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writerslittlelibrary · 4 months

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summary: after the Sokovia accords, Natasha had to go on the run. what do you do when your mother figure goes on the run? follow her of course…

pairing: Natasha x teen reader

warnings: mention of a gun?

genre: fluff

words: 1540

a/n: I wrote this and I have no idea what it's about 😭 I figured I'd write something fun about the trailer in Black Widow but I had no plot and no idea where I was going with this so its super messy.... anyway, so sorry this is so terrible, enjoy😅

(the cinnamon buns from Scandinavia are out of this world though. I lived on those when I went on a vacation through Sweden-Norway-Denmark 🫣)

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It was late. Rain was falling, making a soft sound again the windows glass. You and Natasha were driving though Norway. According to her, it was the best place to hide out. Ross had no jurisdiction there, making it safer for you, she claimed.

When Ross introduced the idea of the Sokovia accords, you were immediately against them. You refused to sign away your freedom, and so, even after the discussion you all had about it, you had made it clear you would not be signing it. Natasha had, and she begged you to sign it so you would be safe.

She had always cared about you. Of course, the other Avengers were your family, but ever since escaping the Red Room, it was Natasha who cared about you most.

She wanted to protect you, and if that meant signing the accords, she’d happily do so. You, however, stood your ground, telling her you didn’t want, and wouldn’t ever, be singing it. She told you she understood your decision, but she had made you promise to stay in your room.

You agreed, for a little while. You understood the world would become a little more dangerous for you in this situation.

After all, you were a recently turned assassin.

A big reason why you wouldn’t sign. You refused to let you newly given freedom be taken away. You refused to willingly sign you freedom away, basically just swapping the KGB with the American government. You weren’t doing that, and Natasha understood.

When Clint came for you, you refused to go with him.

He didn’t give up very easily, but when Vision and Wanda came into the conversation, he took Wanda a left you behind. You didn’t want to have to fight your family, and you thought Clint would understand that, yet he seemed to have a hard time doing so.

The Avengers had become your family after they saved you from the Red Room, and now they were going to be fighting each other? Over some stupid disagreement?

You simply refused to take part in it.

After the fight happened, you heard ‘team Cap’ was locked away in the Raft. You figured that meant Natasha was safe, yet you thought wrong.

When the door of your room opened and Natasha came inside, she didn’t bother giving you a hug. Instead, she barely greeted you as she moved to your closet, grabbing your emergency bag.

Natasha made you pack one when you were settled with the Avengers, just in case, and as it turns out, it appeared to be very handy.

You grabbed your backpack too, stuffing some of your important stuff in. It only consisted out of some notebooks and colour supplies, and a book you were reading. As the last item, you quickly stuffed in your stuffed animal before following Natasha, who led you out of the building safely.

After travelling for a while, and staying in some sketchy places, you and Natasha finally arrived at you destination.

You looked out the car window. You couldn’t see much, except for the insane amount of nature that grew around you. You saw the small trailer, and you had to admit, that even for a trailer, it didn’t look very fancy.

Natasha ordered you to stay in the car while she went to check it out, and you agreed as you waited patiently, your own gun in your hands, just in case.

After Natasha came out, you opened your car door, grabbing your bags and waiting for Natasha to do the same.

“It’s… cosy…” you spoke as you set you bags on the small couch, looking around the trailer.

You heard Natasha let out a small huff of amusement, walking past you and setting her own stuff in the bedroom.

“You should put your big bag here. There’s even a small closet,” Natasha said. You followed her, walking into the bedroom and putting your stuff on the other side.

“What are those bedsheets…?” you asked in slight disgust, hating the typical trailer pattern. Natasha let out a small laugh, running her hand across them. “They’re bedsheets, and they’re soft,” she stated as she sat down, watching your facial expression with amusement.

“You hilarious,” you deadpanned, putting some stuff in the small closet.

Natasha laughed again, grabbing your waist when you where turned around, dragging you onto the bed. You let out a small squeal as you fought against her grasp, yet Natasha just laughed and pulled you close, trying to hug you.

