cosmichahn

[cosmichahn]

when candles burn out.

[iv. WINTER]

abby anderson x scientist!reader

— 4 seasons with abby; seasons pass, feelings grow.

— notes: angst, comfort, abby's going through it...!

You go through a whiplash of emotions, the only sounds audible are muffled. Your body feels heavy, the ground is startled, and you feel stuck.

Amidst crawling up the mountain of the north with the whole team, an avalanche occurs after a loud alarm gets set off. You were standing on a roofless watch tower with Abby when the aggressive quaking of the ground made you slip, your things impulsively thrown into the room, saving it, but forgetting to save yourself.

You’re quite literally hanging off the edge, Abby’s phobia of heights not helping the situation. Your screams are as loud, but Abby shakes, not knowing what to do. Reaching out to you would mean she’d see how far up the two of you are from the ground, but keeping you there holding on would mean that she’d mourn you.

“Abby, just-” She’s breathing too fast. “Just look at me.” You lead her eyes to yours, as she stands on the ground, looking down from where you are.

“I can’t.” Abby’s eyes are squeezed shut.

“Anderson, I’ll die if you don’t try.” You say louder than intended. “Fuck, sorry. Think of me, nothing else.” You reach your hand that isn’t grabbing onto the edge. She sees you reaching for her, and for a second, her eyes are on yours. Nothing else, just you. “It’s just us, Anderson. Me and you.” Abby crouches down, looking directly and only at you.

And with full force, she pulls you up, letting you fall on the watchtower’s metal floor. There’s a moment of silence before the two of you stare at each other, breaking into laughter.

“Holy shit, I almost lost you.” Abby checks you for any bruises, scratches, any injuries that may cause you struggle. She rushes to you, taking you aback as it’s usually her that ends up needing tending.

“I’m okay, Anderson. I’ll be alright.” You’re sat up, but she’s still crouching close to you; she brushes strands of hair falling to your face. A minute ago she was laughing, but now there’s something else. Something deeper. You take her hands in yours, reassuring her again that you’re safe. You didn’t fall, and you know you won’t.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Now, your voice remains quiet, but before you could say anything further, a voice from behind the snow starts to speak loud.

One of your teammates calls from the other side, letting you know that there’s a tunnel in the mountain that can help you cross from here to there. Now, on the opposite side of the watchtower from where you almost fell, is a ladder that leads to a side of the mountain.

There’s a path that leads directly to the tunnel, and that’s where you head to with Abby. You’re crawling down the ladder one after the other, talking her through the process. She’s not fragile, but she’s definitely in a vulnerable and rattled state. You almost died, had she not faced her fear. It makes you recall the summer afternoon in your room when you opened up about your fear, or when those cannibals were out searching and you got cramped up in some room. In any and most circumstances, it never fails for Abby to enter your mind.

She walks up quiet, and you catch up to her. This mission will soon be over and done with. It doesn’t take too long before you huddle up with the others, finally going back to base after a few weeks of exploration.

Everyone is fortunate enough that no one died or got bitten; safe to say that the mission was successful, the only mishap being the avalanche, but everyone was able to regroup. Some are injured, but bearable enough that they did not enter a critical state.

Her hand is visibly shaking, your mind races and holds it on impulse. “We’re good.” Your head nods, letting her know that you’re still here. You didn’t fall, you didn’t die. Alive and well. Her hand tightens slightly around yours, but she still doesn’t say anything.

Upon reaching the others, you remove your hand from hers, patting her back before walking over to one of your teammates. She’s going through some statistics with you, seeing as she’s one of the science crew members; you being one of them. As you leave Abby walking with the team, she quietly watches your interaction with the scientist. You were on the verge of death, and yet the first thing you did after being fortunate was to let her know that everything’s okay. It never crossed your mind how much of a burden it would be to listen to her after such an anxiety inducing event.

She knows you can handle yourself, but she’ll always have your back. It’s not something that’s easy for her to say, though it’s easy for her to do.

The whole trip back felt faster, as soon enough, you’re back in base gathering all of the loot and supplies you’ve collected. For a moment, everyone celebrates in the cafeteria. They’re all grabbing drinks and such, but you dismiss yourself, wanting to recharge your social battery. You make your way around the community, noticing how lovely it actually is.

Children are running along the walls and the compounds, actually having the chance to have decent childhoods. Some adults are somewhere playing cards, keeping low and content. People don’t shy away from letting you know that due to some of your inventions and improvements, you’ve helped them live comfortably; knowing that there are people with incredible things to give to this community. Some of them wave at you, and you do the courtesy of waving back, while some offer you a drink or two, but you politely decline this.

