#eggplant🍆🍆🍆

[fortuneaday]

[queenofthyme]

sometimes being a fanfic writer is ignoring research

[biblicallyaccuratevocaloid]

Gakupo SIMPson 😼🤝🧑‍🦲🧑‍🦲👽👽👽🤡💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🥕🥒🥕🥕🥕

[ramblings-of-yumes]

hello! I’m a Rayman selfshipper (Rayman 3 and beyond) so I’m excited to see a new blog where I can share stuff about our relationship!

fun fact: we got married on January 19th 2024!

-🍆❤️

i have no clue who rayman is tbh… congratalite on the marry tho :33

[magic-coffee]

Yaar I want to eat Maggie AGAIN I just had it yesterday

Mummy baigan ka bharta bana Rahi hai ab toh Maggie he Sahara hai ji

[maudlin-scribbler]

for the character ask game: 8, 12 and 13 for house

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

...I am not sure. is "Mischaracterize him" too vague of an answer?I love reading angst and whump but mischaracterization takes me out of the immersion so. WAIT when in a fanfic it's said that house didn't care for amber, that's just straight up wrong

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He keeps using a fliphone and refuses to switch to a smartphone for as long as possible lol

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

I'll be frank I do not see him as the type to use emojis, although wait I can see him using a huge amount of emojis just to be obnoxious. or communicating solely through emojis to again be obnoxious

[eatengood]

Vegan Eggplant Parmigiana

Vegan Eggplant Parmigiana is a plant-based version of the classic Italian dish, made without dairy or eggs but just as flavorful and satisfying. This dish features layers of crispy breaded eggplant, topped with savory marinara sauce, and melted vegan cheese, all baked to perfection. It's perfect for a hearty dinner or special occasion, offering a rich, comforting taste while being completely cruelty-free. This vegan twist on a beloved classic is simple to make and packed with flavor.

Ingredients:

2 medium eggplants (sliced into ½-inch rounds)

1 cup breadcrumbs

1 cup almond milk (or any plant-based milk)

1 cup marinara sauce

1 cup vegan mozzarella cheese (shredded)

1/4 cup nutritional yeast (optional)

1 tsp dried oregano

Salt and pepper to taste

Olive oil for brushing

Making Process:

Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C).

Dip eggplant slices in almond milk, then coat with breadcrumbs.

Arrange slices on a baking sheet and bake for 20-25 minutes until golden.

In a baking dish, layer baked eggplant, marinara sauce, and vegan cheese.

Repeat layers, finishing with cheese on top.

Bake for another 15-20 minutes until bubbly.

Serve warm, garnished with fresh basil. Enjoy your vegan eggplant parmigiana!

[frankthesnek]

look to your right!

*Drops 34 zucchinis while you were distracted in runs away*

My right? I don't see anythi—

[adiladedesign]

Eggplant Neck Tie

[voxofthevoid]

Timezone Reblog 1 🍆

A break from the current usual programming this Wednesday—I finished the sukuita oneshot I was working on, a bit earlier than expected. I thought I'd be slowly pecking at it over the month, but a couple thousand words in, I hit a groove.

The full thing is 9.5k because I continue to be allergic to short anything. This snippet is around the midway point and features Yuuji grappling with OG form!Sukuna's two(2) dicks.

...He may also bite one.

Enjoy?

“Impudent whore,” Sukuna grumbles, even as he nimbly undoes his pants.

They drop the next moment, sliding smoothly down to pool around Sukuna’s ankles.

Yuuji blinks.

Stares.

Blinks again.

“What’s the matter?” Sukuna croons from above, his voice gone mockingly soft again.

Yuuji sighs explosively. “You have two dicks. Yeah, sure. Why not?”

“Too much for you?” Sukuna asks with that same tone, but his hand shifts warningly on Yuuji’s head, palming the back and splaying wide. It’s big enough that it feels like a warm, weird helmet more than anything else. Yuuji wouldn’t say he likes it, but he’s perversely glad for how strange it is.

Nothing about this body will remind him of another one.

The cocks definitely won’t.

