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Look Who's Jealous Now - Benny x Reader

A/N: I was surprised by the amount of interest in the sneak peak I posted got. Thank you all!! Forgive any grammer or spelling mistakes 😅

Previous part: Jealousy Does Look Good On You 😊

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Being Benny's girl meant being by his side, arm around you or his jacket. His stormy blue eyes seeking you out in the bar, sparkling when finding you sitting with Kathy or other Vandal women. Him picking you up after work. And taking you for rides on his bike.

Which led to today's Vandal ride. A group of you going to a car show. Those that didn't ride, gave the bikers looks of disgust or distaste. All the while, other biker clubs gave some sign of recognition. You found it all fascinating, how bike owners and car owners didn’t get along. But there were a few exceptions.

You were sitting on a blanket with a few other women, Benny was standing near by with Johnny in conversation. Both men drink in hand and laughing at something Johnny said. You smiled at your man, admiring the boyish smile on his face, or when he'd laugh. Then those eyes were looking at you, as if he'd felt your gaze on him. Benny gave you a soft warm smile, which had you melting.

“Give it a rest, will ya" jested Betty, pushing your shoulder.

Braking eye contact with Benny, you looked back to the older woman, as well as Kathy and Gale as they laughed at you. After that night a month ago, hearing what happened with Benny after you took off. The women had teased you on and off. And every time you and Benny gave each other the goo-goo eyes, one of them told you to give it a rest. You couldn't help it, you were in the early stages of this relationship.

“Sorry my happiness offends ya" you retorted sticking your tongue out.

Once more the women laughed, this time you joined in with them. You felt light and happy. From both the women around you, but also because of Benny. If someone had told you a month ago this was what was install for you, you wouldn’t have believed them. Right now you were happy, even if the road to get here was crazy.

Benny watched how you laughed with the other women. Smiling happily that you were having a good time. For him this month has felt like being on the open road, content and freeing. Finally making you his girl made him feel complete. But also, part of him still felt bad for upsetting you that night. It wasn’t his intentions when being around Angela. But he didn’t feel bad for using her to bait your outburst. He liked that you’d been jealous, made him feel good to know you wanted him, just as much as he wanted you.

“Stop it with the goo-goo eyes, will ya” Johnny said with a roll of his eyes, bringing Benny’s attention back to the older man. “Ya makin’ me sick, kid”. He joked with a laugh.

Benny laughed, sticking his free hand in his jeans pockets. “Whatever old man".

Johnny smile warmly at the younger Vandal. “Nuh, I’m happy for ya, both of ya. It was ‘bout time ya made her ya girl. You’d both been tippy-toein’ around it".

Benny felt embarrassed hearing those words. Because it was true. But you were different to all the other girls – women – for Benny didn’t want to show off and take you just on a ride of his bike. That would have been to easy. That’s why he spent the time with you, talking with you. He wanted to know you. And he did. But then he got nervous and somewhat shy to ask you out. He found himself second guessing himself.

Benny told you that, opening up to you as best her could. And since then you have done everything to reassure him that you wanted him. If you could tell Benny was starting to doubt or second guess himself, you’d be there, doing everything to show him he was good enough or right. Then when it came to you, Benny was pushing you out of your comfort zone also. The best example of that was when you’d ride with him. He’d go so fast on the open road that you would be cursing, telling him to slow down. But he’d always say you’ve got nothin' to worry about sweetheart, I won’t let anythin' happen to ya. And you would believe him. You always will.

“Yeah...she’s really somethin'" Benny said with pride, his eyes going back to you.

You got up from your spot on the blanket, along with Kathy. You both needed to use the restroom. The short walk was filled with conversation and laughter. Kathy being one of the women you were closest too. You thought she was nice and honest, no beating around the bush with her.

After doing what you both had too, you began to walk back to the others, only taking your time to look at the cars in passing. Neither of you knew much to do with cars, but you admired their looks.

“Such a nice colour" Kathy commented on the current car you were both looking at.

You nodded. “It really is, bet she sounds good too".

“You should see her on the road" came a familiar male voice from behind you.

You turned around in shock to see your old family friend Victor. You smiled brightly, taking in how he had changed since you had seen him last, which was before he went back to college. He looked fitter, and tanner. No doubt from playing football. He was the boy next door mixed with jock.

“Victor! My gosh!” You said with amazement, before moving to give him a quick hug. “How have ya been?”

Victor laughed as he hugged you back. You stepped back and looked at him with amazement. Remembering Kathy by your side, you apologized and introduced the two. Victor shook Kathy’s hand with a warm smile, as he said hello. Kathy looked between you too, finding it all to amusing to see you both reuniting.

Unfortunately for you, someone else had been watching. Benny had seen you and Kathy making your way back, but stopping to admire different cars. He smiled at how cute you were. He was making his way to you when he saw the athletic young man step up. And then watched the surprise on your face before you both shared a brief hug.

It left a sour taste in Benny’s mouth, seeing you smile and talk to this guy. And usually he’d find your sheepishness cute – when it’s aimed at him – but he strongly disliked it when it came to this guy. He asked himself who was this guy, anyways?

Slowly Benny crept forward, catching the end of whatever you’d been saying to Kathy.

“...our families have been so close, especially after Victor" – so that’s his name, Benny thought – “and my brother played together on the football team. Guess you went on to play college ball, huh?” You softly laughed, looking to Victor.

Yep, Benny didn’t like this guy. He did not like the preppy look of him. And he really didn’t like how you were all smiles and giddy. Dare he say, Benny Cross was jealous of the guy you were with? Yes, a hundred percent he was.

Stepping up to you, as your back was to him, Benny put his arm around you. Drawing you close before putting a kiss to your temple, all the while staring down Victor. “Hey sweetheart" he greeted with his deep voice.

You jumped before realising who it was. Relaxing, you turned to Benny with a bright smile. Leaning up to place a peck to the corner of his lips. “Hey".

Once you moved your head back you noticed that Benny’s gaze was focused on Victor, his eyes drawn in and sharp on the young male. Whom was standing there looking at Benny, with a smile upon his face, not a care in the world. You shot Kathy a confused look, which she shrugged at. Though you both could feel some kind of tension between the two males.

“Ah, I think I’ll head back” Kathy slowly said, deciding to remove herself from the situation.

You shot her a sour look before she took off. Leaving you with the two males from and in your life. Neither male looked away from the other. You guessed Benny was staking his claim to you, as he probably didn’t know who Victor was. And Victor, being like a big brother, was working out if Benny was good enough.

“Well...” you said clearing your voice. “Benny, this Victor, an old friend to my family. Victor, this Benny, my boyfriend".

You looked a little shock after calling Benny your boyfriend. That word never leaving your lips before. Sure, you’d called him it in your head. You felt a warmth rise in your chest after voicing what Benny was to you. As you were known as Benny’s girl. With a silly smile upon your face you turned to your boyfriend, placing a hand on his chest. Which seemed to get Benny’s attention.

Looking to you, he was greeted to the sight of you smiling up at him. Seeing that silly smile warmed his heart, almost making him forget the man who’d hugged you. He could see a twinkle in your eyes, like something perked you up more. Whatever it was, Benny liked it and always wanted you be like this.

Victor cleared his throat. “It’s nice to meet you".

Both you and Benny turned to face Victor. “Yeah, nice to meet ya". That pointed looked back on Benny's  face as he looked to the man before him.

Victor nodded his head. “Well, as I mentioned before, this car" – he moved to stand by his car – “is amazing on the road. I’ll have to take you for a ride, hey cupcake".

You rolled your eyes at the old nickname, but bashfully smiled. “Vic...not that nickname. Let it die, please”.

Victor laughs at your words. “I will never let it go, cupcake”.

You moved forward and swatted Victor’s arm, making him laugh more. And then you laughed as well. All the while Benny watched the playfulness between you too, and not liking it one bit. Especially when Victor put his hand on your arm, holding firmly to stop you once and for all. The way this guy looked at you, the familiarity and warmth. It was off putting for Benny. This guy, even if he’s an old family friend, having his hand on you and looking at your warmly, ticked him off. That green eyed monster rising.

“How about that drive sometime?” Victor’s voice brought Benny back to the matter at hand, the male speaking.

“Ah, yeah. That would be” – you looked to Benny, but am surprised to see the unfriendly look directed to Victor – “...great". Great coming out unsure.

Your old friends face lit up when you agreed, not noticing the uncertainty in your voice. Going on about where you both should take a drive too. All the while you were unsure on how Benny was taking all this. Though with every passing moment that look seems to get darker, and getting annoyed.

That’s when it hit you. Benjamin Cross was jealous. Jealous of your old family friend Victor. Turning back to Victor, you couldn’t help the wicked little smile that crossed your lips. Now would be the best time to give your boyfriend a taste of his own medicine. Finally you could show him how you felt when he spent time with Angela.

“I don’t mind where we go" you replied, placing a hand on Victor’s arm. “As long as you can open that car up".

Benny’s gazed moved to you, not impressed with your reply.

“Of course! She’s made to go fast" Victor laughed.

You continued to smile, looking at Victor. You both talk about his car, you asking any and every question you can think of. All the while feeling the dark cloud that was Benny behind you.

And oh Benny was not enjoying the attention you were giving this guy. Nor did he like the way Victor was smiling at you. He knew he was an old family friend, friends with your brother. But a small part of him wondered if you had ever had a crush on him. If Victor had liked you. Did either of you act on it. Was there hand holding and cuddling. Or did you ever kiss. Every thought making the jealousy in him grown.

Then he did it. Victor held your hand as he led you around behind his car. Leaving Benny standing there seething. This guy had the audacity to take your hand and lead you away from him. Benny’s hands clenched for a moment, before he unclenched them, for he had to control this anger, to control the want to lay hands on this man. He wouldn’t – couldn’t do that, for you would not forgive him if he did.

