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Lesbian, She/her Just content: Wlw

[amythebunny]

Wallpaper Lisanessa

I've been avoiding updating my fanfic or the drafts of my one-shots, so I'm bringing you a wallpaper… I made it myself (don't kill me, I'll update it eventually).

[amythebunny]

LISANESSA ART

This art isn't mine, it's a friend

I love this

[lestnisaaa]

I'm the truest vanlisa CEO dedicated since day one, I swear, guys 💔 omg I need more content with them, I'm dying

[lestnisaaa]

omgg I'm kinda nervous about posting smth heree. this is the first time I'm posting my arts anywheree

[arandomuser24]

Am I going to get slimed out... 😿

'Schmelly' just... is not doing it for me. Mike doesn't deserve Vanessa. She deserves someone better. I feel like she's a secret girlkisser... is that just me...

Also doesn't help that I just don't like Mike. 😭🙏 I can't even explain it, but I don't like him. ESPECIALLY after how FNaF 2 ended. Blegh.

'You're just like your father.' Oh! Oh, Mike. I don't claim you.

[amythebunny]

HATE THAT I MADE YOU LOVE ME | Lisanessa Chapter 1

Fanfic Introduction

The night felt like a dead weight on Vanessa’s shoulders as she drove in silence through the empty streets. Her greenish eyes were streaked with small red veins in the sclera, burning with the raw pain of having cried too much and still holding back more tears. Mike had left with Abby, throwing those words at her that still ached in her chest. She wasn’t even sure if it was resentment she felt. A few days had passed since that moment.

She had done her part. The music box was closed once again, with Charlotte trapped inside. At least for now. The relief was bitter, mixed with the guilt that gnawed at her chest like claws scratching her skin without quite tearing it open.

Without really knowing why, she turned the wheel toward the old Freddy’s. Maybe it was a final goodbye. The headlights of her car cut through the darkness of the abandoned parking lot. She entered through one of the back doors that still gave way easily and headed to the prize area. Her boots echoed on the dusty floor, surrounded by the rotten smell of the place.

There it was: a Marionette plush, worn down by time. The black and white fabric looked dull. Vanessa picked it up with both hands. It was lighter than she expected — she thought it might be damp from hanging there for so long, but it wasn’t. A strange warmth radiated from the plush, as if something inside was calling to her. She didn’t question the impulse. She tucked it under her arm and left without looking back.

When she arrived at her apartment — a small, functional place — she locked the door and took off her jacket. She showered quickly, letting the hot water try to wash away some of the heaviness from her grieving soul, but it only made the exhaustion sink deeper into her bones.

She changed into comfortable clothes from her closet and lay down on the bed, placing the plush on the nightstand. “What a stupid idea,” she muttered to herself with a tired half-smile. “As if a doll could fix anything.”

She turned off the light.

The silence barely lasted a few minutes.

First came a faint rustle of fabric. Vanessa opened one eye without moving. Probably just one of her hallucinations again. She ignored it and closed her eyes.

Then something moved. A soft scrape against the wood of the nightstand. The plush tilted slightly to one side. Vanessa frowned, but exhaustion won. “It’s just my imagination… again. You can handle this, Vanessa.”

More minutes passed. Then she felt a light weight settle against her side. The plush had moved onto the bed and was curling up near her hip, like a scared little animal seeking shelter. Its padded limbs bent in a way that felt too natural.

Vanessa sat up abruptly, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders as she slapped the lamp on. The light flooded the room.

“What the hell…?”

She quickly grabbed the plush and threw it against the opposite wall. The impact was soft, landing with a dull thud, but a strange echo filled the air.

“Ouch…”

The voice was weak and distorted, as if coming from far away and right there at the same time. Childlike, yet with an adult undertone. It somehow sounded like it had actually hurt, even though that was ridiculous.

Vanessa froze, sitting on the bed with her knees drawn up. Her eyes were wide, breathing heavily. The plush lay on the floor, slightly twisted, but it didn’t move again.

“What are you?” she asked in a hoarse voice, her hand trembling slightly on the sheets.

There was a long silence. Then the plush shifted slightly, turning its painted head toward her. The echo returned, clearer this time, though still distant, with a slight interference like a broken radio:

“…Lisa. My name is Lisa, and I’m not a thing.”

Vanessa felt a chill run down her spine. She recognized that name. The girl from Spectral Scoopers. Abby had shown her the show a few months ago. She remembered calling those supposed paranormal hunters the “trio of idiots.” And she didn’t have a good memory of her either — if she remembered correctly, Charlotte had possessed the host “Lisa,” strangled her, and threatened to kill Abby if she didn’t give her the perimeter code.

She swallowed hard. She got up slowly and approached the plush with caution, as if it were a bomb. She crouched down and picked it up carefully, feeling that strange warmth again. Her fingers brushed against the worn fabric.

“How is it possible that you’re… here?” Vanessa murmured, more to herself than to the living plush.

The plush shifted slightly in her hands, as if uncomfortable being held. The echo of the voice sounded almost shy, with a touch of humor trying to hide the fear:

“Let’s just say… I died” — there was a slight interference — “in a very un-cinematic way. A marionette stole my body. And now… I’m in a plushie. Great, right? My paranormal career ended up being way too literal.”

