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Sew, you want to be my girlfriend?
Adrien couldn’t take his eyes off of the radiant model in front of the camera. She was posing, and moving on the set with a confidence that kept him captivated, as was the camera and the photographer behind said camera.
“Yes! YES! Tu es magnifique!” The photographer praised, eating up every pose, every camera shot, every seductive gaze she made with those bluebell eyes and smirk towards the lens. She drew everyone from the sidelines in with a sway and a flick of her luscious dark locks. Even Adrien had to admit, she was probably the best model he’d seen at Gabriel.
“Okay, just five more shots! Give me-uh-YES! Thats the one, hold that pose!” The photographer yells enthusiastically.
Adrien adjusts his glasses over his eyes, hearing five more clicks of the camera before the photographer announces, “yes! Parfait! Thats a wrap everyone! Take five!”
Adrien watches as the beauty goes to the snack table for refreshments, and is immediately bombarded by Gabriel staff, interns, other models and makeup artists.
She seems to enjoy the chat, answering each of their questions and sentiments with a warm smile. Adrien thinks that out of every model he had seen, wearing his designer clothes, she had to be the most intriguing. She didn’t seem like just a canvas, she seemed real.
He redirects his focus back onto working for a moment, flipping through the photos saved on the camera and admiring the brilliant work of Vincent.
Its all but ten seconds before he hears the sound of destructive chaos: RRrrriipppp!
Gasps sound in response.
He glances back over at the horrendous sound of fabric ripping with eyes blown wide. It was Marinette’s dress: the v-neckline of that dress ripped awkwardly from the valley of her breasts into the left side of her waist, leaving her slightly exposed.
“Oh I’m sooo sorry, Marinette! I have a rare neurological disease that makes my hands spasm sometimes!” Lila, the model from the shoot to the right of Marinette justifies as she holds a knife from the snack table in hand.
Adrien gives her a pointed glare for her lie. Lila was known for attention-seeking on one too many times while working at Gabriel, but to show no mercy to a first-time model? That was a low blow, even for her.
Vincent comes rushing over, in utter despair. “Ah! Your beautiful dress!” He stresses.
“I can fix it.” Adrien chimes in, stepping toward the chaos as their symbol of hope.
“I can sew it back together, might look a little awkward, but I’m sure I can find a jacket from the wardrobe in the back and make it look more like a date scene: guy-gives-his-girl-an-oversized-jacket-for-the-cold type vibe.” He adds, throwing his own business jacket off to cover her exposed skin in the front, temporarily.
Lila quietly scoffs in jealous dismay.
“Excellent idea! Go Adrien! Ten minutes!” Vincent warns, happily as he pushes them both towards a dressing room.
Adrien gives out a small chuckle, “I can do it in eight.” He boasts.
The door shuts behind them as he pulls out an emergency sewing kit from underneath the dressing room vanity.
“Sorry for making you do this.” She apologises.
Adrien grabs the pin cushion, a needle and a thread in the colour of velvet red, feeding it through the hole of the needle.
“No need to apologise. Its my job.” He reassures with a smile.
She takes a seat on her sofa, pushing off Adrien’s jacket as she awaits for him to finish prepping his gear. She catches a glimpse of the torn fabric in the vanity mirror in front of her, and inspects it, blushing a hot red in embarrassment.
“I feel so stupid..” she sighs.
Adrien, hearing her over the silence, turns to face her in shock. “What?” He questions.
She says nothing, letting tears slip from her eyes, as shes slumped over, defeatedly.
“Woahhh, hey. Theres no need to cry.” He comforts, moving towards her, kneeling as he grabs her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of it soothingly.
“Clothing malfunctions happen all the time. Its really nothing to stress over.” He promises.
She turns her tear-filled gaze up to face his as she chokes back on sobs. “I feel like such a failure..” she cries, lowly. Rubbing at her eyes with the arm that wasn’t occupied by this grasp.
“Marinette, you’re not a failure. You’re just a first time model for a big company. Everyone feels a little nervous in situations like this.” He reassures again, wiping at her tears for her with his other hand.
She accepts it, sniffling, mascara running down her face as she tries to cut back on her choked sobs.
It was weird that even in a moment like this, Adrien thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
“And you wanna know something, Marinette? None of this was your fault. Lila, shes a real bitch around here.”