Next minute he heard your loud giggle. That was it. Snapping out of it Benny made his way to you both. You were leaning against the back of the car, still in conversation with Victor, who stood too close to you with that charming smile. With a small growl, Benny walked over between the two of you. Victor taking a few steps back.

“Benny?” You asked confused and concerned at the annoyed look on your boyfriend’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything alright?” Asked Victor, which made Benny turn and glared at him.

Without a word Benny pulled you from your leaning position. And without an ounce of trouble, he picked you up so you were over his shoulder. You let out a surprised yelp. After realising what had just happened you started to hit at Benny’s back and saying for him to put me down. But it fell on deaf ears, as your boyfriend then stomped off, back towards his bike.

“Ah, sorry Vic!” You called, throwing him a slight wave.

The man you’d just called to looked at you with a shocked expression, returning your wave awkwardly. With every step you continued to hit Benny’s back and repeating your demand to be put down.

“What is ya problem!?” You practically yelled, now gaining an audience as you both moved on.

Benny huffed. “Had enough of him" was his gruff reply.

You blinked, taking a pause from hitting your boyfriend. “Come again?” You asked in confusion.

“I said, I had enough of him" Benny stated, like it was fact.

“Hmm" you hummed.

You took a moment to let his words sink in. As well as his actions. You smiled at your jealous boyfriend, before starting to laugh. Your plan looked to have worked. You got under his skin. You practically cackled, which had Benny questioning you on what’s up with ya?

You smiled brightly. “My, my, my. Looks who’s jealous now, huh?” And again you laughed.

Benny huffed, jostling you on his shoulder, silencing you. He smirked at that. Though it didn’t last for long. As you began to sing that he was jealous. Reaching his bike Benny planted you back on your feet, met with a big grin on your face.

“Admit it, you were jealous~” you sang.

Benny rolled his eyes, but feeling embarrassed by the weight of your attention on him. Yes, he was jealous. And a small part of him feared it could be the start of loosing you. You noticed how Benny looked away, his eyes looking worried. Your smile dropped. You stepped closer seeing how worried he was. You brought your hands up, cupping his face and turning his gaze back to you.

“Hey, you have nothin' to worry about" you said softly, eyes boring into his beautiful baby blues. “If ya think I’d want Vic, no chance. I want my bike riding Vandal any day".

Hearing those words, Benny let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. His eyes softening, the worry slowly leaving. Replaced with warmth and endearment for you, which is everything you had for him.

You pulled Benny’s face towards yours, the Vandal not putting up a fight. You brought his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss. A reassurance he needed, and felt from you. Wrapping an arm around you, Benny drew you in close. You smiled at how needy he could be at times. But you wouldn’t push it away or say no.

Pulling back you looked at your man. “I still can’t believe ya got jealous" you giggled.

Benny groaned, hiding his face in your crook of your neck which only made your giggle turn into a laugh. Retaliating, Benny began to nip at your neck. Which earned him a small squeal from him, and a playful slap to his shoulder. You both laughing at it all.

“Yeah, I’ll admit I was jealous, happy?” Benny muttered against your skin.

Smiling triumphantly you said, “good...now ya know how I felt".

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: Last Friday Night

Cowritten with the lovely @livingtobethevillain, who's idea set us off on this road ;-;

Summary: Damian wasn’t one to go out of his way to cause scandals or to give the masses something to gossip over. He tried to distance himself from his family in that aspect. He liked the way his name was kept out of the papers, unlike his father or siblings. It was something he took pride in.

Or something he did take pride in. Because as the saying goes, love makes you stupid. And well, Jon wanted Damian to have fun. Damian had reasoned that a couple drinks wouldn’t hurt. But once Damian had passed the threshold of ‘a couple drinks’ that's when the trouble really started.

TL;DR Damijon + friends go out and party, Damian gets a bit too drunk and everyone thinks this is hilarious

Anyone who knew Damian would know that being caught by the press doing anything “improper” was simply unheard of for him. 

His brothers and father had hundreds of scandals, memes, audios on the internet but surprisingly, even having been brought up in the spotlight, he’d rarely had any.

But of course, Jon had to change that.

There was an awful lot of truth when people say love makes someone stupid, and as much as Damian was loath to admit it, he was as weak to the emotion as anyone, and it had led to many things he’d come to cringe at.

Although, admittedly there hadn’t been any as…spectacular as this one, though.

It was not a special occasion by any means that led to these events, just a meet-up with some friends at a local bar near Met U. They’d parked a few blocks away and were walking down to the entrance, hands swinging between them.

Damian took a deep breath, letting the warm air slide in and out of his lungs before looking at his husband out of the corner of his eye.

“Jonathan, if you have something you’d like to say you are welcome to say it.” Damian said, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

“Well-I-I just-” Jon stuttered before clearing his throat and gathering himself. 

“I wanted to ask if-well I couldn’t help but notice that you're always the one in the group that stays sober on the nights we go out and I wanted to ask if this time, would you want to be the one to, y’know, party.” Jon rubbed his neck with the hand not intertwined with Damian’s, the other man raising an eyebrow. “This isn’t like-a scheme to get you drunk by the way, I know how it sounds. I just…I want you to have fun.”

Damian's expression softened. “Thank you, love. But you don’t need to worry, okay? I have plenty of fun even when I am off to the side.”

Jon snorts and Damian scowls playfully. 

“Last time we went out you were so high strung that you nearly drop-kicked a guy ‘cause he bumped into me.” Jon laughs.

“He shouldn't have bumped into you if he didn’t want to face the consequences.” Damian responded dryly. 

“Yeah okay,” Jon says, rolling his eyes. “Just-try to let yourself have fun. I'll be the one that plays lookout tonight, alright? You don’t have to worry about anything.” 

Damian hums in acknowledgement. “You feel very strongly about this.” 

“I do.” Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian can’t help but give a small but genuine smile back. 

“Well, we’ll see when we arrive.”

That was neither a yes or a no, but a small victory nonetheless. They weaved through the crowd of college students, staying in a comfortable silence until they reached the inside of the bar. 

They were quickly spotted by Kathy, who dragged them over to where Colin and Maya were sitting, already with drinks in hand.

“Damian!” Colin slung an arm around his neck, not quite drunk but enough alcohol in his system to be rendered tipsy. 

“Wilkes.” Damian ducked under the grasp, momentarily regretting the evening. 

“So, who’s gonna stay sober this evenin’?” Kathy called from where she was hanging off of Jon, much like Colin had Damian a few seconds before. “Y’all can count Colin off the list.”

“Jon is, I believe.” Damian responded, slightly awkward.

Cheers went up, and Maya tipped her glass towards him. “All grown up, aren’t you, little brother? Gonna join the grownups for some fun?”

He scoffed, taking a seat next to her. “Hardly. Just because I did not join the rest of you imbeciles in becoming inebriated doesn’t mean I was less of an adult.”

“Hey!” Jon put a hand to his heart, mock-offended. 

“Not you, of course,” He was quick to remedy the statement, both sharing soft smiles that left their friends gagging. 

“I’m too sober for your disgusting PDA,” Kathy announced, waving a hand to get the attention of the bartender. 

“Amen to that!” Maya sipped from her cup, Damian’s answering unimpressed expression being undermined by the blush that heated up his face at their words. Jon only laughed in response, placing a chaste kiss on Damian’s cheek, before then starting up a conversation to update their friends on recent solo missions, although they were worded to sound like typical civilian jobs to any possibly prying ears.

Kathy brought over a refill for Colin and Maya, as well as Damian’s first drink of the evening. 

“Figures.” Colin snorted, looking over at the glass. “You’ll never grow out of rich boy shit, will you?”

“This is perfectly acceptable.” Damian sniffed, looking mildly insulted. Jon patted his shoulder, nodding along. 

”Whipped.” Kathy muttered into her drink. Jon coughed, the rest of them snickering.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

They went on like this for a good five minutes, Damian on the brink of losing his mind for all of it. It was better to save his grievances until the night was in full swing, as things would only escalate from there, and there was no use in wasting his breath when it wouldn’t be heard over the loud music.

It wasn’t long before the group needed another round of drinks. Jon volunteered to grab them and motioned for Damian to follow. Damian tilted his head in a silent question but followed anyway. The pair made their way through the crowd, their hands naturally linking back up as a way to stay close. 

“Are you alright, Dearest?” Damian asked upon arriving at the main bar area. 

“What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I actually wanted to check on you again.” Jon admitted sheepishly. 

Damian huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly. “Of course,”  

Jon fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “You know I wasn't trying to pressure you earlier right? You don't have to get balls to the wall wasted-I just-”

Damian squeezed Jon’s hand reassuringly. “Beloved. I know you didn’t mean any harm. I am well aware of my autonomy, believe me. And if I do get ‘balls to the wall wasted’ that is my choice. Okay?”

Jon laughs and his shoulders slump in relief. “Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Is that-like-the plan then?”

“tt-of course not. Who do you take me for? Richard?” Damian scoffed, his face scrunching up at the mention of his older brother. 

Jon grins. “I mean-”

Damian glares. “Finish that thought, Kent. I dare you.” 

Jon barks out a loud laugh. “Wouldn’t you call me ‘Wayne’? I did take your last name.” 

“You’re an imbecile.” Damian said, the effect was lost of course seeing as the pair’s hands were still connected and there was an unmistakable fond note in his tone. 

It wasn’t much longer before Damian and Jon were able to get the group's desired drinks. Sliding back into their claimed seats, Damian stayed tense, back straight as he sipped on his drink and surveyed the room. He was quickly offset as he felt a light smack hit his shoulder. 

“Relax, Darlin’.” Jon said, looking exasperated. 

Damian sighed, rolled his shoulders and focused on the conversation that was being had at the table. 

“And then, you’ll never believe this, he tried to hit on me!” Kathy waved her drink around, Maya and Colin cackling.

