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Like I’m owed some life Where I’m always, like, happy Which is stupid ‘cause I wouldn’t even want it if I got it

- Bo Burnham (Make Happy, 2016 x)

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monday ~ bo x reader

summary: reader has a terrible start to their monday, but don't worry - there's a bo meet-cute to turn it all around!

word count: 1,421

tags: meet-cute/fluff and that's kinda it :)

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You had always hated Mondays, and this Monday was no exception - in fact, you’d probably even consider it to be the Monday from hell based on how your morning was going.

First, you woke up late, and in your rush to get ready you managed to knock over a glass of water which spilled all over the books on your nightstand. Then, you realised your favourite sweater had formed a hole - not that you noticed until after you had left the house. Oh, and that was after you spent a whole twenty minutes looking for your keys. It was also raining outside - so of course you had forgotten an umbrella and managed to step in a puddle.

Despite being late for work, you decided to stop in your favourite coffee shop to at least buy yourself a drink to cheer you up, and by that point, things were starting to look up. The rain had subsided, the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, and the barista gave you a free cookie with your 10th stamp on your loyalty card.

You continued on your walk to work, taking your usual route through the park, eating your cookie as you went (you hadn’t had the chance to eat breakfast in your hurry to leave), and you took in the sounds around you - a busker playing guitar, birds flapping their wings as they flew towards the elderly man dropping birdseed, a few young kids laughing as they ran ahead of their parents... but what you didn’t hear was the sound of skateboard wheels grinding against the ground behind you.

To avoid being hit by the passing skateboarder, a middle-aged businessman quickly stepped aside, instead knocking right into you, sending your drink flying out of your hand where it fell to the floor, spilling its contents on the pavement - not that it mattered to him, of course, so he just kept walking.

“Ugh!” You sighed, throwing your head back in frustration as you came to a stop in the middle of the pathway. “You have got to be kidding me!” You couldn’t help the tears which came flooding to your eyes, but you were determined not to cry in public - especially not over a spilled drink.

Breathe. Breathe. You thought to yourself, closing your eyes, shoulders rising and falling with every inhale, and exhale.

“Uh, hey-” a voice said, pulling you out of your head. Your eyes snapped open to find the source - a very tall guy, probably about your age, with messy dirty blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. “I noticed… that asshole knock your drink out of your hand. Can I get you another one?”

You were surprised, to say the least, that a random stranger would go out of their way to replace your drink which was spilled through no fault of their own - but the gesture meant a lot to you, all things considered. “Oh! It’s… it’s okay, you don’t have to! I should have even got it anyway, I’m late for work,” You rambled, willing the tears which still pooled in your eyes to disappear.

“If you’ve really gotta go, that’s cool - but in the nicest way possible… you look like you could do with a drink.” he said, offering a kind smile, hoping he wouldn’t offend you. “I’m Bo, by the way.”

You returned the smile and gave him your name, shaking his outstretched hand. “Okay,” you sighed, smiling as you gave him your name, “yes to the drink - but only if you’re sure.”

“Lead the way!”

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When you were situated in the window seat of the same coffee shop you had stopped in just minutes before, you pulled out your phone and shot a text to your manager, telling her you wouldn’t be making it into work today. Luckily, your relationship with her was solid, and after the morning you’d had, you knew she would understand. Making up an excuse, you sent the text, apologising to Bo for being on your phone as you placed it back into your bag.

“Thank you, for this,” you said sincerely, “you really didn’t have to do this - but I’m really grateful that you did.”

Bo shook his head, scrunching his nose a little as he did, “Don’t mention it, really.”

“Well, it certainly made my morning a lot better,” you smiled.

He asked you about your morning, then, and so you recounted the events as they occurred, overemphasising just how awful your morning had been until he saved the day, and he listened intently, a subtle smile on his face as you spoke.

Before either of you could notice - two hours had passed. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so comfortable around a total stranger, that was, if you ever had.

“God, it’s been hours!” You said when you noticed, and you felt awful for keeping Bo busy for so long. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise - you probably have much better things to do than sit here and listen to me-“

Before you could continue your stream of speech, Bo interrupted you. “Actually I really don’t have anything better to do right now,” he said, only half laughing. “This is nice.”

You weren’t sure if the colour showed on your cheeks, but you at least felt like you were blushing. “Okay,” you nodded, “well it’s a little busy here - do you wanna take a walk round the park?” You suggested, still not completely shrugging off the guilt you felt for taking up so much of his time.

