Season Three Inspired Oneshots~

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QUICK NOTICE BEFORE THE ONESHOT!!!

All oneshots remaining in this book are set between November and December of 1985 (since we skip to October in the final scene) and 1986. If they're set in 1987 and beyond they're going in my other oneshot book.

You may find it on my profile "Our Hill Of Stars - Mileven Oneshots" and thank you for understanding!

Also, I would like to hear your opinion on this season? Most importantly. Hopper, and mileven (specifically the injustice the Duffer's served to El).

Without further ado, I give you my oneshot!

Moving in with the Byers was supposed to be easy. El knew them. They weren't strangers, Joyce had always treated her like her own kid. She always felt safe with Joyce.

But Joyce had to feed three kids rather than two now, and that meant El had to start public school with Will and Jonathan.

However she wasn't in Jonathan's grade or Will's. She was in the tenth, Will was in the ninth and Jonathan in the eleventh. She had no idea for the longest time that she was older than all her friends, but it was annoying.

She entered her first period English class on the first Monday she started at the school she considered herself to have a good understanding of the english language.

She tried her best to look through the dictionary for interesting words for writing, knowing she'd have to write at some point in school.

Mrs. Tillet called her to the front of the room when she got inside and situated.

"So, miss Jane," El flinched at the name but didn't dare correct the woman. "Since you're new here, I'd like you to write about where you're from. An essay. Not all in one class, I'm giving you until tomorrow's class to finish it."

El tried not to let her eyes pop out of their sockets, a whole essay? That was absurd. El could barely hold a pen without shaking so much her writing was barely legible.

...

As soon as El got home she went straight to her room, Will and Jonathan coming through the door to their home just after her.

Her room wasn't like what she had at the cabin, it was nice obviously, she liked it; but it didn't have the same happy and bright feeling her old room did.

This room was covered in a periwinkle striped wallpaper, and the only thing that made her ever register it as her own was her decor.

She could remember the last time she went back to the cabin before they left. The party as a whole went with a ton of carboard boxes to retrieve as much of her stuff as they could. Her walkie, her photos of Mike, everything.

She'd unpacked everything right when they moved in, hoping for a sense of relief in feeling like she was at home.

She didn't feel that. Because there was no Mike, no Max, no Dustin or Lucas. She had Will, Jonathan, and Joyce. As much as she enjoyed their company she couldn't help but feel lonely.

She pulled out a notebook and a pen, thinking about what to put down.

Hawkins. What could she write about Hawkins? Quite a lot.

She pulled a half written letter off of her nightstand. It was for Mike, they'd been writing back and forth as much as possible (even if she'd been gone for a week) and it made time go faster.

Time until Thanksgiving.

She opened the letter, she folded it to stop herself from crumpling it up in anger. She felt so stupid every time she wrote to Mike because she knew how awful she was at writing.

Nonetheless she read through it, laughing at how cheesy she was being with him. It made her smile. Thinking about his dorky smile, thinking about how much he rambled when it came to talking about love.

With a bit more inspiration on what to write about Hawkins she got to work.

...

Mrs. Tillet took her essay early that morning, and was extremely proud of what she read.

Hawkins, Indiana.

Hawkins. A town infamous for misfortune. Where mysterious deaths occur. Where malls catch fire unexpectedly.

I grew up in Hawkins. My whole life spent there. Defeating Demogorgons and the Mind Flayer with my friends.

Hawkins isn't anywhere near as bad as it's chalked up to be. It's open, you can be free there. It isn't satanic like the big news stations and stupid TV channels like to say. No, it's not like that at all. Not one bit of Hawkins screams death and destruction at you.

Sure, I lived my whole life there and yeah, it seems extremely cursed; but even though I dealt with misfortune I'm still standing and so are all of my friends.

A town where you can grow up freely. Where you can bike down every single street rain or shine, where you can battle monsters. Where one could even fall in love.

I know, love is such a controversial thing to talk about. Especially as a 15 year old. I'm naive and dumb and don't know a thing about love, right? No. You'd be surprised. I think I know more than my dad did. More than any of my other friends.

Because in Hawkins you don't fall in love by meeting at a cheesy school dance or just in a class. Especially when you're me. You meet your best friends in a meeting nobody expected. And sure, you ignore the way your heart beats and the way you react when you have your first kiss. Just because Hawkins and the world around you is scary and you don't know what to expect.

But soon enough you're exploring Hawkins with your friends, going to cheesy school dances, and falling in love. Admitting those feelings in the worst of times.

From external sources all I hear about Hawkins is that it's bad luck. That Hawkins is cursed and anybody living there is bound to be cursed too. But that's bogus. Hawkins is amazing. Sounds bias, sure. But I had to deal with so much there. I still love that place.

At the end of the day, the location doesn't matter. It matters who you're with. Being able to feel safe just in a certain persons arms. Being able to laugh at the anger on your dad's face when he gets upset at the dumbest of things.

So, in conclusion. Hawkins, Indiana is the home to my friends and my life. The tabloids and all the other news articles only know the bad; and if they know any good they decide to ignore the good. They only focus on the hurt, the hurt put on certain people in that town.

My dad taught me to remember that hurt. Remember it but don't let it control you. But by remembering it, that means you're out of your cave. Whatever cave you put yourself in by ignoring feelings and ignoring all the good. Sure, you should remember the bad, the hurt, but when all you do is focus on that, you miss the most important part.

So my message is, remember the misfortune that Hawkins experienced, but focus on the people and the fun had in that town. 

Holy mother of god.

Stranger Things 3 was a wild ride of emotions. Some points of it had me dying of laughter and others had me full on sobbing. The final episode makes me cry more and more each time I watch it.

However, I love this season so much. It's funny but dark, romantic but still rooted in the sci-fi drama Stranger Things is made of.

People always say ST is just a way for Netflix to make money off of kids making out. That's bullshit (to quote Nancy Wheeler). That isn't what it is at all.

it has some of that like literally every tv show ever but it still remains rooted in the drama ST has presented itself with from the very beginning.

Also may we talk about 'The first I love you' please?! When Mike said it I nearly passed out. I started to cry and everything. And when El said it back I lost it. 

ANYWAYS I WANT TO KNOW YOUR OPINION! How was the season for you?

Hope you enjoyed!

~Bella