I have a major crush on Dacre Montgomery and I just needed to read a fic but couldn't find any out there so I decided to write my own. I hate the character Billy and don't condone any of his actions, but I seriously just need...a Dacre fic because... he's fucking hot. And I've read all the Power Rangers ones out there... IT'SNOT ENOUGH! lol. Plus I also love Steve's character so I figured I'd have more fun with a Stranger Things fic.

If you haven't guessed already, this fic is gonna be about a love triangle with the reckless (Billy) and the brave (Steve). I'll probably have two endings: one for Billy and one for Steve. I'm also going to try and write as close to the character's personality as possible, but I know I'll struggle with Billy's considering he's such a fucking dick lol.

Also don't know if I'll finish this story, depends on how interested I am in it, and if anyone likes it lololol.

Italics are thoughts.

Well, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the Netflix series Stranger Things, just the OC, and whatever plot I conjure.

Sunday | August 25, 1985

Hawkins, Indiana was dreadfully different than the bustling, windy city hidden by skyscrapers Iris Moore had grown to know. The change of scenery was strange and she couldn't help but feel out of place in the small, quiet, outdated cornfield town. It felt so barren, so isolated...as if the town was in its own glass encased dome. But things happen, life ends. And the main reason her parents replaced their cozy apartment for a carbon cut-out suburban home was to take care of her grandma...that sole reason was now gone and Iris was stuck there.

But it wasn't all too bad, during the summer she found a nice gig with a steady paycheck babysitting some of her favorite kids, and her only friends. They loved her just as much as she did them. One in particular was Maxine Mayfield. Her parents refused Iris's offer, informing her Max had an older brother who could babysit her for free, but Iris didn't care about the money anymore she just loved being around Max and the other kids. She managed to persuade them by offering to do it for free whenever their son wasn't able to take care of her and after a few times she babysat the wild redhead, her parents fell in love with Iris's 'service', and regularly asked for her help.

"Alright," Iris breathed, standing before the cream-colored door clad in a loose Spider-Man t-shirt that was tucked within her high-waist jean shorts, and pressed the doorbell twice. She ran a hand through her disheveled, brown hair as she waited for someone to welcome her in. Minutes rolled by and Iris grew impatient, provoking her to smack the doorbell once again, unsure if anyone had heard it the first time.

Soon after there was the sound of metal clattering to the ground before the door swung open, revealing—what had to have been—Max's step-brother. Iris had never met him before or heard much about him, excluding the disdainful comments Max, Lucas, Dustin, Will, and Mike would sneer about him. Other than that, no one spoke of him. It was a subject they tended to avoid, a subject they needed to avoid. So, Iris never pressed them about it, it wasn't in her place to, and the few times he was mentioned in their conversations, she could visibly see the tension, the uncomfortableness in their body language. Because of that, she was determined to stay away from him. Iris didn't want to upset any of the kids.

"What do you want?" The irritation was audibly noticeable in his gruff reply as he exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigarette while his free arm rested against the door frame. The sleeveless t-shirt he wore was drenched in sweat as it clung desperately against his muscular form. He was beautiful. No, that was an understatement. The guy was gorgeous, and Iris could feel her cheeks immediately flush once she realized how long her eyes wandered along his frame as if she was subconsciously engraving his build in her memory.

Iris's green eyes hurriedly flew up to his alluring blue ones and cleared her throat before nonchalantly responding, "I'm here for Max."

Billy's forehead crinkled while he raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner, silently observing the stranger on his doorstep. "The shit?"

Confused by his retort, she inquired, "Excuse me?"

"What do you want with that shithead?" Billy scanned her over, growing more interested the longer his eyes lingered. He wondered why an attractive girl her age needed to see Max, "I've never seen you before...Did you just move here?" His lips spread into an open grin as his cigarette nestled between the corner of his mouth, "You definitely don't look like the girls from around here."

"I'm from Chicago," Iris murmured, feeling herself grow hot after witnessing that devilish grin of his. She was physically attracted to him, and she was damn well sure that more than half of the teenage girls who had eyes in Hawkins was also attracted to him. Billy looked like he was pulled out of a modeling magazine with that gorgeous tanned skin, those tempting baby blue's, and that rock star mullet any girl would die to run her hands through. Iris bit down on her lip, hoping the pain would set her mind straight.

A city girl... He smirked, a strange glimmer flickering across his eyes, "So, Chicago, why are you here?"

Iris pushed her dirty thoughts to the back of her mind and cleared her throat again, "To babysit Max."

She could sense his mood instantly shift once he narrowed his eyes as his husky voice stated, "She's 14, she doesn't need a babysitter."

Iris watched him silently, wondering if she was going to witness the reason why her friends hated him, and sternly replied, "That's not what your parents told me."

Billy's jaw tightened at the word 'parent's' and inhaled a long drag to calm himself down, "She's got me to look after her. She doesn't need you."

