#monster hunter steve

[soggyskinflaps]

Yes, i am aware of the fact i'm hilarious

Now which wonderful, talented and beautiful artist do i have to sell my soul to to get Steve dancing like the Minecraft birds?

[transmunsons]

Eddie doing a deal with Steve at that picnic table after school. Eddie’s on his second senior year and pissed off about it. He’s trying to be cordial to Harrington, but he keeps remembering how the basketball team messes with his Hellfire kids.

So he up charges him, gets a little petty revenge; he’s sure Harrington can afford it anyway. The extra money can go toward Eddie’s T payments.

Something rustles in the woods and Harrington freezes, listening. Some kind of wet, furless animal jumps out of the trees in a blur.

Before Eddie can react, Harrington grabs his hand and pulls him up, heading to the closest sanctuary, the high school. Eddie’s freaking out. They run into the building, and Harrington pulls them into the janitors closet. He lunges to the back, reaching for a mop, but Eddie hears a wet skittering in the hallway and slams the door shut. Harrington whips around at the noise and the sudden darkness. Eddie holds his breath until the creature passes.

“What the fuck is out there?” He hisses at Harrington. The closet is cramped and the floor is littered with cleaning supplies. They're right up on top of one another in the small space. “This is crazy, this is so fucking crazy—”

“Calm down!” Harrington hisses back, closer than he expects, breath brushing against Eddie's cheek.

“Calm? Why are you calm, what's wrong with you?” Eddie's heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might burst out of his chest. He can't breathe. “We just almost got attacked by some fuckin' thing!” He flutters his hands to emphasize 'thing' though Steve probably can't see it in the dark. He smacks a shelf.

“I've seen something like it before, it's some kind of demogorgon.” Harrington says. Eddie splutters. The king of Hawkins High just made a DnD reference.

“How do you—that is not a demogorgon, Harrington! Demogorgons don't exist and even if they did, they don't look like that!”

“Hey, you asked and I answered. And my name is Steve.” He reaches around Eddie and tries the door handle. He's practically hugging him.

Steve swears and flicks on the light switch, illuminating the closet. “It's stuck.”

Eddie can see Steve's face properly now in all its glory. The overhead bulb gleams off Steve's stupidly long eyelashes. He almost wants to turn the light back off. His breathing is still restricted.

“Guess we're trapped in here until somebody comes by.” Steve says.

Eddie balks at the thought of being stuck with Steve in close quarters for so long. “No we're not, just gimme a second.”

Eddie shoves a hand up under his Dio shirt so he can pull his bindings a little away from his chest.

“What are you doing?” Steve sounds alarmed. His eyes are wide.

“Don't get excited,” Eddie winks because apparently he has a death wish, “just need to breathe. Get me a flathead screwdriver. The door opens inward.”

Steve snaps his fingers and points at him, “Right, the hinges!” He turns around to rustle through the shelves, which Eddie, uh, doesn’t mind. Goddamn.

He faces Eddie again with a flathead in his hands and a triumphant look. Eddie grabs it with a ‘thanks’ and goes to work prying pins out of the hinges. He can feel Steve watching him. Eddie gets the door loose and shoves it open, catching it so it doesn’t make noise.

Steve stalks past him wielding a mop like a weapon.

“Where are you going?” Eddie stage whispers.

Steve looks over his shoulder at Eddie, hair artfully falling out of place. “I’ve gotta find that thing, I’m not gonna let it roam the school.”

Eddie looks at Steve, looks back at the exit, looks down at the tile floor.

“Shit.”

He follows.

[morganbritton132]

After Eddie’s Tiktok circulates and everybody see Nancy’s text about Steve staying at her house, people start (jokingly, mostly) calling her a harlot for trying to steal his husband.

Nancy responds by tweeting a picture of her, Steve, and (surprise!) Jonathan since Jon’s in town for work. They’re all in her bed and in their pajamas. There are snacks and they’re getting ready to watch a movie. All three of them are doing peace signs because they are bisexuals.