“The trailer is great,” she said as she settled on the bed, having you laying against her.

You turned around in her grasp, facing her. “It’s safe,” you replied, and Natasha looked at you and nodded.

You smiled when she leant down to give you a kiss on your forehead, laying your head on her chest. “I’m sorry you’re unsafe because of me,” Natasha suddenly spoke, resting her own head on top of yours.

“I’m rather unsafe with you, than safe on my own,” you responded, saying it without a thought.

Natasha smiled again, closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep, you in her arms.

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The next morning, Natasha was awake bright and early, tying up her sneakers for a run. You were still softly snoring in the bedroom. You had always hated getting up early, especially when it was for training.

Natasha went back into the room, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead and wiping some hair from your face, admiring your sleeping form.

She smiled softly before leaning away, leaving a note on the nightstand and getting outside, ready to run.

You woke up a while later, finding the note and settling on taking a shower instead, wanting to wait on Natasha for breakfast, not that there was any food in the trailer.

After the shower, which took you an embarrassingly long while to figure out the controls to heat it up, you sat on the small couch, grabbing the backpack you left there the previous night. You settled on doing some colouring, doodling in some sketchbook while you waited for Natasha to return.

After Natasha returned, she quickly had a shower, laughing when you came to explain her the controls and failing to realise Natasha had already figured it out.

When Natasha came out of the small bathroom, you had gone back to colouring, sitting criss-cross on the small couch.

“I was thinking of driving into town for breakfast. Do you want to go with me?” Natasha asked as she got a fake drivers licence from the cupboard, and then a fake id for you.

You nodded your head, closing your sketchbook and rushing to put on your shoes. Natasha chuckled at your excitement, grabbing her car keys and waiting by the door. After you had your shoes on you and Natasha walked to the car.

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You arrived into town after about an hours drive. Natasha put some gas in the car while you went inside the gas station, seeing if they had any good foods.

You were outside pretty quickly, telling Natasha the gas station had ran out of buns.

Natasha drove you two to a supermarket, in which you quickly found the aisle with nice buns. You picked out a cinnamon bun and another sweet treat, while Natasha picked out ‘very boring bread’, in your words.

After getting back in the car, you and Natasha had a little car picnic, in which you happily ate your sweet and sticky treats.

It was truly a perfect breakfast, according to you.

After Natasha drove both of your back to the trailer. You two had gotten more in the grocery store then just the buns, and you were probably set for at least a few days.

After parking the car, you helped Natasha with the groceries, being the one to close the fridge as fast as possible after Natasha carefully put the last item in there. It was pretty full to say the least, and you definitely weren’t going to be the one to open it, as everything would surely fall out.

After spending a cosy day inside, Natasha made dinner, and now you were both settled on the small couch, a movie playing on Natasha’s computer.

“How old is this movie?” you exclaimed after seeing only 10 minutes, claiming the movie was incredibly slow.

Natasha smiled. “It’s a good movie, give it a chance,” she told you, and you sighed and sat back against her, eating your dinner as you two watched the movie. After you finished your dinner, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, leaning against Natasha in a uncomfortable way, your body bending in uncomfortable places, surely giving your muscles some pain.

Natasha paused the movie, closing her laptop and carrying you to the bedroom. She put you down on the bed, grabbing your stuffed animal and placing it in your grasp, before turning off the lights and crawling into the bed herself.

It may not have been the Avengers tower, and all the luxuries she had gotten used to over the years, yet she had the biggest luxury of all.

She had you, her unofficial child, safe, in her arms, and there was nothing else she needed.

