Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

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The wedding is perfect. She honestly didn't think they could pull it off (-"no, Jonathan, orange and green would not be a good color scheme"-) but here she is, watching Steve tie his tie in the mirror, absolutely on the verge of tears.

"How do I look?" Steve asks, turning to face her. His hair is done up all stupid and perfect, like how he used to do it in high school. Robin rolls her eyes to try and hide the tears that are bubbling at the corners of her eyes.

"Like a dingus," she laughs. "But... really handsome. You look great."

Steve's eyes light up and he breaks into a big, cheesy grin. "Wow, I must really be doing something right if you called me handsome," he teases.

She shakes her head and pokes her finger into the center of his forehead. "Don't make me mess up your hair," she threatens. "I'm only being nice to you and Jonathan for one day. And I can't even promise that I'll be nice to Jonathan." She bites the inside of her cheek to try and keep herself together. Her best friend is getting married, and she's never seen him happier. "Let's go and get 'em, tiger," she says, holding out her arm. He links his arm with hers and they lock their hands together.

She's opted to hold the bouquet, because if she doesn't, there isn't going to be a bouquet. Steve's made it abundantly clear that he thinks his and Jonathan's corsages are more than enough flowers, but Robin insisted on carrying a bouquet of daisies and violets to match the ones pinned to the guys' tuxedos.

"You've got this," she says to him before the doors open. His hand is getting sweaty - or maybe it's hers, she can't really tell at this point. "Deep breaths."

"I think you're more nervous about this than I am," he whispers. "I'm completely calm." He beams a smile at her and straightens his posture. "I've never felt more sure of anything in my life."

The music starts, and the wedding party starts down the aisle first. Robin thanks her lucky stars that Steve decided on a white and purple color palette (but maybe that's just because Nancy looks really good in purple). Robin tears up a little already at seeing Nancy and Dustin go down the aisle arm-in-arm, then Mike and Holly, then Lucas and Max, then Will and El. At the end of the aisle stands Jonathan, and in Robin's mind, he actually looks good for once.

The music changes, and Robin feels her heart drop through her stomach. "This is it," she whispers to Steve. She squeezes his hand and he squeezes it right back. Slowly, they walk down the aisle together, passing by familiar faces. Joyce and Hopper are sitting at the front, and the Wheelers are sitting across the aisle from them, in lieu of where Steve's parents would have been. They didn't get an invitation; Robin remembers that conversation far too well. No matter. They don't deserve to see Steve this happy anyways.

Finally, they reach Jonathan and the officiate. Robin takes a deep breath and has to force herself to let go of Steve's hand. "Do not fuck this up," she whispers to Jonathan. He only gives her a stupid smirk in return and nods silently.

She wipes the sweat from her hand off on her dress and walks over to stand behind El, the bouquet in her hands trembling. She never thought she could like Jonathan Byers in the slightest, especially not after the countless arguments they'd get into in her eleventh grade English class, but here she is, watching him marry her best friend in the entire world. Because he's the one who makes Steve happier than anything. She doesn't even realize she's crying until Nancy looks back at her and touches the corner of her eye. She quickly raises her hand to dab away her tears, internally scolding herself for losing it this early into the ceremony.