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Hope stops him. âYou took the Quantum Tunnel all the way here?â
âYeah. I had to get you back somehow. I canât do this without you, you know.â
âYou did that for me?â
Scott stares at her, a dopey smile on his face because he really canât help himself. âWell, yeah. Iâm like, seriously in love with you in case you didnât know.â
Hope snorts. âSeriously?â
He grins at her. âSuper seriously. Like Iâve never been more serious in my life.â
[Or; Scott and Hope have a proper, emotional reunion after the battle in Endgame.]
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PERSON WHO COMMENTED A NICE THIBG ON SCOTTHOPE FIC COMMENTED AGAIN, WE UP
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOO WE LIVE FOR THAT PERSON, THEY'RE THE BEST
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itâs for scotthope fic hope <3 someoneâs anyways.
i see the word bald and i start frowing up
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2022 year in review
thanks for tagging me @quillsmora â¤ď¸
number of stories posted on AO3: 9
word count for this year: 129, 594. itâs actually insane how much i wrote in under six months
fandoms i wrote for: guardians of the galaxy + antman
pairings: starmora + scotthope
stories with the most:
kudos: songs that make sense (which makes me super happy because i love this fic so much)
bookmarks: songs that make sense (thatâs my most popular work in every sense, so iâm not surprised at all)
comment threads: make my wish come true (i attribute that to the fact i asked zoe and claire to leave comments on ao3 rather than on twt lol)
word count: make my wish come true (the story was supposed to be like 20k lol)
works Iâm most proud of:
â make my wish come true: i think the story is a lot of fun. i loved wiring all human au but also i just think the characters are are really funny, sweet and well written. i like the jokes i put in the fic and i love their development
â songs that make sense: okay sooo. this one is kind of special because itâs my head canon that gamora carries a lot of guilt. then again, itâs not really a head canon, is it? the movies talk about her guilt, but i donât think it was mentioned in depth. and because of my headcanon i genuinely believe she feels really guilty for pushing peter to go to ego (and she DID push him, sheâs the reason he went), and the fic focuses on her guilt. itâs a fresh take (i havenât read anything similar on ao3), and itâs a very important perspective (#tome). plus the fic was inspired by a line from castle, and we all know how much i love the show. this fic is a tiny connection between my two favorite fictional worlds <3
â this one means forever: itâs unpublished yet (iâm still writing it) but⌠iâm so proud. itâs a very special, very emotional (well, hopefully) one shot. if i manage to make the ending as emotional as it is in my head, i will be beyond happy. also the fic is my connection to lucifer, and itâs another tv show that holds a special place in my heart. i canât wait for everyone to read this story, though im scared to post the link on twitter so i might not even tell anyone, i donât know.
works iâm least proud of:
â rewrite the stars: just something about it gives me the ick, i canât even explain it
â road trip fic iâm working on now: just something is so wrong. iâm still wiring and havenât started editing, but the first draft is terrible. i think i would have to ask friends to read the first few chapters before i post to make sure itâs even readable
share or describe a favorite review you received: i always screenshot reviews that are anything but generic âi loved the chapter, thank youâ. shanâs review to the first chapter of make my wish come true is very special + review by sharkinterviewee to wicked games.
itâs not really a review but zoeâs tweet âkate could write a starmora grocery store fic and ill be investedâ. itâs one of my lock screens and i always look at it when im feeling down
a time when writing was really, really hard: i post only when the story is fully written, so if itâs hard then i will just stop writing until i feel better. but posting make my wish come true was so freaking hard, and it was one of the reasons why i left twitter. christmas + anything gotg related messed up with my head a lot, and having a christmas starmora fic was even worse. i took a break from anything gotg and genuinely contemplated deleting make my wish come true. december wasnât fun </3
a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: starmora smut. i havenât posted the fic yet but i was really surprised when i finished the fic
a favorite except of your writing: ohhh thatâs a fun question. i have a few, but iâm too lazy to post it now, so ill post screenshots on twitter instead đ
how did you grow as a writer this year: well iâm pretty sure i make way less grammatical and punctuation mistakes than i did when i started lol. ty to people who donât mind those and are understanding of my english as a second language situation <3
how do you hope to grow next year: itâs silly but i want to write a 100k words story. i hope to accomplish this goal
who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer: two things, honestly: support on twt and actual books. i got back into reading and definitely stole some tropes, some situations, and some lines. but also gotg hive. iâm beyond grateful to claire for her support with make my wish come true, as i truly believe sheâs the biggest supporter of the fic and she always made me smile with her comments and excitement. also zoe because i still have screenshots from that one evening we talked about the fic, and her support meant so much (again, posting the fic was really hard). and shan, bff ur âseatedâ tweets made me smile so much.
anything from your real life show up in your writing: i wrote an entire fic about my favorite croissant place soâŚ
any projects youâre looking forward to starting in the new year: i REALLY want to write the spy au (set in space). i hope i can do it! but for now my main focus is finishing the road trip story, this one means forever, and writing couple outtakes for make my wish come true and i want crazy
tag writers: i donât check tumblr at all so i donât know if youâve done it already but if you havenât and want to go ahead @enigma731
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Thank you kindly for the tag @thatonebasicfan !!
Three Ships: ScottHope, DinBo/BoDin, TedBecca
First Ever Ship: I guess it was from a Mexican telenovela - Juan del Diablo/MĂłnica from CorazĂłn Salvaje (1993).
Last Song: âTonight, Tonightâ by The Smashing Pumpkins
Last Movie: Oceanâs Eight
Currently Reading: The Princess and The Scoundrel by Beth Revis, Brotherhood by Mike Chen
Currently Watching: jumping from The Unbereable Weight Of Massive Talent to Riddick just because đ
Currently Consuming: DinBo/BoDin fics đ
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Three ships:Â Anne Shirley/Gilbert Blythe, Vicky Austin/Adam Eddington, Sam Gamgee/Rosie Cotton
First ever ship:Â probably Anne/Gilbert (I don't really remember)
Last song/album is:Â Bag End by Howard Shore (from The Fellowship of the Ring)
Last movie: National Treasure 2
Currently reading:Â A Ring of Endless Light by Madeleine L'Engle
Currently watching:Â Brother wrangled me into watching The Mandalorian with him last night, so I suppose that.
Currently consuming: A 500ml bottle of water.
Currently craving:Â Sleep.
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if i could fly
summary: Scottâs freshman year in college is going like pretty much any other - his roommate is a little eccentric, he has a huge crush on the girl sitting next to him in his bioengineering lecture, and he absolutely canât stand their professor. Meanwhile, Hope is just wondering when she can have a moment for herself, when to tell Scott that she knows and she feels the same way, and when heâs going to realize that sheâs Dr. Pymâs daughter.
a/n: Fic title is from the song If I Could Fly by One Direction because I need to stop picking songs from before 1988. Also, this fic is slightly more of a Hope character study than a Scott/Hope fic, but they're still a very central part of the plot!
word count: 8.1k | ao3
The moment that Scott and Hope met was...memorable, to say the least - Scott practically fell right through the doors of the lecture hall, stumbled over his own feet, and stubbed his toe on the back row of seats. Every last person turned to look at him, because on top of everything else, he was ten minutes late (he blamed Luis for convincing him that he âdidnât need an alarm, man!â).
He sheepishly made his way down the stairs, scanning every row for an empty seat, his heart sinking when he realized the entire hall was at full capacity, save for one seat at the very front. He felt decidedly more optimistic once he laid eyes on the girl who would be sitting next to him. âSorry,â he whispered, sliding past her to sit down. She merely huffed and waved him off. Good start, Scott, he internally berated himself, and cracked open his textbook, quietly wondering if she already thought he was a completely hopeless case. Everyone went back to their own books and laptops, but he could still feel the professorâs eyes trained on him, judging him in stone-faced silence.
It wasnât until they took a short break between lecture slides that Scott decided to try for a second first impression; if nothing else, he knew it would help to find an accountability partner for each of his classes (and not one who told him he didnât need to set an alarm, Luis). âHey, Iâm Scott,â he offered.
The girl turned to look at him, allowing for a far better look at her face - mid-length dark hair, inquisitive brows, and a piercing gaze, her eyes similar in their shade of hazel-green to his. âHope,â she said shortly, turning back to her screen. âDr. Pym hates latecomers.â
âYeah, I figured,â he chuckled sheepishly. âYouâve taken a class with him before?â
An odd smirk formed on her face, a quirk in the corner of her mouth that only intrigued him further. âSure.â
âI read some pretty bad reviews of him, but heâs the only one who teaches some of the 300-level stuff I need. Wanted to get onto his good side early, but now it might be outta the question,â he continued, undeterred. âAny suggestions?���
âI know itâs bioengineering, but itâs not rocket science. Show up on time, do the readings, study for thirty hours a day. You just might scrape by,â she drawled.
âWell, when you put it like that,â Scott said, leaning back in his seat with a grin. âAnd while youâre giving advice, whereâs the best place to study on campus?â
Hope finally looked at him again, her eyes flickering briefly across his face; he felt like he was being evaluated for something, but what, he couldnât be quite sure. âMain library, third floor, by the windows. Iâm usually there on Sunday mornings by ten, since everyone else is still sleeping.â
He met her gaze, his smile spreading. âGood to know.â
Once class was over, Hope remained in her seat until the entire room was empty, save for Dr. Pym at the front, packing up his things. âAny potential takers, or were you too busy batting your eyelashes at the boy sitting beside you?â
Hope rolled her eyes, shutting her laptop with a snap. âDonât patronize me, Dad, I can have a life outside of your recruitment program. Why donât you offer internships like every other CEO-slash-professor?â
âBecause Iâm not like other CEOs-slash-professors,â Hank insisted; Hope had to choke back her laugh at how absurd he sounded. âWhat, you think Iâm going to stick just any random intern in the Ant-Man suit? No!â
She clicked her tongue dismissively, hoisting her bag onto her shoulder, and began making her way up the stairs to the exit. âIf you ask me, Scott seems like the best choice.â
âFor me, or for you?â he called. All he got in response was the loud clunk of the doors swinging shut.
