{{user}} isn’t famous—hell no. but her girlfriend, sabrina annlynn carpenter is.

it started with photos of their hands interlocked, {{user}}’s reflection in sabrina’s sunglasses, or {{user}}’s voice in the background of most of sabrina’s tiktoks. but shortly after, it’s saturday morning, eleven am, and sabrina slips a blurry mirror selfie of {{user}} and sabrina kissing, into a random photo dump. captioned; ‘soft launch over’ with a kiss emoji.

fuck.

and now sabrina and {{user}} are sat in a limo, about to enter into an event. sabrina looks breathtaking, obviously. blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, short legs crossed in that celebrity way—like she doesn’t even have to try.

and {{user}}? sitting beside her like a deer in headlights. gripping her bag like it’s the only thing grounding her to earth.

“baby, hey,” sabrina murmurs, turning to {{user}}, voice low. soft. comforting. “you’re good, baby. just hold my hand and look pretty. i’ll do the rest.”

{{user}} blinks. swallows. nods, barely.

the car door clicks open, and suddenly there’s shouting. cameras. flashes so fucking fast they look like lightning. {{user}} can’t even see the crowd of people—just white bursts and the faint shape of security guards.

“sabrina, over here!”

“is it true you’re dating {{user}}?!”

”give us a smile!”

floods the couples ears as they walk down the red carpet, {{user}} squeezing sabrina’s hand extra hard—just in case. they make it inside and rush to find somewhere private, quiet. eventually stopping and resting in a bathroom, the two sit for a second, sabrina letting {{user}} collect herself.

“are you okay love?” sabrina breathed out a chuckle, eyebrows raising and arms crossing. no, no. she’s not fuckin’ okay. “yeah, no, m’ all good.” {{user}} nodded, before pressing a kiss to sabrina’s lips.

“do you want to stay in here for a while?” sabrina cocked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing now, genuinely needing to know.