#hopescott

[msdarkheart89]

Hope the minute she met Scott.

#langdyne #scotthope #hopescott #scott lang #hope van dyne #microscope #evangeline lilly #paul rudd #brooklyn nine nine #meme #ant-man and the wasp #ant-man and the wasp: quantumania #ant-man #wasp

[221bunsolved]

The pairings I've read fanfics on in this year are:

Correct me if I'm wrong but I'm sensing a pattern here:

✨Malewife and Girlboss✨

#tedbecca #scott x hope #scott hope #steve trevor x diana prince #Charlie x dee #chardee #ted rebecca #scott lang x hope van dyne #hope x scott #hopescott

[lovelyirony]

Rhodeytony and hopescott double dates. Thoughts?

-hope and tony have this weird beef thing where they don’t exactly hate each other but they still have the rivalry? like it’s weird 

-scott, however, has no clue that that’s going on, so when he meets rhodey, he thinks that it would be fun to double-date because rhodey is cool, plus he can maybe get some more information about SI and break in 

(just as a challenge. kind of. he’s probably not going to steal anything.) 

-hope and tony are so awkward at first, at least until rhodey rolls his eyes and tells them to order their food already and argue about it or whatever 

-hope and tony get along famously. like seriously, not even they were expecting it. they like the same thing, can follow along the same mind, and enjoy most of the same foods 

-rhodey doesn’t exactly know what to talk to scott about, until they get to the subject of games, and they find out that they’re both really good at chess and checkers

-so a lot of double-date nights are just game nights or card games! 

#lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #hopescott #good thoughts i think #rhodey #tony stark #hope van dyne #scott lang

[cassnottiel]

So I've been working on this for a couple of days and

My parental figures

For the love of god please dont steal it

#high class art #hopescott #hope van dyne #scott lang antman #scott lang #antman #antman and the wasp #art

[barbiehandlrr]

hope: punches scott in the face, is generally cold to him

scott: 

#hopescott #lbr scott fell in love the minute she punched him in the face

[bevioletskies]

…tain America. Captain…Cap. It’s - it’s what we call him. If you’re a friend, not saying I’m a friend of - well, a little, I know him. He’s ni - whatever.

#langdyne #scotthope #hopescott #marveledit #mcuedit #endgameedit #endgame spoilers #mygifs #marvel #flashing gif

[dvrkestxhearts]

Scott & Hope | You Are The Reason

#scotthope #langdyne #scott lang #antman #hope van dyne #the wasp #antman and the wasp #avengers endgame #paul rudd #evangeline lilly #Scott/Hope #hope x scott #hopescott #scott & hope #mine #darkestxhearts

[the-batgirl]

(Some) Marvel Couples + Side profile shots

#I was gonna add Thor and Val but the Thorjane scene kinda fit better? #pepperony #thorjane #staron #stevesharon #pepperpottsedit #steve rogers #Sharon Carter #tonystarkedit #steverogersedit #sharoncarteredit #thoredit #nakia x t'challa #t'challa x nakia #hopescott #langdyne #scottlangedit #Hope Van Dyne #hopevandyneedit #my edit #mcu #mcuedit #marvel #marveledit

[ryujin-zanba]

Worth The Weight

Finally able to settle into the life he’s always dreamed of with Hope, Scott is facing a new battle with trying to start a family~

Rating: Teen & Up Words: 1200 Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Married Life, Family Feels, Fertility Issues, Mpreg, Depression, Comfort Eating, Happy Ending

Commission for @thecuriouscrusader​ 💖

Two years of trying for a baby and Scott still has nothing to show for it.

 After everyone was safely returned from the snap, he had confessed it to Hope one night, and while she had been fully supportive for his desire to be a father again, it hadn’t been as easy or as straightforward as they’d thought.

 The doctors had all warned Scott that he could be in danger of miscarrying due to his age, or that there would likely be a higher chance of prenatal and postnatal complications.