Hope was not one to be told what to do, and never had been. Sheâd been a stubborn child, a stubborn teenager, and despite her parentsâ best efforts, became a stubborn young adult. Despite Hopeâs best efforts, however, she ended up following in their footsteps anyway, contrary to her bouts of teenage rebellion. Sheâd gone through her phases of wanting to be a veterinarian, a writer, a martial arts instructor, but ultimately found herself right back in the sciences under the loving tutelage of her genius parents. Still, now that she was in college, or more specifically, the college her parents taught at, she refused to tell people they were related. She had no intention of letting people immediately form opinions of her that she didnât have control of. It didnât help that Hank was constantly hovering over her shoulder like he didnât already keep tabs on her phoneâs GPS or put sensors in her car (which he didnât know that she knew about).
âCan you not let our daughter be a normal student without dragging her into another one of your schemes?â Janet had protested when Hank first brought up his recruitment plans. âJust get an intern, Henry!â
Now, Hope sat at her favorite table in the library, drumming her pencil against its surface, considering all the things her father had told her to look for. Someone clever, hardworking, focused, adaptive. She couldnât help but scoff at the last attribute heâd asked for - in other words, someone who will listen to you no matter what, Hope had wanted to say. Typical. She wasnât even sure why Hank was looking for a successor, given that he and Janet had retired from their other lives by the time she was sixteen, but she knew questioning him about it would only lead to another eventual shouting match. Nothing made him happier than finding something to be angry about.
âHey.â She looked up, both startled and pleased to see Scott smiling back at her. âFancy seeing you here. Mind if I join you?â
She gestured for him to take the chair across from hers. âPlease,â she said, finding his grin infectious and returning it with a small one of her own. âDonât tell me youâre already having trouble with the material.â
âDr. Pym sure has some different ideas about what a âfirst weekâ looks like,â he sighed, unloading what seemed like the entire contents of his book bag onto the table. âThe guyâs smart, but someoneâs gotta tell him to relax.â Hopeâs brow shot up at the offhand comment - maybe it was a strike against Scott for Hankâs purposes, that he wasnât capable of meeting his demands. For her purposes, however, anyone who was willing to call out her dadâs...quirks was a person worth getting to know.
She reached across the table for his workbook. âMay I?â At his nod, she pulled it towards her, scanning across the pages. âFor someone whoâs complaining, you seem to know what youâre doing.â
âI like learning about this kind of stuff, itâs just his teaching style. Dudeâs gotta lighten up,â Scott shrugged, though his cheeks warmed at her sort-of compliment. âHey, I never asked, whatâre you majoring in?â
âBiochem, minor in commerce,â she replied. âYou?â
âEngineering,â he said, taking his workbook back from her. âSo I guess we wonât see much of each other outside of some general sciences stuff.â
âI wouldnât say that,â she hummed. They exchanged somewhat shy smiles over the top of her laptop before resuming their work in comfortable, amiable silence.
Later that afternoon, she returned to the family townhouse - situated close to campus, where Hank and Janet (and now Hope) lived while they taught during the fall and spring semesters - with a slight spring in her step, feeling oddly optimistic. Hope had never put too much stock into relationships of any kind, preferring to focus more on herself, but she found Scott charming in a way she wanted to explore further. As for Hankâs intentions -
âWhere have you been?â
âReally, Dad? What am I, seven years old?â Hope kicked off her shoes and hung up her jacket in the hall closet, deliberately keeping her back to him. âI was studying at the library, okay? Nothing scandalous.â
âDonât give me attitude, Hope, it was just a question,â Hank grouched. âYou got some time to join me in the lab? I have something to show you.â
âFine,â she sighed, following him down into the basement suite, which Hank had transformed into a condensed version of his far more advanced laboratory at Pym Technologies. âWhatâs this about?â
Naturally, he didnât answer, instead leading her to the back of the room where he kept all of his ant specimens. Hope tapped gently on the glass in greeting, and some of them wriggled their antennae back at her; she smiled, knowing it was really Hank whoâd told them to. He then moved to knock on the back wall, a hollow metallic echo resonating back to them. Slowly, it slid open, revealing a glass display case behind it, illuminated so brightly that she could barely make out what was inside.
âOf course you have a secret door - wait, is that...is that a new suit?â
Hope moved closer, all the dry wit in her tone gone, now replaced with wonderment in her eyes as she stared at the unfamiliar suit before her. She could tell by the shape of its chestplate and the width of its hips that it was for a feminine figure, but it didnât look anything like her motherâs suit. It was a silver-gold unlike Janetâs red; it was sleeker, a little more modern in comparison. She turned to look at her father in disbelief.
Hank smiled. âCongratulations on getting into college, honey.â
Hope let out a quiet gasp, then flung her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. âDad,â she breathed, tears forming in her eyes. âHow long have you been working on this?â
âLong enough,â he said, sounding both world-weary and proud, and he wrapped his arms around her in return. âHope, thatâs why I wanted you to help find my successor. Theyâre going to be your partner.â
She let go of him and stepped back. âWhat?â
âI know better than to pick for you,â Hank chuckled, rocking back on his heels. âMade the mistake of trying to tell you which extracurriculars to take when you were younger, and we all know how that turned out. But this is important, Hope. For me, sure, but really, for you.â
She walked back up to the case, splaying her palm open against the glass, still starry-eyed. âPartner,â she repeated.
âSo, did you find anyone yet?â
Hope thought back to half an hour ago when sheâd left Scott in the library, how easy it had been to work and chat and laugh with him, how she wasnât quite ready to leave when she did. Then she tried to picture him standing in her fatherâs lab, the two of them arguing over the schematics of the suit, or the formulas they used, or just anything, really. She internally blanched.
âNo, not yet.â
Sunday mornings at the library very quickly became a thing for Hope and Scott, where she stopped being surprised by his arrival (he made a point of promptly being there by ten) and he stopped needing to ask whether he could join her. He soon learned what her coffee order was, too, making a habit of bringing her a drink and a danish or donut, somehow always knowing which one she wanted every single time.
âGood memory,â he had shrugged when she asked him one time how he remembered sheâd been craving something cherry-flavored, watching in astonishment as he deposited a small paper bag of a sugar-coated cherry strudel beside her laptop. Her first bite was more satisfying than she expected, trying not to make a show of it while he watched her with a sort of half-smile and a soft twinkle in his eyes.
Even stranger was the first time Hope ever saw Scott outside of the classroom or the library: at the on-campus gym, of all places, circling a punching bag. She took a moment to admire his arms (and silently criticize his footwork) before approaching him. âYou really need to work on your form.â
He startled slightly at the sound of her voice, then laughed once he realized it was her. âYeah, Iâm not - Iâm more of a runner type of guy, not a boxer. Didnât know you were here, too.â
âI was over at the weight machines and I thought I saw a familiar face, though more sweaty than Iâm used to,â she teased, walking around the bag so they were face-to-face. âI think you could use some advice.â
âYou know this stuff?â he asked.
âIâve been doing martial arts since I was eight,â she replied, shrugging easily.
âDidnât know that.â He briefly bent to pick up his water bottle and take a long, generous swig; Hope briefly averted her eyes, not wanting to become too fixated on the way his throat moved while he did.
âThere are a lot of things you donât know about me,â she said instead, gesturing for him to follow her over to the mats. She then came to a standstill in the middle, holding up both of her hands so her palms were facing him. âGloves off. Show me how to punch.â
âI was in - I mean, I know how to punch,â Scott hedged. She narrowed her eyes at his hesitation. Finally, with a sigh, he got into position, then threw a couple of punches, striking her hands half-heartedly.
âTerrible,â she said, lowering her arms, though she kept her tone light.
âYou wanna show me how to - â Scott let out a noise he wasnât proud of as Hope knocked him right in the chest. He fell head over heels quite literally, stumbling backward over his own feet. âOh - â
âYou asked.â Hope put her hands on her hips, smirking at Scottâs half-impressed, half-terrified expression. âCome on, back to work.â
After an hour-long impromptu bootcamp, they were both drenched in sweat and sore to the bone, him far more so than her. On their way to their respective locker rooms, Scott decided to strip off his T-shirt entirely, causing several heads to turn their way. He grinned when he noticed Hope keeping her chin a little too high in the air, her eyes practically glued to the ceiling. âWhatâs up?â
âNo one likes a show-off,â she huffed, disappearing into the womenâs showers.
The two of them ended up going to a hole-in-the-wall dive that was about a five-minute drive outside of the university campus, the kind of place that Hope admittedly would have never tried herself, having spent her life going to restaurants with more than one crystal chandelier and waiters that had been calling her âmaâamâ since she was five. She remembered sitting between her parents, tugging uncomfortably at the runs in her tights, barely able to follow the conversation happening with the executive or researcher or whoever happened to be their plus one for the night who sat across the table from her, occasionally cooing at her like she was a newborn baby. Scott, meanwhile, looked right at home sitting across from her on a scratched-up booth bench that had certainly seen better days, his arm thrown over the back, his other hand drumming out an offbeat rhythm on the tableâs surface. There was a quiet confidence to him that she very much envied, the ease in the slump of his shoulders painting a stark contrast to the tightness in hers.
