Series: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Adrienne x Marinette friendship
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Summary: A group trip to the movies turns into a surprisingly sickening experience for Adrien.
Don’t throw up. Don’t throw up.
Adrien swallowed thickly against the growing unease in his belly. One hand hovered over the grumbling organ while he hoped the sound wasn’t as loud as he thought it was over the movie. No one looked over at him so he assumed the blaring action track overpowered any noises his body wanted to make just then. This hadn’t been exactly how he’d thought his night would end up and all he could do was hope it wouldn’t get any worse. He closed his eyes behind the 3-D glasses and took a slow breath.
Marinette shifted nervously in the seat next to him, eyes glued to the screen too intently as she tried not to stare at the boy next to her. Alya inviting Nino and Adrien along on their movie night had been enough in itself to get Marinette’s heart racing, but then – And Marinette still wasn’t convinced Alya hadn’t somehow planned it – there had been no seats of four available once they’d made it past the excruciating minutes of getting their tickets and snacks. Only pairs.
Then Alya, in all her scheming glory, grinned while she waved Adrien and Marinette off to a pair of chairs near the middle rows while her and Nino hurried up to the back. She’d gaped and flailed as Alya abandoned her and her heart nearly flung itself out of her chest when Adrien had kindly placed a hand on her arm to steer her towards the available seats. She wasn’t sure if she said anything coherent before the movie previews started and she was finally graced with the excuse to not talk.
She relaxed slightly and put on her 3-D glasses, glad for the darkness consuming them to hide her flushed cheeks while her and Adrien shared a bucket of popcorn between them. She could have died from happiness at how like a date this was! And they were still planning on dinner after the movies. She couldn’t have dreamed of a better Saturday night, even if she wasn’t horribly into the comic book movies herself. Alya had been the one insistent on seeing Dr. Strange in 3-D, and Adrien and Nino had seemed completely into it as well. Marinette didn’t care what she was watching as long as she was next to Adrien like this.
She didn’t notice when he stopped grabbing handfuls of popcorn halfway through or became completely stiff in his seat, too focused on trying not to be too aware of her crush.
Adrien on the other hand was feeling worse and worse with every passing minute of swirling effects and movement shooting out at them every other turn. His head was spinning and even closing his eyes didn’t help dull the effect at all. If anything, it made it worse. He’d stopped sipping at his soda a little while ago when he’d realized the carbonation was doing nothing to help settle his churning stomach back down.
He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. He’d been fine until the movie started, then a few minutes in a hollow void had formed in his stomach. At first he’d thought he was just hungry and happily snacked on the popcorn, but the feeling only grew until the prospect of any more food was too much. Maybe there was something wrong with it? One glance at Marinette told him otherwise so he’d settled back, hoping the feeling would fade away as quickly as it had come on.
The nausea was rolling through him in dizzying waves. One minute he was hot, the next he was cold and at no time in-between did he stop shaking. He was afraid to move so much as an inch least he lose his delicate control. He’d dared to try shifting into a more comfortable position once but it had only sent the acidic sting of bile up the back of his throat and he hadn’t dared move since. If he stayed perfectly still maybe he could make it past the movie he was hardly paying attention to now.
He tried to focus on it again as a distraction, but the scenes had changed and he had no idea what was happening. There were buildings tilting wildly in every direction, perspectives broken and twisting continuously in ways Adrien couldn’t believe someone could have designed and the world tilted violently. His stomach surged and he pitched forward instinctively, clapping a hand over his mouth and closing his eyes.
Their chair neighbors flinched and jerked away quickly but Adrien had already swallowed the sick back. He’d broken out into a cold sweat, feeling that he wasn’t out of the danger zone yet. A gentle hand rested on his back and he groaned weakly, afraid to move his hand away to say anything.
Marinette wasn’t sure what to make of the sudden turn of events as Adrien heaved over his knees again. She gasped and dumped out what was left in the popcorn bucket to quickly slip it between Adrien’s legs. The staff would probably not appreciate the mess, but would appreciate it wasn’t something much messier.
“It’s ok. Take a breath,” she tried to coax quietly as the other guests began staring and squirming. Adrien flushed brightly, mortified as he finally lost his battle against his stomach. There was a series of gasps and bustling as he vomited into the sad little bucket. Tears sprang to his eyes at the sheer humiliation of it all, not sure what had even happened. Even with Marinette trying to shield him from prying eyes there was nothing she could do to mask the sound.
He gagged horribly and tightened his grip on the bucket at the hitching of his stomach. People all around were turning to look at him in varying forms of disgust but he couldn’t move at all. His stomach rolled again and he belched up another mouthful of bile. If anyone hadn’t been looking at him before, they were now. He groaned miserably, as much distraught by the unease still swirling in his stomach as he was the eyes burning holes into his back. He covered his eyes to try and quell the spinning still sending his world off balance but thought he might be alright for a minute. Marinette sensed the calm in the storm and he felt her brush her hand along his spine again gently.
“Think you can walk?” she asked and he nodded, letting her help him up and carry the bucket along with them. They didn’t need to ask anyone to move.
Walking certainly wasn’t helping matters with the way his world was tilting sideways and he gripped the banister on the stairs tightly. Every sway in his step rocked his stomach more and his shuddered at the aborted gags he managed to hold back.
“Just a little further, it’s alright,” Marinette tried to coax but his body wasn’t done humiliating him apparently. Before he could gesture for the bucket he was doubled over and heaving up what little was left in his stomach to the carpeted stairs. He heard more gasps but Marinette was already hushing him and guiding him around the puddle of sick until they were safely out of the theater.
“I’m so sorry, Marinette,” he whined, wiping the back of his hand across his lips and wincing into the bright light of the theater. She didn’t acknowledge the apology but guided Adrien the rest of the way outside. The cool air invaded his senses and slowly the nausea began to ease as he was lowered onto a bench.
“I didn’t know you got motion sickness. We didn’t have to see the 3-D version,” she frowned, taking up long, slow strokes against his back again. Adrien didn’t hate it.
“I didn’t know either,” he groaned, “My heads still spinning,” he mumbled and closed his eyes again.
“Maybe you should lie down until you’re less dizzy. You should feel better now that you’re out of there,” she suggested. Adrien nodded and slowly pulled his legs up onto the bench to slide down and rest his head on Marinette’s lap. She squeaked but didn’t ask him to move. Adrien almost apologized again, wondering if he’d been unintentionally foward until he felt slim fingers brushing through his bangs and he sighed quietly. Maybe it hadn’t been the best day, but this wasn’t the worst ending he could have asked for.
“Promise I’ll take you to see it again,” he breathed, not realizing how much like a date the offer sounded like as Marinette’s fingers faltered in his hair.
“As long as it isn’t 3-D,” she teased back in a shaky voice. Adrien nodded and laughed quietly.