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bow-of-aros · 30 days ago

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Day Thirty: Trick or Treat

Summary:

Look, in Ted's defense, Peter did say TRICK or treat. It's not his fault that the kid didn't specify which one.

Second to last day is completed! I think this one is really cute and I love the dynamic of all of them here. Ted went from "Oh god they're all nerds" to "Holy shit am I adopting MORE teenagers?!" and I am here for it. The Peter and Ted relationship is part of me as a person now so I hope that y'all enjoy!! <33

Ted was down to his last three candies to give to this year’s trick or treaters and he was eager to get rid of them. He’d contemplated just turning off his lights and keeping them for himself, but that had just seemed wrong somehow.

Pete and his dork-ass friends and slightly less dork-ass girlfriend were out actually doing the trick-or-treating, dressed up as the Scooby gang, even though they were all seventeen or eighteen years old.

He’d sent them off with an amused, if slightly condescending, smile, to which Richie of all people had responded with, “Just because you were deprived of simple childhood joys after you were deemed too old to be happy doesn’t mean that we have to do the same.”

Yeah, it had surprised him too.

Either way, he’d sent them off after making them promise to be safe, earning an eyeroll from his little brother and an enthusiastic “We will!” from the rest of them which was good enough for Ted.

Just as he was finishing off the second of the two beers he’d allotted himself for the night—What? It’s Halloween!—the doorbell rang.

Fucking finally. Ted paused whatever cheesy horror flick he’d thrown on and made his way to the front door, deciding that even if it was just one kid they could have the rest of the candy.

And he opened the door to Shaggy, Velma, Daphne, and Fred.

“TRICK OR TREAT!” Peter and his friends shouted gleefully at him, holding out full buckets after an apparently very fruitful night.

Ted looked down at his bowl, three candies, four kids.

He could definitely work with this.

He tossed one bar at Steph, “Coffee crisp for you,” then Ruth, “KitKat for you,” Richie, “Mars bar for you which makes you correct because it’s the best,” and finally, he turns to Peter.

The kid looks at him expectantly, “What do I get?”

Ted gestures with the bowl, “Come and see.”

Peter takes a step, crosses through the doorway, gets close enough to peer into the bowl, “There’s nothing in—HEY!”

The second that he got close enough, Ted tossed aside the bowl and wrapped Peter in a massive bear hug, dragging him back so the rest of the kids can enter and watch the show.

“Ted?! What the fuck are you doing?”

His struggles are half-hearted, Peter trusts him enough to not do anything too bad and his nerdy ass is probably curious about where he’s going with this.

Ted grins up at the kid—Up? When the hell had that happened?!—and says, “Well, I’ve run out of treats, so you get the trick! Happy Halloween, Petey!”

And with that, Ted digs his fingers into Pete’s sides, laughing at the shriek he let out before half-sagging against him with the force of his cackles.

“WAIT! Tehehehehed I cahahan’t!” In response, Ted mercifully changed spots and clawed up to his ribs and holy shit the kid had a pair of pipes on him. Thank fuck it’s Halloween or that scream might’ve had people calling the cops on him.

While Pete babbled out please and claims that he was dying! Ted please!, his friends had seemingly no qualms about cheering on his demise from the sidelines.

Steph was just smiling sappily because she and Peter were disgustingly in love, but Ruth and Richie were really having a go at it.

“And he moves to the ribs! A bold move going for the kill this early but it looks like it’s really paying off!” Ruth was holding her KitKat up to her mouth like it was a microphone and she was commentating on a big game.

Richie takes his cue to join in, “Oh, what’s this? It would seem as though Peter’s knees are buckling! What a shame that he’s giving in so soon.”

Peter, through his laughter, still managed to flip off his friends as they were speaking, which of course did the exact opposite of discouraging them.

“What a poor display of sportsmanship! Something like that should be penalized!” Ted was paying enough attention to realize that the last part was directed at him, and who was he to deny these kids the show they so clearly wanted.

Ted made sure that Peter was secure, and also listened to his breathing to make sure that he wasn’t dying, and moved a hand up to scratch behind his ear. And, as he’d expected, the resulting snorts mingled in with frantic giggles brought on a new wave of cheers.

“Yeah! Get him Mr. Spankoffski!”

Ted managed to point a threatening finger at Richie, “I swear to God, kid. If you call me that one more time, you’re next! It’s Ted.”

It was quiet, but he still managed to make out his panicked, “Yes, Ted! Sorry Ted!”

Perfect, looks like his older brother fear factor is still in full swing. Just what he likes to see.

“Tehehehehed! Please lehehehet me gohohoho! I’m sohohohorry!”

Oh shit, he’d almost forgotten about Peter.

He’ll let him off the hook in just a second.

“What are you sorry for?” He shot a wink at the kids who were snickering to each other. Apparently they’ve all figured out that if you keep at it for long enough, Peter will start apologizing for shit that never even happened. IT’s pretty damn funny.

Peter, now curled up enough to have to look up at him, does so with his sad little Bambi eyes and says, “I don’t knohohohohow! Plehehehehease Teddy!”

And, well, how could he say no to that?

Ted sets the kid free and practically tosses him over to his friends who reliably catch him. Steph intertwines her fingers with his while Ruth and Richie practically hang off of him while he huffs out lingering giggles.

He can’t help but smile at them, it’s really nice to see that Peter has this tight-knit group that really cares about him. Ted knows that his high school years would’ve been much improved if he’d had something like that, so he’s happy that his little brother is having a better go at it than he did.

“You are mean!” Peter glares at him, but there’s no heat in those still crinkled eyes, so Ted just laughs while he wanders into the kitchen.

“Yeah, well you said trick or treat!” He grabs the pack of Red Vines he’d picked up specifically for Peter because they were his favourite even though they were disgusting. “You can’t blame me for picking the more fun option!”

Ted walks back into the living room and tosses the candy at Peter, watching as he almost drops it three separate times before getting a good grip on it.

“Now, I’m fucking exhausted. You kids try not to stay up too late, and if you’re loud enough to somehow wake me up,” He looked hard at each one of them, “You will face the consequences.”

He didn’t even get two steps before Peter threw himself at Ted and wrapped him up in a hug of his own. It took about two seconds for the rest of the kids to follow suit and Ted ended up in the middle of a confusingly nice group hug.

“Uh, kid? You alright? Did I break you or something?”

A laugh came from somewhere in the group and Peter said, “I’m fine Ted. Just wanted to say thanks for the candy.”

They unwound themselves from around him, but not before a volley of pinches and pokes had him yelping and batting away mischievous hands.

“Love you Teddy!”

“Yeah! Thanks, Ted!”

“Thank you!”

“Thanks, Mr. Spankoff—Ted!” A sharp glance had Richie quickly correcting himself, “Thanks Ted!”

He grumbled and waved his hands at them as he climbed the stairs, listening to their excited chatter and the unwrapping of various candy. As soon as he was out of sight though, Ted let a fond grin spread across his face.

They could hang around as much as they needed, he decided.

They were good kids.

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mostly-imagines · 7 months ago

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Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s steeling himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

Stephanie chimes in, “Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—”

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his left is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”