âSo what donât I know about you?â
Hope was taken aback. âWhat?â
âYou said thereâs a lot I donât know about you, and I canât not ask after you say something like that,â he chuckled. âLike, what made you do martial arts as a kid? Whyâre you majoring in science and minoring in business? What classes have you taken with Dr. Pym?â
She winced a little at the last one. âWhy do you want to know?â she asked. âIs it because - â
âJust curious,â he said, holding up his hands defensively. âBut if you donât wanna tell me, itâs cool. Iâve got my secrets, too.â
âReally, because you seem almost too transparent,â she said dryly. She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, then regretted it instantly when she realized how sticky it was. âMartial arts is something my parents thought would be important for me to learn, I want to - â destined to, more like, she thought â - work at a scientific research company, and Dr. Pym used to do summer workshops for high school students.â
He nodded slowly, absorbing her words, the words that she knew were half-truths at best, lies of omission at worst. Then: âIâve been learning how to do close-up magic.â
âWhat,â she repeated, though flatly this time. He leaned in, his face startlingly close to hers, and she felt his fingers briefly brush against her earlobe before he triumphantly brandished a quarter in her face, his grin impossibly wide.
âI guess itâs not really a secret, but Iâm getting pretty good at it,â he said, taking her hand and unfurling her fingers so he could press the coin into her palm. His hands were warm, his fingers unusually calloused for someone who supposedly didnât work with much more than a keyboard. Hope wanted to ask, but she wasnât even sure what to ask. She hadnât exactly forgotten his comment earlier, either, whatever he was going to say before failing spectacularly at punching. Maybe his secrets were like hers - not shameful, exactly, just not something he wanted to talk about yet.
âIâm impressed.â She half-closed her hand around his, then leaned back so she felt like she could breathe again. âSo is that just for fun, or...â
âYou could say that.â He averted his eyes a little too quickly, finally sliding his hand away, back to his side of the table. âIâm still trying to figure out what kinda stuff Iâm into, what I wanna do in like, life. I know, I know, itâs the most...typical college student stuff. But thatâs what itâs all about, right? Figuring out who we are?â
âGoing to the gym on a regular basis is definitely a good place to start,â she mused. âWhat else have you been doing?â
âHavenât really had the chance to do much in the last three or so years,â he said mysteriously, resuming his drumming against the table. âAnd hey, I could use a personal trainer.â
Before Hope could reply, her phone went off. She glanced at Scott apologetically before looking down at her screen, groaning when she realized who it was. âDad, Iâm - no, Iâm out right now, I canât - Iâll be home - Dad, seriously - â
While she talked, keeping her voice low and her mouth covered, Scottâs gaze wandered off around at the gaudy posters and neon signs, the leaky ceiling and the rusty window panes, before his eyes went back to her. Her hair was still somewhat damp, her brows were knitted together in clear frustration, and he could see the slight chipping of her fingernails, probably from the rough-and-tumble theyâd had earlier. Scott wanted to take her hand again, to find some other magic trick or silly excuse that would allow him to do so without weirding her out. That is, he hoped she wasnât put off by what he knew was his sometimes strangeness, little things and moments of âimmaturityâ, as his ex had so nicely called it (and it was nice of her, considering some of the things her current boyfriend had to say about him). He turned away when she started to hang up, certain that his face felt just the slightest bit warmer than it had a moment ago.
âIs he expecting you home right now?â Scott asked once she pocketed her phone. âIf you have to go - â
âIâm just fine where I am,â Hope said shortly, though her expression softened once their eyes met again. âWhat were you saying about a personal trainer?â
âWell, if youâre up to spending more time with meâŚâ He trailed off, looking at her expectantly.
âI guess it couldnât hurt,â she teased, grinning. Once more, they found themselves exchanging promising glances, barely breaking eye contact, even when their waiter came around with a plastic basket of oily nachos.
âSo, Iâve been meaning to tell you something.â
âThat doesnât sound good.â
âItâs not - well.â
They were about two months into the semester, with the weather gradually getting colder and crisper, and classes getting progressively harder and deceptively longer. Scott and Hope were bundled in their thickest coats and walking across campus together, coffee and buttery pastries in hand, on their way to Hankâs class. It had become routine for them, to the point where Scottâs roommate teased them every time she dropped by their dorm.
âHey, Hope,â Luis would say with a knowing grin. Then heâd turn into the room and call, âScotty, your girlâs here to walk you to class!â, much to Scottâs embarrassment. Ruddy-cheeked, he would always push past Luis and mutter unintelligibly under his breath, then gesture for Hope to follow him far, far away.
âLuis and I actually knew each other before coming here,â Scott said. Strangely enough, he seemed to be avoiding her eyes. âWe, uh, we met in jail?â
Hope stopped in her tracks. âIs that a question?â she said shortly, her breath stuck in her throat, fearing the absolute worst. âWhat were you in for?â
âTheft,â he admitted. She internally exhaled, though she remained wary. âFew months after graduating high school, my girlfriend got pregnant. I was doing an internship at a security company to save up for college, and then, yâknow, the baby. All I saw were these guys in nice suits, bragging about vacation homes, golf scores, the usual. But then I heard âem talking about screwing over their customers, skimming money from their accounts. Figured it wouldnât hurt to steal it back. Got caught, dumped, thrown into prison - in that order. I was let out early on good behavior, but if I wanna meet my daughter, my ex says I gotta prove that Iâve changed.â
Hope fiddled with the sleeve of her coffee cup, wearing away at the thin cardboard until the edges began to fray. â...oh.â
âI just didnât want you to hear about it from someone else,â Scott continued, shooting her a strained smile. âI wanna be there for my daughter, I wanna be a good person. Honest, reliable...all that.â
She cleared her throat, giving him a small smile of her own. âWhatâs her name?â
âCassie,â he said quietly.
âThatâs a pretty name.â Her eyes dropped to the lid of her coffee cup for a moment, contemplating. âFrom what I can tell, Scott, youâre already honest. You just need more focus. Once your ex sees that, how badly you want to see Cassie...itâll happen.â
âI sure hope so,â he said, his eyes softening. âThanks for, uh, for hearing me out.â
She nodded. âOf course.â
Hankâs class was the usual long-winded lecture, filled with convoluted definitions and complex equations. Near the end, he handed back one of their reports before dismissing them. Hope immediately had to stash hers in her bag the moment she laid eyes on it, realizing heâd written excellent work, proud of you at the top of the front page, right next to her A-grade. Hank had never been one to express sentiment through writing (Janet had once shown Hope the love letters heâd written to her when they were young; they both had a good laugh at his earnest, but ultimately poor attempts), and it made her tear up a little at the last three words. Still, she didnât want Scott to see. Scott looked confused at her erratic behavior, but merely grinned his easygoing grin and said his goodbyes, once again leaving her alone in the lecture hall with Hank.
âYouâre getting pretty close to Lang, arenât you?â he commented, eyeing her knowingly.
âWeâre friends,â she replied tightly. âYou donât have to punish him for whatever imaginary rivalry youâve got going in your head, by the way. Iâve seen the marks youâve given him. Heâs smarter than you literally give him credit for.â
âYou know, I just canât tell if you want him to be your partner or not,â Hank scoffed. âYouâve told me about his many supposed good qualities - his intelligence, memory, agility - and yet you also tell me you havenât found anyone - â
âI just havenât, okay?â Hope interrupted. âJust - Dad, can you please just let me live my life, separate from yours?â
âThen why did you enroll in the very school that your mother and I work at? Why didnât you go clear across the country like every other teenager?â Hank retorted, folding his arms across his chest.
âSometimes, I really donât know.â With that, Hope turned and stormed out of the lecture hall in a huff, some of her residual childish temper still lingering inside. Hank stood there, staring after her with the same fire in his eyes, simultaneously loving and hating the fact that sheâd turned out to be a little too much like him.
Hope found herself spending more time in the gym or Scottâs dorm room than her familyâs townhouse as the semester dragged on, avoiding her fatherâs stern looks and her motherâs placating smiles. She knew she was being immature about the whole ordeal, but it was hard not to feel stifled and cornered into bursts of anger when it seemed like they were constantly sitting on her shoulders. Something about seeing all the other college students going around campus, getting to truly be themselves for the first time, made her burn with a quiet envy she didnât realize she had.
âI know it sounds like the dumbest thing to complain about, but Iâm so sick of my parents always...being there,â Hope admitted one afternoon while she and Scott were sprawled across his tiny bedroom floor, lazily making their way through their homework. After heâd opened up about his time in jail, she wanted to return the favor and tell him more about herself, though she still tried to keep it as vague as possible. âItâs not like I want them gone or anything, but sometimes I wish it was like when I was little, and theyâd go on business trips out of the blue. Iâd be at home with a sitter for weeks at a time, wondering if theyâd ever come back. Now, I...almost want that distance again. Just enough so I donât feel like I have to live up to something.â
Scott hummed thoughtfully, his head tilted in a way she somehow found more charming than cloying. âHave you told them how you feel? Iâm sure theyâd wanna know if they were pressuring you, they sound like good parents.â
âIf you knew them, youâd know it isnât that simple,â she sighed.
âCan I? Meet them, I mean,â he added.
She quirked an eyebrow. âAnd...why do you want to meet my parents, exactly?â Scott could only look at her dumbfoundedly, as if heâd just realized the weight of what he was asking for. Hope smiled, shuffling closer to rest her elbows on top of his knees, her bright-eyed gaze meeting his. âIs it because - â
Scott kissed her before she could finish her sentence. She let out a startled noise before returning the kiss, pleased that she hadnât been imagining things, that it wasnât just her wishful thinking that heâd been offhandedly flirting with her for the past few months.