A familiar voice from behind calls for you, and so you turn around. “Anderson.” You unconsciously find yourself smiling at the sight of her.

“Wait up.” She rushes to your side, walking along. You don’t mind her coming in between you and your draining battery; in fact, talking to her helps you recharge.

You invite her in your quarters as you patch yourself up, noticing a bit of scratches. You’re sitting on the bed while she makes herself comfy by just standing near you, but not enough to corner you somewhere. The small wound makes you wince upon cleaning the off with alcohol and bandaids, but it’s all better than leaving it to get infected by other pathogens.

“Hey, um-” There’s an anxious tone in her voice, making you finish up your wounds. You stand up to keep the aid kit somewhere safe before going back to your seat on the bed. There’s a spot beside you that you make her sit at, and she looks at you as she settles down.

Abby stumbles with her words, something you’d rarely find her doing. After the traumatic experience she went through with her dad’s passing, it’s not unusual for her to close off any and every emotion regarding that day, regarding any sort of loss, death, such. Seeing you on the verge of it made the feeling and the memory crawl up her skin, as though it’s eating you alive.

She can’t find the words, her jaw clenches at the struggle. You’re about to say something as she starts to mutter as well, ending in another staring contest with tension thicker than air.

Your lips part slightly, eyes gazing at Abby’s, then her lips. For a second, you shut your mind off, pulling her closer to you. Her head nuzzles on your shoulder, you feel her face contorting, soaking the fabric of your shirt in tears that she quietly lets out. Her sniffling becomes muffled as she covers her face in you, with your hand beginning to pat her back.

Her arms find their way to snake around your waist, holding you tight as though you’d disappear in thin air if she lets go. You move your shoulder away from her, letting her face level with yours.

Abby’s eyes look so swollen even though she hasn’t been crying for long. You hold her face, moving her carefully towards you, kissing her tears away. Each droplet falls, and as one of them reaches her lips, you stop midway. You pull away, still holding onto her features. She doesn’t budge, she reaches for your shoulders to finally move you forward and closer to her.

And for a moment, you share a deep, longing kiss. One that dissolves years of unlabelled yearning. Everytime your lips pull away, you pull each other back in for more. She doesn’t stop, neither do you. Your hands hang around her shoulders, her arm holding your waist so tender, her other supporting the two of you up on the bed.

You only stop for air, heart soaring upon feeling Abby growing a smile amidst a kiss. There’s a chuckle that she lets out. Her kisses are so full of love, you find yourself falling all over again.

i. SPRING ii. SUMMER iii. AUTUMN iv. WINTER

[cosmichahn]

when candles burn out.

[iii. AUTUMN]

abby anderson x scientist!reader

— 4 seasons with abby; seasons pass, feelings grow.

— notes: fluff-ish, someone's got a wound, the other's helping out

“Abby, get the fuck right here this god damn instant." Voice whispering, trying not to choke on your words. Your hand firmly tugged her arm as a group of people from a cult walked past the place you were sent to explore and loot such items.

“Shit, that came out rude. Sorry."

“It's ok."

Like what your superiors instructed: do not let anyone other than your partner see you. The place you went to was already owned by a group of cult members who used both infected and uninfected people as their sacrifice as some of them were also cannibals. It's odd, you thought, but there was only you and Abby, and if things go wrong, it might just be the end for the two of you.

The group stopped near where you were hiding, and frankly Abby was struggling to hide behind the crates, and so you tried to pull her to an empty little storage room. It was small and cramped, but it's one of the first things that entered your mind so you just did it.

Upon entering the cramped area, you went straight face to face with Abby, feeling the trickling waves of her breath on your nose. “I hope I don't smell that bad." She joked, not receiving a reply or a little laugh in return as you were peeking through the little hole in the door. You observed the conversation going on outside of the little room you were in, not hearing what Abby said.

“Abby, d'you think my bombs are gonna work?" You whispered, holding the little pouch in your bag. The bombs were made of the newly discovered fungi that you found while patrolling. It was a puffball mushroom that had all of these red and white spots that looked mutated, and it was never before seen; or at least it just wasn't listed in her notebook filled with fungal research.

The small bombs you made replicated grenades, and as it falls through the floor after its tie is untangled, a smoke releases. It doesn't kill, but it definitely leaves the victim a couple of hours of paralyzed as their limbs start to numb, feeling as if it's burning although it isn't.

“I'm sure it'll work." Abby gave you a reassuring smile, getting her gas mask ready. “Besides, you're one of the nerdiest people I know." She ruffled your already big mess of a hair, apologizing as she noticed her gesture.

