#vanessas writing

[beep-beep-robin]

the thing about steddie that gets me is that it‘s just these two characters that have so much love for other people, but so little for themselves.

we see eddie with the kids, giving his all to make them feel like they belong to hellfire, we see him with chrissy, putting on a little show so she doesn‘t feel threatened by him, we see him with dustin, roughhousing and telling him to never change (and that he loves him), we hear wayne talk about eddie lovingly, we see him DIE for a town that hates him. and then we see the eddie who talks down on himself, talking about how he always runs, „hunt the freak, right?“, and him blaming himself for chrissy‘s death. we see him being shunned and hunted by the whole town for who he is and for something that he was a victim of.

we see steve with the kids, always the babysitter and yet so serious about his role, we see him with robin, accepting her with open arms and driving her to school probably every morning, we see him with nancy, his ex, who he still tries to protect with all he has. and then we see steve who calls himself stupid, who talks about how weird he was as a child, who says how horrible he is as a boyfriend, who blames himself for not being better at school. we see him being ostracized by his old friends for becoming a better person, getting beat up multiple times and no one ever properly acknowledging it, and we know his parents are basically never there.

just the thought of them finally giving each other the love they deserve is so beautiful to me.

#i‘m so fucking sappy today i‘m almost cringing at myself #i apologize #THEM #i can‘t stop thinking about them #i‘m so emotional rn don‘t touch me #steddie #stranger things #steveddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #original post #vanessas writing

[mournfulroses]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1937, featured in Selected Letters

#lit #virginia woolf #letters #quotes #writings #Vanessa bell #fragments #ecerpts #typography #p

[sillyahhchana]

one of my fav scenes idc

#idc if it wasn't 'scary enough' this is everything I ever wanted #i want to write a whole review in the tag so bad #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's movie #five nights at freddy's #freddy fazballs #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #vanessa shelly #we are fnaf

[sofiaruelle]

Yes she does accidentally drink paint water when she’s in the Zone™️ 🍄 🍄 🍄

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew leah #sdv leah #i miss my wife #Also i can imagine her making a bunch of vanessa stockard-esque paintings of Krobus #and maybe make wooden krobus miniatures #god i love her so much #she and elliot having the habbit of eating their writing/drawing utensils #Who needs to accidentally drink paint water when you have mushrooms #jkjkjkjk #but like she and emily would

[murdrdocs]

i've been obsessed with the idea of vanessa using her handcuffs so that your wandering hands don't push her away while she makes you cum over and over again🧍

(the vanessa and mike brainrot has been eating me alive.)

and another anon mentioned vanessa using the cuffs to pull r back into her strap and ... SMUT 17+

she's not necessarily mean about it. stern is more the word. determined, even.

if you'd been able to look back at her, you would see her lips pulled into half a snarl for just a moment, up until your legs started to shake and your moans wobbled. it's then that her face melts, pink lips pursing into a coo. yet, her fingers don't uncurl from the chain of the cuffs, her nails still pierce the skin on your hip, her cock still plunges forcibly into your walls with each punctuated thrust.

this has to be your fifth (maybe sixth?) orgasm of the day, and you know vanessa won't let you rest after this. because she'd been nice to you the entire night. using the fuzzy pink cuffs instead of the ones that came with her job. giving you some time to rest between orgasms three and four. even letting you sit on her face for your fourth orgasm, one you complained about before she'd given you the proposition.

even as she degrades you ("such a pretty little slut 'f me, isn't that right, baby?") she's nice about it. besides, even though what will be orgasm number five (maybe) is possibly the meanest of them all, the one before this one was sweeter, as you were positioned on your back instead of on your knees with your back to her chest like now.

then, you were able to watch vanessa as she pleased you, vibrator forced on your clit to the highest setting while she slowly fucked you open. your hands had attempted to push her away, legs borderline thrashing about as if you weren't enjoying the stimulation.

like a brat –– as vanessa had labeled you –– you were ungrateful, running away from vanessa instead of towards her. which is what warranted the cuffs.

"you got yourself here, sweetheart," vanessa condescendingly reminded you, her lips pressing to the spot right behind your ear.

#vanessasworld! #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly x you #vanessa shelly #vanessa fnaf #fnaf movie #vanessa shelly smut #celeste writes fnaf

[sundrop-writes]

Damn The Man, Save The Empire

(Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!GN!Reader

Heaven is a place we can't afford.

Summary:

Vanessa has always taken care of you.

Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you.

(Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film (features spoilers for the movie).

Word Count: 6,100

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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: This fic contains major spoilers for the film (even though it takes place before the main bulk of the film) - if you haven’t seen the movie yet and you want to watch it spoiler-free, be cautious; general toxic relationship - the two main characters have a very toxic relationship; there is a power imbalance in the relationship due to one of the characters being a police officer; both of the main characters have a lot of childhood trauma and they show it in their actions; there is underlying dom/sub dynamics - the reader is submissive and Vanessa is dominant; somewhat dubious consent - the whole interaction starts out as an argument rather than something explicitly sexual, but the reader still enjoys it the whole time (one of those safe, consensual, but not ‘sane’ situations). The reader’s gender is completely ambiguous - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours, and the reader’s genitals are described in a way that could be interpreted as the character being amab or afab, no specific gendered terms are used; mentions of the reader having sex with someone who is not Vanessa (a random unnamed man); mentions of the reader having sex in the back of someone’s car and being caught by a police officer who is not Vanessa (and then being passed off to Vanessa); dark!Vanessa, jealous!Vanessa, possessive!Vanessa (she hates that the reader had sex with someone else earlier that night).

The reader and Vanessa have been friends since childhood; mention of the reader drinking/ingesting alcohol - not enough to impair consent or impair the general senses; the reader calls Vanessa ‘Ness’ or ‘Nessa’ as a nickname; technically, Vanessa does ‘arrest’ the reader (she doesn’t bring the reader into a police station or file any official paperwork); Vanessa puts the reader in handcuffs in a non-sexual way, and later those handcuffs are used for sexual bondage; use of Y/N (and L/N, meaning Last Name); mention of the reader character stealing and doing other petty crimes; mentions of Vanessa’s childhood trauma - her father murdering children and forcing her to help cover it up (implications that she also participated in the killings in some way); the reader witnessed one of the killings as a child and has also kept it a secret; somewhat graphic descriptions of murder/a child being killed.

Some manhandling but nothing that would insist that Vanessa has inhuman strength; hair-pulling - kind of in a sexy way, kind of in a violent way; Vanessa literally steps on the reader (again, kind of violent, kind of sexy) - some breath restriction due to being stepped on; general pain kink; the characters in this fic have a poor attitude toward casual hook-ups; there is a hand on the neck but no purposeful choking (very little restriction of breath); nipple play - Vanessa painfully tugs the reader’s nipple; something like subspace is described, but the word ‘subspace’ isn’t specifically used; slight inspection kink; spanking - on the reader’s thighs and on the reader’s genitals; Vanessa calls the reader ‘brat’; a lot of this could be seen as brat-taming/brat tamer!Vanessa; Vanessa uses her hand on the reader - because the reader’s genitals are not described, this could be interpreted as a handjob or fingering (but there are no mentions of penetration); Vanessa fucks herself against the reader’s thigh; Vanessa edges the reader (once); asking permission to orgasm; biting/marking kink; I believe that's finally everything.

A/N: This fic is named after a Pierce The Veil song of the same name. I definitely recommend listening to the song, because the lyrics fit with this fic so so well. A very large part of her characterization in this is informed by the 'if you bring Abby back here again, I will shoot you' moment from the movie - rage fuelled by compassion and love and protectiveness for another person. I really love that part and I think it's such an interesting aspect to her character. Also, I put a lot of thought into making this completely gender neutral, making sure the reader could be interpreted as amab or afab, so I hope that everyone enjoys it! Also - I know that it might be weird for Vanessa's nickname in this fic to be 'Ness' because that's the name of Matpat's diner character (named after a character in one of his theories??) but I think it's a cute nickname, and if I actually knew her, that's what I would call her. So I am going off the idea that neither of the characters in this fic know Ness the diner waiter, and the reader has just always called Vanessa 'Ness'. So - yeah.

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“Get in the car.” Vanessa barked - the pure anger and annoyance in her voice echoed through the night. 

You hated that it brought you a certain kind of warped joy. 

She put a hand flat on your back, between your shoulder blades, and roughly shoved you toward the back bumper of her police cruiser. 

