When you think about it, it’s actually quite sad and scary how many people ship Karamel not seeing how unhealthy and toxic the relationship itself is. They perceive the relationship as something normal thinking that’s the exact way all relationships should work because “who cares the guy treats the girl like shit if he’s hot;” they literally aspire to have relationship just like that only because that’s exactly what they’ve seen/read
being romanticized and glamorized for all those years in movies, books or TV shows. And that is exactly why representation matters.
Many Karamel fans are feeling insulted when someone tells them their ship is unhealthy and instead of listening for once they just give us irrelevant arguments, top it off with “it’s just a ship, chill,” and block us. No, the reason why many people are pissed off at what has been happening to Supergirl ever since CW happened is not that we are “heterophobic” or “trying to ruin your fun with shipping,” it’s the fact that there are many young people watching the show, looking up mostly to Kara, and when they see a scene where Mon-El literally intentionally insults her in front of everyone because something didn’t go his way but she ends up with him at the end of the episode anyway because that’s what “she’s supposed to do,” no one’s gonna tell them “well, that’s actually bullshit; that’s not how relationships should work.” And to top this all off, after episode those young people go around Twitter or Tumblr and all they see is y’all calling Kara a bitch and swooning 😍😍😍 over Mon-El calling Kara selfish for no apparent reason because that was so cute, relationship goals 👌👌👌.
So maybe try to pull your heads out of your asses for once, see what’s right in front of you and just stop. Don’t glamorize something unhealthy only because you find Chris Wood hot or whatever other reason you have.
Based on this post I made, some people wanted me to write it out, so I am! Here’s the first one with RichiexEddie, and I plan on doing the other 2 soon. It’s not very well written oops but hey it’s my best shot at sitting down for an hour??????? It’s also longer than intended so oops???????
tbh i want more epsilon characterization where he isn’t just like church to fit in bc he was expected to. like s7, where he’s more upbeat and just wants to be worshipped and shoot lasers, or really anything where he’s less of everyone’s replacement for alpha church yknow?
like every member of the bgc pretty much just views him as alpha. the only main person he interacts with who doesn’t see him as church (right away, anyway) is carolina, and that’s because she never met alpha even wash eventually just reads him as Church, and wash knew him during pfl (if u count dying as getting to know someone, i guess)
anyway in summary: let epsilon develop his own personality that isnt “replacement for alpha,” cowards
michelle was wearing a black long sleeved shirt with a pink spaghetti strap dress over top and her hair pulled back in a bun. i was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black cropped tank top. i wasn’t much of the party type but i defiantly had a better style than MJ.
“okay so what are we even doing here?” michelle asked as we sat outside of the booming house. the bass was loud enough to hear it from blocks away, the home was huge. it was a classic liz allan party, but at this one i was gonna find out who spiderman is.
“we are gonna find out who spiderman is” i declared out loud while storming out of the car. i could hear her groan and slam the car door shut. i smiled proudly to myself knowing that i won.
michelle and i entered the party and there was bodies everywhere, the smell of alcohol filled the room. flash was the DJ, liz was running around making everything perfect but in reality a bunch of drunk highschool kids couldn’t care less.
i noticed at the back of the room peter parker in his normal attire, jeans, a science t-shirt, and a flannel over top. next to him ned sported a large, confident smile and and a fedora hat. i laughed at the sight but he rocked that hat.
“lets go say hi!” i pulled michelle along with me to go see peter and ned. hopefully peter remembers me from when he helped me out in the hallway a few days ago. i wouldnt call it a crush but there was some sort of safety i felt when i was around peter, i don’t know exactly what it is though.
“hey peter!” i said excitedly running up to him michelle’s standing behind me grumpily with her arms crossed.
“oh” he said taken by surprise. “hey y/n y-you look amazing” peters face turned beet red and ned held in a snort from behind him. “thank you” i smiled at him before continuing the conversation with something awkward because i’m not sly at all.
“so..” i started speaking before i realized how awkward this conversation would really be. “this is a great party” i smiled to the two guys who looked just as awkward as me.
we looked like children, me and michelle on one side of the room and ned and peter on the other side. “this party is lame” michelle said bluntly and i let out loud laugh at the facial expressions that peter and ned sent her. that seemed to help lighten the mood, i could already tell peter was tense.