“I was like, excuse me sir, does this look like the face of someone ready to drop their panties? No! I have a knife to your throat.” 

Damian snorted at that, Jon looking over, pleased. As time went on, the music seemed quieter and the lights not as blinding. Damian had already well entered tipsy-zone, onto his fourth drink now, and the world blurring together into a perfect mess.

The rest of their friends were past the safety zone and on their way to an early morning monster hangover. 

“Beloved, have I told you how much I love you today?” Damian had draped himself on top of his husband, looking at him with adoring eyes, caramel skin dusted with a pink flush. 

“Yes.” Jon chuckled, keeping him close. “But I’d love to hear it again.” 

Damian hummed and leaned in close enough that their breaths mingled and Jon could smell the alcohol on his husband's breath. 

“I love you.” Damian said quietly in the very little space between them. His husband leaned forwards to close the distance and place a chaste kiss on his nose.

“Love you too.”

Damian laughed in response and leaned back just enough to breathe, his arms comfortably wrapped around Jons shoulders and one hand propped to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“You’re pretty.” Damian mumbled. 

Jon flushed immediately, ducking his head with a small laugh. “Thank you, darlin’, you’re not half bad yourself.”

Damian tilted his head with an indulgent smile. “I'm absolutely stunning and we both know it.  What’s that one song? The one that’s like-'I'm sexy and I know it’? Yeah, that's me.” 

Jon coughed, unsure whether to burst into laughter or blush harder. “Sure is, D. You've always been the more confident of the two of us.”

Damian groaned. “Well yeah, but do remember-you have every reason to be confident in your appearance as well. I mean-I love you for many reasons but one of them would absolutely be how ethereal you look at all times.”

He went with the ‘blush harder’ option, resisting the urge to duck his head again and instead peppering Damian’s face with little kisses. “You’re so sweet when you’re like this.”

Damian laughed in response to the kisses, lightly pushing Jon away and rolling his eyes. Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian takes another drink from his glass. 

“I'm not sweet, Jonathan,” he scoffed. “I’m simply an honest man. And the truth I'm living is that you're the love of my life.” 

Damian leaned in to steal another kiss from his blushing husband before leaning back again and sipping from his drink. 

This time Jon did hide his face a bit, sure he was burning from the words. Their friends who had previously been on the dance floor returned, Kathy leaning on Maya and Colin stumbling over with a grin on his face.

Damian sat up upon seeing their friends. He downed the rest of the drink he had been drinking and waved them over. 

“Hello peasants.” Damian smirked. “Glad to know none of you are passed out in the bathroom.” 

“If anyones ending this night passed out in the bathroom, it’ll be you. I’ll eat my shoe if I can’t hold my liquor better than you can, assassin training or not.” Colin challenged, leaning over.

“Yeah sure, Wilkes. Whatever you say. I’ll bet you check out before we even get started. What, with how you're leaning off to the side?” Damian scoffed, pointedly ignoring the way he was also leaning a bit too far to the side when he wasn't paying attention. 

Colin called for a round of shots, leaning towards the other side at Damian’s observation. 

“C’mon, how many do you think you can do? Before passing out, of course.”

“More than you, I'm sure.” Damian challenged.

“Bring it, Wayne.” he picked up a shot glass, the rest of them looking on, Kathy and Maya cheering while Jon looked mildly concerned.

Damian patted Jon’s fidgeting hands reassuringly. “Stop looking like that,” he said, picking up his own glass. “Go back to being embarrassed. That was cute.” 

“Hey!” Jon protested, his voice going unheard as the girls counted down.

“1, 2, 3!”

Damian and Colin both swallowed down their shots, both of their faces screwing up for a moment at the strong taste.

“Gonna give up?” Colin grinned, picking up a second one. He tipped it towards the other boy, a challenge clear in the gesture.

Damian scoffed and snatched another shot. “I hope you’re prepared for the hangover you’ll experience tomorrow. I’ve heard blackouts are worse than normal hangovers.”

“You’re gonna eat your words, rich boy.” 

By the fifth shot, both were beyond the bridges of completely wasted, Colin more so then Damian. Jon plucked the 6th glass from both of them, giving them both glasses of water instead. 

“Okay, no one’s getting alcohol poisoning tonight, thanks.” 

“Aw, why not?” Damian pouted, head tilting in amusement. “Go big or go home, right?” 

“Mm, yeah but I'm the one taking you home, and I love you too much to let that happen.”

Damian slid off his chair and leaned into Jon, standing between his legs, chest to chest with his husband. 

“I love you too, beloved.” Damian tilted his head up and caught Jon’s lips with his own. Jon made a surprise noise before melting into the contact. Damian's hands coming up to tangle in Jon’s hair before Damian was pulled away by the collar of his shirt. 

Damian turned and glared at Kathy, while Jon was catching his breath. “Excuse you.” 

Kathy grinned in response and shrugged. “Keep it to the bedroom, lovebirds, I don't wanna see it.” 

Damian muttered a couple unsavory words under his breath but sat back down in his own seat. 

Jon momentarily mourned the loss of his husband, joining Damian in shooting Kathy a less-than-pleased look. 

“Like you haven’t done worse,” He scoffed. “At least you haven’t walked in on us, unlike some people who don’t understand the concept of locked doors.” 

She seemed to have been silenced with that, only snickering a bit as she snuck a sip from Maya’s half-empty glass, sitting abandoned on the table.

From there time flew by, Jon sat in place for a long while, just observing and having lost Damian at some point. Jon exasperatedly looked around throughout the crowd and it was only when Maya stumbled out of a dance circle that he was able to ask where his husband had wandered off to. 

“-eah i don't know, i think he and Colin are dancing somewhere. I know Kathy went to get them some more water.” Maya laughed. “Never thought I'd see the day that Damian Wayne got shitfaced in some random bar but here we are.” 

Jon snorted and let Maya stride over to Kathy. Jon–now with a direction in mind–headed over to find Damian on the dancefloor. 

Jon wasn’t disappointed by what he found. Damian and Colin were each having the time of their lives drunkenly dancing and then proceeding to laugh their asses off at the other at the drop of a hat. Jon’s eyes wandered back to Damian and Jon let out a choked noise upon seeing the man's newest attempt at dancing. This time he moved his hips and let his hands drift up his sides. The lights above them washed over his handsome features nicely, his dark eyes feeling like something Jon could get lost in. 

Someone bumped into Jon and the spell was broken by another round of laughter from Colin and Damian. Jon strode forward and wrapped an arm around Damians waist. 

“Hey, darlin’. Having fun?” He said fondly. 

Damian twisted in Jon’s hold and pressed close, as he had done multiple times that night. Jon was beginning to sense a pattern.

“I am, thank you for asking, dearest. Me and Colin were dancing.” Damian said, only slightly slurring his words. 

“I think it might be time to head home, hun. It’s late and I can guarantee that tomorrow you're going to want as much sleep as possible.” Jon stated, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Damians back.

Colin whined. “Awe c’mon, night’s barely begun. We’ve been here, what? Two hours?”

Jon laughed. “Try again. We’ve been here for about four and a half.” 

“Damn, alright.” Colin shrugged. “Just make sure to tell Kathy when you leave. You don’t want her losing her mind when she can't find y’all at the end of the night.”

“Will do. C’mon, D.” He led his husband back to where the girls were, Damian doing as much as possible to stay close to Jon, hanging off of him like a baby koala. 

They stopped at the table, Jon being pulled into a seat while Damian unlatched himself and proceeded to sit in his lap instead of the many available seats, arms going around Jon's neck.

“What’re you doing?” He chuckled.

“Is it illegal to take a seat now? Unbelievable.” Damian scoffed.

“I-Okay, we need to get you home.” Jon shook his head fondly, before pulling out his phone and sending a quick message to the group chat.

“There. Now they know that we’re headed home. Are you okay to walk or do I need to carry you?” Jon said, only half joking. 

Damian huffed. “I can walk perfectly fine.” 

Jon raised an eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I'm madly in love with you or else your disrespect would not go unnoticed.” Damian said, sounding fond. 

Jon smiled softly. “I wouldn't have thought that you’d be an affectionate drunk, but here we are.” 

“M’not drunk, I'm just…hm. In a good mood.” Damian insisted. 

“Of course, of course.” Jon rolled his eyes, before sliding Damian off his lap and steadying the both of them. 

“Time to go home, Dames.” 

—--------

The light was much too bright out, Damian decided as he opened his eyes, despite the protests of the hammer going off inside of his skull. The blackout curtains were drawn shut, but the tiny sliver of light coming through them seemed much more like a flashlight shined directly into his face.

With what he’d admit was mild discomfort, he shifted in bed, drawing a small noise from his husband, who was apparently not asleep.

“Good morning.” The words were whispered but sounded like a megaphone, causing Damian to swat at him.

“Speak quieter.”

“I guess the hangover isn’t treating you as well as you’d hoped.” Jon’s voice was much more amused than he would have liked, but at the moment, he hadn’t the energy to comment on it, only grumbling.

“This is all your fault.”

“It always is, isn’t it?” Jon gently pushed back a few loose pieces of hair around his face. “You didn’t have to get as…compromised as you did, but you Bats can never back down from a challenge.”

“And you kryptonians do?” Damian snorted, wincing as the action jostled his body. “Beloved, if you ran from a challenge, i don’t believe we’d be here.” 

Jon hummed in acknowledgement. “So, moral of the story is we’re both stubborn and competitive. Yeah? Me slightly more than you, of course. ‘Cause you’re just a sweet baby angel aren’t ya, honey?”

Damian scoffed and subsequently cringed again, Jon’s previous snark was replaced with soft, exasperated affection.

“I’ll grab you some painkillers and some water. I'll be right back, darlin’.” Jon clambered out of bed and shuffled himself out of the room. 

Damian closed his eyes and willed the headache to go away. 

