#blaming A Certain Someone (oomf) on dragging me into here

[mcwoomy]

whatever. i made that freak anshine real

[writingsbychlo]

Your Dylan’s girlfriend and the both of you are in quarantine together and he’s watching over his ex’s dogs (I need drama Drabble please)

these are getting long so I’m gonna start putting the ‘keep reading’ bit under them.

You had never had a problem with the dogs before, you loved dogs, you really did. All animals were absolutely adorable, and when you’d gone on dates to walk the dogs together before, you had a blast.

But, you were already irritated and kinda’ snarky and extremely stressed. The world was really overreacting, you were in a two-week self-isolation and now you wanted pasta but could you find any when doing your shopping two days ago? Could you fuck.

You loved all dogs, but these weren’t even yours, and yet your favourite blanket was still ruined by the fur all over it that you couldn't shake off, and the smell of dog was lingering all over the house, being that you couldn't exactly take the little guys for a walk, instead, they had to make do with running around the large garden outside.

You had done your best to hide how you felt, blame it on the quarantine and stress because all in all, you were now getting two weeks of uninterrupted time with your boyfriend where he wouldn't travel, he wouldn't get any calls, and nobody would come knocking at your front door.

The two of you had quite a few activities planned, and you had been very excited to reveal a certain new deep blue lingerie set you had bought a while back and had yet to show him, until someone had come knocking at your door to nights ago.

Someone, being a very pretty whirlwind of golden blonde hair and smiles with two beautiful dogs on a lead and an insistence that they would be happier here because she had a penthouse apartment and here they could have a garden to play in for two weeks.

You weren’t a monster, dogs needed fresh air and grass and you had that, she didn’t.

She’d pressed a kiss to your cheek and squeezed you in a hug and given you all the supplies you might need, as well as a gift bag with a very nice bottle of wine in for the two of you to share, and some things she’d managed to find left in stock that she wanted to gift the two of you.

You could hide it at first, but now it was like the smallest thing seemed to irk you. The smell of the dog food, the wince you got when little claws scraped on hardwood floors and you wondered if they left scratch marks, the way they whined outside the bedroom door to be let in to sleep on the bedroom floor at night, the way the house got cold every time Dylan left the patio doors open so the dogs could run in and out freely.

He had started to notice too, because now when they jumped up on the couch to sit with him, he put them back on the floor with a sad little voice that he tried to hide. He would choose instead to take his coffee and the paper and sit outside with the dogs so he could close the door, and he would seal himself in the kitchen with the door shut when he fed them, and you could hear him talking to them happily in muffled voices as they ate.

The dogs were adorable, and you loved them, and really, you felt awful about all this, but you also felt like Dylan was one more small sigh from you away from starting to sleep on the couch instead of in bed with you.

Now, the water was running for the shower as Dylan hummed to himself happily in the water and you were sitting on the floor before the couch, both of the dogs staring at you with wagging tails and happy faces. 

“Stop staring at me. I’m not rubbing your belly, because then I’ll have to rub both of your bellies, and my hands will smell like dog, because we haven’t washed you yet and you’re all muddy.”

You scowled at the creatures in front of you, but their sweet faces won in seconds and you let out a deep and overdramatic sigh, lifting one of your hands and immediately they both came sniffing at your hand the wagging of their tales only increasing exponentially as you scratched at their ears and petted their heads gently.

“I don’t hate you, you know.”

It was as if the dogs could understand you, one of them letting out a gruff little noise as the other whined a little, giving you a look as if to tell you they didn’t believe you.

“I don’t! I swear it. I think you’re really cute. I just hate what you represent.” 

One took a seat, cropping against you and under your arm with such force that you let out a soft ‘oomf’, but the little lick you got on your neck after a wet nose nuzzled at your skin broke you down a little and you cooed at them, the other climbing into your lap, and taking a seat, staring you in the eyes as you slumped slightly.

“Your momma and daddy were together for like... seven years. You’re their babies, and they have so much love for you. They had so much love for each other that they got you guys, and you kinda’ scare me.” 

You sniffled, the one in your lap leaning forward to sniff at your cheek a single tear fell and you let out a laugh under your breath as the tear was wiped away onto the dog's snout.

