➳ Bo Burnham x Carrie Mulligan || Promising Young Women
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➳ Bo Burnham x Carrie Mulligan || Promising Young Women
Some light play for you playful kittens ♡
Rain, chapter Twelve.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
bo got snubbed at the emmys anyway heres bo looking fresh
hello, subaru boy.
pairings: bo burnham x reader
readers pronouns: she/her
warnings: none, a fluffy story for my comeback <3
era: what (2013) — make happy (2016)
a/n: i just can’t help but think that bo drives a subaru.
Oh Bo by Bo Burnham
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It’s surreal. I still can’t believe I’m back in L.A, and especially standing here in front of Bo after so many years. He’s so different and yet still exactly the same. My words “I miss you too,” still hang in the air and I can’t figure out what the energy is between us, but it’s growing thicker and thicker by the second. I feel like I’m going to drown.
“So, does your boyfriend know you’re here?” He asks after a few moments. His expression changes to pure, uncut arrogance. I know that expression on Bo’s face far too well and I HATE IT. All the gentle little feelings I have running through me just turned to parasites. I remain cool. “Yes, he knows. He’s working from home back in New York.” He nods vigorously, brows pulling together in mock interest. “Wonderful. Tell me, how does a janitor work from home?” I hate myself for laughing. “Actually, he’s a software developer.” “Gross.” He makes his way to the keyboard sitting front and center and starts pecking on keys to find the sound he’s looking for. “So, where’s Elle these days?” I ask loudly over the keys. He doesn’t bother looking up, “Since I’m busy, she’s quarantining with her sister in Maine.” He finally finds the key he’s been searching out and he sings:
She’s an award winning Author
Shacking up with a handsome young janitor
“Software Developer!” I correct through a fit of laughter.
Oh, yeah – A software developer
But can he create an i-phone app
That will make his dick
just a little bit bigger.
He wraps it up, striking two final chords and I shake my head, trying to control my laughter as I walk up to him. He rakes his hair back, turning on the stool to face me.
“You’re such a bully.”
“You like it,” he grins.