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Steve was concerned.

You were wrapped up in his arms, eyes red-rimmed due to both the weed you and Eddie had started smoking two hours ago and the tears that wouldn’t stop falling down your face. You were inconsolable.

When Steve had left you, maybe five minutes ago at most, you and Robin had been discussing karma and physics, pondering something Dustin had talked about earlier in the day the way only two stoned people could. Broken sentences whispered to each other, which left the other going, Woah in amazement.

Steve had needed to piss, he was a fair few beers deep, an argument with his parents earlier in the day loosening his usual restraint. When he had been on his way back from the bathroom, you had staggered into his arms with shuddering breaths.

All he had gotten out of you was incomprehensible apart from your constant sorry. Steves's eyes had gone wide as saucers and his chest raced in panic. His first thought was that you were about to break up with him.

He had heard footsteps down the hall and dragged you into his bedroom for some privacy. You had a tight grip on his wrist, and when you sat on the bed you pulled him down with you. Once he was down you clambered onto his lap and tightly wrapped your arms around him, your chin hooking over his shoulder as you cried into him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve consoled, dragging his hands up and down your arms. You shook your head against his shoulder sniffling and choking on your own sobs. “Honey, whatever it is I forgive you,” Steve insisted. One hand moved to your head, cradling it, pushing it further against his shoulder.

“I’m.-” You broke off for a big sniff, gripping even tighter at his back, “It’s my fault.”

Steve slumped a little in relief at finally getting some kind of explanation out of you, however vague it may be. Your head inched out of its hiding place uncertainly. Steve pressed his forehead against yours, pressing a kiss to your nose as he cupped your cheek.

He let himself breathe, you were seeking his comfort, he was helping. You loved him he reminded himself. It was probably just a bit of weed-induced anxiety.

“What do you need?” He asked. “Water?”

You shook your head before he could even finish, clutching onto him tighter not wanting him to move. “You. But…but I don’t deserve it…I…”

Steve brushed his thumb over your cheek slowly, giving you the time to pull your thoughts together. He wanted to cut you off, of course, you deserved him, how could you even think anything else? He loved you more than he thought possible and you showed him the same amount of love back every day. He had never been so happy, never felt so accepted. It was the kind of unconditional love he had always yearned for.

“Dustin” You started. Steve immediately stiffened, he was gonna kill that little shit. “He was saying that like, you can’t make new stuff like it all already exists it just has to get transferred to new stuff, like…I can’t explain it but-” You struggled, your fingers tangling with Steves's hair as you tried to put it all into words. “Like energy can’t be made or killed just transformed or something”

Steve nodded along, trying to follow but you read the confusion on his face. “ like when you throw a ball and it hits the board and then it vibrates, it moved the energy?”

Steve nodded, urging you to continue, hoping knowing more would explain why Dustin’s impromptu science class would make you cry. “So it’s like karma because you have to have the balance right? Then Robin realised, maybe it's the same with feelings, like how people love or hate ABBA?”

Your eyes began to fill with tears again and Steve was quick to wipe them away. You made no further explanation so Steve figured you must be finished. “Honey,” He cooed, kissing your forehead and nose. “I don’t think you need to worry about ABBA not having enough fans,” He says, voice sticky with affection.

You almost threw yourself backwards off of him, only he caught you before you could fall onto the floor. “Don’t you see Stevie? I love you too much”

Steve tried not to smile, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. His girl was crying in his arms about loving him too much. Warmth spread through his body at your confession and he pulled you as close to him as he could get. Your chest pressed against his, heaving with sobs. “Sweetheart…”

“I stole all of your other love away so no one else can love you,” You cried into his chest, clutching at his jumper.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he stroked the back of your head, rocking you back and forth on his lap. “I don’t want anyone else to have it,” He assured, kissing you anywhere he could get.

“But-” This time Steve did cut you off, pressing his lips against yours as you finally looked up from his shoulder.

“No buts, I only need your love, no one else’s!” Steve didn’t realise, so focused on your tears that he didn’t notice his own begin to spill. “I love you so much, I’m monopolising all your love too, no one else is gonna get to love you like I do” He promised.

Steve finally felt you slacken in his arms. You pressed soft kisses to the beauty marks under his jaw tickling him until he finally giggled. It only spurred you on as you smattered sticky smooches on his neck and cheeks until he got a grip on your face and gave you the same treatment back.

He flopped down so his back hit the mattress, bringing you with him. You were still pulled against his chest, listening to the quick beating of his heart. “I love you Stevie” You signed in contentment.

The earlier upset left your mind as you heard his heart speed up in response.

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