Sabrina

Sabrina’s final show of the tour was nothing short of electric — a sold-out stadium, fans screaming her name, confetti raining from the rafters, and her absolutely glowing onstage in a way that made your heart feel like it couldn’t get any fuller.

You watched from the wings, as you always did — her number one fan, her anchor, her favorite pair of eyes in the crowd. And even though you’d seen her perform hundreds of times now, she still left you breathless.

After the encore, after the bows and the lights dimming, she rushed offstage, breathless and beaming, straight into your arms.

You wrapped her up easily, her head fitting right under your chin, where it always seemed to belong.

“I love you,” she whispered against your chest, voice tired but sparkling.

“I love you more,” you murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

She didn’t know what was waiting just beyond the dressing room doors.

Back at the hotel, you convinced her to come up to the rooftop — just for a second, you said. She groaned a little, clinging to your arm like a sloth. “Carry me, tall boy,” she teased.

“C’mon,” you said with a grin, tugging her gently along by the hand. “Worth it, I promise.”

The rooftop was empty except for a small table — candles, fairy lights strung around the railing, and a quiet playlist of her own songs playing on loop. She froze when she saw it.

“You did this?” she asked, her voice catching.

You smiled down at her. “For you. Last show of the tour. Felt right.”

You sat with her, laughing over memories — the bus breaking down in the middle of nowhere, a disastrous dinner in Paris, that time she tried to wear your hoodie and it nearly reached her knees.

Then, when the moment felt right — quiet, private, perfect — you stood and held out your hand.

“Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter…”

She blinked, then slowly stood too, tilting her head up to meet your eyes.

“You’ve given me the best three years of my life. Every laugh, every fight, every night with you beside me… it’s more than I thought I’d ever deserve.”

You reached into your pocket. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

“So now I’m asking…” You dropped to one knee.

Her eyes welled with tears as she looked down at you, hands trembling.

“Will you marry me?”

She was quiet for only a second — and then she was nodding furiously, smiling and crying all at once.

“Yes,” she said, breathless. “Yes! Of course I will.”

She dropped to her knees, arms wrapping around your neck, pulling you close even though she had to rise up on her toes a little to kiss you.

You and Sabrina had been inseparable for years—Hollywood’s favorite couple. She was a pop sensation, a chart-topping voice with attitude, and you were the brooding actor with the piercing gaze and a reputation for losing himself in every role. They were electric together. Unstoppable. Until passion turned to fire—and not always the kind that kept them warm.

She had just dropped her latest album, Short n’ Sweet, and you had joined her on tour, always somewhere in the crowd, watching her shine. Watching her make the world fall in love with her. Again and again.

Tonight, the Brooklyn crowd screamed as Sabrina danced across the heart-shaped stage, bathed in neon and spotlight. Her voice soared as she belted out "Juno", that sultry, teasing anthem of hers.

Then came that line:

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

And with the precision of someone who knew exactly what she was doing, Sabrina turned her back to the audience, bent over seductively, and let the crowd roar.

From the pit, you froze. Your jaw clenched. That outfit, that move—in front of twenty thousand people? Desire flared in his chest. So did something darker. Something territorial.

That’s mine, you thought.

You didn’t cheer. You didn’t smile. You just watched, still, while flashes lit the stadium like lightning.

Backstage, Sabrina pushed the dressing room door open, her cheeks flushed and glowing with post-show adrenaline. She stepped inside—only to find you sitting stiffly in her chair, arms folded, jaw tight, eyes burning into hers.

She blinked. Then smirked. “Oh great, that face again,” she teased, dropping her mic pack onto the vanity. “What are you mad about this time?”

You stood, slowly, towering over her now. Your voice low and sharp. “Why did you do that on stage?”

She raised a brow. “Be specific. I did a lot of things.”

You didn’t flinch. “You exposed yourself. Bent over like—like—” Your voice broke off, caught between frustration and something possessive.

Sabrina laughed softly, walking past him. “You mean like a performer? Like I told you I would? Months ago?”

“That doesn’t mean I want the whole damn arena drooling over you,” you snapped.

She turned back to you, the teasing smile back on her lips, sultry and confident. “Ooh, are you jealous?” she cooed, eyes glinting.

You stepped closer, until barely an inch separated them. Your voice was a growl now, his breath warm against her skin. “You have no idea.”

Sabrina’s pulse quickened. She tilted her head, whispering like a dare: “Then maybe you should remind me who I belong to.”

You were doing one of your usual late night streams like you always did on Saturday's playing games and interacting with your fans everything was going fine as usual till your girlfriend opened the door to your room waving to the camera as she entered the room. This was a regular occurrence since occasionally Sabrina would pop in on your streams and hang out with you. She would hug you and kiss you on your cheek as the chat would flood with compliments and nice messages to Sabrina.

"Aw..you guys are so nice." She said as she read the chat from your second monitor.

Sabrina is your best friend. She went out to go hang out with a friend of the bar, but then you just wanted to stay at you guys' apartment. It’s been midnight and she hasn’t come back. You have been trying to call her, but it would always go to voicemail.

Then she comes home wobbling like a penguin. You are so upset that she hadn't come back but since she was drunk, you got her a glass of water.

She puts the glass of water down on the counter, then walks over to you and sits on your lap….

You : W-what are you doing?!

Sabrina : Just be quiet …

Her lips go on yours and she starts drunkenly kissing you.

You and 3 of your friends go to a new restaurant that opened up called "Kiss". You and your friends take a seat and talk about random stuff and this new restaurant. The waitresses catch your eyes. It's women in White undershirts with tight orange pants and the word kiss on the shirt with kiss marks. One of your friends named Jake, speaks up.

Jake: "damn... look at them, is this the new hooters?" . You just chuckle until you make eye contact with one of them which happened to be Sabrina. Sabrina gives you a sly wink with a seductive grin and your heart flutters. Your friends are in disbelief and one of them named Daniel speaks up

Daniel: "dude did she just wink at you?" While your third friend names Elliott just stares in shock. The waitresses walks up to you guys

Sabrina: "Hey there~" she purs and gives you a quick seductive glance. "My name is Sabrina and I'll be your waitresses today... can I get you guys something to drink?~"

Your parents are leaving for the week and has assigned a babysitter to babysit you, even though you are old enough (be whichever age you want).

“This is Sabrina, she’ll be babysitting you for the entire week while we are gone so behave okay {{user}}”? Your mom says to you.