“That’s a lot of love to have for someone, and I love you guys, but you’re like a little family and it makes me feel like the unwanted step-mom, because you always get so excited to see Dylan. you must miss him so much.” You were holding the dog in your laps face in your hands as you let your baby-voice come out, making little kissy faces at the animals as you sighed wistfully. “I’m insane. I’m talking to my boyfriend and his exes dogs because they make me feel inadequate and insecure. I’m a fucking loser.”

The one in your lap barked slightly and you let out a laugh, rolling your eyes as the one beside you growled a little at being disturbed from its sleep.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I-” Suddenly, the one before you perked up, looking over your shoulder as Dylan let out a whistle, still pulling his shirt over his head as he wandered into the room and both dogs scampered over to him in a flurry of happy woofs and wagging tails. 

Clearing your throat and wiping your face, you stood up, moving around the room and keeping your head down as you headed toward the corridor. “Where are you going, baby?”

“T’ shower.” You muttered, not daring to let your voice get any higher in case it cracked and you could feel Dylan’s confused stare on you as you retreated.

“You said you didn’t want to shower when I invited you to join me?”

“I changed my mind. I won’t be long and then you can wash the mud from the pups and I’ll make dinner.” He didn’t get a chance to reply, because you had sealed yourself behind a closed door, the lock the two of you never used when you were alone was slid into place and the man sighed as he crouched down, looking at the happy animals before him.

“Oh, what am I gonna’ do, you guys”?

It was two days before Dylan had a chance to voice the conversation he had accidentally overheard between you and the pets he had running around his home. He’d been on a video call running a script for almost six hours when he finally got to leave it, and due to the timezone difference between everyone, it had ended up being very late. He’d expected that you would have gone to bed, so when he wandered down the hall to see you lying on your back and staring at the TV with a blank look on your face, one dog under your arm and another on your chest, he’d been rather surprised.

Snapping a few pics on his phone, he made his presence known, and you’d turned to face him, giving him a small smile as he made his way around the sofa, scooping up the dog that had been lying on top of you into his arms and making faces at the animal lovingly as he sat down, lifting your feet into his lap as the dog snuggled halfway between his legs and yours.

“It’s nice to see you with my dogs, you know.” 

You swallowed thickly under his gaze, eyes flicking to him for a second before trying to refocus on the program you hadn’t really been watching in the first place. “They’re not so bad.”

“They meant a lot to me when I got them, all those years ago.” You bit down on your lip, humming absentmindedly and mumbling an unenthusiastic ‘I bet’, and Dylan huffed, turning off the TV so that you were forced to really pay attention to him right now. “They meant I was growing up. In a ‘holy shit, I’m going to actually own a pet’ kind of way. Britt just happened to be who I was with at the time. I pictured the present with her, I pictured dogs, and Teen Wolf, and Mets games. I love my dogs.”

“I’m happy for you, Dylan.”

“I don’t picture that stuff with you.” Your jaw dropped at his words, but you pulled yourself together, nodding as you dragged your gaze to the sleeping animal before you, reaching out to scratch behind his ears as you squeezed your eyes shut, sniffing quietly. “Shit, baby, are you crying? Why are you cr- oh, God, I just realised how that sounded, I’m not breaking up with you!”

“Kinda’ sounds like a breakup, Dyl.”

He panicked, lifting the pup from his lap and placing him on the couch as he came to kneel on the floor beside your head, pushing hair back from your face and cooing at you to open your eyes. “When I was with Britt I picture the present, where a dog was the biggest of my commitments, and I lived on the go and my biggest thrill in life was having time to catch a baseball match.”

“Dylan..”

“With you, I picture the future. I picture the little feet scampering about on the floor being those of beautiful babies we made together. We own a house, and I have a real home to come back to and the biggest thrill in my life is knowing I get to come home and see you, no matter where I go or what I’m doing. Whether we’re going to watch the Mets play or whether we’re going to order pizza and take a bath. You’re my future, do you understand that? I want commitments and babies and marriage and everything that comes with a future with you.”

You gaped at him for a moment, fresh tears still spilling down your cheeks as he wiped them away with his thumbs, a soft smile on his face as you huffed out a sigh at him, sniffing happily and nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I want all of that with you, Dylan. I want commitments and babies and marriage and everything that comes with a future with you, too.” You pouted, and he grinned, leaning forward to place a long and delicate kiss to your lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You whispered the words against his lips, and he sighed happily against your mouth, capturing you in a deep kiss once again. “You can let the dogs sleep on the bed tonight.”

“God, you really have no idea how perfect you are to me.”