Why not?" You mused.

"Because Tommy lives like a thousand miles away and he's a streamer. She's not into video games-"

"Clay, I live a thousand miles away and I'm not a streamer."

He shook his head. "It's a different situation completely."

"It is the exact same situation. You wouldn't let her be with Tommy,"

"Okay, maybe I wouldn't be happy about it, but the thing is, Y/N, I know him. He's a friend of mine. I'd trust him more than I'd trust a guy I don't know. Also, I know he wouldn't fucking cheat or anything because he's a Minecraft YouTuber." He laughed, leaning his head back, but sighed deeply. "That's the thing. I thought George would trust me more because we're friends."

You stayed silent, watching him move. He was sitting, back against his bed rest. You turned your head to face him. You were still lying on your back, but when he patted the open space next to him, you scooted up and joined him without a word. You were both sitting, staring at the opposite wall.

After a dense minute of silence, Clay nudged you lightly with his shoulder and trailed his hand down to your upper thigh, stroking it with a gentle intensity. You looked up and he smiled oh-so softly at you.

"I have a question," You asked, turning your eyes away from him, staring out of the window next to his bed. You didn't want to look at him while you asked it. There was a palm tree a few blocks away that gently swayed in the light breeze, which you would be admiring, if not for the distracting hand Clay left on your leg.

"Shoot,"

Your hand drifted down unconsciously. You intended to move his hand away, but you found yourself grabbing it instead. "Do you...like me?"

"Of course I like you." His voice was thick with confusion. That, or amusement. You couldn't tell. "What do you mean?"

You hesitated before clarifying, "Do you like me or do you want to...be with me?"

Clay scoffed. "You think I just want to kiss you? You think that's all I want from you? Y/N..." He pulled himself forward, turning to face you. With his free hand, he pulled your chin to face him. You stared up, dropping your head to the side to stare at his gorgeous face. "If you'd asked me that last week, I wouldn't have known how to answer. But now...fuck. All I want is to be with you."

He dropped your chin but you didn't move.

"Y/N, I want to treat you right. I want to watch all of the Twilight movies with you and laugh at how bad they are. I want to cuddle with you every night and make fun of how you say 'biscuits' instead of 'cookies,' or 'jumper' instead of 'sweater.' I want to kiss you right now more than anything. I want to take you on dates and make you wear pretty dresses and buy you expensive food. I want to-I want to push you against every flat surface in this fucking house and kiss you until you can't stand." He laughed, but it died off as he softly whispered, "I want to be your boyfriend."

You didn't know what to say. You were still staring at him as he went on.

"I want to walk downstairs and find you cuddling with Patches. I want you to teach me how to cook because I don't even know how to fucking make quesadillas. I want to be able to hold your hand whenever I want." He pursed his lips together. "And I want to miss you when you go home. I don't want either of you to leave."

You had tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as he spoke. He was good at words, you knew that for a fact.

"Fucking hell, Clay." You whispered, wiping the tears away quickly. "If you don't get his permission, I'm going to go crazy."

"Are you sure I need his permission?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, giving you puppy-dog eyes.

"If you ever want to kiss me again," You retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Motherfucker." He laughed, throwing his head back. "You drive a hard bargain."

An hour later, you were lounging on the couch with Nick, your head in his lap as he scrolled through his phone. Occasionally, he would point his phone down to show you a meme, but other than that, there was no talking.

When you and Clay came down, George pulled him out of the room and back upstairs.

Upstairs, in Clay's room, George pulled out a chalkboard from his closet.

"How did you even know that was in there?" Clay asked in impressed confusion, sitting back in the chair at his desk.

"I...I don't know. I just knew." George said, reaching in to grab a piece of chalk that was conveniently sitting on the floor. He began writing something across the board in big letters.

When Clay recognized what he was writing, he laughed out loud and began wheezing.

"George, I-"

"Nope. Don't speak yet." George scolded, finishing the sentence on the chalkboard. "Now, what does this say?"

"...Absolutely...100%...Completely...Not allowed," Clay read off the board, not finished laughing yet. "Oh, come on, George." He threw his head back, rolling his eyes.

"Now where do we go from here?" The brunet asked, crossing his arms and tilting his head at the board.

Clay smirked and stood up, grabbing the eraser from George's hand. He sauntered up to the board and erased one word.

"Clay! No!" George squealed, yanking the eraser out of his hand and writing, 'not' back on the chalkboard. "That is not what I meant."

--The chalkboard scene was 100% inspired by a comment on Ao3 which I found absolutely hilarious. Thanks for reading! I've suddenly been getting a LOT of reads on this fic here on Wattpad (literally 1k over 24 hours, I'm so shook). Please leave comments! Also, happy holidays! I hope everyone is having a great break :) < 3