in regards to the constant dismissal of his aroace identity, i hate it when alastor 'fans' say and use the excuse: "he's fictional, he won't get offended."
like, you're right, but it can and will offend us.
when you see yourself being represented on screen, of course you'd feel enthusiastic about it — representation allows individuals to see themselves reflected in the media they consume, validating their identities and experiences. but when so many people take that representation and decide to disregard and discard it, it is so fucking frustrating. we finally have another character to be part of the tiny amount of representation we have, but then people don't even care about how much it means to us? like yeah, alastor won't get offended because he's not real, but it frustrates and annoys us. do you realize that it's also technically invalidating the aroace community? that you're invalidating our feelings? imagine feeling like you're finally being seen because your orientation is finally being represented in media, and people just decide to blatantly ignore, discard, and invalidate it.
media has such a powerful influence on real life, representation being a prevalent factor of it. there are numerous posts that dictate how people went to watch a movie/show or read a book just because a character depicts their identity in it — obviously, being represented is an incredibly uplifting and validating experience.
which is why seeing an aroace character in a popular show is so meaningful to us because we live in a world where romance and sex are literally everywhere and prioritized above all else. (and it's pretty obvious that alastor's on the repulsed end of the spectrum, but even if he wasn't, at least make an effort to acknowledge his sexuality instead of continuing to portray him as allo; aroace folks can be in relationships but it's not going to be the same thing with allos' experiences.)
any and every representation matters, but why does that seem to stop at people under the aroace spectrum? like y'all can't even let us appreciate the scraps of representation we have. we barely have any, so are we really that dramatic for being upset at how people easily disregard and dismiss our identities that are being depicted on screen just like that? is it truly wrong of us to want to defend and maintain the little representation we have?
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𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲..?
synopsis. greeting them after a tiring day at practice + stuff i’d like to do with them
word count. 1k
characters. tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji, oikawa tooru
warnings. reader is called princess (in oikawa's part), lil suggestive?? + mentions of a wound (in tsukishima’s part), reverse comfort, lil angst if u squint, CLICHE STUFF
notes. asdfghjkfghj first time posting my works here! hope y'all enjoy reading it heheh-
𖤐 tsukishima k.
“tadaima,” you heard a soft voice accompanied by the click of the door closing.
“kei!” you exclaimed, lips instantly tugged into a smile as you run towards your boyfriend. you crashed into him, almost knocking him backwards. “okaeri,” you said while inhaling his familiar scent and wrapping your arms around his lean frame.
tsukishima only hummed in response, though he was quick to return the embrace and press a kiss to the crown of your head.
“how was practice today?” you asked as you pulled away from the hug. but your smile vanished and transformed into a somewhat panicked expression when you saw a huge bruise on your lover’s cheek. “oh my gosh, kei. what happened?!”
“a certain someone accidentally hit the ball towards my face,” he replied, wincing in pain as you gently laid your hand on top of the bruise, your thumb stroking the red and blue-ish skin.
“hinata?”
“who else,” the blonde averted his gaze and sighed. “don’t worry, i already compressed it with an icepack.”
you suddenly grinned. “doesn’t look worse than that hickey you gave me–”
“urusai.” tsukishima glared at you, his face flushed red. “don’t you dare mention that.”
“i’m joking, i’m joking,” you laughed. your hand was still resting on his cheek, which, to him, somehow did a better job of making the pain hurt less than the icepack. he gingerly took your hand and guided it towards his lips before pressing a soft kiss onto your palm.
“can we eat dinner now?” he mumbled against your skin, causing you to squirm at the ticklish feeling.
“of course we can,” smiling even wider than before, you pulled your arm away and slipped it around his as both of you walked to the kitchen.
𖤐 akaashi k.
you were a little surprised when you came out of the bathroom and found your boyfriend slumped across the sofa. you were happy, of course, and couldn’t wait to eat dinner and spend some time with him. but the tired expression on his face forced yourself to postpone all the hugs and kisses you were ready to shower him with.
“keiji?” you tried, your voice soft and careful.
akaashi slowly opened his eyes, emerald hues boring into your own (e/c) eyes. he slightly pulled his lips to the sides. “hey, sweetheart.”
“rough day at practice?” you asked again, this time making your way to the sofa.
“hm,” the boy mumbled. you were now sitting cross-legged beside him. slowly, you placed your hands on either side of his face, guiding him to lie down on your lap. akaashi instantly melted into your touch, and you could almost see his fatigue evaporating into nothingness as he finally settled comfortably on your legs.
“tell me everything,” you said gently. your fingers were already getting to work, untangling and smoothing out akaashi’s raven locks. he let out a sigh of contentment and closed his eyes a second time.
silence hung in the air – though it felt peaceful and comforting to both of you rather than awkward. you were still busy playing with your boyfriend’s hair. knowing he wasn’t much of a talker, you didn’t press for answers. besides, wasn’t simply being there for him enough?
“i’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” he whispered. “‘m too tired right now,”
you hummed in response. “do you want to eat dinner, then? after that–”
“can we stay like this for a little longer?”
you looked down at his face, a little surprised when you found akaashi already staring lazily back at you. you smiled before cupping his cheeks and placing a quick kiss to his nose. “actually, i think i’d like that, too.”
𖤐 oikawa t.
you yelped as you felt two cold arms encircling your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. you quickly turned off the stove and pulled the earplugs from your ears before turning around, only to see your boyfriend’s face nestling comfortably on your shoulder.
“tooru?!” you exclaimed. “oh my god, i’m so sorry. why didn’t you tell me you’re home?”
he grinned, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”
despite his playful tone, you could see the fatigue overshadowing his features. how it made his smile look a little less genuine, how it gave him subtle frown wrinkles across his forehead, how it caused his voice to sound groggy. “tooru?” you called to him softly. “did anything happen at practice?”
that earned a small chuckle from him. “you know me so well, princess,”
“tooru…”
“tell me about your day instead,” he interjected. “mine’s too shitty to talk about.”
this didn’t seem like the oikawa tooru you knew. he’d usually protest and complain nonstop about how terrible practice was, how frustrating his underclassmen were, or literally any other bad thing about his day. something really bad must’ve happened that it caused him to be this quiet.
“was it that bad?” you asked again, this time turning around and cupping his cheeks in your hands. they’re so cold, you thought silently.
“not as bad as how i must’ve smell like right now,” the brunette grinned again. “i’ll go take a shower, m’kay?”
“tooru, look at me.” you demanded, tightening your hold on the sides of his face, which made him tense a little. “i need to know if something happened. please tell me what’s wrong.”
oikawa stared at you and sighed, his smile faltering. “everything,” he whispered before roughly dumping his forehead on your shoulder. “i dunno… it all just feels so tiring…”
you noticed how his fingers were rubbing the letters of ‘i love you’ on your back. you carefully lifted your arms and hugged him back, your fingers tracing the shape of a heart right below his shoulder. a silent ‘i love you, too’.
“will a movie marathon cheer you up?” you asked after a few while. “i can make you some ice cream sandwiches, too, if you want.”
“with milk bread?” he muttered into your neck.
“with milk bread.”
you felt his lips form a smile against your skin, and despite how you couldn’t see it, it felt more genuine this time.
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