Its Hard For Me To Put Into Words How Much Mob Psycho 100 Has Influenced My Life For The Better :) Im

it’s hard for me to put into words how much mob psycho 100 has influenced my life for the better :’) I’m really glad it exists.

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I may have realized this crazy late, but Steve's dream of having 6 kids and traveling during the summer in an motorhome is a stark contrast to how he lived his childhood, which is probably the reason he has this dream in the first place.

Steve is likely an only child, which would make him probably feel lonely, as he never had anyone to play with or even talk to, especially during his childhood. He had Tommy and Carol, sure, but they couldn't stay at his house all of the time. They couldn't play games or talk until past their bedtimes, they couldn't be there when he was having a rough time at home, they often couldn't walk with him to school.

Steve would always be jealous of people with siblings, because, even though he was always told that it sucked to have a brother or sister, he could see how much they all cared for each other, how they were always there. He could see how they would keep an eye out for one another, always bickering fondly, all bark no bite. How they were always around, a lingering presence that would be annoying but oddly comforting. Mike and Nancy still took care of each other, even though they tried to show that they hated each other (Steve could still see that they were close, though), and Jonathan would never hurt Will. He was always there, always grounding Will when life became too much. They were all as close as can be. Bonded by blood and family.

Steve wanted that, and, as much as Dustin was like a younger brother to him, he couldn't help but feel like he was still missing something, missing the connection to someone else that Will and Jonathan had, or even Mike or Nancy. A connection only those connected by blood had.

He promised himself that, if he had a kid, he would have another, because he never wanted his child to feel lonely. To miss that sibling playfulness and affection that Steve never experienced himself. To be lonely, to lack a presence that many others had. To never have someone who knew them more than even parents did.

His summers were filled with parties full of people but empty of meaning. He was always stuck in Hawkins, chained to his house and his pool , while his parents went everywhere. Paris. Italy. Greece. Egypt. New York. Canada. Everywhere. But he never went with them, he never went anywhere. He got used to seeing the same trees, the same roads, the same buildings, and his heart yearned for something more. There was a whole world out there that he wanted to see, one that he desperately reached for, a world that refused to let him in. He got used to the sick feeling in the stomach knowing that he would see the same sights every year, that he would be stuck. He never wanted anyone else to feel this way, especially his children.

Steve figured that summer trips in a motorhome would be perfect. As much as it would be a lot of driving, he and his family could go anywhere they wanted to, stop at ever sight and take photos by as much nature and life as they wanted. They could play silly games in the car, laugh over stories, and bicker like families do. Long gone would be the parties filled with fake smiles, a fake happiness that would fade by morning. Everything would change, there would be genuine happiness, and no one would feel alone or trapped.

This was Steve Harrington's dream. He wanted a life for his kids that he never had himself, a life that he yearned for, a life full of relationships and experiences and love. A life that his kids would be thankful for, and one that he would be thankful for, too.

It happens after a visit at the Mayfield trailer. Eddie comes up with a wonderful plan to prank Steve: He’ll announce that he’s going back to his trailer but actually sneak and hide in the back seat of Steve’s BMW - he had stolen the keys earlier and secretly unlocked it.

So, when he sees Steve starting to wrap things up so the kids can spend time together, Eddie makes the announcement that he’s leaving, and gives Max a squeeze on the shoulder on the way out. He’s giddy with excitement as he climbs into the backseat and hunches down. He holds his breath after he hears Steve yell at everyone to take care from the front of the trailer.

The car door opens and closes, and Eddie waits a moment before he jumps out, letting Steve really settle into the comfort of his car. Instead, Steve mumbles under his breath, “Okay, Harrington, hold it together. Kids are watching.”

Eddie hears him start the car and feels him reversing back then taking off quickly. There’s a click and then a cassette starts playing which Steve starts singing along to. It would be endearing if his voice wasn’t so tight, sounding like he’s struggling to hold back tears.

Eddie doesn’t know what to do as he hears the first song end. Steve says to himself, “Use her as the fucking bait… and you just let it happen!” There’s a loud noise that Eddie thinks is the smack of a hand on the steering wheel.