On its own, each one looks normal enough. Decent length, a lot of girth. A dark red head, peeking out of a sheath that’s a shade or two darker than the warm tone of Sukuna’s skin—identical to Yuuji’s even when Sukuna’s in his true form.

Both together is just…unnecessary. They’re side by side too, jutting out in opposite directions like a pair of lovers having a spat.

How do you even work with that?

How do you walk?

“How do you walk?” Yuuji asks despite his better judgment.

“Are you stupid?”

“Come on, there’s no way these are comfortable!”

Yuuji looks up, gesturing wildly with his chin, and the way his fingers half mirror the movement is an accident, but Sukuna growls like Yuuji fisted his actual guts or something, his eyes narrowing into furious slits.

It’s not even a surprise when he’s shoved face-first into those waiting cocks, but Yuuji doesn’t have nearly enough leverage to resist. He still bites out a curse, and then there’s hot flesh against his cheek, his jaw, sliding against skin while missing his mouth. Sukuna course-corrects before Yuuji even considers it, and he sure has the hands to spare for it, a whole three tugging Yuuji into place while the fourth practically slams those cocks against his face, and the impact is dull and painless, but Yuuji still snaps his head to the side, opening his jaw wide.

Everything goes still. Even the inside of the belly mouth seems to freeze.

Yuuji very slowly runs his tongue along the hard, hot flesh caught between the rows of his teeth. From above, there’s a thin little noise—soft but furious.

Yuuji’s used to applying his teeth pretty liberally during blow jobs, but he’s definitely never caught a cock between his teeth like it’s an oddly fleshy sausage. The head is right to one corner of his lips, smearing sticky wet heat against his cheek. He somehow managed to catch it perfectly sideways right under the crown.

It’s weird. There’s this vicious urge to just bite down. And even the thought makes Yuuji’s own balls try to crawl back into his stomach, but it’s not enough to make him let Sukuna go, especially when that might be the only thing keeping Sukuna from bringing his stomach teeth down on Yuuji’s arms—revenge, warning, whatever. And unlike Yuuji, he wouldn’t stop before anything important is bisected.

Without letting go of his mouthful—toothful, really—Yuuji raises his head just a bit, making eye contact with Sukuna.

He’s angry. What’s new?

You did this to yourself, Yuuji wants to say, except he can’t. He thinks it very loudly though.

Maybe that’s enough. Sukuna seems to hear it anyway, judging by all the teeth suddenly glinting down at Yuuji. And Yuuji can glean everything he needs to from those bared teeth and narrowed eyes and the cursed energy lashing at the air between them.

He runs his tongue along the flesh trapped in his mouth, again, and this time, he sees the expression that goes with the angry noise Sukuna makes—the tremble along his lips and eyes, dripping unwanted pleasure.

Yuuji keeps the tip of his tongue pressed to the side of Sukuna’s cock, right over a thick vein that seems as angry as the one throbbing on Sukuna’s temple, as he slowly extracts his arms from the mouth on Sukuna’s belly.

The teeth try to come down.

Yuuji slams a curse-soaked fist into the roof of the mouth, absently noting the way it’s hotter and spongier than how the roof of a normal mouth would be, and he knows that won’t stop Sukuna for more than a few seconds—but he’s got better ways to convince him to behave, now.

He digs his own teeth in a little deeper.

Hard flesh dents lightly. He could crush it. He could sever it.

The thought doesn’t make his own stomach swoop in sympathetic horror this time. His cock just pulses between his legs, showing any real interest for the first time since this whole charade started.

And Sukuna—

Sukuna seems to be figuring out on the fly how to reinforce his dicks with cursed energy. The hands on Yuuji are tense all over, like they’re preparing to tear him away from delicate places the moment it’s safe.

Yuuji huffs and yanks his arms out of Sukuna’s thankfully slack belly mouth. Teeth scrape a couple of his knuckles, but that’s fine.

He knocks away the hand on his head before unclamping his teeth from around Sukuna’s cock.

“This is why you can’t have good things,” Yuuji tells him.

“Brat,” Sukuna growls—he sounds strangely breathless. “I’ll kill you.”

“Sure, whatever,” Yuuji says absently, more focused on the two identical dicks swaying in front of his face.

