#grandma is not amused

[revitalizationrat]

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #133

Morgan Stark discovers the joke format, "__, __, and __ walk into a bar..." 

She doesn't quite get the concept, but she enjoys it. And, like most children, when she enjoys something she becomes absolutely obsessed with it.

Morgan: A spider, the spider's aunt, and a grumpy walk into the house!

Happy: Morgan that's not how that works

Peter: I dunno, you do seem more like a Grumpy than a Happy :)

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Morgan: A princess, her bestest brother ever, and their cyborg chef walk into the kitchen.

Tony: You can just say you want pancakes, Mo.

Peter, tearing up: That's Princess Mo to you.

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Bonus:

It becomes an inside joke that the whole family uses. 

Tony when Peter cuts off his coffee supply: (gasp) A genius, his robot minions, and a hater walk into the lab.

Peter, not even missing a beat: A genius, his son, and his robot children who agree with the son walk out of the lab and in to their beds.

Tony, so completely endeared every time Peter calls himself his son he can barely protest: I- I- now wait just a second...

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Teen Morgan, upon finding her brother and MJ making out on the couch: Eughh! An intern, the goddess way out of his league, and the amount of space reserved for Jesus between them walk out of the shared living space.

[thistle-caster]

obsessed with rekha playing usha actually

[edutainer2022]

It's a weird, kind of liminal... moment the Mechanic and Scott have after Zero-XL. It wouldn't let me go. Their dynamics going forward (and the upended balance with Dad being back) fascinates me as they're interesting foils. It could be a tentative beginning of a friendship, a working relationship in IR, or, who knows...

OLIVE BRANCH

A tall figure was leaning on one of the work counters in his impromptu workshop, listlessly poking at one tool or other. Oh, snap! He really didn't have time for this! The Tracies, as he came to observe, were all very... involved - personal boundaries perfunctory at best and virtually non-existent since the Zero-XL mission came back a success. Even the ginger astronaut was planetside most of the time, in the middle of things - none of them straying too far away from a miraculously retrieved Jeff Tracy, trading stories, lapping up his undivided (well, divided six to seven ways, to be precise) attention. He wasn't a Tracy, nor did he have any intention of becoming one - so he cherished his space and solitude, thank you very much. Brains, for the most part, understood and respected that, letting him tinker at smaller projects in the bowels of the island, while the T-drive was being assembled. But this was not Brains snooping around in his nook. He really, really didn't have the energy for Scott Tracy.

- What are you doing in my hangar?

The younger man almost jumped in the air, clearly not expecting company. Seriously? The file said he was former military. Blue eyes flashed up in almost automatic defense. Okay, so maybe the Mechanic was somewhat amused by having five inches on the International Rescue Commander. The fierce leader was definitely not used to that.

- Interesting. I kinda thought this was my hangar.

- Funny you should mention it. I was under the impression it was your father's hangar.

The intended effect fell flat. Instead of riled up, Scott's sagged momentarily, shoulders dropped, the brilliant blue dimmed and downcast.

- Yeah, right, sorry. I'll get out of your way.

Huh? The Mechanic might not have been particularly proud of scoring that one up. The guy annoyed him on a good day with his holier than thou attitude and obsessive micromanagement. The Mechanic only ever fought for control to WIN. But he knew not to kick a man down, when he saw one (most times). Which was weird. Everyone else was floating on air, beholding Colonel Tracy like a godsend. The Mechanic was fairly sure the full assembly plus the British guests were up in the lounge this very moment too, completely engrossed in bliss and racing each other to showcase accomplishments and heroic antics. That was actually his cue to make the next move on his own... arrangements. He couldn't stretch their hospitality forever. Or tempt fate. Now was as good a time as ever, he guessed.

- Not a problem. I should be the one getting out of your hair. Soon.

Blue eyes shot back at him from the compelling oil stain on the floor, perplexed, then questioning. It obviously took Scott a hot moment to translate thought into words.

- I think you should stay on the island.

This. Was new. That was not so much an olive brunch, but an olive tree. The one thing they could reliably agree on prior to that was mutual disdain.

The Mechanic folded his arms, an automatic response to the mere chance of being vulnerable - being welcome. Being drawn into the circle by Grandma, when most of her family blinked out of the solar system possibly to be never seen again, was one thing. The Mechanic was under no illusion Scott Tracy could voluntarily stand to be in the same room with him under fair weather conditions, even grateful for his part in the T-drive or defense of the island.

- Why should I?

It was, of course, every inch the challenge it sounded like. Scott's gaze darted around the workshop, searching for inspiration.

- Brains loves working with you.

Lame one, Tracy. The Mechanic arched a brow, thoroughly unamused. The dregs of the barrel could really be more substantial. And yes, Scott walked himself into that one, so there was no backing out.

- Brains used to work perfectly fine without me in the picture. As he, no doubt, would again.

