#Jaime Reyes X Marinette Dupain Cheng

[mochegato]

Out of the Blue

This is a fic about a latino and an immigrant, both of whom are treated respectfully and as humans.  If that’s a problem, I suggest you move on and please block me.

Marinette was enjoying a rare quiet day in Titan Tower.  Despite the massive size of the building, it seemed like there was always someone everywhere she went, her bedroom being the only exception, and even the sanctity of that was regularly violated by someone needing to talk about something that absolutely ‘could not wait’.  It almost always could.

Usually, the company was a good thing.  She absolutely loved her teammates… some more than others and in different ways, one in particular had become extremely important to her.  But occasionally, she wanted a bit of personal time outside of her room, a change of scenery to let her mind wander and create.  So, she was relishing this time and let her mind get lost in the peace.

But that was where she made her mistake.  Because peace never lasted long at Titan Tower.

She was just in the middle of a new design, an electric blue dress with black strips wrapping around from the back to the front, the strips tapering toward the end, allowing the blue to shine and evoking images of being enveloped in a protective shield, when she felt very real arms wrap around her.

She threw up her sketching pad and let out a shrill screech that was so loud, it echoed off the walls of the empty room.  It took a full minute for her thundering heart and gasping breath to calm enough for her to hear the rich, hearty chuckles behind her.

She tried to duck away but the arms tightened around her, preventing her from pulling away and bringing his laughter, and warm breath, directly against her ear.  As soon as she heard it, she relaxed into her favorite teammate’s grasp.  “Sorry, Mari.  Didn’t think you were that engrossed,” Jaime snickered.

Marinette let herself enjoy being cocooned in his tender embrace for just a few seconds before darting forward to grab her sketchpad so she could smack him with it.  He only half-heartedly attempted to defend himself, his laughter and smile increasing with each hit.  “Hey, you’re going to make the beetle think I’m getting attacked.”

“The beetle loves me,” she scoffed and harrumphed back into the seat, very intentionally focusing on her sketchpad.

It took a few seconds for him to respond, almost long enough for her to look up, but she refused to let him see the blooming color on her cheeks.  “Yeah,” he finally agreed softly.  “Yeah, he does.”  After a few more seconds, he collapsed next to her as obnoxiously as possible, draping himself over the back of the couch.  The dramatic huff he let out was almost as loud as his groaned words.  “I’m bored.  Let’s go do something.”

Marinette scoffed and rolled her eyes.  “Yeah?  What do you want to get out and do?”

His grin returned as he launched himself over the back of the couch in one deft, elegant move, settling so close to her, she could no longer had full movement of her arm as she sketched.  “I don’t know something.  Nothing.  Just out of here.”

Marinette let out a long, exasperated sigh as though he was wearing on her, despite both of them knowing she wasn’t.  “And who else?”

“Just us,” he shrugged but didn’t quite meet her eyes, instead trying to sneak a peek of what she was working on.  Her hand froze for just a second before continuing on the line she had been drawing.  He didn’t seem to notice she had stopped breathing.  “Plus,” he added finally looking up to meet her eyes, “Damian and Raven are doing that thing they do.”

She snorted and nodded in understanding.  “That weird dance thing they do there they won’t admit they like each other so they snipe at each other then get upset the other person was mean back to them and are in a horrible mood all week because of it and take it out on everyone around them?”

“Yes!” Jaime exclaimed bouncing up, “exactly that.  I can’t watch it any longer.”  He absentmindedly rubbed his arm.  “Or feel it anymore.”

Marinette looked down at her sketchpad for a few seconds, but she had already made up her mind.  Alone time was overrated anyway.  “Yeah, okay.”  She snapped the pad shut.  “Where are we going?”

His responding grin was heart-stutteringly beautiful.  “Trust me?”  He cocked head to the side an affectionate smile blooming on his lips as he waited for her response.

How was she supposed to respond to that except, “Always.”

And she meant it.  Of all her teammates, he was the one she trusted the most.  He was the one she understood the most.  The one she spent time with the most.  He never failed to make her feel better.  He didn’t even have to try.  Just existing out near her was enough to make her feel less stressed.  The nights they spent on the roof of Titan Tower, staring at the stars and talking about everything and nothing, were her favorite nights and she hoped he felt the same.