His hands are free now, but they’re also really gross, dripping with saliva that’s a lot hotter and thicker than what he’s used to finding inside mouths. He wasn’t bothered when his hands were inside Sukuna’s mouth, but all that spit cooling rapidly on his skin feels more disgusting than anything else.

He can think of some uses for it though.

He curls a dripping wet hand around one of Sukuna’s cock—the one he didn’t bite. He squeezes the base, and Sukuna’s hands squeeze him, the one he knocked away returning with a fury to twist in his hair.

Despite Sukuna’s threat, no killing happens. Yuuji’s not worried, for reasons that have nothing to do with how he doesn’t much care if he does die.

He’d have welcomed it back when it’d have meant he’d be the only one dying.

It’s too late now. It’s been too late ten times over.

But Yuuji will still embrace all kinds of death if he can keep the body count to a total of two—three, if both fate and his friend are very unkind.

Yuuji sinks his other hand into meat of Sukuna’s ass, the fingers tucked into the warm dip between the cheeks.

There’s a hiss from above.

Yuuji doesn’t bother looking up, plenty preoccupied with jerking off a cock and prodding at what feels like an exceptionally tight asshole while also figuring out how to fit the remaining cock into his mouth.

Sukuna’s no help. He doesn’t relax, and when Yuuji mouths at the spare cockhead, his hands tense in the wrong direction.

“I’m not gonna bite, yeesh,” Yuuji tells him. “Not unless you make me.”

“Make you,” Sukuna repeats incredulously.

Yuuji shrugs and swallows his cock.

And it’s only the head he takes in willingly, planning to just suck on it while he figured out how to do that and work both his hands at the same time, but of course Sukuna takes more than he’s granted, shoving Yuuji into his crotch—it’s like he doesn’t learn.

Still, Yuuji keeps his teeth to himself. Unlike the last time, Sukuna’s cock is sliding properly into his mouth instead of just slapping weirdly at his face, and being held fast to the thick, unruly curls at his groin isn’t really pleasant, especially when they’re tickling his nose and threatening to get in his eye, but Yuuji’s grown fond of this sensation—the weight on his tongue, the thick heat in his throat, even the warmth smushed against his face. If Sukuna was a little better behaved, Yuuji would have gotten here himself.

Anyway, he has no gag reflex and plenty of air. Might as well figure out how to please this body.

He pushes his damp but quickly drying fingertips a little harder against Sukuna’s hole, not really expecting it to open up but enjoying the way the tight furl of it feels against the pad of his fingers. It’s twitching too. Probably feels good. If Yuuji forced the issue, would it suck him in or clench up like it wants to sever the offending digit?

[adiladedesign]

Eggplant Business Card

Eggplant Business Card for Organic Farm or Catering!

[jadeshifting]

🍒 — FRUIT ASK GAME

( reblog … send a fruit … get an answer !! what will the fruit oracle tell you about other realities hmm )

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— 🍋 TERRIBLY SOUR LEMON … who’s your least favorite person in your DR? a poisonous ex, a toxic professor—maybe someone who tried to straight up murder you. who do you truly go sour in the face at the thought of?

— 🍎 SHINY RED APPLE … what are you the absolute best at in your DR? the thing that, when people need help with it, they let out the most gigantic sigh of relief when you walk in the room—everyone knows you do it best

— 🍓 SUGAR SWEET STRAWBERRY … what’s the most romantic, sugar-sweet moment you’ve had or will have in your DR? something so terrifically soft and perfect it could’ve come straight from a wild strawberry patch

— 🍆 DEEP UMBER EGGPLANT … what’s the most thrilling fantasy you have about your lover in your DR? no information is too much or too little, it’s all according to your comfort—a midnight rendezvous, a sudden vacation for two, or maybe just a night in with one-or-two extra glasses of wine and hanging out :)

— 🥝 FUZZY BURST KIWI … what’s something about you in your DR that people wouldn’t expect to be true? it doesn’t quite line up, some fabulous detail about you. when people find out, they’re positively shocked

— 🥭 TROPICAL LUSH MANGO … what adds the most dynamic, vibrant color to your DR? a person, a place, an activity, a part of your identity—its presence lights up your existence there like sun rays on a blank canvas

— 🍏 CRISP GREEN APPLE … what’s a memory from your childhood in your DR that stands out amongst the others? the edges of the picture are crisp, it may not be particularly good or bad—but intricately memorable

— 🍈 HONEY BLISS CANTALOUPE … what’s your favorite season in your DR? do you enjoy sun-drenched summers, an exhilarating back to school time in autumn, or perhaps some particularly festive Christmas traditions that make the wintertime special?