“i heard spiderman was gonna show up” michelle said looking at me. i felt my jaw drop to the floor, ned started giggling, and peters mouth parter slightly as his hands dug a little deeper into the pocket of his jeans.
“u-uh yeah i mean i don’t know maybe” he shrugged refusing to make eyecontact. i opened my mouth to speak up but was cut of by flash speaking through the speakers.
“anyone who wants to play a game come on to the carpet, even you’re invited penis parker” flash grinned pointing at peter, “and maybe while we’re playing mr. spiderman will join us” he added sarcastically rolling his eyes at peter.
a small crowd of kids maybe about 10 people were sitting on the carpet. i wouldnt mind participating i thought to myself. i made quite a bold move, i grabbed peters hand and began pulling him toward the carpet.
“i’m not gonna let you guys be boring and awkward all night” i said sternly to peter, i could hear ned laughing a few feet away. “that includes you too ned” i looked up and he groaned walking toward peter and i.
by the time i got us all to the carpet, yes i even got MJ there. it was announced that we were playing seven minutes in heaven. flash was standing in the middle of the circle speaking.
“the rules are easy, you get picked the bottle gets spun and you guys go in the closet to do whatever for seven minutes” flash winked to no one in particular. i usually wasn’t the party game type but i couldn’t help get the slightest bit anxious when flash barked peters name.
“parker!” he shouted suddenly over the pouch music catching everyone’s attention. “spin the bottle” flash smirked at him. i watched as peter wiped his hands on his jeans nervously, he took slow shakes steps toward the bottle, when he spun it, it felt like time was moving slowly.
i didn’t want it to land on anyone else, i would feel angry, hurt. i didn’t know what the feeling was i didn’t want to discover what it was nor did i want it to stay. but the feeling in the pit of my stomach went away when the bottle came to a slow right infront of me.
i looked up to see peters hands stuffed in his pockets, his brown eyes filled with something looking like relief. “okay parker and y/n you’ve got seven minutes make them count” flash winked while offering you a hand to stand up.
i stood up on my own brushing past his hand earning a series of ‘ohhhs’ and ‘damnn’s’. i grabbed peters arm and i led him into the closet hand in hand. i could he whistles and wolf howels behind us coming from the drunk teenage crowd.
“w-we don’t have to do anything” he started speaking. peter was cute i have to be quite honest. it was his soft features that gave him a cute boyish look but there was a whole different part of me that wanted to kiss those lips, run my hand through his soft curls, hold his hands.
“i-im a loser and your not and you don’t wanna be stuck in here and your so pretty and well i’m me so you know ned dragged me here i didn-” peter was nervously rambling on and on flailing his arms around almost hitting me in the head due to the limited space in the closet.
i placed my finger over his lips while making a shushing noise. “y-yeah i can shush” he mumbled against my finger not breaking the eyecontact as i shushed him even louder trying to over power his voice.
this kid never shuts up.
“oh okay” he spoke softly, his voice barley above a whisper before finally shutting up. there was something about this boy, i couldn’t put my finger on it. he made me feel safe when i was with him, he makes me feel safe with just his presence alone. i was about to pull my hand away from peter when i realized how close we really were.
our foreheads were nearly touching, my finger still on his lips as we starred into eachothers eyes. when peter looked this deep into my eyes i felt vulnerable as if he could read me like an open book. i could feel peters hand slowly take hold of my waist, it was as if he was waiting for me to pull away from his touch rather than lean into it.
peters face began leaning close to mine, he licked his lips before he pushed his lips on to mine. i wasnt taken by surprise but i did stumble slightly. i immediately responded to the touch of his lips on mine, it was so familiar. his tongue ran smoothly over my lips as if he was painting a perfect canvas. peters other hand made his way to cup my cheek and at that moment i practically fell into his touch.
this is him.
i pulled back from peter looking at him, his chocolate brown eyes, his flushed red checks, his mess hair from my fingers running through it, and lastly his swollen lips.
“peter it was you that night” i said finally to him. i could see his mouth open to protest but i continued speaking, “peter i couldn’t stop thinking about you for eight weeks” i was breathless.
peter parker is my masked hero.