In fact, she REALLY hoped he felt that way because she was about to do something either very brave or very stupid.  But either way, she was tired of their dance.  While not as dangerous to the people around them as Damian and Raven’s, it was dangerous to her heart.

“Hey, I have an idea,” she stated, with a lot more indifference than she felt.

“Shoot, Cielo,” he answered without taking his eyes from the road.

She paused for a second to take a breath so she could continue as casually as possible.  “I want to try one of the Tik Tok challenges.  Park somewhere.”

He shot a questioning look her way but complied.  They’d done a few challenges and not one of them had actually worked.  Inevitably, she fell, he missed a cue, she didn’t follow the rhythm, or he messed up the words.  But regardless of how epically they failed, they always had fun.  But that was kind of the mantra of their entire relationship.  As long as they were together, everything felt right.

It only took another few minutes to pull into a garden parking lot, which was lucky for Marinette because her anxiety increased with each passing second until she couldn’t hide it anymore.  Jaime watched her, brow furrowed with concern.  She frequently got anxious before a challenge, but it was an excited energy.  This was something else.  It looked like she was scared, which made him scared.  What were they doing that she was scared about how it would play out?

Her hands were shaking so much, she dropped her phone a few times until Jaime had to set it up on the dashboard for her.  “Okay,” she started, her voice unsteady and breathy.  “Are you ready?”

Her apprehension ramped up his apprehension.  He nodded shakily.  How bad could it get?  They were still in the car.  The phone was pointed toward them, so they weren’t going to leave the car.  They wouldn’t be able to get enough momentum behind anything they did to cause damage… right?  He took a deep breath.  Oh God, he was about to find out.  “Yeah, let’s do this.”

She turned on the video and the song and kept looking at the phone while he looked at her.  She started mouthing the words of a song and looked over toward him shyly after the first verse.  He was so caught up, he didn’t even hear what the verse was, but his lips turned up in a soft smile, the same smile he always gave her when she wasn’t looking.  He felt the loss when she looked back toward the phone, but immediately felt the warmth in his chest again when she turned back toward him with another sweet smile, lips still moving in time with the song.  He really needed to listen to the lyrics.

As soon as the thought popped into his head, it was destroyed and all breath evaporated from his lungs when she leaned in close to him, her lips so close to his he could feel her breath against them.  But then as quick as she was there, she pulled away to sing the next lyric, “we should be lovers instead.”

He stared at her stunned for a few seconds before a slow smirk spread across his lips.  He raised a questioning eyebrow, his smile beamed when she bit her lower lip and nodded, but she was still too far away.  He pulled her back to him, his hand wrapping around her throat, his thumb grazing her larynx and fingers wound into her hair.  He paused just a second before crashing his lips to hers.  His hand moved up to cup her face as their lips melded together.

At some point, the song had ended, but he had no idea how long before they pulled away from their kiss, but when they did, it was silent in the car except for their panting breaths.  He grinned brilliantly, almost as brilliantly as she did.  “That was very unexpected,” he breathed.  “But so very, very welcome.”  His eyes drifted down to her lips moments before pushing toward her again, much slower this time, like he was savoring each millisecond of their contact.

They pulled away just as slowly, just enough to search each other’s eyes and get a bit lost in what they found there.  Her hand raked through his hair and settled on his jaw.  “That went so much better than I expected.”

He chuckled.  “I think that’s the first challenge we aced.”  He ran his finger along her jaw.  “I think we should celebrate.  Can I take you out to dinner, Cielo?  On a date?” he added quickly, just in case there was any confusion about the true impetus.

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, but even that couldn’t stop her smile.  “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He grinned again and stared at her for just a few seconds before turning the car back on and pulling out.  “Best challenge ever,” he beamed.

[jalaluvsu]

Interference

https://beautiful-disasters-sunshine.tumblr.com/post/631749044177403904/what-if-marinette-was-tims-little-sister-who-was

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“Y’know, just ‘cause Kori’s got a baby coming doesn’t mean you can boss us around Robin,” Beastboy whined as he stepped out of the Zeta Tube.

He scoffed at the notion, “That’s literally exactly what I can and will do, you absolute buffoon.”

“Oh, shutup.”

He sighed. There isn’t ever a moment where Garfield doesn’t wish Starfire still led the Titans. The past three weeks have gone by at an agonizingly slow pace, filled with never ending fights between him and Damian. And! Before you get the wrong impression, no, he did not start these fights. In fact, he was practically the one getting attacked!