— 🍒 BLOODRED CHERRIES … what is your biggest fear in your DR? you don’t have to get deep if you don’t wanna—it can be as small and horrifying as a spider or the dark. something that truly rattles you to your bones

— 🥑 EARTHY AVOCADO … what’s the most comforting part of your daily routine in your DR? it’s grounding—something that no matter where you are or what you have going on, will always give you reprise and solace

— 🫐 DEWY BLUEBERRIES … what’s your comfort meal or dessert in your DR? maybe it’s something your parents make for you, something you order from room service while you’re reclined in a hotel room, or something simple you prepare for yourself—it makes you feel better the second you sink your teeth into i

— 🍑 OVERRIPE PEACH … what kind of a future do you imagine for yourself in your DR? white picket fence material, with marriage and a couple kids? perhaps childless but continuing on your adventures til old age, or all of the above?

— 🍌 SUNNY BANANA … what’s a piece of art, literature or music that truly moved you in your DR? perhaps something that shaped your identity, something that you enjoy for purely academic reasons, or just your favorite

— 🍅 SCARLET TOMATO … what’s the juiciest secret you’ve ever kept or will keep in your DR? the kind of scandalous thing that would positively burst into drama if revealed

— 🥥 SUN-KISSED COCONUT … what would your ideal vacation be in your DR? a tropical getaway, with white sand and bungalows? a secluded retreat into the foggy mountains? where would you go, and who would you bring with you?

— 🍉 JUICY WATERMELON … what’s your favorite thing about your lover in your DR? the way they smell like home, how they make your chest hurt with laughter, how they take care of you. maybe the way their hair falls in their face just so

— 🍍 SPIKY BOLD PINEAPPLE … if your life in your DR had a color palette, what would it look like? perhaps pastels, or a range of jewel tones? maybe a collection of shades that seem totally random, but that make perfect sense just to you

— 🍐 MELLOW PEAR … what’s a dream or goal you’re pursuing in your DR? it could be as small as reading more often, or going out with your friends more, or as large as saving the entire cosmic universe. whatever you’re working towards!

— 🍇 TART PURPLE GRAPES … if you could bottle the scent of your favorite memories in your DR, what would the notes be? base notes of parchment and ink for your academic pursuits? middle notes of jasmine and rose petals for a lover you hold close to your heart? perhaps top notes of sea salt and sand for a place you find solace in?

— 🍊 SUNSET CITRUS ORANGE … what’s your favorite kind of outing to go on in your DR, with your friends, family, or your partner? whether it’s a classy art gallery, a carefree rocky beach, or an urban jaunt to the mall, you know you’ll have a good time every time

— 🍋‍🟩 ZESTY SOUR LIME … do you have any scars in your DR? a little mark on your knee from a childhood mishap on a scooter, or some gigantic mark left as proof of your world-saving tendencies—one that tells a story, big or small

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[theambitiouswoman]

Eating for beauty:

🥥 Coconut for skin & hair

🥑 Avocado for glowing skin

🍆 Eggplant for anti-aging

🥦 Broccoli for clear skin

🍑 Peach for youthful complexion

🥕 Carrot for radiant glow

🍓 Strawberry for brightening

🍄 Mushroom for hydration

🍇 Grape for skin elasticity

🫒 Olive for nourishing skin

🧅 Onion for detoxifying skin

🫚 Ginger for reducing blemishes

🫐 Blueberry for anti-aging & glow

🌰 Walnut for healthy scalp

🥬 Spinach for clear, glowing skin

🍅 Tomato for sun damage

🍌 Banana for moisturizing skin

🎃 Pumpkin Seed for firming skin

🐟 Salmon for radiant complexion

🧄 Garlic for clear skin

🧡 Turmeric for inflammation & brightening

[holylulusworld]

Little Guy

Summary: Your boyfriend is…horny … homesick. You can choose.