Knock knock. âHey, Scotty - â before either of them had time to react, the door swung open to reveal Luis standing there with a plastic bag overloaded with takeout containers â - whoa, whatâs going on?â
Scott broke the kiss first, shooting her a faux-stern look. âReally, Hope? I thought we were here to study and then you go around kissing me like that, honestly - â
âYou are so full of shit, Scott,â she retorted without missing a beat, half-sighing and half-laughing in exasperation. She moved to gather up her things from around the room, pointedly keeping her back to Luis, who was snickering behind his hand. âI should get going, I promised my mom Iâd hang out with her tonight.â
âWait, Iâll walk you out,â Scott called as she swept past him. He got to his feet and grabbed his room key, then turned to fix Luis with a pointed stare. âDude.â Luis merely shrugged, chuckling, and sat down at his desk like nothing had happened.
âI mean it, I have to get going,â Hope said, though she was still waiting for Scott while he closed the door behind him. âMomâs probably waiting for me.â
âSorry about, yâknow, him,â Scott said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. The two of them quickly fell into step like they always did, walking down the hall to the building doors. âI meant it, though. I havenât really had a relationship with my parents since I got sent to jail, so...itâd be cool to meet yours. AndâŚâcos of the other thing.â
âSomeday,â she hummed noncommittally. âAnd the âother thingâ? Iâm not sure what you mean. I thought we were here to study.â
âNow whoâs full of it?â he grinned, coming to a stop right in front of the exit. He leaned in, his nose brushing against hers; she was the one to close the gap this time. âHave a good time with your mom.â
âHave a good time with your...Luis,â Hope said, smirking in the way he adored, and she disappeared through the doors. Scott stood there for a moment longer just to chuckle to himself, shaking his head in awe, before returning to his room.
Once Hope returned home, she quickly changed into her workout clothes and went down into the other half of the basement suite - the makeshift gym - to find Janet already there, working with the speed bag. It was one of their rare nights alone together since Hank was doing a talk at a conference two towns over. According to a string of text messages heâd sent them both, it was âone of the most inane thingsâ heâd ever done and reportedly made him miss the days of endless bureaucratic SHIELD meetings. âSorry Iâm late,â Hope said by way of greeting.
âThatâs alright. You have a good time with Scott?â Janet asked, stopping to grin at her daughter.
âDonât,â Hope sighed. âI already get enough of that from Dad, I donât need to hear it from you.â
âSpeaking of your father...I told him to stop asking you about that whole partner thing, and...he agreed.â Janet nodded at Hopeâs surprised expression. âYou donât need that going on during your very first semester of college. Youâve already got plenty to worry about.â
Hope smiled gratefully. âThanks, Mom. I donât want you guys to think I donât want this, you know Iâve been wanting my own suit my entire life. But...this isnât just something I can ask of someone out of nowhere. And I need someone who can be my partner, not his. I need time.â
âI know, jellybean,â Janet said, her voice soft. âEven then...you just focus on yourself, alright?â
âEasier said than done,â Hope sighed. âMaybe Dadâs right. Maybe I shouldâve just gone to school somewhere else. Make my life my own for a little while instead of getting angry at you both for...well, for being good parents.â
âOh, HopeâŚâ Janet removed her gloves entirely so she could properly wrap her arms around her daughter, bringing her in for a tight hug. âWe are so proud of you already, you have to know that. We donât need you to be perfect, we just need you to be yourself. And if you need some space so you can do that, take it, okay? No matter what your father says.â
âYou know he wouldnât like it if I left,â Hope chuckled, burrowing her face into Janetâs shoulder. âBoth of you would be calling me every single day.â
âWe would, wouldnât we?â Janet chuckled. âBut seriously, jellybean, promise me you wonât be worrying about what we think. Let it be about you.â
Hopeâs smile broadened, and she stepped back to meet her motherâs gaze, bright and wise and warm. âThank you,â she said quietly. âI will.â
Another week went by, then two, then a few more, and suddenly, it was the day before Scott and Hopeâs last final, which happened to be for Hankâs class. They were studying in the library, occasionally looking up to exchange warm smiles before returning to their notes, Scott playfully nudging Hopeâs foot underneath the table every now and then, basking in the comfortable silence.
Then: âSo, my ex called today.â
Once again, Hope found herself caught by surprise. âOh?â
âWe made a deal,â Scott continued, flipping the page of his textbook, making a point of not lifting his head to meet Hopeâs steely-eyed gaze. âIf I get at least Bs in all my classes and get a job or an internship or something in the next six months, I can see Cassie as often as I want.â
âThat sounds reasonable. Youâre getting As in all of your classes, Scott,â she pointed out.
âYeah, but itâs the job thing Iâm worried about. You know how hard it is for ex-cons to find work? Especially for a guy who got jail time for messing with his last workplace?â He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. âI wanna be responsible, I wanna be there for her, but...Iâm basically screwed.â
Hope chewed her bottom lip in deep thought, guilt beginning to settle a little too comfortably in the pit of her stomach. The solution was right there, right in front of her face, while Scott was completely unaware there even was a solution to be had. Part of her wanted to be selfish, to keep Scott to herself, to not let her parents take over yet another aspect of her life. All she could think about was Scottâs irritation with Hankâs personality and Hankâs vitriol for Scottâs...existence. At the same time, considering how things were going, the tip-toeing progression of their relationship that was moving (in her opinion) at just the right pace, he was going to find out eventually, wasnât he?
âI can get you a position at Pym Technologies,â she finally said, closing her laptop so she could look him straight in the eye. âWhen can you start?â
âWait, what? How? Dr. Pym didnât say anything about internships - â
âNeither did I. And heâs been looking for a while now, he just didnât want people to know.â
Scottâs brow furrowed further. âThen...how did you find out about it?â
Hope sucked her breath in between her teeth. âIâm his daughter.â
Scottâs mouth almost comically dropped open, gaping at her like a fish. Just as quickly, his jaw then clicked shut, clenching tight. Hope had never seen his eyes grow so cold; she shivered. âHope.â
âScott, I - â
âHope,â he repeated. âCome on, why didnât you tell me? All semester, Iâve been talking so much crap about Dr. Pym, and this whole time youâve been listening to me, and, and...and lying to me?â She glanced briefly over his shoulder to see students at the other tables beginning to turn and stare at them, but he didnât seem to notice.
âI know it was wrong, okay, and for that, Iâm sorry,â she said quietly. âBut...you have to know why I did it, Scott. Iâve spent my whole life being told that my parents are geniuses, and that I have to live up to those expectations and be one myself. I have to be well-rounded but focused, social but disciplined, all these...things that eventually became too much for me. Iâm better at balancing all those things now, but I still wanted just one thing to be my own, and...I wanted it to be you. I didnât want you to think anything of me because of them, but...I guess I was the only one who didnât think this through. It was selfish. I was selfish.â
âNo, itâs not - â Scott inhaled sharply, then reached across the table to take her hand and give it a brief squeeze. â - itâs not selfish, I mean, I get it. I didnât want you to know about my criminal past for sort of the same reason. First impressions, right? Having all these ideas about a person before you actually get to know them.â He smiled in the sort of crooked way that made her let go of the breath she didnât realize she was still holding. âSo uh, were you serious about that Pym Tech internship thing?â
Hope chuckled, simultaneously burnt out from worry and relieved by Scottâs easygoing acceptance. âJust like that, huh?â
âSure,â he shrugged. âAnd at least it explains why Dr. Pym seems to side-eye me more than anyone else. I didnât think I was doing that bad.â
She smiled, her shoulders finally relaxing, and glanced down briefly to their still-intertwined fingers. âIt might be a little more...involved than you might expect, but I think you can handle it. Also, I never said it was an internship.â
Hankâs final went about as smoothly as expected, which was to say it didnât go smoothly at all. The problem wasnât the test itself; both Hope and Scott were diligent students with a good understanding of the material, but there was a tension in the lecture hall that hadnât existed before. Scott took one look at Hank, now having mentally labelled him as Hopeâs father, and it made him more nervous than the essay questions ever would.
âSomething wrong, Lang? Your eye is twitching,â Hank observed while he distributed the test papers.
Scott gave him an awkward double thumbs-up. âAll good here.â His voice was at least an octave higher than its usual pitch. Hope held back her usual eye-roll.
After their exam was over, Scott went back to his dorm room to sleep off his post-finals week exhaustion, but not before giving Hope a brief kiss while Hank was packing up his bag. âHey, good luck,â he murmured. âYou got this.â
Hope squeezed his arm in return, enjoying the fact that she didnât even have to turn her head to know what Hankâs expression looked like. âI know I do,â she replied quietly, smirking.
The car ride back to their townhouse was silent - for once, Hope had allowed Hank to drive her to and from class instead of taking her own car - save for the college radio station, where the monotonous host droned on about the last stretch of the semester. It was only when they arrived that Hank wordlessly gestured for her to follow him into the basement laboratory. She winced in anticipation of what was to come.
