"I'll Do It For You." (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/407795049-i%27ll-do-it-for-you?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=OijTehDuck cause that first draft was flawed as hell.
Long Story 2 is a continuation of the award-winning LGBTQ+ friendly visual novel about teen romance, friendship and life.
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LongStory was originally created in 2014 as an alternative to shallow “insert coins for romance” sims on the market. LongStory was one of the first dating sims that supported young people in exploring their gender, sexuality and identity in a safe supportive space, and we’ve had a devoted fan base since the first game launched.
Your support will help us make a full new season of a diverse and LGBTQ+ game that our players have already fallen in love with. At Bloom we believe the world needs games that create that hopeful and loving future: You can help us continue this story with our signature compassion, curiosity, conversation and, occasionally, sarcasm.
Backing this project gets you access to the sequel, the original game and some sweet LongStory swag! Not to mention the satisfaction of knowing more inclusive, safe, consent-based emotional gaming content will be available for players new and old.
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It took nearly an hour, but they were finally safe; Connie, Steve, Robin and Eddie.
Sure, Steve had nearly collapsed from blood loss but since Connie tore a length of fabric from Robin’s shirt, he’d be okay.
Eddie was basically on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Being in another demention wasn’t exactly a pleasent experience. Robin was handling it - and Eddie - with a panicked calmness.
And Connie, well, she didn’t know what to think. She had dove in without a care, being sick of their arguing of who would go and see the ‘watergate’. But now she was stuck in another demention, with no way to get out, the added potential of running into Venca - whoever or whatever they might be. Not to mention they’d all just was nearly murdered with demo-bats or whatever you wanted to call them and one of them nearly killed Steve. And herself. And Robin. And Eddie.
Not to mention there was a sudden earthquake which sent them all flying into one another as well as sending more demo-bats their way.
But, thankfully, it was as peaceful as it could get. Robin and Connie had taken the lead in the woods, heading towards the Wheeler residence. Nancy owned two firearms. It was the best they would get.
“So what’s up with you and Steve recently?” Robin asked out of the blue.
“What about me and Steve?”
“Oh, you know, just that you’re in love with one another.”
“In love? Steve and - what?” Connie spluttered. “Steve and I are not in love. We’re...we’re just friends. Platonic.”
“Nooo.” Robin said, shaking her head. “Steve and I are just friend. Platonic with a capital P. You two are in love.”
“Robin.”
“What?”
“Stop it.” Connie told her. “Steve and I...we’re just friends. Nothing more. He’s...he’s my friend. He’s Steve. It would be weird.”
“So you’ve thought about it?” Robin asked with a coy smile.
“What? No. No. I just mean...Dustin looks up to him. He’s my friend. It would be weird if we..did that.”
“Did what?” Robin asked, the smile still on her face.
“Not that!”
“Maybe that.”
“Not that.”
Robin sighed a little. “So you’re telling me that you hung out over night when you first met, spoke all night, fell asleep in the same bed, talked about having kids-”
“Not together.”
“Still.” Robin pointed out. “And you’ve both been attached at the hip ever since. That you hang out at the weekends, and, even after being able to finish each others sentences and not to mention the fact you both act like the married couple of the group - you’re not in love?”
“We’re just friends.”
Robin scoffed.
“What?”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
Connie shook her head. “No, I’m not.”
Robin laughed. “Oh, you couldn’t be a more terrible liar.”
Connie sighed. “What makes you think I’m lying?”
“You have a tell. Mmhm. Ask anyone. Ask Steve. God knows I’ve had to listen to him talk about you long enough.” Robin told her. “Steve!”
Robin seemed to have inturupted Eddie and Steve’s conversation which seemed to give Steve this longing look as he watched the other half of their team.
“Yeah - we’re coming!”
“What’s Connie’s tell?”
“Tell?” Steve asked as they got closer.
“You know, when I lie, what’s my tell?” Connie asked him.
“Oh, you have a crinkle.”
“I don’t have a crinkle.”
“You have a crinkle. You’re doing it right now.”
Connie quickly looked to Robin and then Eddie, who just nodded. “You do have a crinkle.”
Placing her hand to her forehead, Connie grumbled. “Fine. Let’s just go, before more rabies bats come after us and try and eat another pound out of you.”
“I second that.” Eddie said, placing his hand up. “I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to.”