Vanessa let out a short, bitter laugh and sat on the edge of the bed. For the first time in a long while, she felt something close to… No. She refused to call it relief — this desperate need for company. Although it wasn’t far from the truth. The children from Freddy’s (who now rested in peace) had been her only company before.

“Welcome to the "ruined by Freddy’s" club,” she said quietly, running a finger over one of the plush’s buttons.

The echo replied:

“At least… I’m not alone this time.”

Vanessa turned off the light again, but this time she placed the plush beside her on the pillow (keeping some distance — she still didn’t fully trust it).

Vanessa didn’t sleep much. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the slight weight of the plush beside her pillow and a strange tingling on the back of her neck, as if someone was watching her. Her blonde hair was messy, stuck to her forehead with cold sweat. She slowly turned over, resting her cheek on the pillow, and stared at the painted Marionette face. The plush’s black, empty eyes seemed… less empty now. Or maybe she was going crazy.

“Are you awake?” she asked softly, almost embarrassed to be talking to a plush.

There was a second of silence. Then came the static. Vanessa frowned slightly. The echo returned inside the room:

“Define ‘awake.’ Because technically, I’m dead.”

Vanessa let out a short laugh. She ran a hand over her face, rubbing her tired eyes. She sat up against the headboard, knees drawn up under the sheets. The plush moved on its own, awkwardly settling against her hip. Its fabric limbs bent as if Lisa was trying to imitate a human posture.

“This is ridiculous,” Vanessa muttered, but she didn’t push the plush away. Instead, her fingers brushed over the worn fabric of its torso, feeling a warmth that shouldn’t be there. It was like touching skin through a glove. Strange. Even deeply unsettling. “Lisa, right? From Spectral Scoopers. I saw you on TV.” She deliberately didn’t mention her opinion of the show.

“The one and only,” the echo replied, trying to sound casual, but the tremor in her voice was clear. Remembering seemed painful for her. “The idiot who walked into Freddy’s and ended up as a marionette. Charlotte didn’t exactly ask if I wanted to share a body, you know? She just… ripped me out of my own and…” Suddenly, desperate screams filled the room, along with the screeching sound of chalkboards being scratched. The light bulbs began flickering on and off by themselves.

“STOP!” Vanessa grabbed the plush in her arms, as if she could somehow soothe the pain the soul inside it was feeling. The noise cut off instantly, and the lights went dark. If Vanessa hadn’t lived through things like this before, she definitely would’ve wet herself.

A soft sob mixed with light static came from the plush. It no longer sounded like a distant echo — it was muffled, coming from inside the toy.

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to talk about that anymore, please,” the plush clung to Vanessa’s shirt, though it couldn’t really grip. The fabric kept slipping through its rounded limbs. “Everything felt so empty. It hurt… so much. Dying hurts, Vanessa.”

Vanessa frowned. Her expression hardened for a moment — the same look she wore when she was trying to hold back her guilt. She looked down at the plush and, without thinking, lifted it with both hands and placed it on her lap. The weight was almost nonexistent, but the presence felt real. Too real.

“I’m sorry,” Vanessa said quietly, her voice hoarse and sincere. “I… I couldn’t stop her in time. I’m sorry you went through all of that.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t know me. I’m sorry my body… um, hurt you. Even though it wasn’t really me.”

Vanessa smiled crookedly. It was the first genuine smile she’d had in a long time. Her eyes softened as she ran her fingers along one of the plush’s arms, feeling how the fabric responded slightly to her touch, as if Lisa could feel it.

“You’re not just a plush,” she whispered. “I can feel you. It’s… warm. Like you’re really here.”

“Because I am here,” Lisa replied. For the first time, her voice sounded closer, more vulnerable, though still muffled by the plush’s fabric. “I don’t know how this works. When I died, I felt myself being dragged into that Marionette… and then you took me out of there. Thanks for taking me, by the way. Freddy’s at night is way scarier when you can’t run if that thing comes back.”

Vanessa lay back down, but this time she held the plush against her chest. It was absurd. And yet somehow comforting — having company that didn’t call her a liar or run away the moment she showed vulnerability.

They stayed in silence for a while. Only Vanessa’s steady breathing and the occasional soft rustle of fabric as Lisa shifted could be heard.

“Are you hungry?” Vanessa asked suddenly, breaking the silence with an absurd question.

The plush shook slightly. If it could make a facial expression, it would’ve been pure offense.

“Are you serious? I’m dead, Vanessa.”

“Still,” Vanessa insisted, getting out of bed with the plush tucked under her arm like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’m hungry. And I’m not leaving you alone in the room.”

She walked barefoot to the small kitchen, turned on the light, and sat the plush on the counter, leaning it against the microwave. Lisa wobbled a little before steadying herself.

“This is humiliating,” Lisa said with dry humor, turning the static into a heavy sigh. “Now I’m kitchen decor.”

Vanessa opened the fridge, took out a yogurt and a spoon. While eating standing up, she watched the plush attentively.

“Tell me something about yourself,” she asked gently, ignoring the earlier complaint. “Before all of this.”