She captions the picture with “Ms Steal-yo-man” and tags Corroded Coffin and Argyle.

Eddie responds with a tweet from the Official Corroded Coffin twitter account like, “This is exactly what everybody thought was going on in high school.”

[istormortis]

Everyone's favorite Steve!

Decided that the bristled version would be better than him standard, but boy trying to find good references was a pain :' )

[nightclawduke]

Seregios on a skateboard

[corrodedcoughin]

Mr Clarke coming back in s5 to help and ends up spending his time with one Mr Wayne Munson in an effort to find Eddie because if there’s no body Wayne isn’t giving up.

Hard cut to Eddie being carried back through a portal by Steve and seeing Mr Clarke together, and he whispers to Steve ‘I think Mr Clarke fucked my uncle’ and passes out

[dragonflylady77]

Introducing HellGrove Security Consultants

A little teaser for the fic I wrote for @bigbangharringrove (gonna start posting soon). It's called 'Mr Steve and the Monster Hunter' and I can't wait to share it with you.

It will also feature art by @adelacreations and I am very excited about that.

business cards by me

[steddilly]

When Wayne moved to Hawkins fifteen years ago to case the town, he hadn’t expected to end up staying. What kind of hunter purposefully cocked up an assignment? A bad one apparently, but he was fine with that. He’d been sent to the small town in rural Indiana after a strange rise in creature sightings, that sort of thing didn’t take much time getting back to the kind of hunters led by his younger brother, Al.

He quickly found out that Hawkins was acting as some sort of beacon to supernatural beings, attracting them to seek out and settle down in the town surrounded by thick wooded areas. Weres of every kind. Vamps of every kind. Witches, shapeshifters, banshees, and just about every other kind of creature you could think of.

What started out as a task to infiltrate the town to get a better idea of the severity of the infestation quickly turned into something more, because then he got to know the residents as more than just what they were and began seeing them as neighbours and friends. They trusted him and welcomed him into their communities, even the supernaturals grew to trust him and he even watched some of them grow up. He couldn’t hurt these people, they weren’t doing anything wrong.

Wayne never heard much from his younger brother or the other hunters, he occasionally sent Al letters downplaying what was actually going on in Hawkins, it was a low level threat that almost wasn’t worth dealing with. He should have known better, almost two decades of peace sounded like long overdue trouble for a semi-retired hunter, and word travelled fast to him that there were two men asking about him. He knew his brother would eventually show up to track him down, but he never expected his nephew to be dragged out with him.

Albert Munson was a ruthless hunter, more of a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy. Eddie though... The boy he’d left behind was more sort hearted than his old man, he wouldn’t want to hurt innocent people. Wayne would learn that Eddie didn’t agree with the majority of what his father believed, and refused to be brainwashed with his ideologies towards supernatural beings.

The real trouble begins when Al (unbeknownst to Wayne) set up a few traps in the woods and actually ends up catching a Werecub, who lets out the most heartbreaking cries Wayne has ever heard - but he knew what kind of cry that was, it was a cry for help and not just of fear.

“You’ve been slacking, Wayne. Barely a few hours here and we’ve already caught us a baby monster.” Al was so pleased with himself, standing proudly below the strung up cub with his arms crossed. It made Wayne sick to think that he had once been exactly the same as his brother, conflicted at the time or not, he had participated in the same things.

“Dad, there’s no us. I don't want anything to do with this. You’re hurting him, he’s probably just a kid.” Eddie denied, keeping himself well back from the situation, wanting no part in it.

It wasn’t long before the trio heard an answering howl to the cries, high and haunting and designed to travel - it sounded like a very pissed off mama, and suddenly they felt very unprepared for this expedition. They were expecting a Werewolf (the most common type of Were) or a Werebear (because of the cub), but what came crashing through the undergrowth was a monstrous coyote-looking creature, and she was livid. Her fur was shiny and well maintained, dark rusty shades of brown mottled with grey and blonde streaks. She chased the three of them through the woods until they were far enough away for the Werecoyote to double back and rescue her pup.