He curls further into himself as the next song plays. It’s one of those playlist that he knows he would make fun of Steve for if he wasn’t practically choking out the lyrics. After a loud sob, there’s a deep breath and then a stern, “Steve Harrington doesn’t fucking cry. Steve Harrington doesn’t fucking-” it’s broken off with another sob.

Then the car is suddenly coming to a stop, and the car is filled with whatever pop song Steve has playing and the sounds of Steve Harrington gasping for breath as he lectures himself about not crying. It’s fucking devastating, but Eddie knows Steve would never forgive him if he revealed himself now.

“She might never fucking walk again you fucking idiot,” Steve says then there’s another loud smack. “You were supposed to take care of them,” Steve says voice cracking awfully. Eddie hand flies up to his mouth as he chokes back a sob. He doesn’t know when he started crying.

“I need air,” Steve announces suddenly with a gasp and then the car door is opening and slamming shut. Eddie takes a moment to debate his choices. He can attempt to hurry away although he didn’t pay any attention to where Steve was driving. Or he can keep hiding in the car and risk Steve finding him during the rest of his breakdown.

Eddie tries the door handle and slowly climbs out the back. He turns to find Steve standing off the side of some back road, hands on his hips, and face staring up at the sky. One hand rises up to pinch at his nose as tears fall down his red face. He looks like he’s trying as hard as he can to not let this take over him, and Eddie can hear him still lecturing himself.

Eddie can’t stand the sight. And he can’t leave. Maybe Steve will hate him forever for intruding, but Eddie can’t let him go through this alone. He lets the back door of the car shut firmly. Steve whips his head to the side, eyes wide in shock but red rimmed and filled with tears.

He reaches up and angrily wipes away the tears. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Steve asks. Eddie just slowly approaches him as if he were a wild animal. “Were you fucking hiding in my car?!” Steve yells.

Eddie’s just glad that his anger is directed at someone other than himself. “Fucking answer me, Munson!” Steve yells again, tears still streaming down his face which he wipes at again. Eddie doesn’t answer but slowly gets closer.

“Get the fuck away from me freak.” Eddie lets the insult roll off him as best as he can as he finally gets into Steve’s space. “Go away,” Steve whispers desperately. His words betray him as Steve doesn’t attempt to move back.

Eddie lifts his arms up and pulls Steve into a hug. He tenses up immediately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Eddie says, and Steve finally gives in. He sobs into his neck, nearly close to hyperventilating as Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you,” Eddie repeats again and again as Steve loudly sobs.

“It-it’s my fault,” Steve says finally catching his breath, voice all twisted up in agony that makes Eddie choke out a sob.

“It’s not your fault, Steve,” Eddie says, trying to hold back his own tears.

“I could’ve stopped it. I should’ve stopped it,” Steve says weakly pounding his fist on Eddie’s chest.

Eddie’s hands comes up to intertwine his fingers in Steve’s, making him release the fist. “We all could’ve stopped it. We’re all at fault here. The weight of the world and the fate of these kids doesn’t need to fall on you. You can’t always save everyone, but you did.” Eddie feels Steve’s grip tighten on him as he continues, “She could’ve died, but she didn’t. She might be in that wheelchair for a long time, but she’s alive. Hell, she’s even back more of an attitude when I didn’t think it was possible.” Steve lightly laughs at the remark which makes Eddie’s hold on him tighten even further.

A few moments later, Steve’s breath begins to even out enough that Eddie decides he can loosen his grip on him. He takes the moment to pull Steve slightly away so he can cup his face in his hands. His eyes are swollen and there are still tears streaming down his red face. His bottom lip is quivering no matter how hard he’s trying to press his lips together. And there’s definitely snot and tears getting mixed under his nose. It’s an ugly cry, but Eddie thinks Steve looks beautiful.

“You saved me, too,” Eddie reminds Steve. “You saved us all.”

Steve’s watery eyes search Eddie’s before he’s slowly nodding, finally accepting that maybe he isn’t entirely at fault for everything that’s happened, and maybe he even caused some good.

Eddie kisses him on the forehead and pulls him back into a hug. “You can cry, too, you know. As much as you need to because I’ve got you. I’ll be here forever if you need me to be,” Eddie says softly.

“Promise?” Steve says quietly.

“Promise,” Eddie says, tugging Steve closer on the side of the road, feeling the dampness on his shirt grow as Steve finally lets go.

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