Daniel Thrasher x F!Reader ~ I'm Dating a Shapeshifter

(Y/N) POV

Midmorning sun broke through the window as I turned over towards it, trying to get comfy under my nice warm blankets. As I flipped, my arm reached out to a new cold spot in the bed where my boyfriend should have been. I slowly opened my (e/c) eyes to look around the bedroom for any sign of life only to be told that it was 10:45 am.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, rolling from the covers to land flat on the floor. My bare legs met the cold hardwood, shocking my system a bit as my (fandom) shorts had ridden up. I inch wormed my way to the closet door to grab my giant (f/c) fuzzy hoodie to put on and walk out the bedroom. The kitchen was lit up from the sun through the open windows, a pot of coffee sat in the light like a beckon from the gods.

"Oh, I almost forgot... Hahaha! Ugh, this is so stupid." I heard a voice coming from the Livingroom it went from female to my boyfriend's voice. Making my cup quickly, I shuffled to the source of the voice to see Daniel Thrasher dressed as a fairy in front of a camera.

"Morning, fairy godmother," I hummed, sitting on the piano stool while his back was turned. My voice startled him, a little jump in his spin as he looked at me. A faint blush crossed his cheeks, "is that one of my tank tops?"

"Maybe and I'm the Talent Fairy," he exclaimed, his blush getting deeper as he tried to defend his ridiculous actions. "I'm filming, (y/n), I don't need an audience yet." Giggling, I walked to his side and kissed his cheek before going about my morning.

~~Hours Later~~

"What the hell?" I cackled as I came upon Daniel laying on the kitchen floor in defeat. "Done with filming... Steve?" He wore a sweater vest over a deep blue dress shirt, thick black glasses framed his face.

"Yeah, I'm pooped," he groaned, reaching his hands out. I raised an eyebrow at the man on the floor, watching him grab at me like a child. "Please?" he whined, pouting. Sighing, I put down the plate in my hand and made my way to the floor beside him; as I rested on my back, Daniel turned over from his back to place his arm, leg, and head on top of me.

"I'm proud of you, babe. But next time, just ask to borrow my clothes and I might have something better," I teased, kissing his head. His chest deflated a little as he huffed, cuddling into my chest. I snaked my arms around him, running my hands through his brown locks while humming a tune: the same tune he played an hour ago.