“Wooah boy, that was a close one!” Al chuckled after they stopped running to catch their breaths, as if they’d just been out for a jog in the woods and not chased by something that could have easily caught up with them.

The worst part was that Wayne definitely thought he recognised the Werecoyote, and if he recognised the Were then he definitely recognised him. Steve Harrington, resident Were and local babysitter to some of the younger supernatural beings in Hawkins, which meant the cub was most likely one of the kids he took care of and considered his pack. He absolutely knew who Wayne was, and now he knew what Wayne was.

“Relax, Wayne, it was just a ‘yote.” Al clapped him on the shoulder, something he bet his brother thought would be assuring and friendly, but it absolutely wasn’t. “Could’ve been worse. Would’a been a whole other story if we’d attracted a wolf.” - Wayne didn’t think so, but he was the one who was going to be suffering the consequences. - “C’mon, take your brother and nephew home for some grub, all that running’s worked up an appetite.”

[steddieunderdogfics]

For the monsterfucker weekend theme: "a devil at your side (an angel on her way)" by walkingsaladshooter (same @ on tumblr). A canonverse fic in which Steve becomes a professional monster hunter, and Eddie, who died in the Upside Down ten years ago, comes back from the dead as something not quite human anymore...

devil at your side (an angel on her way) by walkingsaladshooter

@walkingsaladshooter

Rating: Mature

33,113 words, 9/9 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Alternate Universe - Monster Hunters, Monster Hunter Steve Harrington, Monster Eddie Munson, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Gore, Blood and Violence, Monsterfucking, (But like emo monsterfucking), Hospitals, Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, (Sort of? Kind of? There's a note in ch 4 clarifying), Sexual Content, Whump

Summary

Eddie Munson is someone, something, firmly of the past. A hot bright spot of pain in the long slog of Hawkins’s decay, a particularly jagged scar in the trauma that town dragged all of them through. Eddie is a memory that hurts like pressing on a bruise, is an echo of failure in Steve’s chest, is the harsh line in Dustin’s life that killed something in him and, in turn, killed something in Steve, too. Or: What happens when the dead don't stay dead.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Monster Fucking.

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[sunchasedkiss]

Monster Hunting Boyfriends 1/5 A Post Season 2 AU

[midnightboshi]

What monster do you ABSOLUTELY Need to see in Monster Hunter Wilds? For me, it's Lagiacrus Of course. He's an easy pick, so I really want to see seregios. I want to see how he looks in the New World, and I pray we can even get a subspecies of poor little Steven.

[asexual-fandom-queen]

the thing about Poly Monster Hunters (aka whatever nonspecefied version of the eddie/steve/jonathan/nancy/robin polycule you’re down for) is that they are all technically switches but they’re also all so desperate for their turn as the sub to get lazy susaned back around to them and that’s so sexy

[trashpocket]

hi!! are you the author of my grave is mine to dig on ao3? i just saw your url is the same as on that fic and i was just wondering haha! i love that fic sm!

YESSSS, sorry for the late reply, that's me, that's me!!! sorry if im late to update it, chapter three is being a bitch and i might be splitting it into two big parts since it's where the subplot line begins closing in with the reveal of the main plotline, but AHHHH!!! hope ur patient enough for it 😭😭😭 here's a snippet from chapter three, if this helps!

There was something in people sharing sentiments with inanimate objects. How Steve’s affection extended to the unreal, to the immobile, and to the lifeless. Like he could love even beyond what normal loving did and there was something about that. With children loving anything and everything. 

As if they could both love like kids could; like how they used to. Unfettered, limitless, real. (Like they had the power to do this: keep on loving again.)

“Come on. Ma’s this way,” Eddie’s voice was hoarse and quiet, and Steve must’ve been learning a lot about him too because he didn’t make a comment. Just let himself be pulled away. 

“You think she’ll like me?” Steve asked quietly. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie teased, “what do you think?” 

“Eddieeee,” Steve dragged him to a stop, earning a chuckle out of him.

