Season Three Inspired Oneshots~

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 inspired by two things.

Pumpkingface on Insta and a convo I had with two of my IBF's

@LegosArePainful0_0  and  

When El begs Max for advice on getting the fluttery feeling in her stomach to go away.

El had been so worried for a week, being summer, her and Mike were nearly inseparable, and tonight was her and Max's sleepover.

El had felt so weird with Mike lately, she didn't understand why she felt light as air, or why her stomach tied itself into knots or as if it was fluttering. Everything used to be so normal. Her and Mike could hold hands and everything and she wouldn't feel the thing in her stomach.

She didn't realize it was because her feelings for Mike had gotten all the more stronger over time.

So as Max showed up, El turned on her radio, and Max danced around for a while with her, until El finally gathered the courage to ask Max what was going on.

She shut off the radio, wiping the blood from her nose, Max looked at her, dumbfounded.

"Max, I-I have a problem." El looked at her knees, which she was sitting on.

"What is it, El?"

"W-well, when I'm ar-around Mike, my stomach, it feels like, like something's flying around, or like I tied it up!" she said quietly, quiet enough Hopper wouldn't hear it if he happened to be in the next room, but loud enough Max heard it.

Max burst into laughter, hugging her utterly confused best friend.

"E-El, those are called, butterflies!" Max said through giggles.

It seems important to mention now, the love El had developed for butterflies over the spring and now July heat. The little winged insects loved to surround the wilderness around El's cabin. Whether they were boring and simply yellow, or sometimes she'd get lucky and one could be sapphire blue, she obsessed over them, she found them amazing, they could soar across the world on their small wings, they were so strong, yet so beautiful.

So, El really wanted to be a butterfly. As strong as she was beautiful.

She began to panic as Max said butterflies.

"Uh-uhm are the butterflies o-okay?" El asked, nearly becoming a puddle of tears.

"Oh, oh El, they aren't real butterflies, they're fake. To act like they're flying around inside cause they make you feel fluttery!"

"W-well, why do the butterflies show up?"

"Well cause you like Mike of course! You're beginning to see more and more that you like Mike and things will get even better, but you'll get more nervous because of everything."

"O-oh. well, what colour are the butterflies?" El asked like a five year old.

"Whatever colour you want them to be, El."

"W-well then mine are pink!"

"Just like your cheeks then!" Max nudged El whilst she exclaimed.

"MAAAAAAX!" El threw a pillow at Max, and they both fell into a fit of laughter.

Maybe butterflies weren't such a bad thing after all.

sup dudes

so today was v good and my friend brought me chocolate and i skipped the track and field thing i was gonna go to cause sleep is my life

anyways it's nearly the weekend and i get to see my dad tomorrow and i got good grades and stuff and yeh

aight bye

~bella