"You're perfect, but you're not for me" Bloo x Reader

"I'll hold your hand and float down this river"

It's been an hour or two since you've been over at Bloo's house. Unknown to your knowledge, Bloo has been zoning off with a sick feeling at the pit of his stomach. This shouldn't be happening, he thought. He doesn't need someone to do this for him. He's very capable of doing this himself. Thoughts swarming his mind as he sits on the couch while you continue cleaning up his place. Bloo can't help but describe this feeling as frustration, anger and maybe even a bit of regret. The frustration of the feelings he had felt during his breakup. The anger he had when he walked home after what had happened that one night. Last, but not least, the regret on even opening that door for you to walk in here. He doesn't need your pity. He can't control it anymore. "Can you get out". You turn your head towards him confused on the sudden demand. "I bet you're just here because you think I'm too weak to even take care of myself, right? Aww- Poor Bloo! Well, I don't need someone and I never did. I can handle everything myself like I always have been".

Tying the trash bag, you look over Bloo's expressions. "Bloo, I said I wanted to help because I was worried about your well-being. I care about you, but that doesn't mean I feel forced to do this for you. I want to do this because you're my friend, and I care about you. I would hope that you would do the same for me if I was in your position". Putting the last piece of garbage in the bin, you start to collect your belongings. It was no use of you being there if your presence wasn't welcomed in the first place. You felt like it was almost wrong for you to get angry with him because of the events that occurred. No matter what though, if Bloo needed you, he should come to you himself. You didn't have the energy to try and help the narcissistic TV only for him to argue and push you away. You left without saying anything to him, and didn't hear the mumbled goodbye that Bloo said as you walked out the door.

Walking home, you start to wonder how Trevor put up with this. You silently applaud him for that because Bloo can be insanely stubborn. Maybe the breakup was for his own good. Although you feel bad thinking this, it's the truth. You begin to think about Bloo and how everything could be fixed between him and Trevor. Let's face it; Bloo really misses Trevor even though he said that he's better off without him. If things were to be fixed, Bloo would have to change. Really change. It'll be difficult to try and do this considering how he snapped at you for trying to help him out. However, Trevor was Bloo's world for some time, and he truly loved him even though some of the things that he's done completely contradicts that statement. He's just so narcissistic for his own good that he can't think of anyone else but himself. That's the main reason that prevents salvaging this relationship. Bloo needs to change in order for that to happen.

Opening up the front door, you throw your keys on the table. The pain of a headache strikes through your skull like a spear. Grimacing, you stumble into your bathroom for the medicine cabinet. Carefully taking the cap off, you take the normal dosage hoping that it will help with the throbbing pain. Going back to your living room, you flop down on your comfortable couch, groaning. Today has been stressful, and you went over to Bloo's house just to get turned down after trying to help him. You may have lost this battle, but you will not lose the war when it comes to trying to put him back on his feet. Determined to do this, you mentally take notes on ways to try and do this. Only for the pain to come back. Ouch. Maybe that'll have to wait. For now, you lay your head down on the fluffy pillows that rest on your couch. Staring at the blank TV across the room, you look back at yourself. Your eyelids become heavy as you slowly close your eyes drifting off into the black void of sleep.

However, a restful night of sleep isn't what Bloo is receiving. He's laying down in his bed, tossing and turning. A tornado of thoughts erupts in his mind about Trevor. It's not too late. He can still fix everything, he thought. Lost with that thought, Bloo was the one who did fix everything. Always being the one to fix Trevor's easily preventable mistakes, and not to mention the messes that would occur after the parties. The utter dump after the parties. Trevor couldn't live without him, he just couldn't. How could he ever live like that? His whole house is a wreck from all of the ridiculous frat parties that he would always have. Bloo could just imagine it right now. Trevor in his fenced-up backyard, shirtless, while chugging a keg full of who-knows-what concoction. Meanwhile, Bloo would be in the other room spamming him with messages and wondering when he would ever talk to him again during the night. It's hilarious that Bloo would have to clean up the mess with Trevor the next morning without saying much to each other. Actually, it would just be Bloo cleaning it up since Trevor would be too hungover to be much of a help, but it's only rare when he actually is helpful.

Trying to rid the those useless thoughts, his mind turns to what happened previously with you. He can't wrap around the fact why you would even come to his house in the first place. Why would he ever need help when he can take care of himself. He's been doing it for years. Bloo's just in denial of the fact that no matter what, he'll push away anyone who tries to get too close to him. Anyone who wants to creep inside his mind to read all of his thoughts. Almost like he's protecting himself from getting hurt by building up a wall. The only reason why he provides himself with praise and superiority which only comes off as narcissistic behavior. If only he could realize this himself. Reaching for his remote on his bedside table, he lazily turns down the brightness on his screen to a comfortable setting where he can drift off to. Before falling asleep, he remembers how easy it was to fall sleep when Trevor was there wrapped in his arms. The soft music that would play when Trevor would lull Bloo to sleep. It sounds cliche, but it was the best night sleep that Bloo has gotten in a good while. While reminiscing about the past and the good times could be a good way of acceptance of the past mistakes, it could be Bloo's downfall to truly getting over Trevor.