my monster 🥺🥺🥺(mike wazowski x reader)

4

I was running and screaming as the evil red puppet chased me, yelling about a mr. noodle. The creature was gaining on me and I got a glance of my Mike. He was all the way on the other side of the universe, I was doomed! The creature jumped on me, and with one last 'Mr. Noodle!' killed me.

I woke up breathing heavily. It was just a dream. I rolled over to look at my pink alarm clock. It was two am. I was parched and if I was being honest... I missed Mike. I was scared without him there to protect me. I got out of bed, my feet hitting the fluffy beside rug. I sleepily walked to the kitchen, turning the corner when I bumped into a strong, buff, ripped, chest. It was... Mike? 

"Mikey?" I asked, rubbing my rare eyes. 

"Y/N?" He replied with the same shocked tone that I used. What was he doing up so late?

"Will you come back to my bed?" I blurted, too tired to think sensibly. This was the man who was trying to steal screams. He was a monster. He nodded and followed me back to bed, handing me a glass of water. "For the record, I don't forgive you."

"I know, but let's just sleep now and fight tomorrow." I nodded, and we went back to bed. As we laid together, Mike gently hugged me in his sleep, spooning me. It was really quite adorable. And with my Mikey Wikey, I felt safe. No one could hurt me when my 4 foot, jacked, monster was with me.