Her jaw goes slack at his language. “Adrien.” She chides. “You shouldn’t talk like that at your workplace.”
“Well sorry, but fuck her. She’s so annoying and self-absorbed, attention-seeking, bratty, entitled-”
“Okay, I got it.” She laughs, between the tears.
“No Marinette, you don’t understand! Shes been doing this shit for years and I am so sick of it, seriously! She lies with every breath.” He expresses annoyedly.
It makes Marinette bark out into laughter.
“You are so unprofessional.” She comments, tears slowing as her face dries under the dressing room fan.
“Says you, Crybaby.” He teases, then immediately pauses, eyes widened as he realised what he just said.
“I’m sor-!“
“No, its okay! Don’t apologise. Please. You’re probably the realest person I’ve met today.” She compliments.
Adrien returns her smile, grabbing his sewing items as he chooses to sit beside her on the sofa so she feels more comfortable.
“I should probably get started on the…-” His gaze falls to her chest, quickly averting his eyes as he realised he was staring at the loose fabric of her dress and it was probably inappropriate considering the position of the said tear, where the swell of her breasts were.
“Uh-! Sorry! Do I uh, have your consent to sew?” He asks, politely, face blazing.
Marinette giggles in response, “Its fine, go ahead.”
He starts by pinning from the waist up, constantly checking her eyes for any signs of discomfort, instead he always meets her small nod in encouragement.
Its silent in his moment of focus, all the way up until the last snip of scissors against the needles thread.
“Done. Good as new.” He announces aloud to her.
She stands, admiring his handiwork in the mirror on the vanity again.
“Damn you’re good. You can barely notice the thread.” She praises.
He quickly flips through the rack in the corner of the room for a blazer of sorts.
“What can I say, Its in my blood.” He jokes. She doesn’t understand the meaning, but she doesn’t bother prying either.
After hearing him click his tongue in frustration and mumbling, “no, its not good enough..” as he Complained about every blazer he found, under his breathe, Marinette walks back over to the sofa, picking up his borrowed one.
“Adrien.” She calls.
“Hm?”
“I think I’ve found my blazer already.” She presents, wrapping his around her body tightly like it was embracing her in a warm hug.
“So cuteee!” His brain supplies.
He coughs into a throat clearing to cover up his true thoughts.
“You look beautiful. You’ll do amazing” He praises cooly instead.
They hear a knock at the door, stopping the conversation short as a staff member calls for them, “Agressteee! We need Marinette back on set!” The womans voice declares.
“Agreste?” Marinette mouths in recognition.
“Yeah, yeah, Alix, shes comi-“ Adrien almost sends her out but catches sight of her smudged makeup.
“Shit.”
Her face pales as she realises the direction of his gaze. Her face. She needed to fix her face.
“Uhhh, just give us five more minutes! Just fixing the thread!” He lies.
The staff members, Alix, sighs outside the door. “Alrightt, just make it quick.”
Marinette rushes toward the vanity, opening the drawers in search of makeup.
“Fuck.” She whispers, sitting down in the chair, and beating the crap out of her face with the beauty sponge to redo her makeup herself.
“Woah, woah, woah, slow down, Mari-“
“Slow down?! We can’t slow down, they want us back on set-!“
“And they will have you back on set.” He reassures, snatching the beauty blender from her hand as he leans down to fix her makeup for her. Tapping her face softer than she was.
“But right now, we need you to calm down. Breathe. They need you to be your alluring self out there.”
Marinette takes a deep breath, silent before asking with a smirk, ”You think I’m alluring?”
“I think, you are…everything.” He tells her honestly.
She closes her eyes as he adds concealer and contour over her face, blending it in with ease.
“You really know your makeup.” She comments.
“I’m twenty-six years old, been here to oversee this stuff for years.” He responds, moving onto eye makeup, as he adds her much loved smokey-eye look from before.
“Right, and because its in your blood.” She raises his earlier statement, now with more understanding. Adrien Agreste, the CEO’s son. She could see the resemblance now.
“Yep, its true. I am the most nepo of nepo babies.” He jokes.
“I don’t think you’re a nepo baby, Adrien..” She starts.
Knock! knock! knock!
