#bloo x reader

[strawb3rryw00]

im gone ♡⃛ bloo x female reader

warnings -> mentions of drug and alcohol use

synopsis -> y/n picks drunk bloo up from a party

fluff :)

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Before the clock even struck 3, your phone lit up with a call from your boyfriend. “Baby~” he giggles into the phone. “I’m so gone.”

“Are you having fun?” You laugh at the slur in his voice, he knows how to put down some booze. You hear him yell at someone in the background to quiet down so he think before he answers you.

“No I’m not,” He whines. “You’re not here and theyre all mad at me for not convincing you to come. They’re so mean.” He huffs, a laugh escaping your lips. “Loopy hyung said you’re more fun to drink with.”

“After the last party, I’m good for awhile.” You hear Loopy laugh in the back ground.

“I watch the video of you jumping off the deck at least twice a week,” His voice suddenly is loud in your ear, Daniel probably having put you on speaker.

“Baby I miss you, come get me right now,” Bloo suddenly whines, earning laughs from whoever is around him.

You think about the scenario that took place before he left, a smile tugging at your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to want to stay the whole time if you weren’t there, he was always like that.

“Pick me up around 3 am?” Daniel asked, leaning over the back of your chair to squeeze your shoulders.

You didn’t want to go out tonight. You finally got over your block and have been writing lyrics for your new album all day. Bloo was going to a house party that Owen was throwing. Usually you’d be up for it, even some of your label mates were going. But Daniel never passed up a night of drinking.

“Okay baby,” You smile at him, standing up to wish him farewell. After a few moments of pecks and mumbles of ‘I love you’ and ‘Dont work to hard’, Daniel left your studio and made his way to the party.

“Right now?” You grin, beginning to close everything in your studio down so you can leave.

“Yes, right now!” He groans, you can practically hear his pout.

You slip your shoes back on, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder while you pack up your laptop. “Okay baby. I’m coming.” You smile, grabbing your phone and jingling your keys so he can hear.

“Yay!”

The drive to Owen’s house from your studio isn’t far, it takes you about 10 minutes to get there. You park next to Jay Park’s bentley, making your way around back where the party is still very lively. You can hear laughter and faint music as you push through the gate, grinning once you see the group sitting in chairs around a fire.

Despite how calm it is now, you know it was crazy not to long ago by the empty beer cans and bottles scattered around the ground as well as a neglected beer pong game.

“Y/N!” Loopy calls to you, waving you over. You don’t see Daniel so you sit in a chair and join the conversation.

Devita leans over to you with a soft smile. “Girl, I came because I thought you were gonna be here and you weren’t.” You laugh, scooting your chair closer so she can hear you.

“I was going to but I wanted to work,” You return her smile watching as she rolls her eyes with a scoff.

“She just said she was going to come but she wanted to work!” She says louder so the others can hear, a laugh erupting from her throat.

“You’re literally always in your studio.” Jay shakes his head, leaning over to say something to Owen.

“The only time i’ve ever gotten you out was when I said we should go shopping,” Devita laughs again, her face a light pink from the alcohol.

“I can’t ever pass up new clothes.” She nods in agreement.

The group reels you in the conversation. You lose track of time after talking to them for about an hour, relaxing into your chair. You regret not coming, this is always the best part of Owen’s parties; a bunch of drunk people trying to have coherent conversations around a fire.

“So, y/n is here and no one decided to come get me?” Your attention is brought to Bloo who stands in the doorway of the house; no shirt, and one sock. “You know this really hurts because now I actually feel like you guys were serious about liking her more.”

“Oh we were,” Loopy jokes, earning a laugh from the group.

“Where are your clothes baby?” You ask, watching as the drunk man makes his way over to you. He shrugs as a reply and squeezes in the chair with you. Daniel leans into your body, arms thrown lazily around you, head tucked into your neck.

He reeks of beer and you can tell he tried to mask it with cologne. “I was on the couch waiting for you,” He mumbles, playing with the rips in your jeans.

Loopy walks over with a black zip up in his hand, throwing it on Bloo. “He threw his shirt in the fire earlier because we didnt get the wood fast enough and he was cold. “ You laugh, patting Bloo’s cheeks and sighing.