“Thanks, nerdy's one way to put it." You squint your eyes at her, noticing the cut on her lip as a small drop of blood began to trickle down. “Where'd you get that, Abs?" Upon questioning it, you brushed your thumb over her bottom lip, wiping off the blood. 

She felt your thumb, brushing over the cut after you removed your hand. “Probably just scratched over something." Abby replied.

You gaze your finger over hers. “It looks like a deep cut." Caressing it, you eye the blood trickling once more. “Does it sting?" It was a look of concern, and although you may seem paranoid right now, infections were obviously still a thing. If you consider how an open cut can be infected even more as it's touched by icks that are very unsanitary. Of course considering that there's no need to be so much of a germaphobe especially with how the environment is right now, but still. You notice the rambling in your mind, shutting yourself up. “I have some rubbing alcohol and a bandaid here." You began shuffling through your bag.

“I'm fine, don't worry.” She let out a small and quiet chuckle. “I'll be okay."

“Ok, but I'll still treat it, Abigail."

“Yes, Ma'am."

No word of hers was heard as you swiftly took a small bottle of alcohol, putting a little bit on your pointer. “This will sting." You dabbed a little on the cut, seeing the corner of her lip twitch a little bit. With every muscle of your hand, you tried to be a little more careful, before plastering the small band aid, sealing it away. “All done."

“Thank you, Doctor." She joked, going a little closer than usual. The tips of your noses were touching, now feeling the quiet breaths of hers tickling your lips.

A smile growing on your lips. It was time to put your head back to where it was supposed to be in the first place: Getting past these cannibal cult members.

i. SPRING ii. SUMMER iii. AUTUMN iv. WINTER

[cosmichahn]

when candles burn out.

[ii. SUMMER]

abby anderson x scientist!reader

— 4 seasons with abby; seasons pass, feelings grow.

— notes: slight angst, reader being a bit anxious about the future, comfort!

It was hot. Boiling hot. The sun shone too bright, and you were all sweaty in your lab, feeling each trickle of sweat. You already took two baths today, and it's not even past 12 in the afternoon. Maybe you should have just slept early last night, or not have woken up at 5 in the morning.

The heat really took a number on you, but still, you proceeded with your work. As for today, you’re not working on chemicals since you don’t want to work around them with this heightening temperature; so you placed everything organized to the side and on its respective shelves.

“Ugh, this fucking heat.” You mutter under your breath. It’s not unusual, but it’s Summer, so of course it is. You grab a clean piece of cloth, wiping it on your forehead. Currently, you’re improving one of the long guns that you own. Focus remains on the weapon, being very careful as it is delicate, or at least to you, it is. “Just this-”

The door comes slamming open. “Oh, Jesus, fuck-” By instinct, you grab one of your pistols. “Scared me for a second.” You breathe deeply, losing your concentration.

It was just Abby. Right. Just Abby.

“Abigail, knock next time.” You scoff. “By now, you should know.” Back to the working desk, you shake your head, hearing a quiet apology from her.

After a few moments of silence, she breaks the tension in the air. “What are you upto?” Abby’s been noticing your behavior lately. You’ve been tense, somehow jumpy from time to time. Something is eating you up from the inside, and she doesn’t know how to address it.

You finish up one last kink before replying. “Just an upgrade. Boss says we have a mission up north, I should be prepared” The gun comes in full display in front of her. Newly polished, new features, a better scope.

“Yeah.” She purses her lips, both hands on the crafting table while you walk somewhere else in the room, looking at your stock.

“We gotta be careful. There hasn’t been an avalanche in a while, but it’s still possible.” You say, placing all the bullets in a holder, organized for each gun you got. Abby sits on one of the crates, your eyes follow her but you don’t. “I’m locking up.” You grab the keys from the desk. “Got scolded. I was caught up here at 5, but my excuse was the sun wasn’t up yet.” You chuckle, but she doesn’t budge.

Abby looks at you, her eyes saying something else. You feel a bit anxious about this. Have you done something wrong? You’re not sure. “Anderson, I’m about to go. You should too.” She nods and follows behind you.

“Hey, do you want to grab a drink?” She blurts out, and you stop walking so she can catch up. You raise  your eyebrow. “You’re tense. Well, a bit.”

“Guess I need to let loose, huh?” You rub your eyes. “I’m so tired though.” There’s a yawn that escapes your lips. “Maybe the alcohol would let me sleep better.” She finally lets out a positive sound, laughing. She’s laughing at something that you didn’t really intend for to happen, but you don’t mind. “My place is good.”