Lisa’s voice came out softer, almost nostalgic, with small bursts of interference:

“I liked investigating weird stuff, even outside of my show. I was good at it. I was scared, but I never stopped. I had two friends, Rob and Alex. They were like my big brothers… They… also died that night.”

Vanessa froze with the spoon halfway to her mouth. A lump formed in her throat. She set the yogurt aside and walked over to the counter. She carefully wrapped her hands around the small plush body and pulled it into a slow, awkward hug against her chest — just in case another episode like earlier happened. She didn’t want to risk it.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured into the fabric.

“Yeah…” Lisa replied. For a moment, her voice trembled. She couldn’t cry, so the echo creaked like old hinges in an attempt at sobbing. “But at least they didn’t get trapped in Freddy’s. They managed to leave… they found peace. I was the only one who got stuck in this thing. But I deserve it. This was all my fault.”

Vanessa closed her eyes, breathing in the strange scent of old fabric mixed with something sweeter — like the essence of a girl who still refused to disappear. The contact felt weird, but for the first time in years, the weight on her chest felt a little lighter.

“It wasn’t. It wasn’t your fault… No one deserves this. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get you out of there.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise,” Vanessa murmured, her voice cracking slightly. She felt a gentle tightness in her chest.

Next chapter: "Waking up for the first time accompanied"

[amythebunny]

HATE THAT I MADE YOU LOVE ME | Lisanessa

ꜰɪᴠᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴇᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ 2 ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

Lisa x Vanessa Afton/Shelly

Lisanessa | Vanlisa.

« Sometimes love arrives in different forms, in different worlds, and even on different planes of reality. But there’s one thing they all have in common: it will hurt. Sometimes it’s too early when you meet, sometimes it’s too late. The question is: Does love really exist? And the answer is yes — as long as both people are willing to fight for it despite the circumstances. »

None of the characters involved in the romance are underage. It is clearly stated that both Vanessa and Lisa are adults.

The Five Nights at Freddy’s franchise does not belong to me. All credits go to: Scott Cawthon and Blumhouse Studios.

Inspiration credits to Ariana Grande’s new song: “Hate That I Made You Love Me.”

"Angst, Vanessa has post-traumatic stress disorder, ghost-love, postergay, slight mention of denial of attraction to people of the same gender due to the taboo of the time, insecurities, depression, possession of objects and people, dark romance, soft, Nsfw, mention of death"

After Mike left with Abby, giving Vanessa a mild warning never to approach him or Abby again, Vanessa made sure the music box was securely closed with Charlotte inside (to prevent her from being possessed). Days later, blinded by grief, she drove to Freddy's one last time. There, she took a Marionette plush from the prize counter. It was a bit worn out, but she grabbed it anyway, with no idea why. She only felt that something about the plush was calling to her — unaware that she was taking home something that already had a life of its own.

𝟏. Don't be scared.

𝟐. ???

[amythebunny]

Shipps that I will be writing. WLW Part (2)

Guinevere Beck x Love Quinn

YOU

Shipp: Loveck.

Color: Orange & Red.

Beck: 28 Years old.

Love: 29 Years old.

Dynamic: "Red Fox & Bunny", Dark romance, soft-hot, Golden Retriever × Black Cat.

MUSIC:

[zombiedarts]

nobody gaf about this ship like me and my bestie do

RAAAHHHHHH WOMEN IN LOVE!!!!!

[emilynesszzz]

Next yo you, my favorite girl | Vanessa Afton x Lisa (Lisanessa)

Vanessa and Lisa move to a new city to pursue adventures as "paranormal hunters," leaving everything behind. Trip to Salem, Massachusetts.

(Alternate version of Five Nights at Freddy's 2 Movie) (Set in the 2001s)

The characters do not belong to me! Credits to: Blumhouse and Scott Cawthon.

Fanfic: Wlw, fluff, NSFW, soft top Vanessa, bottom Lisa, act inside the car, characters involved in the romance are of legal age, age difference.

Vanessa Afton/Shelly x Lisa (Five Nights at Freddy's 2) / Lisanessa

Two-Shot. (This is part Two)

This is part one: Your favorite girl

https://www.tumblr.com/emilynesszzz/804847943763066880/your-favorite-girl-vanessa-afton-x-lisa?source=share

‎"Are you sure you want to take that hideous lamp?" Vanessa asked, arching an eyebrow as Lisa packed a rusty artifact that looked like it came straight from a junkyard. Her voice was calm, with a touch of irony.

Lisa turned, smiling as she rolled her eyes. "It's an improvised ectoplasm detector! Or at least, that's what Rob said. Plus, it brings us luck." Her accent was light, with a playful nuance that always managed to disarm Vanessa.

Vanessa sighed, but her lips curved into an involuntary smile. They'd been together in a relationship ever since Lisa had confessed that night amid tears and fear of rejection—about five months ago. Enough time for Lisa's energy to recover along with her rehab. She was a whirlwind trapped in a bottle of strawberry-scented perfume and addiction, or so Vanessa told herself. Now in a romantic and tender relationship, they supported each other mutually.