You purposefully walked slower, just to mock her, and she let out a harsh sigh. You bit your lip to hold back a grin. At this point in your lives, this was just the nature of your relationship with your best friend. You didn’t just get under her skin, you lived there. 

“God, I can’t believe you!” She shouted. “Public indecency? You’ve gotten in shit for some pretty stupid things, but having sex in the back of some random asshole’s car-?!” 

“The back of someone’s car should not be considered ‘public’!” You argued, laughter edging on your voice. 

It was difficult to take things seriously when you knew that the consequences wouldn’t be too severe. Vanessa always swooped in to save you. She would just bring you home, scold you a bit. But she wouldn’t do anything that would leave a lasting mark. 

“Did you even know the guy you were fucking? Did you even use a fucking condom?” She screeched at you. 

Did you know the guy? Sort of. Did you use a condom? Yes, you did. 

But you were in the mood to annoy Vanessa even more. 

You shrugged. “Why does it matter? Your stupid cop friend interrupted us before we could even finish, so-” 

“Ugh, get in the car!”

She was lucky that Officer Lamontange had been on duty, and he owed her a favor. Anybody else would have slapped a pair of cuffs on you and hauled you to the station without a second thought. You’d be in processing by now, and you’d be in jail for the next few weeks before they could even get you a public defender. 

But that was you and Vanessa. You fucked up, she stuck her neck out for you. This was probably going to be one time too many. This was going to be the one that got her fired. She had already been warned about letting you off, performing ‘special favors’. 

“Get in the car!” You repeated back, mocking her voice in a silly way before you let out a chuckling howl. 

So what? You liked to party. So what? Those parties got a little out of control. 

It’s not your fault some uptight suburban yuppies called the cops on you for having fun. You didn’t even know that having an ‘open container’ of booze and having sex in the back of someone’s car was illegal anyway. Live and learn. 

“God, how much have you had to drink?” Vanessa gritted through her teeth, low and full of breath, the way she always did when she was angry. 

It was something that made your stomach twist and made you far dizzier than the alcohol did. You weren’t sure if it was from lust - from your underlying attraction toward her, or if it was from fear. Perhaps a bit of both. 

“Let me smell your breath.” She demanded. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t had that much to drink. One or two sips from a bottle, enough to get you a bit buzzed. You had been planning on having more later. But you were in a nagging mood, and didn’t want to give into her so easily. 

“Ness, I’m not a fucking teenager-” You argued, still facing away from her as you trudged toward the car with lazy steps. 

She put a hand on your elbow and whipped you around with a surprising strength, forcing you to face her. She was tight in your personal space before you could blink, and instinctively, you clamped your mouth closed and held your breath - though you knew that the smell of Jack Daniels would be apparent coming off your nose and lips whether you breathed on her or not. 

“You’re not a teenager anymore, but you’re sure as fuck acting like one.” She said harshly. 

You finally released your breath, giving another laugh and a shrug. 

“At least I know how to have fun.” You argued, entirely careless about the situation. 

You expected that you would get into the front seat of the car and she would drive you home. She’d probably make you drink some water before tucking you into bed, and you would fall asleep to her giving you a long lecture about responsibility. She would come by in the morning with coffee and bagels (despite the stereotypes about cops, Vanessa was not much of a donut person). 

But instead of partaking in this predictable routine, Vanessa surprised you with her next move. 

She put a hand in the middle of your back and shoved you toward the car again. This time you were closer - your stomach landed against the back bumper, and you let out a small grunt as you collided with it. You turned your head over your shoulder to question her, but before you could get any words out, she pulled one of your forearms to the middle of your back and you felt cold steel on your wrist. 

“Y/N L/N, you’re under arrest for Public Intoxication and Public Indecency,” She announced, her voice deadly calm, and stern. 

“Ness, you’re seriously arresting me?” You asked, insult and scorn running through your voice. 

Her answer came in the form of her bringing your other wrist to the middle of your back - she joined it into the cuffs with the harsh, echoing grind of metal as the cuffs slid into place. 

“You have the right to remain silent-” She said, continuing to go about the routine in a very unfeeling tone. 

“You have the right to fuck off.” You bit back bitterly. 

“Anything you say can and will be used against you-” 

“Is that everything I’ve ever told you from when we were kids, or is that just starting now?” You asked, feeling spite rise up in you. 

“Will you ever learn to shut up?” She replied with a sarcastic, spiteful question of her own, and grabbed you to bring you around to the back door of the car. 

You heaved out a sigh as she opened the door. As she put a hand on the top of your head and tried to push you into the car, you resisted further. 

“Ness, seriously?” You said, hoping one last push against her would get her to take off the cuffs. 

“Just get in the car.” She repeated again, her voice entirely stern. 

You sagged, and let yourself become pliant to her motions as she guided you into the backseat. 

It wasn’t the first time you had been in the back of her police car. But it was always under other circumstances. If something else was occupying the front seat, like a large tool box or her gym bag, then she would make you sit in the back. Sometimes, if you were too drunk to sit up and she was afraid you would puke on her, then she would make you sit in the back. You found it to be a decent place to fall asleep. 

However, this was the first time you had been in the backseat in handcuffs. 

This was the first time she had officially arrested you. 

You found it uncomfortable to sit with your wrists behind your back, but you knew that was currently the least of your problems. Vanessa leaned in, reaching for the seatbelt, ready to strap you in, fiddling with it for a moment before she grunted with frustration. 

“The seatbelt back here is still broken.” She said through gritted teeth as she moved to stand at her full height outside the car. “Because someone insisted on-” 

“Oh, shut up.” You barked back. “Where else was I supposed to strap in Sir Bearrington?” 

A few weeks ago she had picked you up from a carnival. 

You had been detained by security there for stealing a large lock box of money from one of the vendors - it had been out in the open, too tempting. When you had taken it with no real plan and simply started running, you had eventually been caught by the security staff on the grounds. 

And when you had been locked up in the office, you had called Vanessa - and she had arrived to bail you out without question. Earlier in the night, you had won an oversized teddy bear and refused to give it up even when Vanessa insisted that it was stupid. 

Apparently your insistence to try and strap the bear into her back seat, the ensuing argument the two of you had over it, grabbing the seatbelt and tugging at it - had broken the seatbelt. You hadn’t been paying much attention at the time. 

“You’re not cute.” Vanessa mumbled, clearly disgruntled by the whole thing. 

She slammed the back door closed, leaving you unrestrained in the back of the car, fully prone to be injured in a car accident. Though, you supposed she didn’t care about that with how angry she was at you right now. 

She walked around to the front seat and got in, leaving the two of you in a sullen silence as she started the car and drove away. She didn’t even bother putting on the radio to buffer that silence, and you hated how much it made you feel like a child sitting in the principal’s office. 

You stared at the back of her head through the metal mesh of the cage separating the front and the back - something that supposedly kept her safe from the dangerous criminal that you were. You felt a deep bitter ache form inside of you as all of it truly set in. With the handcuffs biting into your wrists and your fingers beginning to tingle with numbness, it truly hit you. 

Vanessa wasn’t going to protect you anymore. 

“You’re seriously bringing me in?” You choked out, not intending for the hurt to come through in your voice as much as it did. 

“Yes.” Vanessa replied. “You did something wrong. You deserve to see justice.” 

“Justice?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “You sure have a funny sense of that.” 

“How so?” Vanessa asked, her voice entirely timid. 

She kept her eyes straight ahead, not daring to catch a glimpse of your disappointed face in the rearview mirror. She had a feeling that she knew what you were going to say, and she wasn’t going to like it. 

“If you had any sense of justice, you wouldn’t have begged me not to rat out your father all those years ago.” You said, your voice choked off by emotion. “I would have told everyone what I saw, and he’d be in jail. You would have gone into foster care with some other family, and you’d be miles and miles away from this shithole town. And… I’d probably be in the psych ward. Making paper crafts with some nice woman named Martha.” 

“Please don’t talk about my father.” Vanessa gritted out - it was a very tender spot for her, which was something that you already knew. 

The day you met Vanessa was one of the worst days of your life. 

It started out as a day that was entirely unassuming, at best. You had divorced parents, and when your father got you on weekends, he didn’t like to try too hard. He was the type of dad who turned on the TV and fell asleep, left you to your own devices. You liked it that way. 

That weekend, he had brought you out. Freddy Fazbear’s was a place kids could have fun, and their parents could sit back and forget about them. You liked it there - just like any other kid would. You ran around, played arcade games, ate pizza. You gawked at the animatronic band and danced to their songs. 

