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they want each other sooo bad
Sam/Sebastian/Abigail headcanons
~ they definitely have the awkward too close to be friends but not spoken about a relationship period between them three with each of them probably thinking that the other two are dating/are going to date at some point
~ keep catching the other two making out when they should be doing something else - Abby really can’t leave Sam and Seb alone for band practice for too long, she’s learnt her lesson (although she doesn’t mind watching at all >.>)
~ Sam is the kind of partner to go overboard with date night and make it as special as he can - think picnics, candles and an attempted homemade dinner - and, yeah, half of the time it goes horribly wrong and Seb and Abby think it’s hilarious but they appreciate it regardless
~ if and when Abigail actually ventures into the mines she definitely picks up things for the boys but mostly they just like her stories and hearing her talk and be so passionate about something
~ Sam can, will, and has serenaded them with his guitar
~ lazy days are a big thing for them, sleeping till late, not leaving bed, movies and video games and cuddles are always a constant in between soft spoken words and gentle kisses
~ Seb is stubborn and lowkey a brat which is endearing to an extent until they have to drag him away/towards things to make him do something (Abby can and will physically pick him up and yeet him)
~ Sam is usually the middle spoon - he’s got the broadest chest so both his babes can fit on there and cuddle him - while Abby is a big spoon and Seb is a little spoon
~ even if they’re not holding hands they want to be close and in contact, legs swung over each other, leaning together, a hand in the hair, etc.
part 2??
From the beginning, I shipped Sabigail so much and I still do because they were perfect for each other. Abigail was mean to Sammy at the start but he never said anything back to her. Instead, he just carried on being nice to her and that says a lot about Sammy's feelings to Abigail.
~ Bethany
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With each step, Abigail’s feet created a rush of rhythm to her new school and she hated it. It was weird, really, how every single person seemed to be an amazing singer and dancer and somehow knew all the moves…the lyrics…it wasn’t normal. It was unnatural. Supernatural.
She had asked Gabriela earlier, a nice girl she met, why everyone is so into it, but all she got in response was a small frown.
“It’s not a choice,” she whispered under her breath, her eyes making sure no one was looking. “The school’s haunted.”
Abigail’s eye widened, but she couldn’t help smiling.
“Haunted?” she scoffed, shaking her head. “That’s insane.”
“Just you wait,” Gabriela teased, twirling her hair with her finger.
Man, everyone in this school is crazy! How was she supposed to survive? First period went by without much annoyance, though the class almost broke into a musical number when Abigail accidently tapped her pencil on the table twice. She rushed out of class as the bell rung and ran into the girls’ bathroom.
Abigail looked into the mirror, letting out a small sigh.
“You’re normal,” she said to herself. Abigail smiled.
“Normal?” a voice spoke up behind her. She didn’t need to turn around, as the mirrors provided an excellent view of the person exiting the stall. She gasped. It was a moose! Oh wait nevermind.
“Y-you’re a boy!”
“I’m Sam,” he nodded his head. “And don’t ask.”
She raised an eyebrow as someone else stepped out also, followed by another person.
“This is Dean,” Sam signaled to the squirrel like man. “And this is Castiel.”
Still confused she nodded her head.
“N-nice to meet you. Why are you in here?”
“We’re investigating. We think everyone possessed or something…” Dean told her.
“Tell me about it! These people can’t go anywhere without singing…” she complained. Sam gasped.
“So, you don’t dance or sing?”
“Of course not! It’s my first day here. There…hasn’t been a second I’m not confused.
Sam advanced towards her.
“What’s your name?”
“Abigail…”
“Abigail,” Sam stated, looking in her eyes, “Everyone here is possessed by ghosts. Not as a joke. They’re really…”
“Ghost?” she smirked. “Right.”
“No really! And Castiel is an angel!”
Sam looked over at Dean sadly.
“Well, not anymore, but…”
She ran out of the bath and to her next class. But it was too late; people around her were already humming and tapping their feet.
“I gotta say what's on my mind…Something about us doesn't seem right these days. Life keeps getting in the way…”
The voice belonged to Gabriela! Another man was there too with a frown on his face.
“What about us? What about everything we've been through?” he sang, crying.
Abigail tried to turn around, but she was engulfed by singers every direction.
“Help!” she cried.
All of a sudden the music stopped. Everyone turned to look at her.
“That’s not part of the song,” one said. She was dressed in all pink and looked like a bitch.
“I…” Abigail squeaked.
Everyone made a circle around her, their eyes filled with anger.
“Help!” she called out again, hoping someone would hear her.
