#janet van dyne x reader

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Rimming with Janet van Dyne

A/N: Another Kinktober fic, yay!

Written for a gn!Reader

Dividers by @/emmanexelle

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CW: whining, explicit sexual content, smut, light smacking, rimming, ass play, mild Hank Pym dislike, Janet has some issues from Hank, anal fingering, multiple orgasms, mentioned aftercare, mentioned cuddling, Reader loves Janet, clothes sharing

328 words

You squirm and whine, pressing back as much you can. “Please, Jan! Oh, god! Oh fuck!”

She lightly smacks the side of your thigh, tongue lapping away at your hole. Making you shudder and moan.

You’d introduced the idea of rimming to her a while back. Starting slow and easing her into it. Despite her bubbly personality, she’s always been more tentative with sex.

Mostly thanks to what few experiences she had with Hank.

But now she’s gotten into it. Lapping and licking, pressing and swirling her tongue. It feels like heaven.

It’s only made even better by the fact that she’s been at it for so long. You can’t even check the time; your face is buried in a pillow to muffle most of your sounds.

You’ve cum twice now. Once from just her tongue, once from her fingers and her tongue.

You moan again and she pulls back a little. “You’re so whiny today.”

“Can’t help it,” you mumble, lifting your head a little. “Feels so good.”

Janet hums, a little in disbelief and a little in acknowledgment. After a moment of quiet, she licks her fingers and presses them against your hole. “One more, and then we’ll be done. I still have my meeting with Hank to get to.”

You think it’s very unfair that she’d mention him right as she’s sliding a finger into your ass, but you can’t do anything but moan softly. She knows what she’s doing; you’re sure of it.

She’s smarter than everyone gives her credit for, and you’re going to show your appreciation as loudly as you can.

She seems to enjoy your little gasps and cries, at least.

You cum quickly, too pent up to last long. She sticks around to help you clean up, even cuddle a little bit. But eventually she leaves.

You fall asleep not long after. Happy and sated, cozy in one of her sweaters. You’ve never been happier that she’s your girlfriend.

[mikyapixie]

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬𝟑𝟎周年記念の。

[itzsephig5]

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I held onto my notebook as I got to Bill's office door. I knocked before opening the door and walking in. "I just figured out the equation that I've been working..." I say before looking up. I saw that my brother and two other people were standing in the room with us. I recognized Hope, but I didn't know who the other man was. "What are you doing out of your house!" I say while going over to Scott and shoving him slightly. "Are you stupid? Are you trying to get your ass back in prison? You're on house arrest!" I said angrily. "And Hope! You thought it was a good idea to get in contact with Scott knowing that was a violation of his agreements for house arrest?" I asked. "Y/n." I hear Bill say. I scoffed before going over to stand next to him. "They're here for a reason." He tells me. "Well that reason is going to get his ass in jail again." I say. "We're not doing this for no reason Y/n." Hope tells me. "And what could this reason possibly be?" I asked. "Because your brother is linked to my mother who has been missing for decades." Hope says. I shut up after that. I knew what it was like to lose a parent. I was only 13 when my parents had both passed away. "How is that even possible?" I asked. "It's quantum entanglement between the quantum state of Posner molecules in Scott's brain and Janet's brain." Bill explained to me. I let out a hum at that. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking." The other man said. I looked at Bill, silently asking who this guy was. He just shook his head. "Do you guys just put the word "quantum" in front of everything?" Scott asks. I sent a glare at him. "Scott." I say. "Yeah?" He asked. "Shut up." I say. "Yup." Scott responded. "Doctor, we need to find our lab." Hope says to Bill. "Hope, I'd love to help you, but I don't have anything like the equipment you're describing." Bill tells her. I knew he was lying right through his teeth, but I wasn't sure why. "I told you this was a waste of time. Come on, let's go." The other guy said. "Don't condescend, Hank. You're the one who's on the run for the FBI. All because you had to grow to a size that finally fit your ego." Bill says. I rubbed my forehead. Hank was the name of Hope's father. I remembered that. Now that I was looking at the two of them, I could see the resemblance. "That wasn't me in Germany. It was this idiot." Hank said while pointing out my brother. "Really?" Bill says. "Unfortunately." I comment.