Warnings: teasing, sexting, light smut, doggy style, dominant Steve

A/N: Words in Italics are their messages.

Another notification makes you roll your eyes. Your boyfriend has been gone for not twenty-four hours, and he won’t stop sending you messages.

Emoticons, one-liners, pictures. It almost seems like he turned into a homesick teenager—a horny one. The last few pictures left nothing to your imagination.

With his throbbing erection in his hand, he sent you the last picture, hoping for a reaction. No such luck. You’re drowning in work and cannot get distracted by his perfect cock, and cocky messages.

“Not now,” you grumble while typing away on your keyboard. “I must finish this project.” You shake your head when the next notification shows an eggplant 🍆 emoticon. “Christ, he’s persistent, and it’s me talking.”

Usually, you’re the needy and horny one clinging to your man. Most of the time, he barely can leave the bed because you’re all over him, day and night. He’s just that good.

Today, you cannot give in to your needs and send him a naughty picture or even a short video to help him get off. It’s important to you to get this project done today.

Your phone vibrates again, and again, and again until you finally unlock the screen to read the latest messages. “Holy fuck, he’s definitely on the edge.” You sigh deeply, reading the last line.

“Did you like what you saw, doll?” Of course, you did like the picture of his perfect cock, but you can’t let your mind wander to filthier things.

“Your dick pic?” You hastily reply to get back to your project.

“YES!!!!” 😏😏😏 He replies without giving you the chance to go back to work. Since you showed Steve how to use emoticons, he’s obsessed. Sometimes you don’t even know what he’s trying to tell you.

Fine. He made it. You will give him another answer to get back to work. You smirk before typing, “Can I talk to him?”

👀👀👀👀👀🍆🍆 “WDYM, doll?” More emoticons follow, showing his excitement.

“Okay, Loverboy. This is it.” You giggle while typing, “Exactly what I said, Stevie. I want to talk to him. Now. Be a good boyfriend and let me talk to him.”

“Oh doll, you’re so naughty. Yes, talk dirty to him,” Steve is quick to reply.

You take your time, giggling as you think about your next answer. While Steve impatiently waits for you to help him get off, you have other plans.

“Hey, little guy,” you reply, and turn off your phone, leaving Steve hanging. He’ll undoubtedly be offended hearing you call his dick little, but you won’t entertain him tonight.

Back to your project, you smile to yourself. You’re a little proud of ignoring Steve and will reward yourself with a little me-time with your newest toy. The one you’re hiding in your secret stash to keep Steve from destroying it.

It took you four more hours to finish the project on time. You're proud once again for finishing and not thinking of Steve’s dick, or the punishment awaiting you.

You shiver in anticipation, knowing Steve won’t let you get away with your behavior.

Stepping into the bedroom, you sigh. It’s past midnight, and you’re too exhausted to take care of your needs. You’ll just lie down and forget about your new toy.

Steve waits patiently in the shadows, his head dipped as you finally walk into the bedroom. 

Silently, he sneaks behind you, smirking as if you didn’t feel him watching you.

“You've been a very bad girl, haven't you doll?” he growls, his voice dripping with dominance. You whimper, feeling his hand wrap around the back of your neck. “I asked you a question!”  

“So bad,” you barely said the words before he shoved you down onto the bed, face pressed into the sheets. You can feel his erection press against your ass, teasing you through the thin fabric of your panties.

Steve laughs darkly, slowly peeling your panties down, exposing your pussy.

“You wanted me to come here to punish you, huh?  He growls in your ear, teasing your slick folds with the tip of his cock. “I had to ask Bucky to take the lead to come here and fuck obedience into my naughty girl.”

You whimper, desperately pushing back against his crotch. “Have it then,” he slides into you without hesitation, groaning as your heat welcomes him home. “Naughty whore teasing me all day. Ignoring me. Calling him little.”

