The living room of the Dupain-Cheng household was bathed in darkness, illuminated only by whatever light shone from the television. Four teens, dressed in their pajamas, sat in that light in various positions: Alya face-down on a pile of blankets, Nino lounging on the couch, Adrien cross-legged and wrapped up in a Ladybug blanket, and Marinette stretched out propped up on her elbows.
"So, who gets to pick the next movie?" Nino asked from the couch.
Alya lifted her head at Nino's words, gave an inarticulate grunt, and dropped it back onto her pillow.
"Well, Alya's down for the count," Nino shrugged. He turned away from his girlfriend and addressed Marinette and Adrien. "You two still awake?"
Marinette was almost as far past the Dreamland border as Alya. She yet clung to consciousness, as she never knew when she would get to spend such quality time with Adrien again. She slapped herself, trying to work energy and life into her body. Maybe being the daughter of bakers wasn't such a good thing; constantly testing new cake and cookie batches had made her immune to the effects of sugar.
Adrien on the other hand...
Adrien smiled like an idiot and bounced on his sleeping bag, proving what everyone else already knew: model diet + excessive amounts of sugar = hyperactive cinnamon roll. He had already eaten almost a dozen macaroons, six chocolate ship cookies, split an entire tub of strawberry ice cream with Marinette, guzzled several liters of soda, and Nino couldn't remember the last time he had seen Adrien blink.
"I think it's Marinette's turn come on Mari!" He grabbed her by the shoulder and lightly shook her. "Pick a movie pick a movie if you don't pick a movie then I'll pick one..." and on and on.
"Alright, alright," she yawned, swatting his hand away. "I'll pick." She crawled over to the bookshelf containing her family's collection of movies and pushed herself up onto her knees. Her finger flicked against various titles until she settled on one of her personal favorites.
"Here we go: Wall-E."
"Oh! I've never seen that one what's it about?" Adrien rambled.
Marinette put her fist to her lips to hold in another yawn. "Wa-haaaaah-watch it and see, you dork."
And watch it they did, though Nino's deep yawns about about halfway through the movie told Adrien and Marinette that he wasn't going to last much longer. He finally climbed down from the couch, moved over next to Alya, and threw an arm over her waist. She hummed when he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. It wasn't five minutes later that light snoring could be heard from him.
Marinette nodded off just before Captain McCrea faced off against Auto, resting her head against Adrien's shoulder, but Adrien stayed wide awake, captivated by the movie. When the film finally ended, he slipped as quietly and smoothly as he could from beneath Marinette and shut off the TV. Internally debating, he laid down on his sleeping bag and eased Marinette's sleeping form back against his shoulder, right where she had been for the last twenty minutes. She mumbled on about cookies in her purse, and Adrien swore he heard something about tiki torches, and she threw an arm across him, nuzzling her forehead against his chest. Adrien only smiled and relocated his arm around her.
Though he had settled in and the room was finally dark, Adrien couldn't sleep, and it wasn't from the sugar high that had since been burned out of his system. He kept thinking about the movie. A lonely, trashy little robot, falling in love with an angelic vision that had fallen from the sky. She largely ignored his advances, responding with varying degrees of indifference or annoyance, and focused entirely on her mission. But over time, Eve opened up to Wall-E's selflessness and sacrifice. In the end, they loved each other, as much as robots could love each other. The movie gave Adrien hope for his situation. Hope that one day Ladybug would be his Eve.
When sleep finally took him, he dreamed of his Lady resting her head against his chest, just like Marinette had.