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@phantombeats
ALEX IS NOW LOCATED @songeurame
independent & mutually exclusive alex mercer from netflix’s julie and the phantoms. loved by lauren. est. 11/14/21
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alex has been moved to @songeurame
i will be transferring some drafts over there and that is where you will be able to find him from here on out. <3
not me almost crying at work when this band is back comes on my spotify--
so i hear people are trying to make alex & willie not homosexual. i will fite anyone who does that, don't test me.
luke.
luke laughs a little. not really at alex, but maybe more at the predictability. after the laugh, though, it’s followed by a small frown. he lets his notebook sit down on his lap so he can really get a good look at alex. “well, that’s the plan, isn’t it? i mean… y’don’t wanna just be here in this garage forever, right? we’re working our way up. in a few more years, we’ll be in our own mansion.”
the laugh only caused alex to hold tighter to the pillow in his arms from his spot on the couch. sure, the drummer was excited. why wouldn’t he be excited? this was something they had been dreaming of since they were kids. but now it was staring them in the face and the blond couldn’t help but second guess himself. “i dunno, it’s kinda like our home, y’know?” even if alex hadn’t officially run away, he still spent most of his time in their makeshift studio. “god, a mansion? that’s uh-- that’s a big change, luke.”
“after tonight, everything changes.” / @phantombeats gets a short starter.
“-- what if i don’t want things to change?”
Luke & Alex + the exes vibes (that end up being healthy as they progress)
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willie.
there was hope filling him up with each step, and he knew he shouldn’t - but, this time it was okay because there he was. alex was alive, or as well as alive as you can get as a ghost. quick, as quick as he could get to him, willie moved towards him, and hugged him - tightly. “you…. you’re still here?” willie manages to get out, only pulling away slightly to look at alex’s face, “how?” he’s doing his best to not let his mind wonder to this being a trick of caleb’s. because if it was, it would be way too cruel.
there was no letting go of willie, not this time and perhaps never again. hopefully never again. the other ghost filled him with so much joy and when he believed that he would never see him again, alex fell into a slump that was rather difficult to pull himself out of. eternity was a long time and the drummer did not want to spend it without willie beside him. he had the band, sure, but they weren’t him. there were tears in his eyes when he looked the other in the face, joyful tears but tears nonetheless. “i could ask the same thing--” he breathed out. “it’s uh-- it’s a wild story, dude. i still don’t really understand it.”
reggie.
“oh come on alex,” reggie says with light hearted laugh at his friends dismissal, “you are more then okay. you are awesome, and you know it. i know it and so does luke.”
“i dunno, man...” there was another more dramatic shrug of his shoulders. “i’m kinda mean to you guys.” his nose scrunched up at the admission. “like, that’s not very awesome of me.”
reggie.
reggie gave a soft nod of his head, “sorry.” it’s repeated because he always feels the need to apologise when he feels like he’s made some form of mistake. “are you sure?” reggie questions, “i… i can go if you really don’t want me here.”
alex knew he might have been a little harsh in his reaction to reggie’s appearance and the repeated apology only further confirmed that fact. “no, stay, it’s okay,” he sighed out. the drummer took in a deep breath. “it might be better if you are. i’m uh-- i’m scared of what i’ll find. i mean, we went to your place and it was gone. what if my parents are, too?”
aroha.
“that is true, there is no real way for me to prove it,” aroha admits with a nod of her head. she knows how to admit when she’s defeated. “i’ve lied in my life, never claimed i didn’t. but, i’ve also been called a liar when i’ve spoken the truth. when that happens, you tend to watch people. pick up the signs. my step brother lied and i learnt his tricks.” same with her mother and step father. people she wishes weren’t the way they were.
“dude, no offense, but that sounded so depressing.” a hand ran through his hair as he shook his head. did he sound that depressing when he talked about himself? he knew the whole ghost thing could be a little less than exuberant, but the way she talked just made him feel all doom and gloom. “also, gross, step brother? must’ve sucked. evil stepmother, too?”
cont. / @phantombeats
Soft ‘oof’ was muffled by the pillow hitting his face. “I was complimenting you!” Ryder protested as he grabbed the pillow. “And I am lovely.”
“a backhanded compliment is not a compliment!” he protested. another pillow was smashed against ryder’s body. “lovely is not a word i would use to describe you.”
luke.
luke knows that alex isn’t wrong, that he’s got his friends forever. especially as they had all died together, almost like they were all bound together in both life and the afterlife. and luke supposes that they’re grateful for that - not having to spend al this time alone, they’re not sure if they could do that. “forever to figure things out,” luke comments, a small on of his head, seeing alex’s hands, luke gladly grabs hold and let’s alex lift them up. “fine, no more moping. i promise.”
if they couldn’t be trusted to pull each other out of these slumps for the rest of their afterlives, then what could they be trusted to do? alex gently swung their arms as luke stood. a quiet laugh broke open his lips. “that’s the spirit!” the pun was not intended, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcomed. there was a slight bounce of his heels. “i think this calls for a trip to the beach, yeah? or we could sneak into a movie. oh! i once anxiety poofed to some place in greece and it was dope. road trips have never been easier, dude.”
julie.
she almost trips over a chair. what? how — how does he — at least the guttural, demented monster sound that bursts out of her is authentic ; julie almost strangles herself trying not to laugh.
she has to pause for a few seconds, groaning and shuddering terribly, before she’s able to regain her composure. when she looks up again, there are genuine tears in her eyes. ❝ you have a point, ❞ she intones, and still advances, unceasing, on alex. ❝ but not good enough. i’m going to eat your soul for breakfast… and you’ll taste like… ❞ here’s a question she never though she’d have to consider. ❝ strawberry yogurt. but not the tasty kind. greek yogurt. ❞
with every step julie took toward him, the drummer took two steps back of his own. hands instinctively went to grab one of the dining room chairs to use as protection against the seemingly possessed singer. if any of her family were to walk into this, they would surely have quite the scene to process.
jaw dropped at the insult to his soul. low blow, julie, low blow. sure, she could eat his soul, he’d understand-- demonic cravings and all. but she could at least enjoy it! and strawberry greek yogurt was not that bad. a high-pitched scoff rised out of his mouth. “well that’s just rude!” he protested. “my soul would be delicious,” he asserted defiantly. suddenly, he no longer cared that his friend might be possessed. he was more interested in defending the deliciousness of his soul. priorities.
willie & alex try to plan future dates but it goes like this
