Omg nobody is saying eddie is queer because he had a few bad relationships with women like can we sit here and be honest with ourselves and say that HIS RELATIONSHIPS (excluding marisol bro rlly fucked that one up) WERENT EVEN BAD!! But there have been sooo many reasons over the years to think Eddie is queer? "I don't like dating it feels like performing." Cut to Hen giving him an odd look. "Ive never seen a man turn off a woman with so much skill." "It's a gift." "They weren't my type." Like we could really keep going because the amount of tthings he says that just come off as glaringly queer is abundant. But then we can look to his past AND SEE THINGS THEREEE!!! Eddie didnt marry Shannon out of love but out of duty. Do you know how many queer men get married to women because they feel like its what they should do? Eddie isn't hanging on to Shannon out of love but because she was christophers mother. Everytime he talks about her its NEVER ABOUT HER! He never goes oh she was kind she was soft she was sweet she was literally anything a man would say about a woman they loved and lost. He just says she was Christophers mother. That doesn't sound like a man who truly romantically loved his wife.
Then moving on to Ana. She was quite literally the perfect woman. Like she stood by and helped him after he got shot and they had barely even rlly been dating when that happened. You cannot tell me that him having panic attacks every time he thinks of going any further with her isn't indication of queerness. Dude is struggling to make a family with women but is relaxed and happy making one with a man? QUEERRRRR. But once again this relationship was less about Eddie and more about Christopher. "My son loves her?" "Is that enough?" Like Buck was right it WASNT enough because he didnt even like her enough to introduce her as his gf to ravi (this was truly evil).
And okay maybe ur like "Ana was his first gf after Shannon ofc he was having panic attacks!" But then look at what happened with Marisol.. he tried to go a step further with her then immediately regretted it and asked her to leave right after. He struggles in all of his relationships because he cannot bring himself to feel what he's supposed to feel for them. I also truly believe the Kim thing was partially him self sabotaging his relationship.
I could honestly keep going and talk about the military and toxic masculinity, i could bring up him having to be the "man" of his house, hell i could bring up marisol being a nun. This MAN IS QUEER TO MEEEEEEE
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Hello! I read your platonic yandere Riddle fic and I absolutely loved it, and I wanna request something.
Since this is Silver birthday week, I was wondering if you could do platonic yandere Silver with a little brother reader who is a bit rebellious?
Jeez I'm writing this super late, but atleast it's getting done! Might be a little ooc because I don't know Silver well, but I tried! Thank you for requesting!
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Platonic Yandere Silver X Male-Reader
Since there wasn't much context given, I'm gonna say reader in this scenario is another human son Lilia adopted. Kinda just finding reader out in the middle of the woods with only a blanket and a note that said your name, and that you were free for for the taking.
You being the only other human in Silvers life is probably what first got the ball rolling for his yandere tendencies.
Since the moment Lilia brought you home, Silver naturally just gravitated towards you.
From staring at your pudgy little baby-face, to asking if he can help take care of you.
Lilia obviously noticed this and only made his light obsession with you worse.
Like by telling Silver,
"It'll be your job to keep your baby brother safe and sound when he grows up. He'll need his big brother there with him."
Totally helpful.
As you grew up you were constantly guarded by Silver. Literally everywhere you went, he would follow behind like a little duckling.
You want to play alone? Too bad, Silver wants to be there with you.
You never got so much as second of privacy or alone time with Silver around.
Even if you complained to Lilia he was no help.
You just had to deal with being constantly followed for your entire childhood. Never getting a single second of peace.
When it came time for Lilia to go N.R.C. you honestly felt nothing. You never really had the same bond with Lilia as his other sons and was kinda glad to have the prankster out of the house.
However with Lilia gone meant that's Silver became the step-in dad.
You guys were teenagers and way past the age of having to be looked after constantly. But Silver insisted on looking after you more.
That pissed you off and you begun having a rebellious streak.
From Blatant disregard, to sneaking out of the cabin at night you did everything in your power to piss off Silver.
And boy oh boy did it work.
He could deal with you ignoring him, he's fine with it. But you sneaking out? Hell no.
Not only did you piss him off but you scared him half to death.