At one point, you ran into a shy little blond girl and she introduced herself to you as Vanessa. She told you that sometimes being at Freddy’s got boring for her because her father worked there and she was there all the time. She showed you all the best arcade games, and a hack to get a free play (unplugging them and plugging them back in, which reset them to ‘demo mode’). She even snuck behind the prize counter and got you a decoder ring that you had been admiring, but didn’t have enough tickets for. 

The two of you had the best afternoon together. And you hated it when your father shouted your name and told you that you were going home. So you told him that you needed a spare minute to say goodbye to your new friend Vanessa. And then, innocently enough - you sought her out. 

This search for her mistakenly led you into one of the back rooms.

The horrors you saw could barely be described. A Yellow Rabbit mascot missing its head. A twisted, laughing face covered in blood. A horrifically large knife plunging into a small body. Bright red, thick blood. Guts, flesh. Carnage. 

Vanessa found you just as her father spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He came at you with the bloody knife at the ready. That crazed expression on his face was the most unforgettable thing about him. Whenever you closed your eyes and thought back to that day - the expression on his face was the thing that you remembered most. 

Vanessa threw herself in front of you and begged for your life. The discussion between them that followed was a blur in your mind as your heart thumped hard between your ears. Something about ‘witnesses’ and ‘loose ends’. All you knew for certain was that Vanessa had saved your life. 

At one point, using his large, yellow mascot hand, he thrust a knife toward her, forcing it into her small fist - and he told her that it was time for her to start ‘pulling her weight’. Vanessa took you by the wrist and took you to another room. 

But you never felt afraid with her, not for a moment. 

She made you swear not to tell anyone what you had seen, and you did. And because she just didn’t have it in her to take a life, especially not yours - she let you live. 

It was too weekends later when your father brought you back to Freddy’s. 

You were excited to see Vanessa. Her father was not excited to see you. When he pulled you into one of the back rooms and berated Vanessa about why you were still ‘around’ - you finally found your courage, and told him that you ‘wouldn’t tell’. The smile he gave you was almost as horrifying as the killing had been. He patted you on the head, and said that he liked loyalty ‘in his friends’. 

The Bonnie plushie that he gave you - a kind of reward for your silence, felt tainted. You threw it away at the closest opportunity, but you kept the decoder ring. You still had it in your jewelry box, even to this day. 

Strangely enough, that wasn’t the last time you saw Vanessa. The two of you spent more and more time together, quickly becoming best friends. You were two lost children in the world, two warped branches of a tree growing to lean on each other, desperate to find the sun. You were the only person who knew all of her dark secrets and didn’t care. You were the only person around her who wasn’t dead, or didn’t fear the rumors about her after Freddy’s shut down - even after she started going by her mother’s maiden name, desperate to escape the dark shadow her father had created over her life. 

Being around Vanessa, spending more time with her - it meant that you did see her father in passing. Every time you did, it felt like seeing a ghost. It did feel like the man with the knife and the crazed expression on his face was a completely different person from the man with the thick glasses who sat across from you at the dinner table, offering you more peas and asking about how your classes were going. 

Vanessa was always the same person. She was always stubborn. She was always a champion for the innocent. She was always someone who needed intense control over every aspect of her life. You thought she would have been destined to become a social worker - but you guessed that she had seen too many broken, dead kids for a lifetime. And she liked the security of having a gun on her belt. So that’s why she became a cop. 

You became a highschool drop-out, part-time drunk, petty criminal, sex degenerate, and general failure. 

It was a real case study of the two roads that trauma corrupted people can take. If anybody were ever willing to take a closer look. 

Vanessa fuelled her anxiety and anger into going forward, charging ahead without thinking, and your anxiety and nightmares caused you to fall more and more backward by the minute. 

“How is dear old daddy, by the way?” You asked, picking at the raw nerve out of spite. “Has he missed me at family dinners?” 

“Shut up!” Vanessa barked. Then after a heavy moment, she let out another quiet, mousy sentence. “I haven’t seen him in years. You know that.” 

“Oh, but your bank account says otherwise.” You replied, a cocky tone breaching through. “The new apartment is so nice. I know you’re not bankrolling all that on a cop’s salary. What kind of dirty work does he have you doing these days?” 

Vanessa’s silence was painfully knowledgeable. 

He had sucked her back in somehow. 

“I knew that you always had a soft spot for him.” You sighed. “You probably wish he had gotten rid of me all those years ago, huh?” You mumbled quietly. “It’s not like you ever actually cared about me.” 

Of course, you were feeling hurt by her putting you in handcuffs, threatening to turn you in, something that felt like the ultimate betrayal - so the words slipped out. 

You were shocked when Vanessa slammed on the breaks and the car came to a screeching halt. It was lucky that you were on a desolate backroad with nobody else to rear-end you at the sudden stop. If not for your instincts (even while slightly inebriated) to put your foot against the cage, keeping yourself from smacking forward, then you likely would have had the harsh shape of that mesh imprinted on your cheek. 

“I never cared about you?” Vanessa asked, her voice filled with an intense, dark rage. 

You caught her eye in the rearview mirror, and save for the tears dancing on her waterline - she had a look almost identical to that same crazed look her father had worn all those years ago. You almost would have mocked her for it if you didn’t feel your stomach clenching up with fear. 

You had to remind yourself that this was your Vanessa. This wasn’t him. 

“I never cared about you?” She repeated, so utterly insulted by what you had said that she could feel her reality tearing apart. She almost could believe that you had said it. 

“Vanessa-” You choked out, calling her by her full name for the first time in so long. 

Before you could beg for mercy or apologize, she abruptly cut you off. 

“No.” She said. “Shut up.” 

The pure force of her voice sent chills through you, and this time you couldn’t help but to comply. 

You sat in a dizzying silence as she slammed on the gas pedal again, and the car went speeding off. She seemed very determined with where she was going. After a minute or two, where you were becoming increasingly light-headed from your worry, Vanessa whipped the cruiser into an empty lot - a random patch of old pavement that looked like it was on the back end of a place used to keep scrap cars. 

It was dark and secluded. Nobody would find you here. 

She turned off the car and got out, and the back door was open before you could blink. 

“Vanes-” 

You tried to speak to her again, but she reached into the back and grabbed you harshly. One hand tight in your hair, fierce, like a catty teenage fight, and the other on the collar of your crappy old band shirt. She tore your body out of the car (once again, her strength amazed you), stretching out the neck of your shirt in the process. You pattered along with your feet, struggling to keep up and whining in pain as she tugged harshly on your roots, likely pulling hair out in some places. 

You would deny that you liked the pain, especially when it was inflicted onto you by her. 

She tossed you onto the ground and the roughness of the pavement bit into your skin. You let out a sharp groan as you felt some of the skin on your elbow being scraped away.

“Ness-” 

Before you could speak, she put a hefty boot on your hip and turned you over, turning you over onto your back. She then pushed that boot into the middle of your stomach, forcing all the air out of you. With the force pushing down on you, your arms became numb as your hands got pushed into the pavement, the metal of the cuffs biting into your wrists even more now. 

You looked up the length of her body at her, admiring her like a monument in the darkness. Oddly enough, equal parts fear and lust tingled through you as you had nothing but her in your view. Your mind became hazy from the grounding weight of her boot pushing down against the middle of your body. She was a goddess - piercing blue eyes, glassy and crazed, and the swell of her breasts, tightly pressed against her blue uniform shirt, the slight of her shoulders just barely blocking out the inky blue of the night sky as she towered over you. 

You knew that she could have killed you. She could have easily shot you and left your body there, and nobody would have cared about a petty criminal fuck-up like you turning up dead. 

But in that moment, you weren’t afraid. You never had to be afraid with her. 

“Vanessa-” 

“Shut. Up.” She ground out, the words harsh through her teeth. 

She pressed her foot down slightly, causing you to moan out in pain. 

“Do not, for a moment, even begin to judge-” She almost choked on the words, grinding like harsh knives against her throat. “Do not begin to perceive how much I do or do not care about you.” She said, the words harsh and venomous in the cool air. “If I didn’t care about you, you would fucking know it.” 

You knew there was more to it, more waiting on her tongue. Words she couldn’t say. 

‘If I didn’t care about you, you wouldn’t be here right now.’ 

You were lucky to have her. You knew that. 

“I’m sorry.” You croaked out, finding it hard to breathe around the boot pressing into your diaphragm. 

