They said it would be simple-just a few staged photos, fake smiles, and headlines that would fade. For aspiring actor Y/N, it's the chance of a lifetime: a publicity stunt that could open the right doors, bring him closer to his dreams, and help him keep a promise he made long ago. For global pop sensation Sabrina Carpenter, it's damage control-a way to silence the rumors and restore her image after the latest media storm. The rules are clear: keep it convincing, keep it casual, and above all... don't catch real feelings. But under the flashes of cameras and scripted affection, something unexpected begins to stir. With each shared secret, each unguarded moment, the lines between make-believe and something more start to blur. And as the spotlight grows hotter, so do the truths they're both hiding. Because the real story isn't what the world sees-it's the one they're still writing.

She smiled at someone and tilted her head in that way she always does in interviews and music videos and whatever-the way that makes it impossible to look away. I was absolutely mesmerized by her. And it was stupid, so so stupid. She was just looking around, just existing, and I? I was fighting for dear life a few meters away. But, could you blame me? What are even the chances, the face of the campaign to be, Sabrina. Fucking. Carpenter. . . . When y/n, a rich fangirl, meets her obsession in real life, her world takes a completely unexpected turn. But will it worth it?

"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