Dave Miller x Reader 【BlueyCapsules】

i tried to watch this movie but couldnt get 20 mins in before i was bored to tears
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After purchasing some snacks for the movie, the two of you headed back to the car. The dusty lot, lined with uneven streets of gravel, was absolutely riddled with potholes, and it felt like you were going to twist your ankle with each step. Dave had grabbed onto your arm for support after his first little stumble. You looked up and noticed it had grown completely dark while waiting in line, the only light being the glimmer of stars speckled across the expanse of sky.

Upon reaching the car, you flipped open the tailgate to set up a little nest with the blankets (b/n) kept. You shoved your snacks in Dave's arms and went to work arranging the blankets, lining the floor of the hatchback and bunching them against the sides. Satisfied with your work, you crawled in and motioned for the blond to follow. He awkwardly clambered in after you and laid out your array of treats in front of you two.

Slapping Dave's hand away as he stole another large helping of your popcorn, you laughed, "dammit, Dave, why didn't you get your own?"

"I just wanted to try some," he mustered through his mouthful of stolen popcorn, batting his eyelashes innocently. You narrowed your eyes and quickly reached out to snatch some of his candy, to which he gasped in mock betrayal.

You two went back and forth for a bit until the speakers blared with the beginnings of the previews. Absentmindedly you watched, shoveling some popcorn in your face every now and then.

"All these movies look stupid," Dave grumbled, sipping at his drink--sounded like he'd already reached the bottom.

"They're coming out with a third Nightmare on Elm Street," you noted, "ever seen the first two?"

"Nope."

"Ah, that's what we need to watch next!" You chirped, sneaking a few more pieces of his candy. Clearly you weren't too slick, though, as he barked a laugh and lightly pinched your arm. You giggled and offered him some of your own as a truce.

After what felt like a lifetime of previews, the feature presentation finally began, fading in with a repetitive synthesizer melody that soon grated on your ears. You found yourself zoning out not even five minutes in, unable to invest in the shallow story and characters. Even the main character, Marty, disfigured by his classmates' cruel prank, was hard to sympathize with.

You leaned back, crossing your arms behind your head as a makeshift pillow. Dave, seemingly more into the movie than you were, blinked at you for a moment before shimmying over to lay beside you. Giggling, you turned on your side to look at him.

"This movie's kinda dumb," you whispered, and his eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Ya got that right," he murmured back, "I'm sorry, darlin'. I picked this one 'cause it seemed interestin', but..."

"No, no, don't worry. It's not really about the movie--I just enjoy being with you."

Shuffling closer, you gave him what was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips, but felt him grin against your lips and roll over to pull you into an embrace. Heart soaring, you placed both hands on his chest to keep yourself grounded. His own hands ghosted over your back as he deepened the kiss, and you cupped one of his warm cheeks. In return he grabbed and flipped you so that you rested on top of him, wandering hands finally resting on the small of your back. You reached behind him to dance your fingers along the nape of his neck, running over the raised skin of his scars and upwards into the roots of his hair. He groaned softly against your lips as you scratched gently and you couldn't help but giggle. Dave's hands began to snake dangerously further down, sending a wave of excitement through your body until a slight gasp was heard from somewhere behind you.

You pulled away from his lips, jerking around to see that a little kid was gawking at the two of you. Dave followed your gaze and sighed in annoyance whilst you buried your face in his chest, mortified by the idea that some random child just watched your makeout session.

"Nosy bugger," he grumbled, tenderly curling strands of your hair around his fingers. "Don't worry 'bout him, darlin'. He just got an eyeful, 's all."

You laughed dryly into the fabric of his shirt. "Guess I kinda forgot we're in public."

Slowly recovering from your embarrassment, you spent the rest of the movie trading insults with Dave, poking fun at the characters and the corny acting--deciding inwardly not to kiss him again until you had a little more privacy. You remained curled up on his chest throughout, though, his hand stroking rhythmically up and down your back, sometimes tracing patterns. The film was just background noise at this point as the two of you snuggled against each other, muttering half-baked thoughts and trying to contain your laughter.

Soon enough the credits rolled, and most of the cars began to pull out of the lot. Dave peered up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, ya wantin' to stay for the second feature?"

"Not particularly," you chuckled, rolling off of him and sitting up to stretch. "I had fun, but... it's late. How about we go back to my place?"

"Ooh, really?" He propped himself up on an elbow to wiggle his eyebrows at you. "Ya don't think ol' (b/n) will twist my head off and make me look at it?"

You laughed heartily. "I think it'll be fine. It'd be a shame to end the night here."

"I'll have to take ya up on that offer, missy," he cooed, reaching out to yank you down by your shirt collar and bring you in for a kiss. He pulled away with a crooked grin and flushed cheeks.

"Let's get outta here, then."
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You cracked the door open warily, peering inside the apartment to see the light from (b/n)'s room was still on. Sighing, you stepped inside, tugging Dave along by your intertwined fingers.

"We're back!" You called, "Dave's gonna be staying tonight, just so you know!"

(b/n) poked his head out from behind his door, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Narrowed eyes flickered between the two of you a few times before he clicked his tongue. "No sex."

"Oh, piss off. Wasn't planning on it," you seethed, cheeks burning in humiliation; the Texan behind you, on the other hand, practically cackled. Shooting him a look over your shoulder, you proceeded to your room, now dragging instead of gently leading.

"You're lettin' me sleep on the bed this time?" He teased as you shut the door. You shrugged, choosing not to meet his gaze in your embarrassment.

"It's okay," you murmured, "no sense in being a prude, right?"

Feeling too sleepy to properly unwind for the night, you nudged Dave forward to push him onto the bed, falling on top of him with a grunt. You sighed in content and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his chest. He curled his own arms around you, resting one hand on your back and using the other to gently pet your hair. Muttering a 'good night,' he was quick to succumb to his exhaustion, snores already escaping from his lips. You giggled quietly. Every time you slept with him, you realized then, you felt safety unlike anything or anyone else could make you feel. His chest and arms were sturdy. His hands and fingers, calloused from mechanic work yet retaining that bit of softness, always made work of caressing your skin, and he smelled like cologne and smoke, and just a hint of oil--something you'd come to associate with him. Everything about him just left you feeling oddly comforted.

The rhythmic beating of his heart coupled with the slight rumble of his snoring--yet another thing about him that you adored--lulled you to sleep, overly saturated dreams dancing behind your closed eyes.
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they did a lifetime's worth of cuddling in here like save some for the rest of us jesus...

anyways they're shipping my ass off to gov school in a couple days for the next 3 weeks so idk how often i'll get to update once im there😭 i'll still try my best!!

ALSO thanks for almost 6k reads holy hell???? i just pulled this fic out of my ass what happened fr😵‍💫