Really, what’d you expect him to do when Damian insulted tofu during dinner at the Waynes’? Smile and wave?

Laughable.

Garfield will tell you what happened after, whether he’s proud is a matter of who asks. Let’s just say Alfred’s put him on a month-long ban from the dining room at the manor; worth it, nonetheless.

“Beastboy, earth to Beastboy,” He heard Raven chant over comms. Oh, right, the mission.

“Reporting for duty!” he saluted obediently, like the responsible hero he is.  

“Stop standing there and you know, actually read the coordinates I sent to your navigator,” he grinned at her snark as he pulled out his compact. A hefty amount of unchecked notifications was in its wake.

Automated message coupons from the local pizza place at Jump City (hell yeah!)

Missed calls from Terra, he faltered at the offending contact; as if he would respond. The time for that has passed, long passed.

He scrolled down the small screen as he flitted his gaze past the hundreds of junk mail. Ah, and lastly, one lengthy preview of information regarding the mission. The text listed an address along with...enrollment details? Huh.

Garfield glanced both ways before crossing the busy street; him previously being in the too-bright alleyway. 

Okay, see, he knows what you’re thinking. Someone like him- or rather someone who looked like him, would stick out like a sore thumb. Especially in a place like Paris. How common were metahumans here? Probably not as high as the rate in Metropolis, that’s for sure.

There were only so many green colored people, and a good ninety-nine percent was or is associated with heroes (vigilantes, fine) or even aliens. That being said, he was keeping it on the down-low. In Paris, he wasn’t the cool, collected, and most desired by all Garfield Logan. In Paris, he was just Grant Roth. What? It’s a good cover! And he was planning on taking Raven’s surname eventually anyways. (wink wink, nudge nudge)

A few spells and enchantments via Magical Goth Gf ™ prior to his ride in the tubes later; he practically looked uncanny to his appearance before the whole ‘failed experiment injection’ thing. You know, a mop of auburn hair, pale as paper skin, and cutesy little freckles (Blue Beetle’s words, not his) (Okay, maybe it was his too..)

Garfield pulled out his pocketed compact once he safely made it across the street. Now that he gave more than a glance at the address it looked...short. In fact, it was vague, extremely vague. He discreetly looked around for any eavesdroppers and lowered his voice to a whisper as he walked down the 21st arrondissement.

“Uh, guys? Where exactly am I supposed to go?”

He hated not knowing how to do something he was expected to, incredibly so.

“I was hoping you’d dispose of your body there,” he paused, "but since you asked so nicely, we’ll tell you.” Robin chimed in matter-of-factly.

Garfield could practically feel the next set of words. He didn’t know what they were, but they were going to suck. He just knew it.

Raven took a long swig of coffee before announcing the dreaded news, “We’ve signed you up for a foreign exchange student program,” 

Ah,

“You what?!” he shrieked. A couple of onlookers gave him dirty glances, he smiled sheepishly.

Blue Beetle toggled his audio, “C’mon Gar-“ Robin interrupted,

“No names on field!”

 “Shutuuuuup,” he drawled out.

“Anyways, Beastboy,’’ cue pointed glare at Robin,’’ did you really think we’d let you roam around without a leash for what? Three months? In a foreign country of all places?” Garfield could practically hear the smirk in his voice, the fucker.

“I was hoping, yeah!” Damn. He thought he would get away with them actually trusting him here alone, wishful thinking on his part.

He pouted at the idea as he scouted for a place to lounge in.

Raven huffed, “You’ll be living with a host family during your stay at Paris, if it wasn’t clear enough already.”

He froze; what other surprises were up their sleeves?!

“C’mon, be real for a sec. I’m a superhero, I don’t need to go to public school, I don’t need a couple of strangers!” he stressed as he weaved between crowds of Parisians.

Ooh, a bench. He sat with the intent of winning this argument, no matter the consequence. So what if he looked crazy, supposedly talking to himself? Priorities people, priorities.

“Doom Patrol’s strict orders, you know, ‘cause they can’t homeschool you a whole continent away,” Jamie deadpanned.

Garfield dragged a hand down his face. Stupid Doom Patrol, stupid worrying for his wellbeing. “But- it’s a mission!” he gestured rapidly, in clear exasperation.

