#why doesn’t he try and frie the robins

[cherrysnax]

autisming but my biggest pet peeve abt Batman is when someone who only ever consumed fanon is like “why doesn’t Bruce do *insert thing that he’s done since nearly his conception*

[rainbow-robin]

nancy wheeler - ronance

prompt number: seventeen - “there is just something about them/her/him.”

fandom: stranger things (robin buckley x nancy wheeler)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: none whatsoever.

word count: 1.4k

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the doorbell rang, audible from almost every corner of the harrington house. it was sunday, and steve had asked his parents if he could have a friend over when robin called him on the phone a half hour ago. they'd seemed okay with it at the time, but once they'd answered the door to a smiling robin buckley, they were absolutely outraged.

"you never told us this 'friend' of yours was a girl!" his mother yelled. robin had been greeted politely and invited into the house. she lingered in the living room, now, while steve's parents scolded him.

"mom, she's not- it's not- it's not like that! we're friends! nothing more, nothing less!" he assured her. "i mean, if we were actually together i would've just snuck her in through the wind-" mrs. harrington raised her eyebrow, causing her son to quiet down.

"you can have her over here, but your father will be checking up on you every thirty minutes, so don't get any ideas! isn't that right, honey?"

"huh? yes," mr. harrington looked up, giving his son a stern look after realizing what was going on. steve rolled his eyes, looking away.

"we're not going to be doing anything!" he insisted.

"i know you won't, because your dad will be telling me when he checks in,"

"whatever," steve said, walking around his parents and back out into the living room. robin looked from him to his mother, who was now smiling pleasantly. "let's go," steve said, motioning for her to follow him as he jumped up the stairs.

robin sat on the floor as steve closed his bedroom door. he sat down next to her. "what did you want to talk about?" he asked her.

robin took a deep breath, before calmly reciting the following sentence: "i think i have a crush on nancy wheeler,"

"what did i tell you!" steve jumped to his feet immediately, a huge grin spreading on his face. "not a priss, right?"

"not at all," robin stared longingly into steve's wall, the corners of her lips curving ever-so-slightly into the subtlest smile. "she's just so... badass,"

"i know!" steve said excitedly, the smile on his face continuing to grow. "that's what i've been trying to tell you!"

"well, you're not exactly the brightest," robin said, focusing back on her friend. "it wouldn't have been smart of me to trust your judgment. especially on girls,"

"what's that supposed to mean?" steve's smile dissipated, and was replaced with a feigned look of hurt. "i'm steve 'the hair' harrington! king steve! i know everything there is to know about girls!"

"is that farrah fawcett?" robin giggled, pointing to a bottle of hairspray that was left carelessly on the top of steve's dresser. the boy hurriedly grabbed it, fumbling to get it into a drawer as quickly as possible.

"no. no!" he said, nervously laughing at the absurdity of such a question. his hand flew up to his head, and he ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back on his dresser in what he thought to be a casual manner. "why would i, a m-" steve looked behind him to make sure there were no more discarded hairspray bottles littering his room- "a man have a spray bottle of farrah fawcett?"

robin was rolling on the floor now, laughing like crazy. she hadn't heard a single word of what steve had just said. "you use farrah fawcett! king steve's swoop isn't natural!"

"shhh, shut up!" the boy said, throwing a glance at his door. he lowered his voice, moving closer to her as he joined her on the floor again. "fine. i use farrah fawcett. but tell anyone, and you're dead,"

robin was trying to answer, but kept stopping to laugh. "steve- steve 'the hair' - harrington-" she was wheezing, entirely unable to finish her sentence.

"i liked it better when we were talking about nancy," steve remarked, his expression entirely blank.

robin wiped under her eye, finally containing herself. "okay, fine," she said with one last chuckle. "she's so pretty,"

steve perked up at this, nodding his head eagerly. "super pretty. my favorite thing about her is that she's not afraid to fight back," he smiled fondly, remembering the days when they were together. "what's your favorite thing?"

robin looked deep in thought. "i don't know... there is just something about her." the girl grinned down at her lap. "she's amazing,"

"i know, i know," steve said proudly. "you've gotta start listening to me more often, buckley."

robin gave him a look, causing both of them to laugh. "surrre. the thing is though, i've only talked to her for ten seconds. i'm pretty sure she doesn't even remember my name," steve nodded, listening. "remember when she cocked that gun? god, that was so hot,"

steve agreed, staring at his shoes. "you know the only thing i don't get?" robin said, looking up at steve with a small smile. "why would someone as totally awesome as nancy wheeler ever date a dingus like you?"

"i don't know," steve said, almost sadly, looking down into his lap. the smile fell from robin's face as she realized she'd poked a soft spot in him.

"hey," she reached for his hand, taking it in hers. steve looked up at her. "i'm sure you were a great boyfriend." she smiled at her friend, watching the frown disappear from his face. "even if you are a dingus,"

"yeah, i am pretty great," steve reasoned, grinning once again. "nancy deserves someone better though. and that would've been jonathan, but now that he's gone-" steve stopped talking, a look of utter shock and excitement dominating his face.

"what?" robin asked worriedly, she let go of his hand, giving him a light slap on the cheek. he remained grinning like an absolute maniac. "steve? steve, are you okay?"

"we need to find a way to get the two of you together," he concluded, positively beaming as he stood. "yes! you're perfect for her! and since jonathan left, i'll bet she has a bunch of free time, and will be looking for new frie-"

"steve," robin said seriously, taking him by the shoulders. she was standing now too, staring directly into his eyes. "that's insane,"

steve made a face. "no it isn't? did you not hear anything i just said?"

robin laughed. "i couldn't have picked a bigger dumbass to be my best friend if i tried," she thought to herself.

"i heard everything you just said, harrington. that's what makes it crazy!" steve threw her a puzzled look, and she sighed in exasperation. "no way am i dating nancy wheeler! she doesn't even know my last name!"

"alright!" steve shrugged, wiggling out of robin's grip. "so there's a couple of obstacles in the road! we can work through them! the robin i know would never give up that easily!"

"well the robin you know is looking at you right now, and telling you- it's not happening," the girl looked dead serious as she plopped down onto his bed. "ever,"

"uhhh... yeah it is," steve said defiantly. "i bet nancy has a crush on you too!" he moved to sit next to robin.

"yeah," she scoffed. "because the girl whose boyfriend just moved away, she's totally into girls!"

"bisexual people exist, robin," steve said, tutting his tongue. "that's very exclusionist of you,"

robin perked up at this. "you think she might be?" the girl asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. her eyes were wide, and full of hope.

"definitely," steve said. "i bet she's writing in her diary right now, how much she loves you! how she just wants to kiss you, and hold your hand, and-"

as steve was talking, his bedroom door opened. his father peeked in suspiciously, eyeing the two kids. they couldn’t have been placed farther apart, steve standing in one corner of the room, and robin about six or seven feet away, seated on the edge of the boy’s bed.

the two of them made eye contact with each other before bursting into a fit of giggles, much to the confusion of mr. harrington.

"don't... don't get into any trouble kids," steve's dad warned as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "i'm... coming back soon,"

the man walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving two kids cry-laughing on the floor.

when the both of them had finally settled down, robin slid off of the bed, reclaiming her seat on the floor. "so, harrington..." she fiddled with the aglet at the end of her shoelace.

steve smirked. he was pretty sure he had an idea of what robin was going to say next. "yessss?" he taunted, looking at her expectantly.

robin sighed, finally looking up at him. "tell me about this plan for nancy and i,"