Transgender ( Dan X reader )

Truth

"Y/n?" You heard a broth is voice say.

Oh shit.

"Oh, hey Dan." You said awkwardly, some ham still in the back of your mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing." He said taking a step forward.
"Couldn't sleep." You managed to stutter out.
"Nightmares?" He looked, worried expression on his face.
"Yeah. Kind of..." you trailed off, you decided you should tell him. If he doesn't accept it then fine. He's not very violent in real life.
"Want to talk about it?" He sat down, patting the space next to him. You sat down and look straight into his chocolatey brown eyes.

"I haven't been completely honest with anybody lately. You are the first person to know this besides Zoe and my mum. Okay?"
"Okay." He nodded back.
"I-I-I'm tr-t-tra-transgender..." You stuttered feeling sick. His expression was blank, but shocked behind the eyes. He didn't move, he didn't speak, not anything.
"Daniel, are you okay?" You asked, worried.
"Yeah, yeah, um, so that's why you didn't want to have sex... so um this is going to sound weird but... do you still have a penis?" He said eyes widening.
"No, it's like a bionic vagina you could say." You explained as well as possible.
"So... you don't have ovaries, but you have a vagina?" He asked.
"I don't have ovaries, it's complicated, they kinda did plastic surgery to make it seem like a vagina and act like a vagina, without menstrual things or pregnancy." You said trying not to be awkward.
"Oh. So... yeah. Well I don't care what or who you are. I love you y/n, so very much." Dan whispered, cupping his hand in yours. (A/n: THE FLUFFINESS!!!)
"I love you too Daniel James Howell." You whispered, leaning in. He leaned in and your lips softly pressed together in perfect rhythm. The kiss broke and you laid down with your head on his lap. Watching television. The perfect night.

A/n: smut or no smut? I don't know. You decide! Well schools been terrible except for the wonderful people I see who read this trash. Okay. Love y'all. Bye!