Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

The Documentary: Part 2

You tried to push the sadder things out of your mind. For now, Mothman was here, safe, and probably not going anywhere. Luckily for you,the documentary moved on to the Superb Bird of Paradise, whose mating strategy consisted of skittering around its potential mate while making itself as round and as possible. It was quite entertaining, and you couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

Your fuzzy companion, however, was intrigued. His eyes were glued to the screen, and you could swear that he was making mental notes if everything he saw. After a minute you wondered if it was the birds he was enamored with, or the brightness of the screen. Either way, it didn't look like he was hurting himself. You'd go ahead and let him finish.

After about an hour, the bird documentary came to a bittersweet end. You now knew more about birds than you'd probably ever want to, but your new roommate was happy, which was all that mattered. Once the program ceased, Mothman erupted into a chatter of chirps and arm waving.

"Woah there, buddy. First of all, I can't understand you. Second of all, I've had to pee for like half an hour. Go ahead and write your stuff down. I'm gonna piss."

You hurried off and did your business. Not wanting to leave the moth alone too long, you made sure to return quickly. Apparently you were not quick enough, seeing that the living room was now strewn with notebook paper. Mothman himself was furiously scribbling away. Taking a closer look, you noticed that many of the notes were thank yous and other expressions of appreciation. Others were crude doodles of the birds depicted in the film accompanied by a few facts that he had learned about them. After a minute or two, a piece of paper was thrust into your hands.

"Thank you for the birds. Did not no that there were so manee! Want to sho you birds I no som tim. Are there mor bird movees? Had fun."

You couldn't contain your grin. Something about Mothman's notes made you feel fuzzy inside. You chalked it up to being glad that he was happy. "Aw, I'm glad you liked it, bud. I'm sure that there's more, but you should probably take a bit of a break. You practically had your head pressed up to the screen. That's not good for your eyes, man."

His shoulders slumped a bit, obviously a little disappointed. You felt kind of bad, but you didn't want to create too much of a TV addict. Something about letting a moth creature stare at a big light up screen seemed wrong. You didn't want to completely ruin his fun, though.

"Here, I have an idea. You like to listen right?"

Mothman enthusiastically nodded his head.

You grabbed the tv remote and opened up YouTube. After a little searching, you found just what you were looking for, black screen bird chirping videos. The abundance of sleep videos never let you down.

Your house was filled by the melodic sounds of bird calls and forest ambience. Mothman appeared to be in heaven. Once again, his wings were vibrating, leaving a little bit of moth dust on your floor. You had to vacuum anyway, so it was no big deal.

While distracted by that, you were caught off guard by a tap on your shoulder. Mothman stood with his arms outstretched, his new tell-tale sign for wanting a hug. Giggling, you obliged, overjoyed that you were bringing your friend some much needed comfort. The hug filled you with warmth as you plunged yourself into Mothman's soft fur. You had to admit to yourself that the feeling was nice. The embrace was over all too soon when Mothman abandoned you for his notebook. He scrawled another note for you, turning it so you could see.

"You mak me hapee :)"

Your heart melted. "You make me happy, too."