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After a harrowing near-death experience and a romance that changed everything he knew about himself, Steve Harrington is doing just fine, thank you. But when a simple errand with Dustin Henderson turns into a trip through time to the days of Will's disappearance, he has to navigate through battles of the past, friends unaware monsters exist, and a Steve Harrington he can barely recognize.
A revisitation of Season One that grabs themes (and some characters) from later seasons, with lots of Dustin-Steve bonding, mistaken identity, DnD metaphors, El being El, Steve and Robin vibing early, and homeschool for the temporally displaced.
Now complete! We have French, Spanish, and Portugese-speakers who've read and reviewed this fic. If anyone is interested in translating, please let me know.
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- Part 2 of Back to Back, Let's Go
Bookmarked by CrunchyWater17
07 Jan 2026
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This is feel-good and absolutely delightful! Everyone grows. I love it!!!
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When Max is sent away for a month for advanced out of state hospital treatment, Lucas is left with way too much time and way too many feelings. So when he notices the unresolved tension simmering between Will and Mike, he decides to do something about it. But before he can even process what that truly entails, he’s already knee deep in secrets, feelings, and “friendships” that are a lot more complicated than he signed up for.
OR: What starts as a distraction from missing Max turns into the most complicated plan of Lucas’s life as he shifts from helping Will get over Mike to setting them up together (because he’s the bestest, most supportive friend ever, obviously!)
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Bookmarked by CrunchyWater17
19 Dec 2025
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This is one of my favorite Stranger Things fics. The author really knows the characters, and it shows in how each of them has a distinct voice. The delicacy with which various issues were discussed is brilliant, and I love getting an inside look on Lucas's perspective and emotions. Really well done and a joy to read, thank you for a wonderful story.
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The film isn’t even on Steve’s radar at this point. He couldn’t say what’s happening anymore, but he doesn’t even care. Forget Geena Davis, forget Jeff Goldblum, Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie Munson, right there next to him, hand inches away from his own.
Steve’s pinky twitches out, like it’s got a mind of its own, towards Eddie’s hand. His heart is in his throat, breath caught behind it, as his pinky hovers, trembling. He could touch him. Wants to touch him. To hook his pinky over Eddie’s, curl them together, maybe even link the rest of their fingers too.
He’s never wanted to hold somebody’s hand so bad before.
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Bookmarked by CrunchyWater17
15 Dec 2025
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This actually had me kicking my feet, totes adorbs as the pre-teens say.
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Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.
That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost.
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In a moment of panic, Robin inserts herself into a group of four people with long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos. Subculture, odd, other, alternative. Flag patches and pins. Her people. She just prays they'll just go with it and pretend to know her.
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A grimy hand burst upwards from the ground.
Dirty nails like claws, scratched up scabby elbows. And then finally, a desperate, pale face emerged from the wet dirt, ragged gasps sinking into and being swallowed whole by the soft stillness of lingering twilight.
Disturbed birds fluttered, fleeing from the tallest branches of surrounding trees, as he ripped through the slimy placenta that cloaked over him like curdled oil. It pulled greedily back at him as he hastened to drag himself out from the forest floor.
His hair dripped caustic ooze, sticking to the back of his neck and steaming just a little at the ends. He wiped it out of his eyes as best he could with the back of his hand, and leveraging himself, scrambled backwards through mulch and pine straw until his back hit solid bark, shriveling up as small as he could make himself and scanning across the line of trees. The chirps and clicks of bugs echoed openly across the silence. He hoped they were bugs.
He sniffled, hiccuping softly, before his gaze drifted back down.
The hole was already closing up, dirt tumbling back into itself.
Before long, it looked like nothing but an anthill.
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Bookmarked by CrunchyWater17
20 Sep 2025
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Oh boy, do I love this fic. The author's voice is unique and I am digging the non-linear storytelling and multiple POVs. It's easy to get into and hard to put down. I eagerly await part 2!!