"Doesn't look like you're doing a good job," The brunette stepped onto the door frame, a few inches apart from touching his sweaty build, and coolly glanced toward his workout equipment. Iris had always been assertive, that's what happened to a person when they grew up in a chaotic, crime infested city like Chicago. She wasn't afraid to speak up, to challenge someone, to put someone in their place—no matter how physically attracted she was to them. She was stern, she was forward, she was demanding; and when she knew she was right, she always got her way. It didn't mean she was heartless or a brat; far from that actually.

Billy peered down at her 5'2 stature as he appreciated the determination in her eyes. She was definitely different than the hicks in Indiana who only knew how to follow, to listen. He was growing bored of the same girls easily throwing themselves at him; there was no challenge, no fight. He wanted to have fun, he wanted to play.

His eyes dropped down toward Iris's rosy, pink lips as he thought to himself how much he wanted to taste them before craning his neck downward to meet her at eye level. He then pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew the putrid smoke into her face before he replied with a rough growl, "Get lost."

"Nice try, babe." The bitter fume caused tears to prickle at the edge of her eyes but that wasn't going to stop her from getting inside. Placing her fingers against his chest, she pushed him backwards, making enough room to slide past him, and into the house, "Just think of it as gaining your free time back. I'm sure you've got more important things to do, right?" She waved a hand toward his equipment, not even bothering to look back at him as she spoke.

"Babe?" Billy smirked while his eyes scanned her from behind before finally resting them on her plump ass. His tongue darted across his lips just imagining her thick, but slim frame in a pair of lacey lingerie. He wanted her more than ever now, and he was determined to have her, "This'll be fun."

"Max," Iris called as she peered into the first bedroom, hoping it was Maxine's.

"Here!" A giggle came from behind the brunette, causing her to turn around and see the freckled teen poking her head through an open door. "How can you still not figure out which room is mine? You've only been here like 100 times."

"Don't sass me," Iris scolded the younger girl in a mocking manner before following her into the bedroom and plopping down alongside her on the mattress.

"Sorry about Billy answering the door," Max pursed her lips, "If I wasn't in the bathroom I would've answered."

"Don't worry about it, he didn't give me a hard time."

"Really?" She questioned, a look of shock sketched across her face.

"He was acting all tough and trying to keep me away, but I just walked right past him. He's not as scary as you guys make him out to be."

"That's 'cause you don't know him."

"Perhaps...anyway, are you nervous?" Iris smirked, wiggling her eyebrows animatedly while poking Max's forehead.

"No," She scoffed and swatted Iris's hand away, "Why would I be nervous? It's just high school..."

"It's a new school though, completely different from your middle school."

"I've been to so many different schools. Buildings don't scare me."

"Ooh~ look at you," Iris teased, causing Max to roll her eyes in irritation. "But in all honesty, I was talking about the atmosphere. It's a different world filled with an over-rotting stench of puberty and peer pressure."

Max couldn't help but grin at the senior's explanation, "Are you trying to tell me not to do drugs?"

"That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you," Iris tucked her messy waves behind her ear as another smirk grew across her lips. "And sex, no sex for you and Lucas."

The freshman's face turned the brightest shade of red Iris had ever witnessed and sputtered her response in disbelief, "Y-you're crazy!"

"I'm just kidding, jeez," She stuck her tongue out at her while roughing up her hair, earning another irritated expression from Max.

"Can you stop that?"

Iris chuckled and raised her hands up in defeat, "Okay, okay! No more hair ruffling, I promise."

The two spent the next few hours gossiping about random things, but mostly Lucas. Nothing had changed since the Snow Ball dance and the red head was worried she had done something wrong. She wasn't sure if he actually liked her as a friend or more than a friend. Every time Max asked him to hang out with her alone he'd always make up some excuse as to why he couldn't go or would cancel last minute. She didn't understand, Lucas had definitely looked happy when they kissed that night, so why was he avoiding her? It was frustrating, especially since she really liked him. Max didn't know what to do anymore and decided to pour her heart out to Iris, seeking advice from someone with experience.

"That's tough..." Iris hummed in contemplation, "It's obvious Lucas likes you. I think he's just nervous and doesn't know how to go about it."

"What am I supposed to do then?"

"Just be blunt. Tell him how you feel and ask him if he feels the same way."

"That's so embarrassing," Max mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck.

"You'll get over it," Iris smiled before she glanced at the alarm clock that sat at the edge of Max's bedside table. "We should get going or else we'll be late for the new campaign. You know how Mike gets when we don't start on time."

"Yeah, you're right."

They both left the small bedroom, passing through the hallway, and entering the vast front room cluttered with exercise equipment. But before they could reach the front door, Billy's rough voice tugged their attention toward his bare form.

Wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a silver chain necklace, he broadly sauntered toward them, "Where are you going?"

Max grunted with a glare, "Out."

Billy gritted a warning through his teeth, "Watch. Your. Attitude."

