Daminette Oneshots

Carnival

-They are 22.
-Marinette loves American carnivals, so Damian takes her to one.

Damian's POV

I am so nervous. Just take deep breaths, Damian. It will be alright.

Ah, who am I kidding?

I will be going on my third date with Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

I knock on her apartment door (it's right next to mine). She opens the door and walks out. Her pink strawberry dress and jean jacket make her look beautiful as ever. I gently take her hand and kiss the top of it as she giggles.

"Hey, Dami! Ready to go?" I nod, my smile nervous as I gently tug her down the hall. We walk out the door of our apartment complex and go to my car.

We arrive at the festival a little while later, buying soft pretzels and cotton candy. Suddenly, Marinette stops, turning to look at me.

"Shaytan, are you okay? You've been quiet the whole night." I silently curse myself.

"No, I'm fine, Malak. Thank you for the concern." She nods slowly, giving me a suspicious look from the corner of her eye.

"Okay, Shaytan," she gives me her megawatt smile. "Just know that you can tell me anything." I give her a small nod.

Eventually, it's time for the fireworks. We sit on the riverbank, watching the bright colors explode across the sky.

She gently tugs on the corner of my jacket, turning me towards her.

She wraps her hands around my neck and kisses me sweetly as my hands go to her waist. I gently pull her closer to me. She breaks the kiss and leans her head on my shoulder, sighing contently.

A bit later, I take her home and tuck her sleeping form into bed. As I'm walking back to my own apartment, a thought hits me.

Oh shit. I'm in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng.