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The Met Gala had to be the most stressful night of the year. She spent hours with her team, which consisted of her best friend, older sister, and a few other hired professionals, getting ready. Now, she was pushed onto the carpet, hoping not to be on one of the blogs where they called her a "fashion-fail" or deem her to have the worst outfit of the night. Though, to be honest, she wasn't too worried about that. Her best friend had designed and made her dress and her sister did her makeup. She felt confident, which was a switch up. Still, the persistent fear of not meeting the internet's standard crept up in the back of her mind a few times when-

"Oh, my God, you look amazing." (Y/n) was met with blue eyes immediately and was able to recognize the owner as Sabrina Carpenter. The girl who happened to be her childhood crush. (Y/n) felt her cheeks heat up immediately as the blonde bombshell looked her over, as if analyzing every thread stitched into her dress. "This dress is so beautiful. Not to sound like the paparazzi out there, but you should tell me who your designer is."

(Y/n) cleared her throat, but her words still came out as a bit of croak since seeing Sabrina dried her throat with nervousness. "Oh, um, it's this super niche designer, actually. My best friend." (Y/n) tried to say it as casually as possible as Sabrina's lips only grew into more of that infamous grin she had seen on her TV as a kid and only grew to love more as she got older. The truth was, (Y/n) was absolutely memorized by Sabrina, always had been. Her heart was racing and her ears felt hot as she looked over the blonde, who seemed to be memorizing everything about her.

Sabrina's eyes finally flicked back up to (Y/n)'s. "Well, you have to give me her number. I am looking for a designer for my upcoming tour." She said, hoping that (Y/n) would give her the number. She was absolutely obsessed with her look. Though, the dress wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. Still, she had been asked by her PR team to be calm tonight and to not flirt. Which, by the way, was hard for Sabrina. She enjoyed the thrill of flirting with attractive people. And she was genuinely curious about (Y/n). "I'm Sabrina." She finally introduced.

(Y/n) nodded at her, cheeks burning even more as she tried to get her thoughts in order. "I'm… (Y/n). I'm (Y/n). And, I know who you are. I know your blue eyes anywhere." That was an awkward comment. She realized how creepy that sounded as she watched Sabrina raise a brow, her smile never falling from her perfectly painted lips. "I just mean- I've watched you for years. On TV! Girl Meets World, I mean. I've had a crush on you for years. Oh, my God, shut me up." (Y/n) didn't mean to attempt to flirt. If she did, she would've sucked way less. All of the things she planned to say if she ever got the chance to meet Sabrina left her mind and she felt vulnerable.

A small chuckle escaped the short blonde as she shook her head slightly. Turning, she called down a waiter with a tray of champagne flutes. She managed to get the Sharpie the waiter was carrying, grabbing one flute, writing her number on the napkin. She then looked over to (Y/n) with a wink. "You're cute. Give me a call, okay?" She then grabbed her own champagne flute. As she did, Joey King, who (Y/n) recognized as her best friend, pulled her off into the crowd to meet some people. This only left (Y/n) with a napkin that held the most valuable thing she had been given in her entire life: Sabrina Carpenter's number.

It took her a week and a lot of persuasion to finally text. She was nervous, given the last encounter she had with Sabrina. But her best friend finally took her phone, sending a quick 'hi, it's (y/n)' before passing back the phone. The simple sentence made her heart race. However, it almost exploded as the floating ellipsis appeared, indicating that she was receiving a message. When her phone finally dinged, she had to be forced to read it. A big grin appeared on her face as she read 'it's about time… wanna meet up?' Hence why she was currently sitting at an exclusive restaurant, guaranteed for celebrity privacy-- though it was expensive.

"Hey, you," Sabrina's voice interrupted her thoughts. She smiled up at Sabrina before standing to meet her embrace. This interaction was a whole lot better. There was something about Sabrina this time, maybe it was the setting, that made her feel a lot more calm than the last time they had met up. "You look amazing, as always. You should know, I watched your whole cinematography after meeting you. You are a brilliant actress. You deserve an Oscar, you know?"

(Y/n) beamed at the compliment as she moved to sit up straighter. "Okay, so you watched my three films and you have already decided that I deserve an Oscar. You are my new favorite person." The night went along with bantering, laughing, and the two getting to know each other. Then, the week went along with them barely separating from each other. The month went on with various sleepovers and the two slowly started to figure each other out.

Their first kiss happened the last night of the month, the night before Sabrina had to go on tour. The two of them were in a park, stargazing, their fingers intertwined, eyes tracing the sky. "I really want to kiss you," (Y/n) breathed out. Sabrina turned then, a challenging look on her face that made (Y/n) gently cup her cheek. Her finger traced the blonde's jawline before their lips finally connected. It felt like this was supposed to happen. Like Sabrina's lips were made for her and her lips were made for Sabrina. She swore, in the middle of August, there were fireworks in that park. That was the same night (Y/n) asked Sabrina to be her girlfriend with a ring pop. The nerdy gesture making Sabrina break out in a grin as she kissed (Y/n) again. And again and again and again.