I barely listened as Scott and Bill went back and forth about how big they got in the suits. I just shook my head as they talked. "If you two are finished comparing sizes, we need to figure out a way to track down the lab." Hope said. "Finally, someone shut them up." I muttered. "And the great Hank Pym hasn't figured that one out yet? Strange. You had all the answers back in the day. That's why I left the project." Bill says. "Left? I fired you." Hank says like he's offended by what Bill had said. "Best decision I ever made. Hank was a terrible partner. Temperamental, stubborn, impatient. Sooner or later, he just pushed everyone away." Bill comments. "Just the mediocrities." Hank says in response. "Janet was the only one who could endure hum and chose to stick it out." Bill said. I scrunched up my nose when he started to say that. This wasn't going well. "Watch it, Bill." Hank says as a warning. "She paid the price, though, didn't she?" Bill says. "You son of a bitch." Hank said before coming towards Bill. "Okay that's enough!" I say pulling Bill back. Hope grabbed Hank and pulled him back. "I didn't come here to listen to you two squabble. I'm trying to save my mother." Hope says. I looked at the window and saw that Woo and some other FBI agents were outside the campus. "Scott!" I say while pointing out the window. "Oh, it's Woo! Someone must have seen me." Scott says. "Come on. We gotta go right now." Hope says. I looked over at Bill. I knew he wanted to say something. I just nodded. "Wait." Bill calls out. "You might be able to improvise that tracker if you modify the diffraction units on one of your regulators." Bill tells the three. "That could work." Hope says. I watched as Scott and Hank started to leave. "Thank you." Hope says before closing the door. "I can see the gears in your head turning." I comment. Bill just nodded. "I think I found the exact way we can get Ava back to normal." He said. I looked up at him. "Really? How?" I asked. "That lab and Janet might just be our key." Bill says. "Well, that's great. I want that for Ava, and I know she wants to be normal again." I say. I went to say something else, but there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Bill says. I see Woo and the two FBI agents with him walk into the office. "Doctors." Woo says. I just nodded. "Campus police says they ID'd both Pym and Van Dyne here." He says. Bill just shrugs. "I haven't seen Hope in over a year Woo. I don't know why someone would say she was here. She doesn't even know I work here outside of my shifts at the children's hospital. Besides, I'm not the one on house arrest where it would matter if I talked to her or not." I say. "I don't know what to tell you Agent. I haven't talked to Hank in 30 years. I can assure you I'm the last person he would want to visit." Bill says. "Oh, come on. You expect us to-" One of the agents said before getting cut off by Woo. "Hey, hey. Why is that?" Woo asked Bill. "Simple. We hate each other's guts."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

They Understand Me - The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: They Understand Me

The Scott Lang Family X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Cassie, Hope, Scott, Janet (Mentioned), and Hank (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,450

Warnings: The Blip mentioned, Post-The Blip, during Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania, canon violence briefly mentioned, yelling, family angst, Reader is mentioned to be seventeen, Reader can communicate with ants, crying briefly mentioned, death mentioned, and fluff

Ever since you were born, you felt like the odd one out, you blamed the Blip. You were born during a strange time in your parent's life, years before the Blip. Cassie being seven when you were born, you never really got the time to truly bond with her before the Blip happened two years later, since chaos began and took that time away. While Cassie and your father survived the Blip, one being trapped in a different realm, your mother, grandmother, and grandfather, did not. At a very young age, you had lost your mother, father, grandmother, and grandfather. 

You didn't have anyone except Cassie. Though, with the weight of losing practically everyone in your life, you left Cassie and her mother at your grandfather's home later on. There, at a young, you found yourself hidden away in his basement, working hours and hours on your own Ant-Man suit and helmet. You spent two years perfecting your craft, looking over and studying your grandfather's and mother's work. Though you did have fun creating your own suit and Pym Particles perfectly, there were some downsides. Thankfully, your grandfather had a storage in the basement with enough food to last you for years. 

For the next five years, you stayed at your grandfather's home, working and waiting, until 2023. 

It was overwhelming. Seeing your father, mother, grandmother, and grandfather again. You didn't remember most of the reunion. It was like... You were suspended in the sky somewhere, or floating over the ground, or something else completely. But hugging your father, whom you hadn't seen in years, brought you back. Hearing your mother's voice, brought you back. Hearing your grandmother's laugh, brought you back. And seeing your grandfather's smile brought you back. Along with that, you apologized to Cassie for leaving her alone for all those years.

You broke down, tears flowing down your cheeks, gripping onto your family that had been practically kidnapped from you. For years. For five years. But you could feel them slipping away as you were pulled away, further into nothingness, further and farther away from everything. The people around you became blurry and distorted. You felt numb. Like everything around you was just a memory, or a terrible illusion. Fake. Your mother, Hope, had to pull you back. 

So, after catching up a bit, and spending a bit of time all together, you finally got to show your family what you had been working on. Your suit. Your smile was bright and your eyes were beaming, but once your mother saw the helmet, her grin faded slightly. 

"Hun, uh, that's an interesting look for a helmet, isn't it?" She asked, tilting her head slightly as she looked at it in her hands, "I mean, I don't mean this in any wrong way. People might think you're a bit… Uh, Uh-"

"Odd, a bit odd." Cassie interrupted, "It does look a bit weird, y'know?"

"It's not about the looks. The helmet has a wider range of control towards all ants, and I don't really care about the opinions of poorly educated people," You said matter of factly, "I need to get better control. With more control, my suit will take me far. And I can help more people when I go out with you and Dad." Your mother nodded along, trying to give a supportive look, but your father was failing miserably at it, making you raise an eyebrow, "I can go, can't I? I want to come with you guys."

