Story cover for The Remix (Sabrina Carpenter/You) by trueloveneverdies42
The Remix (Sabrina Carpenter/You)
  • WpView
    Reads 85,833
  • WpVote
    Votes 5,043
  • WpPart
    Parts 20
  • WpHistory
    Time 6h 32m
  • WpView
    Reads 85,833
  • WpVote
    Votes 5,043
  • WpPart
    Parts 20
  • WpHistory
    Time 6h 32m
Ongoing, First published Oct 01
Mature
1 new part
Y/N Y/LN grew up in a small town in Quakertown Pennsylvania. Her parent's best friends are David and Elizabeth Carpenter. Which ultimately led to Sabrina and Y/Ns childhood friendship. But that didn't last long.

What happens when their paths cross again as adults in the music industry?

Two different genres, two different people.


Y/N is g!p (intersex)

Contains Mature and explicit content

Cover made by: @BrooklynMHM

*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SONGS LISTED
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add The Remix (Sabrina Carpenter/You) to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
πˆπ… π˜πŽπ” 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 πŒπˆππ„ |  β™‘ πš‚πšŠπš‹πš›πš’πš—πšŠ π™²πšŠπš›πš™πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš› β™‘ by draezin
34 parts Complete Mature
"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 ΰΌΆβ€’β”ˆβ”ˆΰ­¨β™‘ΰ­§β”ˆβ”ˆβ€’ΰΌΆ 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. ΰΌ„ a story of slow touches, aching tension, & everything unsaid. ΰΌ„ 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 ❞ ΰΌΆβ€’β”ˆβ”ˆΰ­¨β™‘ΰ­§β”ˆβ”ˆβ€’ΰΌΆ "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.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
πˆπ… π˜πŽπ” 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 πŒπˆππ„ |  β™‘ πš‚πšŠπš‹πš›πš’πš—πšŠ π™²πšŠπš›πš™πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš› β™‘ cover
Under The Lights (Kylie/You) cover
Love & Soccer (Alex Morgan/You) cover
I'm Coming Home (Lauren/You)  cover
My Shooting Star (Blake Lively/You)  cover
Bound (Cassie/You/Maddy) cover
JUNO - A SABRINA CARPENTER STORY cover
The Hot Soccer Mom (Megan Fox/You) cover
Changes (Veronica Lodge/You) cover
The Other Scott  (Brooke Davis/You)  cover

πˆπ… π˜πŽπ” 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 πŒπˆππ„ | β™‘ πš‚πšŠπš‹πš›πš’πš—πšŠ π™²πšŠπš›πš™πšŽπš—πšπšŽπš› β™‘

34 parts Complete Mature

"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 ΰΌΆβ€’β”ˆβ”ˆΰ­¨β™‘ΰ­§β”ˆβ”ˆβ€’ΰΌΆ 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. ΰΌ„ a story of slow touches, aching tension, & everything unsaid. ΰΌ„ 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 ❞ ΰΌΆβ€’β”ˆβ”ˆΰ­¨β™‘ΰ­§β”ˆβ”ˆβ€’ΰΌΆ "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.