Once again, this reminded you of her power over you - the way she towered over you like a proud monument. You hated the fact that even as you struggled for air, you felt a demanding need growing between your thighs. 

It certainly didn’t help that you hadn’t been able to cum earlier. Like you had said, you had been interrupted before you and your ‘friend’ (acquaintance, a random guy you kind of knew) could finish up. And although you hadn’t been expecting that to be a very satisfying sexual encounter, you were hoping for it to be distracting and take the edge off of your general horniness, at the very least. 

Now you were here - unintentionally edged and hornier than ever. 

“Yeah, I’ll show you sorry.” Vanessa muttered, that anger still ripe on her breath. 

You thought maybe she would hit you. 

It wouldn’t be the first time that the two of you had gotten into a physical fight, volatile and wonderful as your relationship was. You did think it was unfair that this time you were so unmatched, with your hands cuffed behind your back. But she surprised you when, instead of punching you, she took her foot off your stomach completely. And then she came down to straddle you, sitting on that same sore spot above your waistband where her foot had just been. 

Oh, so it was that kind of sorry. 

This wouldn’t be the first time you and Vanessa had sex either. Frankly, you should have been expecting this. 

A lot of your arguments with Vanessa ended in fistfighting - or fucking. Sometimes a combination of both. 

She glared down the length of her body at you and you were aggravated. She wasn’t sitting low enough on your waist for you to grind yourself against her, to get any good friction where you needed it most. You whined with torment and pain as more pressure, the whole weight of her body and yours was put on your cuffed wrists and they were pushed into the ground. 

Your wrists were going to be so fucked - but you tried to make that a problem for your later self. 

You squirmed helplessly, trying to get more comfortable. Vanessa put a stop to your movements with a hand around your neck, shoving your head backwards into the pavement. You instantly stilled against the tightness of her fingers, especially as she pressed into the tender point at the side of your jaw with her thumb. 

She didn’t apply any intense pressure - as long as you sat with your head back and stayed still, she only used the touch to make you pliant and trap you there. 

She put her other hand above your head and leaned down slightly, creating a looming shadow over you as she spoke. 

“Do not ever accuse me of not caring about you.” She said, her voice still painted dark with anger. “Do you think that random guy you were fucking cared about you?” 

You knew the question was a trap. 

“No.” You said, your voice the timid one now. 

“Do you think he would give a shit if you live or die?” She asked, moving her free hand to skim her knuckles across the side of your cheek - a touch so gentle that it made you shiver. “Do you think he would give his life for yours?” 

“No.” You whimpered in return, feeling that aching need between your thighs growing more hot and prominent. 

“Do you think he would even give a fuck if he made you cum or not?” 

With these words, she reached down suddenly and - with picture perfect aim, grabbed your nipple through your shirt, giving it a harsh twist. The pain shot through you, causing you to arch up against the hold she had on your neck. This made you lightheaded, but you knew better than to keep her waiting for an answer. 

“No!” You whined out breathlessly. “No, he wouldn’t care!” 

“Exactly.” She growled out. “I care. I’m the only one who cares about you in this godforsaken world.” 

She was probably right. 

You sucked in a breath, desperate to fill your lungs when she let you go. 

You looked on with intrigue as she descended down your body. While sitting on your knees, keeping you pinned to the ground, she opened the button and zipper of your jeans. She dug her fingers into the waistband and yanked them down. 

It was a bit of a struggle with you acting as deadweight against her, becoming more dizzy as heat swelled between your legs and made you dumb between the ears. She managed to get your pants down to your midthigh before she left the fabric there. This left your bare ass scraping against the roughness of the pavement, left all of you exposed to the cool night air - open, waiting for her. 

You clenched your thighs tight together, waiting with nervous impatience as she looked down at you. Her jaw was tight, tern; her blue eyes glistening with rage and betrayal. 

“Did he cum inside of you?” She growled. 

All at once, she lifted her weight off your legs, sitting up onto her knees. She hovered above you as she put her hands on your inner thighs and ripped your legs apart - as far as they would go with the waistband of your jeans holding you in place. 

“Ness!” You protested quietly, knowing it was in vain. 

You felt open and exposed to her as she blatantly inspected you - her fingers dug in, holding tight against your squirming attempts to close your legs once again. She knew that even past your embarrassment, you were turned on by this. Blatant evidence of that came before her eyes as a bit of wetness pathetically leaked out of you, glistening in the low light for her to see, smearing across your skin as you struggled against her. 

“Stay still!” She snapped, giving a harsh smack to your inner thigh that resonated through the air, chasing air out of your lungs. You thrashed from the pain for a moment before going still upon instinct, knowing that your hole was now visibly clenching around nothing, waiting for her. “So misbehaved. Such a brat. It’s like you don’t even want me to fuck you at all.” 

She sat herself on top of you once again, sitting on your thighs right where your jeans were, causing the denim to cut into your skin as she weighed on it. She specifically barred your thighs open against the ground, and you made no protest as she placed a hand between your thighs and began touching you. She worked in slow, teasing strokes that made the muscles of your thighs quiver and made a moan get caught in the back of your throat. 

“Look at me.” She ordered - you hadn’t even realized that your head was tilting back, your body so loyal to her that the pleasure of such a simple touch from her already overwhelmed you. “Y/N. Look at me.” 

She put her free hand on your neck again, slowing down the hand that was between your thighs until she was just barely teasing her fingertips against you. She used two fingers on your jaw to force your eyes toward her, and then she put that hold back on your neck - not yet putting any pressure, but making her presence well known to you. 

You were powerless against her, perfect below her - and you knew that’s where you belonged. 

“Who’s in charge?” She demanded, her voice low, scraping against her throat in a way that made goosebumps form all over your skin. 

She was still touching you in that slow, barely there way. You swallowed down a whimper and resisted the urge to buck your hips up into her, knowing that it would only get you spanked in a very sensitive place. 

“You are.” You said, your voice cradling around the words in a very pathetic, fucked-out kind of way. 

“And who takes care of you?” She asked, ever present to remind you of this. 

“You do.” You told her. 

“Good.” She growled. 

Then she sped up her hand, her movements almost vengeful as she worked between your legs, touching you in a way that she distinctly knew would make you fall apart. 

“Ness!” You shouted, not even slightly mindful to keep quiet. If you were even slightly present mentally, you would have remembered that’s why she chose this location. She liked to hear you scream. “Oh fuck me!” 

“That’s the plan.” She chuckled. 

She worked you hard and fast, made you breathless. Your mouth gaped like a fish on land as you desperately tried to steal air into your lungs, ever mindful of the hold she had on your neck - a presence, not a hold, not yet. 

Just when your thighs were quivering and you were on the brink of orgasm, she pulled back. Before you could curse on her, she hauled her touch back from you completely and delivered a harsh, sharp spank to the most sensitive part of you. 

“Fuck!” You screamed. “Fuck you, Vanessa, I’ve been good!” You quickly argued, anger surging through you. 

You didn’t even hesitate before you gathered spit in your mouth and launched at her savagely, bitterly angry with her as the pain stung through you. You would never admit that in this state, it mixed with the pleasure in a deliriously confusing way, and might have brought you to orgasm if she had done it again too quickly. 

The glob of your spit landed on her shirt, making a small spot, and she glared down at it for a moment. She didn’t seem to pay it much mind. 

“No, you haven’t been.” She told you, her voice stern. “You need to remember how to be good.” 

She landed another spank between your legs, and as your almost-there orgasm faded from your stomach, this one stung a lot more. 

“Fuck!” You cursed again. 

“Now ask me nicely.” She demanded. “I won’t take care of some brat who doesn’t appreciate it. I’ll take care of someone who asks me nicely, and says thank you.” 

You were too far gone to argue against her. 

“Please.” You begged, tilting your head up to look at her. 

She was still so well composed, not a single hair out of place - the only evidence of sex on her being the stain you had left on her shirt and a tinge of pink coming across her cheeks from the obvious heat you were drawing out of her. 

“Please, Nessa. Please, I need it.” You begged, your voice breathy and fucked out. “I need you.” 

Those were the magic words. 

She put her hand back on you - gently, this time, and began steadily working you. 

“Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you!” You sighed. 

You were now making a slightly sloppy sound with your own wetness as her hand moved - she pushed a steady stream of moans out of you as she worked up the rhythm. It wasn’t long before you noticed her weight shift, and felt her rubbing herself against your thigh. You loved the impressive heat coming off her cunt, even through her pants it was apparent. From the way she moved her hips with intense urgency, she needed this too. 