Hank opened the secret wall once more, calling the display case forward, and Hope went to stand by his side. It took her a moment to realize there was another mannequin on the other side of the glass, this one donning a masculine suit with similar design lines and detailing to match hers, but rendered in her fatherâs preferred red-and-black color scheme. Goosebumps went up her arms as she stepped closer, the glass sliding open so she could gently run the tips of her fingers across the material of her own suit. It was then that she could truly feel how solid it was, how real her childhood fantasy had become. âSo...what do you think?â
She turned to look at him. âThey look amazing, Dad. But I really need to talk to you about something.â
âSo do I,â Hank sighed, sinking down into his chair. âHope, I...realize that I may have been pushy about you finding someone to work with. I know weâre not exactly on the same page about the progress of your...letâs call it your career, shall we?â
Hope smiled. âLetâs. And I know that you and Mom mean well, and I donât want you thinking Iâm not grateful for everything you guys have done for me. But...I donât want to end up resenting you both for making my life fit into yours.â
âWe just want whatâs best for you, Hope,â Hank protested. âAnd youâve proven yourself over and over again. Itâs why I made the suit.â
âI get that.â She sat down in the chair opposite him, reaching across to rest her hand on his knee. âIâd just like it if my life was my own sometimes, or else Iâm going to be left wanting. Wondering what it could be like.â
He went silent for a moment, contemplating. Then, he placed his hand over hers. âYou know Iâm no good at this kind of thing,â he said gruffly. âBut tell me what we can do.â
âTrust me?â It came out more of a question than a statement. She cleared her throat. âAnd I mean really trust me to make my own choices.â
âI do,â Hank said automatically. When Hope fixed him with a look, he also coughed, leaning back into his seat. âMore than you think. And if this is about your taste in partners - â
â - I donât need to explain myself to you,â she interrupted, her voice hard. âIâm not a child anymore, Dad. If I bring him here to put on the suit and train with me, I need you to respect him and our relationship.â
He held up his hands in defeat. âAlright, alright, I hear you. But Iâm glad to hear youâve made your decision.â
âI wanted to keep him away from you,â she admitted, finally withdrawing her hand. âI wanted my college experience to be just like anyone elseâs, and I didnât want to pull him into our world when heâs been one of the most normal things about my world that Iâve ever had. But I wouldâve just been delaying the inevitable, and...I really want to put on that suit.â
Hank laughed, getting to his feet and gesturing for her to follow. âI know you do. Why do you think Iâve been working on it for so long?â Hope smiled, standing as well and moving to wrap her arms around him. He hugged her in return, pressing a kiss into her forehead. âYouâre really running things around here these days, arenât you? Just like your mother. Too damn clever and stubborn for your own good.â
âAlways,â Hope replied, grinning.
âIs the blindfold really necessary? I feel like Iâm gonna trip.â As if on cue, Scottâs foot slipped out from under him; Hope caught him by the waist before he could fall any further.
âDadâs the kind of paranoid who thinks the neighbors steal our mail, do you really think heâd be okay with you entering his lab without one?â she drawled, straightening him up. âJust a few more steps.â
Once they reached the bottom, Hope briefly let go to type in the code on the doorâs keypad, her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage with anticipation. The door slid open to reveal Hank and Janet sitting by one of the worktables, poring over blueprints for a new model of the quantum tunnel. They both looked up at the sound of Scott and Hopeâs footsteps.
Hope helped Scott remove his blindfold, watching him blink blearily into the light, squinting, before his eyes landed on her parents. He blanched slightly. âDr. Pym...Miss Van Dyne, itâs so nice to meet you.â He held out his hand to shake, though he nearly tripped over his own feet in doing so. Hope nudged him upright with her shoulder. âHope talks about you all the time.â
âAll good things, I assume,â Janet beamed, getting to her feet so she could return the gesture. âSheâs briefed you on whatâs going on around here, right?â
âNDA and all,â Scott said, laughing awkwardly. âI also read up about you guys after she told me. Really impressive stuff.â
âI hope it wasnât just my reviews on that professor rating website,â Hank grouched, though he motioned for them to join him at the display case, which had remained in full view since his conversation with Hope from a few days ago. It was the weekend after exam week was over, and the Pym-Van Dynes had spent the last couple of days mulling over Hopeâs decision, weighing the pros and cons of bringing, in Hankâs words, an âinexperienced civilianâ into their fold, eventually agreeing that a quick background check, typical of any normal employer, would do the job (Hope drew the line at trying to contact his family as references, though; she got the impression that his parents would have nothing but thinly-veiled insults to offer). Scott had spent the last couple of days sleeping.
âOh, wowâŚâ Scott was speechless as he approached the glass, his starry-eyed expression reminiscent of Hopeâs. âThis is so cool. Itâs like a, a motorcycle suit or something.â
âItâs not - â Hank cut himself off with a huff. âItâs for you, Scott.â
âReally?â Scott turned to look at Hank. âCan I try it on?â
âNot yet, we have to measure you and make some adjustments,â Janet piped up, pointing toward a small platform for him to stand on. âDo you mind?â
âNot at all,â Scott grinned, hopping up with all the enthusiasm of a child getting to try on their Halloween costume for the first time. Janet went to grab her measuring tape and tablet, while Hope smiled up at Scott, the discomfort in her stomach slowly ebbing away. Hank still looked as sour as ever, but Hope spotted a twitch in the corner of his mouth that suggested maybe, just maybe, this was going to work.
A few hours later, after Hank and Janet had rattled through what Hank called the introductory course to, among other things, Pym Particles and the Ant-Man suit, Scott and Hope sat on the living room couch together, watching a movie, while they waited for her parents to finish preparing dinner for the four of them.
Hope soon noticed Scott seemed to be sending off a series of texts, though she bit her tongue before her curiosity could get the best of her. âThank you,â she murmured instead, gently prodding his leg with her toe.
âOf course,â he said, immediately pocketing his phone. He turned to fully face her and propped his elbow up on the back of the couch, tilting his head down somewhat so their foreheads brushed. âHey, this is the coolest thing thatâs ever happened to me. This is gonna be awesome.â
âIâm glad itâs that simple for you,â she replied, mirroring his movements; their elbows met in the middle. âItâs going to be a lot of work, Scott.â
âI know,â he shrugged. âBut it feels like the right thing to do. I really needed this, after all the crap thatâs gone wrong in my life. A chance to prove myself.â
âYouâll have plenty,â she promised. Then, she couldnât help herself, finding her gaze flickering to his phone; she could see its screen lighting up over and over again, silently chiming in with more notifications. âWhatâs going on there?â
âMaggie, my ex,â Scott said, sitting up so he could pull it out of his pocket. âI told her I got a job, sheâs been bugging me with questions ever since. Told her Iâd tell her more later, once your dad gets me up to speed on what I can and canât tell people.â His grin broadened. âShe did send me a couple pictures of Cassie, though. Wanna see?â
Hope nodded almost shyly, her heart melting when Scott turned the screen in her direction. âOh, Scott, sheâs adorable.â It was a series of photos of a little three-year-old girl in a high chair with the biggest, roundest brown eyes Hope had ever seen, grinning toothily at the camera, the majority of her face covered in chocolate cake. âItâs a good reminder - youâre doing this for her.â
âAnd for me,â he added, tucking his phone away. âAnd...a little bit for you.â
âIs that so?â she teased, leaning in closer once more. âJust a little bit?â
âTeeny...tiny...ant-sized bit,â Scott whispered, bringing his mouth to hers. Hope groaned, though both of them shook a little with silent laughter as she pulled him in closer, winding her arms around him until their legs were fully intertwined, him pressing her into the couch. Much to Hankâs chagrin, she barely moved to break the kiss when he entered the room and cleared his throat.
âWhen you two are finished, dinnerâs ready,â he said tightly, then turned on his heel and walked right back into the dining room. Hope finally pulled away so she could laugh into Scottâs shoulder, delighting in how pink his face had gotten (though he didnât look too ashamed of himself, either). Yes, it was more than a maybe; things were going to be just fine.
a/n:Â I love a good ol' college AU, and getting to do some character exploration of what Hope would be like if her parents were around for her entire adolesence was pretty interesting! And, of course, writing overly-confident, kinda-awkward flirting between these two is one of my favorite things about the Scott/Hope dynamic. I think I'm starting to get the hang of the Ant-fam's characterization?
Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed :)
#langdyne#scotthope#hopescott#langdyne fic#scotthope fic#myfic#marvel#surprise i guess?#i wrote this one super fast#and honestly i've been in far more of a langdyne mood lately#(and also carol/valkyrie but i'm not sure what to write for it yet)#(and i will get back to ATU i promise!!)
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i wrote a scotthope holiday fic!Â
maggie and paxtonâs annual holiday party
#marvel#mcu#scotthope#scott x hope#scott lang#hope van dyne#ant man#the wasp#ant man and the wasp#my fic
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defcontwo, Dorasolo:Â âWe Get Byâ
âYou know, they say you never forget your first time running from the American government,â Wanda says, an impish grin crossing her face thatâs just so unbearably young. Christ, sheâs a kid. He canât fucking believe they wanted to keep her locked up in a cage.
âItâs been a few years for me,â Steve says, with a huff. âGuess Iâm a little rusty.â
Or: While Steve goes on the run with Bucky and Wanda in Europe, Sam asks for a new recruit and winds up with the matched set of Scott Lang and Hope Van Dyne. Natasha has a plan and Clint would really just like to go back to his farm now, please.
Okay, buckle up, because Iâve got a lotta things to say about this particular fic (all of them complimentary, of course!). We Get By is a Civil War AU that goes above and beyond in trying to tackle all the plot holes in that movie, as well as deliver a more satisfactory ending for everyone involved. Mostly. Thereâs that bit at the end where... well. You guys will know what I mean if you read the whole thing. Anyway, this fic caught my eye because, ever since Ant-Man and the Wasp came out, I have been dying for a take on Civil War where Scott actually brings Hope in on the plan and he doesnât just fuck off to Europe with no explanation apparently?? Iâm a huge Scott/Hope shipper, too, so when I realized their relationship was given just as much attention as Steve and Buckyâs, I knew I had to read this. Hope doesnât actually have her suit yet in this, given the timeline, but she kicks (metaphorical) ass regardless, trust me. In fact, all the Marvel ladies are amazing in this fic: Natasha, Sharon, Maria, Wanda, Shuri... and thereâs some fun cameos from characters you probably wouldnât expect to see (hint hint: if you like the Marvel Netflix âverse, youâre in for a treat). Steve and Tonyâs flaws are highlighted here, people actually talk instead of just beating the shit out of each other... honestly, this fic is kinda cathartic, especially because I havenât stopped complaining about like, everything in Civil War for years now. I love this fic, start to finish, and I wholeheartedly recommend it.
(Side note: does anyone want me to put like, the ficâs ratings/warnings here? Word count? Completion status? Anything like that. Iâm flexible in the format for these things, so just let me know if anyone has a preference!)
