#doom reader

Having finished the movie she’d brought from her planet the marauder had started picking up after their evening together. The man was practically allergic to any kind of mess after his time as a night sentinel, so when the light came back on he was beyond mortified. Watching from a distance as his partner happily snacked away on a bag of cheese doodles on his bed where they’d both sat.

“What?” Staring back at the headhunter she squinted slightly. She could never tell what was going through his head, he simply gestured to the entire bed. “Oh, I thought we were changing the sheets anyway.”

“You… You’ve covered my bed in cheese noodle dust!” She snickered, holding up a single finger to hush the, to everyone else, terrifying demon.

“Cheese doodle, my dear, and it’s not like you sleep in them anyway!” He might have been far away, but she could see his maroon eyes twitch.

“Maybe, just maybe, I was planning on doing just that tonight.” Crossing his arms in front of his chest he growled, looking away from the snack goblin that had somehow found him in that broken down house during the initial invasion.

“Aww don’t be so grumpy, I’ll help you clean and then we can get to ‘sleeping’ in the bed.” As she patted a dust covered hand on his bedsheet, his eyes widened in horror.

“You’re tiny! You’re quite literally half my size! How did you even manage this without me noticing?!” Waggling her eyebrows at her love she dipped her hand into the bag once again, a frown appearing on her face as she pulled up the last remaining doodles. “Aww, don’t be so grumpy.” They exchanged glares, all gloves were off.

Holding the bag out straight from her side she gestured to the bag, to the bed below it, and back to the bag.

“It’s not worth it.” Creeping up to her slowly she shifted to the opposite side of the bed that he was approaching.

She knows she shouldn’t.

He thought she wouldn’t.

But she was anything but predictable.

As soon as she started flipping the bag over he pounced, grabbing onto her arm in a futile attempt of keeping the cheesy dust cloud from falling onto the sheets to no avail. The bag was flung into the air, some landing on the bed but most landing on the headhunter.

Howling in faux agony he rolled off of the bed, his armour making the fall sounds a lot harder than it was. Peeking over the side of the bed she looked down at her defeated foe.

“You know if anyone else saw this you’d never be taken seriously again.”

“If someone else saw this they’d be dead.”

“No, they just left.” As she gestured out the open door he shot up instantly, flailing up on his feet and taking off after the nosy idiot, she snorted.