"Uh, honey, you're too young, we don't want you got get hurt."

Setting your helmet down, you sigh, rubbing your temple, "You both know that I can talk to ants, they understand me, I can help. I mean- I spent years creating my own suit, helmet, particles... I've done so much to try and find a way to get you all back, to help, and now you won't even let me go with you?"

Scott, your father, winced verbally, squinting one of his eyes, "Well, uh, there won't be enough room in the car... With me, your mother, Hank, Janet, and Peanut-"

"Everyone's going except me!?" You cried, standing up, glaring at your dad, "Are you serious!? I have practically perfected these old blueprints Grandpa made, innovating, and building - in my opinion - possibly the best suit made," Your parents shared a glance, but you ignored it and kept talking, "And you say I can't come with you to stop this new threat? I am done hiding and waiting to stop something that is threatening my home, my family, my- my world!" Letting out a sigh, you breathed out deeply from your nose, "I do not understand why I have to stay."

Scott cleared his throat nervously, awkwardly before speaking, "Uh, well, you're young-"

"Cassie has barely passed eighteen. Her birthday was a couple of months ago. And I am one year younger than her!" You interrupted your argument. "Legally, I am allowed to drive, and legally, allowed to drink in China. Give me one good reason as to why, aside from my age and the danger, why I shouldn't come with you guys." Their silence was deafening, as you huffed, grabbing your helmet and suit, "When do we leave?"

~~~

You were livid. Cassie used the Pym particles. Normally, you wouldn't have been so angry, you had also used them before. But, she had been so reckless. So, so careless. She could have died, or could have killed someone else; some innocent bystander.

Sitting in the car, you had your arms crossed, starting right ahead at the back of the passenger's seat headrest. Cassie sat beside you in the back of the car. "You know that if you use the particles on a living organism without special protection, there is a very high probability of death?" You asked Cassie, sounding scarily calm as Cassie glanced over at you before staring out her window.

"Yes, I know. You don't have to tell me." She spoke, giving you a bit of an attitude, but you let yourself ignore it for the time being. 

Sighing, you continued, "But, you had the great idea to use them on a Police car anyway?"

Cassie turned, her voice rising, "The car was empty!"

"Girls!" Scott yelled out, but to no avail, "No yelling in the car while I'm driving, please!"

"It could have not been! What if there had been someone in there!? What if you killed some innocent person!?"

"You're saying a lot of 'what if's’ here, sis." Cassie grumbled, crossing her own arms, "You make it seem like I'm so reckless."

You scoffed, turning to look out your window, "You said it, not me."

After a couple of minutes, Cassie spoke up, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, "What's with the pockets on your suit anyway? What’s the point of them, you know, for fighting?"

Shuffling in your seat, you sniffled before clearing your throat and answering, "They hold tiny things. Things that can possibly help when we need them. While you were gone in prison mind you, Mom, Dad, and I were hungry, and I had brought food."

"Food? That small to fit in those small pockets?" She asked, becoming more relaxed as she turned in her seat towards you slightly, gesturing to the small red pockets on your red suit.

"I use the particles, I have a full bag of cheese sticks in here somewhere..." You muttered, opening pocket after pocket until you found the super small bag of cheese sticks. Grabbing a particle, you super-sized the cheese back to its regular size, before opening the bag and ripping off four cheese sticks. One by one, you carefully passed one to your Mom and Dad, with thanks in return from each before giving Cassie one.

Peeling the clear wrapper, you began to pull strings of cheese off the cheese stick before plopping them into your mouth. Cassie did the same, before giving up and just biting it. "One thing's for sure, your little ideas are pretty useful," Cassie spoke, voice slightly muffled as she chewed. "I'm glad you were so persistent in coming along."

"It's only fair." You answered with a shrug, "I know how important my presence is to you guys. And how important my "powers" are to the mission. I mean, honestly, if you had taken any longer in that prison, I would've been able to get you out. I had a large group of Pavement Ants to get you out of your sell."

Cassie chuckled, along with your mother and father, "Let me guess, they eat pavement?" Your dad asked from the front seat, making you smirk.

"Oh yeah, the ants love it."

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[cloverhasnobrain]

Bead Ants

In which Hank Pym tries art therapy.

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Content: Fluff, platonic HankJanet, Science BrosTM, can be read as "x reader", in which case it can be olatonic or not. Reader would be the unnamed character.

Trigger Warning: none that I am aware of? Not proofread.

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Growing up, Hank was never really encouraged to embrace his creativity. Not that there was much inspiration in East Nowhere, Nebraska.

