Mothman and Me (Mothman x Reader)

The Grocery Store

Happy Late Valentine's Day. I wrote this while half asleep. If you see typos, no you don't. Enjoy.
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You gave Mothman a few more pets on his soft head and smiled. He seemed to be relaxing with each touch. Occasionally he would let out a few chirps, wings gently vibrating. You started to wonder if he had ever experienced this before. Were you the first human to get close to him? Maybe one day you would ask, but today you had already put the poor creature through enough.

"Hey, bud, I still have some stuff I need to do today. I promise I won't turn on the vacuum again or make any other loud noises, but I was thinking about going to the store and getting some stuff to make you feel more at home. Hell, I'm not even sure what you eat. I barely know how to feed myself." You gave him another pet and he chirped. "Will you be okay if I leave for a while?"

Mothman shook his head, burying it into your lap and throwing his arms around your torso. His antennae lowered as he let out many chirps of protest. You couldn't understand him, but he sounded adamant that you stay.

You were a bit taken aback by not only his adverse reaction to you leaving, but the strong display of affection that came with it. He must really care about you. You continued letting his fur, fingers now running from the top of his head to his upper back.

"You want me to stay that bad, hun?"

Mothman nodded his head firmly and squeezed you tighter. He did not seem intent on letting go.

"You know I won't be gone forever, right? Maybe an hour at most. I'm not actually leaving you. I will be right back. I promise"

Mothman's antennae lie completely flat on his head, and his red eyes went vacant. Has someone told him that before? Did they not make good on their promise? From what you knew of his life, this was very likely. You had to prove to him that this wouldn't be the case with you. You would always come back for him.

"As much as I would love to stay inside with you forever, I can't. Even if I don't go to the store today, I'll still have to go to work on Monday. You're going to have to get used to me not always being around. That doesn't mean I won't come back, though. I'll always come back for you."

Luckily, the moth's antennae perked up at that. He rolled over on his back so that his big red eyes stared up at you. They looked so innocent, yet so full of pain.

"So, what if I leave in ten minutes, and promise to be gone no longer than an hour? I'll put bird videos on the TV so you have something to do.And if you give me a list of your favorite foods, I'll make sure to get some."

Mothman  let out an exasperated chirp before lifting himself off of your lap. He threw off the blankets and swung his feet over the side of the bed, getting up to grab his notebook and pen. He quickly scribbled something before tearing off the page and handing it to you.

It read: "I lik froot joos. Favrit froot is pawpaw but it is not rite tim. Baked beens also veree gud. I can not choo. Onlee drink."

You read over the note, finding his dietary restrictions easy enough. You could easily pick up smoothie components and baked beans at the nearby Piggly Wiggly. He was right, though, pawpaw was not in season, nor was it sold in grocery stores. He'd have to wait for that one.

"Alright, I'll get too it. I promise I will be as quick as possible. Let me get your bird show up and going. Go ahead and get yourself comfy on the couch."

While not complete obstinate, Mothman still did not seem too happy about your impending departure. He kept his arms crossed during the entire walk from his bedroom to the living room. When he sat on the couch, he made little effort to actually get comfortable.

Despite his attitude, you tried to make Mothman as comfortable by himself as possible. You found another bird documentary for him to watch and made sure that there were plenty of blankets at his disposal. Once that was set up, you gathered your things and got ready to head out. Before leaving, however, you had a few things to say to the moth.

"I'll be just down the road. The doors are locked, and I advise that they stay that way. Never answer any strangers. If anyone knocks, try to stay still and pretend that nobody is home. It's very rare that I get any visitors, so I doubt anything will happen, but I just want to make sure. Does that make sense?"

Mothman replied with a single nod. He reached for his notebook to write you one last message before you left.

"Plees com bak saf fren <3"