Jaime tsked, “And? Gotta keep that brain of yours in tip-top shape, amigo!”

“Whatever, man;” he got up to dust himself off, “still don’t know how that’s related to the address on the Seine but- “

“They live there, your host family,” Raven supplied.

Garfield scratched his chin in wonder. Who lives in a body of water? That’s so- Wait. His friends were totally holding out on him!

“You guys didn’t tell me I’d be staying with Aquaman! That makes this ten times better!”

What were the chances that the man himself was in Paris too? They can bond over sea creatures, and Garfield could show him his animal transformations! This mission wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t bad at all. He had an extra skip in his step as he pranced down the pavement.

“Are you entirely brain dead?” Robin audibly face palmed,

”No, you’re not- you know what? Yes, you’re going to be living with Aquaman. At a river. In France,” quiet murmurs along the lines of ‘idiot, and ‘cómo adorable,’ sounded out from his remaining teammates.

“This is gonna be so awesome!” Garfield exclaimed giddily.

He spotted a boulangerie-pâtisserie a couple blocks away. Aha! Time to get him some sweet, sweet, treats. And hopefully, some directions.

“Robin spent weeks doing full analysis on the whole family,” Jaime grinned over the comm.

Raven cut in, “Even though it was incredibly self-destructive, “

Analysis? On the King of Atlantis? Boy, no one was safe from Damian’s wrath.

“Awww. You do care, Robin!” he cooed as he entered the bakery.

Robin gasped, affronted, “Don’t flatter yourself! I needed to make sure you wouldn’t feel obligated to blabber all our secrets, obviously.”

“Better than nothing, I suppose,” Garfield shrugged to himself, but quickly zipped his lips shut once someone came into view.

“The Couffaines are...adequate at best;” he quieted, “well, at least from what I could infer before I was so viciously torn away from my research!” was sniffed hotly.

Couffaines? Was that a code name?

“If I didn’t know any better Robin,” Jaime mused, “I’d think you were taking after Tim, especially with how many late nights you’ve had...”

A beat.

Garfield ignored the squabble taking place in his left ear, opting to chat with the kind looking, lady at the register.

“Hello! What can I do for-“ she looked up from tying her apron,

“Oh! You must be new here; I don’t recognize you,”

Garfield offered his hand, “Hah, yeah! I was just walkin’ around town. I’m Grant, by the way,’’ he silently praised himself for remembering his alias.

She shook it firmly, “Sabine.”

A warm smile was sent his way before she gestured to the variety of sweets on display. His mouth watered at the sight and contemplated his choices, no matter how hard it was.  ‘’What would you recommend?’’ he whispered, completely in awe.

Sabine paused to give him a once-over before lighting up. ‘’Well, you don’t strike me as a tart kind of guy so, how do you feel about chocolate?’’

‘’Love it.’’

‘’Great! My husband just put out some fresh Pain Au Chocolates before you came in!’’ Score. His luck hadn’t completely run out.

‘’That sounds fire! I’ll have that,’’ he exclaimed cheerfully.

She blinked at his wording, ‘’Pardon?’’

What? Did she not unders- Oh.‘’Sorry, American slang. It means cool!’’ he rushed out.

She mulled it over, ‘’Ah, okay. Well, coming right up!’’ Sabine opened the glass in search of the Pain Au Chocolates.

“Don’t ever compare me to that insufferable fool, -“

He snickered, “Your brother?”

Robin fumed, “-you complete and utter nincompoop!”

“Now, now, don’t use big boy words on me,” Jaime taunted.

“I’ll show you ‘big boy’ words-! “

Garfield faux scratched his ear in favor of switching off the comm as he watched Sabine bag the treats. He grinned in thanks once handed to him.

“If that’ll be all...?” She trailed off.

He wasn’t really paying any mind as he took a big whiff of the sweets. His thoughts floated over to a haven filled with a never-ending overflow of pastries. Ah, what’s stopping him from staying here forever? A pat on his shoulder, apparently.

“Hm?” Garfield found the petite baker leaning over the counter with a patient smile.

“Sorry, I totally zoned out! Did you say something?” he rubbed his neck bashfully.

She chuckled, “I asked if there’s anything else I could do for you, sweetie.”

