Request: Robbie Kay taking you for a walk on a gorgeous sunny but windy day. It be wherever you want but lots embraces. You are the best!! Title: Picnic Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader
“Robbie where are you talking me?” (Y/N) asked with a small giggle. “Just be patient, darling, we’re almost here.” Robbie chuckled. His hands were covering (Y/N)’s eyes so that way she couldn’t see where they were going. “Alright, now step here, and perfect! Open your eyes.” Robbie said softly. (Y/N) opened her eyes the moment that his hands left her face. “Oh my god, Robbie.” She choked out. They were in front of a park, which as connected to a beach. And then just a little ways out, there was a stereotypical red and white checkered picnic blanket with some wine glasses and a woven basket. To put it simply, it was beautiful. “This is amazing!” She felt tears of joy prick at her eyes. “Happy Anniversary, love,” Robbie whispered softly and wrapped his arms around (Y/N), then kissed her gently on the lips. “I was thinking we could take a walk around the park, and then go eat.” “That sounds wonderful.”
(Y/N) and Robbie spent a good amount of time walking around the park and talking about nonsense before she was finally led to the picnic blanket. The somewhat harsh wind kept blowing around her hair, so it was a bit of a struggle to keep her hair in one place as well. “Gah, why must there be wind?!” (Y/N), exclaimed and did her best to sit on the excess of her dress so it wouldn’t fly up either. Robbie couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry about the wind, darling, you look amazing even when your hair is flying all over the place.” Robbie snickered and pushed some of it back into place, and the miraculously, it stayed.
The two sat in a comfortable silence and ate and drank until the sunset began to set in. (Y/N) was sitting in front of Robbie, and his arms were wrapped around her waist, as the wind continued to blow, and the sun still set. “I love you so much, Robbie.” “I love you too, (Y/N)
Hey, guys! Sorry, I haven’t posted the past two days, we’re getting a new puppy so things are kinda hectic at the moment! But hopefully by Monday things will be back for me!
Mike was never a big fan of Valentine’s day. To be quite fair, it may have been his least favorite day of the whole year. It was just a dumb day where his sister would rush off to school to be all grossly romantic with her boyfriend and his parents would be out all night on a romantic dinner that left Nancy to babysit both of the younger kids (her form of babysitting consisted of strict homework time, vegetables for dinner, and early bedtime. What fun) and kids at school teased him with insulting fake Valentine’s cards. The upside, if any, was the cheap drugstore chocolate that went on sale the next day, which he raided with his friends as they pooled their allowances together. With Eleven around, naturally, she had a lot of questions, most of which her best friends answered with enthusiasm and great detail. When she asked the dreaded Valentine’s Day question, Mike Wheeler felt his cheeks burning up before his friends could even open their big mouths in laughter or light teasing. To get out of the question unscathed, he quickly threw together an explanation with hearty emphasis on its stupidity and cheesiness, though quite aware of El’s dissatisfied expression. She didn’t press the matter, to his surprise, and they all went on with their month, dreading the lovey-doviness at school on that stupid holiday. As the day rolled around and the four boys locked their bikes onto the rack, Eleven pulled up quickly afterward—little pink bows and heart hairbands that Hopper had affixed into her curls and a wrinkled paper bag in the basket of her bike. She fished through the bag and proudly handed each of her best friends the specially personalized cards she made (construction paper hearts practically dripping in glitter and lace with carefully penned cheesy poetry and sentiments) along with full sized candy bars. Rolling their eyes playfully at the dorkiness, Lucas, Dustin, and Will hugged and high-fived and fist-pumped her in thanks as they ran off to class. For some odd reason, though, Mike noticed her utterly puzzled expression as she looked for his…. “Hey, El, it’s really no problem if you forgot mine. I’m just..uh…happy to spend the day with you. We can go the arcade or something after school,” he said easily, not really paying attention to the eery smirk appearing on her face. Eleven quickly kissed his cheek, shoved a Valentine into his hands, and chased after the boys before she was late to science class. Mike Wheeler was certain in that moment that his entire brain function shut down, as he could barely focus on the heart-shaped card long enough to read the flowy script on the front— “Roses are red, Violets are blue, Eggos are very sweet, But not as sweet as you”