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve Harrington smut imagine where it’s the readers first time and she’s a little nervous but he reassures everything’s ok and he’s all sweet during it asking if she’s ok

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; the reader is a virgin, insecurities, reassurances, protected sex, aftercare :)

a/n; omg… i haven’t written in so long 😭 i’m so sorry for keeping you guys waiting so long for another imagine and i’m so sorry to the people who have sent in requests for taking like two months to update 💀 but i finally managed to write something, so i hope to get to my other requests soon! i hope you enjoy!

word count; 3.3k

as her eyelids fluttered closed and she hummed, relishing the feeling of steve’s palms soothing over her elbows, caressing the small of her back, she wondered to herself if finally, today would be the day that steve took her virginity. for the past few months if their relationship, she hadn’t been ready— what if they were moving too fast? what if he’d be disappointed by the sex? what if he’d leave after taking her virginity?

steve was patient— never did he ever want to make her feel rushed or uncomfortable. he’d learned from the mistakes he made in the past, and was determined this time to not screw things up.

which was why he dismissed her every time she insisted that she was ready.

it wasn’t that steve didn’t want to have sex with her— of course he wanted to. but he was afraid. he’d made so many mistakes in the past, lost so many people close to him because of his own selfishness, and he knew all too well he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt her.

he loved her too much.

she wasn’t sure what to feel.

she’d made up her mind long ago about him— she was in it for the long run. and she knew that he was what she wanted, she wanted him, to love him, to have sex with him. she wasn’t afraid anymore, but she wondered why could possibly be going through his head.

why did he reject her every time she said she was ready? why did he insist that they do nothing more than over the clothes stuff, why did he stop her every time her fingers dared venture beyond the waistband of his jeans?

as she moved closer to him, her hips pressing against his, she hoped that maybe, just maybe, today would finally be the day.

his tongue ventured the cave of her mouth, her fingers clutching desperately at the elbows of his long sleeve, her hips discreetly moving back and forth against his lap, seeking out that friction she desired. steve’s palms trailer down to her hips, and for a moment, she believed that this was it— he was giving in.

all up until he hummed against her lips before pulling away, tightening his grip on her hips to halt their movement.

“we should stop.”

she could feel her heart sink in her chest at his words, eyes shaped into upside down crescents as steve untangled his limbs from hers, running his fingers through the hair atop of his head. she leaned back against his headboard, the familiar sting of tears burning the rim of her sockets.

did he really not want her after all?

“why?”

steve didn’t hear it at first, and he turned towards her to read her face, wondering why she had been silent. he blinked when he read her expression, lips swollen from his kiss curved down into a frown, her irises murky with a certain sadness he couldn’t place. his heart thud against his chest at the sight and he reached for her hand where it rested in her lap, locking his fingers with hers.

she didn’t even move a muscle.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he murmured, scooting himself closer until his thigh was pressed up against hers. her teeth gnawed at the inside of her mouth for a moment, desperate to ease the storm swelling inside of her. she was so tired of this— of having to explain herself, of having to constantly insist that this was what she wanted. all she wanted right now was for him to touch her—

—under the clothes.

“why do you always stop?” she questioned, her voice barely above a whisper. steve blinked again, his eyebrows furrowed as though he hadn’t any idea what she meant. “you never want to do anything under the clothes. i’m ready, steve. i want you to touch me.”

steve’s lips pressed themselves together, his expression softening as he caressed the side of her face, the pad of his thumb soothing over the high of her cheekbone. “babe, it’s not that i don’t want to touch you. it’s just you’re— you— i just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. i don’t want to rush you into anything that you don’t want to—“

“i’ve told you time after time that i’m ready,” she interrupted, squeezing the hand he had locked in hers. “i’m not a little girl anymore, steve, i know what i want.”

“i know that, it’s just—“ he trailed off, the lump in his throat visibly bobbing as he swallowed. “—i don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, squeezing her hand back, tighter this time. her own expression softened and she cupped his cheek in her palm, turning his head until she could gaze into his soft brown eyes, pecking the pout on his lips. “you won’t hurt me, steve, you could never hurt me,” she murmured, “but this is what i want. i’m not afraid anymore, and you know you’re what i want. so please, baby, don’t stop.”

her fingertips caressed the underside of his jaw, and she pressed a soft, tender kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck, leading his hand down to the button of her jean shorts. “touch me, steve,” she purred against his throat, nuzzling the top of her head against his ear.

how could he ever say no?

he gently pulled her down the mattress until her head was comfortable against the pillows, his fingers a match against the skin of her belly as he caressed her body, his lips kissing the spot of her neck just below her ear. small whimpers spilled from her open lips as she grasped the curve of his shoulder, bucking her hips forward into his as he worked her shirt up over her head, nothing but her lavender lace bra covering her chest.

