MCYT x Reader Oneshots

Attention

Pairing: Dream x Reader
Chapter Type: Fluff (it's also kind of sad but not that sad)
Warning(s): None

Requested by: No one

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(Y/n) POV

Of course I love attention, especially from my boyfriend, Clay. I mean, who doesn't? I supported him and his career fully, giving him the space to stream and record his videos, but lately it seems he's been ignoring me more than usual. I wouldn't bring it up to him, though. It seemed selfish. He was happy with what he was doing, and I wasn't going to ruin that for him. However, it would be nice to be able to go on a date or just hang out with him every once in a while.

I sat in my bed, still thinking those same thoughts, with faint screaming in the background. 5:08 AM. Why is he still awake? Not only did I crave his attention, but I was just worried for him in general. He never slept at good times, which led to us not seeing each other even more. It was difficult to be in a relationship where you hardly see each other, especially when you live with them.

Sighing, I decided to get up and start my day, knowing I wouldn't get any sleep while he's recording. I walked to the bathroom, brushing my hair. I stared in the mirror. The dark eye bags were apparent on my tired face. I rubbed my face in an attempt to wake up. I sighed and stared at my reflection once again. What has happened to you (Y/n)? I thought to myself. I love Clay with everything in me, but I don't know how much more of this I can handle.

I exited the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen. I decided that I'd just make breakfast in an attempt to clear my thoughts. I settled on eggs and bacon, and decided to make some for Clay too.

After preparing both of our plates, I put mine down on the coffee table. I grabbed Clay's plate and made my way to his recording room. I didn't bother knocking on the door, knowing he couldn't hear it with his headphones on. I peeked through slightly to see if he was streaming. Thankfully, he was only recording, so I didn't have to worry about people seeing or hearing me. The only people who could hear me were his friends; George, Nick, and Bad. I opened the door fully and placed the plate near him, but not in his way.

He took a quick glance at the plate, then looked back the screen. "I made breakfast." I said to him. He couldn't even talk to me. My voice was still raspy from waking up not too long ago. "Thanks babe." He said before talking to his friends again. I sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. He didn't even look at me. No good morning kiss or anything.

I walked out of the room quietly, before heading back to the living room. Grabbing my plate, I struggled to eat, losing my appetite after what just happened.

I finished my meal and put my plate in the sink. Figuring that Clay would be done by now too, I headed to his recording room. I walked in, noticing that his food was untouched. At this point, I wasn't going to put up with the lack of attention. I walked closer to him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He clearly jumped from my action and looked back at me for the first time today. He had dark circles, presumably from not going to sleep yet. Confusion laced his eyes. I didn't respond with words, I simply crawled into his lap and hugged him. My legs on either side of him. This is the way we used to sit all the time. I would cuddle up to him while he played his game.

He seemed shocked at first, but ultimately went back to his game. During the whole game, he was shifting around, making it clear that my position was making him uncomfortable, but I didn't want to get up. This is the most attention I've gotten from him in a while.

After him shifting for a while, I got up and sighed, making my way towards the door. I almost made it when I felt Clay grab my wrist. I winced, not realizing how touch starved I was until now. I looked back at him with sadness laced in my eyes. At this point, I think he realized how sleep deprived I looked.

He matched the sadness in my eyes as we made eye contact. It was peaceful until I heard a muffled voice come from his headset. I assumed it was his friends, so I knew he wouldn't be paying attention to me for long. I looked at his computer then back at him, signaling for him to go back to what he was doing. I gave him a weak fake smile. How could I genuinely smile at a moment like this? I pulled my wrist away and walked out. I let out a shaky breath when I closed the door.

I made my way to our shared room, one that felt so empty, and let it out. I let out the tears I didn't know I was holding in. What happened to us? Not too long after, I heard a knock at the door.

Shocked, I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes. The door opened and revealed Clay, still with the same sad look in his eyes. He walked over towards me on our bed, his sadness replaced with concern. The difference was small, but I could tell it changed.

As he walked closer to me, I felt the tears coming back, trying so hard to not let them fall. When he finally reached me, he gave me a hug that I've been craving. "I'm so sorry" I heard him whisper, as tears fell. They weren't my tears, however. I looked at Clay to see that he had been the one crying.

We made eye contact, and I gave him another smile, one that was much more genuine than the last. I wiped away his tears with my thumb. He smiled back at me, tears still falling. "I'm sorry I haven't been giving you attention. I love you." He said to me. I didn't know how to respond. Tell him it's okay? It wasn't okay, so why would I say that. "I love you too." Was all I could choke out.

"How about we go on a date tomorrow night? To make up for it?" He said. He knew what he did wasn't okay, so I was glad he wasn't expected me to say it was. I shook my head at his request, to which he frowned, looking confused and worried. "I don't want to take you from your work." I responded to him. I want nothing more than to go on a date with him, but I would feel bad taking him from his work. It would be selfish of me.

He shook his head in return. "You're more important than my work. I've always known that, I just wish I was better at showing that." That was the line. That was what set off my water works. Things were going to be better, I felt. He realized what he did wrong, and I realized that I'm his priority.

We smiled and shared a sweet kiss before we both laid down and decided to sleep, preparing for our date tomorrow.

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1,251 words.

I didn't want to make this too long, but I did anyways. The ending was kind of vague, but like I said, I didn't want it to be too long. I might make a part two to this chapter just to sort of show how their date went and wrap it up better. Depends on everyone else's thoughts I guess.