Blue eyes glanced over a half-finished mecha on the counter, then back to the floor. His fists found deeper way into the pockets. An evasive stance too, he knew. Scott Tracy was no better at asking for things than the Mechanic himself was. Least of all for forgiveness.

- Well, you're like... Grandma's fifth favorite grandkid. Stay for her.

That one was accompanied by a smile that didn't reach the eyes, focused on metal shavings on the bench now. The Mechanic arched a second brow and pretended to take the bait, if only to fill out the awkward silence.

- So, who have I yielded to?

A snort and another smile. This one rueful. And a forlorn stare in mid-distance the Mechanic was not sure even accounted for him anymore. THAT'S why he preferred to deal with machines.

- Virgil, obviously. He's Grandpa Grant through and through. Alan. It's a tie between Kayo and Brains. Gordon. Though he gets bumped up a tier when he's injured. You. Then John and I.

If Scott was amusing himself with the little charade - the Mechanic failed to see how. He wasn't giving an inch though, because they didn't cut each other slack, that was a given, so a tilt of the head and a fixed stare was the next unvoiced question. Scott shifted from foot to foot, clearly regretting it ever got this far. But the Mechanic was undeterred. Why the Astranaut and the Golden Heir, so far down the line? What kind of self-deprecating nonsense was that? Scott sighed. Words were obviously a problem again, though sadness rolling off the young man could be measured by tools at hand. He definitely preferred the machines. Emotions were not his forte.

- John is Mom. Looks much like her, speaks, moves. And I'm Dad... When Dad was gone I was there to remind...

- And now your Dad is back.

It was a simple statement of fact, colored by no assessment. No venom. He let "and you're hiding in the workshop of your sworn enemy, while everyone delights in your father's return" hang in the air, unsaid.

- And now my Dad is back...

And they don't need him to be Jeff Tracy anymore. They don't need him anymore, period. Scott snapped in time to an inner consideration, likely, along those same lines, and was suddenly in a hurry to leave. The Mechanic didn't know much about dealing with people and feelings, but he knew loneliness and despair when it stared him in the face. It took one to recognize one.

- Hey, Tracy! I don't need anything from you.

That earned him another hung head and a non-committal wave. Scott half turned away again, taking a long stride to the exit.

- But I could use some help. You any good with system updates?

He gestured to the assorted consoles around the work area. Blue eyes dragged up again and lit up for the first time since their strange conversation started.

- Brains lets me do solo updates on One.

That was a dubious recommendation, because, brilliant as he was, the shy engineer was under a totally false impression Scott Tracy had hung the Moon. But that was some serious shit-eating grin, dimples and all, so the Mechanic kept the idea to himself and kept busy with assorted switches.

[the-best-bagel]

Ooku is so close to having something cool to say about gender but the second i think they might do it they curve me and have the unwell crossdressing lady's happy ending be becoming traditionally feminine and submissive to her husband who became assertive and traditionally masculine.

[lethalwizard]

honestly my biggest culture shock about japan was they didn’t have the sushi fish someone handed me like the little soy bottle that was not fish shaped and i was like oh…. ausutoraria de fish desu : ( and they were like haha weird, anyway

[pnuk-r0ck]

My family is leaving 4 some amusement park @ 8:30 2mrw morning and I get 2 stay home alone like alllll day😈😈😈

[funstyle]

"i watched a turtle eat a mushroom for an hour and it was the most beautiful thing ive ever seen" - quote from my grandpa on psychedelics

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

yesterday my grandma randomly asked me if i worry about my weight and i actually laughed

like yes ma'am i have an eating disorder you don't know about and yes ma'am i was talking to you to avoid wandering aimlessly around the room and in the process Eating

[silversoulstardust]

you gotta admire the confidence of a random seven year old boy who saw me swimming alone at the public aquatic center, came up and said hi to me and when I said hi back he started teaching me how to roll underwater and dive into the 7m pool properly. like yeah he derailed my plan for cardio workout of the week but I also had fun playing police and thief underwater and also faking shark attack until the lifeguard blew a whistle on us to leave the pool at the end of the late afternoon session. thank you boy you made my day ✨

[artromantic]

laughing at how I dreamt of someone assuming I was straight and I was so exasperated I just yelled “I don’t like BOYS” because that’s so real of me

[stewy]

the entire killers of the flower moon session when the dialogue got drowned out by the screaming children watching fnaf in the next room

[freebooter4ever]

Nine year old me knew what was up. My baby brother meanwhile is a liar liar pants on fire because he never did ANY typing he hated writing/reading the little goblin.

[amatres]

also jaheira likes balaerra being sassy to her, it's very funny

[romance-incubomp3]

I think like iirc my grandpa was “missing” once and like the Brazilian government was searching for him or something…. (his wife is a brazillian federal judge) and he was with a woman or some shit….

[barkingangelbaby]

@ last reblog. it wasn't. life and people can just be cruel.