#stucky#stevebucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#chris evans#sebastian stan#fic rec#ca:cw au#canon au#scotthope#natsharon
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so u know how when i was writing lost fic under my secret account more ppl were reading it instead of when regularly posted it? person who liked scotthope football fic but stopped reading it keeps reading the fics i post on my other account but not the ones i do on my normal one. WHAT THE HELLLL IM QUITTING
WHAT THE HELL CAN THESE BITCHES BE CONSISTENT FOR FIVE SECONDS
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posted a new ficâŚ
AHHHHH IS IT SCOTTHOPE ONE???
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#scotthope#langdyne#amatw#hope van dyne#scott lang#hank van dyne#Evangeline Lilly#paul rudd#michael douglas#gifs#mcu#antfam#microscope#honestly i made this whole gifset for that fifth gif bc sAME SCOTT SAME#we are all together in awe of hope van dyne im so glad we agree#also hank and hope make me soFT#me desperately giffing to try to get this out of my system before i am tempted to write fic or sometHING..................#i am gonna fight this all the way through
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Y'all there was a recent fic I lost that I hope y'all can help me find. It was Bucky's POV and all the Avengers on the new team thought he and Sam were together. I know there was a scene set at ScottHope's wedding... Does anyone know what I'm talking about?
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OTPS/SHIP LIST
i feel like you get to know people better when you know what they ship so... hereâs a list of my past & current ships ?? im bored, can u tell?
also if u know me, ignore this tyÂ
MILEVEN aka LITERAL KIDS PLSđ
mike wheeler and eleven/jane hopper from stranger things
otp in late 2017
personal hcs: theyâre queer/bi.Â
eleven def uses they/them pronouns
tbh i prefer byler and elmax now
background ships i like: joyce/hopper, jonathan/nancy... steve being bi and robin being the iconic lesbian that she is
DAMONA aka simonte
... simona and dante from the argentinian series simona
LMAO this one is from when i thought i was straight
otp in 2018
uhh bi dante and pan simona bc why not
literally forgot they existed until now
please donât bully me
i truly thought i was straight
background ships: marisiena, junior/ailĂn
i was one of THE FOUNDERS of this ship istg... i was THERE when we were deciding the ship name (i voted for simonte but damona won smh)
SIMBAR aka bi awakeningÂ
simĂłn and ambar from the disney tv show soy lunaÂ
yeah... sorry
otp in mid 2018
theyâre gay!!!Â
bi she/they punk ambar yesyesyes
totally forgot about them but theyâre sexc af
so glad they were endgame
background ships: idk but luna is panÂ
STEVEBUCKY aka stucky aka the end of the line
so... steve rogers (captain america) and bucky barnes (the winter soldier)Â
otp in late 2018/early 2019?Â
personal hcs: trans steve, bi buckyÂ
favourite fanfic trope:Â found family, high school smau
fuck endgame, all my homies hate endgame
background ships i like: thorbruce, scotthope, nat/sharon
im with u til the end of the line, pal :c
PERALTIAGO aka jamyÂ
jake peralta and amy santiago from brooklyn nine nine
started shipping them in 2018/2019 (i have no idea)
personal hcs: bi jake
favourite fanfic trope: casefics, pretend marriageÂ
(THEYâRE FUCKING MARRIED WITH CHILD NOW,,, BUT IN THOSE FICS IT WASNâT REAL YET)
background ships i like: gina and rosa, holt and kevin
PETERMJ aka spideychelle
peter parker (spider-man) and michelle mj jones !!1! from the mcu
otp in 2019
personal hcs: theyâre both bi, mj is demisexual too
he/they & she/they solidarity
... trans/demiboy peter and demigirl mjđĽşÂ
fav fanfic trope: school trip to stark tower, meeting the parents/avengers, smauÂ
obviously letâs ignore infinity war and endgame
background ships i like: ironstrange, pepperony, shuri/any woman
THORBRUCE aka gammahammer aka gays in space
thor odinson and bruce banner (hulk) from the mcu
started shipping them in 2019
personal hcs: thor also likes women
they both use they/them and neopronouns tooÂ
fav fanfic trope: university au, smau, no civil war, no infinity war
this one is from my stan twitter era
background ships: stucky, tony/strange, nat/sharon, scotthope
CARMUEL aka spanish sexiest couple
carla rosĂłn and samuel garcĂa from ĂŠlite
otp in late 2019
...theyâre bi. bc yes. and he/they samuel.Â
she/vers carla sounds very sexc to me
i âshippedâ them in s1 simply bc they were both very hot and when it became canon in s2 i SCREAMED
deserved so much better.
INEFFABLE HUSBANDS aka i almost forgot about this one, sorry
crowley and aziraphale from good omens
uhh started shipping them in 2019/2020 ?
bi genderfluid crowley, non-binary aziraphale
idk theyâre being anyways
fav trope: raising children!! confusing ppl bc crowley is sometimes a snake!!
background ships: uhh anathema & newton ig?
WOLFSTAR aka the one true way (and... puppies, too??)
sirius black and remus lupin from the harry potter saga
otp since 2020 (thank u, @aretheygayvideosâ)
personal hcs: he/they gay sirius, he/they bi remusÂ
also love nonbinary remus and genderqueer sirius
fav fanfic trope: getting together !!!! FLUFF!!!!
background ships i like: jegulus, regulus/barty jr, dorlene, jily
VILLANEVE aka murdering wlw
villanelle and eve polastri from killing eve
s.s.t in 2020
she/they bisexual villanelle and pansexual eve
fav fanfic trope: flower/coffee shop :)
ty tumblr for spaming my dashboard when s3 came out bc that forced me to watch it to understand all the posts
sandra oh is the love of my life
ANDERPERRY aka this one is for the depressed dark academia folk
neil perry and todd anderson from dead poets societyÂ
started shipping them in 2020
personal hcs: nonbinary neil, trans todd, both gay/androsexual
demiboy/nonbinary todd has a special place in my heart
fav fanfic trope: ALIVE!NEIL, roommates
background ships i like: charlie/knox, meeks/pitts
ZUKKA aka my favourite blue/red gays
sokka and zuko from avatar the last airbender < 3
started shipping them in 2020
personal hcs: gay zuko, genderfluid and bisexual sokka
sokka has adhd !! zuko is autistic !
favourite fanfic trope: fake dating
background ships i like: suki/yue*, ty lee/azula/mai, kataang
* please go check out s4pphosâ ig edit of themÂ
CASMUND aka royal pirate gays !!
caspian x and edmund pevensie from the chronicles of narnia
started shipping them in dec. 2020
personal hcs: bi caspian, mlm edmundÂ
love bisexual and nonbinary edmund too bc đprojectingđ
fav fanfic trope: just. the plot of the movies but gay.
background ships: the dawn treader (ha-ha, get it? bc ship? im so funny)
tbh i donât REALLY ship them that hard i just hate caspian/susan lmao
(susan is a lesbian)
BELLARKE aka m/f sexual tensionâ˘
bellamy blake and clarke griffin from the 100
started shipping them in 2021
personal hcs: she/they/xe bi clarke, he/ze omni bellamy
favourite fanfic trope: single parent bellamy, modern au (college, roommates)
i saw 2 seasons with my mom and then moved so,,, fuck i gotta finish it
EXTRAS
the âi donât really ship them but if theyâre together itâs betterâ
ty lee and mai
john watson and sherlock holmes
suki and yue
regulus black and james potter
azula and katara
regulus black and barty crouch jr
bugs bunny and daffy duck
emma and mr knightley
carol danvers and maria rambeauÂ
valkyrie and carol danvers
natasha romanoff and sharon carter
sam wilson and bucky barnes !!! (post endgame)
charlie ânuwandaâ dalton and knox overstreet
dorcas meadowes and marlene mckinnon
azula, ty lee and mai
klaus hargreeves and dave
paul coates and alec hardy
cassie and maddy
jules and rueÂ
rue and lexi
fleabag and the hot priest
. . . more to add, probably
#otp#ship#otps#ships#fanfic#fluff#romance#lists#ranking#mcu#marvel#bbc#series#movies#stevebucky#petermj#anderperry#dead poets society#films#gay#queer#avatar#atla#zukka#narnia#netflix#nblm#wlw#mlm#good omens
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letâs stay together
summary: For all his missteps and mishaps, Scott has been on pretty good terms with the Pym-Van Dyne family lately. That is, until Cassie started calling Hank "Grandpa".
a/n:Â Fic title is from the song Let's Stay Together by Al Green because I've yet to figure out how to title Scott/Hope fics. Takes place post-Ant-Man and the Wasp, with the optimistic assumption that they at least had a month to relax before that post-credits scene.
word count: 3.9k | ao3
The first time it happened, Scott was reasonably certain that the universe had momentarily ceased to exist, or at least, thatâs what it felt like. All the air had been sucked out of the room, everything went mind-numbingly silent, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Hank turning an alarmingly violent shade of red. Well, THAT canât be good, he thought.
âOh!â Janet finally said after a minute too long. Hank was now purple.
So, Scott did what any reasonable person would do (thatâs what he told himself, anyway) and promptly stood, hauled his daughter up by the armpits before she could finish her bite of mashed potatoes, and practically carried her to the front door. âThis-was-great-we-should-really-do-this-again-sometime-okay-bye!â he blurted out, tripping over his own feet in his attempt to pull on his shoes and jacket at the same time.
âScott?â Hope was half-skeptical, half-concerned, as she often was when it came to Scottâs...Scott-ness, but before she could get up and follow him, the door slammed shut. She glanced over at Hank; his knuckles were white. â...did Cassie just call you âgrandpaâ?â
âDonât,â Hank grouched. The color in his face was slowly returning to normal, but he was still clutching his steak knife with a worryingly vice-like grip. Janet patted his hand consolingly before resuming her dinner like nothing had happened.
