Dave Miller x Reader 【BlueyCapsules】

You and Dave's little chat had lifted your previously glum mood, and you found yourself humming as you unlocked the door to the apartment. Stepping inside, you called out, "I'm home!" and slid your dirty shoes off. No response.

'Shit, he's probably still mad at me,' you thought as you walked further inside, through the living room and into the kitchen. You flinched as you saw (b/n) perched at the island, sipping at a beer with a sour look on his face.

"...How was your day?" You asked sheepishly. His gaze only hardened.

"I spent the first half of it sick with worry," he deadpanned, "I swear, I probably lost a few years off my life. I can't believe you didn't think to call me."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how else to say it. I promise I'll call you from now on."

He said nothing else, opting to take a swig of his beer. There were bags under his eyes, you noticed; he must've waited up all night.

"Did you miss work today?" Guilt laced your voice.

"Yep."

Another apology crept up in the back of your throat, but you kept your mouth shut and stared down at the floor.

"...You are a grown woman, I guess," he grumbled, finally turning to face you. "Just... I have to look out for you, y'know? It's my job."

"I know."

"Call me next time, please."

"I will."

His gaze lingered on you before he turned back, the ghost of a smile on his face. "So... Dave, huh?" You nodded.

"He your boyfriend now, or something?"

Cheeks reddening, you shrugged a little. "Kinda."

"Kinda?"

"We kissed," you mumbled, blowing a stray piece of hair from your face. "And he said he wanted to go out this weekend."

(b/n) didn't react as strongly as you expected, likely too exhausted to. He scrunched up his nose a little. "I don't trust that dude."

"(b/n), you've only met him once. And you were a dick to him the whole time."

"One time is all it takes to tell if someone's up to no good."

"Bullshit," you huffed, "he's been nothing but good to me."

"Oh, give me a break, (y/n)! You haven't even went out yet!"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Can we just drop it?"

He scoffed and, with a roll of his eyes, chugged the last of the beer. Rising from his seat, he shouldered past you and into the living room. Your eyes followed him til he disappeared completely behind the divider, and you frowned. It felt like everyone kept trying to sow seeds of doubt in your mind about Dave--and you weren't going to let them.

Glancing at the tear-off calendar on the wall, 'FRIDAY' glared back at you in bold red lettering. Excitement bubbled up in your chest--how on Earth were you going to wait til the weekend?
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You awoke from a nap on Sunday afternoon feeling like absolute shit, limbs terribly stiff and skin sticky with sweat. Getting hit by a car probably would've left you feeling better. Slowly regaining your senses, you noticed the room had grown quite dark since you laid down, and you hesitantly peeked at the clock: a little after 6PM. Groaning, you pried yourself from the sheets, shuffling out of your room and into the kitchen immediately, where (b/n) was going to town on a box of Special K. He paid you no mind and continued to eat like a starved man, shoveling the cereal down like someone would take it from him. Still the same as when he was a kid. You snorted and went over to the pantry to grab something for yourself. You finally decided on (food) and came back out, meandering into the living room as you munched on it.