Lisa had begged—almost pleading with those imploring blue eyes—for Vanessa to join her adventure. "Spectral Bunny's," the new name for her TV show, burying "Scoopers" along with everything related to Freddy's.

Vanessa agreed after a week, not for the paranormal thrill, but out of love. She preferred the role of camerawoman: handling the camera, adjusting lights, inventing tricks to capture evidence without exposing herself too much. After all, she already had more than enough knowledge about "the remnant" and haunted places to know what she was getting into—and well, they say the best way to face your fears is to live with them constantly.

They loaded Vanessa's car with gear: infrared cameras, EVP recorders, electromagnetic field meters, bags of clothes, emotionally valuable personal items, and food—the rest had been taken by the moving truck that morning.

The engine purred to life, and as they pulled out of the garage, Vanessa glanced in the rearview mirror. "Goodbye, shitty childhood," she murmured. Lisa clapped, excited. "Welcome, freedom! Imagine: the two of us, hunting the paranormal across the country. We'll be like Ed and Lorraine, but as lesbians."

‎"I'd prefer not to bring demonic objects into our basement, thanks," Vanessa replied, turning the wheel to merge onto the highway, finally bidding farewell to the old Afton house with a big "For Sale" sign. ‎

The journey began with the sunset tinting the desert in oranges and purples. Vanessa drove with steady hands on the wheel, her posture upright—almost rigid—out of habit. Lisa, on the other hand, in the passenger seat, stretched her hand out the window to "catch the wind," then got bored and started fiddling with the radio until she tuned into a station she liked. "Oh, look! 'Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. Sing with me, Nessa." Vanessa rolled her eyes but joined in, her soft voice contrasting with Lisa's high-pitched and enthusiastic tone. They laughed when they went off-key in the chorus, the wind rushing in through the open windows.

They stopped at a lonely gas station at dusk, fluorescent lights flickering over rusty pumps. Lisa bought chips and a Coke while Vanessa filled the tank. "Silly question: if you had to choose to eat cheese forever but never chocolate again, or eat chocolate but never cheese again, which would you pick?" Lisa tossed out, crunching on a chip.

Vanessa looked at her with mock seriousness. "Neither, thanks. I love both too much to choose." But then she smiled. "Maybe chocolate and no cheese, though it'd be torture." Lisa laughed, spraying crumbs. "Me too! Now we have something in common—we should kiss."

Vanessa raised an eyebrow before planting a tender kiss on her forehead with an amused smile.

‎"Not there!" Lisa complained, standing on tiptoes trying to reach Vanessa.‎

‎"You didn't specify, Lis," she teased before putting the gas hose back in place and getting into the car, ignoring Lisa's protests.‎

They continued, the road winding through arid hills. Lisa shared anecdotes from past episodes of Spectral Scoopers, while Vanessa listened, slipping in questions. "Why did you get into this? Doesn't it scare you?" Lisa shrugged. "It scares me, but it's my hobby. Ever since I was a kid, I've always been a fan of the paranormal—I watched Ghostbusters on TV and pretended to be as smart as Egon Spengler. I studied audiovisual communication, and with my best friends from university, I formed Spectral Scoopers. And after... you know, the possession, I feel like I understand those trapped spirits more, since it almost ended my life..."

‎"Whoa," Vanessa glanced at her momentarily and smiled softly. "Honestly, I understand you in a way. I... never really had a dream like that. I became a cop to make amends for something, to protect, but now... After waking from that coma, I couldn't go back to my post. I just wanted a normal life after all that. But you know? I don't complain—everything's been going great since you came into my life." Her eyes softened as she looked at the road. "And you've fulfilled the only dream I had: having a home, because you are it, and I'm happy to see you fulfilling yours, continuing your career. I'll be here to help you, protect you, and love you—because yes, I love you," she finished, letting silence fall in the car. She quickly glanced at Lisa, thinking she'd said something wrong, but she only found Lisa with reddened ears and cheeks, looking at her as if she were the most beautiful thing on the planet, making her almost melt in her seat. She turned her gaze back to the road. "Don't look at me like that..." she said embarrassed in a low voice.

‎"How do you expect to say things like that and think I'll take it all normally?" she replied, letting out a nervous laugh. Cautiously, she took Vanessa's hand that was on the gear shift and interlaced it with hers. "And by the way... I love you too."

The night fell, stars dotting the black sky. They stopped at another station, buying plastic-wrapped sandwiches and watery coffee. Vanessa noticed how Lisa curled up in the seat, her body seeking warmth; subtly, she took off her favorite black sweatshirt. "You're freezing. Take my sweatshirt." Lisa accepted it, slipping it on and inhaling the scent of vanilla and coffee that she always associated with Vanessa.

They continued, now with soft ballads on the radio. Lisa was dozing off in the seat, yawning while silently gazing out the window, tracing little drawings on the now-closed pane due to the drizzle outside. Meanwhile, Vanessa kept her eyes on the road, making sure not to hit any animals or crash into anything.

Dawn crept in stealthily, the clock showing 3 a.m. There were no hotels for miles—just the endless road flanked by silhouetted cacti. Vanessa pulled over onto a dusty turnout, shutting off the engine. The desert silence was deafening, broken only by distant crickets. "We'll sleep here. Let's recline the seats," Vanessa suggested, her voice tired amid a yawn.

