Steve Harrington was always the babysitter. Whenever something had to be investigated—Steve was left with the kids. Whenever there was a deadly monster who needed killing—Steve was left with the kids. Whenever Steve had a date with one of the hottest girls ever—he canceled because he had one of the kids birthdays.

safe to say as much as he complained he did love them..sometimes.

Steve hemmed and hawed, rolling his eyes as he set out food and drinks, movies, and made comfy spots in the living room for them to all sleep.

the door swings open, someone accidentally knocking over a bottle of soda.

“Dude, come on watch where you’re-“ Steve is stopped mid-sentence when he realizes that the person he was scolding wasn’t dustin. it was you.