The Buckley-Diazes would like to announce the newest edition to the family
Diesel Diaz Ch. 1
The sequel to Bear Buckley
He waits for Buck and Bear to stumble out the bedroom door, Buck nearly tripping over the dog that insists on being directly in front of Buck’s every step, before unmuting the phone call. His mother is still huffing and hawing but has yet to form a coherent argument when Eddie finally says, “We found a cat in the U-Haul yesterday. Chris has his heart set on keeping it, clearly. And since he’s a teenage boy, he must have thought he’d be funny about announcing it.”
my commitment.... I will not update the fic on ao3 until I've learned my lesson and finished the whole thing... but if you want to read like 80% of it with far less polish than I'd like:
Prompt: Locked Door | Word Count: 485 | Rating: G | POV: Eddie, OC (dog) | Relationships: N/A | CW: N/A | Tags: kinda-famous corroded coffin, making songs, Dog fic
this is a prompt fill for @corrodedcoffinfest
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When Life Closes a Door, Eat it
The door is locked, which is totally unacceptable because it's her job to make sure that her pack runs and runs and runs so it can run fast when it needs to and also when it doesn't need to because running is fun and they should all be good at running, and if she's not there to get them to zip zip zip, they'll just lay around on the chairs like dead birds and voles and so it's EOWYN's duty to make sure that the pack stays neat and active and traveling and in its rightful place, and besides she also needs to keep the pack safe from other dogs and mailmen and squirrels and turkeys—the turkeys! those big beefy motherfuckers might get into the house but none of them are as dangerous and crafty as the mailmen who keeps coming right up to the door and lingering and if it weren't for EOWYN's baying he would have snuck in already and then what would her pack do when he latches onto their soft flesh and goes chomp chomp chomp until there's nothing but bones and obviously she would take revenge but it's all just UNACCEPTABLE!
So EOWYN whines and paws at the door.
"sldjaxmofiawmeml LEEVIT! aslkdjfiawjerxsk" GARET yells. She whines some more tries the knob, but it won't open. Because they did a LOCK on it. She huffs and wheels around the house and tries some other doors, just to prove to herself that yes, she can still open doors, but it's that one. The one that they're behind, that they've done the LOCK on. So she can't get in. So she can't do her job.
EOWYN goes back at the door and tries running into it a little.
"EOWYN," EDEE growls low. EOWYN talks back. Because she's a GOOD DOG trying to do her job.
Then her pack does the worst thing imaginable. They ignore her.
So really, she has no choice. EOWEEN gets down to the door and starts to chew. Real quiet.
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"What's that sound?" Doug asks. He holds up a hand and gives the rest of the band a minute to catch up that they need to stop playing.
There's a sound alright. Wood splintering, buckling. Eddie whips the headphones off his head. Jeff, Doug, and Gareth does the same. They look over at their locked recording studio door, where the noise is coming from.
Oh no.
There's already a hole about two inches tall and six or so inches wide. They can see white, sharp, gleaming teeth diligently chewing its way through the wooden door. Eddie had heard about shit like this, but seeing it in action is honestly kind of cool and also terrifying.
Eowyn's always had a sixth sense for an audience. She pauses as soon as all their eyes land on her. Her little black nose peeks through the hole. They can see her grin.
Summary: Reader comes home to find two hyperactive little rascals--a puppy... and her boyfriend, Campbell Bain.
Warning: Fluff, Campbell Being Childish
(Post-Asylum; May be connected to “Sweet Jane” or read alone; If you decided to include this in Sweet Jane, this takes place between the ending of the series and the epilogue written by me.)
1995 (Ten months since the events of Takin’ Over the Asylum)
"Nobody can fully understnad the meaning of love unless he's owned a dog."
Y/n was unlocking the door when she heard a soft overagressive growling sound... like a dog.
"Oh, no, he didn't." She groaned. She opened the door, she heard her boyfriend squeak and shush the obvious puppy as he tried to run and meet the new person who didn't understand the concept of shushing.
"Campbell David Bain." She said, closing the door and standing over her boyfriend like a parent.
"Yes, my love?" He asked, inncoently with an obvious squirming object under his hoodie, trying to get out of the darkness so she could find his tail.
"Don't be innocent with me! Don't try and be cute."
"But love... I can't help it." He teased.
"Campbell, did you get a puppy?"
"No." He lied... badly and then the puppy started to bark.
Y/n put down her stuff and coruched in front of her boyfriend, lifting his hoodie, revealing a furry black and white puppy with bright blue eyes who jumped at Y/n, greeting their new person.
"Maybe..." He changed his answer. "But... it's not my fault. Look at these eyes!" He held up the puppy to Y/n's face like she wasn't already aware of the puppy's presence and the puppy started to give her dozens of kisses. Campbell then frowned and grew jealous, he pulled the puppy away, "Okay, puppy, that's enough. That's my girlfriend. The only puppy you gets to kiss her is me!"
"Campbell." Y/n gave her boyfriend a look.
"Okay, so I may have gone to the park and there was a pet adoption and I looked into this puppy's eyes and suddenly I had him in a carrier."
Y/n sighed, shaking her head. "I guess, it's lucky, you only adopted one."
"So we can keep him!?"
"Well, you adopted him so..."
"Yes! I love you! I love you! I love you!" Campbell shrieked, tackling his girlfriend, straddling her and hugging her, the puppy was confused by the suddenly energy but joined in their celebrations.
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Campbell was jealous. Y/n had barley paid any attention to him. All to the puppy.
Good job, Campbell. You lost her to a puppy!
