New Fic: Stand Your Ground
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jackwabbitStand Your Ground
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rated: G
Category: Gen. Double Drabble. Family, Friendship. Max Focus.
Time Frame: Season Two, in between the gate and the dance.
Spoilers: Stranger Things, Season Two.
Summary: Max stands her ground. It pays off, in more ways than one.
Note: this one is for Alasdair, because he agreed that Max would never wear a dress, and for services rendered through the years.
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“I’m not wearing that,” said Max, her voice making it clear she wouldn’t budge on the matter.
Her mother sighed. “But it’s so nice.”
“I don’t care. I’m not wearing a dress.”
"Why not?"
Max blinked. “Because I don’t like them.”
“But it’d look so good on you,” whined her mom.
“I don’t care.”
“Maxine Mayfield, you will wear this dress to the dance!”
“No, I won’t.”
“I won’t have you going out looking like something the cat dragged in!”
“I’ll wear nice pants. It’ll be fine.”
“It’s a dance, Maxine.”
“Max. And I’m aware of that.”
“Which is why you have to wear a dress.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s expected.”
“Oh, please. Who cares?”
“I do! We’re new here! I want you to fit in!”
Max scoffed, thinking of her friends. “Too late for that.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Mother stared down daughter for a moment. Eventually, the mom blinked.
“Fine. Whatever. Wear what you want,” she said, waving dismissively.
Max grinned a as her mom left. She was finally starting to win these battles, and it felt nice.
It felt even better to wear jeans to the dance.
Especially when the dress looked far better on Eleven.
Fandom: Stranger Things
Rated: G
Category: Gen. Double Drabble. Family, Friendship. Max Focus.
Time Frame: Season Two, in between the gate and the dance.
Spoilers: Stranger Things, Season Two.
Summary: Max stands her ground. It pays off, in more ways than one.
Note: this one is for Alasdair, because he agreed that Max would never wear a dress, and for services rendered through the years.
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“I’m not wearing that,” said Max, her voice making it clear she wouldn’t budge on the matter.
Her mother sighed. “But it’s so nice.”
“I don’t care. I’m not wearing a dress.”
"Why not?"
Max blinked. “Because I don’t like them.”
“But it’d look so good on you,” whined her mom.
“I don’t care.”
“Maxine Mayfield, you will wear this dress to the dance!”
“No, I won’t.”
“I won’t have you going out looking like something the cat dragged in!”
“I’ll wear nice pants. It’ll be fine.”
“It’s a dance, Maxine.”
“Max. And I’m aware of that.”
“Which is why you have to wear a dress.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“It’s expected.”
“Oh, please. Who cares?”
“I do! We’re new here! I want you to fit in!”
Max scoffed, thinking of her friends. “Too late for that.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Mother stared down daughter for a moment. Eventually, the mom blinked.
“Fine. Whatever. Wear what you want,” she said, waving dismissively.
Max grinned a as her mom left. She was finally starting to win these battles, and it felt nice.
It felt even better to wear jeans to the dance.
Especially when the dress looked far better on Eleven.
