Sorry my updates are a bit slow, iv been caught up in a lot of up coming school stuff, so please bare with me 🤍
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Y/n woke up in Steve's spare room, as she always did, and pulled herself out of bed.
She looked down at the tattoo on her arm and frowned, running her fingers over it before pulling her sleeve back down covering it up.
She was ashamed of her past, at least she could admit that, and didn't want to ever relive it.
She took a seat at her neat desk and started applying any makeup that she usually did to cover up any eye bags that could have formed from her nightmares.
She did visit a councillor but labelled all her "experiences" as family situations and never actually explained what happened but still expressed her discomfort of the nightmares.
There was no way in hell the councillor, or anyone in that matter, would believe her apart from Steve.
She smiled at the thought of him but quickly regained her composure, her heart would forever be set on 001.
He risked and died in the process of trying to save her, yes he was saving himself as well but it's the thought that counts. She was loyal to him.
Even thought he was supposedly dead, she still swore to herself that she'd never fall for anyone ever again.
That for one, made him extremely happy...
After she finished her makeup she arose from her chair and opened her closet picking out an outfit (of your choice).
After removing all her nightwear she quickly hurried the rest on before stretching, and leaving the room.
She walked rubbing her eyes to the bathroom before grabbing her toothbrush, squeezing the toothpaste on a quickly brushing her teeth.
"Y/N COME ON WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE, ROBINS ALREADY HERE" Steve shouted for her, from the bottom of the stairs.
She quickly finished brushing her teeth before yelling back a small "coming" and running down the stairs grabbing her bag.
Steve opened the door letting y/n walk through first, she was greeted by Robin doing her makeup in the car, like always.
Y/n hopped in the back seat earning a quick wave from Robin.
"You'd never believe how fast I got dressed" Robin said with exaggerated hand gestures, receiving a small laugh from y/n and a smile.
She listened to Robin ramble on about how she realised the time and was too busy trying to figure out what top would match her makeup but then releasing she wasn't actually wearing any makeup.
"You sure do have a chaotic morning" y/n said smiling at Robin, which she quickly agreed then being rudely interrupted by Steve's rambling about at girl that asked Him out but then stood him up.
A small chill crept up y/ns neck causing her to twitch a little, she looked out the window to see the car had stopped moving, confusing her.
She looked over at the drives and passenger seat to see.. Robin and Steve weren't there.
She thought at first this was some kind of sick joke, but the thought about it deeper and realised they couldn't have gotten out of the car and out of sight in that little amount of time.
Y/n started shaking, and looking around for a valid answer but seeing nothing.
Her wrist started to hurt so she pulled up her sleeve and noticed her tattoo looked sort of swollen like it was... fresh.
Her face twisted from fear to horror in a matter of seconds, She started hyperventilating and tried to leave the car.
But then she felt a firm hand on her shoulder causing her to freeze in place, not daring to look at whoever or whatever was touching her.
But then she heard a oh so familiar voice, causing her heart to skip a beat. It was...001.
"Please don't be scared, love, It's only a matter of time before-" he said, y/n quickly looked back and felt no pressure on her shoulder and no 001.
The car was moving again and she could hear the chatter of Steve and Robin could be heard again.
Y/n was utterly terrified, has she just hallucinated or did that actually happen.
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•fixation• 001 x reader
FanfictionMaybe it was his love that drove him to follow y/n, emotionally and almost physically. His evergreen love only blossomed more the closer they got, even thought they were bounded apart. •
