Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

And They Were Roomates

You'd had your fair share of roommates, but none of them were quite like this. You weren't sure how long Mothman planned on staying with you, but from his general excitement and multiple drawings of you two together, you figured it would be a while.

You had a guest bedroom, but it wasn't in the best shape. You mainly used it for storage. However, you didn't think that the moth creature would care too much. Come to think about it, you doubt he'd ever had a bad before. Giving him his own space was more a convenience for you that anything. While you enjoyed Mothman's company, you knew an extended stay would be taxing. Hopefully if you have him his own space, he'd be better at giving you yours. But for now, you'd worry about keeping an eye on him for the time being. You didn't have any plans today anyway.

You put your elbow on the table and rested your face in the palm of your hand. "So when you're not crashing on my floor, what do you normally do? Do you have any hobbies? A home of your own?"

Mothman looked at you briefly before going back to his drawing. After a few moments, he slid the piece of paper to you. There was what appeared to be a pile of something – leaves perhaps – and a large tree. Arrows pointed from the drawings to a word: 'sleep.' Below that drawing was a doodle of Mothman himself holding a bottle, a tire, and a third unintelligible object. The word next to it said 'colect.'

"Ah, so you like collecting trinkets?"

Mothman nodded excitedly and pointed to the ghost string lights he wore. He returned to the paper to write the word 'fayvrit.'

You smiled, letting out a sheepish giggle. "Aw, I'm glad you like those so much. Maybe I can look through my old stuff and you can see if any of it interests you. I need an excuse to organize it all anyway."

Mothman replied with a happy chirp.

You were glad to see him in such high spirits, especially after the emotionally taxing story he just told you. Although this was still a bit strange, you couldn't deny that you cared for the fellow. Despite all of the horrors you've been told, the creature seemed harmless. Not only that, but he was kind and courteous. While he might not be totally familiar with human etiquette, he always adhered to your boundaries and learned from his mistakes. You felt that stupid smile creep up onto your face again. You think you're going to like your new roommate.

Speaking of which, you noticed that Mothan was in the process of neatly stacking up his loose sketch papers. When he was done, he stood up from the table and even pushed in the chair. His wings were buzzing with joy. He let out a series of chirps before realizing that you couldn't understand hun. Antennae lowering, he turned back to grab the notebook and pen. He wrote: 'Happy! Warm!"

You giggled at his excitement toward such a little thing. The more you thought about it though, the more it made sense why he was glad to be inside. Glancing outside through the window over the sink, you saw that the snow was getting heavy. "I'm happy that you're happy. And like I said, you're always welcome to stay here. I was thinking of setting up a room for you."

Another joyous chirp. Mothman clapped his hands together, nearly dropping the pen in the process. Although he seemed happy to have a means of communication with you, he seemed frustrated with having to carry things around. Suddenly, you had an idea. Taking the pen and notebook from his hands you asked, "Can I try to help?"

He gave you a simple nod, although the way he tilted his head signaled that there was some degree of confusion. That was allayed when you very easily tucked the notebook and pen behind the string lights wrapped around the creature. It wasn't entirely secure, but it would work for now.

"There you go. Some sort of belt or bag would be better, but at least you don't have to hold those all the time." You have him a little pat on the shoulder. "Now, about the spare bedroom. If you're going to be staying here for a while, you're going to need your own space. But in order to give you that, we're going to need to do some cleaning, alright?"

Mothman have a few nods before unexpectedly sprinting down the hallway. You heard the sound of a door opening before you could even chase after.

"Wait for me!" You chased after, now starting to worry. Maybe this would be a bigger responsibility than you thought. To your dismay, it was your bedroom door that was open. You heard rustling from within and became even more concerned. "Hey buddy, what are you doing in there?"

Mothman popped his head out from your closet and chirped. He held up a pair of your jeans.

"Wha- those aren't yours, put them back. Come here, you're in the wrong room."

His antennae lowered, and Mothman dejectedly put the pair of pants back in their spot. He then followed you into the guest bedroom, which you had been using as a storage space and makeshift office. There was a line bed tucked away in the corner, but it was currently covered in junk.

"Ugh, looks like we have a lot of work to do." This part was less fun. You sighed and started moving clothes and boxes off of the bed. Looking in one of the boxes, you noticed a few board games that you stashed at some point. They weren't anything exciting, but you thought that might be fun.

You handed the box to Mothman, who seemed very confused as to where to start. He looked around, hoping to magically find the spot you wanted the box to be. Then, he finally let out a confused chirp.

You turned to face the creature in response. "Oh, just put those in the living room. Maybe we can play one later."

Mothman's eyes lit up once again. His wings buzzed as he raced down the hall. Apparently all you had to do to raise his enthusiasm as out cleaning was make an incentive.

After much time, along with realizing that Mothman needed very direct instruction, you deemed the guest bedroom livable. You had moved anything that you were potentially afraid of the moth damaging into your bedroom or the attic. Luckily, it all went relatively smoothly. Now that the work was done, you had a promise to keep. You motioned for Mothman to follow you into the living room, and he did so happily. You pointed to the box of games.  "Go ahead and pick one, buddy."