Bloodstream (1985) // dir. Michael J. Murphy
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Bloodstream (1985) // dir. Michael J. Murphy
" I am my father's daughter, but I'm nothing like him at all "
ft. Oikawa Toru . ooc! characters . toxic relationships . oikawa kinda being a bum . he's so bae tho . not proofread . badly written
cw: mild ed mention and the tiniest implication of sh
And come over you did. It was refreshing to finally be in the presence of just Oikawa. No fangirls, none of his friends teasing you two, and no stingy parents up on your ass.
Oikawa’s attention is fixated on the screen, light illuminating the room… and his disgustingly beautiful face. Your head lying on his shoulder as he has his arm draped over yours. The ambience was just right.
You didn’t mean to ruin the mood. You found so much comfort in the moment, but you just had to ruin it. Just like your father.
“Toru,” you began, carefully finding words.
“What are we?”
Apparently you weren’t careful enough. Immediately jolting, you felt empty without his arm over you.
“Cutie,” he frowns, never once looking at you, “Don’t distract me right now.”
And for some strange reason your heart shattered. Your head no longer rested against him, man you were no longer remotely close to him on the couch.
“What.. What do you mean? Toru, I want to figure this out,” you replied, heartbeat spiking out of fear.
He pauses the match, eyes that once held so much admiration were now just a taunting reminder of disgust.
“[Name], what are you? Are you my best friend or a fangirl?” He asked, “No, I’m being serious.”
“We WERE having a nice chill session, but you had to ruin it didn’t you?” he continued, each word screamed condescending.
Oikawa sighs, rubbing his nose bridge. “Your mom was right, you’re no different from your dad.”
“You constantly complain, you can’t take criticism for shit, you’re extremely loud and annoying. Fuck, you never seem to want to heal, is eating properly that difficult? You’re either eating enough for a whole farm or you’re just not eating. It genuinely cannot be that difficult, quit doing that stupid shit to yourself. And all those cu—”
Oikawa’s monologue was interrupted by a small choke, and bless the lords for the dark atmosphere.
“What? Did I strike a nerve?”
“Oh… I’m sorry,” you apologized. Why were you apologizing? You just asked a simple question, that’s all you did. Apologizing for everything like you did when you were a child.
“I’m sorry if I’m too much,” you mumbled, “I’m sorry, Oikawa.”
The second his last name left your lips and the second you got up, he finally understood everything he said.
Everything hits him like a truck, “oh fuck!” Oikawa curses as he scrambles towards your retreating form.
But, he’s a beat too late.
Oikawa was never one to back down, so when his texts no longer went through, he found himself at your door. Knuckles knocking profusely against the wooden material.
He wasn’t surprised that no one responded, who would at this ungodly hour?
Maybe, just maybe, the heavens felt pity for him, because your mother opened the door.
“Oh, Toru, what a surprise. Are you here for [name]?” She teases.
Your mother wasn’t horrible, she just wasn’t the greatest. She’ll treat strangers so much kinder than you, but who’s asking?
“Yes, yes! I’m here for her, please just let me in— I need to talk to her, right now!” he rambles.
Oikawa pushes past your mother, earning a scoff in return. He bangs on your bedroom door, begging for you to open the door.
“[Name]? Are you in there? Please don’t ignore me!” He pleads, voice cracking as he feels his throat tighten.
He stops knocking the second he hears the smallest sob coming from the bathroom. His gaze immediately shoots to the other closed door, body hesitating to move.
“[Name]? I’m sorry,” Oikawa whispers, “Open the door, please. Please open it for me, yeah? Please? I want this, I swear I do.”
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOOSE ASS MAN 🙂↕️🙂↕️ literally he's so bae i love him meowmeowmeowmepw i'm honestly high ass balls so this is probably really shit haha anyways happybirthday to my man oikawa toru #professionallarperofhqsince2020 also bloodstream genuinely hurts me so bad i hate that song
The boys is they had emotion spectrum rings
Grace: Blue channels and invokes hope
Simon: Red channels and invokes rage
Rocky: Green channels and invokes will
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this is my bloodstream after that scene was injected
hehe
“im so glad i made it out”
„And I‘m crying on my mamas floor, why don‘t you want this anymore?“