Sometimes he wondered if it was a money thing, if his parents, as a factory foreman and a bookeeper, were just worried he wouldn't be able to keep himself on his feet based off just creativity as an adult, if it was just well-justified parental concern, which he could almost understand. Still, some part of him couldn't help thinking a bit bitterly of his folks sometimes; his old man for giving more of a damn about a carburetor than his son's development, and his mom for her similar exasperation at his inquisitive imagination— she worled with books, for pity's sake, shouldn't she of all people, understand it? And then there were the professors with those disapproving eyes whose judgemental faces he could see to this day, telling him he was nothing, he'd always be nothing, but he believed that the lighter-hearted, sweet Henry truly faded most when his grandmother passed.

His first great failure.

It wasn't his fault, he knew it, she was sick and he was seven, of course the device he tried to build to cure her didn't work, but at times, despite all reason, he found himself reviewing it, revisiting the concept and reaching for a way, any way, to sit once more on her knees, swishing his legs, and yap about machines she could put into her wondrous novels, babble about wonderful mechanics and science to the point of magic.

Maybe that percieved failure, that loss of the support he needed, was the beginning of the guilt that nagged at his heart, that first carburetor his first attempt at conforming, becoming what people wanted to see. Maybe not. Maybe his he was just doomed from birth because his brain chemistry was messed up— how ironic, a biochemist with a screwed brain chemistry.

He'd vented about it to Jan. Oh, Jan was so great, even after everything, he loved her so deeply, she was a ride-or-die, she was his family. And she gave really good advice, when it did not involve shopping sprees, the club or a spa day. That was not really his thing.

"I think you're overanalyzing the past and not focusing enough on the present, Hank."

He'd roll his eyes, swirling the atrocious decaf latte in his hands, he'd heard this so many times already.

"I mean it!", she bumped her shoulders to his, savoring an equally revolting drink that was more sugar and cream than coffee at this point. "What I'm saying is, you need something to unwind. You're becoming stuffy, ex-hubby, you are! That big brain is too hyperactive, it's like a pent-up engine— if that's even how they work. Too much brainpower, and you can't just spend it all on inventions, there aren't even enough things to invent for that, so you just get obsessin'. If you ask me, what you need is a hobby. Not super-related, maybe not even so science-y. Like me, I draw up new designs when I'm bored or stressed— oh, that's it!" she gasped with delight at her own brilliant idea, to grip his arm.

"Hank, you need to reclaim your creativity."

Admittedly, he'd been skeptical. A half-hearted "sure, Jan," and a soft chuckle, and he'd been ready to forget it, only it lingered. He mentioned it to Stark, Richards and Banner on Poker Night, and they were more supportive than expected too;

"Hey, makes sense, you know? Having an outlet. I used to really love the anger management classes I took," Bruce would shrug, contemplating the bet Reed had just placed. Shocking no one, Stark also had his two cents, but the surprise came in the fact it was not a jab or a quip.

"That actually sounds really cool. Cap has been doing art therapy at this volunteering center, I'm sure he could tell you more about it, Hank."

"Four of a kind," was Mr. Fantastic's input, that prompted a very smug smile from the usually meek Dr. Banner:

"Ha! Royal Flush," he proudly declared, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head with a contented sigh as if the protests and outrage of the others were the most sublime chant of the angels. "Pay up, cocksuckers."

In the end, Pym did reach out; Steve was very sweet about it, as expected, and directed him to this volunteering center that had all sorts of activities, from a community garden to the attelier to which he had dragged himself, though his confidence failed him as he saw the illustrations on display, the half-finished pieces and people prepping canvases, clay; he wasn't an artist, what was he doing here?!

"Hey, you're a new face!", the instructor called; a bit of a beanpole, with freckles and very blue hair, sporting a baggy shirt that read: "DIAGNOSED ARTISTIC" and a big smile. Birdie, they introduced themselves, and proceeded to give him a bit of a get-to-know of what the group did; apparently, it was just people that liked to do art together and in a sort of guided way to cope. Hank was grateful that they didn't try to have him introduce himself to everyone, he hated when that happened, felt like highschool. Highschool was bad, he was an awkward, angsty teenager...

"Haven't seen you here before, first day?"

He was ripped away from his introspection by the person on the table beside his. Damn, why was everyone there so talkative?!

"Ah, sorry, it's cool if you don't like talking when you're creating-"

"No, no, it's fine," he waved his hands a bit with a tiny huff, "was just lost in thought, it's okay... yeah, first day."

"Nice, and how do you like it so far?"

"... well, the instructor is diagnosed artistic, so I think I'm in good hands..." His quip earned a bright laugh from the stranger.

"Yeah, Birdie's great! So whatcha makin'?"

He looked down to his hands at the question. What WAS he making?

"I dunno," he confessed with a sigh. "I came here to 'reclaim my creativity' as per my ex-wife, but now it's really dawned I'm terrible at drawing anything that's not formulas and I feel like an idiot."

The stranger's features softened. "Hey, don't. We're all searching for something here, some to get over a slump, some to cope in a healthy manner, some to perfect their skills, some to start learning at all. Honestly, don't worry too much about the result, no one here's gonna be an art critic or whatever, and everybody has thrown a tantrum over how their art ended up at least once. Table-neighbor tip? Start with something you like, make it an enjoyable process. Art's not supposed to be a chore. Let the creative juices run."