“steve,” she mewled when he sucked at the delicate skin at her collarbone, his kiss lingering in the form of a red mark. his breath was hot against her flesh as he made his way further down her body, groping at her breasts, teasing at the straps of her bra. “you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his breath taken away by the view below him. “can’t believe i made myself wait so long for this,” he sighed as he let the straps of her bra slip down to her elbows, her back arching up off of the bed to allow him to unclasp it behind her.

she could feel her cheeks flush at the sudden realization that she’d soon be revealed fully to him, that she’d stand nude in front of somebody else for the first time. a sudden wave of insecurity surged through her, and her hands subconsciously covered her erect nipples as steve tugged her bra away from her arms, tossing it towards the ground. he leaned down to her hands, collecting each one in his whilst he pressed soft, tender kisses to either one of them. “you don’t have to hide yourself from me, baby,” he cooed against her flesh. “you’ve nothing to be scared about, i love you. you’re the most gorgeous girl i’ve ever, ever seen. you don’t have to worry about anything,” he reassured her, resting his chin against the valley of her breasts. “i’m ready whenever you are, pretty girl.”

he flashed a cheeky grin, and she tittered, slowly but surely removing her hands from her chest, exposing herself to him. she flushed beneath his gaze as he murmured sweet nothings into her skin, gawking at her breasts, rubbing circles just below them with his palms, carefully making his way up. “so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as he leaned closer, his breath hot against one of her nipples. “such perfect tits,” he purred before planting a kiss on the top of each of them, cupping them in his palms and squeezing.

“f..fuck!” she gasped, her back arching up off of the bed and her chest leaning into his touch. his smile was a crescent against her flesh as he kissed it, sucking his mark into her skin, his tongue spoiling her erect nipples. she panted and writhed beneath him, her fingers tugging at the roots of his hair, her opposite clawing at the fabric covering his shoulder blade.

her toes curled as he worshipped her breasts, taking his time with her before slowly pulling away, suddenly annoyed with his own shirt. his fingers tugged at the hem of his long sleeve, and she watched as he pulled it up over his head, her eyes finding their way back to the hair on his heaving chest, venturing downwards towards his soft stomach and the little happy trail leading down towards the waistband of his jeans. she reached forwards to cup her hand behind his neck, pulling him back down to her to swell his lips with her kiss, moaning into his warm mouth.

“you ready?” he asked against her lips, tapping the hem of her jean shorts as he smoothed her hair away from her face, giving her nose a quick peck. “mhmm,” she nodded frantically, and he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to her forehead before he worked at the buttons of her shorts, lifting her hips up and off of the mattress to tug them down her legs. steve’s palms caressed the newly exposed skin of her hips, lowering himself to the waistband of her panties to press a kiss just above it, his kisses trailing down, down, down over her covered cunt, and down to the inside of her thighs, leaving marks there as well. “god, i can feel how wet you are through your panties,” he sighed, his fingers rubbing over her clothed pussy, her lips falling agape, a while tumbling out soon after.

“please,” she gasped, fingernails clawing at the sheets. steve’s fingers curled around the waistband of her panties, “please what?” he teased, his digits at a standstill. she peeled her eyelids open and furrowed her brows down at him, wrinkling her nose at what he wanted her to say. steve smirked, “how am i supposed to know what you want me to do if you won’t tell me?” he pouted, feigning innocence, batting his eyelashes.

“steve!” she whined, her hands covering her face. “just.. just touch me!”

steve tilted his head, “what’s the magic word?”