Bo agreed to your idea, and you both ordered one more drink to go before beginning your first lap of the park.

As you crossed the bridge over the pond, Bo was telling you about a movie project he had, and it didn’t surprise you that he was the creative type. Although you shared his passion for writing, your current job left you stuck in an office most of the time, and your work in progress did not seem to be making any kind of progress at all. Talking to Bo, however, was inspiring to say the least - hearing him talk with such passion and genuine love for what he did only fuelled your passion more.

After one more lap of the park, you decided it was probably time to go, but of course, Bo being the kind stranger he was really proving himself to be, he offered to walk you home.

It surprised you that in the hours you’d spent together in the cafe, plus the hour or so spent in the park, and then the walk home that you never once fell victim to an uncomfortable silence. Somehow, the conversation just kept flowing, and you almost felt like you had known him forever.

“Well, this is me,” you announced as you came to a stop outside your place. “Thank you so much for today. I mean it,” you said, with so much sincerity that he didn’t bother trying to wave you off.

“You’re welcome,” he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, “in the best way, I’m kind of glad that asshole knocked your drink on the ground.”

You smiled then, “You know what… I think I am too.”

The first wave of silence fell over you as Bo debated what to do next. Ultimately, he settled for a sweet yet maybe a little awkward: “So… I’d like to see you again some time - if you want to, that is.”

“I’d like that,” you nodded, taking the phone he held out to you, and adding yourself as a new contact before handing it back to him - fingers brushing as you did.

He hesitated once more, rocking onto his heels to his toes before opening his arms a little, gesturing for a hug. You almost laughed at how shy he had suddenly become, but it was so sweet you couldn’t help but get a little shy yourself, happily stepping into his embrace.

He held you for just a moment, before stepping away and saying a final goodbye - at least for now.

You walked back into your apartment with a smile on your face, feeling far better than you had when you left that same morning, and you had barely taken two steps down the hallway before your phone sounded off with a text message. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was from.

‘Saturday? :) ‘

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you typed out a response, maybe Monday’s weren’t so bad after all.

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stormy weather ~ bo x reader

summary: you may be in your twenties, but that doesn't mean you're not afraid of the stormy weather. but can you bring yourself to cross the hall and take comfort in your roommate? maybe...

word count: 791

tags: fluff, comfort, roommates

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Outside, the rain hammered down against the glass of the windows and the wind whistled through the leaves of the trees. The storm had been raging for longer than you cared to keep track of, and it showed no sign of letting up any time soon.

Across the hall, your roommate was no doubt fast asleep as he likely had been for hours by now, his dog curled up by his feet, both somehow soothed by the sounds of the rain and the wind.

But you? Not a chance. The rain you could handle; it wasn’t often that Los Angeles saw such intense rainfall this time of year, so in some ways you welcomed it. The howling wind, on the other hand was almost the worst part of it, except maybe for the-

CRASH

The thunder boomed following a flash of lightning which illuminated your bedroom - and you were convinced you felt the house shake, but maybe that was just you.

Ever since you were a kid, storms had terrified you. You’d hoped that fear would lessen as you got older, but here you were: twenty something years old, all but hiding under your blanket desperate to shut out the sounds of the rolling thunder.

A thought crossed your mind, but you were quick to shake it off, physically shaking your head at yourself. You couldn’t... Could you?

Your eyes scanned your bedroom door, and you mapped out the hallway beyond it. Just a few steps to Bo’s bedroom, all you’d have to do is knock.

You shook your head again - you surely couldn’t bring yourself to admit your fear to him, despite how close you were, and what would you do once you were in there anyway?

Another crash of thunder sounded, but this time you didn’t think twice. You threw your blanket off you and swung your legs over the side of the bed and all but ran across the hall. With just the door in your way, then, you raised a shaking hand to knock, hearing a muffled response from the other side.

Turning the handle, you opened the door a crack just to be sure he was awake - and there he was, hair a mess, running a hand over his face as if wiping the sleep away.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, sitting up just a little, squinting at you as his eyes adjusted.

You weren’t quite sure what to say, but thanks to yet another sudden boom of thunder, you didn’t have to say anything at all. Almost jumping out of your skin was enough of an explanation for Bo.

