Sinful stuff starts with ✫, ends with ✫..... Lingerie... 

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I was a mess.

The day after we fought was sadder than the day before. The day after that was uncomfortable. And the day after that just hurt. My mother had noticed the drop in my mood, coming to visit me in my room, trying to coax some answers from me. A few days after the initial fight, my mother gave up, instead sighing as she watched me drag myself from place to place.

"Going out?" She asked, face lighting up as I reached for my wallet, which I'd left on our kitchen counter.

"Yep." I said, turning away.

I stepped into the brisk air, ducking my head to press my mask up my nose. I walked quickly, not bothering trying to stretch the awkward time with Chat. When I reached the bridge, he was already there, staring off into the distance like he belonged in an ad. Perhaps for a fragrance. Maybe for clothing.

I stepped up beside him, avoiding his eyes at all costs. There was the telltale click of a phone being unlocked, and I followed suit, clicking quickly over to the challenge. A beat passed before I turned to look at Chat, eyes boring directly ahead into his chest.

It was not a question that I'd hurt him. And it was not fair that I didn't apologize. But I couldn't bring myself to, for reasons I couldn't place.

Tilting my head up, Chat and I met for the quickest of kisses, much shorter than any of the other ones that we'd shared, even the tentative one we'd shared only ten or so days prior. It was less than a second, and once it was over, there was nothing to be said. I finally glanced up to Chat's eyes, needing to memorize the awe-inspiring color.

What I saw wasn't what I'd expected at all. His eyes were bloodshot, tired and red. He had noticed my eye contact, and responded with a questioning and hurt look, asking why I'd said what I'd said, why I'd broken what we'd had. But the worst part was the concern that managed to leak into the look. Asking if I'd been up at night, beating myself up over what happened. Asking for me to just say what I needed to say.

It was then it finally came to me. The reason why I'd put off apologizing: I was scared.

Shaking my head, I turned away. The walk back home was difficult as I bit back tears, trying not to collapse on the street. Once I'd made it to the bakery, I was ready to burst into wails, punch a few walls, and destroy more of the materialistic things I loved. "Marinette, mind helping me?" Father called, right as I tucked my mask into my bag.

"Sure, should I change?" I asked, not wanting to get dough or flour over some of my better clothes.

"No, no." Dad said dismissively.

Dropping my bag behind the counter, I stepped into the kitchen. "Yeah?" I said, hearing my voice come out warped.

"Marinette, are you alright?" Dad asked, wiping his hands on a towel before leaning back against the counter.

"No." I said, feeling the inevitable onslaught of tears that came to my eyes.

"Come here." Papa suggested, holding out his arms.

Reaching up to try and erase the moisture forming below my eyelids, I stumbled over into my father's arms, thankful for the comfort they'd never failed to provide. "Talk to me." Papa started, pressing a kiss to my head.

"I messed up, Papa. I messed up bad." I said, moving to embrace him back.

"With a friend?"

"Well... yeah, a friend, I guess." I said, trying not to get too detailed.

"Oh, so that kind of friend." Papa confirmed.

"Well, when you say it like that..." I said with a sad laugh.

"You know I'm kidding." Papa said, pressing my spine lightly.

"Tell me what happened."

"Well, I told him some stuff, and it wasn't pretty stuff, and he couldn't understand, so I blew up. I said a few things I really shouldn't have." I said.

"So you lied? Let me guess: You told him you didn't like him back? Or perhaps that you were only friends because of the commitment something presented?"

"Yes, exactly- the second one. Well, both." I sighed, glad that my father could understand.

"Well, you really did mess up, didn't you?" Father asked, pulling away slightly.

I took a step back as he turned to roll out some dough. "Yeah. I did. Papa, what do I do?" I asked.

"Apologize." He said, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

"But I'm terrified." I said.

"That he'll understand?"

"That he'll worry about me. That he'll be concerned about what I went through, even though it was all my fault.."

"Well, then you should be thankful if he does."

With that, Father began to flit about the kitchen, starting the oven, flipping dough, and cutting cookies. He steered me out the door and shut it, sending me off without a word.

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The next day was frightening. It was sinful, and the very thought of meeting up with Chat again sent chills of fear and excitement up my spine. Do I like us fighting? I wondered, thinking back to a few days prior. The roughness and everything that happened... I'm such a terrible person. I thought, burying my burning face into my hands.

[ 7? ] Came his text, breaking from my early morning self-grilling.

[ Okay. ] I replied, trying not to feel bad for myself.