Your place is good, obviously. You reside in a room by yourself in one of the quarters. No roommates and such, so no one’s going to possibly judge you for drinking when the sun isn’t even down yet. An addition to that, you need something cold to drink just to cool off.

Somewhere, though not visible to all, you care about Abby. Everyone knows she cares for those she considers, and luckily, you’re one of them. Or grown to have become one of them. “Yeah, so my damn neighbors don’t judge the shit out of us.”

There’s a bottle of whiskey on your desk, with Abby bringing along some vodka that she managed to rummage from Manny. You’re sitting next to each other on the floor, leaning on the side of the bed. The drinks are in front of you, debating on whether to take shots or just take turns with the bottle; you both choose the second option.

“We haven’t hung out in a while.” She says, drinking from the bottle of whiskey, passing it onto you and exchanging it with the vodka.

“I know. I shut people out when it’s- I don’t know, something?” You shake your head. Feelings for you are tricky to articulate. “I guess I’m scared.” Something you’d admit had you been on the verge of death, but somewhere, unconsciously, you feel as though Abby would listen better than anyone can.

Abby nods, thinking before she speaks. “Is that why you’ve been huddled in your lab for weeks?” You nod in answer. She doesn’t say anything much, giving you the floor to talk.

“Supplies always run out. Raids always happen. Someone’s always in an accident. The infected bodies are mutating, it’s just never ending. Time’s shorter and it feels like I’m whisking it away burying myself in a laboratory.” You take a long drink from the whiskey bottle, wiping off the alcohol from your lips. “I love my job and my research, but what if I just end up dead somewhere with no one to mourn me but myself?”

She doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to look at her. “You’re forgetting that I’m here.” It’s so simple, and yet quietly in your mind, for once, you feel safe. “I’d mourn you.”

“I’d mourn you too, Anderson.”

i. SPRING ii. SUMMER iii. AUTUMN iv. WINTER

[cosmichahn]

when candles burn out.

[i. SPRING]

abby anderson x scientist!reader

— 4 seasons with abby; seasons pass, feelings grow.

— notes: fluff, abby being silly, reader trying to be serious

“Can I help you, Abby?"

You were sitting on a stool, hanging at your usual spot. The Science District. Looking over a microscope, your eyes transferred to a visitor. She's tall, muscular, has dirty blonde hair, and, well, she's hot, but you had to shake those thoughts away. Not necessary nor relevant at the moment.

“I was just checking up on you." she replied with that beguiling smirk on her face. “I also got some honeysuckles for you.”

You thank her and place the flowers in a spare jar, walking over to the faucet and letting this bask in the sunlight by the window. “What made you so decent to me all of a sudden?" you joked, crossing your arms, furrowing your eyebrows. Head turning to face her.

“Nothing, my schedule's just free and I don't know what to do." Abby leaned over the door frame with her arms crossed. “So I'm here to see you."

What is she on about? Your eyebrows curved, wondering what really made Abby go here of all places. Why not where Manny is? Or maybe Lev. “Ok, Anderson." You went back to observing the moss-infused mushroom that you took. It was growing a couple of blocks away from your laboratory. “Just don't touch or mess with anything. Thanks."

The atmosphere of the room seemed off. You felt her eyes observing and wandering over her, and she knew it was going over your buttons. “Can you stop staring?” You sighed, looking annoyed. Abby’s nice, you knew that, but she liked getting under your skin which you’re not sure why or how come.

“No.” She said in a blatant manner.

“And why not?” You looked away from the microscope once more.

“Just want to.” Abby retorted.

You tried to hide the heat rising up your face, getting hit by one of her lines again. “Just go play some music or whatever. I have cassettes over there on the shelf.” Abby doesn’t have that much of a bad music taste anyway, so you just let her choose whatever was available.

She swiftly walked along the organized place, heading towards the mahogany shelf that you found lying somewhere and just cleaned it off. The options were not much, so she just ended up choosing a shuffled cassette. It had pretty cheesy songs that you found a guilty pleasure, but hey, they were actually good.

The opening of a random love song started to play. Abby looked at you, and you looked back. She started swaying along to the beat, giving you that childish look. Somehow it’s as if she wants you to join her. And she did. “You look very ridiculous right now.” You were trying to hold in a light laugh, but a sly smile still lingered in you. “I’m not gonna dance with you, Abby.”

“The best part’s coming on soon.” It was the chorus. Abby loved the chorus. She always hummed cheesy love songs whenever she was alone, reading a book, or doing some kind of errand that didn’t require her to patrol all over the area, but sometimes it was a random 90s punk song that she usually listened to. It reminded her of you. Almost everything reminded her of you.

