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(If you don't like angst maybe scroll away this is gonna hurt)
Another exhausting day. Another day pretending it never happened.
He sighs and rubs his face viciously, his wire framed glasses moving to his forehead. Steve takes them off and sets them down, feeling suddenly tired of staring at a screen. He slowly blinks to try and form some sort of vision. Without his glasses or contacts it's not much help, all he can see is the blurry shapes and colors of his office.
His leg has been extra persistent in making his life hell (again) today. And his headache is worsening by the minute. He leans back in his chair and starts to spin around, looking up. The lights look and feel like nothing but white and a burning sensation in his retinas. He stops spinning. Steve feels his headache comeback full force since this morning as a way to say how stupid he is for staring at lights.
He takes a moment once he's sure he's facing the office door again. His hands are holding onto his desk for dear life while he waits for the throbbing to tone down. He takes a few breaths and puts his glasses back on. Steve just stares at his door waiting for his vision to fully come back. Once it does he listens for sounds of anything, just in case.
When he hears nothing he sighs again and checks his watch.
11:43 p.m.
Another late night at the school. Steve feels like his brain is about to explode with how much more work he still has. He hates re-emailing people. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job, loves the kids and gets along with the teachers. Except for Eddie of course. But who can blame him. He doesn't remember.
That breaks it for Steve. Tears start trailing down his cheeks and he feels his face getting hot.
He doesn't remember... none of them do...
He holds his head in his hands as he full on sobs into them. Feeling everything he's been wanting- needing to forget coming back full force. The pain, the horror, the trauma that they promised they'd never had to remember again. It started two months ago, when he woke up from a nightmare of a demogorgon chasing him. That's when he remembered.
All of it.
The demodogs (he still can't believe he's calling them that now), the tunnels, the Russians, the forth of July, Billy dying, Vecna, the four chimes, the bats, Nancy, Robin, Eddie... how he fell in love with all of them. How his love for Eddie was the only thing that kept him going. He didn't know it then but now that he's accepted himself, he realizes that he was in love with Eddie Munson. He loved him so much he went back even when Dustin himself said it was ok. That he was dead. Steve chose not to believe it. And he was right because he saved him. Because he's alive. Right now. Eddie is alive.
Because of Steve. Because he chose to go back.
But he also chose to forget.
To forget everything. The good and the bad. Mostly the bad. They all knew what they were commiting to when they signed the contract. To forget all of this ever happened. To pretend and live life like normal.
But how could he? When Eddie is still here. When he's walking the halls of his school and smiling at the kids. Caring for them like he did the party. How can Steve choose to forget Eddie's smile. His laugh. His gorgeous face. The way he loved him so deeply it almost hurt. Almost.
Because it didn't hurt. Because he didn't remember. He didn't want to. Past Steve didn't want to remember. He wanted all of it gone. Even Robin...
Poor sweet Robin. His soulmate. The one he was bound to by the cosmos. He chose to leave her. To let her live alone. By herself. How can he pretend when Robin is by herself? When she needs him? Except she doesn't...
Because she doesn't remember. She didn't want to remember. She wanted to forget. Forget Steve. Forget the upside down. Forget everything. But how can he blame her for leaving him? How can he blame anyone?
He doesn't. He doesn't blame them. Can't blame them. He wanted to forget too. But the nightmares and the scars and the hearing aids and the glasses and his fucking metal leg won't forget. His body won't forget. It won't let him.
So he's stuck. Stuck wanting to reach out. Wanting to find them. Wanting Eddie. Wanting Robin. But he just can't put them back in this mess. Not when they chose this. Not when they want to live in peace. And who is he to disturb that? Because his body wanted him to remember so everyone else has to too? No. No way is he forcing them again.
So he doesn't.
He watches. Watches Eddie. Walk past him with a polite smile. An indifferent smile. The smile you give to random people on the street. The smile that makes his heart break into a million pieces.
He doesn't remember. None of them do.
He misses Robin. Misses the way she'd hit him whenever he said a bad joke. Misses the small amused smile everytime he did. Misses the way she'd make fun of him and his lack of charm. Misses the way she used to cling to him. Misses the way she used to love him. She used to know him.
Used to.
He wishes she was here. Wishes she remembered. Wishes everything went back to normal. Wishes they never signed anything.
But she's not. And she doesn't remember. And nothing is normal. And they did sign it. Signed away their lives. Signed away memories. Signed away everything that made him happy. Signed away Dustin. Signed away Lucas. Signed away Max. Signed away El. Signed away Will. Signed away Mike. Signed away Erica. Signed away Joyce. Signed away Hopper. Signed away Johnathan . Signed away Nancy. Signed away Robin.
Signed away eddie... signed away any hope in ever being more than what they were. Signed away love. And family. And support.
He signed away everything.
He wished away his life.
And he'll never take it back. Never be able to. He'll never get Dustin back. Or the party. Or Joyce. Or Hopper. Or Robin. Or Eddie.
All he'll have is faded memories and a strangers smile. A strangers smile that breaks his heart. That tears his torn heart into even more pathetic shreds.
They won't remember.
Thank you so much for reading!!!! Just an idea I got. If you have any more ideas or things I can add that'd be great! <333
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"internet historian's alt-right anyways" "great day to have never liked james somerton" "never even heard of illuminaughtii before this lol"
that's great buddy but don't go around thinking you're immune to this. if you're not looking for plagiarism, you likely won't notice it unless its egregiously obvious. hell, you've probably consumed plagiarized content without even realizing it. even hbomb pointed out that these people disguised what they presented pretty well as long as you didn't try and dig deeper. don't come away just thinking of this as a callout piece, take this as an important lesson about vetting your sources. if googling scripts in quotes was enough to expose the original, we should all start doing that shit!!
edit: it got a little too doomer-y a little too fast so one quick addition
this is hbomb's curated playlist of queer creators, many of whom were victims of plagiarism
this is producer kat on reddit calling for any more plagiarism discoveries and for queer content creators to be uplifted
please take some time to uplift these creators and recommend any you know! if you can help uncover more of the original creators whose work was lifted that would be great too :)
UPDATE- From Hbomb's twitter: "We're in the process of cataloguing everyone James Somerton plagiarised and finding their contact information. Which is quite a task, so to help us out: If you see this and happen to be one of the people Somerton stole from, please email us at
[email protected]"
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shout out to people who's family isnt entirely bad or entirely good, but something in between and you dont know how to feel about them. you feel angry but you also feel guilty, because you know they genuinely love and care about you, but sometimes they show it in a way you know its not okay. your feelings are valid, your anger and sadness and grief are valid, and you dont have to prove this to no one. bigger shout out to those with memory issues who know something isnt right but can't recall all of the bad events, only the feelings, which only increases the guilt.
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