#you don’t have time to contemplate here comes the flamethrower

[little-shiny-sharpies]

Ok I know I already made a self insert literally based around it but your gal finally watched The Thing and oh my god.

I’ve been rewatching it every night all week. Ironically enough it’s a new comfort movie now. Just wow. oh my god. what a film.

[theloveliestloona]

Danger!Miss Circle x Reader - Circle returns home after a long mission - Part 2

Miss Circle/Fundamental Paper Education by @/A3DGhost on X/Twitter

Danger AU by @/cho_to10720 on X/Twitter

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warnings - mentions of reader losing weight (not significant to the story), ooc??, Circle doesn't have a flamethrower arm, kind of short (lazy)

Part 1

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Song - Always Forever - The Cults

You know you’ve got me in your pocket

You don’t just have to wait around

You know I’ll keep you in my locket

Just come here and we can settle down

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“I’m here now.” She whispered against your dampened cheek with another kiss. “I'm not going anywhere.” Another kiss.

They were addicting. Like a familiar drug — nothing could replace the feeling of Circle’s warm lips against you. Each gentle caress of her lips chipped away at the tormenting loneliness that had encapsulated your very being, making you feel whole once again.

Circle was determined to rid you of your sorrows—to chase away the emptiness that had found its home in your heart. She continued to whisper soft reassurances into your skin; her voice, once strained, was now softened. It was the way she’d always spoken with you. Circle had almost been afraid she’d forget how to use it, but it returned to her like a much-needed breath after being submerged in the suffocating harshness of war for so long.

Your heart-wrenching sobs slowly filtered into flustered, albeit tired, giggles. She finally ceased her onslaught of kisses, pulling away to simply admire the beautiful woman before her. She noted the slight hollow in your cheeks, evidence that you hadn't cared for yourself. She understood it all too much. If it weren't for the pressure to succeed in battle, she likely would've fallen down the same path.

However, she couldn't ignore the guilt she felt seeing you in such a state. She wanted to apologize endlessly, to convey how awful she felt leaving you alone for so long. But she still knew you. She was well aware any attempts to blame herself would be futile—you were adamant on blaming anything else but her, even if it meant attacking yourself.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice, as it always did, pulled her out of the endless spiral of an unforgiving guilty conscience. She shook her head, dismissing the daunting thoughts to focus on you—not your malnourishment, but your well-being as a whole. Her fingertips graced the skin of your delicate cheek, admiration replacing the worry in her eyes.

“You look tired.” Circle murmured, her voice far from accusing — but not worried either. She was observing. She'd always been observant or calculating — always assuming every problem had a set solution.

“I'm exhausted,” you breathed with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “but I'm sure it's nothing compared to how you're feeling.”

She nodded, though, no matter how endearing the idea of sleep seemed, Circle didn't want to waste any more precious moments that could be better spent with you. Sleep meant dreams, and dreams usually meant nightmares. She was scared to get stuck in them as she did so many times away from you. She knew she should've been more confident that laying beside you, your presence, would chase them away. But now, she could only think about being torn away from you once again. That idea alone was enough to bring a crashing wave of dread that swept away her exhaustion, leaving her to suffer the awareness of her body'sthreat to collapse.

On the other hand, Circle felt incredibly selfish in keeping you awake. She hated that she knew you wouldn't sleep if she didn't follow you.

“We’re together now. None of that matters.” Circle finally responded, the contemplating furrow of her brows softening. A content hum elicits from her throat as your fingers find their way through her hair, settling against her scalp. The gentle touch contrasted the harshness she’d been so used to — even more so as you push her head back against your chest, back against the steady lullaby of your heart.

“Rest, my love,” you whispered — she felt the overwhelming need to comply.

“Tomorrow is a new day.”

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