“touch me right now.”

he suppressed a laugh, instead raising an eyebrow.

she sighed, throwing her hands back down to her sides, “please touch me, stevie,” she murmured, turning her head, shying away from his reaction. steve chuckled, reaching for her hand and planting a kiss down to her knuckles, “so adorable,” he praised before tugging her panties down too, leaving her completely and utterly nude.

she jumped at the feeling of the cold air hitting her sex, her knees subconsciously pressing themselves together to veil herself away. steve was quick to cup either of them, carefully pulling them apart to unblock his view. she didn’t dare look at his face as he admired her pretty, little pussy, glistening and throbbing just for him. “look at you, pretty girl,” he hummed, leaning down between her legs for a closer look. “you’re dripping.”

her heart did somersaults in her chest, his breath fanning over her aching clit driving her wild. “stevie,” she mewled, rutting her hips into nothing. “i know, baby,” he cooed, his palm soothing over the top of her pussy. his lips pressed a kiss there, rocking her body with shivers, her toes curling into the sheets as his lips lowered. he was close, so close to where she wanted him and—

“oh, f..fuuuuckkkk!” she whined when he pressed a kiss to her needy clit, the tip of his tongue teasing her entrance when he licked a stripe up her slit. he hummed at her taste, greedily lowering his head back down for more. “god, you taste so good,” he growled as he lapped at her clit, unable to tear himself away. she was too good, way too good.

she writhed at the sight of her boyfriend feasting on the sex between her legs, her thighs pressed against either side of his head as his hands gripped her hips, his tongue relishing in the fact that it was the first to ever get a taste of her pussy. her nectar coated his tongue, and he tore himself away, pretty pink lips glistening with her slick. “fuck, you’re too good,” he husked, giving her belly a soft tap before his fingers reached for his belt.

she sat herself up on her elbows as she watched him unbuckle his belt, tossing it down towards the mess of clothes on the floor of his bedroom, working the zipper of his jeans before finally tugging them down his legs, and her breath hitched at the base of her throat. she knew steve was big— she could feel it through his pants whenever they had their make out sessions— but god, how was it possible for someone to be that big?

the tip was already glistening with precum, the shaft hard as a rock, and it looked painfully hard. it slapped his stomach when it sprang out of his pants, and it bobbed up and down as he stepped out of his jeans, kicking them across the floor before crawling back over her body on the bed, capturing her lips in his kiss. her fingernails clawed at the breadth of his shoulders as his tongue rolled over hers, and she throbbed between the legs.

“you ready, baby?” he questioned when they finally broke away, and she watched as he fisted his cock, lips falling agape as he pumped himself, teeth pinching his bottom lip. he reached over to his bedside table for a condom, ripping the package alert with his teeth before guiding it down over his cock and she nodded, although apprehensive— was it possible for him to even fit?

steve seemed to have picked up on her nervousness, brown irises softening as he leaned down towards her with an elbow beside her head, his eyes searching through the waters of hers, and she stared back up into the soils of his. his fingers threaded through the tresses atop her head, the pad of his thumb soothing over her bottom lip. “are you okay?” he asked, “we can stop if you want, you know,” he reminded, placing a chaste kiss beside her lips. she shook her head, “no, i want to keep going.” she reached forward to slither a hand behind his head, her thumb caressing the small hairs there. “promise you’ll go slow?” she raised an eyebrow in question, and his lips curved up into a smile, pressing a soft kiss down on hers for reassurance.

“of course, honey. tonight is all about you,” he murmured before taking his cock back into his hand, giving it a few more pumps before leaning back, making sure the tip was lined up with her entrance. she shivered at the sight, and he reached forward for her hand, lacing his fingers together with hers. “you tell me to stop and i’ll stop, okay?” he nodded, making sure they were both on the same page. she nodded back, giving his hand a soft squeeze. “just tell me when to start moving, yeah?”

