#but this is all to say there was def an unhealthy projection on house part on the role he wanted Benny to play that was likely controlling

[dykedvonte]

You wanna talk about House and Benny? Let’s talk about House and Benny. Let’s talk about how House says he saw Benny as a son figure ans a rightful successor to the strip. Let’s talk about how Benny was so charmed by House’s offer that he literally killed a man to get the position to agree to it. Let’s talk about how House was intentionally priming Benny and regrets not doing better, not for the wasted time but of Benny’s wasted potential, how it was misplaced. Let’s talk about how Benny didn’t question House’s leadership until the guy started going radio silent. Let’s talk about House and Benny:

[fallininlust]

THIS SIDE OF PARADISE

pair. nick x m!reader. genre. angst w a minor fluff undertone

word count : [ 1k ]

description : not quite lovers at all / reader with commitment issues (def not projecting, hush) / nick is in love / but is reader? / soft spoken moments / loneliness can kill / there is a silent distance between them, an unexplained one to be defined by the world / lingering touches / sad eyes / sad songs / rainy nights / and the low rumble of an engine

loneliness: noun. sadness because one has no […] company.

Two lonely people are never good together, that much isn’t discovered until after losing each other — which is the most heartbreaking part of falling in love.

Nick was lonely. He’d even go as far as to say he’d always had a lonesome soul. As a triplet, that only worsened when he realized just how much he differed from his younger brothers. He didn’t fantasize about the girls at school, the ones online, or the ones in the magazines. He didn’t like girls. Not the way his brothers did.

It had always scared him.

More than he’d like to admit.

And as he grew, that feeling increased. Especially after becoming a public figure. The world was at his fingertips, but that same world turned him into a puppet. The strings attached to him were the ones to move him in different directions, steering him away from his true sense of self.

Being in L.A. felt like a breath of fresh air.

It was where he met you.

You were everything he’d been searching for.

(To the point where the “relationship” was unhealthy and codependent and constantly on the very edge of a tightrope.)

Every day since you both got together, without fail, you showed up at his door at the same time.

It was always late at night.

Nick had a shitty sleep schedule, thus affecting yours. And late nights in L.A. were the only moments of silence — where the eyes and ears on the street closed and the only time he felt truly comfortable being out with you.

Every night when Nick would hear the low rumble of your modified car outside of his house, he’d walk out of his front door — not saying a word to his brother’s who’d grown used to his late night disappearances — and got into your passenger seat, comfortably resting as you pulled out of first gear and released the parking brake.

There was a specific parking lot the pair of you enjoyed sitting in. The stars always seemed to shine so much brighter when you were with him. The same twinkle shone in his eyes as he stared at you, listening to your slow responses to every curious question or introspective comment he had at late hours.

You were calm, sleepy almost, and he always admired how handsome you looked underneath the night’s natural light.

He had his shoes off, knees pulled up to his chest after he’d rested the seat back as far as your car allowed him to. His head was tilted ever so slightly, observing you carefully. He watched every word fall from your slightly parted lips, enjoying the rasp in your voice.

One of his hands reached out, slowly intertwining it with one of yours, feeling a slight chill — one that wasn’t from the cold. He saw your gaze fall to your intertwined hands, a curious look in your eyes that he didn’t understand entirely.

“You’re right here, yet I still miss you.” Nick murmured, squeezing your hand.

A small, half-hearted (but slightly bitter) smile tugged at your lips. “I know.”

Nick’s eyes wandered back up to your face, locked in on the hooded nature of your tired eyes — each curvature that made up your visage’s bone structure. He was admiring you so dearly, fondly. “You’re so pretty, y’know?”

Leave it to him to take an important conversation that he knew needed to happen and turn it into something of the opposite nature.

“Thank you, baby,” you whispered — your voice was carried off by the soft breeze, “you’re beautiful, too. The most handsome.”

His cheeks flushed.

“You’re too sweet to me.” He shook his head, gaze falling back down to your interlocked hands. There was something new about the hold — it was as if something had changed.

(Nothing had, really. He’d just never wanted to see it. Who would genuinely like to realize the person they were clinging to was pulling away? Or had they never been close to begin with?)

