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SABRINA CARPENTER W Magazine's Best Performances Party (January 4, 2025)

2024 VMAs

"can't we?" the hand that rested on her knee slid up to her mid-thigh. his gloved fingertips brushed against the hem of her dress, threatening to slip under the fabric and explore more of her skin. it had become a habit the two of them had formed. charlie would make her weekly visit to heaven under the guise of the two working on her plan to save her beloved sinners, and their 'meetings' would always lead to charlie finding her way onto his lap. his hand gives a gentle squeeze to the flesh of her thigh as his gaze bores into hers. "give me one good reason why we can't."

if the two of them were found out she wouldn’t get in trouble, her parents would probably disapprove and everyone in hell would make their judgements clear. but they already do that. she isn’t dumb, she knows and hears the things people at home say about her and what they think of her. it’s something she’s used to as well as used to pretending it doesn’t bother her. her status and life wouldn’t change if anyone found out about her and azrael, but his would and that’s what she was worried about. maybe he didn’t think much about the consequences, or he was too confident in them not getting caught, or he cared for her more than she thought and he doesn’t care what happens. the latter was ridiculous to even consider, even though the thought made her heart flutter like a school girl’s. she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something happened to him because of her. “i don’t want you to get in trouble because of me, i don’t want you getting punished if the wrong person finds out about us. aren’t you worried about that at all?”

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Imagine fumbling a bad bitch like Verosika I’d kms

myriad celestia — “if we had wings”

"you still...?" he cuts himself off with a shake of his head, still unable to even say that word around her. that familiar anxiety in his chest rose as her words finally settled into his mind. "fuck... ver, you can't just— you shouldn't love me. you deserve someone better than me."

even as she stands in front of him now her heart aches thinking about the night he left her completely broken. to this day she still hasn’t been able to collect all the pieces and put herself back together. “i don’t want anybody else. i’ve tried being with other people and i can’t, all i do is compare them to you and none of them come close to the real thing. i don’t think–no, i know that i can never love someone the way i love you.” she thinks he may have broken her for good, incapable of ever falling in love with anyone other than him and maybe she’s okay with that because all she wants to do is love him for eternity. “tell me you don’t love me. if you can look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love me i’ll walk away from you forever and i’ll leave you alone.”

"can't we?" the hand that rested on her knee slid up to her mid-thigh. his gloved fingertips brushed against the hem of her dress, threatening to slip under the fabric and explore more of her skin. it had become a habit the two of them had formed. charlie would make her weekly visit to heaven under the guise of the two working on her plan to save her beloved sinners, and their 'meetings' would always lead to charlie finding her way onto his lap. his hand gives a gentle squeeze to the flesh of her thigh as his gaze bores into hers. "give me one good reason why we can't."

if the two of them were found out she wouldn’t get in trouble, her parents would probably disapprove and everyone in hell would make their judgements clear. but they already do that. she isn’t dumb, she knows and hears the things people at home say about her and what they think of her. it’s something she’s used to as well as used to pretending it doesn’t bother her. her status and life wouldn’t change if anyone found out about her and azrael, but his would and that’s what she was worried about. maybe he didn’t think much about the consequences, or he was too confident in them not getting caught, or he cared for her more than she thought and he doesn’t care what happens. the latter was ridiculous to even consider, even though the thought made her heart flutter like a school girl’s. she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if something happened to him because of her. “i don’t want you to get in trouble because of me, i don’t want you getting punished if the wrong person finds out about us. aren’t you worried about that at all?”

"think about it this way: if your guests hire me to kill whatever pathetic humans they want revenge on, then they'll no longer be hellbent on revenge. and if they're no longer hanging onto the past, then just maybe they'll actually want to redeem themselves instead of just taking advantage of the fact that you're letting these fucking losers stay here for rent free."

her face brightens as she gets an idea. “but hey, if you wanna help with the hotel, maybe you could recommend the hotel to the people who come asking for your..assistance. you can tell them how revenge is never the answer and won’t make them feel better or solve their problems. in fact,” she pulls out her notebook and flips through a few pages until she lands on the one she was looking for. “that is this thursday’s lesson plan if you wanna join in! after that we do a lesson in forgiveness and how to not only forgive others, but forgive yourself as well. it can get very emotional so bring tissues if you decide to join.” she looks toward the sitting area in the lobby while remembering this morning’s altercation. “on second thought, maybe i should move thursday’s lesson to tomorrow, two guests did have a brawl this morning over a disagreement. which reminds me.” she makes a pen appear in her hand and starts jotting down something on the paper. “okay after the lesson in forgiveness it will be followed by a lesson on how to communicate with our words and not our fists. i hope niffty was able to get those blood stains out..”