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

Chapter 5 - big scary Minecraft man

You ate your Chick-Fil-A silently while Clay pulled up the first Harry Potter movie.

Him and George were still laughing and messing around with each other, and you smiled at them, trying not to be too much of a nuisance. You were trying not to feel like the baby sister who was dragged along because mom said so.

After finishing his food, George was asleep in minutes. It was 9 p.m. in America, but it was 2 a.m. in the U.K.. George was exhausted from working the whole time, but you weren't tired yet.

It was entertaining to you that George fell asleep as fast as he did, considering he always stayed up late editing and streaming. George was always the first to fall asleep when you watched movies at home. He was just the type of person to pass out in fifteen minutes and wake up at the end, talking about how good it was.

You glanced over your shoulder, past Clay, to look at George. You chuckled. He had his feet curled under him and he was tucked into a ball underneath a soft blanket that he was sharing with Clay. You weren't surprised that he was asleep, nor that they were sharing a blanket together.

Down in the basement, it was actually getting quite cold, and you were starting to regret coming down in just a tank top and shorts.

You stood up saying, "It's freezing, I'm going to go grab my sweater from upstairs-"

Before you could take another step, Clay stood up, halting you. He pulled his own sweatshirt off, over his head. You couldn't help but notice his shirt riding up as he did so, but you quickly slid your eyes back up to his as his head popped out.

"Take mine," He said, pushing it into your hands gently. You couldn't exactly refuse.

"Oh, alright," You mumbled, cocking your head to the side as Clay sat back down, all nonchalant.

It was a bit big on him, which made it very big on you. It dropped past your shorts, and ended much past your fingers. You sat back down, completely enveloped in his sweater.

Your legs were still mostly uncovered, however, and you could feel goosebumps rising. You didn't understand how there could be such a drastic difference in temperature by the floor, but you were so cold all of a sudden.

It was another ten minutes before Clay stretched the blanket to cover you as well. The other end that George was being covered by slipped and the blanket was pulled off of him. The blanket was large, but you were all pretty far away from each other. George huffed in his sleep and pulled it back, which made the blanket pull off of you. Clay watched it happen, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

He looked back and forth between you and your brother, and you shrugged at him. You didn't need the blanket, and you definitely weren't going to get it from a sleepy George.

Rather than, I don't know, grabbing another blanket? Turning on the heater? Or, maybe just letting you deal with the cold on your own, Clay took it upon himself to solve the problem. He gestured you closer to him with one hand.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his hand, urging you to scoot next to him. You looked back up into his eyes and cocked your head in confusion.

"What?"

"Come here," He said, as though it was obvious.

"Come here?" You repeated. "Excuse me?"

He rolled his eyes, gesturing to the empty spot between the two of you. "You're cold. Blanket."

"Not that cold," You shook your head.

Clay gave you a look that you couldn't distinguish in the dark. You didn't know what he wanted until he leaned over and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you closer to him.