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“I think this might qualify as torture,” Robin moans just over halfway through their last shift of the week, eyes rimmed in red and the circles under her eyes darker than ever. Steve blinks at her stupidly from where he is standing behind the bar, the heat from the coffee machines warming his back and drawing him towards that place between sleep and waking. His arms feel heavy.
“And we’ve actually been tortured, so we’d know,” Steve nods sagely, because it’s not funny but if he keeps making jokes about it maybe it will eventually become funny.
“At least the Russians let us pass out between rounds of terror and intimidation,” Robin muses.
“And punching,” Steve continues.
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In the aftermath of Vecna, Hawkins reels. Even without fully understanding the magnitude of what happened (almost happened) there's a long road back to anything approaching normal. The fissures, the property damage, the injuries. It seems impossible that after everything they've been through, that life just has to...go on.
But hey - they're old hats at this by now.
So of course Steve Harrington survives the (almost) end of the world just to have to work the night-shift at a fucking Denny's.
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04 Jul 2026
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First st fic I'm reading in real time and it's so good if there's one thing I like it’s Steve unintentionally flirting and getting flustered when Eddie does it back
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Roses are red, violets are blue. So is your face while I'm strangling you! by Golden_Pearl
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
21 May 2026
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Meet Grian, a twenty four year old café owner who seems like a normal person to literally everyone. Since his café is one of the biggest hot spots in the entire city he meets people every day, not just university students but famous people and sometimes wanted criminals. And when they talk just loud enough for him to hear he can’t help but listen in and write down the important things. Might be useful you know?
But Grian can’t be normal can he? Even though he wants to live a normal life it just gets harder because of his “special” diet. If you ever saw what goes on in his basement then you’d instantly become nauseous due to the blood stained floor and body parts hung up on the ceiling.
Or Grian is a bird of prey who has a blood related power.
This is a fic where you, dear reader, get to choose the story by voting on different options I give you!Series
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28 Oct 2025
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Wiping dental records clean, is this carcass even me? by RoughCoarseAndGetsEverywhere
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
29 Aug 2026
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“Sir, I hate that this is how you find out, but the Evolution server was invaded by non player entities. Every member is missing and,” She took a deep breath. “Presumed dead.”
“Pardon?” She didn’t elaborate. “Is this some kind of joke? This isn’t - this isn’t funny, you know! You could get fired for that. Grian just - we just lost contact, is all. He just stopped messaging me. That’s fine. I can deal with that, but he isn’t missing, and he certainly isn’t dead.” Mumbo wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t. Because it could not possibly be true.Or
Grian goes missing during his time in the Evolution SMP. Mumbo is left with no idea of what happened to his boyfriend. A year after his last contact with Grian, he arrives on the Hermitcraft server in critical condition, and for some reason, with wings that Mumbo is 90% sure weren’t there before. What’s more is he refuses to talk about what happened. It only gets worse after a portion of the server goes missing, with Grian seemingly being the only one who remembers anything about it. And who knows what the hell is going on with Scar?
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09 Sep 2025
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Grian glances around the room. He counts. Sixteen of them. A few group together. A few stand solitary. But Grian can see the thread again, the one that connects them all. Through the frays on their clothes, the dirt on their palms, the weary grey hanging beneath their eyes.
All desperate and hungry.
At the front of the group, a line of scientists emerge, each one dressed in pristine white coats. The only embellishment separating them from the blanched walls is a purple eye sewn over their hearts, watching.
Watching each and every one.
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Otherwise known as my 3rd life is an experiment au!Bookmarked by ThePurplePineapple
09 Sep 2025
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Self insert that should probably update in time
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