Since then, there had been various FaceTimes between Sabrina's tour and rehearsals and in between filming for (Y/n). When (Y/n) finally had a break, they had been official for about three months and they hadn't seen each other since that night in the park. It was through those sleepless nights of missing her girlfriend, she got in touch with Corey and Paloma, enlisting their help with a surprise to see Sabrina. That's how (Y/n) ended up in Sabrina's vision before she sang Juno. Corey pulled her attention to her girlfriend, and it surprised Sabrina who grinned so big, she almost forgot that they hadn't been out to the fans yet. That would change that night when (Y/n) received the pink, fluffy handcuffs.

Sweat dripped down her face as her eyes met Sabrina's, her pretty blonde hair curled as she sat court side with Paloma and Corey, wearing her jersey. The number '5' in blue, her last name on the back. (Y/n) had to tear her eyes from Sabrina, who knew exactly what she was doing, one could tell just by smirk on her red painted lips. She blinked as she pulled herself back in the game just in time for the ball to soar in her direction from Napheesa Collier. She caught it, automatically getting bombarded with no one open around her. The time was running out, five seconds on the clock. As the time got closer, (Y/n) made a last minute decision, releasing the ball into the air a little past the three point line. The ball made it in effortlessly and cheers erupted in the stadium. 109-108 flashed across the scoreboard, the Minnesota Lynx winning.

Her teammates clapped her back, hugging her tightly as they cheered. (Y/n) grinned triumphantly, turning her attention to Sabrina as she ran up to her, bringing her into her arms and twirling her around. Sabrina couldn't care less about the sweat as their lips met. When (Y/n) pulled away, she sent a dorky smile over to Sabrina before pulling her back in. "I am going to fuck you so good tonight," (Y/n) promised, kissing her one more time and leaving Sabrina absolutely winded as her eyes followed her girlfriend to her team as they departed back into the tunnel, leaving Sabrina to her thoughts, face red. Paloma caught on quickly, nudging her best friend playfully pulling her to an area they could wait for (Y/n).

Admittedly, it was hard to keep their hands to themselves throughout their dinner with Paloma, who went home soon after. It didn't take long for either of them to find their bodies against each other. Sabrina still clad in her jersey. It wasn't one of the store bought jerseys, either. It was one of hers. And God Sabrina looked so good in her jersey. Her hands couldn't help but grip her girlfriend's waist, pulling her in as she kissed her. Sabrina's hands quickly found their way into (Y/n)'s hair, tangling themselves as their teeth clashed. It was want and need and desperation. (Y/n) being turned on the entirety of the game due to Sabrina's outfit, and Sabrina being turned on due to her girlfriend being hot on the court. Both of their minds were centered on the fact they wanted each other, needed each other, desperately.

(Y/n) picked Sabrina up with ease, the blonde's legs wrapping around her waist in the process. Once they got to the bedroom, they were quick at work, stripping each other from every article of clothing but the jersey. "No, no," (Y/n) smirking, her hand cupping Sabrina's cheek. "Keep it on, please. I'm loving how fucking hot you look in my jersey." (Y/n) bit her lip before moving her pointer and middle finger to Sabrina's pouty bottom lip, watching to girl open her mouth, sucking her fingers. A moan escaped her as she moved to nip Sabrina's inner thighs, light marks scattering her thighs. She had permission, of course, due to her outfits for the Short n' Sweet tour. Sabrina loved the marks, and if the fans caught them whether they decorated her inner thighs or neck, she always played coy about them before giving (Y/n) all the credit. How could she not reference her beautiful WNBA girlfriend whenever she had the chance? She was obsessed with her, and (Y/n) was just as obsessed as she was.

Sabrina's breathing hitched at the nips before a moan slipped from her lips as (Y/n)'s tongue ran along her folds. Her hands instantly tangled themselves back in (Y/n)'s hair as she cried out her girlfriend's name. (Y/n) took every tug of her hair as encouragement as she began eating Sabrina out as if she were starving. In a way, she was starving for her girlfriend, having needing her since the start of the game when Sabrina made her entrance clad in her basketball jersey. Something that started off as just a suggestion, but she was so happy that Sabrina actually went through with it. And there she was now. Clad in her number and her last name. (Y/n)'s hand slipped under the jersey and pushed her bra off, letting her thumb run over Sabrina's nipples.