“Hey, we’re both off today from day jobs so that’s nice–oh and I was planning on calling Bruce and asking about us sitting out of patrol for tonight-” Jon rounded the bed and quickly handed off the aforementioned items. 

“No.” Damian mumbled. 

“You really can’t think you’re alright to patrol tonight-” Jon said slowly.  

Damian glared tiredly and Jon crossed his arms. 

“I’m fine, Jon. Stop coddling.” Damian insisted. 

Jon sighed in response but didn’t push. He crawled back into bed and picked up his phone only for his eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the mass amounts of notifications on his homescreen. Tiktok, instagram, snapchat. Any kind of social media and there was someone mentioning him, or trying to get his attention. It wasn’t too unusual. Not really. Jon always had at least a bit of attention due to marrying one of Gotham’s sweethearts. But even then, this was excessive. Curiously Jon randomly opened one of the Tiktok videos that people had been sending him–and Jon couldn’t help the laugh that shook his body upon watching. 

“Shut up,” Damian uncurled just enough to glare at his husband. 

Jon didn’t even attempt to stifle the chuckles that escaped his mouth. 

“You’re famous, Dami.” Jon snorted. “Again.”

Damian huffed and sat up to snatch Jon’s phone. It took all of five seconds for Damian’s face to flush upon recognizing himself from the night before. 

It was an edit, Damian vaguely remembers himself and Colin dancing with each other and apparently the people had  not only seen but recorded, uploading the clips onto the internet for frivolous purposes like these.

Damian glared at Jon and gestured pointedly with the phone, ignoring the looped music playing from the device. “This is your fault.” 

Jon laughed harder. 

Their ship name was trending again, along with different variations of Damian's name. The rest of the morning was spent with his horrible husband watching various edits and reading posts aloud to him.

Of course, it was all followed up by being doted on the rest of the day, which may or may not have made up for everything.

When the evening came and he slipped on the suit, Jon tried to talk him out of it again. 

“Really, Dami, I think they’d understand, people have called off patrol for less.” He plucked the mask from his husband’s hold, putting out the puppy eyes he knew made the other’s resolve crumble.

“Jonathan.” Damian huffed, reaching up for the mask, eyebrow raising as it was held above his head in a childish gesture. “I will not be brought down by a generally harmless illness and an unfortunately timed headache.”

“A hangover, babe.” Jon kept the mask above his head as if they were bickering preteens and teens all over again. “You never drink enough to get properly wasted, so now that you have, it’s not going to be kind to you.”

“You’re being childish, give it to me.” Damian scolded instead, refusing to lower himself to the grounds where he’d jump. He’d need a running start to reach above Jon’s height, and frankly, he was not in the mood for this, nor willing to waste what little energy he had left.

“Just stay tonight, i’ll stay with you,” He pleaded once more. Damian sighed, looking out of the apartment window at the darkening sky.

“I will end patrol two hours earlier.” He offered, headache thanking him as it thrummed in his skull. 

Jon scrunched up his face, analyzing him, before handing him the mask, resigned. “You shouldn’t even be going out. I’m a horrible husband for condoning this.”

“You were a horrible husband when you let me go viral due to my antics while inebriated, no matter how pure the intentions.”

Jon whined. “You’re so mean.” 

“So I've been told.” Damian snorted.

Jon sighed and handed over the mask, it was quiet for a moment as Damian checked over his gear. 

“You have to admit that the reality of you being a party drunk is pretty damn funny-” Jon said, breaking the silence.

“Jonathan.” 

“I know you’re embarrassed, it's okay honey-'' Jon grinned. 

“I am not embarrassed-” Damian huffed. 

“You totally are!” Jon laughed. 

“You are on thin ice, habibi.” Damian turned away from Jon and made his way out into the night.

“You know you love me.” Jonathan chirped, following close behind. 

“I suppose that’s why I married you, isn’t it?”

—--------

Damian was beginning to wonder if he should have listened to his husband.

The sudden jolt of nausea had caused him to nearly miss a swing from his grappling hook, looking downwards not helping whatsoever. He made it finally to the designated rooftop his siblings had told him to go to. On a normal day, he would have seen where it was going, but at this point, he was much too out of it to care too much.

“Hey Demon.” A voice from behind him caused him to jump and he turned, seeing his second oldest brother grinning at him, helmet under his arm.

“Todd.” he crossed his arms. 

“He got you, didn’t he, Baby Bat?” Tim appeared next, a smirk on his face. “Must be a bit disorienting for you, huh?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re on about, Drake.” Damian sniffed, turning around and silently begging every deity known to man that his siblings wouldn’t mention his…late night escapades. 

Of course, God is dead and Damian could always count on the others to stir the pot even more.  Dick hugged him, and mentioned nothing, thank fuck, but Stephanie was another thing.

“You’re all over the internet, Dami!” Steph cackled, shoving his phone in his face. The brightness was too high for his liking and he batted it away, grumbling.

“Little brother, not in shape for patrol.” Cass said, sounding serious but the mirth was dancing in her eyes.

“Baby’s first awful hangover!” Jason cheered, ruffling his hair. “Surprised your gorgeous husband whom you love so much and is the best person in the world didn’t make you stay.”

Damian cringed at the use of descriptions, just one of the things from when he was drunk off his ass and waxing poetic about his partner going viral on the internet. 

“He attempted it. I am perfectly fine, thank you.”

“You’re too young for this,” Dick wailed. “This is my baby, you guys, this is not right-!”

“Grayson.” Damian grumbled and his oldest brother clung to him. “Stop.”

Jason snorted. “C’mon don’t beat him while he's down. Plus. You’re, what? Ten years old?”

“I am twenty four!” Damian hissed.

“Four?” Tim echoed, shit-eating grin splitting his face open. “Holy shit you guys, he’s still a baby.”

“Drake.” Damian growled as he was held tighter. “Sleep tonight and you will not wake tomorrow.”

“Dami,” Dick whined. “You got drunk-” 

“Yes, we’ve established this.” Damian grumbled. 

“You’d think with all the bitching you’ve done at us, you’d never even touch alcohol.” Steph said, still scrolling on her phone. 

“I am an adult. I am allowed a couple drinks-” said Damian. 

“More than a couple.” Cass shook her head while the rest of their siblings stifled their laughter. 

“Need to go home.” She declared, poking at him affectionately.

“I’m fine.” Damian would never admit to the whine that laced the words, swatting at Cass’s hand.

“Uh-huh,” Jason snorted.

“I blame Jon.” Damian grumbled. 

“How could you say that about the love of your life?!” Steph gasped in mock offense. 

“He’s the one who encouraged me to ‘have fun’. I was merely making him happy and…got carried away.” Damian flushed and elbowed Dick at his responding coo. 

“God, you guys are so gross. Ew, Look you’re practically grinding on him-” Steph flashed her phone in Damian’s eyes again and Damian hissed. 

“He is my husband. Stop being a voyeur, Brown.” Steph’s face screwed up in disgust. “And I swear you turned up the brightness on that vile device just to spite me.” Damian scowled. 

“Maybe I did, what’re you gonna do about it? Stab me? When you can’t even walk in a straight line?” Steph grinned. 

“You’re all dead to me.” Damian deadpanned. “Also that is a gross dramatization. If I was that compromised I wouldn't have come to patrol at all.”  

At the responding looks of skepticism, Damian sighed. At that moment there was a thump and the crunch of gravel as another person joined them. None of the young adults had to look to know it was their dad, or as he was now, Batman. 

The immediate silence weighed over them, louder than the previous conversations. Anticipation hung in the air as he cleared his throat, seemingly waiting for a greeting.

“Father.” Damian glanced at him, seemingly unconcerned over the possibilities this exchange might bring.

“Damian.” Bruce responded stiffly, looking rather uncomfortable. Damian raised a brow, seemingly scandalized.

“Names on the field, Batman.”

“Right, well, how has your day been?” Bruce coughed, much to Damian’s confusion.

“Fine..?” Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “What are you getting at?”

“Last night seemed to have been very eventful for you.” There was a choked wheezing noise from behind him, undoubtedly one of his brothers. 

Damian flushed, crossing his arms and looking much like a petulant child then the adult he was supposed to be. “I’m far past legal age, father. I’m married, I no longer live under your roof, there’s really no need for-”

“I don’t think we really ever had a talk about safe drinking, son.” Bruce cut him off with a seemingly concerned tone of voice.

“Father, we absolutely do not have to-”

“You should always have a limit, and I know that you do, but please remember to have a designated driver, and stay hydrated.” Bruce’s voice was tuned out by Damian’s own fuming thoughts, his siblings barely concealed laughter echoing in his mind.

This was humiliating. Here he was, surrounded by absolute hypocrites, all clowning on him and giving him talks. He was Damian Al Ghul Wayne (Kent), for fuck’s sake! He’d been building up his tolerance since he was a child, granted not that it had been exercised recently past a glass of champagne at a gala, but still. 

“-amian? Damian, are you listening to me?” He snapped out of his thoughts, Tim seemingly doing a dolphin impression next to him, high pitched shrieks and rumbles of barley held back laughter.

“No.” Damian scowled. “You’re all hypocrites, how dare you have the audacity to treat me this way when each of you have had much worse versions of this than I have! At least I didn’t go around trying to flirt with anyone other than the person I am actually with.”

”Pretty sure he just called y’all hoes.” Steph stage-whispered, Tim now in a fetal position on the rooftop and rocking back and forth while Jason cackled loudly.

“Furthermore, yes, while my tolerance isn’t exactly what it used to be, it certainly looks better that I am actually of the correct age for something like this, and everyone seems to have taken it as positive publicity. This was my choice, no matter how other elements may have influenced it.”

He let out a long breath, looking up with annoyed glance. “And besides, I was kept safe by Jonathan, who didn’t let any of us go past a limit, and cared for me and attempted to get me off of patrol.”