You tell them a quick story of the one time he took a bath fully clothed when you both got drunk at his house. “i want to go,” he whines, tugging at your shirt. So you say your farewells, arm around Daniel’s waist while his lays across your shoulders to hold him up. He finds his shoes, his sock still lost, and you both make your way to your car parked outside.

Once you get to his apartment you help him out of his clothes and into fresh ones, watching as he crawls into his bed. He immediately curls up into his blankets. “You’re staying with me tonight right ?” he sits up, looking at you with a pout.

You nod and find clothes to wear from his closet before joining him in the bed. You open your arms for him to wiggle his way into. He’s always the little spoon when he’s drunk. He cuddles into your chest, throwing one arm over your waist.

“I love the smell of you,” his voice is muffled as he speaks, but you can feel the smile tugging on his lips. “I’m gone right now, but your scent makes me feel sober.” Bloo laughs, sliding his hand up the back of your shirt to feel your skin against his palm.

You stay quiet, knowing he’s already falling asleep. “Love you~” he hums sleepily.

“Love you-“ you coo softly into his dark hair.

He almost immediately is asleep right after, light snores escaping his lips. You turn on the tv, not feeling extremely tired yet.

Bloo sleeps on you the rest of the night, feeling comforted and safe inhaling your scent as he sleeps, the tv soon becoming background noise as you fall into slumber.

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fist bloo writing <3 i luv him sm. i hope u enjoyed.

[richrubies]

Cheap (Bloo x Reader x Nafla)

Read Part Two Here: Expensive

➳ genre: angst 

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You didn’t know why you kept coming back to this place, or this man. Especially when you knew that whatever mutual feelings you had for one another evaporated as soon as you walked out of his apartment.

Glancing over your shoulder, you eyed his sleeping form that was only just visible thanks to the hue of the city lights that seeped through the panoramic window. He always slept on his stomach, and in another time or place, you would have loved to have lay with him, tracing patterns across his exposed back — but this was your reality; you were never meant to stay until the sun rose, instead expected to slink away before the night had come to an end.

Reaching for your shirt on the floor of his bedroom, you pulled it on, not at all surprised at the unfamiliar fit. Bloo had a tendency to rip at your clothing the second you entered his apartment. You’d lost so many articles of clothing that you now only dared to wear plain shirts that you’d bought in bulk from Target when you were around him.

As you gathered the last of your things, Daniel grumbled into the dark, ‘You leaving?’

‘Have to,’ you respond shakily. Leaving always made you feel some type of way. Cheap, was probably the best word to describe it. Traitorous was another.

‘I’ll text you some time,’ he mutters, rolling away from where you stood at the threshold of the door.

He had dismissed you, and rather than fighting back like you wished you could, you nodded in acceptance and walked your way through the dark apartment, so familiar with the layout that you didn’t need a light.

As soon as you were out of the apartment, you leaned against the door and let out a shaky breath, tears pricking your eyes as you ran a hand through your hair. It was the same reaction every time you closed his door and yet you still returned, unable to understand the lesson you’d been learning for the last two months — what you were doing wasn’t right.

Before you could begin to truly break down, your phone let out a ding; the same ding that had woken you only moments before. With a quivering hand you dipped it into your handbag and pulled out your cell phone to read the new message displayed on your home screen.

Pulling your phone to your chest, you gradually sank to the floor until your knees were against your chest and your tears flowed freely.

‘What am I even doing here?’ you ask yourself with a sob, wiping the tears that didn’t seem to stop before opening your messages and replying to Nicholas with a heart full of guilt and a new determination to make things right,

[strawb3rryw00]

bloo (daniel) masterlist <3

scenarios

im gone -> y/n picks drunk bloo up from a party (fluff)

series

honey with henny (gang!au) -> looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you, y/n, meets bloo; looks like he could kill you but is a cinnamon roll (coming soon)

[richrubies]

Caviar and Whiskey (Bloo x Reader)

Genre: fluff x new things

Warning: AHHHHHH

Bloo didn’t know how to handle you.

You were bright, and incredibly smart – that was evident from the amount of work you’d done whilst completing your Masters, and while the two of you were in a strange and stagnant relationship, he still didn’t know where he stood with you.