You felt yourself getting close again, that deadly heat curling in your gut. You knew what needed to happen, and you weren’t going to make the same mistake again. 

“Please!” You begged, breathless. “Please, Ness, let me cum!” 

“Why should I?” She growled, working her hand even faster now, vengeful as she pumped her wrist and canted her hips against your thigh. 

“Cause - cause you’re the only one who cares about me!” You replied. “Please!” 

It seemed that this was enough to satisfy her. 

“Cum for me.” She growled out. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to disobey. 

She worked you through it - part skill, part knowing from exploring your body so many times before, from being the only person who knew you like this. She moved her hand from your neck and leaned down to sink her teeth into the skin there. The feeling of her canines digging into you while you arched up as the orgasm rocked your body only made everything more dizzying. 

The sharp pain of her bite was grounding, and as your body quaked through the last aftershocks of your orgasm, you whimpered out her name. She hushed you, gently petting her hands all over you before she soothed her tongue over the stinging bite. 

“It’s okay.” She whispered into your neck. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

After a few moments of stillness, Vanessa helped pull your pants up, silently admiring the mess you had made all over your own thighs. And then - she sat you up and unlocked the cuffs. Your wrists were incredibly sore and raw in some places from the metal cutting into your skin, but neither of you said anything about it. 

She opened the door for you to get into the front seat, and wordlessly, she drove you home. When you used your key for the front door, you left it open - a silent invitation for her to come inside after you, and she sighed loudly before doing so. 

That night, she slept in your bed. Both of you pretended that everything was okay. 

You and Vanessa were both very broken people. That wasn’t going to change anytime soon. You showed that brokenness in very different ways, and ultimately, she probably handled it a lot better than you did. 

But one thing would always be true - she took care of you, no matter what.

...

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[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

ZZZZZRRRRRTTTTTT ".....ake….p….  ke…… wa…u…. …AKE UP! …OME ON!" A blurry shape with barely discernible features towered over them. White. Black. Green. Gold. And purple…? No? Maybe .

The Daycare Attendant needs a little Parts and Service work done....

Caution Warning: Robot Gore, Human Gore, violence, Violation of Robot anatomy, disorientation, and suicide ideation

(This took forever to get done. I appreciate your guy's patience while I'm constantly going through multiple crisis's )

#fnaf #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #fnaf security breach #Moon fnaf #Sun fnaf #Vanessa fnaf #dana writes fanfic #Youtube

[caroldantops]

I HAD THOTS, DARK ONES, AND THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT LISTENNN..

pretending to still be asleep for a few nights in a row though you’ve woken up to sweet gf vanessa who has only ever been gentle and caring with you and she’s just whimpering mostly incoherent ramblings to herself, touching herself pressed up behind you and getting off to the thought of raping you because she’s just so needy when you look so compliant “baby i’m trying so hard not to hurt you but you’re just too pretty”, you think it’s just a fantasy that maybe she’s too ashamed or embarrassed of to talk about and that she would never really wanna hurt you so you ignore it..

until she does finally fuck you in your sleep, panting “i know it hurts, i know but you’re such a pretty little slut i knew you could take it, be a good bunny for me” into your ear when you wake up from the roughness, pinned down under her so you can’t move

warnings: darkfic, smut (18+ only), noncon (rape), somnophilia, breathplay, masturbation, vaginal penetration (reader receiving), pet names (baby, bunny)

vanessa can't help herself.

you look so peaceful, so sweet, so innocent as you sleep next to her. it makes her want to kiss you all over, worship your entire body until you're dazed with pure fuzzy bliss.

and it also makes her want to take that sweet innocence and absolutely ruin it.

she kisses your shoulder softly from behind, spooning you as she does every night, listening to your steady breathing. she imagines what how your breathing would stutter if she were to wrap her hand around your throat, silencing any complaints as she eased her fingers or her strap into your wet cunt.

god. that cunt.

always so fucking wet for her. dripping. she's so sure that even if you were pushing her away begging her to stop, your pussy would still be soaked for her. even if you ever forgot that you were hers to worship and fuck and torture, she knows that your cunt will remember.

the image of you struggling underneath her makes her ache, and she sighs as she slips her hand between her thighs. her panties are wet with her slick. she pushes under them, two fingers stroking her clit as she presses herself as close to you as possible.

her breath becomes labored as she works herself to a slow climax, staying as quiet as she can. she mumbles under her breath, "fuck, baby, you make me insane." as she comes down from that high.

this keeps up for weeks. she makes love to you, all soft touches and sweet nothings, and then after you fall asleep she gets off imagining forcing herself on you instead. telling you how pathetic you look as she has her way with you, completely powerless to stop her.

one night she finally breaks. you go to bed wearing one of her shirts and nothing else but a cute pair of panties underneath, and she can't stop herself from running her hands up your body and groping you.

"pretty, so so pretty baby," she whispers too low for you to stir awake completely. she pinches your nipples, groaning as she feels them harden between her fingers. "fuckkkk, your body wants me so bad."

she moves quickly after that, unable to resist these urges any longer. she rolls you over, tugging your shirt up over your chest and wrapping her mouth around your nipples. you start to stir, so she moves quickly, hand pushing your panties aside.

she groans as she feels the wetness painting your inner thighs.

"just like i thought bunny, always ready for me..."

your eyes groggily blink open as you suddenly feel full. you look up, dazed and confused as you make eye contact with your girlfriend. "nessa?"

"shhh, bunny," she revels in how you look as you piece together what's happening, what she's doing to you. she shoves three fingers inside you. you jerk, not nearly wet enough to comfortably take that many so quickly. "you can take it. you'll take it."

"vanessa, what are you--"

"just let it happen baby, it'll be over soon."

#c: vanessa fnaf #blurb #silver writes #noncon tw #rape tw #somno #vanessa shelly x reader #dark stuff #darkfic #heyyyy

[chipistrate]

Scared and Alone

(Click for better quality) Dr. Rabbit is officially my second favorite fnaf character(right next to Gregory) He's just such a little shit I love him<3

Anyway- me when I'm luring me and my coworkers therapists to their death and my coworker is annoyed at how much cleaning she's going to have to do afterwards

No text version below cut(has silly dialogue):

Screen transcript:

(Dr. Rabbit) >Girl I stg why are all our therapists soooo ass

(Vanny) >You're like >10 >Can you say that

(Dr. Rabbit) >Not like my "parents" can stop me

(Vanny) >Jesus Christ dude

#my art #Chipillustrates #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddys security breach #fnaf security breach #fnaf Gregory #fnaf Vanny #fnaf Dr Rabbit #fnaf Vanessa #? #Docter 'not like my “parents” can stop me' Rabbit from hit 'fucked up 3 star family' trio #Fnaf GGY #Fnaf Rab #Fnaf TFTPP #Fnaf therapists #kinda?? #Fnaf fanart #I REALLY wanna draw more Dr. Rabbit art..... specifically Rab and Vanny......... #Rab Vanny and Glitchtrap are such a silly villain trio imo I love writing them- I gotta draw them more #I have so many thoughts about them(specifically Dr. Rab) I needdddd to get them out into the world- rn they're all stuck in my friends DMs #(I love you Azzy ily<33 but the ideas need to breach containment or I'll explode) #Rab is like a reeeeally annoying younger brother to Vanny #like he doesn't talk that much but that almost makes him more annoying

[beep-beep-robin]

steve doesn’t let anyone see when he‘s in pain. his parents never picked up on him being ill unless it was pretty severe, and even then they used to make him feel like a burden because of it. so he just doesn‘t show it nowadays.

when he starts to hang out with eddie more, it‘s not him that picks up on it when steve‘s not feeling good, but wayne. raising a boy all by yourself makes you pick up on those kind of things.

he sees how steve will sometimes squint when it‘s too bright in the room, sees how he flinches when there‘s a sudden loud noise. how he slightly relaxes when eddie absentmindedly runs his fingers through steve‘s hair (wayne doesn‘t like poking around in eddie‘s love life. but the fact that that thought crosses his mind when he‘s watching them says something. if he asked eddie about it he‘d probably say they‘re just very touchy friends).

so he talks to eddie about it when steve‘s not around. tells him that he thinks there’s something going on with steve. what eddie can look out for, and that he should talk to steve about it.

steve‘s first instinct when eddie brings it up to him is to laugh and play it off. he doesn‘t want to burden eddie with his own bullshit that he can deal with himself.