A slow smile spread across Hank's face, and he nodded.

"I like ants."

"Then do an ant."

It was more fun than he expected. A bit daunting at first, but he chose to make little ant sculptures with natural seed beads and wire, and had a really good time between discovering this new hobby and participating in the light banter of the attelier, not on important world emergencies, rather on how the paint water looked appetizing, and how hands were evil because they were hard to draw and sculpt.

By the end, everyone would showcase their creations, and Hank felt surprisingly proud of his ants; the class was so supportive too, making little comments and praises to the bead critters. Amidst all the positive energy, he felt his chest bubble, all warm inside, as a tiny smile quirked his lips. Maybe he could get used to this art thing.

Fin.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Scott and Hope’s child (Hank Jr. Edition)

Scott Lang/Hope van Dyne x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Scott and Hope have a baby girl (reader). And everything seems to be fine, but somewhere from the age of five, it becomes clear that the reader is a complete copy of her grandfather Hank Pym, that is: she is incredibly smart, she loves ants (she can talk about them for hours), she also has problems controlling anger (she hit a guy in the face at school for saying that ant-man sucks), thinks that there is no one smarter than her and her grandfather, and she also transferred his sarcastic communication style and views on things and people around, for example, when she first met Tony, she said: "You can never trust Stark."”

somewhere in the distant future a special kid was born

and that special kid had special parents and special grandparents

and those parents and grandparents were two generations of superheroes who saved countless lives (and, well, the world)

so it was no surprise to them that this next generation would be just as intelligent and caring as the ones before them

*cue a toddler with crayons in class*

“and then my grandpa asked the ants nicely to fly him to a bunch of different places and do all these cool things like move stuff around and like do other stuff” -you rambling on

“do you like anything besides ants?” -your teacher

“no” -you, continuing to draw ants on your paper

hank and janet were quite proud grandparents

and scott and hope, your wonderful amazing parents…couldn’t get enough of it

“honey, what about wasps? wasps are cool, right?” -hope

“no” -you

“she’s spending too much time with my dad” -hope

“well, he’s the only babysitter we’ve got since cassie got that new job” -scott

“oh, you mean our old job? yeah, miss those days where we could go flying around getting into trouble and beating people up” -hope

“well, you promised we’d retire so y/n wouldn’t end up with a childhood like yours” -scott

“y/n’s gonna want to be a superhero when they get older, arent they?” -hope

“let’s not think too far ahead. it might kill me” -scott

scott reads you his biography every night before bed

and you always giggle at the parts where your mom and grandpa bully him

“hey, not funny!” -scott

“so funny” -you

“dont get any ideas” -scott

“daddy, are you gonna get arrested again?” -you

“if i do it’ll be grandpa hank’s fault” -scott

you continued spending time with grandpa hank and grandma janet

and they spoiled the crap out of you

hank…got you an ant farm

“now you’re just being ridiculous, hank” -janet

“what? i’m just having some bonding time with my grandchild! hope never wanted anything to do with me growing up” -hank

once you started getting older, you wanted to hang out in grandpa’s lab allll the time. day and night

your parents hated it

“hey, think this one will suck us all into the quantum realm?” -scott

“it was one time!” -cassie

cassie was at hank and janet’s a lot, too, actually. they always wanted to help her with her suits and gadgets and all that

and make sure she had plenty of pym particles

“you have enough, right? here, take some more, i have plenty” -hank

“grandpa, please, i have more than enough, thank you” -cassie

“can i have some pym particles?” -you

“we can play with them in the backyard next time youre over” -hank

you draw new suit designs for cassie all the time

some of them she actually incorporates into her suits

and as you get older, you try to start designing more tech for her

“y/n is really scaring me” -hope

“why?” -scott

“just watch her and my parents together…they’re the same” -hope

“dear god, what have we done” -scott

“dad, look at this new pym particle powered weapon, i just finished the prototype!” -you

“okay, now i’m mad because where was this when i needed it!” -scott

“fifteen to twenty years too late” -hope

“we should have gotten together sooner” -scott

“i disagree” -hope

“wow, not even a pity agreement” -scott

asking your parents if they’ll get back into crime fighting

they said no

asking if you can get into crime fighting

they said no again

so you just kinda stockpiled all your ideas

and did everything you could to further your grandpa’s work

and help your sister

and keep your parents’ minds at ease (doesn’t really work)

and maybe one day you’ll be able to ride those ants and kick some ass like you always dreamed

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[brw]

brieuc, I'm glad you also do not have the fortitude to listen to the Cerebrocast's Trish Tilby episode, because I'm morbidly curious, but I just can't risk the psychic damage.

