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sabrina carpenter x Y/N first time doing something like this so wish me luck and give me requests 🙏

Sabrina Carpenter x Female Reader

This is strictly a female imagine story. You can request singers, actresses, models, movie or tv show characters. *This will be a Y/N only story. *Y/N will be G!P or intersex (girl with penis) *If this isn't your cup of tea please do not read! **Mature content in this story.** -Cover Made By: Yours Truly (Me)

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.

"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**

Sabrina Carpenter Imagines. These won't include smut, and if requested, the answer will be no. I hope you enjoy and much love, Acebuds🫶🏾