Yaz

And it’s not that I hate Michael. He’s barely even a character, really. He had minimal screen time. Almost everything about him is headcanon. If people want to build him up, fine. If they want to use him to create stories that they like better, fine. I genuinely don’t care.

What I care about is the pattern that keeps showing up.

It’s hard not to notice how quickly a flawed woman gets replaced by a man with no established complexity. How easily her trauma becomes more palatable when it belongs to him. How fans are willing to project depth onto a conventionally attractive guy who’s given them almost nothing, but won’t extend that same generosity to a woman whose pain is canon and undisputed.

Vanessa is messy. She’s complicit. She’s traumatized. She’s uncomfortable to sit with. And instead of engaging with that, people rewrite her out and hand her narrative weight to a man who “looks uncomfortable” for a total five seconds before ordering his killing machines to murder her and the people she cares about.

anyway, so, in FNAF, we se Vanessa with her uniform for like, 90% of the movie, and she has like not a single vulnerable moment while in her uniform (that is shown). It’s not until the very last twenty or so minutes of the movie, that we finally see her not only without her uniform, but more openly vulnerable. weeping in a corner, as elizabeth once said, anxious, fidgeting and all that.

idk, I just found it interesting that her uniform is like, the tough, strong facade she has, and the moment she’s out of it, she’s breaking down.

vanessa comes home from work with a sprained wrist and insists she’s fine but you notice anyway

warnings: none. this is just sweet fluff but vanessa being a little pervy, its nothing doe

notes: this is so sucky ill write better in the future

you don’t clock it all at once.

it’s the way she nudges doors open with her shoulder instead of her hand. how her right arm stays tucked closer to her body, jacket sleeve pulled down farther than usual.

“how was work?” you ask, watching her set her keys down carefully.

she shrugs, easy, practiced. “ehhh. it was okay.”

you hum. “just okay?”

“long,” she adds like that should settle it.

you let the conversation drift for a moment, asking about nothing in particular while you watch her move around the kitchen. then she reaches for a mug, and switches hands.

you tilt your head. “why are you babying your wrist?”

she pauses. “…i’m not.”

“you are,” you say calmly. “you’ve been doing it since you walked in.”

she exhales, already smiling like she knows she’s been caught. “you’re really annoying..”

“and yet,” you say, stepping closer, “you put up with me.”

“unfortunately.”

she turns away to grab something from the counter, and that’s when you quietly step out of the room. no announcement, no comment. just your footsteps fading down the hall.

when you come back with the firstaid kit in your hands, she looks up, brows lifting.

“…wow,” she says. “that’s dramatic.”

you set it down on the counter between you. “sit.”

she stares at it for a second, then at you. “you didn’t even warn me.”

“didn’t need to,” you say. “i already know you’re hurt.”

she sighs, but she does what you say, perching on the edge of the counter. “it’s not a big deal.”

“tell me anyway.”

she hesitates, then gives in, shoulders relaxing. “someone slipped on a stairwell infront of me. i grabbed them before they went down. wrist bent back wrong.”

“and you finished your shift,” you say flatly.

she smirks. “obviously.”

you gently slide her sleeve up and see redness and swelling starting to bloom.

“you didn’t wrap it,” you note.

“didn’t want you asking questions,” she admits.

you shake your head and start working, movements careful and unhurried. she watches your hands, eyes dark, focused.

“you’re being very gentle,” she murmurs.

“do you want me not to be?”

her mouth curves. “no. i like when you’re like this.”

you glance up at her. “like what?”

“bossy,” she says softly. “and worried.”

you snort, but your fingers don’t stop. when you finish wrapping her wrist, you test it lightly. she winces, then relaxes when you ease off.

“still hurts,” you say.

“yeah,” she admits. “but it’s better when you’re touching it.”

you bring her hand up and press a kiss to her knuckles, slow and deliberate.

she exhales, low and pleased. “wow. guess i should get injured more often.”

“don’t even joke about that.”

she leans down and kisses the top of your head, lingering. “thank you.”

you look up at her. “if it still hurts tomorrow, i’m taking you to the hospital.”

she sighs. “you’re serious.”

“completely.”

“…okay.”

you’re still holding her hand when she pulls you closer, just enough that your knees brush. she kisses you then, unhurried, warm, careful of her wrist. you kiss her back, hands light, mouths lingering until it turns into something softer & deeper.

when you finally pull away, she rests her forehead against yours.

“i guess i cant finger you tonight” she murmurs jokingly.

you gasp. “vanessa! that's your biggest worry?”

feel like vanessa wouldn't be so great with affection either :( she's a bit awkward but so eager to show you that she loves you.

even with small things, like her remembering things you've said, making you lunch, holding hands in public, etc, makes you flush so much and you don't know what to do. there's always an awkward little "thank you" and a small "i love you, too" from you when she shows her affection.

when it's her remembering things, you can't believe that she likes you enough to remember the stupid shit you've rambled on about to her. you feel so embarrassed sometimes because you just feel like she's not interested when you tell her about your favorite things, like she's just pretending to listen, but she really does listen :( she loves hearing you talk about anything! she keeps everything you tell her in the back of her mind, and anytime she sees something that reminds her of you in public, she sends you pics or buys it for you!

when it's her being affectionate in public or just in general, you tense up from time to time. you'll feel her fingers brush against yours, slowly sliding up and down, before she takes your hand and holds it. you hold it awkwardly, kind of like you don't wanna be holding her hand at all, but you do! you just don't know how to handle her affection :(

she thinks it's cute that you're so shy but it's so sad, because what do you mean she's the first person to show you actual love?! what do you mean she's the first to love you right?

vanessa gives you all the space you need if you're ever overwhelmed with her affection. she hates how you apologize for pulling away from her touches because you're just not used to it, and she reassures you that it's not your fault at all. she gives you so much time to adjust to her way of showing affection, feels so happy once you start initiating touch instead of shying away from it.

she spends so long telling you how much she really loves you T__T she makes your cheeks burn and your face hurt because you're smiling so much while she rambles on about everything she loves about you. it makes your head spin and your heart pound when she tells you how she loves the little mannerisms you have, because yes, she notices Everything.

reader who lowkey misses vanessa's affection after she starts to tone it down to make you feel more comfortable 😔 maybe you're too embarrassed or feel silly for wanting to ask her to keep her hand on your waist, but she can tell you want it from that look in your eyes. her hand will hover over your waist at first, and she'll lean in to ask if she can touch you.