Also, for the record, I think I could JUST ABOUT do a ten hour podcast about Hank, but even then, I would struggle. 10 hours for Hepzibah is Zach Synder-esque bloat.

It's calling out to me like Green Goblin's mask. I'm so morbidly curious about it. I also apparently started listening to the Abigail Brand one but I never finished it and I can't remember anything about it, so I feel like I must have trauma-blocked it. Or maybe it was incredibly mediocre and forgettable, very possibly both.

And yeah, like could I do ten hours worth of material about Simon, or The Vision, or Janet van Dyne? Probably! But those are characters with, you know... appearances. Solo projects. Consistent title appearances. Some semblance of cultural relevance. Things to discuss in changes in culture and how that affects their depictions in comics, i.e. how the changing norms and relevance of certain genres in Hollywood has affected how Simon's career is depicted, how the changes in robots in fiction has affected Vision and how the rise of A.I. in our lives will likely affect The Vision, how the advent of the internet and people being able to see panels without context alongside the popularity of the Ultimates really killed any hope Janet had of being divorced from that panel in the headspace of most comic book readers and people moderately familiar with Janet, etc. And I'm not saying Hepzibah doesn't have that, I'm just saying that there are a lot of characters out there! Even just in the X-Men! And I just frankly think there are a lot more interesting and relevant characters to talk about for 10 hours than Hepzibah. I'm sorry if it offends anyone, maybe the episode is kino, although I have it from trusted sources it did ramble a lot, I just cannot get over the fact that there is someone out there in the world, two someone's, in fact, who have more to say about 128 appearance queen Hepzibah than they did 1195 appearance, second ever Marvel Comics character Namor.

[escapetodreamworld]

Alright! I saw the new antman, where are the Janet van dyne fics

[daisy4chain]

EMH Janet Van Dyne (Wasp): General HC

- In Janet’s eyes, you’re the bee’s knee’s!

- Or I guess... The WASP’S knee’s... haha...

- Janet is definitely an extrovert, but I feel she wouldn't have a preference between extroverted or introverted. 

- If your more extroverted, she’d love to take you out on the town, to parties and such. Maybe you can even meet and be friends with the Avengers too!

- If your more introverted, she’s perfectly fine with just doing one-on-one date activities, like watching movies, having a nice diner or playing a board game! She will probably still want you to meet the Avengers though.

- Kind of talks your ear off about the Avengers and all the missions they go on. She really just wants to share her day with you and maybe impress you a little with her crime fighting skills.

- She wants to hear about your day too though! Tell her all about your job and the little things you do, she’ll love it.

- Expect a lot of hugs from behind. She loves to sneak up behind you and give you hugs, especially while your working or doing something of the sort.

- Requires attention! So be sure to also give her some nice hugs and kisses.

- Probably comes up with cute little personal nicknames for you.

- Switches between being the big spoon and the little spoon, but probably prefers the little spoon. 

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Thief - Janet Van Dyne (EMH) x male!Reader

A/N: I hope this is good! I tried to make her as in-character as I could, so I tweaked the request just a teensy bit. I hope you still enjoy it, anon requester. Please let me know if I missed any warnings! Dividers by @/emmanexelle

Written for this request

CW: anger (not at Reader); Reader is a thief; Janet lands on Reader’s face; face-sitting (non-sexual?); asphyxiation; please ignore the amount of time Reader is being suffocated for the sake of the fic; dub-con (Reader is implied to want it, but never actually consents to it); light femdom (I think?); cock-rubbing; cock tease (?); bargaining with sexual favors; Reader is called a good boy; no use of Y/N

808 words

“Ugh!” Janet flies out of the building in a storm. “You stupid— I hate scientists!”

Stewing in her anger, she flies down the road, absently headed whichever way she pleases.

It’s not the first time she’s left in a huff. Once again, Hank was spending more time with his ants than her. Not that they were together or anything. Yet.

Janet’s plan to get Hank to confess his undying love to her was looking less and less realistic every passing day. It wasn’t that Hank seemed to like her any less. He just seemed to love his ants more and more.

It was getting to be too much.

Hence their argument today. It was really more of Janet complaining to Hank, and Hank ignoring her in favor of tinkering on a new device. It was infuriating.

So she left. Off to find something or someone who’d at least try to listen.

Right as she’s flying past a jewelry store, the alarms inside go off.

Janet stops, hovering in place. Hank would hate it, but it would help blow off some steam. And she’s always wanted to be a hero.

So in she flies.

The building seems empty. It’s not until she flies into the back room that she spots you. You’re hunched over a table, scooping diamonds into a small bag.

“Stop!” She shouts, shooting an electric blast at you.

You yelp and whirl around. You’re not wearing a mask like a normal robber. She can see your entire face; strong, rather handsome, in fact. Not that she’s looking or anything.

“What the…?” It’s clear you can’t see her, with her being so small and all.

She quickly changes back to regular size, crossing her arms over her chest. You lean back a bit, staring. “Where’d you come from?”