Eddie turned around and met Steve’s eyes. Found the churchyard, trapped in dawn, the sun breaking through the clouds at a time where Eddie and Steve would usually be sat at breakfast—after Steve came back from whatever run he did in the morning. They’d be sharing a plate by then, with food that Steve cooked up, listening to Eddie’s old records on the turntable Eddie had dug out from Wayne’s old stuff. Steve would have bandaids over his fingers. Eddie would ask about them—and Steve would hum until Eddie forgot ever asking. Take his hand and dance him around. Pretended the world didn’t exist for a moment—that they weren’t hurt everyday.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat. 

“Well, Steve, I don’t know. She likes to wake up early, though. She leaves conditioner in her hair, and can't go out without her favorite bracelet. Ma, she would sing this tune from a show—I forgot the name, I don’t remember—but all I knew was that Ma loved to sing it in the kitchen.” He swept Steve’s hand up to his face, pressing a kiss into the knuckle just cause he could. “She liked cats, and those silver wind chimes you’d see hangin’ from windows. I think my favorite memory of her is—” 

He thinned his lips to meet Steve’s eyes once more; how Steve was full of wonder and adoration. A soft vacuum in a world that held his mess. Eddie couldn’t think of anything more treacherous. Beautiful. 

“Is what, Eds?” Steve whispered, in a manner so reverent, like he knew how Eddie was looking at him then. Caught in the dredges of his heart. If only he knew.

Eddie suddenly felt shy. Christ.

“Every time I called her a hero, she’d light up like a fucking Christmas tree. She knew how much I loved superheroes an’ shit back then. I was fucking ridiculous.” Eddie shook his head, laughing through his nose. “She’d take me out on Fridays, get me those jelly ice pops and sit by the curb. Good shit. We’d count the birds that flew by—name ‘em some stupid things—like Spot, or Dot or whatever.” Steve throwing his head back in a laugh didn’t make the names so stupid, so Eddie grinned softly in return. Continued, “We’d watch the sunset, and sing a few songs too. We’d wait until Pa left so we could go home. The best days were always when the bastard was gone. Ma always made shit better somehow. It’s her magic powers or something. It always blew my mind.”

Eddie took a shaky breath. Steve tightened his grip and he looked over.

He didn’t know what he saw, but he knew what Steve was seeing. He was looking at Eddie, and the jagged mire inside him; broken and scarred over. Steve’s body—just this time, reflected in Eddie’s heart. A hurt manor, full of cracked windows and creaky doors. Alcoves of people—in a life that nearly fell apart. 

Steve wasn’t scared to take a look.

“She sounds amazing,” Steve told him, “and you turned out amazing. Fucking amazing. I’m glad she was there to love you. That she was your superhero—your mom.”

As if Eddie wasn’t fucked up for always losing people. For constantly loving and being left behind. For caring so much, that he felt like he was suffocating the people he wanted to stay; squeezing them so tight in his grasp, that his grip—his care—was horrifying. A desperate thing that forced people to leave. That he was a broken boy, always forced to stay. 

But this was Steve, daunting and fearless. Loved with scars, never without them—because what the fuck kinda bastard would say shit like that right off the bat?

Eddie didn’t know what to say, except, “She was. And you know what? I think she’d love you too,” which was the truth.

Because it was kinda like that. Seeing the people you loved, reflected in the people you were loving. 

Mallory Munson would’ve probably loved Steve Harrington for how similar they were. Maybe they had the same look in their eyes. People who gave a bit too much; who worried for the future, and what it would bring. Who had people for whom they cared for a lot; for whom they gave themselves up to. People who might be facing this future—with or without them, so they gave themselves to the world—if only it meant that the world could love them a bit more easier.

Eddie looked at Steve and saw something familiar. It scared him. Made him feel tender and weak, in the face of something so fleeting. (In his grasp, squeezing, running away—dying.)

“I think I could love her too.” Steve whispered, and Eddie hoped (fucking hoped) that it was true. That he’d stay.

With that, they strode forward across the dead. 

