slasher imagines/ Slashers X Reader

butterfly wings - Michael

"are you even listening
to me?" i ask,
moving the stray hair from
his forehead.
his closed eyes open slightly,
as he nods his head.
i smile at his obvious restlessness,
and continue talking about my day.
"so around lunch time,
i decided to be
somewhat productive, and actually get up and make som-"
i was cut off
by his warm lips pressing
up against mine.
his lips linger on mine,
soft and delicate,
like butterfly wings.his lips leave mine, as he
presses his forehead to
mine. "darling i would love to
hear about your day, but i'm
extremely tired."
he whispered, plopping his
head on the pillow.
i bit my lip in pure
excitement, and nod in
agreement.
my head lays down, sinking
into the soft material.
"good night."
i whisper, pulling the blanket to my chin.
his arm flings around my
waist, pulling my back to
his warm chest.
his lips linger next to ear,
whispering
"good night, my love."