“I’ll second his second.” Robin added.
So, finally, the moved on.
Only, when they finally got to the Wheeler house, Connie had more questions than she did answers.
Nancy’s guns seemed to have vanished, then Robin found a diary. The last entry was 1983. 3 years ago.
Had they also time travelled? Or was the upside down stuck in time? Like from when the last person had visited it? Or the last time Venca had woken up? Or when the Upside down had opened?
And then Steve started running around screaming Dustin’s name. He could hear him.
And then they heard him.
Maybe there were a few things that could still shock Connie.
And then they communicated to her brother, Max, Lucas and Erica through a glowing light.
And now they stood beneath a whole in Eddie’s home which seemed to deny the laws of physics.
“Guess I’m the guinne-pig.”
Robin went first, falling through the hole and upside down onto the matress above them. Eddie went next before finally, looking at one another, Connie and Steve smiled.
“Ladies first.”
With a boost, Steve helped Connie as she fell through the hole and finally, just before it shut, Steve came falling through.
All four of them, from Erica and Max’s comments, stunk. They were covered in dried blood, slime of some kind and dirt.
“You - you all need a show. Like, now.” Max told them, holding her nose as she got closer, turning Connie towards the door.
All four of them followed Max towards her trailer where each of them took a shower, finally being cleaned from the upside-down.
Only, as they were all sat around in Max’s trailer, Robin, Eddie and the kids had fallen asleep whilst trying to devise a plan on what to do.
“Hey.” Steve whispered as he came out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair.
“Hey, you ready?”
“No, but I can’t put it off.”
Opening up the first aid kit, Connie tried to reassure Steve. “Just hold still and it shouldn’t hurt as much.”
First Connie cleaned the wound before talking a couple of stitches and patching up Steve’s skin.
At first he hissed in pain, but Connie managed to finish it.
“Just one last thing.”
“What?”
But Steve didn’t have time to think because the moment the cleaning solution touched his skin, he felt Connie’s lips plant themsleves on his.
He was shocked but kissed back, the pain seemingly gone from his side as she distracted him.
“You’re all done.” Connie told him. “Sorry about kissing you, but I couldn’t think of any-”
“It’s okay. It - “ Steve clearned his throat. “It was a good kiss.”
The pair stood in Max’s kitchen for a while in silence when Steve spotted the look on Connie’s face as she watch the others sleep.
“Hey, you okay? What’s -”
“Do you love me?”
“Sorry-”
“It’s just...earlier Robin and I were talking and she said I was in love with you and she could tell that I was lying - now I know because of the crinkle that I apparently have. But she said I was in love with you and that we’re bascially the married couple of the group and then, the other day I was talking to Max about her and Lucas and then she asked about you and I and I started to think that maybe-”
But Connie’s spoken thought process was cut off when she found Steve’s lips on hers and his hands at one side of her face and at her lower back pulling her in closer to him.
Neither knew how long they stayed like that, but when they kiss was broke, they were both still stood as closer, swaying slight from the overwhelming feelings that had broken free from inside of them.
“Sorry,” Steve aplogised in a whisper, “Just...couldn’t think of another distraction.”
Connie couldn’t seem to speak, so just shook her head, the words coming out in a breathless whisper. “It’s okay.”
“But...yes.”
“Yes to what?” Connie asked.
Neither moved. Their foreheads still pressed gently against each others.
“I love you.”
This made Connie move. They were still in each other’s grip and rooted on the spot but now she could see his face as he spoke to her.
“I love you.” Steve repeated. “I think I have done for a while. But Eddie said the same thing to me before. True Love he called it. And I’m starting to wonder if maybe he’s right. I love you. I’m in love with you, Connie Henderson.”
“I’m in love with you, Steve Harrington.”
Only, as they shared another kiss, there was a small flash that went off in the corner of the room.
“Thought you’d want a picture.” Max smiled in a whisper.
Connie and Steve tried to hide their embarrassment but Max lay the camera down and got back under the covers, falling back to sleep almost instantly, Kate Bush echoing in her ears like a lulluby as she did so.
“What do we do when they wake up?” Connie asked.
“Wait and see how long it takes them to find the photo or for Max to tell them?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
And, in the darkness and silence, save for the snores of Dustin in the corner, the pair shared another kiss.