”Whipped.” came from somewhere in the crowd, followed by a gagging noise and something that sounded like a dying vacuum. 

“Tt.” Damian turned. “I’ve had enough of you imbeciles. I’m retiring for the night, and you’ll do well to stop gossiping for God’s sake.”

The tips of his ears were dusted pink, betraying his mortification over the events. He moved to shoot his grappling hook, tripping and landing on his face due to the dully pounding headache at the back of his head that was meddling with his senses.

That was the tipping point for his siblings, and the poorly concealed laughter began to scream out near hysterically. 

“What, were you all hit with laughing toxin?” Damian brushed himself off, looking moments away from stomping his foot like a toddler. “You’re insufferable, the lot of you!”

He swooped away, entire body burning in shame. God, he should have just listened to Jon. Not that he’d tell him though.

—----------

Damian was considerably less flustered by the time he entered his home but the tips of his ears still felt warm when he thought back to the mortifying encounter with his family. 

“Of course all of them had to be present to humiliate me. None of them can be bothered to make time for any event of actual importance but oh as soon as there's blood in the water everyone shows up. Sharks, the lot of them.” Damian muttered angrily. 

“So how was patrol?” Damian looked up to see Jon leaning against a doorway nearby. 

“It went well, nothing interesting.” Damian said, lying through his teeth. 

Jon looked amused. “Liar.” 

Damian held back a groan. “And why do you say that, Jonathan.” 

“Aside from the fact that you look more pissed off than usual, you have your tells.” Jon looked fond. 

“What may these tells be, exactly?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

Jon shrugged with a grin and finally made his way over to Damian before wrapping his arms around his waist. 

“You inhale a bit through your nose and deliberately make more eye contact when you lie. I’ve always assumed it was to keep your heart rate controlled and to make what you're saying be taken more seriously because usually you hate direct eye contact.” Jon explained.

Damian did groan aloud at this and Jon laughed quietly. Damian scoffed but couldn’t help the way his eyes softened at the sound and the way he leaned into Jon’s touch. Damian and Jon were again chest to chest but this time they just existed in each other's arms and swayed slightly to the soft sound of a song that only the two of them could hear. 

“Seriously though, are you alright?” Jon pulled away slightly before he finally spoke again after an indiscernible amount of time had passed. His voice was soft and slightly concerned. Damian sighed and pulled out of his arms completely in order to get out of his suit. 

“I’m fine, I promise, habibi. Slightly embarrassed due to my family's idiocy but fine nonetheless.”

Jon hummed. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume they saw the videos online.” 

Damian snorted. “Stephanie made it her mission to scroll through as many as she could.” 

“Of course she did.” Jon rolled his eyes. 

Damian pulled off the last bits of armor and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants that had been lying around as well as a shirt he didn’t doubt belonged to Jon seeing as it hung a bit loosely off his frame. 

“I would like to go to bed now.” Damian said, coming to lean into his husband’s side once more. 

“Sounds good to me. I did put out some water and painkillers for you if you need them, though.” Jon said. 

 Damian's headache abruptly made itself known now that Damian’s attention was brought back to it. 

“Ah, yes. Water and medication, then sleep.” Damian winced. 

Soon, Damian and Jon were able to fall back into bed and wrap themselves around each other under their duvet. Damian hid his face in the crook of Jon’s neck and Jon tilted his own to the side in order to rest his chin atop the soft strands of Damian's hair. Before long, both were fast asleep and soft snoring filled the room. 

It was quiet, save the soft noises of sleep. And despite the darkness of night, the love that they held for each other was as bright and clear as day. It would continue like that as long as they would stay together, a shining beacon of light through the harder times and lighthearted chaos. For now, though, they were content to stay like that, their bubble of home, warm and soft and full of love.

[drabbles-mc]

Here On Out

Benny Cross x Kathy Cross

Written for @narcosfandomdiscord Book of These Damn Restraints: "Now you know why I never say anything."

Warnings: 18+, language, angst

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I have been wanting to write another Benny/Kathy fic for a hot minute now and I'm so so glad that the prompts gave me the inspo for this little heartbreaker! in my head this is a missing scene from the movie, but if that's not your jam you can pretend it's an AU lmao. I just. I think about them so much idk

The ride back to the house after his last conversation with Johnny felt longer than usual and yet still not long enough. He went through the motions like it was business as usual, even though it was anything but. He cut the engine near the end of the road, rolling quietly until he landed in front of Kathy's house in an attempt to not wake her or the neighbors up in the small hours of the morning.

All the lights in all the windows on the street were out, except for the bedroom light in Kathy's window. Benny knew that she was probably still going to be awake when he got home, but part of him had been hoping that she wouldn’t be. It would make all of this so much easier.

He dropped the kickstand and swung his leg off and over the bike in what seemed like one fluid motion. Everything about it was second nature now. He padded quietly up the stairs until he was on the front porch. He lingered by the door for a moment, chin tucking down towards his chest as he took a deep breath. He allowed himself to linger there for a few more seconds, soaking up the last of what would be the latest in a long series of before’s.

There was the Benny that he was before he came to Chicago. There was the Benny he was before he became one of the Vandals. There was the Benny he was before he married Kathy. He thought that he'd run out of them, that the rest of his life was just going to be a permanent state of after.

But he found out that he had at least one more in him: The Benny he was before he left her.

Once he got up those stairs and went down the hall and through the bedroom doorway, he would be moving into a brand new after. He didn’t know what that was going to feel like, didn't know if he was really ready for it. Didn't seem like he had much of a say in the matter, though.

Finally, he opened the door. He left his jacket and boots on, but still shut and locked the door behind him. Out of habit he went to reach for the pack of smokes he had but he fought the urge—he wouldn’t be staying long enough to enjoy one before he had to turn back around and leave again.

The stairway was dark but he could still see the warm yellow light that was coming from down the hall. One hand tracing against the wall, he made his way upstairs. The silence of the house felt heavier than it usually did, or maybe it was just him that felt heavier.

When he reached the doorway, it was to find Kathy awake with a book open across her lap. The duvet was pulled up and covering her legs, her hair falling down around her shoulders while one hand toyed with a stray lock of it while she read. Messing with the rings on his hand, Benny lingered just outside the room so he could steal a few more seconds of looking at her like that before he shattered the façade of it all.

“You just gonna stand there then?” Kathy asked, only lifting her eyes from the pages in front of her when she asked her second question, “Gonna stand out in the hall all night like some kinda creep?”

Benny let out a laugh, or the closest that he ever really got to it, that sharp breath out through his nose. Shaking his head, he crossed the threshold into the room. “No.”

Even as he was walking into the room, he didn’t really know what his plan was. He knew how it all had to end, but he had no idea how he was going to get there. Living that way had served him just fine so far. At least neither of them had the anger in their voices that they'd had in their conversation earlier. It all had given way to exhaustion now.

He went over and sat down on Kathy's side of the bed. He could see the confusion on her face, wondering why he wasn't getting ready to come to bed with her. She closed her book and set it off to the side, hands resting in her lap as she stared at him, watched him as he looked back and forth between her and the window.

“Everythin' alright?” she asked. Before he could try and give an answer, she said, “How'd it go with Johnny?”

Benny shrugged at that, frowning slightly. “Fine. Took care'a some things.”

Kathy scoffed quietly and shook her head as she repeated the words back to him, annoyance in her voice. “Took care'a some things. I was tryna talk to you before, you know. I had somethin' to say and you just,” she gestured vaguely to the doorway, “went right on ahead and took off. No goodbye, no nothin', but apparently it was real important. Now you come back at,” she turned and looked at the clock beside her bed, “God. And all you can tell me is you took care'a some things? I can't keep doin' this, Benny, you know? I can't—”

“I know,” he said, interrupting wherever the stream of consciousness was threatening to take her next.

His reaction gave her pause. “What?”

He nodded, looking down at his hands for a moment. “I know. That you can't, you know,” he forced himself to look at her, “can't do this no more.”

Kathy’s eyes were wide as she slowly shook her head while processing through what he'd just said to her. “Okay. So…so what's that mean, then? What's that mean you know I can't do this no more? ‘Cause, come on, Benny, you must'a been knowin' before this, you know? You must'a known back when all that happened that there was no way that I could just keep—”

“You wanna leave.”

Kathy stumbled on her words for a moment. “I never said that.”

Benny sighed, staring down at the seams of the blanket for a moment. “You want me to leave the club.”

“That's not the same as me wantin' to leave. But if the only way to get you outta all that mess is to leave, then, then yeah I'll do that, y'know. If that's what it takes I'll do it. Hell, Benny, I'll pack my bags right now and we can leave tonight.”

He shook his head. “You don't gotta do all that.”

Kathy reached for his hand. “I will, though. If it gets us away from all’a this mess I'll do it.”

Benny almost went to pull his hand away from her but stopped. He soaked it up, the soft warmth of her palm as it seeped into the top of his hand. He reached with his thumb, running it along her fingers.

He studied the way that their lands looked layered and tangled together like that as he tried to choose his next words with the utmost care. “You don't gotta do all that,” he looked her in the eyes again, “’cause I'm leavin'.”

Kathy froze. “What?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I'm, uh, I'm gonna grab a couple'a my things, and I'm just gonna go.”

“Benny—”

“That's what you want.”

She squeezed his hand tighter. “That's not what I want. I want—”

Benny felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest. He tried his best to ignore it. “What you want,” he shook his head, “I can't give you that.” Finally, he pulled his hand away. “Leavin' is the best I can do for you, Kathy.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “C'mon, Benny. Don't do this. You always say you're gonna do this but you never—”

“And now I am. It's, uh, it's better this way, y'know?” His frown stretched deeper. “I ain't ever gonna be what you really want, so I might as well just go now.”