Hope texted Scott the moment dinner was over, reassuring him that it wasnât as bad as he thought - Hank had only ranted for three minutes about being anyoneâs grandfather, then Janet interrupted to remind him of his age - but Scottâs reply was an uncharacteristically curt response about arriving late at the laboratory tomorrow morning. It was only because of Hopeâs good memory that she remembered that it was because Maggie and Paxton were picking up Cassie from Scottâs place, and not that Scott decided to preemptively berate himself at home before joining them to work on the latest iteration of suits.
Janet, who was still getting used to an adult daughter and not the child sheâd unintentionally left behind, hovered in worry, fretting over Hopeâs shoulder at Scottâs message. âSeriously, Mom, itâs okay,â Hope repeated for the fifth time while she put her jacket on, preparing to leave for the night. âIâm not seven or sixteen, remember? Nothing to worry about. Scottâs just a little...excitable.â
âThatâs one way of putting it,â Hank grumbled from the sitting room. Despite her best efforts, Hope couldnât help but roll her eyes like a child.
âBye, Dad,â she called, kissing Janet briefly on the cheek before walking out the door.
The next morning, Scott arrived even later than he said he was going to be, looking just as agitated as heâd sounded last night. âHope, I swear, I didnât say anything about - â
âIâm sure you didnât,â she said calmly. âBesides, heâs probably forgotten all about it.â
âI havenât.â Hank emerged from behind one of the enormous machines, startling Scott. âDid you - â
âNope!â Scott said a little too quickly. âHank, I would never - â
âDoes she call her anything?â Hank wildly brandished his pen in Hopeâs direction. She fixed him with a stern expression in return, plucking the pen from his hand and neatly tucking it into the breast pocket of his sweater vest.
âHenry,â Janet called from across the room.
âI already told you she doesnât,â Hope said exasperatedly. âCan we focus, please?â
âGrandpa,â Hank muttered under his breath as he returned to his workbench, where Janet gave him a playful poke for his troubles.
âFor the record, I think Mom was secretly thrilled,â Hope whispered to Scott. He snickered in relief.
After the dayâs work was done, Scott and Hope said their goodbyes to a cheerful Janet and a temperamental Hank (though really, when were either of them anything else) and got into Hopeâs car, promptly shrinking down to a more...elusive size. It was a new routine for them after Scott had completed the terms of his house arrest, and although there was still a search out for Hope and her parents, it wasnât too difficult for them to evade the authorities now that they had everything and every one in one place. Scott spent his weekdays working at X-Con Security and Pym Tech, while he and Hope, sometimes Cassie, spent their weekends at his place. Hope had grown quite attached to Scottâs house, finding it far more inviting than her own apartment, and of course, sheâd adored Cassie the moment they met. After everything she and her father had been through ever since the Sokovia Accords had come into play, it was nice to have some normalcy in her life.
Scott drummed his fingers restlessly against the window. âWhere do you think this whole âgrandpaâ thing started?â
Hope groaned. âI thought we were going to drop this, Scott. Besides, you and Cassie have been coming to dinner for several weeks now and Dadâs the right age to be her grandpa, so it just...came out. Not that big of a deal.â
âYeah, but what if it means something?â Hopeâs eyes briefly flickered over to his unusually serious expression. âHankâs never been a big fan of...us.â
âThen itâs good that what he thinks has no impact on our relationship,â Hope said testily, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. Scott winced in memory of how angry sheâd been when they first met, often at Scott himself for being in her life, but mostly at Hank for everything heâd done - or rather, hadnât done. âHe kept me out of his life long enough. Just because weâre back to being a family, it doesnât give him the right to tell me what I can and canât do.â
âOf course,â he said automatically. He suddenly looked very interested in the loose thread on his jacket sleeve, picking at it with a strange fixation. âLook, I just donât wanna be the reason you guys fight again, alright? And if he doesnât want me to be part of your family - â
âOh, Scott.â Hope briefly let go of the wheel to squeeze his shoulder in reassurance. âDadâs got his hangups about you, but you know him, heâs like that with everyone. Doesnât mean he wants to cut you out. Besides, Mom adores you, and thereâs no way heâll go against her.â
Scott laughed despite himself, his shoulders finally relaxing as he settled back into his seat. âYour momâs great. Perceptive, too. Itâs almost like she can see inside my head - â
âThat joke was only funny the first time,â Hope interrupted, though there was a smile in her voice as she said it. âPlease stop telling people my mom was inside you without context.â
Another week went by - a relatively uneventful one at that, all things considered, in which the only mishap they encountered was a couple of random thieves that tried to break into the lab and received an unpleasant surprise in return for their efforts - before Cassie was at Scottâs house again. On the first morning of her return, she was chatting a mile per minute about her most recent soccer game, the last math test sheâd had, and anything else that came to mind. âHow come Hope isnât here?â Cassie asked once sheâd taken a second to breathe between her bites of cereal.
âShe doesnât live here, peanut,â Scott reminded her, absent-mindedly thumbing through the newspaper.
âBut why not? She stays over all the time, and she drives you places, and - â
âThat doesnât mean she has to live here,â Scott pointed out. He then sighed in realization, knowing they had to talk about it eventually, and now was as good a time as ever. âHey, when you called Hank âGrandpaâ...did you mean to do that?â
âYes,â Cassie said bluntly. âHope is kind of like my second mom, so her daddy is kind of like my grandpa.â
âOkay, well, I think you scared him a little,â Scott said gently. âIâm sure Hope loves the idea of being your second mom, but itâs making Hank feel like me and her are getting really serious.â
âSerious?â Cassie furrowed her brow in adorable confusion.
âLike weâre gonna get married.â Scott sat up straight as if he just realized what heâd said. âWhich is...I mean, you know...wow.â
âBut donât you wanna marry her, Daddy?â Cassie prompted, in the sort of tone she used when she asked him to help with her science homework, like it was just another topic of conversation. âSheâs your partner.â
âThatâs not - I - oh.â Scott rubbed his temples, willing the conversation to go away on its own. It wasnât that he didnât like the idea; in fact, the very idea of marrying Hope was simultaneously thrilling and terrifying and very much something heâd like to do. But it was far too early in the morning to be processing anything more complex than the latest episode of Cassieâs favorite morning cartoon. âFinish your breakfast, okay? We gotta head out soon.â
It was only when the two of them got in Scottâs car - a relatively new investment for him, though it was about as rundown as Luisâs van - that he remembered they were picking up Hope on the way to Cassieâs school. Usually, he enjoyed the ten minutes they had together, where he could just sit back and listen to two of his favorite people in the world chat and laugh like theyâd known each other forever, but now he was rather paranoid that Cassie was going to do...something.
âHey, you two,â Hope smiled, radiant, as she got into the passengerâs seat, leaning across to briefly kiss him. âYouâre early today.â
âDaddy wanted to finish breakfast super fast,â Cassie shrugged, grinning toothily. âI think he was excited to see you.â
âIs that so?â Hope quirked an eyebrow in his direction before putting her seatbelt on. âWell, better early than late, right?â
âRight,â Cassie chirped. Scott started the engine, crossing his fingers that she wouldnât bring it up - âDaddy thinks your daddy is scared of him.â - and there she went. Fantastic.
âWhat?â Hope rounded on him instantly. âScott.â
âListen...sometimes, we say things that - â
âScott,â Hope repeated. It amazed him that she was capable of saying his name so affectionately some of the time and so authoritatively, well, most of the time.
âCassie,â Scott said firmly, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.
âDaddy,â Cassie said plaintively, blinking innocently in return. When that didnât work, she added, âI donât want anyone to be scared of anyone,â her bottom lip wobbling in the way that they all knew would change anyoneâs mind no matter what.
âI didnât say Hank was scared of me,â Scott finally explained with a sigh, briefly glancing over at an unimpressed Hope. âItâs just what I was saying before. About him and our relationship.â
âOf course you didnât let this go,â Hope groaned, turning to face the window. âWhen it was just me and Dad on the run, he had a lot to say about you. But he never said anything about us.â She turned to look at Cassie, whose nose was scrunched up in worry. âNo oneâs scared of anyone, alright?â
âSo...he doesnât think Daddyâs gonna ask you to marry him?â Cassie asked. Scott felt the gas pedal slip underneath his feet, nearly flinging them all forward in the process. For the second time that week, he felt his chest seize up with one single word blaring through his head like a siren - PANIC.
âWhat,â Hope said flatly.
âHey, hey, no distracting the driver,â he said weakly. âBesides, didnât we say we were gonna talk about the regulator in my suit before we get to the lab, something about the whatchamacallit - â
âWere you going to ask me to marry you?â
âNo, I - â
âSo you donât want to marry me.â
Scott paused. âHope, I gotta be honest, I donât really know what the right answer is.â
Hope merely shook her head, jaw clenched tight, staring straight ahead. âJust drive, Scott.â
Cassie looked at Scott in silent apology once they dropped her off, hugging Hope as she always did before running up the steps to the front door. The rest of the car ride was expectedly uncomfortable, lacking a single word out of either of them. Upon arriving at the laboratory, Hope continued on like nothing was wrong, hanging up her coat and setting down her bag, briefly hugging Hank and Janet with a warm smile. She then settled down at one of the workbenches and promptly got to work on her faulty blasters, her back pointedly turned on everything else.
Scott meandered around for a bit, picking at the wires in his suitâs regulator (âYouâve got some nerve calling this a working suit, Hank!â heâd said pretty much every single day since he first put it on) but entirely unable to concentrate. All he could think about was how heâd managed to mess things up with Hope, again, and he didnât even have to get arrested this time for it to happen.