Especially since when you came back in the morning you bruises and cuts littering your body.
That's when decides to put a quick end to your little rebellion.
..by chaining you to your bed.
"I'm sorry, but I can't see you hurt again. You might not care for yourself but I do. Right now your a danger to yourself. Scream at me all you want, it won't change a thing. But I need you to be safe, okay?"
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could I request something from Eddie’s POV? maybe where he and the reader are pretty friendly but just about acquaintances and he’s kind of obsessed with her (in a semi creepy but mostly he’s so in love) thank you thank you
thank you for your request, I love writing in eddie’s pov it’s so fun. hope this is okay!!
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Eddie Munson is never going to get over the fact that you, the prettiest, sweetest girl he’s ever met, actually wants to be in his company. What’s more, you want to endure Hellfire to spend more time with him.
Hellfire, as its name suggests, is not far from hot hell. He still doesn’t know why you’re here.
“Edster.” Your voice is a little jokey as you nudge Eddie’s elbow with your own, your shoulder pressing into his. “Y’didn’t go and get lost on me again, did you?”
Eddie blinks. “What?”
You giggle, a sweet sound that makes Eddie lightheaded. “Nothing, bub.” Your hand lands on his knee and you give him a squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How long til your club gets here?”
Eddie forgets how to speak. Your hand sets his entire leg on fire. He fishes around his brain for an answer.
“Oh, um. I dunno, they should be here soon.” Eddie rubs the back of his boiling hot neck. “Maybe five minutes?”
Whether you notice his lack of coherent speech or not, Eddie doesn’t know. You stand and suddenly Eddie’s staring right at the back of your thigh, your skin exposed by your short skirt. He thinks he might die on the spot.
Eddie talks without really meaning to, his mouth spilling words before he can stop them. “So, um. Why are you here again?”
He’d meant it like why are you hanging out with me, a total loser? But he’d accidentally made it sound like he doesn’t want you here, which is definitely not the case. You turn from where you're poised over the table, looking understandably offended.
Eddie scrambles. “I-I mean.” He’s definitely red in the face. Definitely. He scrubs the back of his neck again like that will help. “You don’t even like Dungeons and Dragons.”
Understanding crosses your face and then a flash of something akin to embarrassment, though it’s so quick Eddie thinks he might’ve imagined it. You shrug and round the table, your perfectly lacquered nails dragging over the wood.
“I dunno,” you say, voice a pitch higher than usual but Eddie’s so up in his head he doesn’t notice. “Seems kinda fun to watch.”
“It’s not.”
You snort. “You’re not being a very good advocate of your own club right now, Eddie.”
Eddie laughs, because you’re funny and you’re pretty and he has no idea how the fuck he’s supposed to act around you. Meanwhile, you’re leaning over the table to pick up a dice, your necklaces dangling. Eddie accidentally looks straight at your chest and then hastily looks away, his face burning. He really needs to get this staring problem under control.
“Eddie, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve got a dice in your hands, fiddling with it in your ringed fingers. But you’re frowning. “You look distracted.”
I’ve been caught, Eddie thinks. Red handed.
“Who, me?” He says jauntily, hitching what he hopes is a convincing grin onto his face. “I’m fine. Just thinkin’.”
You snort. “Eddie Munson, thinking?” You tease, sarcasm drenching your tone. “What about?”
“Super important Hellfire stuff,” Eddie lies through his teeth.
You look like you maybe know he’s lying but then he’s saved by the door opening and loud voices flooding in. In come his clan of nerds, louder than a band of monkeys.
“Hey, Eddie!” Says one of them.
“Oh, hi, Y/N,” says another.
“Didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend to club today!” Says Gareth gleefully.
Eddie groans. “Fuck off, Gareth.”
His face burning, Eddie looks to you, an apology on the tip of his tongue but you’re giggling and looking almost as flushed as he feels.
Mid-laugh you meet Eddie’s gaze and smile at him in a way that he doesn’t quite understand but makes his heart race anyway.
“It’s okay,” you mouth, before he can apologise for his friend’s absurd behaviour.
Eddie’s thinking about it for the entire rest of the meeting.
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