Without saying another word (which surprised you, actually, as there were plenty of jokes to be made about your arguably childish fear), he scooted over just slightly to make enough room for you, and opened up the blanket to welcome you underneath. Bruce seemed happy with the extra company and was quick to cosy up at your feet, and to your surprise, Bo settled down beside you, draping an arm over your waist.

A silence washed over you then, and the sounds of the storm outside seemed less scary than before. Just as you thought you could finally drift off to sleep, Bo’s soft voice sounded beside you. “So, scared of a little storm, huh?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes and tilting your head back, “Can we not?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you,” he teased.

“Bo! Quit it, it’s not funny,” you sighed, shuffling away from him just slightly, but he pulled you back before you could get too far.

“Hey,” he said softly, and more genuine then. “I’m kidding, I’m sorry. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he assured you.

As you rolled over to face him, his arm still in place over your waist, the loudest clap of thunder sounded and this time you were certain the house shook.

Your eyes widened and you immediately scrambled to get as close to Bo as you could, a handful of his shirt fabric bunched up in your fist. Bo almost laughed, but he knew better. Instead, he just held you close, stroking your hair as he pretended, for your sake, that he couldn’t feel your heart pounding in your chest. “I’ve got you,” he promised, a hint of amusement in his voice, “you’re okay.”

It was you who broke the silence next after ten or so minutes. At the edge of sleep, you mumbled a warning, “We are not talking about this in the morning. Or ever.”

As you finally drifted off, at four am no less, you heard Bo’s quiet laughter and felt him nod just slightly. “Okay,” he promised you, sealing it with a kiss to the top of your head.

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'tis the season - bo x reader

summary - christmas just isn't the same in LA, but that doesn't mean you won't try and be festive! of course, you drag bo into all your festive shenanigans - like making homemade hot chocolate. just a fluffy lil fic. making homemade hot chocolate with bo - that's it. that's the fic.

word count - 1,524

tags - festive fluff!!

December 20th

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With all the Christmas seasons you had spent living alone in Los Angeles, none of them had felt particularly festive. The temperature rarely, if ever, dropped low enough for snow. There was still plenty of sunshine most days throughout Winter, and there is nothing festive about palm trees. Still, every year you tried your best to get in the festive spirit - some could say you tried perhaps too hard, but hey, at least you were trying.

You had another two days before you’d be leaving LA to spend Christmas with your family out of state, and so you were spending most of your time with the only friend of yours who was still in town - Bo.

“Isn’t it easier to get the instant stuff? Just - pour in some milk, top it with cream. Drink.” “Yes,” you laughed, “easier, but less festive. Just keep stirring it.” Whilst Bo watched the pan on the stove, you turned your attention to your spice rack, scanning across the labels for vanilla, and cinnamon.

Bo wasn’t due to fly to Boston until Christmas Eve, and so he had spent much of his free time over the last few weeks with you, going along with whatever festivities you could come up with. He went with you to pick out a Christmas Tree, followed you around Target as you looked for new decorations, spent evenings on the couch under blankets watching Christmas movies, and even joined you on your walk around the neighbourhood to look at the Christmas lights.

Today’s festivities included: homemade hot chocolate, and homemade gingerbread. “Is it meant to steam like that?” Bo asked cautiously, still stirring the chocolatey liquid around in the pan. “Yep, it’s done,” you confirmed, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard and setting them down on the counter top. Bo followed your instruction to pour in the hot chocolate before allowing you to take over, stirring with a small whisk to finish it all off.

Bo retrieved the can of whipped cream from the inside shelf of the refrigerator door, handing it to you, your fingers brushing as he did. You couldn’t help but notice his arm pressed against yours as he stood beside you, watching you top each drink with a neat pile of whipped cream.

Desperate to break the tension, believing it was only you that felt it, you turned to face him quickly, spraying the whipped cream in his direction.

Your move was so sudden that Bo had no time to defend himself, he stepped back in sheer disbelief, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Oh, you are dead,” he said, wiping his face with his hand, “you are so dead.”

Like a child, you squealed, ditching the can of cream on the counter before running to your living room with Bo not too far behind. Both of you were laughing as you stood at either end of the coffee table, you trying to avoid his grasp, and him trying to predict your next move.

“I’m sorry!” You laughed, heart pounding in your chest as your eyes scanned the room trying to figure out your best path. Bo shook his head at you, “Nope, I am so gonna get you back,” he said, and it was only then that you noticed the can of whipped cream in his hand.