Kathy sniffled, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes for a moment to get the tears to go away. “This what you really want, then? This what you really think you should do? After everythin' and all'a this…”

“Now you know why I never say anythin'.” He wanted to reach out for her again but he stopped himself. “All it does is break your heart.”

The chuckle that Kathy let out was weak and sad, matching the small smile on her face perfectly. Tears were already back in her eyes again. “ No one better at it'n you.”

He didn’t know how to apologize for some of it without apologizing for all of it. He wasn't sorry about the club, but he was sorry for what it'd done to her. He was sorry for the hurt she was going to feel when he left, but he wasn't sorry for leaving. She was always the talker, always the one that could pick things apart down to each little bone that made up the skeleton. Maybe after he was gone she would be able to peel it open and see the intricacies for herself. Once she was done being sad, once she was done being angry. It might be awhile.

“I gotta go, Kathy.”

Benny said the words with such finality that Kathy didn’t even try to argue. She didn’t get out of bed to try and stop him from shoving some of his clothes into a bag. Instead she sat there, twisting the blanket between her fingers and gnawing on the inside of her cheek. Benny tried not to keep looking over at her, knowing that it wasn't going to change or help anything if he did. He could look into her big, sad, brown eyes all he wanted but it wasn’t going to do anything but break both their hearts more.

When he was done, and he closed up the bag where he'd stuffed all of his clothes, he felt a wave of familiarity wash over him. He'd rolled into Chicago with nothing but his bike and a bag, and now he was leaving with the same thing.

He paused by the foot of the bed and looked at Kathy. She looked small and sad and part of Benny just wanted to slide into bed beside her and hold her but he'd given up the right to do that the second he told her that he was going to leave.

She sniffled. “I still love you, y’know.”

That got a crack of a smile out of him. Walking over to her side of the bed once more, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, the kiss reaching her through her bangs. He pressed his forehead against hers for a brief second, and then pulled away.

His boots sounded heavier on the hardwood as he left than they had when he'd arrived. He fought the urge to turn back and look at her, knowing that this was just another after now.

When he got outside to his bike, he allowed himself to look up at the bedroom window. The crushing weight on his chest got a little lighter when he saw the bedroom light go off.

(Divider by @silkholland 💞)

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[jungle-angel]

The Sparks That Heal (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: It's Memorial Day and Miles needs a little bit of help later in the evening

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

"You sure you're gonna be ok?" you asked Miles, putting the finishing touches on the dessert you had made for the picnic later

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Miles told you. "I'm ready to move past it now. For me and you and especially for the babies."

He leaned his head in and pressed a loving kiss to your lips which you eagerly returned, the softness causing a stir between your legs which made you giggle a little. You had always worried when Memorial Day and Fourth Of July rolled around. During the first year of your marriage, Miles had a little trouble with the loudness of the fireworks, hardly able to separate the celebratory explosions with those he had endured overseas. But now that some time had passed, it was getting a little bit easier, but it still worried you nonetheless.

You sprinkled the last of the red, white and blue sprinkles onto the big cupcakes, sticking the tiny little flags in the center of the swirls of vanilla frosting and occasionally chiding Miles for sneaking a taste. Thankfully all of the chores were done for the long weekend, the fridge stocked full of hamburgers, hot dogs, sausages, chicken, ribs, salads and sides for the town picnic later in the evening. The flowers had been put out at the cemetery and the house cleaned to near spotless.

You and Miles gathered up Benny, Jesse and the girls and followed his parents into town with all the food in tow. Everything smelled so good, the freshly mown grass, the charcoal grills and the cooking food. Miles could have eaten his weight in corn, the cobs slathered with butter, herbs, spices and parmesean cheese.

Later on towards sunset, you brought Benny, Jesse and the girls home so they could have their baths, all of you full from dinner. Alice and Essie were put right to sleep while Benny and Jesse had their baths and were allowed to stay up to watch the fireworks.

Benny and Jesse put on their shoes and waddled down the path where Otis and Kathy were waiting on the back porch for them, leaving you and Miles to do your thing.

"You ready?" you asked him.

He nodded.

You both sat on the back porch, face to face, your hands in his as they began. Miles jumped a little bit but you guided him through it, encouraging him to take deep breaths, in and out, in and out until the shakiness had gone. When he had finally calmed down, you noticed a huge smile beginning to form on Miles's face and his fingers brushing over yours. You laughed a little with him before he stood up, picking you up and spinning you around on the porch while the fireworks burst in the air.

"Baby thank you," Miles croaked before kissing you, his chin wobbling a little as a few tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Always Miles," you said, kissing him back. "Always."

[fallingblueroses]

Another unrelated little snippet. Context: Kathy and VoicePlay are in a room waiting. Geoff is not there. (Actually part of a longer fic called "The Call of the Void" that has been sitting unfinished since before I started writing "For Clan and Kin".)

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The droning hum and beeping of the machines were about to drive Kathy crazy. She had the only chair, but she was considering stretching out on the floor like Layne had. Eli and Cesar were sitting on the floor near him. Eli was staring off into the distance and Cesar was dozing beside him.

Eli suddenly chuckled, breaking the tense silence. Layne looked over. "What's funny?"

Eli had a small smile on his face. "Just remembering that time you kissed Geoff."

Kathy blinked. "What?"

Layne frowned. "I never--Oh." He put a hand to his mouth as he remembered. "Oh, yeah."

Cesar looked up, interested. "Never heard this story."

Eli laughed. "It was back when we were touring with Earl and J. We were in Pheonix, and when we got to our hotel the rooms we'd booked were full. We finally find a double room in this fleabag hotel outside of the city. Five guys, with only four places to sleep. We played rock-paper-scissors to see who had to sleep on the floor."

"You lost," Layne reminded him.

"Yeah, I did. Earl and J got one bed, and Layne and Geoff the other. So I wake up the next morning, and Earl and J are giggling. When I sit up Earl shushes me and points to the other bed. Layne must have been dreaming about Cyndi, because he had Geoff all wrapped up. I mean, if they'd been any closer they would have fused together. And Geoff, well, you know how he sleeps. He's out. Dead to the world." Cesar had a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing as Eli went on. "So I get an idea. I go over to Layne and say--" his voice changed to a perfect imitation of Cyndi "--'Good morning, baby.'" His voice went back to normal. "And Layne never even blinked. Just mumbles 'Morning' and plants a kiss on Geoff's lips. Geoff wakes up to Layne sucking out his tonsils--"

"I was not! It was just a little good morning kiss!"

"--and freaks the fuck out. Grabs Layne, rolls over, and flings him out of the bed. Layne's on the floor half-awake and Geoff is screaming. 'What the hell, Layne! What the fuck was that?!' And we're just laughing. Earl was laughing so hard he was laying on the floor. I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance for him. J is on his knees with his head on the bed and I had to sit back in the chair."

Cesar was laughing outright now, and Kathy felt the smile on her face. "So what'd they do to you when they figured it out?"

"We beat the shit out of him," Layne said.

Eli grinned at him. "With pillows."

"We still beat the shit out of you. And then Geoff spent ten minutes brushing his teeth and gargling like I had the plague."

Cesar wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Oh man. That's great. That's glorious."

Kathy laughed a little as well, and the tension in the room lifted a little bit.

[rjzimmerman]

From my humble perspective, most bureaucrats working for state or local agencies that "regulate" wildlife are idiots. And, unfortunately, because agencies in states that are predominantly Democrat politically, these bureaucrats tend to be Democrats. Which means they love to throw around state and local regulations that they have no idea how to read in between bites of their donuts and sips of their coffee, and then kill the wildlife species that is otherwise enjoying a nice day because somebody lacked a license. This part of the MAGA obsession with government regulations I understand completely.

I should be arrested, I guess. I don't have a sanctuary, but I have about two dozen squirrels in our yard raiding our bird feeders. So I have bags of peanuts and feed them, hoping the peanut bribery will keep them away from the feeders. Some of the squirrels take the peanuts right from my hand, squat down to chomp and eat, and then look to me with their sorrowful giant eyes for more. I comply.

Excerpt from this Rolling Stone story:

It’s tough to think that a squirrel might tilt the presidential election, but it’s 2024, so here we are. 

It all started last week, when an Instagram-famous rodent named Peanut was taken from a house near Elmira, New York, along with a raccoon named Fred. Peanut had lived with Mark Longo and his wife, Daniela, for the past seven years; Fred had lived there for about five months. Rescuing Peanut from near-death and bonding with him had inspired the couple to start a nonprofit animal sanctuary — P’Nut Freedom Farm — and Fred had been left at their doorstep. 

But then, on Oct. 30, the New York Department of Environmental Conservation (DEC) raided their home, and after a five-hour search, the two animals were confiscated. According to a statement given to WENY, a local TV station, by the DEC and the county health department, Peanut had bitten one of the investigators, and both animals had to be euthanized in order to test for rabies. 

In a more reasonable timeline, the animals’ caretakers and fans would mourn them, and perhaps it would spark internet discourse on the ethics of keeping wild animals indoors, effectively as pets. (All the other animals in their care live outside.) But like a 2024 Murphy’s law, if something ends up trending, it must become political. 

So when Longo posted about his anger with the DEC for using tax dollars to raid his nonprofit sanctuary, it got picked up by local Republican politicians blaming Gov. Kathy Hochul. Then Elon Musk, the world richest’s man, got involved, meming the squirrel to oblivion while his minions began cranking out AI sludge of former President Donald Trump and Peanut standing triumphantly, together. Trump’s campaign posted on TikTok: “Vote Trump for Peanut.” His account wrote that Peanut was “needlessly murdered by Democrat bureaucrats in New York,” adding: “We will avenge you on Tuesday at the ballot box.” 

By Sunday, the squirrel was on the cover of the New York Post. 