“yeah.”

with his hand not locked with hers, he gripped her hip, slowly thrusting his hips forward, easing his cock through her entrance, and her mouth fell open at the stretch, a shaky breath emitting before steve gathered her lips with his, distracting her as he pushed all the way in, her hips stuttering as her back arched off of the mattress. “st.. st—oh shit, steve!” she cried against his lips as his body fell flush against hers, his hands caressing her sides, shushing her and murmuring small praises into the shell of her ear. “fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight baby,” he growled, a string of curses following suit. “you’re taking me so well, honey, fuck.”

it was so much but not enough all at once. he was so big, and all she wanted was for him to ruin her. she whimpered behind closed lips as she nodded, tapping his shoulder. “you can.. fuck! you can move,” she gasped, and she needn’t say anymore. he slowly moved back out before pushing himself back in, and she cried, digging her fingernails further into his back, certain to leave marks. steve couldn’t suppress his own moans as she clenched around him, his grip so tight on her hips she was sure to have bruises by tomorrow.

“shit!” he cursed, snapping his hips, her body jolting along with his thrust. she whimpered, beckoning for him to go faster— fuck, she was already so close, he needn’t do much more. “so perfect, such a pretty girl, such a pretty fucking pussy,” he growled as his thrusts picked up their pace, his eyes scanning her face for any indication that he needed to slow down.

she cried again at a particularly hard thrust, and his hips stilled, much to her dismay. “no, please stevie, i can take it. please, fuck me harder, make me come, baby, please!” she begged, reaching for his hand, lacing their fingers together. he only smiled down at his girl before picking the pace back up once again, the sound of skin assaulting skin permeating his bedroom. “yeah? you can take it, pretty girl?” he hummed, leaning down so that they were eye level. “look at me, baby,” he purred, his breath hot against her lips as she slowly peeled her eyelids open, gazing up into his big, beautiful umber irises. “you can take it, yeah?” he mumbled, and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, tugging him closer until their foreheads were flush against one another’s.

“you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he cooed, snapping his hips into hers. “this is your first time but you’re already a slut, huh baby?” she cried, feeling a knot tying itself together at the pit of her stomach as she nodded, toes curling into the sheets. “stevie, i— fuck— i think i’m going to c..come,” she mewled, clenching herself around his cock tighter. “fuck, yeah, baby?” he growled, fucking her faster, faster. “come for me baby. let me see how good i make you feel.”

she panted, letting her body take control, feeling herself clench tighter around his cock, letting herself go. a string of curses tumbled from either of their lips as she came, steve’s thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier until he finally spilled in his condom, his body falling on top of hers, panting right against her ear. sweat beaded down either of their faces as they chased air back into their lungs, and steve rolled over onto his side, reaching for something he could use to clean either of them off, settling on an old t-shirt he had discarded onto his floor who knows how long ago.

“you feeling okay?” he questioned as he cleaned up the mess between her thighs, and she smiled, nodded her head against his pillow sleepily. “more than okay,” she beamed as he tossed the shirt away once again, tying a knot over the opening of his condominium before discarding it into the garbage bin beside his bed. he leaned back against his headboard and tugged her into his lap, his fingers weaving through her tendrils, fingernails massaging her scalp.

“i can’t believe i denied you for so long,” he whined, pressing a kiss down to the crown of her head as she traced patterns between the hairs on his chest. she chuckled, “me neither.” he pouted at this and pulled her closer, his palm soothing over the curve of her shoulder. “you did so well, you know that?” he praised, giving her skin a soft pinch. “you sure it’s your first time?”

she chuckled, “i’m glad it was you,” she admitted, “i wouldn’t have wanted to lose my virginity to anyone else.”

steve smiled, his fingertips prodding against the underside of her jaw to guide her lips up to his for another soft, tender kiss. “i’m honored.”

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alfairy · 6 months

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So! I finally saw the fnaf movie! And I’ve got many thoughts about it!!! Here’s my review and random reactions and thoughts about it. Spoilers for the movie under the cut. Proceed with caution!

I thought it was really good! Definitely wasn’t perfect but I had a lot of fun watching it! My mom was with me, and she doesn’t really know anything about fnaf but she also enjoyed it. I didn’t really get scared at any point during the movie (I was more scared by the horror trailers they played before it started haha), but that’s fine! Maybe I’m just immune to jumpscares.

