"God, you're so bright it makes my eyes sore." "I know, not everyday you see an angel like me." "More like devil covered head to toe in pink." "You talk a lot for a guy who role-plays poor." "You know, it gives me character." "You have enough of that. Might wanna focus on your looks next time." "Don't need to." "Huh, you might be right."

⭒ ⭒𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞.

G!p Y/n x Sabrina Carpenter. 18+ When Hollywood's newest heartthrob Y/N meets pop princess Sabrina Carpenter at the VMA's afterparty, sparks fly - and not the good kind. "Careful," Sabrina purrs, brushing past her with a smirk. "Wouldn't want you falling for me." Y/N raises a brow, stepping closer. "I don't fall, princess. I make people trip." From that moment, the tension crackles - sharp banter, stolen glances, accidental touches that linger too long. They swear they can't stand each other... but the line between hate and want keeps getting thinner. And when the cameras fade and it's just the two of them, it turns out losing the fight might be exactly what they've both been craving.

You didn't mean to stand out at a Sabrina Carpenter concert... Especially not in a crowd of thousands. But when a quiet, sharp-tongued tech nerd (you) catches Sabrina's eye mid-show, everything changes. One song. One name. And a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs that spark a connection neither expected.

"If I were able to steal the key to your heart, I would only use it when it needs some love... but it's hard since we're apart-it's got me wondering." - If You Were Mine, Minova ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ In the flickering warmth of an old coffee shop-where the record player skips just enough to feel vintage and the air always smells like cinnamon and nostalgia-Arabella exists quietly. She's just a girl with chipped polish, thrifted sweaters, and a heart that loves a little too much in silence. Her days pass in a blur of steamed milk, soft indie music, and the same familiar faces. Until Sabrina Carpenter walks in. Velvet voice, honeyed eyes, famous smile-the kind of girl who belongs on billboards, not in a place like The Violet Hour. But she returns. Again and again. And Arabella starts to wonder if maybe the universe isn't as cruel as it seems. They speak in glances at first, in scribbled lyrics on receipts, in fingers that brush too long when coffee is handed over. Time slows. The air shifts. It's soft, but it's burning. And somewhere between espresso shots and midnight rain, Arabella falls-not just for Sabrina, but for the idea that maybe she could be someone's muse too. ༄ a story of slow touches, aching tension, & everything unsaid. ༄ a little broken, a little brave. ✦ content warnings: 18+ - smut, heavy yearning, soft cussing, public teasing, artistic angst, and just enough heartbreak to make the sweetness sting. ✧ aesthetic moodboard: ❝ foggy glass / lipstick on collars / tangled headphones / journal pages with hearts / whispered secrets / candlelight & cigarettes ❞ ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ "If I could go outside and take you out, we could talk all night-you're all I think about." - If You Were Mine, Minova ✧ a tender storm dressed in flannel and stardust.

It's just Sabrina Carpenter as a vampire tbh

Short N Sweet ♡ g!p

(Sabrina Carpenter x OC) Gaia Lane is living the dream-a music sensation with a hit album and a loyal fanbase. But when she sits across from Sabrina Carpenter for a one-on-one interview, everything she thought she knew about being cool and collected goes straight out the window. Sabrina is effortlessly charming, stunning, and maybe just a little bit too irresistible. What starts as a casual interview quickly spirals into something far more complicated as the two begin to bond over their shared creative struggles, chaotic personalities, and unspoken tension. But there's one small problem-Sabrina's straight, and Gaia is definitely not. Can they navigate the blurry lines between friendship, admiration, and something more without crossing a line that could change everything?

"Another round, please!" I leaned across the bar, eyeing the petite blonde with a playful smirk. "That'll be your fifth espresso martini tonight, Carpenter. Treading dangerous waters, aren't we?" Sabrina's lips curled into a dazzling smile as she slapped a crisp fifty on the marbeled countertop. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, sending a jolt through my spine. "Oh, come now," she purred, her voice a silky challenge. "You wouldn't dream of cutting me off just when I'm starting to warm up to you, would you, bartender?" *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*• Y/N, one of Manhattan's top bartenders, works her magic at a luxurious Marriott hotel. Her skills behind the bar are legendary, but nothing prepares her for the night Sabrina Carpenter walks in. Fresh from a sold-out show at Madison Square Garden for the Short N' Sweet Tour, the pop sensation finds herself drawn to the charismatic mixologist. Sabrina, known for guarding her heart, faces an unexpected challenge. In the city that never sleeps, could this chance encounter between Y/N and Sabrina ignite an extraordinary romance? **started 10/7/24**