Fear x reader. W/ fluff.

(Here ya go doll. Hope you enjoy, also if the pic is there .. I'm extremely proud of it.)

Fear Widowsworth was a loner, a shut in.

He hated being around anyone, he kept to himself ignoring the rest of the world. All he wanted to do was read in peace and quiet.

When he was a young baby bones he learned how cruel the world was to things that they didn't understand.

His mother was taken from him, he was only alive today because she hid him away. Unfortunately that meant he had to raise himself.

And.. While he tried to make friends, they only feared him, his many eyes freaked any other children away, the extra legs he was born with caused tear filled screams.

That was how he got his name.

Love for him seemed impossible.

No one saw past his looks, any woman he'd walk past would run off in terror, shielding their eyes from him.

.... That was until a beautiful h/c girl came into his life.

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Y/n l/n was finally old enough to leave home, she started a small store with the money she gained from her father.

She was going to inventory when the bell at the door rang, meaning a customer had walked in.

"Be right there! I'm just in the back!" She called sweetly, setting her clipboard down, she walked back out behind her counter.

She scanned the area, but didn't see anyone. "Huh? But I could have sworn I heard the bell ring.. Odd." The girl shrugged her shoulders and sat in her chair reading a magazine.

The bell on her counter rung with one ring, catching her attention and she set the magazine down, her e/c eyes meeting with lavender glowing ones.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?" She asked with a smile to the monster in front of her.

The monster nodded and set the fee things they picked out on the counter.

Y/n couldn't get a good look at the short monster's face, they wore a trench coat, the hood over their face. But she could make out their observing eyes, glowing from under the cloak.

She nods back still smiling as she scans the various items. Which were a bottle of ink, two journals, some wools of thread, and a spider pin.

"Are you a writer?" She asked for an ice breaker.

The monster seemed shocked by the question, but quickly nodded.

"That's wonderful. I always wanted to write myself, I just never got around to it." The h/c says, putting their things in a paper bag.

"You seem like you would have great ideas." The monster finally spoke, his voice having a light British accent.

"You talk?" Her eyes widen.

The monster nods. "Yes, just not very often. I tend not to have a lot to say, and no one really speaks to me at all." He says plainly.

Y/n frowns. That's pretty sad.. As far as she knew monsters where known to have massive families... Was he... Alone? What about friends?

"If... You don't mind me asking.. Why is that? You seem like a nice person to me." She asks, leaning against the counter with her elbows.

He sighs, returning his hands to his pockets. "... It is a little difficult to speak about.. I am surprised you asked.. I.. Don't have the prettiest face.. My face tends.. To scare others." His voice hitched, as if he was trying to hold in his sadness.

Y/n gasps. "What? Why would anyone be scared of you? You haven't been anything else was nice to me."

His shoulders tense. "You would say otherwise if you saw what I looked like.."

Y/n frowns. "No I wouldn't, after all it shouldn't matter what you look like. I'm sure that you're a handsome monster."

She couldn't see it, but his cheeks had flushed a little. He shakes his head and tosses the money on the counter. "You keep telling yourself that dear."

He took the bag and walked out of the store without another word.

Y/n felt her heart sink, she felt pity for that monster, he had to be misunderstood. She hated the fact that he was alone with no one to talk too. Maybe.. She would see him again. Maybe she could cheer him up.. Maybe..

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In fact, the girl did see him again, many times actually.

Once a week he would come into her store and buy the same things, journals and ink.

He would only saw a few words or two to the h/c girl, then he would leave heart feeling even more emptier than ever.

Why was she so kind to him? It didn't make any since.. The whole time he's been alive, all anyone would do is run away from him or treat him like the scum of the earth.

He knew y/n was probably just being nice because she had to be, but.. Part of him believed she was actually being genuine.

She didn't even know what he looked like... Yet she treated him with the most utmost kindness.

He wanted to know.. Would she still be his friend once she saw his ghastly appearance?

He was nervous.. But he had to be sure that she was true to him, but... Part of him was scared.. He had been hurt many times before...

He shook his head and sat on the bench by the cobblestone path and the small cold lake.

He had asked to meet the h/c girl at night.. As to not draw too much attention.

She had walked up the bench, her hands in her coat pockets. "Are you okay there?" She asks, taking a seat next to him.

He sighs and hands her the purple rose he had hidden behind his back, the girl smiled and had a soft pink blush on her cheeks.

"For me? Thank you so much."

He nods blushing as well. "Y/n.. I have something to ask of you.."

Her eyes meet his, making his cold heart flutter.

"What is it?" She rests a hand on his, with worry in her eyes.

He let's out a sigh. "Y/n.. Would you run away and leave me to die alone if you saw my face?"

Y/n felt tears at the corners of her eyes and she pulled him into a hug. "No! Of course not! Never talk like that, I don't care what you look like, you're my best friend, I wouldn't ever leave you alone to die."

He wraps his arms around the girl. "Thank you.. You have no idea how much that means to me..."

He then pulls away from the hug, making her look at him, worry still in her eyes.

He sighs and pulls down his hood, revealing his flustered face, all four of his eyes staring at her, waiting for her response.

She studied his face, then smiled and hugged him. "You are so cute!"

He sat there in shock, someone.. Called.. Him cute?

"I-... I am?" He asked.

She nods and kisses his cheek. "You are so much cuter than I thought! You're eyes are absolutely stunning!" Her hands cup his cheek bones, as she squeals about his looks.

Fear let out a sigh in relief, she wasn't scared of him. She thought he was cute!

He just sat there with a smile on his face, while she pampered his face with kisses.

Finally.. At least one person accepted him, and that was all that mattered.

It didn't matter to him if the whole world was against him, as long as she was beside him, he'd keep a smile through all of the hate.

(My attempt at feels.. -__- I hope you enjoyed.. I actually really liked this one.. *hugs fear crying*

Fear:... Wtf..)