She relished in the way her girlfriend tasted and the way she couldn't control her hips as her back arched. Her other hand working circles into Sabrina's clit as she fucked her. It didn't take long for Sabrina to cum. And (Y/n) lapped it all up before kissing Sabrina's lips. She wasn't done, two fingers curling as she kissed Sabrina deeply. Sabrina moaned against (Y/n)'s lips as she continued to thrust her fingers, curling them occasionally. She felt like her head was spinning as she let (Y/n)'s fingers take over her thoughts and her taste touch her tongue. Sabrina couldn't hold back, squirting as she came a second time, clutching onto (Y/n) as she cried out in pleasure.

Stress etched on (Y/n)'s features as she wheeled her suitcase into the shared room in the Airbnb. She and Gracie had been dating for seven months now, and they have definitely met each other's families. In fact, they have attended many familial events together. With that said, family vacations were much different. The nerves that made her chest feel tight and stomach flip had yet to ease itself, despite the fact they made it this far. They were now in Italy, right on Spiaggia dell'Angolo beach. Meaning, at the end of the day, she was unable to stop attempting to impress the Abrams family, which she sought to do despite it being a needless task.

Gracie recognized the state of stress her girlfriend was in, watching the way her eyes fluttered close as her brows drew together. She rested a gentle hand on her girlfriend's lower back as she placed a gentle kiss to her lips. The action immediately causing (Y/n)'s tense muscles to relax, leaning into the taller brunette before her. "It's going to be okay," Gracie said softly, placing a kiss to her forehead now. "My family loves you." Gracie reminded her, gently lifting her hands to cup (Y/n)'s cheeks to show how serious and genuine she was, a special warmth swirling in her honey brown eyes. A warmth that was typically reserved for (Y/n) and moments like these.

(Y/n) smiled at this, not realizing that Gracie's brothers were walking by. Just as she leaned in, a snicker escaped August and Henry, jolting the girls apart. "Jeez, five seconds in, Gracie." Henry teased his sister, causing both (Y/n) and Gracie to feel the heat rise in their cheeks as the brothers walked off laughing. Gracie sighed softly, moving to close the door, offering a sheepish smile in (Y/n)'s direction as she tried to resume their previous position. She still wanted that kiss.

(Y/n) shook her head with a playful smile, loosening up more. She allowed for Gracie to dip down and connect their lips before the two of them pulled away to unpack. "We have dinner in like an hour at a restaurant." Gracie checked the watch on her wrist, eyes unable to break from her girlfriend putting their clothes into a drawer. The domesticity of the action sent a warm feeling in her chest as she smiled at her. (Y/n) nodded softly, meeting Gracie's eyes and returning the smile. "So, we do have time to change and take maybe a fifteen minute shower." She suggested. (Y/n) agreed to this, hoping the heat from the shower head would relax the last bit of tension from her bones and erase the long hours on the plane from her skin.

The two of them washed, soaking in the warm water and each other, losing track of time before a knock startled them back into reality. The sound of Gracie's dad caused (Y/n) to drop her forehead against her girlfriend's shoulder as her cheeks heated up. "Come on, lovebirds. We have to leave in twenty minutes." He warned, though is tone was light and it implied her was teasing. Everyone was starting to tease them and (Y/n) was trying to decide if it was out of annoyance or if it was she finally becoming part of the family. Getting out of the shower, she dried off, cheeks still tinted red.

Gracie couldn't help but think she was cute, leaning in to pepper kisses on her girlfriend's cheeks. "No, no, we have to get ready." (Y/n) said, earning a playful pout from Gracie. She knew (Y/n) was right but she needed to kiss the stress right away from her thoughts. When they finished getting ready, (Y/n) adjusted her 'G' necklace as she headed down the stairs, earning a knowing grin from Gracie's mother, Katie. "Hey," (Y/n) greeted, trying to keep the nerves from tinging her voice. Either she did this successfully or Katie chose to ignore it. Therefore, in (Y/n)'s mind, she chose to believe she was successful at keeping her nerves at bay.

"I like your necklace." Katie hummed, moving over on the couch for (Y/n), allowing her to sit beside her as Gracie finally made her grand entrance. "We're already getting 'G' jewelry, Grace, where's the engagement ring." This tease was directed at her girlfriend, and while she was thankful that the teasing was finally off her, the words by Katie still made her cheeks heat up as she glanced at Gracie. Cool, calm, and grinning Gracie. She was unsure how she did it, but it definitely made (Y/n) even more attracted to her in that moment.

Gracie leaned back onto the recliner, sending a wink towards (Y/n). "Oh, you know, I already have the plans for it." They had mentioned it, but both of them knew it would be a bit too soon to think about marriage. Still, knowing that Gracie was actively making plans for marriage and their future made her heart race. She had to calm herself, the reminder they didn't even live together yet bringing her back to earth. "Whenever I get it, Mom, I'll let you know." Gracie promised as J.J. finally announced their cars were there to pick them up. On the way to the restaurant, (Y/n) couldn't help the tingle that Gracie's words caused.