âDonât you look all bothered?â He looked up to see Janet smiling pityingly at him from the other side of his table. âWhatâs troubling you, Scott?â
âDidnât sleep great,â he lied. Janet quirked an eyebrow.
âItâs cute how you think you can lie to me,â she said not unkindly, clicking her tongue in disapproval. âIs it about the whole âgrandpaâ thing? Because I canât tell whoâs more hung up about it, you or Henry!â
âIâm embarrassed she said it in the first place,â he admitted, setting his tools down. âCassie loves being around you guys, and I guess I shouldâve seen it coming.â
âItâs okay,â Janet said, squeezing his arm. âPersonally, Iâd love it if Cassie thought of us as her grandparents, sheâs one of the loveliest kids Iâve ever met. Reminds me a lot of Hope...before I left her.â Her smile faltered somewhat. âIs it you and Hope, then?â
âYou could say that,â Scott said carefully. He glanced across the room to where she was sitting. She hadnât looked at him since they got out of the car.
âItâs one day at a time with that one, isnât it?â Janet hummed, briefly turning on her heel to look at her daughter, too. âAlways have to remind myself sheâs so much...more now. All the things she wants, all the things she is, I have to get used to that.â She turned back to look at Scott knowingly. âThat goes for you, too.â
âIâm gonna fix it, Janet,â he promised. âAnd...please donât tell Hank.â
Janet laughed throatily, though Scott wasnât sure what was so funny. âOh, honey, what makes you think he didnât already notice?â
Hank, meanwhile, sidled up to Hopeâs side in a way that he thought was subtle enough, but she merely gave him a look that said, âI know exactly what youâre doing, and I donât like itâ. âWhat?â he barked, embarrassed. âI wanted to check your progress on the - â
âDad,â Hope said firmly. âJust spit it out, okay?â
âYouâve been tense,â he observed, pulling up a stool so he could sit beside her. âI wanna know why.â
âBecause itâs affecting our work?â she snorted, turning back to her blasters.
âBecause youâre my daughter.â Her hands paused in mid-air. âI donât give a damn about the work right now. Youâve been all wound up lately, and itâs affecting you. So what is it?â
Hope couldnât help but smile at her dadâs usual gruff tone, how it completely failed to hide his concern. âIt just...feels like weâre in between everything right now. Weâre sort of on the run but we sort of arenât, we have Mom back but weâre trying to figure out how to be a family again, not to mention you and Scott being weird about what Cassie said even though weâre all growing closer...Iâm a little stressed out, but itâs nothing I canât handle. I promise.â
Hank smiled ruefully. âSomeday, those Sokovia Accords are going to be through, and weâll be free. Respected. And me and your mother, weâre going to make sure you donât have a single thing to worry about. Iâm sure Scottâs on board, too.â
âSurprised to hear you say that,â she admitted. âYou really need to stop antagonizing him, okay? Iâve forgiven him for Germany, and I think itâs time you did, too.â
âI thought I already did,â he said, briefly looking to where Scott and Janet were conversing. Janet seemed to be laughing at something that Scott couldnât quite follow; the very idea that she knew something he didnât amused Hank greatly. âWhat, you think Iâm working with him and inviting him and his daughter to our house every week because Iâm angry ?â
âItâs hard to tell with you sometimes,â she shot back without missing a beat, though her grin was widening regardless. âBe nice, Dad.â
âIâll...try to say something at our next dinner,â he said through gritted teeth as if the thought of expressing any emotion other than mild annoyance toward Scott was inherently painful. âBut I mean it, Hope. Once this Accord nonsense is all over, weâll get my company back on track, and weâll be a family. All of us.â
Hope nodded, her eyes shining, and reached out to squeeze her fatherâs shoulder. âAnd I wonât vote you out of our company this time.â
Hank chuckled, briefly leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. âThatâs my girl.â
Scott and Hope got into Scottâs car several hours later, both still somewhat tense. The rest of their time at the lab had been quiet, with Hank and Janet doing most of the talking. Both of them clearly suspected that there was more to it than theyâd discussed, but wisely decided to let it be. Or rather, Janet had caught Hank by the arm every single time he seemed like he was about to open his mouth. âWe have to remember sheâs an adult, Henry,â she had murmured. âI know we both want her to need our help, but she doesnât. Not this time.â
âIâm sorry,â Scott said the moment they were on the road.
âYouâve been apologizing a lot lately,â Hope sighed. âWhat is it for this time?â
âFreaking out, not letting stuff go, and everything that Cassie said this morning,â he replied like a child reciting the alphabet, listing his fingers off on one hand, the other drumming restlessly against the steering wheel. âI almost got over it, you know? But then when we were having breakfast this morning, Cassie said all this stuff about living together, getting married...I started overthinking it.â
She nodded, sinking back into her seat. Her anger had mostly dissipated over the course of the day, evolving into something more akin to contemplation. âI know you, Scott,â she said quietly. âMaybe we havenât known each other for as long as we think, but I know you. And you know me. You know that Iâm not going to sit around waiting for you to tell me or ask me anything. So just...get to the point, and we can move on. For good.â
Scott inhaled, then let out a short huff of an exhale, his fingers still drumming on the steering wheel, though quieter now. âYouâre my partner, Hope. In more ways than one. And I...do wanna marry you someday, just not yet. Itâs early, and thereâs too much going on, and it feels like - â
â - like weâre in between?â Hope guessed, smiling slightly.
âYeah, exactly.â He looked away for a moment to return the smile, his eyes twinkling in the way that made her feel just a little bit more at ease about everything. âSo why donât we get to the âin betweenâ first?â
She paused. âWhat do you mean?â
âMove in with me. Or, I guess we could get a different place together if you want more space, though I dunno if I can afford a house as big as your parentsâ, but maybe you could, and - â
âOkay,â she said, biting her lip to stop herself from grinning as giddily as she felt. âAnd for the record, I meant it when I said Iâm not going to sit around and wait for you to ask.â She paused, letting the smile spread across her face despite herself. âMaybe someday, Iâll ask instead.â
Hank and Janet arrived at the laboratory at precisely nine in the morning, chatting quietly in the elevator ride up to their floor. They hung up their jackets, changed them out for their lab coats and protective equipment, and Hank went about telling his ants their orders for the day. Janet, on the other hand, went to log in on the main computer, only to find someone was already in her seat.
âHi Grandma,â Cassie said, smiling like butter wouldnât melt in her mouth.
Not missing a beat, Janet immediately drew her into a hug, then leaned back to tuck Cassieâs hair behind her ears. âHey, sweetheart! Never seen you in here before,â she fussed, beaming. âYou looking for a science lesson today?â
âYes, please,â Cassie chorused. âBut first, Daddy and Hope wanted to tell you something.â
Janet turned to see Scott and Hope approaching from the other room, looking somewhat sheepish. Instinctively, her eyes flickered to Hopeâs stomach, though her daughterâs immediate visceral response told her she was incorrect. Hank then came over to join them, letting out a stifled grunt when Cassie went to hug him as well, though he patted her on the back in return. âWhatâs this all about?â he asked.
âIâm moving in with Scott,â Hope announced matter-of-factly, holding up a copy of his house keys. âIâve had it with hiding in my own apartment, what with technically being on the run and all, so this just made sense.â
âGlad Iâm the most logical choice,â Scott drawled, nodding her way. âSo Hank, Janet...what do you guys think?â
âOh, we think itâs wonderful! Donât we, Henry?â Janet exclaimed, briefly turning to narrow her eyes at her husband before clapping her hands together in excitement. âMy precious jellybean - â She swept Hope and Scott into her arms, letting out an overwhelmed sob of elation into her daughterâs shoulder. Hank, whose jaw was clenched but was also not one to be left behind, walked over to awkwardly clap his hand on Scottâs shoulder; Cassie followed, nestling herself in under everyoneâs arms.
âDidnât realize we were gonna have a group hug today.â Still, Scott tried his best to get his arms around everyone, even Hank, who merely squirmed. âIf Iâd known, I wouldâve remembered deodorant - â
âScott, I swear to god - â
âObviously Iâm wearing deodorant, Hank, what kind of guy do you think I am?â
âOkay, I think weâre done here,â Hope sighed, withdrawing herself from the mass of bodies. âSo Cassie, you ready for my parents to show you the ropes?â She nodded, looking unusually shy, staring up at both Hank and Janet expectantly.
To everyoneâs surprise, it was Hank who reached for her first, gently taking her by the shoulder and guiding her over to his workbench. âLetâs set you up with some protective gear. Thereâll be no accidents in my lab today.â
âYes, Doctor Pym,â Cassie said obediently, hoisting herself up onto the bench stool. Hank paused, turning to look at her, to really look at her. Cassieâs eyes were bright, wide, inquisitive, her posture both anticipatory and patient. He looked over at the others, where Janet was standing between Hope and Scott, her hand over her mouth in a poor attempt to hide her pleased smile. Hopeâs eyes shone back at him; he barely noticed her fingers intertwined with Scottâs.
Hank turned back to Cassie. âYou know what? âGrandpaâ is okay, too.â
a/n:Â I have been talking about writing this fic for at least six months now and I'm sure some far better version of it exists elsewhere, but I finally finished! Still figuring out my characterization of these lovely characters, so bear with me if anything seems particularly OOC, and I'm looking forward to writing even more Scott/Hope in the future and getting better at doing so. Thanks so much for reading, likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed :)
#langdyne#scotthope#hopescott#langdyne fic#scotthope fic#myfic#marvel#not 100% sure if the characterization is accurate but i definitely wanna practice some more with these lovelies
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It's Hope's 36th birthday and the first birthday she hasn't spent alone in a very long time.
#marvel#mcu#scott x hope#scott lang#hope van dyne#scotthope#langdyne#ant man#ant man and the wasp#my fic
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