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

[seven] ;)

You were on Clay's bed as always, reading on your phone with the sounds of him live-streaming as background noise. Finals had been rough. For some reason, you always ended up here, in this room, in this bed, whenever you wanted a break.

Clay laughed, to the delight of 600k live viewers. "Okay guys, I think I'm gonna end it here. Bye! I love you, thank you for coming! Bye...!"

Only you had the privilege of hearing him laugh in the flesh, you thought.

Squeak. Oh. He had turned around to look at you from his chair the way he liked to do.

"Want a milkshake?" Clay asked, starting to smirk again.

"Is that a euphemism?"

You giggled at how his face scrunched up.

"What?! No. C'mon. Actually."

There wasn't a second's hesitation on your part. You grinned. "Sure. Let's go."

Before you could process it, Clay had gotten up from his chair, grabbed your wrist with one large hand, and tugged you out of bed. He's actually kind of strong, you thought dizzily as he whipped open his door and exited his room with you in tow. He's supposed to be a gamer. What the hell.

When Clay reached the stairs, you felt a lurch. The crazy bastard was going down three steps at a time.

"Clay-!" God, you were going to fall. You felt his grip on your wrist loosen, and in your attempt to hold on, you didn't notice that your hand had slipped into his.

"Mom!" he called out. "We're gonna get shakes, we'll be back in an hour!"

That was when you noticed the warm palm pressed against yours. Yikes. Yikes. Yikes. Heat filled your face.

"Yeah, Dad, what he said," you yelled, your voice a little wobbly. At last, Clay grabbed his keys and flung open the front door, and you were finally outside.

The nearly-set sun was covered with a thick blanket of clouds. It was still a little humid, as typical for Florida, but the coming winter brought a nice chill to the evening air. The cold soothed your burning face.

Finally, you were in Clay's passenger seat. "You nearly ripped my hand off," you fake-grumbled.

Clay turned to you, amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Sorry. I got excited!"

You chuckled. "You love milkshakes, huh?"

His mouth opened, but it took a second before he spoke. "... I do."

The car's engine hummed to life, gentle air blew out of the fans, and the roads opened up to your enjoyment.

—
"What do you wanna listen to?"

"I don't know, anything but yeehaw music, I guess."

"Nice. We're going back to the early 2000s then. Katy Perry, Coldplay, Britney..."

"Oh God, Clay, I'm gonna start scream-singing."

"Good, cause I'm gonna do that too."

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Clay pulled over near a beach. The sun was over the horizon, tinting the darkening sky pink. Nostalgic pop had been blasting from his speakers, which both of you had yelled the lyrics to, but he reached up now to turn the volume down.

"Isn't it nice?" He sighed, grabbing one of the shakes and handing it to you. His eyes perfectly reflected the ocean, clear as they were.

You accepted and took a sip from the straw. Sweet goodness soothed your throat. "Yeah. I felt so pent up in that house."

Clay pulled his seat back, relaxing. He looked at you, and you warmed at the sight of his eyes. "Parents, am I right."

"Divorced, no less."

You both took another sip of your shakes. Clay hummed along with the song.

"What do you think we are now?" he asked.

You should have known consuming so fat and sugar would eventually give you heart failure.

"I mean, we're not related. We're not step-siblings," he said, waving his shake around. "But I don't want you and me to be nothing, y'know."

You and me.

"Me neither."

Clay looked off at the ocean again, and you thought his cheeks looked a little red.

"I mean, I have my own ideas." He coughed. "But it's all up to you."

Ice cream and washing machines and Minecraft. His room was your haven. He kept surprising you with good things, things that made your crummy quarantine fun. You knew you'd miss these days.

And there was more good to come. "Can we do this more often, going out together?" you asked, tapping your feet. "I mean, when you aren't busy."

He grinned. "Of course. I thought that was a given, going out."

"Going out."

"Let's do it."

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(A/N)
this is it boys-

thank you for all the comments and likes. my inner tommyinnit is dancing with joy.

this seems like a good place to ask: what do you guys want to see? how much Dream ex-step-brother love is too much? are you guys lactose intolerant? i'm sorry if you are.

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