“Oh! No, no, no, no!” Panicking, you took a risk and attempted to run right past him, but his reactions were much faster than you had anticipated. His arms wrapped around your waist and before you knew it you were laying down on the couch, Bo hovering over you with a knee either side of your waist. “No!” You all but screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and laughing so hard you thought you would cry. “Oh yes,” he said, putting on his best evil grin, ready to get his revenge. With your eyes still closed, you heard the sound of the air coming from the can but no whipped cream followed. “Fuck!” Bo laughed, throwing the empty can over his shoulder - and you joined him in his laughter, thinking you were safe until you saw a familiar flash of an idea in his eyes.

“Don’t you dare!” You warned, hands pushing the tops of his arms, struggling for a way to wriggle out from under him. Within seconds, his fingers met your waist - only causing you to wriggle more. “No! Please! Stop,” you cried, laughing even though you didn’t want to. “Bo!”

Bo ignored your pleas for a few more moments, really making sure he had got you back, and your laughter subsided gradually as Bo finally stopped, his hands coming to rest on your sides.

The two of you remained still for a moment, letting your breathing even out from all the laughing and running. With Bo still hovering over you, your eyes locked, and the air seemed to grow thick. “Um,” you said, not quite managing to find your voice in your throat, “the hot chocolates are probably going cold.” “Yeah, right,” Bo nodded, standing up immediately - finally freeing you from the couch - extending his hand out to you to pull you up. Your face flushed at the contact, and you watched as Bo tugged on his hair; a nervous habit of his you had picked up on.

When you were back in the kitchen, you noticed the cream had slipped into both of the drinks leaving them less picture-perfect than they had been when you first made them. In silence, you picked up the small jar of vanilla and dusted it over the top of your hot chocolate, doing the same with the cinnamon. Your mom would always tease you for all the toppings you insisted on adding, but that was the way you liked it.

“I, uh,” Bo began, breaking the lingering silence as both of you took sips of your drinks, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You raised your eyebrows, immediately shaking your head, returning your mug to its spot on the counter. “No! You didn’t, not at all. It was…” your voice trailed off, as Bo continued talking at the same time - and you wondered if you could pluck up the courage to continue, to admit that after all these years you’d been friends, you’d wanted more. “I really didn’t mean to-” “It was the opposite,” you said, prompting nothing but silence from Bo as he looked at you, waiting for you to explain. “I wasn’t uncomfortable. I was…” you trailed off again, struggling to find a word which would offer up enough of an explanation.

Before you found the right words to say, Bo placed his hot chocolate down next to yours, and his hands were back on your waist. This time you felt no desperation to get away. His lips met yours in a sweet yet determined kiss, and you could taste the faint lingering taste of hot chocolate.

In an unsuccessful attempt to close the gap his height created between you, you stood up on your tallest tiptoes, although it did little to help. Bo’s fingers tapped your waist a couple of times, signalling for you to sit up on the countertop, and once you were settled he stood between your legs, one hand on your thigh and the other resting beneath your sweater on your waist.

Your hand found its way to Bo’s arm, where it trailed up to his shoulder and down his chest to rest over his heart, and you couldn’t resist the smile that crept onto your lips when you felt just how fast his heart was beating. He didn’t even give you a chance to make a smartass comment about it, simply mumbling a “shut up” against your lips, but you could feel him smiling too.

Although neither of you wanted the moment to end, you pulled away and let your foreheads rest against each other, allowing yourselves a moment or two to catch your breath.

For a while, you remained still in the comfortable silence, not quite ready to break it - that was, until Bo piped up. “Well,” he sighed softly, pulling away fully to look at you. He reached up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear before returning his hand to your waist. “I don’t think the hot chocolates are gonna be all that hot anymore…” You couldn’t help but laugh, nodding in agreement. “Probably not,” you shrugged, not that you could complain. “And we’re outta whipped cream,” you reminded. “Huh, and whose fault is that?” Bo asked, eyebrow raised, but with a hint of a smile on his lips. “I don’t know what you’re implying,” you teased, leaning in to press another kiss to his lips.

Pretty quickly, the hot chocolates were further forgotten, and the intention to bake gingerbread was abandoned too.

That evening, the two of you made up for all the time you’d spent mutually pining for each other, yet too afraid to say anything, and despite your long list of Christmas activities still waiting to be completed, this time, they’d just have to wait - and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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