And Eddie wondered if given the chance—he could love Steve Harrington any easier too. 

[avirxy]

Does Steve and Eli have a role in your monster hunter au?

They do! Neither have been introduced properly yet, but their fall into monster hunting starts out due to their suspicion of the five, (Jim, Claire, Darci, Toby and Mary, who’s not around right now)

Eli’s been picking up on things for a while but after he and Steve see..something on a particular night with a rather full moon, I can’t fully explain the rest cause it’s really spoiler-y they agree to team up and figure out what’s really going with their classmates.

[apomaro-mellow]

I read a quick synopsis on wikipedia and watched a 1 minute clip on youtube let's do this

Karen Wheeler watched as her daughter went from the sweet, obedient girl she had grown to love into the opinionated, take-no-shit woman that she had become proud of. It was why she felt ready to give her this, to reveal the secret history of their family.

"Nancy, there's something you need to know", Karen said, interrupting her daughter hard at schoolwork.

"What is it?"

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you. For a while now, but it's...it's a little hard to swallow."

Nancy's brow furrowed. "Is this about you and dad?"

Karen let out a breath of laughter. If only it were that simple. She sat down on her daughter's bed and explained. Explained that she had come from a long line of the fabled Grimm family. And that it was their duty to hunt and destroy the monsters of the world. Karen knew it was hard for her to believe. But she had her reasons for telling her now.

Nancy's powers would awaken soon, and Mike not too far behind her. She didn't want this sneaking up on her children the way it did for her. Karen was rusty, but she was able to help Nancy with the basics of weaponry, practicing in an abandoned field where no one would see.

Well, almost no one.

Jonathan had been searching for his missing brother Will when he came upon the two Wheeler women, one teaching the other how to wield a hatchet. It was suspicious to say the least and Jonathan confronted her at school about it.

"What were you and your mom doing out there?"

"Out where?"

"Out there, with the axes." Jonathan got closer, nearly crowding her into the locker. "If you know something about Will-"

"Hey, back off Byers", Steve got between them, pushing Jonathan away.

"Nancy, you know something", Jonathan pressed, not even looking at Steve.

To Nancy, it all suddenly clicked. Benny's death, Will's disappearance, it was all....she thought about how she hadn't heard from Barb all day.

From that moment on, she was a girl on a mission. If this was her family legacy, that is, if this were to be her destiny, then so be it. She ignored Steve for as long as she could, until he somehow managed to tag along with her and Jonathan. She couldn't tell her mom, not yet. She'd just be told to slow down or that she wasn't ready.

"You said you're new to all this, so how are we going to find whatever took Will?", Jonathan asked.

"I don't know but I know", Nancy said, understanding she wasn't being very helpful but didn't care right now. They were in the part of the woods where Will's bike had been found, not that far from Steve's house where Barb had last been seen.

"Have I mentioned how crazy this all is?", Steve asked.

"If you're going to be here, you need to accept that this is happening", Nancy said.

Steve closed his mouth because he wasn't leaving but if he talked he was definitely going to start bitching.

"Whatever that thing is, we can take it, right?", Jonathan asked.

Steve rolled his eyes. "What a great time to ask when we're already in the woods."

"It's three on one, we can take it", Nancy said. "We don't have a choice."

[grandwretch]

I have so much Steve/Nancy/Jonathan meta that the world needs to hear but my head hurts so fucking bad so ill just say this: Nancy and Jonathan ultimately have never understood Steve. Jonathan has never and probably will never even wanted to understand Steve. Nancy spent a long time struggling to see an actual person past what she wanted him to be, and then past his failure to live up to that vision. She might understand him better now, but she also might just be attracted to his more mature attitude-- but that's still not all of who he is.

and like let me be clear: they don't owe Steve their time and understanding. but until they actually get him as a person, they're honestly awful choices for Steve's friends or partners, because honestly there is very little difference between seeing someone as only the rich popular guy and seeing someone only as the one willing to do what needs to be done. and I'm not sure if they see all the other stuff yet.