They adjusted the interior: the back seats folded down to form an improvised bed, blankets from the trunk spread out. The space was cramped, their bodies close. Vanessa kicked off her boots, and Lisa her black Converse, left in socks.

Vanessa stretched with a groan and murmured, "Good night, love. We'll keep going tomorrow." She lay down and closed her eyes, her breathing steadying.

Lisa, however, couldn't sleep (she'd already dozed off at points during the trip). Vanessa's proximity stirred an itch in the pit of her stomach. She watched her girlfriend's profile: lips relaxed in a straight line, neck exposed. The scent of her skin, mixed with the day's sweat, was intoxicating. Lisa bit her lip, an idea forming in her mind.

She inched closer stealthily, her warm breath brushing Vanessa's ear. "Nessa... are you asleep?" she whispered, her voice husky with mischief.

Vanessa murmured, half-asleep: "Uh-huh, what? Almost... what's up?"

Lisa smiled, her hand slipping under Vanessa's t-shirt, tracing soft patterns over her firm abs from her gym workouts. Vanessa's skin was smooth and warm, contrasting with the cool night. "Nothing... just that this car is so uncomfortable. I need a little warmth." Her fingers climbed higher, brushing the edge of her bra.

Vanessa opened her greenish eyes, gleaming in the dim light. "Lisa... we're in the middle of nowhere. Go to sleep." But her tone was weak, betrayed by the shiver running down her spine.

Lisa let out a low giggle, pressing her body against Vanessa's, their legs tangling in the tight space. The seat creaked under the shift, and the scent of her floral, strawberry perfume mixed with travel sweat invaded Vanessa's senses. "Oh, but I can't sleep. All I could think about was you with that serious face, driving all focused. It made me want to mess you up a bit..." Her lips grazed Vanessa's neck, planting soft, wet kisses along her jawline, savoring the faint saltiness of her skin exposed to the night air.

Vanessa turned her head, capturing Lisa's mouth in a kiss that started slow and tender but deepened quickly. Their tongues met, exploring with a familiarity born since they'd started dating. Vanessa nibbled Lisa's lower lip, tugging gently, drawing a muffled moan from the younger woman. "The things you say... You're as hyper as you are provocative, and you couldn't be horny if you tried." Her voice was deep, with that soft edge that always made Lisa melt.

Lisa pulled back just enough to look at her, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Want to find out?" She tugged at the borrowed sweatshirt from hours ago, lifting it over her head with Vanessa's help, revealing her pale, slender torso—her soft breasts with nipples already hardened from the cold and anticipation. The cool car air made them stiffen further, and Lisa gasped as Vanessa ran a thumb over one, tracing slow circles that sent waves of pleasure straight to her core.

Vanessa sat up a little. Her steady hands roamed Lisa's back, sliding down to the edge of her pants. "Well, if you insist..." She pulled the pants down, along with her underwear, exposing Lisa's smooth skin to the air. Her fingers explored delicately, brushing the wet folds, feeling the warmth already pooling there. "Oh..." She looked up to meet her eyes with an amused smile.

Lisa arched her back against the seat, a moan escaping her throat as her hips instinctively bucked toward the touch. "Yes... Oh." Her voice was almost a shaky tease, her fingers tangling in Vanessa's hair, yanking the ponytail loose so the blonde strands cascaded over her shoulders.

Vanessa smiled against her skin, kissing a trail down from her neck to her breasts. She captured one in her mouth, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling in spirals that made Lisa writhe. At the same time, her fingers delved deeper—one sliding in slow and deep, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside. The wet sound of the motion filled the car, mingling with Lisa's pants. "Like this? Want me to go faster?" she murmured in a tender tone.

Lisa nodded frantically, her nails digging into Vanessa's shoulders through her t-shirt. "Mmmh! Please, more..." Pleasure coiled in her belly, a tight knot tightening with each thrust. Vanessa added a second finger, stretching her carefully, her thumb pressing firm circles over her swollen clit. The pace quickened, the seat groaning with every shift.

Vanessa looked up, her greenish eyes locked on Lisa's flushed face. "Look at me when you come. I want to see your face." Her voice was a soft command, irresistible. Lisa obeyed, her blue eyes hazy with desire, biting her lip to stifle a cry as the orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, inner walls clenching around Vanessa's fingers, a gush of wetness coating her hand. "Nessa! God..." She muffled a scream with her hand, waves leaving her trembling.

Vanessa didn't stop for a few seconds, withdrawing her fingers only to lick them slowly, savoring Lisa's sweetness while watching her recover. "So cute... But we're not done. Come here." She helped her up, guiding her to straddle her lap—the confined space pressing them skin to skin. Vanessa stripped off her own t-shirt and pants with efficient moves, revealing her athletic body, medium breasts, and defined curves.

Lisa, still panting, ground her hips against Vanessa's, feeling their wetness mingle. "It's not fair you call me provocative when you're just as bad—or worse." Her hand dipped down, exploring Vanessa's folds with curious fingers, slipping in timidly at first, then with more confidence at her partner's low moan.

