Chapter Text
This is the best day of Adrien’s life.
Nothing could possibly be worse than this.
Both these statements were true, and as Adrien’s mouth was politely closed for the second time by the long-suffering makeup artist, Adrien swallowed hard and vowed to handle this like a professional.
So. Adrien’s crush was on set today. As his partner in a new campaign collaboration between the Agreste brand and France’s most popular makeup brand: { e n d g a m e }.
That’s great. That’s cool. He could handle the most beautiful girl he has ever seen being his partner. What he could not handle, however, was the concept for the shoot.
A … unique … take on swatches, Adrien would have lipstick kisses in various shades all over his face. And those kisses were going to be put there by the face of { e n d g a m e }, naturally.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
The words were underlined, highlighted, bolded, italicized, and broken up by MANY sporadically placed exclamation marks in Adrien’s head.
She was here. She was going to model. She was going to watch him model. She was going to model with him. She… was going to have to kiss him. Many, many times.
Adrien felt a little lightheaded.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl he had been crushing on since { e n d g a m e } ‘s Valentine’s day feature of her last Spring.
Back then she was blushing and beautiful, leaning against a column with miniature cupids flying around her. The cream colored babydoll dress was covered in little cherry red hearts, with matching ribbons as the straps to the dress and around the space buns in her hair. Her makeup was flawless too, obviously, the flush in her cheeks and subtle eyeshadow taking a backseat to her wonderfully glossy red lips.
She was a vision.
Now he could see Marinette sitting in makeup too, a few chairs down, and while she looked much different from how she did then (she had cut her hair several months ago and seldom wore it in buns for one), she was no less magnetic.
In fact, seeing her here, without the filters of magazine editing, Adrien would swear up and down that she could never be more gorgeous than she was at this moment: in plain black leggings and a gray button-up, sitting with her legs tucked together under her chair, alternating between typing on her phone and chatting pleasantly with the makeup artists currently working on her.
Adrien wished he could take a picture for his collection.
To say he is obsessed might be a reach, but he does collect a copy of each of the magazines she was featured in. He keeps them on the shelf alongside the collection of his featured magazine shoots.
And now they're going to be in one together!
If this is a dream, Adrien thought as the makeup artist closed his mouth for the third time (with a short sigh), don’t ever wake me up.