Dave Miller x Reader 【BlueyCapsules】

this chapter is mostly ur brother roasting dave LMAO. this is a dave hate page fr‼️🤬
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After ushering the two men into the kitchen, you got to work setting up the stuff to make pancakes. Plugging in the griddle, you turned to Dave, who was sat on a stool at the bar. (b/n) was lingering behind him glaring daggers at the back of his head. Damn, what was his deal today?

"(b/n) likes his with chocolate chips in them," you smiled, trying to ignore the weird atmosphere. "Do you want them, too?"

"Whatever you wanna give me, darlin'," he drawled. Your brother gawked at him.

"Darling?" He repeated in disgust.

"Um, he calls everyone that. Don't pay it any mind."

"Oh. You gonna call me darling, too?"

"(b/n), stop," you hissed, stirring up the pancake mix. He laughed.

"Just messing with you," he elbowed Dave aggressively as he sat down beside him, getting a glare in response. "Say, where are you from, anyway? You have a strong accent."

"Philadelphia, Texas," the man said with pride, puffing out his chest. "I was raised on my maw and paw's farm."

You could already see the jokes taking form in (b/n)'s head, and you screamed inwardly as if he'd hear you telepathically. You poured some mix onto the griddle, trying to calm yourself by listening to the slight sizzle it made.

"What made you come here, then?"

"Well, heard good things 'bout the robotics business here in Utah. Came to see for myself and now I'm here," he leaned back a little. "Y'know, I'm just about the best damn mechanic this side of the west."

Feeling the retort coming before your brother even opened his mouth, you grabbed some plates, yelling, "cakes ares done!"

You set them down in front of the two, steam wafting up in their faces and carrying the delicious smell of melted chocolate. You told them to enjoy before heading back to the griddle to make your own. They both mumbled their thanks, digging in.

"Mmm, these are mighty fine, sugar!" Dave spoke through a mouthful of his food. "Might be the best thing I've ever tasted!"

"Really?" (b/n) snorted, "they taste pretty average to me."

"Wh--! Hey!" You whipped around, pointing your spatula at him threateningly. He plastered an innocent look on his face.

"What, did they eat roadkill and shit back in Tennessee?"

"Texas. And no," Dave spat, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"I thought that was one of the four main food groups there," your brother continued, stifling his grin. "That and like, lard or something."

"I didn't eat no roadkill."

"I bet you still would if you could."

"Is this Yank bastard deaf or somethin'?" Dave pointed an accusing finger at your brother, looking at you in disbelief. You really wanted to say yes.

"(b/n), leave him alone. Please."

"Just trying to make conversation." Bullshit.

"All yer doin' is slanderin' Texas and pissin' me off!"

"My bad, pardner."

"Just quit it, (b/n)," you all but pleaded--if he hadn't embarrassed you before he definitely had now. "Let's just enjoy our breakfast in peace."

Probably deciding he'd had his fun, he finally shut up and ate. Finishing up your own, you switched off the griddle and went to sit down. You squeezed in between Dave and your brother, to which the latter grunted in annoyance. You took a bite out of your pancake--pretty tasty, if you say so yourself.

As you looked over you noticed that Dave had already inhaled his food, a little bit of chocolate smeared on the corner of his mouth. You almost choked. It was kinda cute.

(b/n) beat you to the chase. "You got a lil something on your mouth, pal."

"Ah, really?" He wiped the back of his hand haphazardly across his face, completely missing the mark.

"No, here," you sighed, grabbing a napkin from the holder in front of you and leaning forward, dabbing it off for him. Red blossomed from his cheeks and spread to the rest of his face like wildfire.

"...Appreciate it, darlin'," he muttered, and you simply nodded. Your brother made a gagging sound next to you. Bitch.

There was a beat of silence before he cleared his throat and pushed his plate forward. "I guess I'll get outta your hair," he spoke quickly, scooting his stool back and hopping off. "Thanks for breakfast."

You got up to walk him out. "No problem," you tugged at his sleeve before he could leave, pulling him closer to whisper, "and I'm sorry about (b/n). I don't know why he was being such an ass today."

Dave smiled at you, but it looked kinda forced. "Don't worry about it. I'll see ya at work tomorrow, now."

You nodded and gave him one last wave, shutting the door behind him. Immediately you whipped around, fists clenched. Stomping back into the kitchen and stopping right in front of your brother, you glared down at him as you spat, "and just what the fuck was that about?"

He looked up at you, reminding you of a chipmunk with all the food he'd shoveled in his mouth. Batting his eyelashes, he asked, "what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean!" You shouted, slamming your hands on the counter. "You were acting like an absolute dick the whole time! It was mortifying!"

"Was I supposed to be impressing the guy?"

"He was a guest."

"Not a welcome one. You didn't tell me he was staying over last night."

"It doesn't matter," you seethed, "you still should've treated him nicely, and then you could've chewed me out all you wanted to when he left!"

"Can I still chew you out?"

"No! You've lost that privilege!"

"Whatever," he waved his fork at you. "Anyways, you guys were acting weird. He your boyfriend or something?"

"...No."

He blinked at you. "Okay, well, do you like him?"

"As a friend."

"Liar. You're acting weird."

"How so?"

"Dunno, you just are," shrugging, he took another bite. "Anyhow, I don't give you my approval. Something's off about him."

"I don't need your approval!"

"So you do like him."

You threw your hands up in exasperation and turned away, waltzing into the living room and collapsing face-first into the couch. You didn't feel like having this conversation again. You laid like that for a while, unmoving, head swirling with all the thoughts that plagued it. The couch then dipped next to you as (b/n) sat down.

"Sorry," he said simply. You craned your neck back to look at him, eyes a little bleary.

"For what?"

"...For being a dick," he murmured sheepishly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

"Thanks, I guess. I'm not really the one you should be apologizing to."

"Well, I'm not apologizing to Dan."

"Dave."

He hummed in acknowledgement, kicking his feet up on the small ottoman. "We good now?"

"...Fine, okay."

"Nice," he laughed, nudging your legs. "Now, wanna watch a movie?"
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dave's disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined💔