but eddie keeps pushing until steve admits that yeah, he gets headaches really often. that normal painkillers only help a bit, that light hurts his eyes, that they make the ringing in his ear even worse (eddie makes a mental note to bring that one up again later) and that he can barely concentrate whenever they come on. that he finds it hard to concentrate anyways, most of the time.

it‘s probably because of all the times he got hit in the head, he tells eddie.

he says that he doesn't want to be alone when he has the headaches, because that just makes him feel even worse. that's another reason why he never told anyone. (he also tells him about the russians, finally. eddie gives steve a hug afterwards, and steve almost cries into his shoulder. but he holds it back. eddie can hear his breath hitch.)

from that day on they have an agreement that steve has to tell him whenever he doesn‘t feel good. or that he at least won’t hide it. eddie goes over to steve's place when he knows it's one of those days, or he invites steve to his trailer. he turns off the lights when steve needs it to be dark, keeps explaining things to him when he doesn‘t understand them the first time, tries to be as quiet as possible.

he also keeps running his fingers through his hair, but it's more intentional now. he can tell that it helps steve relax, turns it into more of a massage. when steve slips off into sleep, after a while of him protesting that eddie really didn't need to do this, he lets his fingers roam a bit more. over his eyebrows, down the sides of his nose, over his cheekbones. unknowingly taking care of him in a way that no one ever really had before. steve sighs in his sleep.

#oh my god i'm so sad why did i make myself so sad #this is so dramatic #but listen i need steve to be taken care of. i need it #wayne best uncle #them secretly yearning for each other but too afraid to do anything about it #so it gets expressed in very friendly touches and eddie taking care of steve when he's not okay #and steve taking care of eddie as well #vanessas headcanons #vanessas writing #original post #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steddie headcanon #hoh steve harrington #steveddie #eddie x steve

[cryptidcorners]

can we pls get a jealous! vanessa x reader dear author 🙏🏼

Hawk - Vanessa Shelly x F!Reader

Description: It's one of the rare occasions your partner in crime is jealous, this time because you've got an outing with one of her rivals. While it's nothing too extreme, Vanessa still pulls out all her methods in order to get you to stay.

# requested by anon

Media: FNaF!Movie

Character: Vanessa Shelly

Tags: Jealous!Vanessa, Established Relationship, Fluff, Overprotective!Vanessa, Cute Stuff, Shy Love, Flirting.

No Warnings.

read my TOS + Vanessa Shelly Masterlist

Vanessa had returned from the corridors, holding several boxes filled with thin-texted contents and colorful folders. As soon as she slipped out of the elevator with her selected uniform, her brows furrowed at the sight of you talking with one of her co-workers. Normally, Vanessa didn't mind when you were drawn to her partners when you came to the station sometimes, but this felt different. You were standing next to another character decked in the same blue wear, who was leaning against the wall and holstering an infectious smile that had unfortunately breezed to you. Vanessa wasn't the type of woman to judge purely off of body language, but again, there was something in the air. She knew the situation had already been posted, so why not go for it? Vanessa inhaled harshly and approached in the middle of a conversation.

"So, then—oh, hey, Vanessa." The officer said, "You heading out?"

"Ah, yes." She nodded. Her eyes wandered towards you, "Hey, I didn't know you'd be coming to the office early."

You folded your arms and smirked, "Well, I got off my shift at noon, and I was pretty eager to see you."

The officer fixed their posture. "Oh. You two know each other?"

"Well, yes–"

Vanessa cut you off, "She's my girlfriend." and you could feel her fingers digging on your shoulder lightly. She then awkwardly added, "Yeah, about a year. Just us. Pretty sweet, right?" You decided to smile softly to blend the tension.

They laughed sheepishly. Obviously puzzled by the shift in the mood. "Well, congratulations. I didn't know Vanessa had a girlfriend. I'm happy for you."

"Why thank you." Then, Vanessa hand locked into yours, shaking it softly but noticeably. "Well, anyway. We better get going, right?"

You stammered an answer while scratching the back of your neck. "Oh, yes, right. Sorry, we got some errands."

"No problem." They said, "Hope to see you again? Oh, bye–" but Vanessa was already gently pulling you outside. You huffed, "What was that about? I was talking."

Vanessa opened the trunk of your car, slipping the boxes inside. "I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did. What are you? Jealous? Nothing was going on with them, you know it." You protested as you set yourself into the driver's seat. Vanessa clicked on her seatbelt, "Jealous? Me? Never. I think you're taking this the wrong way,"

You couldn't help but giggle though. "Whatever, just don't do that again, okay?"

"No promises." Vanessa cooed with a smile.

#🐇 vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly x reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #writing #writers on tumblr #💌 request!

[theautisticjedi]

"Game Michael and Movie Mike would hate each other-" Yes yes I know that but what I wanna see is Game Michael comforting young Movie Vanessa.

I wanna see Michael making sure the things that happened to him never happen to her.

#definitely going to get art of him holding her commed at some point because big brother Michael....means everything to me #i could write a fic about this #time traveling ballpit and he finds vanessa and is like “oh i got to protect her” #and when he finds her its too late and shes already seen the horrors but hes like “and u wont have to see anymore” and just.... #takes her to his home(?) and is like “im ur cool older brother now” #and shes like “okay👍 but why are you purple” #my brain is fried send help #fnaf #fnaf movie #vanessa afton #vanessa shelly #michael afton #five nights at freddy's

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Breakup

TW: Slight abuse, toxic relationship.

You laid in Vanessa’s arms, as she ran her fingers through your hair with one hand, talking on the phone with the other. Your head raced with the thoughts of the night before, Vanessa had gotten herself drunk and came into your dorm in a rage, yelling how you don’t respect her and you’d be better off dead. And now you lay in her arms, like nothing ever happened.

“ hey Bailey, I’ve gotta let you go, my girl needs attention..yeah I know. Yeah, see ya later “

Vanessa hung up, and wrapped her arms around you tighter, nuzzling into, like nothing ever happened. She was being so gentle, you could almost forget anything did happen, but, you knew she was just hungover.

“ mm..I love my girl…and she loves me, don’t you~? “

“ y-yeah..I do..”

She rolled you ontop of her, sitting you on her lap. She ran her fingers along your thighs, and up to your chest. She lifted up to kiss you, but you pulled back, glancing off.

“ baby..give me a kiss~ “

“ no. I want to talk to you. Not hung over. Just, text me when you’re sobered up. “

You got off her, glancing back at her for a moment. For a moment it looked like you could only see the compassion and love she had in her eyes when she was hung over, but you knew it would fade. You left the room and headed outside, walking down the streets towards the student center of your collage.

*~*

You put away the plate from your lunch, as your phone began to ring. Looking down, you could see it was Vanessa. You answered and held it up to your ear.

“ hello? “

“ Where are you. “

“ glad to hear youd sobered up “

You could hear Vanessa angrily muttering under her breath, before sighing.

“ babe, we’re are you. You wanted to talk, and I’m sober. “

“ I can come over to the house. I’ll be there in 10. “

“ fine..”

Vanessa quickly hung up. You rolled your eyes and made your way back towards the sorority house, it has white walls and pastel pink roofing, Vanessa had it repainted when she became president of the sorority.

You let yourself in, ignoring the few other girls in the house, making your way upstairs to Vanessa room

“ Vanessa. “

“ Y/N..cmere…what’s wrong “

Vanessa took a step towards you, opening her arms to embrace you. You longed to have her hold you, but you shook your head.

“ Vanessa…I don’t think we should..see eachother anymore…”

She froze, her eyes stared at you in disbelie, taking another step towards you. You pulled the scrunchie off your wrist, putting it in Vanessa hand.

“ I hope someone came love you one day, but it’s not me, Vanessa. “

“ Y-y/N this is a joke. Cmon just sit down, let’s talk this through”

You turned, heading towards the door, Vanessa lunged towards you, grabbing your wrists with one hand.

“ you can’t leave. You understand?? You’d be nothing without me, I’m making you liked! “

With a swift twist from your hands, you broke free, shaking your head.

“ I..I’d rather be nothing than be the something you’re making me..”

Vanessa grabbed you again, pinning you against the wall. Her breaths grew heavier, her icy blue eyes starring into you.

“ no, I’ll fix this. Your just tired, I haven’t been treating you well- “

“ you’ve never treated me well, Vanessa. “

“ NO. I’ll just, I’ll just fuck you. That always fixes it dosnt it? Cmon, you know you want me, you want my strap fucking you silly, you always want that. “

You twisted out of her grip, shoving her as you quickly made your way out of the room, and down the stairs.