Vanessa kissed her hungrily, hips lifting to deepen the contact. "Am I? And who's to blame for that? Mmh?" She guided Lisa's hand, showing her the rhythm she craved. At the same time, Vanessa slid her own fingers back into Lisa, syncing their movements so they rocked together.

Lisa moaned into her mouth, the dual stimulation sparking another fire. "Nessa, this is... Mmm! I feel like I'm gonna explode again." Her hips swayed, grinding against Vanessa's hand while her fingers drove deeper, curling inside.

Vanessa panted, her control slipping. "Together, love. Come with me." She sped up, fingers thrusting precisely, thumb circling fast. The car echoed with sounds: skin slapping skin, ragged breaths, moans rising without notice.

Lisa peaked first, her second orgasm fiercer than the last, waves of pleasure making her scream Vanessa's name, body shaking. "Ness!... Ness! I love you!" The high left her spent, but she didn't stop, ramping up her touches until Vanessa unraveled too—a deep moan escaping as her body tensed then went limp. "Lis... Shit, I love you more..."

They lingered like that for a moment, entwined, sweat beading on their pale skin, the scent of intimacy and desire filling the vehicle. But Lisa, hormones raging, wasn't satisfied. She kissed Vanessa's shoulder, nibbling softly. "Nessa... I want more of you."

Vanessa laughed, a husky, affectionate sound, gently flipping her so her back was against her chest, the leather seat squeaking. "As you wish, my love..." Her arms wrapped around, one hand sliding down to tease between her legs again—fingers exploring with torturous slowness, brushing every fold, hitting spots that made Lisa arch.

Lisa sighed, surrendering to the touch. "Yes... like that, Van!" Her words dissolved into incoherent murmurs as the pleasure built deeper, culminating in a third orgasm amid sobs that left her exhausted, tears of overload pooling at the corners of her eyes.

Vanessa held her, kissing her nape, until both, finally sated, gave in to sleep, bodies tangled in shared warmth.

Days later, they arrived in Salem. Lisa set up her geophone, while Vanessa adjusted everything to start filming. "Camera rolling. Say your intro."

Lisa posed, making a bow with both hands: "Welcome to Spectral Bunny's, where we hunt the invisible. I'm Lisa, and my brave camerawoman is Vanessa, and we're here in Salem, Massachusetts."‎

END.

Heyyy, I hope you guys liked the two-shot, it took me way longer than it should have... The thing is, I tried to make some solid NSFW, or something like that. Hope you enjoyed the ending.

(I hope you caught the Bunny's reference, hehehe)

BYEBYEEE ✒️💌

[amythebunny]

Shipps that I will be writing. WLW Part (1)

Vanessa Afton (Shelly) x Lisa

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S 2

Shipp: Lisanessa.

Color: Purple & Blue.

Vanessa: 27 years old.

Lisa: 20 years old.

Dynamic: "Enemys to Lovers", soft's, bunny & Raccoon, Romance fluffy, “serious one × extroverted one”.

Music:

NSFW (🚨) — Angst (🥀)

Headcanon :

Part 1

Fanfics :

Nightmare (🚨)

Hate that i made you love me (🥀)

[tinyumbrellaz]

since crackships are a thing...

i see people shipping vanessa with max...so...can we ship vanessa and lisa?

⭐ They balance each other emotionally

Vanessa is a guarded, serious, trauma-burdened character. She carries guilt, secrets, and fear because of her connection to William Afton. Lisa, on the other hand, is straightforward, calm, supportive, and grounded.

Why it works:

Lisa’s emotional stability could balance Vanessa’s anxiety.

Vanessa could open up more easily to someone gentle and empathetic.

Their personalities fit a “serious one × soft one” dynamic that many ships thrive on.

⭐ They fill gaps in each other’s lives

Vanessa is isolated and has no stable support system. Lisa is social, warm, and seems to have a healthier, more normal life.

Fans imagine:

Lisa helping Vanessa feel safe in everyday life

Vanessa appreciating Lisa’s kindness

A dynamic where Lisa helps Vanessa heal without judgment

⭐ The movie leaves room for non-canon relationships

Because the film doesn’t give Vanessa a canonical romance arc, fans enjoy imagining who she’d connect with. Lisa, being kind, reliable, and not tied to Afton’s crimes, is an appealing and safe alternative.

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[amythebunny]

Headcanon Lisanessa (1)

Vanessa Shelly (Afton) x Lisa.

Five nights At Freddy's Movie 2.

Lisa and Vanessa are super clingy with each other, and Vanessa is definitely the clingier one.

Vanessa lives in constant fear that Lisa will end up like her father’s victims (and in the canon timeline, it already happened once). That’s why she’s ultra-protective: she double-checks every lock, forbids Lisa from going to haunted places alone unless Alex, Rob, or she herself is there, and she always carries an extra taser “just in case.” Lisa finds it adorable and calls her “my personal bodyguard,” even though their friends think Vanessa is paranoid or even kind of toxic (they don’t understand the root of her paranoia). Lisa brushes it off, she never really had anyone looking out for her growing up; her childhood was so free-range it basically meant her parents didn’t worry about her. Having someone this attentive actually makes her feel… important, for once.