And someone did. Sam came running down the hallway, nearing tripping and running into the lockers. He quickly recovered and dived into the crowd, grabbing Abigail’s hand.
“Run.”
Sabrina Okay so you had a really rough night last night and it scared the shit out of me and this morning I woke up and you weren't answering and I actually thought you were gone. It was just a second nothing major. But I still thought what if she actually did it. And it was the worst second i have ever lived through in my entire life. Ever. I say that a lot but this time I mean it. Truly. I have never felt so scared and terrifies and hopeless and alone and like I would never end. You are everything I have Sabrina. I know that I could have half my body severed off and no senses and a pig coming out of my asshole and it would all be okay because I have you. Even if you had to wear those glasses from himym so you couldn't see me so we could still be friends, I'd be okay with that. But you getting point. You are my family. And my hopes and dreams and sometimes I wonder if this is what it's like to have kids because I worry about you all the time. It doesn't even matter if you were in an empty room in solitary condition id still worry about you because your my best friend and all I care about is your happiness and your safety. Sometimes I think I love you so much that I must be IN love with you because there's no other humanly possible way to be this good of friends with someone. Like those quotes that say you're the first person I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep well about 60% of the time that's you for me. And when I m single it's more like 113% which kinda scares me but I don't feel romantic with you so I don't think I'm in love with you lol fingers crossed. But you are my life. We aren't even friends at this point you're my sister and my family and my rock and the most amazon person I know. You say you don't have problems. But everyone has problems. I have problems. But nothing I have gone through or have seen anyone in the world ever go through could compete with what your mind does to you everyday. And I am so sorry. I can't even express. Your strength to go through that is unmeasurable. It could only be compared to in Disney movies and brave heart and those African kids whose parents died of aids and now raid their seven starving and dying of crAzy illness siblings. And no one tells you thank you. Thank you for being you every day. For being the strongest person I know. As strong as my mother. And that's saying something. You both show me everyday that I have hope and that I am proud to be a woman and have the honor to be her daughter and your best friend. You are so beautiful Sabrina. Inside and out. You are physically beautiful yes but what you have inside outshines the fucking sun. Anyone who you let in and gets to know you or hears one of your bad jokes or sees your dimples knows that you are something amazing. And you're capable of anything. Of everything. You can be anything you want to be. Fuck parents and teachers and tests and grades. You're Sabrina. And you could run this world singlehanded if you had to. Things are hard now. Yes. But I am here and I would carry you through a fuckin fire if I had to so I swear to god I can get you through this. We've done it before. We saved each other with a little help from five carrots. And that's all we've ever needed was each other. No matter what ever happens. I don't care if I become a porn star and you're the next Lana del Rey I will ALWAYS be your best friend. I don't care if I don't talk to you for 17 years. I will never stop loving you. My children will hear your name and now you as aunt Sabrina. And you will be in my life forever. Because we are best friends forever. Sisters. And boys will come and go. But we won't okay? I love you so fucking much. I would travel the world for you. Die for you. Kidnap Harry styles for you. And I'm sorry I don't say it enough. So thank you. Thank you for being my rock and my best friend and my sister. I love you to the moon and back. And then some. You deserve the work sweetie. And you needed to hear it. I love you. Xx Abigail
I feel strange mildly flaunting my own work, but I loved this excerpt from 'NITP.' Felt that the closure was needed. (...) ""I figure you could use something to cheer you up…" "What did you have in mind?" "Well…There's something I've been meaning to give to you for a while. It's yours by right but I had to pry it from Christian's hands." Abigail gave her a look, tilting her head. "Christian? What's he got to do with this?" Kat decided to delay explanation and handed her the little blue box she had to hijack from Christian at the end of the year. He wasn't going to give it to Abigail, but even then the blonde knew that she had to have it. Abigail opened the box, staring at the object with a passive expression. "What's this?" "Sammy had this whole speech written. He came to me all worried that you wouldn't like it, asking when he should give it to you and things like that. He even had this little speech prepared, the little dork." The girls laughed together, both picturing Sammy doing this. It was in his nature to make a big deal of things, and this certainly was no exception. "This was his grandma's. She gave it to him a while back to give to someone special and evidently that was you. She told him it's called a knot ring, and basically it means that 'the knot' isn't tied, but the person giving it has every intention of tying it some day." "So…" "He wanted to marry you, Abigail. And I know this isn't exactly cheering; I know how much you miss him and how much it hurts you every day. It hurts you more than any of us. But now, at least you know he'd give anything to be here with you" For Abigail, having hit rock bottom that very day by the hands of her own roommate, that idea was comfort enough."