There was no doubt that there was chemistry between you – you could see it in the looks you gave one another and the way you both behaved when near each other, and though it hadn’t gone further than the occasional holding of hands and sneaky smiles, Bloo knew he was in too deep.

‘Let’s toast to my baby cousin finishing her last paper of the year!’ Nicholas cheered proudly from the head of the table, the food forgotten as everyone cheered to your success. Bloo raised his glass of Henny on the rocks, watching as you blushed, paying him no mind.

He remembered when you’d arrived in Seoul. He’d been with Nicholas when they’d collected you from the airport and he’d offered you a shy greeting. You were someone Nic had praised highly; you were the girl he’d grown up with and while not blood-related, to you and everyone else, you and Nic were family. You were someone important to Nic, and despite you also having lived in L.A. while MKIT was there, you and Bloo hadn’t managed to cross paths until the moment you’d passed through the arrival gate at Incheon.

You’d smiled so brightly at him, hugging him tight in greeting – it was hard to forget the feeling of your warmth, so much so that he often made excuses to visit the apartment you shared with Nic to the point where he’d practically moved in.

Still.

He didn’t know how to handle you.

Or more so, how to handle the fact that you were too good for him – and that wasn’t just his own belief. Owen had told him many times that you were caviar while he was canned tuna in comparison.

Glancing over at you as you happily talked with Jinyoung, he couldn’t help the flooding of emotions that hit him. He loved you. He knew he did, but the feeling was bittersweet when he felt as if he didn’t deserve you.

With that thought, Bloo threw back the rest of his drink before pouring another.

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 You grunted as you helped Daniel step into the apartment you shared with Nic, your hand tightly locked with his as you led him towards the guest bedroom, ‘Why’d you drink so much, idiot?’ you ask him with a huff. His response was to pull you in closer, a drowsy smile on his lips.

After the celebratory dinner the entire group had gone to the clubs to continue the festivities – though it was to celebrate Nicholas’ win, instead. Two birds with one stone, Nicholas had called it. It was only when Daniel had begun to get too drunk that you’d called the evening quits, despite it only being one in the morning.

As soon as you reached the bed, you let Daniel flop onto the mattress much to his surprise; ‘Come on,’ you murmur, ‘You need to get out of these clothes.’

‘It’s fine,’ he tells you with a slur, ‘I can do it,’ he says, attempting to sit up but barely moving an inch before giving up.

You ignored him, shaking your head with a smile as you began unlacing his boots, ‘You’re so drunk,’

‘You’re so pretty,’ he counters tiredly.

You smiled at his compliment while slipping off his shoes, ‘You think so?’

He nodded, his eyes shut as he did so. You turned to place his boots near the door, the smile on your face seemingly permanent. Hearing rustling, you turned to find Daniel had stripped off his belt and jeans and was working on taking off his button-up with very little success.

You wished you could say you were surprised at his stripping but it wasn’t the first time you’d seen him in his briefs. You’d learned to not look down any more than necessary despite the temptation.

‘What’chu looking at?’ he asks with a smirk and half-opened eyes, his hands paused on the first button he was trying to undo.

You rolled your eyes and helped him unbutton his shirt, revealing his singlet underneath, ‘You’re not shy, huh?’

‘Not in front of you,’ he admits as he falls back into the bed after you lightly pushed him.

You didn’t know how to handle Daniel. There was more to him than you were prepared for. His alter ego terrified you – Bad Boy Bloo had an image that you found hard to keep up with and you were afraid you’d get hurt in the process of loving him. That barrier of uncertainty stopped you from pursuing more than the longing looks and touches you shared.

‘Aigoo,’ you murmur, running your hand through his hair lovingly as he lay in the bed, seemingly passed-out, ‘What do I do with you, hm?’

After placing a bottle of water and a packet of pain-killers next to his bed, you left the room, sneaking one more longing glance over your shoulder before closing the door.

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 Bloo tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable despite the amount of alcohol he’d consumed – usually he could lay on top of rocks and sleep like a baby after the amount he’d had tonight; but something about being alone in the apartment with you only two doors down, now had him wide awake in realization.

The room spun as he sat up groggily, looking over at the alarm clock that read 4:07am. He’d passed out, the last thing he remembered was your hands in his hair. Groaning, he shifted so that his feet were pressed firmly to the wooden floor boards before he pushed himself off the bed and stood with determination.

