#the Vox is the demogorgon but because they're music nerds not D&D nerds they named it after an amp brand

[innytoes]

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ + Julie & Alex?

(I had to find a way to make this part of the JATP/Stranger Things Crossover, obvs.)

When Julie and Alex came into the studio, they didn't seem very happy. Willie sat up from where he'd been playing with Ferbinand, keeping the Furby in his lap as he watched Alex storm to the bathroom. Julie was trailing him, looking anxious and upset.

He got up, placing Ferbinand on the coffee table as he poked his head into the bathroom. Alex was taking off his pink hoodie, which was stained all over by something else pink, and threw it in the sink with a wet plop.

Willie leaned in the door frame, content to ogle his boyfriend's back and arms as he rinsed out the fabric. Hmmm. Pretty.

"I'm so sorry, Alex," Julie called from where she was out of sight. Julie didn't seem to want to ogle Alex. Or maybe that was one of those dumb boundaries things she was always going on about.

"It's not your fault Carrie is a bitch, Julie," Alex said. He was looking around, realising he hadn't brought anything into the bathroom to put on. Willie grinned. Alex' chest was pretty too. "Babe, can you get me a shirt?"

Willie wandered off to the bag Alex had stashed in the studio, to find the tightest shirt of Alex' that he could find. Julie had plopped down on the couch, looking miserable.

"That milkshake was meant for me," she said, as Willie wandered back with a shirt. Maybe it was the one that had shrunk slightly in the wash. He held it behind his back, offering his cheek. Alex smiled and pressed a kiss to it, sighing when he saw what shirt Willie gave him in return.

"Julie, you have literally shot a hell hound in the face for me, I think I can handle a milkshake" Alex said as he pulled the shirt over his head. His hair was all rumpled and floofy, it was adorable. He wandered out and plopped down on the couch next to Julie, laughing when Willie flopped down next to him and tipped over until he was curled under Alex' arm, head pillowed on his now-clean chest. Julie curled up into his other side.

"I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me," she muttered, wrapping her arms around Alex' waist and giving him a little squeeze.

"No problem," Alex said. "Hey, maybe we can sneak Willie into the next spirit rally and have him trip up Carrie during her performance."

Willie perked up. He loved spirit rallies. They were loud and colourful and made no sense. There were no ghosts or strong alcohol at spirit rallies.

"My aunt would kill me," Julie said. Which was dumb. Tía wouldn't kill Julie, she only killed monsters like the Vox. Besides, Willie would protect her. "And dad would make his disappointed face." Oh, now there was a real concern. He hated Ray's disappointed face. It made him sad. "So no."

"Awww," Ferbinand said, voicing Willie's disappointment for him. Its ears wriggled down sadly. Julie pet Willie’s head, running her hands through Willie’s ever-growing locks, and he sighed happily.

"You can sneak out tonight with us to go egg Carrie's house," she said. "Which is one hundred per cent happening as soon as Flynn finds out what Carrie did."

"Yay," Willie said, beaming, and Alex sighed one of his 'I can't believe I put up with you people (even though I'm totally going along with your plans)' sighs.