Lisa helps Vanessa with her trauma in indirect ways, no serious therapy sessions (Vanessa hates talking about feelings). Instead she distracts her with things like: horror movie marathons (where Vanessa ends up more scared than anyone), or just holding her in silence when Vanessa wakes up from nightmares about William or the kids.

They have a whole collection of affectionate (and slightly teasing) nicknames for each other.

Lisa loves to annoy her with: Ness (like the Loch Ness Monster, purely to mess with her), Vanny, Nessa, Van, my bunny, grumpy officer.

Vanessa usually fires back with: Lis, my pretty raccoon (because of Lisa’s permanent eye bags), Ghostbuster, trouble magnet, nerd, walking disaster.

Lisa wants to slowly, patiently build a sense of safety over Vanessa’s trauma using love and presence. Vanessa wants to keep Lisa as far away from danger as possible… but ends up pulling her even deeper into it because she can’t let go of the past. They either save each other… or destroy each other together. There is no middle ground.

Vanessa is terrible at cooking, so Lisa makes her these weird but ridiculously cute breakfasts—heart-shaped pancakes that come out so crooked and monstrous they look like they escaped from a horror movie. Vanessa tries (and fails) to hold back her laughter, but she eats every single one anyway. They taste good, at least.

On quiet nights they cuddle up watching paranormal documentaries. Lisa commentates and complains about everything with endless enthusiasm; Vanessa just mumbles “Aliens aren’t real, babe. Government psy-op.” And eventually falls asleep on Lisa’s shoulder.

Lisa once gave Vanessa a necklace with a tiny “enchanted” charm that’s supposed to ward off evil spirits (it obviously doesn’t work, but the gesture means everything). Vanessa wears it tucked under her shirt at all times and fidgets with it whenever she feels nervous or on edge.

[glamrockmike]

this is my favorite vanessa image. the vanessa image that kills you.

because it was such a good acting choice for elizabeth lail to fidget with her sleeves in this scene like it adds such a layered realism to vanessa that she has idle nervous habits, especially ones common with people who have anxiety. like the fact that you can see her pull the sleeve tight over her knuckles and twist it and play with the fabric automatically invokes empathy because it feels more real, because everybody does it. but it’s not necessarily something that a lot of live action characters do since the actors are primarily focused on acting like the character first and the person they’re portraying second if that makes sense?? but here it’s a choice that makes her feel more human.

she’s so scared. she likes mike. she’s terrified of her father. she’s been lying to someone she has unintentionally grown to like and she knows that both mike and her could get hurt and she’s distracting herself and making herself look smaller to lessen the impact because she doesn’t want him to be mad at her.

[amythebunny]

Nightmare — Lisanessa

Vanessa Shelly (Afton) x Lisa.

Five nights At Freddy's Movie 2

Vanessa is having a nightmare about her father, but she's not alone; Lisa has a method to help her fall back asleep.

"NSFW, angst with comfort, Vanessa has post-traumatic stress disorder, relationship established between Lisa and Vanessa"

Vanessa shot upright with a choked gasp that shattered the silence of the room. Her heart hammered like a runaway drum, and the cool night air slipping through the window did nothing to soothe the panic whipping through every inch of her body. She pressed her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes hard as if she could scrub the nightmare—her father—right out of existence. Tears slid down her cheeks; a sob broke free from her lips. She felt small, pathetic. Her father was gone, yet the wounds he’d left—both physical and mental—were still raw, still refusing to heal properly.

Beside her, Lisa woke instantly, blue eyes snapping open in confusion, immediately zeroing in on Vanessa’s quiet sobs.

She had survived Marionette’s possession—or rather, Charlotte’s—being puppeteered inside that original, decrepit pizzeria. It had taken months of therapy, but she’d made it through. Now she carried strange dreams, a persistent nervous tic in her right hand, and an almost painful level of empathy for the woman who’d become her partner. They lived together now, a relationship born from shared trauma that had somehow grown steady and strong. They anchored each other. They completed each other. Because they both knew, bone-deep, that they were there for one another.

“ Him again?” Lisa murmured, voice soft and sleep-rough as she sat up and wrapped her arms around Vanessa. She didn’t need the details; she already knew William’s ghost still haunted her girlfriend’s mind.

In these moments Vanessa let herself be fragile—because it was Lisa holding her, Lisa who would never judge, never try to “fix” her, only stay close and help her build something new from the wreckage. Vanessa curled into Lisa’s chest, breathing in the familiar lavender-vanilla scent of her lotion like it was medicine against the fear.

“Yeah… always him,” Vanessa answered, voice trembling. “I don’t want to carry on his legacy. I don’t want to turn into him. Never. I just want a normal life.” Her fingers clutched at Lisa’s waist, desperately seeking the warmth of her body.

Lisa gave a small, crooked smile, letting a thread of humor slip in to lighten the weight. “Ness, he’s not even here anymore. And if he somehow showed up? I’d grab holy water, chuck it straight in his creepy old face and go ‘Burn, you ugly bastard, time to be barbecue bunny in the fifth circle of hell.’”