Iris watched him through wary eyes, noticing how quick his behavior changed from when she met him earlier in the day. She didn't know him well enough to determine his personality or what kind of person he was. But after the two short interactions she shared with him, Iris could easily detect the distaste Billy held for his step-sister.

Trying to calm the situation down before it could escalate, Iris stated her sentence with ease, "We're going to Mike's. We'll be back before curfew."

"You're not going anywhere," Billy declared as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his waistband, placing the fag between his lips, and lighting it quickly with a cheap red lighter he dug out from inside the pack. Tossing the lighter on one of the side tables pressed against the wall, he inched forward. His face seemed so relaxed as he inhaled the bitter smoke but Iris could tell from his piercing eyes how serious he was, "You're babysitting her so do your job, stay here, and watch the little shit."

"Um...alright," Iris chuckled in pure disbelief, "First of all, I'll be watching her the whole time whether it's in this house, a friend's house, the arcade, or a burger joint. Just because I'm babysitting her doesn't mean we're supposed to stay at a designated area. Secondly, your parents trust me to watch her as long as she's back before curfew, which means we're going."

Billy's jaw tightened, growing annoyed at her back-talk, "Last time I checked she was my shit, not yours. Which means you both stay here."

"She has a name," The brunette narrowed her and crossed her arms in an assertive manner. "It's Max, not 'shit'."

"Same thing."

"No, actually, it's not. Anyway, we're gonna go now. You have a good one," Iris placed her hand on the red head's back and pushed her toward the door. "Come on, Max."

Before she could take a step forward, Billy snatched Iris's wrist in a tight grasp and tugged her toward him, causing her to lose her footing, and tumble straight into his exposed chest.

He was muscular. Iris had noticed that when Billy answered the door earlier. She wasn't afraid to admit that he had a really attractive body, hell, she immediately admitted it to herself the first time she laid eyes on him. But he was at least clothed then, and now her face was barely a few inches against his nude chest. Iris couldn't even remember the last time she'd been this close to a man before, a half-naked man. It had to have been at least over a year since, that was around the time she split up with her ex. But he couldn't compare to Billy, not even close. Being this close to him and smelling his faint scent of musky cologne easily threw her nerves on edge.

"Jesus, dude," She murmured, trying her best to avoid looking anywhere else but his determined eyes.

"Iris!" Max shouted in worry.

"I'm fine," She replied. "Go wait outside, I'll be right there."

"But-"

"Don't. You. Fucking. Move." Billy teased Max threateningly with a crooked and crazy smile as his cigarette hung limply between his pink lips.

"Go," Iris stated, glancing toward the young girl to show her a reassuring smile. "I'll be okay."

Max simply nodded, the worry still etched across her face as she scrambled out the front door.

Iris averted her gaze from where Max had recently been and back to Billy's piercing eyes. His cigarette still lay slack in his mouth before he tightened his lips around it and took another, deep drag.

Warily, Iris placed her free hand on his—which still held her wrist firmly—and slowly began to unwrap his fingers from around it, "What's your deal?"

"You," He growled as a low rumble emitted from the base of his throat which earned a soft gasp from Iris, unpleasantly surprising herself by how enticing it sounded to her ears.

She swallowed the small lump in her throat and tried to mask her slight nervousness with a playful smirk, not wanting to allow him the satisfaction of knowing that he aroused her. The thought of him making her feel that way also startled her, particularly since she was beginning to learn what kind of a person he was, "Because I'm not listening to you?"

Billy was caught off guard by her response and how alluring he found her defiant personality, especially considering how much he hated not being able to control others. But there was something about the way she resisted him that turned him on. Like he stated before, she was different, she was a challenge, and he wanted her. He could already imagine how great the sex would be, how much he'd punish her because of her stubborn and bratty behavior, how much she'd beg for his forgiveness, for his mercy.

He smirked in reply, re-tightening his grip around her wrist while pulling and pressing her against his chest. He towered over her small frame as if she were his prey, and he loved it. Placing his cigarette between his index and middle finger, Billy lowered his head to meet hers, his lips barely a breath away from enclosing her mouth within his as he greedily watched her eyes dilate in response from his quick reaction.

A few seconds pass before he finally exhales a reply, "I'll let you go this time."

"What?" Iris breathed in the sharp scent of tobacco, highly aware of how close their mouths were as her eyes wavered beneath his strong, and enticing gaze.

"Here's a tip for the future...It's my way or the highway."

Iris remained silent, watching as his face barely caressed hers on its way over to her ear.

"You're lucky you're hot," Billy whispered as his lips brushed against the sensitive area of her earlobe, earning a soft gasp to fall from her mouth.

He immediately released her wrist with force, causing her to stumble backward before he turned around, and went straight to his bedroom without sparing a second glance at her.

"What the hell was that?" Murmuring to herself, Iris placed her hands over her heated cheeks as she felt the irritation burning in the pit of her stomach from how aroused he left her, "What the hell is wrong with me?"