If there anything else she could- Right! Yes, he needed to know where the hell he was staying at. Garfield fumbled for his phone, luckily for him he copied the address into his Notes app.

“Yeah actually! Well, not food wise but, I’m here in Paris for,” he blanched momentarily, “uh, an exchange program; and I have a like host family here, right?” he gestured to his voice; the American accent evident.

She nodded.

He continued, “And I don’t really uh, like, know exactly where I’m supposed to meet them. I was wondering if you by chance knew someone who lived on the Seine around here?” Garfield shoveled a croissant into his mouth.

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Marinette was a lot of things.

To some she was the sweet bakers’ daughter, insanely witty and clever, granted a bit scatterbrained, but she was your trophy student by all means of the word; to others though, she was someone to be wary of. A classmate’s spew of lies crawling under their skins, itching to be taken into account. Every move watched meticulously, waiting with bated breath for a slip up, for anything to grasp on to.

In simpler terms, Marinette was over it. Over being unable to speak her truth; over being villainized, constantly put under a spotlight. There was already enough on her plate, one of its regulars accumulating to a steadily-rising designer. One of her biggest flexes, if she was being honest; because really, what fourteen year old could say they constructed glasses for the Jagged Stone? Surely not the average bunch.

Oh, and did she mention superheroine? Yeah, she’s a superheroine.

The whole gig was shoved at her face, three months shy of her thirteenth birthday; and by gig she meant a brief guide, a blindingly red polka-dotted suit, a questionable choice of weapon (seriously, a yo-yo?), and an ill-timed partner.

Nonetheless, she worked with what she got. It's kept her alive so far already, why complain now?

She rubbed her eyes with a stifled yawn, ‘’Radiant....Carefree....Dreamy…’’

Marinette slammed the snooze button at the sound of that god forsaken jingle. Christ, she needed to change her alarm. All it did was make her reminisce of her former crush on Adrien Agreste; top teen Parisian model, son of fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste, and current boyfriend of future Olympiad, Kagami Tsurugi. Alas, old habits die hard, and this one was going to crash and burn any time soon; Marinette was sure of it.

A groan sounded out as she flopped to the floor, skillfully ignoring the tinkling laughter coming from her bedside. Ah, who was she kidding? It’d take some sort of absolute miracle to get over him completely. She would end up forever lonely, pining over a taken man, indefinitely getting dropped from position as lead designer for Jagged, friendless, Akumatized, disowned by her parents-

“None of those things are true, and you know it!”

She snapped her gaze up to the floating embodiment of creation, Tikki. Had her friend really thought that, that look could get Marinette to take back her spiel? She looked like an angry kitten for crying out loud!

Her cheeks reddened as she got up and dusted herself off, “Did I say that out loud?”

Judging by the narrowing of the tiny god's eyes, she’d say yes, it was said out loud. Damn, she was not looking forward to a morning lecture about her declining self esteem and her tendency of speaking her mind. Before Tikki could get even a word in, the Just In Case™ alarm for bad mornings went off. She shot the kwami a rueful grin and scurried over to the counter.

“Radian-“ the clock was chucked out of the three story building. Marinette watched from her window as it plummeted to its demise, in a heap of cheap metal and wires. Lovely.

A red blur zoomed to the front of her face, making her go cross-eyed, ‘’Marinette!’’ Tikki frowned shakily, struggling not to smile at her antics. 

She shrugged and skipped over to her closet, in search for acceptable clothes,

‘’What? It was getting annoying! And besides, it’s not like it was worth that mu-!’’ They both froze at the pounding of the trap door.

Ugh, couldn’t they wait to bother her later?

‘‘You better get out of there soon, young lady! I don’t want another call from your school added to the list,’‘ Marinette was going to absolutely combust. It sucked enough that barely any of her ‘‘friends’’ stuck around, but Tom and Sabine? Really? Believing some complete stranger over her? It must be the lack of familial relation that makes it sting a bit less. It must.

She groaned tiredly, ‘’Yes, Sabine.’’

Once the descending pattering of her footsteps quieted, Tikki raced over to latch onto Marinette’s cheek. Her bluebell orbs peered up at her, filled with sympathy for her holder. She shook her head at the silent offer to talk; there’s no time for a pity party. 