The effects!!! All the animatronics looked so good in motion, and the sound design made them feel even more real. Every heavy metallic movement or blink of an eye, it was just perfect.

There are sooooo many Easter Eggs! Sparky the dog! Ella from the books as a prototype circus baby spring lock suit!

The soundtrack slapped, especially the opening credits. Blumhouse was cooking in the music department fr 🔥🔥🔥

BLANKET FORT SCENE! EVERYONE CHILLING TOGETHER ON THE FLOOR AND BEING FRIENDS! I wish they could’ve stayed friends like that, it was my favorite scene of the whole movie and was so sweet

I heard everyone say there was a matpat cameo but I didn’t see it? Either I somehow missed it or the theater cut the scene or something? I SWEAR I didn’t see this man or hear him say his iconic line. I did have to get up at one point to use the bathroom really quick, so many that’s when I missed it.

Coryxkenshins cameo! I love that guy, he did really good for his quick scenes! I think they should make him a reoccurring character actually. Have him run over springtrap in the next movie.

Also the aunt character was evil. But like, comically evil. She hires people to break into the restaurant to make Mike look bad so she can get custody of Abby and get the government paychecks for it. And she got murdered in Mikes house by Golden Freddy, and they never resolve that??? Last we see her she’s lying dead on the floor and then the last scene with Mike and Abby they’re happily eating spaghetti at home like their aunt wasn’t murdered in the living room lmao. And we know Vanessa couldn’t have covered for them because she’s in a coma soooooooo. 🤷‍♀️

The coolest kill was when Freddy bit that girl in half and her bottom half fell onto the floor like DANG! The rest of the kills they either cut away from or don’t really show detail, which I thing is a weak point. Next movie I think they should push it a little bit further, but I understand why they shot it the way they did.

Is this a good time to admit that I’m kinda down bad for Josh Hutcherson in this thing hhahghshdh 😳🫣 boy stopping looking at me with them big sad doe eyes

Matthew Lillard was also serving cunt in this, even though he got 10 minutes of screen time 😔 he gave it his all. Hopefully if we get a sequel he gets to do Springtrap stuff.

Mike during this whole movie be like: 😴. I’m surprised it took so long for the band to attack him in real life (dream sequences don’t count) when in literally every other scene he’s popping pills and taking naps. He naps every few scenes and yet looks like he hasn’t had a good nights rest in 30 years 😭

So… Garret isn’t one of the spirits? I would’ve thought he was Golden Freddy but he’s not…. Maybe in this universe Garret is the puppet? There was a hidden message in the end credits that says COME FIND ME and the puppet music box is playing. That seems to be what theyre trying to set up for a potential sequel, but…. That’d make me a little sad tbh, this is Charlie erasure ;-; Also can we please have Henry Emily do something for once in this franchise, WHERE is this man.

The finale was cool! When Spring Bonnie walked in everyone was like “YESSS!!!” And after he started talking my mom was like “😯 I think I know who it is!”

William smacked Mike so hard he did a damn triple flip through the air and got his ass knocked out cold. Mans him so hard that it probably sent him back to the bite of 83 💀💀💀

So. The big thing. No Michael Afton in the movie. In fact, Vanessa is William’s only child.

Honestly I’m kinda down for the strange role swap that this universe has going on. I don’t think anyone expected Vanessa to be Williams daughter, but that was cool, and it gives a little insight as to how William managed to get away with this for so long. He’s literally got a kid in the police force keeping tabs on Freddys and covering his tracks for him. Now it suddenly makes sense why in the trailers Vanessa seems so knowledgeable about the animatronics and already knows they’re possessed.

Tbh I had a random thought. If Vanessa gets to take over Mikes role in this world as Williams kid, then Mike should get to have his own “reluctant follower” villain arc. Put that man in a rabbit costume. It’s only fair. Equality 😤 ✊

And with those final thoughts…. Yeah! I’d say the movie was a solid 8.5/10 for me, I’ll probably go see it again with friends when they get off work this weekend! The critics are wrong yet again, it’s a perfectly enjoyable movie and the fans will love it.

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