It was now or never. If he didn’t go see you now, he never would.

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 The light rapping on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep with Daniel’s compliment running through your head on replay. It was funny how something so small from his lips could give you this type of feeling.

The door cracked up an inch after you failed to reply, and Daniel’s voice whispered into the room, ‘Are you awake?’

‘I am. But why are you?’ you whisper back in confusion – you were sure that he would have been knocked out until sunrise. You’d watched him down five shots of whiskey as soon as you’d entered the club. That alone should have kept him down for the night.

‘I…Can I come in?’ he asks hesitantly, the slur still noticeable in his tone, though this time less prominent.

‘Okay,’ you answer nervously, watching him approach, your eyes adjusting to the dark. Daniel crawled onto the bed until he was laying on his back beside you, a gap between you so that you weren’t touching.

‘You couldn’t sleep?’ he asks awkwardly, ‘Something on your mind?’

‘Something like that,’ you admit, closing your eyes and attempting to calm your heart. You were sure he could hear it pounding in your chest.

‘You’re caviar,’ Daniel tells you after a moment of silence, finding his courage thanks to the room being dark and you being unable to see his blushing cheeks.

‘Are you still drunk?’ you ask him, rolling to face him, a smile on your lips as you rested your cheek on the back of your hand.

‘No…Maybe,’ Daniel says quietly as he too rolled to face you. You could make out the lining of his face in the dark as he copied your position.

‘Why am I caviar?’ you ask him, your lips twitching at the comparison.

‘Because you’re special,’ he admits in a whisper that screamed volumes to you.

‘If I’m caviar, what do you think you are?’

‘Canned tuna.’

You let out a giggle, your arm reaching over to pet his shoulder in comfort, ‘You’re not canned tuna, Daniel. Why would you think that?’

Bloo focused on the way you gently tapped at his arm before answering hesitantly, ‘Because I’m not good enough to be with you…you’re on a whole other level.’

The sincerity in his voice had you pause for a moment before you continued to stroke at his arm, ‘I don’t think you’re canned tuna. I think you’re like aged whiskey. The expensive kind,’ you add.

Daniel shuffled closer to you so that you were inches apart. You stopped petting him and let your arm rest loosely near his shoulder; ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m always hesitant to drink it. I’m scared of the burn it’ll leave in my throat.’

‘The older it is, the smoother it goes down,’ he comments, confused. You had called him aged whiskey.

‘Yeah, but you only find that out after you’ve taken a sip,’ you remind him, hoping he got the hidden meaning behind your words.

You were hesitant of starting a relationship with him because of your preconceived idea of what could happen if you got too close to him, while he thought he didn’t match up to you as an individual.

‘Looks like we’re both scared,’ Daniel whispers a moment later, his hand moving to brush your cheek lightly before coming to a rest on your neck. You closed your eyes at the touch and nodded in agreement; so it seemed.

The bed shifted beneath you as Daniel moved closer so that you were pressed against one another, his thumb stroking at your jaw as he asked, ‘Can I…’

You beat him to the punch-line by moving your face closer until your lips were pressed against his, your arm tightening around him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against your lips playfully. He tasted like Hennessy and cigarettes, a combination foreign and yet so familiar to you. Daniel pulled back a moment later, pressing his lips to your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose before pecking your lips again, ‘You weren’t so hesitant then.’

You pressed your face into his chest while he encircled you with his arms and held you tight, ‘I don’t want to hold back anymore.’

With his lips pressed to the top of your head, Daniel agreed, ‘Me neither.’

‘I don’t think I’m too good for you,’ you say into his chest tiredly, ‘So you shouldn’t either.’

Daniel’s response was to caress the back of your head, petting at your hair, ‘And I won’t do anything to hurt you,’ he says moments later, ‘Not like all the other cheap whiskey out there.’

You smiled and let out a slight laugh before tiredly answering, ‘Sounds good to me.’

With a few more loving whispers to one another, your eyelids became heavy and your eyes shut tight whilst the smile on your lips remained. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was Daniel’s quiet promise, ‘I’ll love you even after you’ve sipped the last drop I have to offer.’

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