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

[six] dream

"DREAM! I mean, CLAY!"

You were on Minecraft getting absolutely mauled by your bro-step himself. After a week of receiving your winks and nudges, Clay had finally let you on his SMP server to "screw around for a bit". You didn't know he'd whip out his mighty netherite axe immediately and start chopping you up for NO REASON. Sure, you punched him once as a meme, but he had FULL NETHERITE and you were NAKED.

Now he was laughing like a maniac. You were starting to get scared.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Clay wheezed after your 14th death. "Sorry, your reactions are too good."

"Oh my God, dude," you groaned, smacking your laptop, "and I thought you'd be my bodyguard."

"Hey, no, I can still be your bodyguard. Think of that as, like, a test of my abilities."

"What kind of bodyguard murders the person he's body-guarding?" You said over another bout of deflating balloon laughter. "You're such a bad brother."

You turned to your right to give real-life Clay a big, real-life frown. He looked at you once, reached up with one of his longass fingers, and poked you roughly on the forehead.

"OW!"

"Pfff-hahaHA! You're so CUTE!"

"What the HELL!"

Disgruntled and red, you got back on the game and started sprinting toward L'Manburg just to spite him. You died promptly after by Dream's crossbow.

Clay wasn't streaming at the time, obviously, and neither was any of his friends. He'd asked the SMP members to text him if they were going to stream, so he could get you off the server to avoid any UWU questions from the general public.

I'm showing a friend around the SMP so if you're streaming today let me know, you read on his monitor.

"A friend". Not "my sister", not even "my step-sister", but "a friend".

Clay's reluctance to call you his family was still a giant mystery to you. My cat. A friend. What were you to him? Was he embarrassed of his parents' divorce? Was he that overprotective of his personal life?

Did he not feel close enough to you to think of you as his sister?

Did he feel too close to you?

You shook your head violently. Those were some mental Alabama roads you just wandered down. That couldn't be it, surely. No. No way. You remembered the washing machine, his hands on --

You punched Clay in Minecraft, fully wanting him to murder you with his axe at that exact moment.

Surprisingly, the green man didn't react. You turned your head and looked at him, the real him, and saw that he was smirking at the screen.

"No, you know what? I'm gonna be the bigger man," he said, and you turned back to the game. In Clay's stupid green Minecraft hand was a red Minecraft rose. "This is for all the times I killed you, _____. Do you accept my apology?"

Holy shit. This was the LAST thing you wanted to happen. Your heart was pounding.

Despite it all, what Clay was doing was pretty adorable. You sighed. "I do, Dream."

He dropped you the rose, and you picked it up.

"HHHHHHHHHHHHH--"

It was named _____ sucks.

You wanted to roll your eyes up into your brain. Instead, you watched Clay double over in fits of laughter right next to you. Lord, you thought, grinning, his hair's getting messy.

Then Tommyinnit went live and you were forcibly logged out from the SMP. Darned child.

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That evening, you and Clay sat at the dinner table, giddy and flushed from all the Funny Minecraft Moments you'd shared together. However, your dad and step-mom were a different story. They looked grim as all hell. By the time you'd realized this, your dad was already opening his mouth.

"Your mom and I are getting a divorce."

Oof. It never got easier to hear. You'd pretty much come to expect it at this point - your dad was a little bit dumb and stupid when it came to being a husband - but four months? While Clay was speedrunning Minecraft, your dad was speedrunning marriage. Jesus Christ.

Speaking of, Clay looked dumbstruck. It was the same face he would have made if he saw himself being shipped with, let's say, the Onceler from The Lorax.

"What," he said.

"Yeah. Sorry, Clay, but it's not working out between your mother and me," you dad said, tugging at his collar.

"Wait," Clay said, closing his eyes as if concentrating, "does that mean you're moving out?"

Your now-ex-step-mom spoke up. "No, we can't exactly do that yet. We're still in a pandemic, so I don't exactly have a house we can go to."

"The papers are done, and we are still allowed to live together. Once you and your mother can move out, you will," said your dad.

"Okay." Clay nodded, opening his eyes. "Okay."

The next thing he did was look directly at you, and you met his eyes once again. He looked... actually okay, as if he was fine with all this. In fact, you could see something deeper in his stare, something celebratory.

"_____, do you have anything to say?" your father asked.

You shook your head. "I'm just glad I can live with Clay a bit longer," you said, surprising yourself. "We've kinda become good friends."

Your father and Clay's mother looked at each other with raised eyebrows, and the corner of Clay's mouth twitched upwards.