“Don’t leave me hanging.” She walked up to you, waiting for you to give your hand. She can whisk you away like she always does, helping you escape your mind that never stopped thinking. She was your escapism in a world not full of it, sadly. You just wouldn’t admit it. Or perhaps you couldn’t. You liked Abby, that was all there was. You should at least try soon before things are too late, right?

With a bit of convincing that only lasted for ten seconds, you removed your gloves, placed the mushroom inside of a container with a bit of hole to help it breathe, and gave the right conditions to it. Afterwards, you stood up, walking awkwardly towards her. “I’m on my way…?”

Abby chuckled, she adored you and everything you were. She was bothered though. Bothered by your unending attachment to your work. Night and day, she passed by your lab doing other things, and you would just be so focused on your research with a mug in hand, filled with bad coffee that didn’t even help, but it was the only thing with caffeine that you can access, so whatever. Your work was important, yes, but your health was just as important. Sometimes you don't even sleep, you just drown yourself in your work. She is constantly worried about you, so she tries to find ways to press your buttons a little bit to loosen you up, but she’ll never cross your boundaries.

As soon as you walked up to her, she took your hands and held them dearly. Abby looked so tough, and yet here she is. Gentle. “You can come closer, you know.” She placed your hand on her waist, leaving you room to decide whether to move closer to her body. Slowly as each chord passed, your arm began to curl around her, practically giving her a hug now.

Your heart, it was calm, quiet. It flowed freely, that invisible string connecting the two of you. Soon, both of your arms are around her waist, holding her dearly. She rested her arms on both of your shoulders, trying not to put on too much weight. She’s heavy, of course she knew that. It was hard trying not to catch her eyes, and that’s exactly what you were trying to do. Avoid them. Her gaze was captivating. Her icy blue eyes that gave you warmth. Her gentle hands that felt as if it could heal every bruise and every scar.

Finally you met her gaze. Her eyes softened, she gave you a smile. The brightest one you’ve seen. Something always happened between the two of you. Moments like this to be exact, and yet… What even are the two of you? Abby never addressed that spark happening whenever you were around each other. She likes you, you know that. You like her, and she knows that too, so what’s keeping the two of you from going for it? You always wondered.

“Abby.” You called. She just looked at your eyes, caught in your enchantment. “Abby?” Tilting your head a little to the left. You let out a little snicker, but that toned down soon. “Abby.” Your left hand brushes that loose strand of hair to the side. Went from the strand of hair to her face, stroking the side of her cheek with your thumb. This, surprisingly, snapped her out of whatever hypnotism she had.

“Yes?” She finally answered.

“There’s something.” You replied as she listened in anticipation. “I have to tell you something."

“What are you gonna tell me?" Abby answered, trying to make her voice go softer.

You leaned in, tugging on her waist with a conspicuous devilish smile on your face. Teasing her wouldn't be so bad, right? She always did it anyway. Your thumb began tracing circles on her lower back, letting your fingers snake up beneath her shirt.

“Abigail…" You whispered.

“Mhm?" Abby murmurs.

“Lev's at the door." Quickly, your arms untangled around her, peeking behind her to see Lev trying not to let out a laugh. “See you later, Soldier.” And there she left, a pout in her face as she walked away, hearing distant playful scolds to Lev and he began teasing her even more.

i. SPRING ii. SUMMER iii. AUTUMN iv. WINTER

[cosmichahn]

NEED THEM TO SAVE ME.

ASSEMBLED: THE MAKING OF AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024)

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knowing that agatha might turn into a cosmic entity in what if s3 makes me sob because girl RIO VIDAL IS A COSMIC ENTITY TOO AND WHAT WOULD THIS MEAN FOR THEM WAIIIITTTTTT.

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agathario and caitvi angst all in one year are you fucking kidding me

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agatha all along teacher au...

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it's so beautiful finding out that the ballad of the witches' road began between agatha and nicholas and their bond, and earlier on we find out that lorna wu created her version in order to protect alice I AM ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.

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episode 8 was like if your mother made you cry but then offered you food she just finished cooking

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agathario consists of my favorite colors (purple and green) and i'm going insane

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SAVE US, PATTI LUPONE

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i love italian characters who are decades older than me (lilia calderu and melissa schemmenti)

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alex tran having bandori on his phone's bottom bar was something that i fear completed my day

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sevika has the potential to have a graham eaton haircut. CHAT.

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MOTHER SINGS MOTHER SINGS AGAIN WE ARE SO BACK

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KATHRYN HAHN FEEDING THE HOMOSEXUALS ONCE MORE