Biting the sheets, you try not to make a sound. Steve wants to show off dominance, and you will let him have it. At least for tonight.

“Now you’re all silent and obedient with my cock inside your cunt,” he chuckles, hips starting to move. Steve sets a hard pace, pounding into your needy hole relentlessly. You write and moan, taking every deep thrust.

Steve leans forward, his breath fanning over your neck. “Doll, you're such a naughty little slut," he snarls in your ear, "taking my thick cock so well."

Your fingers clutch the sheets, and you cry out, feeling his cock finally touch that spongy spot inside of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you gasp and moan, knowing Steve loves to punish you with edging for being a brat.

“Oh, baby doll,” Steve taunts, stopping to move at all. “This is going to be a long night…brat…”

[spicycinnabun]

There's a sugar daddy au??!!!

Also let me be greedy and request my fave 🐺 🤭🤭🤭

there is!

have some werewolf courtship 🐺❤️

Buck set the heavy bag on his dining room table. It was filled with tomatoes, carrots, eggplant and zucchini, bits of dirt still clinging to the stems and leaves. There were also plump strawberries and a bundle of thyme. The aromas were strong under Buck’s sensitive nose. 

He had discovered it outside his door and wondered if someone had accidentally delivered their groceries to the wrong address—until he saw a note peeking out between some colorful bell peppers. It had familiar handwriting.

Buck picked it up and read it.

I have more than I know what to do with. Figured you could probably find a good use for them.

- Tommy

A trio of sunflowers were hanging over the side of the bag. Buck found a vase for them and gave them some water to drink. 

Nobody had ever given him flowers before. 

And nobody was around to see him stick his face in them like a lovesick dummy wolf. 

His emotions were being goofy. He was probably making a bigger deal over this than he should’ve. 

Everything was from Tommy’s garden, though. He had planted, tended, and hand-picked it all. They were the literal fruits of his labor, and he was giving them to Buck, of all people.

What did it mean?

Buck picked up his phone, opting for something silly instead of serious. 

This is a pretty big🍆

They had established a routine of texting each other. Tommy never left him hanging; he always seemed willing to talk. Not once had Buck ever felt brushed off. Tommy was witty as hell. His sarcastic remarks were sharp, but often offset by something sweet and genuine in the next minute. 

Buck was overdoing it—he knew he was, and the Alpha would eventually get sick of him—but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so interested. 

It didn’t take long for Tommy to answer. 

Thanks. Intimidated? 

Buck laughed. Nope. I like a challenge. Can already think of a whole bunch of fun things I wanna do with it. 

He sent a photo of himself holding the eggplant, quirking an eyebrow impishly.

Evan. We’re talking about cooking, right?

Of course. What else? :)

You’re a menace.

Buck laughed again. Wasn’t the first time he’d been called that. Thank you, by the way. 

You’re welcome. If you want more, just let me know. 

Buck bit his lip. We’re still talking about vegetables, right?

Tommy didn’t immediately bubble him, and Buck worried he’d pushed too far. It was a few minutes before his phone lit up.

What else? 

So, the ball was officially in his court. 

Buck swallowed, bouncing on his feet a few times to gear himself up. (Contrary to what Chim claimed, doing that wasn’t tippy tappies.) 

Maybe I want more of you?

The lack of bubbles that time was deafening. Buck smacked his forehead, then nearly dropped his phone as it started ringing. 

Tommy was FaceTiming him.

“Oh!”

Buck hastily ran fingers through his curls and propped his phone up against the fruit bowl on the island, accepting the call.

Tommy appeared on his screen. He was in his turnouts, rows of lockers behind him. His face was sooty, his eyes tired, but he looked content to see Buck.

“Hey,” Buck said, smiling. 

“Evan.”

Something about Tommy’s soft gaze and his tone, warm and low, made Buck’s belly squirm happily. “Just got back from a call?”

“Yeah. I’m about to clean up and have some dinner.” 

Buck put his chin in his palm. “What’s on the menu?” 

Tommy gave him an unreadable look, then smiled back. “Some jerky. Probably something on Wonder Bread. Hopefully, not Freddie’s chicken salad.” 