“None of your business,” she says firmly. “Now put the diamonds back.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Or what? You’re gonna zap me again? It barely stung.”

Janet aims at you again, and you put up your hands. “Fine, fine!”

You turn around and move as if to dump the diamonds onto the table. But instead you whirl back around and throw the bag at her. She catches it, giving you just enough time to lunge for the door.

“No!” She shouts, quickly turning small again.

You make it out of the back room and are almost around the counter when she slams into you. You crash to the floor at the same time she turns big again. Landing with her ass directly over your face.

You struggle, pushing at her, but she grabs onto you in a panic. Keeping herself in place. “Stop struggling!”

You groan, the sound muffled by her skin. But, surprisingly, you listen. You stop struggling, seeming to understand she’s not about to budge.

“That’s it.” She relaxes a little. Shifts her weight so she’s not crushing you as much. “Just be good. The cops will be here soon.”

The sound of sirens can already be heard in the distance. Briefly she wonders if Hank will be proud of her. Maybe he’ll finally pay her some attention.

More likely, he’ll scold her about superheroing.

Janet’s distracted from her thoughts by your hand grabbing hers.

“What…?” She’s annoyed until she realizes where she’s grabbed you. And how hard you are underneath her hand.

At first she’s disgusted. You’re into this? But your hand grips hers tightly, almost desperately, and she slowly arrives at the realization that she doesn’t actually mind.

“If I do this for you,” she says, “you have to promise not to run when the cops show up.”

You make a muffled sound under her, almost like a whimper. She takes it as an agreement.

Slowly she starts to rub at your bulge. Teasing the tip with her thumb. Watching with a slight smirk as your pants start to dampen. You start to make more whimpery sounds from under her.

The sound of sirens gets closer.

“That’s a good boy.” Janet continues rubbing at your cock. Part of her is… enjoying this. The power over you. “Remember, you promised not to run.”

A cop car pulls up outside the jewelry shop. Pulling her back into reality. Having the cops find you two in such a compromising position won’t be good for either of you. She pulls her hand away, quickly shifting back into small form.

You gasp, immediately rolling onto your side. You suck in breaths, coughing and wheezing. Your face red from lack of air.

Janet lands in front of your face and gives you a stern look. “No running.”

You just groan and nod. “Yeah, yeah.”

She turns to go, but you rasp out, “Wait!”

She pauses.

“What’s your name?”

A smile creeps across Janet’s face. “Wasp,” she replies. “Call me Wasp.”

With that, she flies away, leaving you to the police officers.

[avengerscompound]

T.E.S.T. Kitchen Infinity Comic

[itzsephig5]

Intro (Code Ghost: The Space Between)

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Doctor Y/n Lang, the younger sister Scott Lang, has been living on her own for a while now. She works alongside Doctor Bill Foster as she continues her studies on quantum physics when she is not working at the local children's hospital. Y/n also has a girlfriend, Ava Starr, who due to an accident when she was a kid, has molecular disequilibrium. Y/n and Ava deal with the fact that Ava can't touch Y/n at all, but they soon learn that there might be a way for Ava to not deal with this anymore. What happens when Y/n figures out that her brother might be the key into fixing her girlfriend.

What date is it:

August 5th, 2016

Characters:

Name: Y/n Lang (Dr. Lang)

Age: 25

Birthday: March 14th

Sibling: Scott Lang

Niece: Cassie Lang

Girlfriend: Ava Starr

Job: Doctor at a children's hospital, Biochemist

Name: Ava Starr (Ghost)

Age: 25

Birthday: September 7th

Girlfriend: Y/n Lang

Job: N/A

Name: Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Age: 43

Birthday: April 6th

Sibling: Y/n Lang

Child: Cassie Lang

Partner: N/A

Job: N/A

Name: Cassie Lang

Age: 11

Birthday: July 10th

Parents: Scott Lang, Maggie

Aunt: Y/n Lang

Name: Hope Van Dyne (Wasp)

Age: 41

Birthday: November 18th

Parents: Hank Pym, Janet Van Dyne

Partner: N/A

Job: N/A

Name: Hank Pym

Age: 67

Birthday: February 26th

Child: Hope Van Dyne

Wife: Janet Van Dyne

Job: N/A

Name: Janet Van Dyne

Age: 65

Birthday: June 1st

Child: Hope Van Dyne

Husband: Hank Pym

Job: N/A

Name: Bill Foster (Dr. Foster)

Age: 57

Birthday: July 30th

Partner: N/A

Job: Biochemist

Notes:

I do NOT own any of the Marvel characters that may show up in this story. The only this I own is the story plot. If there is anything that matches up with another story, please reach out and let me know, I am willing to change it. I am ONLY taking constructive criticism! I will not take any other forms of criticism. I am not sure about ages, so some of them are made up for the story and they fit for the plot. There are also other things like their birthdays that I might not know so I put random birthdays for them. Most of them I found through Google searches. The rating of this story is 16+

Warnings:

- Mature Content

- Swearing

- Violence

Overall Announcements:

- If you don't like how I write my stories or portray a character, then don't read my stories, simple as that

- I am ONLY taking constructive criticism! I will not take any other forms of criticism

- Just because you think something is cringy or weird doesn't mean everyone else does

- If you have any questions about my stories, please reach out to my Instagram (itzsephig5), I have no problem discussing any questions you might have and I'm always up to discuss any new ideas you all have for my stories as well

- PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM AN ADULT! I WRITE SOME THINGS THAT MIGHT NOT BE SUTIBLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18!! I was one of those people who thought at that age that if I read it, I would be fine. I know how you think

- I will not be putting warnings on each individual chapter as they are listed here in the intro. I will add any new warnings that may show up at the beginning of that chapter and will also add it to the warning list as well. If any of these warnings trigger you, please exit the story and find a different one to read

- THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL! NOT EVERYTHING IS ACCURATE TO THE MOVIES/SHOWS! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE COMMENTS LIKE "This is not how this is in the movies" OR "This is not how it is in *insert thing here*"

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[im00flynn]

Can you make a fic of maybe the reader being with Janet or Scott and when they see Kang he recognizes her maybe because they were lovers in another life? ����🏽👈🏽

In another life: Kang x Reader

Summary: The Request

Warnings: A bit of Angst but mostly Fluff

Well, this was a disaster. You've been sucked into the quantum due to a mishap with Cassie's invention.

Luckily for you, you weren't alone, Scott and Cassie were with you but no sign of Hank, Janet, and Hope.

"Where are we?" Cassie asked while looking at the realm.

"It looks like one of the world's beyond the void." Scott responds.

"We should start walking to try and find the others." You tell them.

They agree, and you start walking, hopefully able to find your other friends so you can go home.

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After what feels like forever we arrive at a small village like place.

"Who are you? what are you doing here?" A woman approaching us asks.

"I'm Scott, that's Cassie, and that's [Name]. We're looking for Janet Van Dyne." Scott tells the women.

"If you're looking for Janet, then he's looking for you. If he's looking for you, then you need to leave this place." She tells us with a worried expression on her face.

"Why? What's going to happen?" You ask, but before she can respond, an explosion erupts, and it knocks you out cold

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You wake up and realize you're no longer in the village but in a cell.

"[Name], are you okay? Scott asks you who is also in a cell a long with Cassie in the next cell over.

"I'm fine, where are we?" You ask them confused.

Before Scott or Cassie can respond, guards come to the cells and stop in front of yours.

"He has requested to see you." One of the robot guards tells you.

They open the door to your cell and grab your arms, taking you away to wherever it is. You're going.

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you enter a big room that has a great view overlooking the realm, Standing on a platform in the middle of the room is a man.

The man turns around and smiles at you.

"[Name], It's been so long since I last saw you." He tells you, leaving you confused.

"I know what you're thinking, Who is this guy? how does he know me? Well, I'm here to answer all your questions." He says, taking a step closer to you.

You look at him confused and a worried feeling forming in your stomach, "What do you want from me?" You ask him with a somewhat shaky voice, which you hope he doesn't notice. He did.

"Don't worry [Name], I will explain everything to you." He says with a soft smile, while he moves his had to cup your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"Have a seat so we can discuss what you're here for." He tells you, removing his hand and holding it out for you to take.

You take his hand, and he leads you to the big throne like chair and offers you to sit down.

You sit down still holding his hand, and he sits down next to you.

"Where should I begin?" He asks you.

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"An introduction would be nice." You told him, still scared to speak.

He smiles at your response, "Of course, I'm Kang, the ruler of the quantum realm." He tells you.

"What's your name?" He asks rhetorically, but you respond anyway.

"I'm [Name]." You respond, and he still smiles at you.

"Well [Name], I won't waste anymore time to explain why you're here." He states before clearing his throat getting ready to tell this story.

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"Many years ago, before I first came down to this realm, I was a scientist, I worked on many inventions and gadgets and gizmos, etcetera. Along the way, I met someone who was very special to me in many ways. Over time we got to know each other and we fell in love, unfortunately by the time our relationship was getting serious and I was ready to propose to them we got separated. One of my inventions malfunctioned, and it caused me to be trapped here and away from my partner forever, and that person was you." He tells you with a somber tone and a sad smile.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, causing him to look at you and give you a small smile.

"I may not be the [Name] you knew, But I'll be glad to be the [Name] you know now." You tell him.

You lean up to kiss his soft lips, and he kisses back, deepening the kiss.

You both pull away, and you rest your head on his shoulder while he rests his on top of yours.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fic! more Kang stories are on the way, so get ready for that! and thank you so much for all the love and support on my writing! ILYSM!!

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