The kwami sighed sadly, before pecking her cheek and floating over to rest on her shoulder. Marinette plastered on an encouraging smile, ‘‘C’mon Tikks’, help me pick out and outfit for today! You know how indecisive I can be,”

After some thinking, they’ve come to the mutual decision of something completely out of Marinette’s alley. Instead of her usual pink capris, floral shirt, blazer, flats, and pigtails; she sported a plaid pleated skirt, a tucked in Queen Bee graphic tee, black two-inch heart buckled platform Mary Janes, and spacebuns. Who knew her wardrobe from Clara Nightingale’s on-set music video would come to use? 

She ogled her reflection with a satisfied smirk, yeah, she was hot. 

‘’Holy shit, Tikki, if I was still into Adrien,’’ she whistled, ‘’he’d drop to the floor as soon as he saw this; and that’s coming from me!’’ 

The kwami shook her head good naturedly, ‘’I’m glad you think so. I really like confident Marinette!’’ she nudged her shoulder, ‘’Although, I hope you aren’t doing this for your classmates’ approval...’’ 

She directed her gaze at Tikki; an other person’s approval? Why would she do something for another person’s approv- Oh. She actually wasn’t that far off. 

‘‘Pssh. No, I would never! This is all me baby! The awesome, cool, and Pinterest board version, I mean,’‘ Marinette gave her little friend finger-guns and grabbed her purse. Enough about her, they needed to get to school before she was late again. 

‘‘Get in Tikks’, if we wait any longer I’ll be,’‘ she checked the time on her phone, ‘‘like five minutes late to homeroom!’‘ 

She flitted into the bag as Marinette settled it onto her side. With one last look-over, she was off. 

To say she struggled down the stairs was a complete and utter understatement. She almost died, multiple times. Maybe the platform shoes were a bad idea, a very, very, very bad idea. Marinette clutched onto the railing with an inhumane grip that could rival Alya’s on her phone; and that was telling you something. 

Once she made it passed the death trap, or rather simply a few steps, she grabbed an espresso and a handful of cookies; the former being for her, and the latter for Tikki. She gave a fleeting wave to Sabine and Tom, not that they gave any mind. 

She pulled out her phone, 8:26, she could work with that. Her phone buzzed with a text notification. 

 (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝖈𝖍𝖑𝖔𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ♥          ɴᴏᴡ

where the fuck are you

Marinette snorted and slid the cookies into her purse. She unlocked the screen and tapped the message icon.

{𝟖:𝟐𝟕}  .•°¤*(¯`★´¯)*¤°   🎀  𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝑒  🎀   °¤*)¯´★`¯(*¤°•.    

wouldnt you like to know weather boy

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{𝟖:𝟐𝟪} (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝖈𝖍𝖑𝖔𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 ♥

wow ur so funny im literally laughing so hard rn 😐

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{𝟖:𝟐8}   .•°¤*(¯`★´¯)*¤°   🎀  𝓃𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝑒  🎀   °¤*)¯´★`¯(*¤°•.  

thank you, thank you, im here all night 🖤

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 Marinette looked both ways before crossing the intersection, Dupont just about a block away. She chugged her now-cold coffee and tossed it in the recycling bin, ‘’Score! And the crowd goes wil-!’’ the atmosphere suddenly stilted.

‘‘Dupain-Cheng,’‘ she swiveled around, and was met with the putrid swamp green slits shes grown to despise. 

A snarl rolled off her tongue, ‘’Rossi.’’ 

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omg guys so hi. im doing this. im actually doing the thing i said i would do here  cuz im a bad bitch. 3k words i think. sorry for any mistakes i literally wrote this while watching pbs kids LMAOOOASODFWOEB @beautiful-disasters-sunshine idk if u still wanna be tagged when i do this kinda stuff but pm me if u dont <3

[virgil-is-a-cutie]

Ummm head cannons for Jaime Reyes aka Blue beetle or Garfield Logan aka Beast boy x Marinette Dupain-Cheng please

I'm sorry to inform you but....I honestly don't know much about Blue Beetle bc I don't remember much of Young Justice season 2 (that and cuz I prefered the OG young justice members) although Beast Boy...I only recall him bc of Teen Titans (the old version not ttg). I mean I can try to make Headcanons for Marinette dating Beast Boy but it'd be a bit hard since I honestly don't see them dating. But then again...yeah I can see it, both sweet and caring.