Typically, your eyes were sleepy — always hazy with your exhaustion. But that night, there was a new sense of stillness. It was something that resembled realization.

As he focused on your hands, he noticed that yours was limp while his was tight around your knuckles. His body was fully facing yours, while yours was turned forward.

On the drive back, the soft sounds of White Ferrari by Frank Ocean’s calming lull resonated in the rumbling car. He couldn’t understand why, but Nick had tears in his eyes as he watched the road ahead of him. His face (and salty, red-rimmed waterline) was only illuminated when you’d reach a stoplight. His saddened gaze only enhanced whenever you’d take a glance at him, something akin to sympathy lined within those irises.

When you finally parked in front of his house, he got out of the passenger seat slowly. He felt like his legs were numb underneath him, just barely standing on his own two feet outside of your car. His back shuddered with his own feeling of dread. His hands trembled by his sides.

“See you tomorrow, baby.”

There was a sad smile on your lips that night.

His body rattled with his own sobs, just barely dragging his body into his house.

(Nick never saw you again.)

(He couldn’t understand what had finally tipped your relationship — if he could even call it that — over the edge of the tightrope it’d been leaning off of. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized you were never really together. You never saw each other during the day, the texts you sent each other were curt and to the point, and calls were only made if one of you were running late during your nightly rendezvous.)

(The truth was, you’d both just been lonely. But when you found each other, there was a solace in being lonely together. It was comforting, but you seemed to know better than him. That warm feeling shared at night in your car was temporary — much like a relationship built on loneliness.)

icarus inquires . . . first fic on tumblr, thanks all for reading <3 feedback is very very very welcomed here. reposts and comments are appreciated !!!!

[sukunas-play-thing]

This is like

A thing asked in genuine earnest but like.

Do we actually know that Zack Foster knows what sex is. Does he know how children are made? Does he think that everyone just has dicks?? Does he think that children just kind of pop up out of nowhere? Or does he believe in the stork or some shit?

Because like. He’s been on the streets for awhile and probably hasn’t gotten a lot of proper education. The man can hardly read and write. It doesn’t seem like Gray really taught him anything either.

Does Zack have a concept of a child beyond “it’s a human, but smaller?”

I personally headcanon Zack as Aro or Aro/Ace since I’m Aro and questioning ace (and also out of spite to Zack//Ray shippers but more so self projection than spite) but like. It’d be funny as shit if he genuinely didn’t know romantic attraction was a thing that people experience. Like imagine Eddie or Danny saying some weird shit about romance and Zack just straight up thinks their lying.

Does he know what marriage is as well beyond a thing he saw on TV in passing or something he heard? Thoughts on this?

This^^^^

Nonnie. I'm happy to - and very confident to say I'm a firm believer Zack doesn't know Jack shit about sex. birds and the bees and babies especially where they come from. I see him thinking kids just pop up.

Now now he did make a comment in the anime about his oms bf screwing her so he definitely knows what sex is and I'm pretty sure he's heard about it many times on the streets and more than likely sees it in horror movies ((cuz we ALL know horror movies 9/10 times has sex in it or it's briefly shown. Then again I watch some pretty fucked butcher films and stuff like the smexy time is always present)). So I seriously don't doubt it that Zack doesn't exactly know about sex. He knows of it, hears many stories and has probably walked by a womens house while changing.

He wasn't being a creep. Just simply walked by one night looking for something to kill and happened to look inside a window. To a naked women with a man. And deadass he stared for awhile. He's never seen a women that vulnerable before. And not in a frightened way.

So chances are he def knows that not everyone has a penis (that part definitely made me giggle) But tbh I think zack has a good understanding of it but never has experienced it before and probably never will. So him being not into sex is very plausible due to his not only lack of knowledge on the subject. But also lack of interest.

But him being Aro Ace. I really love that HC so much and see that in him. Him being the type of serial killer he is he kills cuz it's fun and doesn't care for sex. So him being introduced to sex in an unhealthy way is also possible. But chances if it happening. Very slim. To probably being nonexistent.