“ Vanessa. We are over. “

You watched as she struggled for anything to get you to stay, a part of you wanted to stay, but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You had a future, you knew she didn’t.

“ you’ll never sleep peacefully. I’ll find you, I’ll make sure you stay. YOUR MINE, Y/N, MINE. “

You turned, leaving without another word. You heard screams and thrashing as you left, your heart shattered. You were on your own, you couldn’t go back. But, atleast you’d be happy, you’d rebuild somewhere, and have a new life.

Vanessa was gone. For now.

#five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly x reader #tw toxic relationship #tw slight abuse #I still have some Soroity Vanessa to write #and I’ll take requests still #but yay. you got away from your horible gf <3

[murdrdocs]

SOOO ABOUT VANESSA thinking about vanessa and a waitress gf. she's a cop, she's a very stereotypical cop with the coffee all the time and the diners and that's where you come in, in your apron, always the one to greet her with a smile and some treat. she's one of the few decent customers, a regular that gives great tips and asks questions, and, well, she's hot. liking her so much that when she asks you for your number, you give it to her. so much that you agree to go on a date with her, so much that when she's asking you so politely if she can kiss you, it's only natural you find yourself in her lap with your skirt hiked up your thighs, lips crashing with hers while her fingers pull your panties to the side, circling your clit and smirking cocky about just how wet you are for her

i'm very normal about her.

giving these vibes from clementine <3

and vanessa's such a breath of fresh air. sparky's doesn't have a reputation for respectable customers. the regulars are all a little sleazy, and stingy on tips, and they somehow always migrate to your section, leaving you to sew a grin on your face a little too tight and hope that the line cooks would be willing to defend you if needed.

then she comes in, still on the clock, stopping just for a coffee and maybe a slice of cake depending on who's made it that day, and the regulars aren't threatened by her at first. they're not taking her seriously, saying she's "playing dress up", until a guy tries to make a pass at you and suddenly she has his face pressed into the table and a ticket written before the pot of coffee you were brewing is done.

there's something about a woman who defends your honor, especially when she's sweet and funny and tips well enough to make your smile genuine.

she leaves her number on her receipt one day and you call her as soon as you get home, a little later that night but you couldn't go to sleep without doing so. her voice sounds lower, more gravelly, she's tired, and the intonation of her asking you on a date makes you say yes quicker than you intended.

and the date goes well. a little too well because a simple kiss turns into you pushed up against the brick wall of the bowling alley, hidden off just out of the area of the streetlight, your skirt held up in your fists and her fingers pushing your panties aside.

she gasps a little dramatically at the first touch, even when you're the one who should be making that sound. you look at her, her pupils diliated in the low light, her pink lips spread into a teasing smile. she slides her fingers through your slick, lifting and spreading them apart in front of your face.

"all this for me, sweetheart?" she asks, staring at the way her fingers glisten before looking at you. she holds eye contact as she brings her fingers to her face, stick her tongue out, and pornographically places the digits along the muscle to lick them clean, even humming around them and closing her eyes gratefully like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.

#vanessa shelly #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly x fem!reader #vanessa shelly x you #vanessa shelly smut #fnaf movie #celeste writes fnaf

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TW BLOOD

(bit ltr on)

TW REFERENCED CHARACTER DEATH

@naffeclipse

Part 1 | Part 2 | This is Part 3 | Extra

Gonna add some after comic shenanigans because I have thought of a LOT

It'll be linked as Extra

likely will be comprised of memes with maybe some serious

Long post under the cut!

And rambling right after like. a lot. jkfdjklsd

It’S DONE

Well besides the extras and memes I’ll include in another part that. I don’t know when I’ll finish. But stay tuned I’m gonna go ham. I can't wait to share the memes especially loll

Fair warning my rambling here gets a little all over the place so if I repeat myself. Sorry lol. 

If I knew how to include a second read more I would

anyway , I think I've made this comic lighter towards the end of this comic (both on purpose with the backgrounds and story lol) but this ending I hope is a combination of bittersweet and hopeful. Y/n gets to have a new family and connection to humanity that I think would be beneficial. 

How they’d take finding out Y/n is a VAMPIRE is it’s own can of worms that you can decide for yourself how would go down. Best outcome is that Y/n continues to watch over the generations influenced by Vanessa and her family during their immortality. 

Gregory and Cassie still haven’t been introduced in the Naff’s Cryptid Sightings universe by the time I post this, so if/when they are their characterization most likely will be different. And ggy likely won’t be placed in the au. Which is completely understandable! Tho an alternative path following canon fnaf more with 3 star fam, ggy n such is a concept I LOVE in the Cryptid Sightings world! I’ll go into it more ltr

Greg and Cass already have cryptid parents but now they get Uncle Eclipse and Uncle/Aunt/Pibling/Auncle/Etc Y/n. And Y/n gets to have one more purpose in protecting these ppl they will grow to care a lot about that knew Vanessa when Y/n couldn’t connect with her. Lots of sharing stories abt Vanessa occurs.

I’ll joke abt this in the extras & memes part but I think It would be so funny if Y/n can one moment be depressed and then Eclipse mentions Cass & Greg and they’re like “RIGHT I NEED TO PLAN HOW IM GONNA SPOIL THEM FOR THEIR BIRTHDAY” or “I LOST TO GREGORY LAST TIME IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN” or “I NEED TO CHECK UP ON THEM AND MAKE SURE THEY’RE ACTUALLY RESTING AFTER THEY FOUGHT THAT CRYPTID”

Eclipse is simultaneously grateful they have a new source of motivation, they haven’t seen you like this in a while, and he doesn’t dislike Gregory or Cassie. BUT since Cassie and Gregory are still Cryptid Hunters, it isn’t IDEAL lmao

On to elaborating on the comic: I love 3 star fam (by extension cassie) and Vanessa had growth offscreen so now her dying wish to y/n is like:

Nessie: hey. Make sure my kids (that aren't kids anymore) don't die ok cool cool

Sure Greg and Cass have Freddy and Roxy but between:

Demonic cryptids that have no experience being a human NOR a cryptid hunter human at that 

Vs

Friend that might just be there still since if these cryptids could have humanity there's a chance my friend sending me memes that are so in character with their personality is ALSO still human despite being vampire and maybe ness & them could reconcile and Greg and Cass could finally meet the only person ness would have considered family and-

Nessie never would have considered y/n still having their humanity if it weren't for Freddy and by extension Roxy 

And btw Ness would not have given her phone to y/n if she wasn't sure that y/n wouldn't hurt Greg and Cass.

She. Didn't expect y/n to go the extra mile and meet them in person. The phone would give y/n their contact information and all the photos of memories they missed out on

Y/n cries when they unlock ness's phone and Nessie still hadn't changed her password

The video she made that y/n sees at the end is when she was first entertaining the idea of y/n possibly still having their humanity, but still wasn’t sure. It was a video that she only ever planned on y/n seeing if she either died and/or she was sure y/n was still human in some regard. She wanted to leave y/n with something in that scenario.

Vanessa here meeting Vanessa in Cryptid Sightings and Lost episode canon would certainly be something. Vanessas from canon Cryptid Sightings would just. Not know how Vanessa got over it and neither does Ness here know

Also, there are some details for this canon divergence au that are completely settled to me and other details I don't have a solid idea for. Like, I'm not SET on how Nessie and Greg would meet, ness and Cass, if it would be at the same time, who would be doing the glitchtrapping.  Prob becuz some of those are still unclear in canon canon FNAF and others I'm just indecisive

I'll leave it a little loose, up in the air

Also the possession being done by the same cryptid wouldn’t be possible with Cryptid sighting’s universe rules so. I’m not gonna bother figuring out those details for this comic. 

But I do love the idea of Nessie growing closer to Greg and Cass and at least Ness and Greg sharing a bond over dealing with Glitchtrap

Speaking of glitchtrapped GGY in cryptid au-

The wizards FAVORITE now being in same universe as demonic cryptids that would absolutely want to slaughter Glitchtrap for possessing a KID? Making him kill multiple people, including a kid his age? Tasty. Scrumptious. I want to make a separate post just thinking Abt how canon crew for cryptid sightings might react to GGY, especially Cryptid Sun & Moon/Eclipse. I'll save most of that rambling for that potential post since there's so much angst potential. 