Some of them had contracted food poisoning from that in the past, Tommy had said. Tommy’s was brief, thanks to his fast healing. Still, Buck groaned in sympathy, a near whine hitting the edge of it. “Tommy, that hurts my culinary soul.”

Tommy chuckled. “It hurts my stomach more, I promise.” He sighed. Buck wanted to press his thumb against Tommy’s cleft and kiss him through the screen. He tried to dispel the thought. “I’ll admit, I miss Bobby’s meals.”

Buck had learned that the 217’s idea of crew dinner was abysmal at best. They rarely ate together, and the only time they had somewhat healthy food was when one of the guys’ wives brought something in.

Buck wondered if Tommy would like his cooking as much as Bobby’s. He was almost as good of a chef as Bobby now, though he excelled a bit more at baking. 

“You’re wearing my clothes again.” 

Tommy’s observation pulled Buck back to the conversation quickly. 

It had become a habit for him to wear the hoodie at home. Embarrassing that Tommy had caught him.

“Yeah. It—it—it’s comfortable.” It was more than that. Buck tugged on the strings, fighting a blush and losing. He attempted more playful banter. “I don’t think I’m going to give it back. In fact, the next time I see you, I’m going to steal another.”

Did werewolves share clothes? Buck didn’t have any other furry friendships to compare this to. He was probably way out of line.

A few of his old girlfriends had liked wearing his stuff. He’d always thought it was cute seeing them dwarfed in his baggy sweaters. He was starting to understand the appeal from the other side. 

But Tommy wasn't his boyfriend, and he bet it was only okay to share within a wolf pack, and he was acting like a total clingy weirdo, and Tommy was probably super skeeved out, and—

“I don’t want it back,” Tommy said. His eyes had darkened, zeroing in on Buck. “It’s yours.”

Buck swore he could hear—feel—Tommy’s heartbeat thudding powerfully in sync with his own. He had an insane and confusing desire to drop to his knees and offer up his bite mark like the Alpha was in the room with him.

You’re mine, Buck heard.

The fire bell ringing on Tommy’s end interrupted them, and whatever spell they were under broke.

Buck straightened up. His legs felt unsteady.

“Guess dinner will have to wait.”

…Why did Buck feel like he was dinner?

“Y-yeah.” 

Tommy smirked. “Talk to you later. Be good.”

Buck made a noise.

The call ended. 

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Buck went to the grocery store. He loaded his cart, checked out without looking too hard at the total, and hauled his stand mixer out of the cupboard as soon as he returned. His kitchen soon became a disaster zone.

Tommy had fed him so well when he’d been bane sick. Though he’d said all he could really do was roast, grill, and dehydrate, it had been more than enough. 

It was Buck’s turn to take care of the Alpha. Not repayment, just appreciation. It wouldn’t be as good as a fresh kill, but Buck hoped Tommy would enjoy the transformation his produce had undergone. 

And Freddie’s chicken salmonella salad could be tossed in the trash where it belonged.

Buck wanted Tommy to feel his gratitude. Buck could fill his stomach and satisfy him. Win him over. 

It could make the Alpha see Buck as a potential mate.

…That was his wolf butting in again, of course.

Buck made spiced carrot cake, thyme and honey focaccia, a massive meaty lasagna with rich tomato sauce, and a ratatouille he spent an excessive amount of time making beautifully layered. 

The last thing he popped in the oven was a batch of strawberry muffins stuffed with homemade strawberry jam. Only the center muffin he decorated with vanilla buttercream and red sprinkles. He left a note in his chicken scratch on top of the tupperware.

The special one is for you. Don’t let anyone else have it.

- Evan

It was almost three AM when he finally shut the refrigerator doors and collapsed into bed with a grin on his face. 

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The following day, Buck carefully loaded everything into an empty box he’d saved from a past delivery and stuck it in the back seat of his Jeep. (Maddie teased him for his millennial urge to save every box he acquired, but she couldn’t deny they were useful.)

Then, Buck set off for the harbor station. 

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WHY IS THERE AN EGGPLANT???? 🍆

(also idk what that is next to oldbag)