A watery, broken laugh vibrated against Lisa’s collarbone. That was one of the things Vanessa loved most: Lisa’s gift for turning terror into something almost… survivable.

“You’re hopeless. The day you take anything seriously the world’s gonna end,” Vanessa teased, her voice slowly finding its strength again. But the shaking hadn’t fully stopped. It was clear the words alone wouldn’t be enough tonight, and Lisa already had an idea brewing.

She shifted, pressing a gentle kiss to Vanessa’s temple, then trailed softer kisses down her tear-damp cheek.

“Pfft, you love me like this: joking, sarcastic, and obviously ridiculously hot,” Lisa whispered, warm breath brushing Vanessa’s skin. Her hands slid with quiet confidence under the oversized T-shirt Vanessa slept in, fingertips gliding over the smooth plane of her stomach, feeling the tension knotted there.

Vanessa let out a shaky sigh and leaned unconsciously into the touch. She had never been held, touched, worshipped like this before. Now that she had it, she craved it. “You forgot egocentric, clumsy, short, impulsive… beautiful. And it’s not just that I love you like this, I’m completely obsessed with you,” she murmured, melting under the slow caresses.

Lisa moved with easy grace, swinging a leg over so she straddled Vanessa despite their height difference. It was honestly a little comical sometimes. Her blue eyes locked onto Vanessa’s greenish ones, full of love and heat. “I’m obsessed with you too. Every single part. Every inch of your gorgeous self.” Her fingers drifted lower, brushing the waistband of Vanessa’s pijama shorts.

Vanessa nodded, speechless and dizzy, tears drying as her heartbeat shifted from terror to something hotter, hungrier.

Lisa dipped her head and captured Vanessa’s mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tasting salt from the tears blending with the natural sweetness underneath. Their tongues moved lazily, sending sparks racing down Vanessa’s spine.

While they kissed, Lisa slipped her hand inside the shorts, finding slick warmth. A muffled moan vibrated in Vanessa’s throat. Lisa’s fingers—gentle yet sure—drew soft circles. Everything felt silky, slippery with growing arousal; the intimate scent bloomed between them. Vanessa arched, hips rocking instinctively, chasing more.

“Fuck, Lisa... ¡don’t stop!” Vanessa pleaded, voice raw and needy. She was so sensitive there; every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing over the lingering shadows of the nightmare. Lisa smiled against her neck, nipping lightly at pale skin, leaving faint marks they’d cover with makeup tomorrow. She tugged the shorts down with one hand while the other kept stroking. Slowly she slid one finger inside, feeling tight, hot walls flutter and grip like a welcome.

Soon the rhythm sped up. Lisa added a second finger, curling them to press that perfect spot that made Vanessa gasp sharply. The sounds were filthy-sweet: soft wet slicking, broken moans, the creak of the mattress. Vanessa gripped the sheets, body trembling. “I can feel you so deep… God…” she breathed, eyes glassy. Lisa watched her face, her own arousal throbbing between her thighs at the sight.

To push her higher, Lisa slid down, replacing fingers with her mouth. Her tongue licked eagerly, savoring the salty-sweet taste, tracing intricate patterns that made Vanessa nearly buck off the bed in surprise. The heat of Lisa’s breath against oversensitive skin was overwhelming. Vanessa threaded fingers into Lisa’s wavy hair, guiding gently. “Right there…” she moaned.

Lisa took her time, alternating long slow licks with gentle sucking, hands kneading the soft inside of Vanessa’s thighs as muscles clenched and trembled. The scent was heady, fresh sweat and raw want. Vanessa came hard, body seizing in a bright, shattering burst. Muffled cries spilled out as pleasure rolled through her in heavy waves, washing the nightmare away completely.

But Lisa wasn’t done. She rose, yanking off her own nightshirt in one fluid motion, baring pale skin that left Vanessa staring, dazed and hungry. Lisa straddled her again, aligning their centers, and began to grind. The friction was perfect, skin sliding on skin, shared wetness making everything slick and hot. Vanessa, still catching her breath, reached up to cup Lisa’s breasts, thumbs brushing over hardening pink nipples. The height difference made it all feel even more intimate. Lisa leaned down to kiss her while her hips rolled in a hypnotic rhythm.

“Feel how we fit together, my love,” Lisa whispered, voice catching, almost babbling. Heat flared between them like wildfire. Vanessa hooked her legs around Lisa, pulling her closer, nails dragging lightly down her back. The faint sting only fed the fire consuming them both.

The second climax hit them together, bodies shaking, moans blending into one sound. Sweat slicked their skin; the air was thick with post-orgasm scent and ragged breathing.

A quiet peace settled over the room. Exhausted but calm at last, Vanessa wrapped her arms tight around Lisa and kissed her forehead. “You have no idea how much I love you. My life was such a fucking mess before you.”

Lisa gave a soft laugh and nuzzled into the curve of Vanessa’s neck. “Good thing I’m a pretty important part of it now, then. I couldn’t live without this, without you. I didn’t even know I needed it… but I love you too, my sweet officer.”

Vanessa let out a tired, fond chuckle that melted into a yawn. They closed their eyes.

Entwined, sated, loved, they finally slept.