what are you doing, Step Dream? (dream x reader)

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"Are you there, Clay? You got mail."

You stood at your step-bro's bedroom door, holding an envelope. Your new brother was a busy guy, so much so that he hardly left his room spare for meals. Standing at his bedroom door, you wondered what he even did for so long. Hell, you were the one with college classes. It had been two weeks since he'd moved in and you'd hardly gotten to talk to him. Bummer.

You heard rustling and some dregs of conversation. "I'm coming!" he called.

Soon, the door opened and he was there. Jesus lord, he was tall. It freaked you out how much you had to look up to see him when you were close together.

You handed him the envelope, which looked pretty bulky. "Special delivery. It's from some guy named George."

Immediately, he brightened like the envelope contained a million dollars. "Yes. Thank you."

Clay was about to retreat, grinning, back into his room when you placed a hand on the closing door.

"I'm bored," you said. Of course, you actually had a shit-ton of homework to do, but that could come later.

"Uh," said Clay, taking a sweeping look around his room. "I.. guess you can hang out? For like an hour; I have to do something at 4."

You smiled. "Thanks." Clay stepped aside and you finally entered the forbidden lair.

He didn't have any extra chairs in his bedroom, so you ended up bouncing up and down at the end of his bed, looking around, getting your bearings. To be honest, you were kind of excited to have an older step-bro. You'd never had a mentor figure, and at your age, three years was a lot.

Clay's room had the typical gamer setup. You'd learned to expect that from most guys his age. He had a high-backed chair, a custom PC, dual monitors, and an RGB keyboard that probably had some fancy caps or something. A little non-gamer were his bookshelves. He sure had a lot of them, and they all were pretty packed.

Then you noticed the boom mic. "Do you stream or something?" You asked casually.

Your step-bro, who had opened the envelope and was now talking to someone on Discord, coughed. "Yeah. Time to time."

"What game? CS? Valorant?"

"Minecraft."

Your eyebrows raised. Now that was an unexpected common interest. You'd been playing Minecraft off and on for a few years, and though you weren't caught up on the current MC scene, you still liked it a lot.

"Nice," you said. "Can... can I watch one of your streams?"

At this, Clay turned around in his gamer chair to look at you with those big ol' greens. Yikes. Maybe you'd overstepped and his Minecraft career was extremely personal. Maybe he wasn't interested in hanging out with you or being close as siblings at all. Why was this so anxiety-inducing?

"I'm not streaming 'til next week, but sure," he said. He turned back around. "I'll tell you when I am."

You visibly relaxed. So he didn't hate you. Sick. And you had another excuse to not do your homework.

Listening to Clay type and laugh was calming. Before you knew it, it was 3:50. You decided it was time to go.

"I'ma leave." You bounced off of his bed and made your way to the door.

Clay glanced at you and held up a hand in a little wave. "Bye, ___."

You smiled. "Bye."