While im here, I’ll ask. Naff, how would Eclipse react to a child, possessed by a demonic cryptid, having killed other children? Or. Is that a spoiler since these characters could be introduced in a reunion work and whether Cassie gets possessed to mirror canon fnaf is still up in the air? 👀

@/puhpandas can be blamed for my brain rot of the GGY story and dr rabbit stuffs and the potential it could bring.

Tho I don't expect to see GGY in any continuations of cryptid sightings lol I don't know how that would work when cryptid sightings already has laid down rules for possession in that universe and Glitchtrap is already gone. I'll happily see what Gregory and Freddy are like when they (hopefully) appear in future continuations of cryptid sightings

But since this is canon divergence I can indulge in three star fam real quick

To follow canon canon FNAF (or at least the fanon built off of the scrapped security breach canon as well as what stayed in sb), Vanessa would be saved by Gregory and Freddy, I'm undecided if Cassie would join in sooner or later. Nessie would regardless have to stomach being around kids that remind her of her trauma since she can't just fully IGNORE them. Gregory would have no one since I love the angst of the theory he killed his loving family as GGY 

So. Nessie would probably know that and it would make the situation hard.

Vanessa would grow a bond with Gregory and Freddy at some point, Gregory has a head start  due to. Y'know. Glitchtrap. Hard to not have some sort of connection to the kid that went through what you did too.

Anyway, Vanessa here would be saved by Gregory and Freddy to match up with canon. Or at least, the fanon I subscribe to for security breach since canon was lack luster and scrapped all the good ideas for Vanessa last minute.

Nessie and Gregory would have the shared experience of dealing with Glitchtrap trauma and Cassie gets roped, just like canon, with the whole Mimic situation. Then Nessie has two kids that she can't fully ignore but also can't stomach COMPLETELY being there for. Fun.

But since I adore 3 star fam too much, Vanessa is able to grow attached to Gregory like a big sister eventually (i adore big sis nessie dkljssfkld look at @/boringa55binch 's stuff you'll get ITTT)

When I'd imagine Cassie would be introduced, I bet Nessie would have a harder time with her around since what we've seen of Cassie in canon is only of her getting fooled. I bet Nessie would have a harder time around her for that reason.

But it's not like she COULD leave them completely alone since she's the one with the most cryptid hunting experience. And if these kids are SO INSISTENT about getting into trouble, fine. She owes them after all

I've been undecided if Cassie would be apart of the gang when Nessie is saved so that's up in the air for what ppls like most

Time skip is about 20-30 years ltr I've determined so, Ness did die when she was relatively young. (The circumstances of how she died are a plot device yes i will admit shush it isn’t terribly important sorry jklfdsjksfd)

I'm not the greatest at drawing aged characters so there you have it, Cassie and Gregory are in their late twenties early thirties.

Nessie knows it is a gamble to ask Y/n this favor. But, she's a worried big sis, being around Roxy and Freddy I bet would have softened her heart to the general idea of cryptids not being bad, and y/n doesn't seem to be bad atm. It could be a ghost that'll haunt watch over them, or Nessie's best friend can continue to be long distance buds with Nessie's new family.

And if Y/n was truly gone and all that remained was the vampire tendencies, by this point she has trust Gregory, Cassie, Freddy, and Roxy can keep each other safe. If it was truly a mistake to give y/n her trust.

So, that's why y/n hypes themself up and visits the graveyard when Gregory is there. And it did take a lot out of them but y'know I like the idea of y/n getting close with the gang.

It does make the next cryptid reunion a little weird.

Y/n & Eclipse: YOU DIDN'T MENTION VANESSA WAS A PART OF THE CREW NOW??

Freddy & Roxy: YOU NEVER TOLD US ABOUT VANESSA

Like, imagine both describing Vanessa in previous reunions, and NOW they're finding out it was the same person.

Vampire reveal set aside for later, this is y/n's newest reason to LIVE (mentioned earlier im gonna indulge on details down here)

They can't die yet! They still have memes to send to these kids! Jokes to tell! Series to make them binge with Y/n over a call! This is the gosh darn happiest Eclipse has seen them in decades!!

Flipping between seeing Gregory and Cassie as their nephew and niece and competing with Freddy and Roxy over the title of parent. Regardless of age. (they joke but Y/n never actually competes for the title, they are much too anxious of doing something wrong. Plus, Roxy and Freddy would be pretty tough to beat)

I also think it would be hilarious if Y/n sent out Eclipse with a chancla when Gregory does a Human Hero Complex goof up that painfully reminds y/n of their Human Hero Complex goof ups. He isn't allowed to make the same mistakes without consequence. And y/n WILL stay back in the bushes with goggles to SEE IT HAPPEN. Eclipse ain't worried abt y/n's mental state when they're too invested with their Nephew and Niece.

Gregory: We are adults.

Y/n: Yeah but you're also stupid humans who don't know when to quit.

Eclipse does get a chuckle they're now complaining so much abt human's having these stupid hero/martyr complexes when they were a human not so long ago themself lol

and

didn't mention before but

Y/n and Vanessa compared to Cassie and Gregory parallels that would could be explored.

ANYWAY (get an “anyway” tracker for this post 💀)

Cryptid Sightings doesn't have Cassie or Gregory in their cast of characters yet so (i think I mentioned this earlier but still), this could age. As of writing this, no reunion fic has been published. Might make a note of that if I release this after the fact. But still. Indulge with me in the hyjinks. I haven’t even begun on Freddy being a dad to y/n and possible Roxy dynamic with y/n lolll.

This au of an au of an au still has lots of angst to be explored like. Oh yeah, Gregory was controlled by Glitchtrap too and has a fuck ton of ptsd SINCE HE WAS TWELVE

Fun discussion for later at thanksgiving over zoom. One that Greg is just like: Can we get back to video games pls. now.

The bombshell that will be Y/n revealed to be a Vampire is still up in the air like I said earlier. But, y'know, it might go better this time.

Y/n hopes for that. Hopes. Funny, you haven't smiled this much in a while.

Vanessa's death hurts. Both of them were too young for their fates. It hurt especially when they were saying goodbye for the very last time. Nessie's death was coming and Y/n knew that, but at the same time. Y/n can focus on caring about people Nessie cared about. People Nessie trusted them to care for.

I like the idea of Y/n continuing to watch over and keep in contact with the people Nessie has impacted in some way. Nessie to Gregory and Cassie to whoever they inspire and have become their successors. And they got so much more they are looking forward to now. Knowing humans and sticking around them even digitally has its risks but I think it could be pretty grounding. They have even more dates to look forward to aside from halloween. Which, will be fun to celebrate with Gregory and Cassie fam.

They can't wait to do some more living.

#*ends with direct thingie from lost episode* oh yeah Im so smurt #Last Goodbye and First Hello comic #I have to go write an essay now #yes those are scars on cassie she did not get away from the cryptid mimic unscathed #3 star fam #<- mostly HINTED at/referenced #my art #MDN art tag #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings fanart #vampire!y/n #the lost episode #cryptid sightings the lost episode #glamrock freddy #fnaf vanessa #vanessa a. #fnaf vanessa a. #fnaf cassie #dcamv #daycare attendant multiverse #gregory fnaf #fnaf gregory #gregory fazbear #cryptid hunter!y/n #cryptid hunter y/n #tw blood #blood #cw blood #cw character death #character death

[nd-frogoblin]

You know Vanessa is just so utterly messed up, like even just the things we actually see in the movie without all the implications

she gets the toy of a dead kid, which probably wasn't the only time either

we know she is with the animatronics more often, probably bc of guilt and having to clean up

when she shot that gun she was too scared to even look and i dont think she was even surprised when her own father turned against her like it was nothing

before that she clearly implied some conditioning and manipulation from her dad when she said she wouldnt be of any use

this was probably not the first time she had to keep a security guard in check

and if the way afton talked to the animatronics was anything to go by, was so extremely abusive and manipulative

but she probably couldnt leave, she didnt have a support system and this was her dad afterall, he couldnt be that bad

he probably also had things to hold over her head, threaten her with

did vanessa ever get to make a free choice? did she want to be a police officer or was she forced to, and her name?

The implications of it all, its just jdkhahsk it is literally so sad, she really is so fucked up and of course my brain decided to immediately latch onto that

#fnaf movie #vanessa shelly #she is so poor like a wet blanket #she is just a babygirl #she deserves so much better #i want to just #put her in a blanket pile with a hot chocolate #but also i can only write angst #soo.. #fnaf movie spoilers