STAND BY ME

indie & semi-selectivealex benedetto of gangsta. updated to: chapter 54 semi active. multiverse. multiship. please read rules before following & interacting. please be aware of multiple triggers. written with love by a.

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i am considering......revamping this blog. 

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henlo im alive......and tired. im getting back to this blog this week!!!!

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         EDIT : since i’m up and running , here’s an updated promo too !

      if you’d be up for interactions with a semi-selective & multiverse ALEX BENEDETTO from kohske’s GANGSTA., maybe toss me a like / reblog so i can get some more stuff going with this very best, very sad gal. i’m oc and canon / crossover friendly as well !!

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NICOLAS & ALEX   — requested by anonymous

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*・ﾟ「 @rejectstime​​​」

         ❝ you didn’t see me do that, you totally didn’t. ❞ / @unrclentiing

            “ oh. okay. ” she definitely did. “ for unrelated purposes then : are you alright ?? ”

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I miss you. But I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.

Simone de Beauvoir, a letter to Nelson Algren

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*・ﾟ「 @destories​​」

there’s   something   about   their   amity   that   keeps   him   grounded   ;   from   the   way   their   conversations   hung   between   them   on   papery   threads   ,   gentle   and   undisturbed                   to   the   way   the   small   room   felt   like   it   was   as   open   as   the   universe                     inviting   to   only   the   pair   of   them   .   it   was   all   delicate   ,   as   fine   as   a   layer   of   dust   /   two   figures   treading   on   silk   and   ice   .  

he   listens   to   her   play   ,   an   ear   tuned   with   intent   ,   and   a   small   smile   tugs   at   his   lips   when   she   stumbles   ,   presses   the   wrong   key   .   his   hands   are   gentle   as   they   rise   and   fall   onto   ivory   keys   ,   a   single   finger   nudging   the   right   key   with   a   soft   touch   .   ❛   almost   ,   ❜   he   murmurs   ,   voice   a   touch   too   low   that   it   would’ve   been   difficult   to   hear   if   they   weren’t   as   close   as   they   are   now   .   ❛   it’s   the   one   next   to   it   .   this   one   .   ❜   he   presses   it   ,   lets   it   ring   out   in   their   shared   silence   before   his   hands   fall   to   his   lap   again   .   it’s   easy   as   he   meets   her   gaze   ,   features   bright   in   subdued   radiance   .   ❛   that’s   one   of   my   favorite   songs   ,   ❜   he   says   .   a   hand   touches   the   keys   again   ,   feather-light   as   he   looks   to   the   piano   .   ❛   you   played   it   really   well   .   i   wouldn’t   have   guessed   you   didn’t   play   much   .   ❜

         alex doesn’t realize that she was holding her breath until the note yuji plays comes to a close. it was one sound, just a small fraction of a whole melody, but it plays different under the direction of someone as practiced as yuji must be. a familiar feeling of awe grips her momentarily - the same semblance of whatever compelled her to intrude on his playing the first time this had unraveled. now, a flush creeps up her neck and warms her cheeks, “ it was mostly what i remember from watching you. ” she admits. much of the time, alex is immersed in her singing, far enough away in her thoughts and simply content to exist in this space they’ve constructed between them. sometimes, however, if the melodies he plays are unfamiliar or if she can’t muster much beyond a soft hum, then she’s happy to just watch him play.

        “ it’s a lovely tune, ” she agrees softly, returning her attention to the piano. with a touch more confidence than before, she plays the melody again, but now it comes together much more familiarly. it’s still not very smooth, even alex can tell as much, but there’s a swell of pride in her chest when she hits the last note - the RIGHT note this time - and, for a second, she almost looks shocked. “ i did it. ” she brims with a soft joy, blanketed by the knowledge that she’d created such a beautiful melody - even if it wasn’t quite as put together as his may have been, “ i didn’t realize it’d feel so gratifying. ” her confession is almost sheepish, embarrassed by the earlier wonder reflected on her face when she’d finished, “ is it - does it feel like that for you, when you play ?? ”

[ladyfubuki]

doodle

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           “ if -- if you’re really sure it’d be alright. ” she wants to try, very much so; he makes such beautiful melodies from this piano. they’re so soothing, so wholly warm even when they’re sad; though alex can never hope to do anything close to that, part of her wants to experience what he does when he plays. he wants to share it too -- or so she hopes she can assume from his offer. it’s a kindness that leaves her a smudge off balance, but the ghost of her smile that lingers is soft. still, she’s hesitant as she brushes a feather light touch over a few of the keys, " i haven't played much. " or at all, maybe - she doesn’t remember very well, but her recollection of the way yuji has danced with this piano since this delicate companionship started has made enough of an impact in many ways. there’s one in particular that sticks with her, short and simple it may have been compared to some of the others he’s played. with only a vague memory of his movements to propel her, alex brings her hands up to the keys and plays a few notes. for a few moments, all she focuses on is the sounds of the piano’s melody and the way her fingers glide over the keys, but not too long passes before she pauses, “ that didn’t sound quite right just now. ” far from discouraged, she’s thoughtful, albeit unsure of her mistake, and naturally her gaze falls to yuji, wordlessly seeking his thoughts.  

*・ﾟ「 @destories​​」 | plotted.

[kiminotama]

times when alex was extra cute af

please don’t use these without my permission, thank you!

[honeymoonavenue]

moon princess // hanna honeymoon

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     the fact that gang.sta isn’t boomin’ with fans is a sham. a travesty. a true crime against humanity. it got snubbed !!  

[gangsta-insanity]

Nic is me cutting up an apple

[babybird]

burned cinnamon roll, has literally been through hell and back, slightly charred 

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*・ﾟ「 @bothersomebrat​ 」| starter call.

        alex is good with kids. she had forgotten it with barry, but instinct had gripped her hard when the memories came back. she learned to carefully navigate the line between disaster and peace with ease for years so she could raise her brother. it shouldn’t be difficult to fall into that role when necessary -- but the teen she faces now isn’t a NORMAL child. alex had seen that firsthand back at bastard and that sinking feeling in her gut she’d had back then feels a little suffocating now. 

      “ you’ve healed well -- ” she realizes the boy might not recognize her, may not have registered her presence as anything necessary to their apparent mission, “ i .. was at the hospital often, with doctor theo. i still am, i suppose, but. nonetheless. ” 

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He perked up when he was being talked to, turning his head to look at the woman approaching him. The moment he spotted these deep blue eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of Deja vu. Her voice was very familiar too, and it only took him a few moments to remember.

    “Not at all, we’ve met before.” 

“You’re with the Handymen - We crossed paths a couple of times. I would’ve introduced myself, but every time we meet - there is a fight going on.” He gave her a light smirk before finally facing her.

   “Name’s Bandit.” 

       right. that’d explain it. fights with tags are difficult to miss, but even more so to follow. alex finds it’s easier to divert her attention elsewhere so losing out on any substantial interaction with him isn’t out of the realm of possibility. 

      “ ah - yes. it seems to come a little too easily with their line of work. nothing ever gets to be simple. ” even the smallest of jobs come with stipulations with the current climate, as it stands. her stint with the cat a few weeks earlier speaks to that. “ it’s contagious, i think. no one can stay out of trouble nowadays. ”

         a sheepish smile graces her features and she holds a hand out, “ sounds like a name with a story, ” there’s a curious quirk of her brow that comes with her light teasing, “ i’m alex. good to formally be introduced. here’s to hoping there’s no surprises to blanket this. ” it certainly wouldn’t be implausible for some catastrophic incident to take place at this precise moment, after all.