[martyrbat]

detective comics #490

[ID: Bruce Wayne in a cottage after Talia al Ghul saved his life (again). He has his arm in a slink and is wearing his costume as he stands in the doorway with her, looking out at the beautiful haven they share. The cottage is surrounded by rolling fields of green grass and pink flowers blossoming near the pathway. There's a small creek and a low, wooden bridge that crosses it in the foreground. Talia reminds him, “We live and we must not forget that. Walk with me! Feel the sunshine... Smell the air... Let the breeze wash over you!” Bruce tells her, “I shouldn't—”. Talia persists, “But you should! Allow yourself to forget the violence... the strife... those grim things that consume you!”

They start to walk together, Talia having her arms linked around his good one. She promises, “Tomorrow you can begin your tasks anew! Today, can you not simply let yourself be glad that you live?” He responds, “With Kathy's murderers having finally faced the consequences of their actions...” Bruce trails off before he finally allows himself to smile. He continues, “Yes, maybe now I can... at least for today.” END ID]

[eptodaytommorowforever]

Events In The History And The Life Of Elvis Presley Today The 24th Of June In 1977.

Elvis Presley Dane County Coliseum, Madison June 24th,In 1977. Sadly The Final Tours And Shows Performances And Concerts That Elvis Aaron Presley Would Perform In Is Very Short Lifetime.

The concert was the third to last performance Elvis Presley would ever give. It was held June 24, 1977 in Madison, WI, at the Dane County Coliseum:

The show starts off just after the 2001 has ended, and just before Elvis Presley enters the stage.CC Rider starts off with Elvis Presley very loud on the mic, then sliding into a routine, but not bad version. Near the end of the song it sounds like Elvis Presley says Junior Simple - a reference to the Hee Haw character. The drumming style is noticeably different. Stump is playing like a man on fire, the tempo is slightly faster than the usual Tutt version, but he's holding his own for sure.

Next, Elvis Presley gets the usual case of the 'well well's' a very slow rendition, with James almost having to pull Elvis Presley along. Elvis Presley jokes with a few of the females in the crowd ignoring James trying to drag him along. A good version of I Got A Woman next, it should be noted that Stump had some pretty cool drum rolls during the song. On to Amen, Elvis Presley is getting into it, asking the crowd to sing it with him. He says to someone, maybe Kathy 'Hold my hand' near the end of it. Elvis Presley complains about the feedback, and gives a wry chuckle before doing leg wiggles messing with the crowd. Addressing the drummer 'Keep your eye on me Stump!' then cutting him off saying 'Where are you going Stump? Watch me, son!' with a laugh. Elvis Presley's unhappy with his mic, and the feedback issues already coming into play says 'Something ain't right, help me out JD, this is dead as three shades of hell' Finishing Amen there is a huge feedback, and Elvis Presley gives up on the song. During the welcoming to the show, more feedback, an agitated Elvis Presley finally addresses Felton telling him to 'watch the feedback, surely uh, whoever's doing the...' then gets back on track with the show welcome. Someone requests "Old Shep" to which Elvis Presley laughs and says he hasn't done that song since he was 8. Finishing the welcome Elvis Presley says that he will do all of the songs they want to hear, and to 'leave the driving to Stump' then makes an off mic complaint about his belt.

On with the show. Elvis Presley goes into Love Me. And After A Good Hour Of Elvis Presley Singing A Set List Of Songs New And Some Old Classics As Well As A Great Blues Version Of "One Night" That Was The Last Time He Performed This Presley Classic Live. The Show Performance Concert Finally Comes To An End. And Elvis Presley As Proved Here Still To Is Critics He Still As What It Takes To Rock And Keep Up With The Rest Of Them All Here Still In 1977 I just Want To Finish My Brief Review Here And Say Thank You Elvis Presley For A Great Concert. Is Rare Own Unseen Till Now! Live Candid Photo's Of Elvis Presley Taken Here At This Show Venue.Of Elvis Presley Wearing Here The Aztec Mexican Sundial Jumpsuit And Matching Belt.

Brief Concert Review By A Loyal And Dedicated Fan/ Music Journalist Critic Who Was At This Awesome! Show Performance Concert. Elvis Presley Performed At The Dane County Coliseum In Madison On June The 24th In 1977.

[flavorfusionny]

From Tandoor to Wok: Flavor Fusion’s Best Chicken Dishes to Satisfy Your Cravings

If you’re in search of Indian-style chicken dishes, you’ve reached the right destination. At Flavor Fusion, you will find plenty of delicious options that remind you of those Indian dhabas and eateries. Over the last 2 decades, the place has served numerous foodies in New York who miss spices and flavors Punjabi, Bengali, and Indo-Chinese dishes.

Talking about its menu, the options are plentiful. We’ve chosen the three best chicken options that make the place so special.

Chicken Tikka Masala

This chicken tikka masala restaurant serves drool worthy pieces of chicken. This iconic dish is all about balance! The chefs perfectly spice up the chicken and add those pieces to a creamy, flavorful tomato-based sauce. Whether you’re a fan of bold spices or prefer a slightly milder flavor, this is what you should order. What sets Flavor Fusion apart is the attention to detail! Tender pieces of chicken, a sauce that’s rich but not overwhelming, and the perfect hint of smokiness from the tandoor. All these components makes it deliciously awesome. It’s a classic Indian favorite that’s been perfected for New York’s diverse food scene.

Best Butter Chicken

Which is “best butter chicken near me?” We often ask this question while searching for our favorite dish, especially when we aren’t in India. The answer is Flavor Fusion. The butter chicken from this placeis a perfect blend of tender chicken pieces and a creamy, buttery sauce. This sauce (or gravy) is lightly spiced, making it a hit for everyone. From spice lovers to those who prefer something a bit more mellow, every guest appreciates it. This rich and comforting option has just the right amount of tang from the tomatoes and a hint of sweetness that rounds out the dish beautifully.  Have it with a garlic naan or butter naan for a wholesome experience.

Best Chicken Fried Rice

It is difficult to find those who don’t like fried rice. This savory rice item is what you can consume regularly without getting bored. Flavor Fusion’s option is something many people love.

Choose it if you’re thinking which is the “best chicken fried rice near me.” The dish comes with flavorful rice and tender, marinated chicken. They’re stir-fried to perfection with veggies and the perfect combo of Indo-Chinese spices. This dish is savory, satisfying, and packs just the right amount of umami.  Explore the entire Indo-chinese option that this restaurant offers from here: https://flavorfusionny.com/. For reservations and other queries, you can also call their number: 516-998-3086. https://ubcnewsworld.podbean.com/e/top-indian-food-spot-in-floral-park-queens-introduces-fusion-kathi-cheese-roll/

[eviesessays]

32. What is one of your earliest childhood memories?

My memory is cluttered with fragments of memorable events.  I remember a storm when we lived on Queen Street.  The thunder clapped and lightning bolts seemed to be everywhere striking and melting our neighbors fence.  I clearly remember our playmates Billy, Kathy and Patrick and that might be because we went all through school together graduating with Patrick.  I clearly remember all the roads were dirt and Mr. Otto graded them in summer and rolled the snow packer over them in Winter.   I knew no other type except from pictures in the paper. I think I was about three and a half years old when we went to visit my paternal grandmother, Eva Kolody in East Selkirk, Manitoba. My Dad insists I was too young to remember but some memories die hard and I am certain I remember this story.  My grandmother was a formidable presence. She was a large woman who wore long dresses and always a babooshka.  not an attractive head scarf but a babooshka.  I have no memory of liking her but only  being quite afraid of her.  She spoke mainly in her native tongue so I seldom knew what she was saying.

My memory of that visit was not primarily of her but rather of her dog.  He was a nondescript snarly yowl who lurked everywhere.  One day Kip and I were sent to her cellar to get ourselves an apple from a bushel barrel.  As I reached for my apple that dog bit my right hand.  I had a puncture wound and it was likely only an act of God that I did not get rabies.  My grandmother died shortly after that visit but I still have my scar from that last visit.

 She and my grandfather, Stephan had immigrated to Canada in 1909.  They were recipients of a land grant in East Selkirk where they were to grow potatoes and a specific number of bushels of potatoes would go to the Canadian government until the cost of the land was paid.  I do not know how long it took to own the land outright but my grandfather died soon after.  My grandmother with a flock of daughters and only my Dad and uncle John (who was cognitively “slow”), were left to run the farm.  Various hired help came and went. My Dad went to work in the rolling mills hoping to never do farm work or wear dungarees ever again.  

When I visited my Dad near his end  he was in Sioux Lookout General Hospital, having had many strokes over the last ten years.  he was now quite debilitated and it was on this visit that I brought an old photo album from his house to identify all these people I did not know.  I remarked that he and his brothers Harry and Bill were very handsome young men.  I asked if they looked like their Mom or Dad.  with a very sheepish grin my father reminded me that they were born six or more years after my grandfather died.  At age 50. I was able to do the math.What a revelation.  Babooshka and all my granny was a tart.

Weeks after I wrote this remark I was plagued with feelings of regret.  It was a reckless, glib remark and I felt compelled to correct it.  I know my gran was not a tart.  She was an immigrant woman with very limited language ability, a potato farm to maintain and a dead husband. My Dad as still a boy and my uncle John was  no help.  John had some mental impairment.  With limited language ability and limited facilities in the farm country his mental deficits went undiagnosed and untreated.  My grandmother took in a hired hand.  My uncle Harry resulted from that liaison. After  a couple years this help left.  My aunts were old enough to help care for the baby but the farm still needed help.  Another hired hand came on board and in time my grandmother gave birth to my uncle Bill.  The hired man eventually left but the potato farm remained until the death of my uncle Bill.  His widow, Doris inherited the farm.

My grandmother died not long after our visit which makes me think her condition was the reason for our visit.  I have no other memory of my paternal grandmother.  

Probably of the same era is my memory of Fasano’s Candy Store where my Dad took us every Sunday for a sweet treat. I clearly remember Betty, who owned the candy shop.  She also played the piano for the town band who were all anchored on a flatbed truck for every parade  or occasion that required a little music.  