“Two minutes!” Alix calls through the door again.
“You’ve proven that you’re flexible, helpful, resourceful.” She compliments.
“Thats what makes a great designer. I don’t think you were handed anything you didn’t deserve.” She finishes.
Adrien thanks her sweetly, finishing up on her setting spray and burgundy lips before turning her chair to face herself in the mirror.
“Ta-daaa! Hows it look?” He asks.
She inspects it professionally.
“Its not exactly the same as before. Not consistent enough.” She says truthfully, with a frown.
“You’re right, but I think its not too noticeable.”
“It is for a professional. They’ll notice.” She states.
Adrien hums in thought, thinking of the perfect solution. “The theme for the second half of the shoot is classic red romance wasn’t it?”
“Thats correct.” She responds.
“One minute!“ Alix impatiently calls for a third time.
Adrien ignores her, responding directly to Marinette, “I have an idea, I just don’t know if its something you’re comfortable with..” He starts nervously.
“If its with you, I’m comfortable. What did you have in mind?”
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When Adrien emerges from the dressing room, he is absolutely melting towards the set with the most taken smile on his face.
“Took you long enough.” Alix teases.
“Ah nonsense! Adrien is-“ The photographer stops as Adrien steps into the lights, tie dishevelled and lips smudged of burgundy lipstick.
“Adrien?!“ Lila gasps, in shocked horror at his smug smile.
“Sorry it took so long. We were just method acting.” He admits breathlessly.
Marinette emerges behind him covered in lipstick marks herself. Hers planned more meticulously as her face was littered in dark red prints across her forehead, cheekbones, lips, neck. Everything was planned completely by the two masterminds.
“If theres lipstick all over your face, it’ll fit the theme. Are you up for it?” She remembers him saying.
Letting loose she had applied the lipstick, pulling him in by his tie as she smooched him silly. He did the same, but more strategically. She made it pretty damn hard though, when she was just making out for the fun of it.
Marinette quickly shakes from her thoughts, listening to the whispers and gasps amongst the staff.
“Incroyable ! Une idée vraiment magnifique !” The photographer praised, clapping in admiration.
With the photographers support and influence over other staff, the others join in, clapping for the model too, and with her newfound confidence and everyone’s nod of approval, she sits against the new set with flirty confidence, this time though, it wasn’t directed toward any camera, it was directed to beautiful forest eyes. Winks, blown kisses, licks or bites against her finger. Adrien could only laugh at the little tease as she posed for the camera like a pro, and damn was she good.
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“Addrieeeenn!”
Marinettes arms wrapped around his neck was the last thing Adrien expected when they were all leaving the building. He wrapped his arms around her back, nonetheless, “I told you you’d be amazing.” He boasted, taking in her casually dressed form: an oversizes light pink hoodie and a black short skirt with tights and cute strapped heels. Makeup completely removed from her face.
“How does she look so good in everything?”
Marinette reaches up to kiss his cheekbone in gratitude. “You’ve helped me a bunch today. I really hope I can come back to model for Gabriel again soon.” She admits.
“No doubt they’ll want you back in the building, with the splash you made on the first day.” He states. She shoves him playfully, walking towards the exit of the building. Adrien grabs onto her hand before she can move past him.
“Wait. Please.” He says.
“I know its fast, and we barely know each other, but I’d really love to go out with you. Is that okay?” He asks.
Marinette smiles like she was expecting that question all along, “I thought you’d never ask.”
She says, swapping her phone for his so they can both input the others phone number.
“Wait. Really?”
“Adrien, we practically made out today. Are you really surprised that I’m interested too?”
“No, no, I’d never question your actions, M’lady.”
“Good. You’ll make a fine husband for me.”
Adrien practically explodes at the implication. “Yesss, she wants to marry meee, AHHH!”
“You free tomorrow night?”
“Uhhh, I am now...?” He says, making a mental reminder to change his schedule around for her.
“Good. Le Tout-Paris. Seven-thirty pm. See ya.” She struts off without another word.
Adrien can only watch as her heels click down the to the car-park.
“You’re amazing..” He whispers to the wind.
Out of all the things he wasn’t expecting to happen, falling in love with a model at first sight, making out for photos and asking for her number, was the least of his guesses.
“Man, I love that girl.”