Don't call me your ex,
Cause I never met you.
Steve Harrington plays a wicked game with Aurora Smith's heart. When Tommy makes a bargain that King Steve can't refuse, his sole purpose becomes stealing Aur...
She looks at herself in the mirror, eyes lost at the sight of a girl she doesn't even recognise.
Mascara drips down her flushed cheeks, nose red from the constant wiping. She's hurt, a shell of a girl she once was. A trembling hand pushes freshly-permed locks away from her face, eyes welling at the sight of her indented ring finger. The purity ring is gone, now hung upon Steve Harrington's necklace like some sort of trophy. She hates herself for what she's done, hates herself for becoming so enraptured by him, hates herself because of him. A sniffle, a tremble in her lip. Aurora can't look at herself.
Fuck Steve Harrington.
-'✮'-
Something horrible burns in his chest. For her, their relationship has just began; she's given herself to him in ways she never even imagined possible. She stares up at him as though he hung the stars in the sky, as though he had changed her whole world. And he has, the condom in his bedside trashcan enough to show such an act. Brilliant bambi eyes look up at him so happily, and she's so warm. Cheeks flushed from their sexual act, naked chest rising and falling tepidly. For him; this was the end of it all.
Because he finally completed his bet.
-'✮'-
The hardest lesson to learn
is how to be alone again.
The golden haired fairy of the day Will turn in to a night fairy But she too will go away, ringing, When the momentary dream is dreamt
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No Faceclaim, Aurora Smith
The tender lily, languishingly sweet
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Joe Keery, Steve Harrington
Why live when you can rule?
Act One !
His voice breaks, something so vulnerable and pathetic that she's suddenly unsure of who stands in front of her. "Y-you're my girl, Rory. I need you."
She seethed, small hands balled tightly at her sides. Chipped acrylic seeps into her freshly-cut skin. So tiny, so fragile, but yet so different from the girl that she once was. "I'm not your girl, I was your fucking bet." All of a sudden, all of her strength is pushed down onto his chest, curled hair swaying with the force of the push. Steve doesn't move an inch, but his face is crumpled, heartbroken and aching. "You used me! You made me into something I wasn't and now I don't even know who I am anymore! You broke my fucking heart, Steve!" More forceful pushes land against his chest. Hot, angry tears are falling over her sweet cheeks, small sobs escaping with every word.
She can't even bring herself to notice the harsh flickering of christmas lights overhead.
Disclaimers & co!
— Oh we are so back!! — Revamped 2025! Previously called 'play date'! — To celebrate 6 years on wattpad I'm going to be writing & updating my old stories, staring with this one :) — This story contains a LOT of smut!! It doesn't currently have daddy kink involved but it might come later on in the story ;). Some chapters may have to be accessed via tumblr because idk what wattpad's policy is anymore 💔 — Warnings: Stranger Things canon style violence. This story also contains a lot of Religious lexis and gaslighting in relation to that. Rory's dad bans her of anything sexual or really to do with boys because he's super duper religious and a poo bag. Forms of domestic abuse, both mentally and eventually physically (on Rory's dad's behalf). Manipulation? Rory is kind of forced to become popular? potentially more warnings to come! — First published 18/06/23 <3 — Revamped 13/04/25 <3
