#impactorxreader

You tilt your book down and glance up at Impactor, he's mass-displaced and standing in front of you with his arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face, "The Princess and The Goblin," you say monotoned, pulling your legs up closer towards your body to make more to on the couch.

"Which one are you?" He chuckles, taking a seat.

"I suppose I'm the Goblin here, Princess." You try not to crack a smile.

"Ha ha," he fake laughs, delicately picking the book up from your hands.

"Hey!"

"Relax, I'm gonna give it back. Man, you humans have such tiny prints," He says, flipping through the pages, "How can you even read these words, they're made for ants?!"

"Maybe it's time to get your optics checked Gramps." This time you can't help but smile.

He looks over at you, noting that smug smile, and flips through the pages again to the exact page you were on before setting the book back in your hands with a frown.

Your smile fades, "Impactor I-" He presses his lips roughly to yours, cutting you off, before pulling away and pressing his forehelm to your forehead with that cocky smirk of his on his face again.

"Gotcha. You know it'll take a little more than that to upset me." He laughs.

"I know," You laugh back and kiss his nose, causing him to have a more sincere smile, "But you really are getting old." You tease, shifting around to lean on his chest.

"That's a good thing I guess," he places his arm around you, leaning his helm gently on your head, "Never thought I'd get the chance to."

"Well I'm glad you get to, and I'm glad I get to, with you." You say, lifting your book up to find where you left off.