I remember my friend, Elsie.  Our fathers were old friends from their bachelor days.  We didn’t hear stories of that time. Elsie’s house had a second floor and I thought that was about as good as having two houses.  

These are some of my earliest memories and there are fragments of others lurking here and there.  However, the small puncture wound scar on my right hand where my grandmother Kolody’s snarly yowl bit me is a vivid reminder of my earliest memory.

[kathination01]

Famous Kathi Rolls in Noida

One of India's most well-liked street meals is the kathi roll. The word Kathi, which means thin sticks in Bengali, comes from the picturesque streets of Kolkata, where it first appeared.

The traditional ingredients for Kathi rolls include eggs, chutney, and grilled kebab or chicken. The flatbread is topped with an egg, which is then filled with fillings and chutney to make a roll.

Nowadays Everyone tries out their own variation of the Kathi roll noida because it is so well-liked on every Indian street. The Paneer roll is the most popular variation of the Kathi roll for vegetarians.

Let's use Vegetarian Anda from PlantMade to create the fantastic Kathi rolls in the PlantMade fashion. It is the simplest recipe that you may prepare and enjoy.

[jungle-angel]

Momma's Perfect Morning (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: Miles wakes you up with a little surprise on Mother's Day with the help of your little ones

Warnings: Mentions of birth, pregnancy, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia

You rolled over in yours and Miles's shared bed, your eyes slowly opening to find that his side of the bed had already been made up. It certainly wasn't like him to be up this early in the morning, but when you rolled over and looked at the bedside clock, it was only eight-thirty.

"HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!"

You were a little startled to see Miles, Benny and Jesse standing right there, the girls snuggled in their little blankie against Miles's chest. Benny held something in his hands while Jesse waddled over and climbed up on the bed.

"Happy Mommy's Day!" Benny chirped setting a glass on the table for you.

"Oh Benny, thank you," you said, taking your two little boys into your arms before kissing Miles and the girls.

"Daddy made you a drink with peachies," Benny told you proudly.

You laughed a little bit. In all the years you and Miles had been married, he had never failed at making the best peach bellinis for any special occasion.

"C'mon downstairs," Miles said. "Momma's coming over in a few minutes."

You threw aside the covers and waited with Miles and the boys on the stairs, the girls still sleeping away safely in Miles's arms. The front door creaked open and shut with Kathy hanging up her denim jacket on the hook.

"HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!!!!!"

Kathy jumped and shrieked before she turned to find all of you, laughing at the little prank as Benny and Jesse came running to her.

"Happy Mommy's Day, Mimi!" Benny said excitedly.

"Oh Benny sweetie, thank you," Kathy laughed.

"Happy Mother's Day, Momma," Miles said as he made an attempt at hugging his mother. "There's a peach bellini waiting for you in the kitchen."

"Oh sweetie, thank you so much," Kathy said, kissing her son's cheek. "And how are the girlies this morning?"

"Sleepy as ever," Miles yawned.

"You want me to take them?" she asked. "Give you and (y/n) a little break?"

"Nope," Miles insisted. "I'm gonna put them back upstairs for a little bit, but you and (y/n) are gonna sit and enjoy yourselves until Dad gets back."

"Yes, Sergeant, anything you say, Sergeant," Kathy laughed.

Miles shook his head and laughed a little before putting Alice and Essie back upstairs in their cradle and covering them with their fuzzy yellow blankie. As soon as he was back downstairs, Otis came through the door and kicked off his boots, hanging his black cowboy hat up on the hook near the door. Him and Miles spent the morning cooking you and Kathy one of the best Mother's Day breakfasts you'd ever had, the two of you enjoying your drinks and chattering away with each other and the boys.

"Love you sweetheart," Miles whispered as he handed you your plate.

"Love you too Miles," you said, eagerly returning the kiss he gave you.

[subikshafoods]

Best Paneer In Tamilnadu- Quick and Easy Snack Ideas for Any Occasion Part 1

Paneer is a popular Indian cheese and a versatile ingredient that can be used to create delicious snacks for any occasion. Whether you’re hosting a party, want a quick meal or a delicious snack, these quick and easy paneer recipes are sure to satisfy your taste buds. So, let’s explore some mouth-watering snack ideas with the Best paneer in Tamilnadu!

Paneer Kathy Rolls: A wrap of goodness

If you are looking for a snack that is filling and easy to grab on the go, Paneer Kathy Rolls are the perfect choice. Saute paneer cubes with onions, bell peppers and aromatic masala mixture. Spread the mint chutney on a roti or paratha and place the paneer puran inside. Roll it up tightly and secure it with a toothpick. These rolls are not only delicious but also make an attractive appetizer at a party.

Paneer Stuffed Roti Pakoras: A twist on the traditional Pakora

If you love the classic Indian snack, pakoras, you’ll love these paneer-stuffed roti pakoras. Stuff the crumbled paneer, masala and herb mixture between two pieces of bread. Dip the stuffed sandwiches in a besan batter and deep fry until golden and crispy. These pakoras are an irresistible combination of crispy roti and delicious paneer.

Finally, we’ve looked at two popular paneer snacks that are quick and easy to make, so you can impress your guests with these quick and easy new paneer snack ideas or enjoy a satisfying snack for yourself. From delicious paneer kathi rolls to paneer stuffed bread pakoras, there is a snack for every occasion. Try these recipes and enjoy the goodness in every bite with the Best paneer in Tamilnadu. So, get cooking today and enjoy these delicious snacks!

Find us inside Subiksha Foods at No 110 A, Bypass Road, Bethaniyapuram, Opp Babu Sharkar Marriage Mahal, Madurai — 625016, or call us at +91 80567 44906. You will be able to browse our website at https://subikshafoods.in/ for details.

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[chhedadry123]

What are the benefits of eating Indian snacks?

Written By - Chhedadryfruits

Everyone’s favorite way to get protein is by eating protein snacks. Indian snacks are usually snacks that contain protein, so they are ideal for those who are looking for a healthy snack option. Typically, protein snacks include nuts and seeds, fish and shrimp, eggs, and of course, chickpea flour. If you’re not a big fan of nuts and seeds or you’ve been told to limit them, consider the following Indian snacks as your replacement Best Snacks home delivery near me:

How to eat Indian snacks?

There are many different ways to eat Indian snacks. The key is to pile on the protein while leaving the rest of the food alone. This means you must choose your snack wisely. You don’t want to eat too much protein at one time, as this may lead to a bulky stomach. Try to eat your snacks about an hour or two before your daily workout to ensure you get the most protein from them. You can mix and match your Indian snacks to suit your taste. For example, you can try adding some cheese or nuts to a kathi roll or prawn cracker. You can also mix and match your Indian snacks to suit your diet.

Paneer Wrap/Kathi Roll

If you’re looking for a quick and easy snack, look no further. The paneer wrap or kathi roll is a nice way to enjoy the benefits of Indian snacks. It’s filled with protein and fiber, making it a great choice for a post-workout snack. While it’s not advisable to eat the entire wrap at once, you can break the roll into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Prawn crackers

A snack made from prawns, prawn crackers are another easy-to-eat Indian snack. Although they are high in calories, they contain essential minerals and vitamins that your body needs. You can add them to your salad, or eat them by themselves for a savory snack.

Idlis and Dosa

If you’re looking for a snack with a little more flavor, the idlis or dosas are the snack for you. Although they are somewhat sweet, they contain a good amount of protein and are perfect for after a workout or for when you’re stressed out. Try eating one plain or with sesamkhol chutney (a spicy chutney) to reap the full flavor.

Baked Samosa (Stuffed with Spicy Chicken)

One of the most popular Indian snacks, the baked samosa has become a guilty pleasure of sorts. Although they are filled with carbohydrates, baked samosas are a healthy alternative to potato chips. This is because they have less fat and calories than regular potato chips, making them a better option for those with a heart condition or reduced calorie intake.

Churros (Sweet, crispy snack made from churro bread)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Churros are filled with carbohydrates and calories, so consider these snacks a treat after your workout or for a mid-day snack.

Wraps with a scoop of protein (Chilli Paneer Wrap, Baked Samosa, Prawn Crackers)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the wrap into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Idli and Dosa

If you’re looking for a filling snack, try adding some dosa to your lunch or dinner. Although they are not a healthy snack on their own, dosa is a great source of carbohydrates, protein, and fiber.

Baked Samosa (Stuffed with Spicy Chicken)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the samosa into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Churros (Sweet, crispy snack made from churro bread)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the churro into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Wraps with a scoop of protein (Chilli Paneer Wrap, Baked Samosa, Prawn Crackers)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the wrap into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Idli and Dosa

If you’re looking for a filling snack, try adding some dosa to your lunch or dinner. Although they are not a healthy snack on their own, dosa is a great source of carbohydrates, protein, and fiber.

Baked Samosa (Stuffed with Spicy Chicken)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the samosa into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Churros (Sweet, crispy snack made from churro bread)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the churro into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Wraps with a scoop of protein (Chilli Paneer Wrap, Baked Samosa, Prawn Crackers)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the wrap into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Idli and Dosa

If you’re looking for a filling snack, try adding some dosa to your lunch or dinner. Although they are not a healthy snack on their own, dosa is a great source of carbohydrates, protein, and fiber.

Baked Samosa (Stuffed with Spicy Chicken)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the samosa into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Churros (Sweet, crispy snack made from churro bread)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the churro into smaller pieces and feed it to your pet after you finish your workout.

Wraps with a scoop of protein (Chilli Paneer Wrap, Baked Samosa, Prawn Crackers)

This is another easy-to-eat Indian snack that you may have seen in ads for healthier eating. Although you don’t want to eat the entire thing, you can break the wrap into smaller pieces and feed it to

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