"Campbell, what should we call..." she trailed off to see her boyfriend obviously jealous as his arms were crossing and he was grumbling to himself. She placed the puppy down who immediately got up and trotted along with her. She walked to her boyfriend and stood on her toes and kissed him, heavily, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed back.
"Don't worry, you'll always be my number one puppy." She giggled.
He grinned goofily as her, he wrapped his arms around her and brought her on the couch with him, kissing her before the puppy shoved his head inbetween the two, apparently trying to see if they were fighting over any food.
"My two hyperactive little rascals." She giggled.
"Little? I am over six feet tall!" Campbell complained.
"Rascal. That's why we should name him." She grinned.
Campbell pouted, "But I'm your rascal."
"Yeah, you are." She said, pulling him in for another kiss.
Rascal is based off my puppies--they are Australian Shepherd-Poodle Mixes. (I will not show pictures of them though... I might later but not now) Others could be these dark-furred blue-eyed dogs I just Googled: a Siberian Husky, Border Collie, Alaskan Klee Kai, Dalmation, Cathahoula Leopard Dog, etc. But you can suggest your own dog breeds.
Rascal was originally a girl but male dogs are more hyperactive and highlights Campbell's jealousy.
I have an angst one in the works but I think I'll do a wisdom teeth one (with the reader getting her wisdom teeth out), I just got my wisdom teeth out yesterday/two days ago since it was one-thirty in the morning, and I am miserable. I am more miserable in the way I can eat or drink what I want sort of way. Apparently for days after you get your wisdom teeth out you can’t have hot drinks which includes hot chocolate which I try to drink once a day (it’s one thing if I don’t drink it because I just forgot or I meant to and then suddenly it was too late to make one but actually being told I can’t makes it be on my mind all the time.) My mom refused to let me have the wisdom teeth surgery where they put you under anesthesia when they do it (because she’s a paranoid parent and didn’t want to risk the risks. Also because of when I was sedated when I was a baby, I’ll tell that story on the wisdom teeth one) so I was just numbed but I think the reader will have it so Campbell can take care of her while she's still high from the drugs so kind of parallel the one where he was drunk.
I love dogs, I love cats too (but most of my family are allergic and don’t like them. I refuse to admit I might be allergic, I am allergic to pollen so I say it’s that. It just makes my eyes itch and even if I am, which I refuse to admit, I don’t blame the cats for that) My first dog was a male Boykin Spaniel (I miss him), then a Boykin Spaniel mix (I miss them both) Now, I have a black-and-white female four-year-old Aussie-Doodle with one ice blue eye and one brown eyes named Gizmo after the Mogwai from Gremlins, and a whiteish two-year-old male Aussie-Doodle named Sherlock after Sherlock Holmes. He’s… I think he’s smarter than my brother and mom think, I think he acts doofy because he knows it makes us laugh.
I cannot watch dog movies like Marley and Me, or A Dog’s Purpose, (I mean I did watch them both when I was younger) but I can’t. It just makes me think of my dogs and how I want them to live forever. I want my dogs to live longer than me! And I will not write about dealing with a dog’s death. I already have depression and ADHD (not a fun mix) where I can be totally fine (for me) and then suddenly I spiral and then I just hate everything and am sadder than sad.
My family is primarily a dog family, my nana has had a few dogs though her favorite breed are Scottish Terriers (and her favorite animal is a Fox which is my second favorite after a Tasmanian Devil). My favorite dog breed other than the ones I have are Beagle. I don't know why but I've always had this sort of love for beagles.*
Austrian Shepherds are considered “Einstein dogs” from their high intelligence and Gizmo has a glint in her heterochromatic eyes that are just filled with so much love and intelligence.
They are quite playful, I was actually afraid when we went to get Sherlock that Gizmo wouldn't like him (we drove six hours to get him from a barn and then it took even longer to drive back because he kept getting car sick and throwing up, of course now, he'll eat anything, he has a stomach of steel and is now what we (and the vet) call "thick" (because he scarfed his food down like he was being raced and then tried to eat Gizmo's food. Though, she's possessive so she would wait for him to come to her food before botling to her food or snapping at him.)
Now they're just buddies, Gizmo's like his Mama, they play with each other, they wrestle, they play tug a war with the dog toys we buy before we have to throw them away because they tore them away and sometimes when they have the same toy, they walk in unison. They're both very possessive, they don't like it when we leave or when they think we're leaving. Gizmo barks and barks and Sherlock tries to calm her down by jumping on her and grabbing at the fur on her back so she is occasionally temporarily distracted by him pulling at her fur. Gizmo doesn't want to eat or a treat unless he wants it. She'll be occasionally aggressive with him because she's bigger (and his Mama). Sometimes he'll whine and we'll shout at her to stop and sometimes he'll fight back.
Austrlian Sherpherd usually have their tails cut off, surprisingly, Gizmo didn't though and it's just beautiful and she thinks so too, My other dogs never chased their tails or at least I didn't see them but I've never seen a dog love their own tail so much, she'll be doing something one second and then literally start chasing her tail the next. She'll lay down with her tail in her mouth, she'll continue walking in circles with her tail in her mouth and sometimes she'll put her paw on her tail like she's trying to pull at it, and sometimes she'll walk to another room while walking in cicrlces as she moves because she has her tail in her mouth. It's hilarious! 🤣🤣
Sherlock doesn't, he has a little nub of a tail but he seems like he still has a phantom tail because he wiggles his butt when he's excited. He's kind of like Meatlug from How to Train Your Dragon (combined with Hookfang and the two-headed dragon).
