LISTEN. Just imagine. Werewolf Eddie, sad little virgin doomed to a life of just his hand because how is he going to explain to a sexual partner that his dick has a knot?
Slutty Steve Harrington finds out and one thing leads to another and he’s straight savior-ing poor Eddie. Just a bro helping another bro. Some mutual masturbation, and he gets to see his knot.
Except he gets dickmatized by the idea of Eddie’s dirty taboo werewolf dick and next thing he knows, he’s probably into guys because he can’t stop thinking about the knot expanding inside him.
Meanwhile, Eddie is like holy shit holy shit holy shit.
Things spiral. They’re fucking recklessly—like seriously reckless, like they’re two idiots jumping off a cliff together. Eddie’s losing his mind because all these werewolf buttons inside his hind brain are being pressed and he’s trying to be cool, like the coolest most regular chill guy ever, except Steve is all over him like he belongs to Eddie and they’re knotting like crazy and Eddie’s not sure he can convince his wolf that Steve isn’t actually his.
But it’s fine. They’re having fun. And to be honest, they’re getting there—Steve isn’t completely repressed, he’s been aware that maybe what they’re doing is more serious than what he told himself when it all started. But they’re still two idiots, so, you know, no conversations are happening.
Until life forces the conversation when it turns out that werewolf magic overpowers human biology, if you know what I mean wink wink nudge nudge.
So we’ve got bi-awakening, size queen Steve, werewolf mating & accidental pregnancy all in one beautiful camp story and I need it now.
Like I need about 10 different interpretations, we’re seriously lacking werewolf Eddie and it just makes so much sense. Nerd in the streets, werewolf instincts in the sheets, c’mon.