Chat had become so distant, and I knew I deserved it, but it still lead me to think that perhaps it wasn't all my fault. But it was, and I had yet to accept it fully.

[ I'm surprised you're up this early. ] Chat remarked, much to my excitement.

Did he forgive me without an apology? It took a moment for me to formulate my response, and I was sure that Chat was itching to know what the bouncing grey spheres held.

[ I picked it up from someone incredible. Was trying to be like them ] I said, waiting for the message to appear on his screen.

There came no response. 

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When I met Chat, hands trembling in my coat pockets, I shot a tentative smile his way, hoping that everything was restored to order. He looked away, instead opting to stare at the water below. [ Pick out some lingerie with your partner. ] The message read.

I fumbled my phone, sputtering at the challenge. What am I supposed to do with it? Wear it? I wondered, getting a firm grip on my device.

In my commotion, I nearly missed Chat whisper a curse.

It was the solemnest of lingerie shopping I'd ever done. But then again, I'd only ever bought anything remotely inappropriate with Alya, who had made the entire experience a joke. It was so serious that it even got frightening; neither of us wanted to touch any of the materials, and Chat shuffled uncomfortably with his eyes trained on the floor.

I felt terrible for him, knowing that this was the last thing he wanted to be doing. Reaching over, I placed a hand on his shoulder, and his head shot up. My hand moved away as his shoulders tensed. Trying to seem nonchalant about the ordeal, I reached out to feel some of the fabric on the table before me.

Reaching up to rub his neck, Chat pointed at a black number in an attempt to be helpful. My eyes drifted over the rows of clothes, finally taking in the garments. "Hi! Do you guys need any help, or just browsing?" A woman asked, peppy voice breaking our soft thinking.

"Oh, just browsing, thanks." I said, smiling at the woman.

"We have a few deals going on, just ask me or any of the others in the store. You two have fun. Couple shopping's always fun." The woman tacked on.

"Oh- we're not-" Chat and I started, stuttering.

"Nice friendship, then. Wish I had a guy friend like that!" The woman said, touching my arm with a laugh.

I laughed nervously, thanking the clerk again. As soon as she turned away Chat and I managed to lock eyes, tearing our gazes apart in a blushing turn. I tried to break the eternal ice, reaching forwards to lift the pieces Chat had suggested. It was a silk number, completely covering but also... sexy... in an innocent way. I nodded approvingly, trying to hide my flushed face. I dug through the pile quickly, looking for my size.

I stalked away to the counter, waiting for the cashier to ring the clothing up. I'd - we'd - managed to select garments from the discount section, and the price was only half what I was expecting. I nearly passed my card across the counter before realizing that it would reveal my identity. Instead, I searched through my wallet for some rumpled bills, coming up short.

But the bag had already slid across the counter, and Chat was pulling his hand back, tucking something into his pocket. "Wh-" I started, only to be cut off by a phone in my face, displaying a free pass provided by the challenge committee.

I nodded, thanking the woman at the counter. Brushing my bangs out my face, I expected us to part then. But Chat followed me back to Love Lock. At first I was sure that something significant was going to happen; Chat and I were going to be friends again. But he continued straight ahead, turning in the opposite direction as me at the end of the bridge. I sighed, walking home as I tried to think up a way to conceal the bag. I bunched the clothing up and pushed in into my pocket, folding up the bag to hide the logo.

The first thing I did when I got to my room was not try on the lingerie. I instead hung it up, placing it in the back of my closet. It would get it's chance to be worn, but that chance was not now.

I threw the rest of my things in their rightful spots then, before stripping out of my clothing and tossing them on my chaise. I climbed up to my bed and pulled the covers over my shivering, nearly-bare body. Why am I doing this to myself? I wondered, shaking in the cold room.

After hours of trembling, I finally fell asleep.

---{-}---

I had a cold the next day. As it would turn out, sleeping in your underwear in the middle of winter was not a sound decision. Fortunately, the challenge offered three sick days.

[ Sick. Will not be there today. ] I typed, sending the message to Chat.

[ Feel better soon. ] Chat sent, caring through his less pleasant emotions.

But the thing was, his care only made me feel worse.

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AN *contains profanity*

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Ok hi

So the story is slowly getting to Christmas, yas, only like 4 months away!

I have a new book titled Whoop Di Doo, which was written when I was drunk

Jk I can't drink

it was written when I was....

Well, perfectly awake...

But anywho, read it for updats on my stories and stuff

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