“peter your spiderman” was the last thing i said before flash opened the closet door, “times up!” he shouted. peter gave me one last look before he ran, he started running out of the house and he didn’t look back at me. he kept running, i tried to chase after him but i couldn’t catch up.
i finally found my friendly neighbourhood spiderman but it looks like he wasn’t lost and he definitely didn’t want to be found.
the next few days peter wasn’t at school, that wasn’t like him he has never missed a day in his whole life. i always see those brown curls sitting two rows infront of me in the class but for the past few days it’s been an empty brown desk.
michelle has tried to talk to me about it, even ned but i wouldn’t listen. after school i told michelle i was going straight home but that was a lie i found myself walking the streets of queens looking for an apartment building.
when i finally came across the right one i walked in, i walked to the third floor and stood silently infront of the second door. i slowly pulled my hand up to knock on the door.
knock. knock. knock.
and i waited.
i heard the click of a door opening and i looked up to a pair of chocolate brown eyes.
“i’m sorry” were the first two words that came from him mouth.
uhhh hi it’s your local loser here again but this time im full of love (pls excuse the lack of a banner im. lazy and i have writing to do hsjfdsj)!! over the past few monhs, i’ve made a Heckton of new mutuals nd i want to appreciate all of u because you all mean a Lot to me nd make my crocodile heart sing, so here goes!! (im sorry in advance if i mess up your notifs this got too long nd im the worst :(()
Quill didn’t know how to feel about the baby. She would spend hours looking down at it’s round, fragile face always as read as an open wound. Charles and the Polish one thought it was out of love, that she stood watching over it like some sort of maternal goddess, protecting it, caring for it. Positively foolish.
In fact she knew exactly how she felt about that baby, she hated it.
Maybe hate was a little strong but she didn’t love it. Mothers on this planet all talk about their instant connection with their offspring, they speak of their love as it it were a magical supernatural bond, something to be celebrated rather than just a deeply ingrained hereditary human trait to protect ones own genes. The Quill don’t have that, you see, this part isn’t supposed to happen, she should be dead.
But then the Doctor had came. He whisked her into his magical little box (well, little on the outside) and fixed everything as he so loves to do. Quill had tried to fight him but the Doctor knows best, she woke up after just a few short hours with a baby by her side. And Quill ended up back on that miserable ball of dirt but this time with a baby that she never wanted.
How could she want it? It was a reminder of a man she could have loved, a reminder of a trial that had won her back her freedom but cost her so much.
Sometimes she wished that she had died in childbirth. By the time the thing was ready to rip it’s way out of her she had prepared herself, her death was supposed to be inevitable. That’s the worst thing about motherhood to a Quill, the outcome is inevitable. War you can prepare yourself for, an enemy comes charging at you in a battle you can fight it, fear no matter how much you feel as though you are drowning in it, you can always fight your way through. But this is the one thing a Quill can’t fight.
And that’s the thing Quill was most ashamed of, she was glad. Part of her was so tired of fighting, she had fought the Rhodia, then the Shadowkin, then the grief and sorrow that took over her life. And to add insult to injury the non-stop stream of aliens that came pouring through the gap. She was tired. She screamed and shouted about being war itself and fighting until her last breath just to drown out the voices in her head telling her to give up.
She had no right to call herself Quill, her people were warriors now what is she, a mum. People who were to become mothers were pitied by the Quill, their fates had been sealed, so of course her people were not maternal. Quill could never be a mother she just didn’t know how.
But yet she persisted, she got up every morning, cared for the child (even if she still refused to look it in the eye) and still carried on living because that’s the trick you just keep on living even while those emotions consume you because that’s what a warrior does, they survive even when they don’t want to.
hello long time no write fic. that made no sense i’m sorry but i hope you enjoyed this :D
i know a lot of people in this fandom really love quill (as do i) so i hope i did her justice, i hope it didn’t come across that i was saying she was cold and unfeeling because she’s not it’s just that i know a lot of people that have gone through post natal depression and it just made a lot of sense to me that quill might go through some of those feelings, you know? motherhood wouldn’t come naturally to her.
i haven’t read a lot of class fanfiction in a while so if this has been done 1000 times soz but i wanted to write this so i did. i have never written any proper angst either (this hardly counts) but if you have any feedback feel free to lmk.
i was literally that gif of Tom Haverford smiling while the camera zoomed in when i saw part 3 was up,,,,my crops are growing, my skin is clear, i have straight a's & my son won first at the science fair because of that chapter