 Scott had assured himself he could handle it for the sake of having a baby, but the threats of miscarriage and birth defects weren’t an issue in the end… he couldn’t even get as far as conceiving a child.

 “I’ll try to get home early, sweetheart,” Hope tells him as she’s kissing him goodbye.

 Scott manages a smile and kisses her hand before she goes.

 Hope has been his rock through the past two years, and alongside the pain of being unable to have their baby, he can’t help feeling like his inability to get over it is dragging her down.

 He’s gained a lot of weight recently, particularly in just the last month, but the comfort eating is the only thing that helps right now. That, and being with Hope. But she has work to do at the lab, and she’s taken plenty of time off to look after him already. Scott couldn’t bear it if he thought he was starting to come between her and her freedom.

 “Call me if you need anything, okay?” Hope adds as a final reassurance.

 “Thanks, honey,” Scott says dolefully. “I think I’m just gonna’ nap for a little while… I didn’t sleep too good last night.”

 Hope tuts and makes a sympathetic expression.

 On top of his low energy and depression, Scott’s been rather ill lately. Likely just with stress and grief, but Hope has insisted that if he’s sick again today they need to take him to the doctor.

 Understandably, Scott has had about all he can take of doctors, but to put Hope’s mind at ease he has promised he’ll go willingly if he continues to feel ill.

 “Take care of yourself, my little love bug,” she smiles, blowing him a kiss before finally heading out the door.

 Even feeling this low, his beautiful wife never fails to lift his spirits.

 Scott does end up sleeping for some time after that. At first he thinks he’s just hungry when he wakes up with stomach pain, but then a wave of nausea hits him and he’s hurrying to the bathroom to puke.

 He hasn’t eaten anything for at least fourteen hours, so it’s painful to just bring up bile. This has been happening most mornings, too. Sometimes just the nausea, but at its worst he’s physically sick and wiped out for the rest of the day with exhaustion.

 Frustrated, Scott punches the back of the toilet once he’s finished heaving, but that only serves to hurt his knuckles. Aren’t things bad enough for him right now?

 “Hope,” he starts to sob as he sits back and sags. He cries for her even knowing she’s not home right now, it’s just an instinct, really; and where a lot of people would call for their mother in times of deep discomfort or fear, Scott has only ever called for Hope.

 He doesn’t want to burden her any more than he already has though. She must be sick to death of coming home for him because he called, only to find he’s just lounging around sobbing in his three‑day‑old pyjamas looking haggard and blotchy and bloated.

 “I’m sorry, Hope,” he hiccups. “I’m sorry I can’t have our baby, I — I wanted to give you a baby…”

 He sniffles then, that little spell of an emotional outburst abating as he gets up, dries his eyes, swills his mouth out, and carries on.

 This persistent and disgusting feeling is getting tiresome, truthfully, but in such times Scott finds himself inevitably ambling to the kitchen for comfort.

 It’s almost gone beyond a desire to eat and become a need now, but as Scott reaches for the box of Cap’n Crunch on the top shelf, he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the oven door; his baggy sweater riding up to reveal his belly.

 He frowns, putting a hand under the slight swell where it begins to curve out between his hips, then decides to head to the bedroom to look in the full length mirror.

 Scott hasn’t done this in over three months, he’s sure. After a while he just couldn’t bear to see his reflection anymore knowing how dreadful and tired he always looked, but to confirm his growing suspicion, he’s going to take a good long look at himself today.

 He lifts his sweater right up to his chest so he can examine the shape of his belly properly, but it’s glaringly obvious within seconds, and Scott claps a hand to his mouth as a million thoughts begin to race around his head. The nausea, the vomiting, the overeating…

 They have a pregnancy test kit in the bathroom still, he’s sure. Hope had bought a few to keep around, and Scott is barrelling down the hall next to grab one from the cupboard.

 All this time spent thinking he simply couldn’t have a baby — the past month even of just thinking he was getting fat — what would be the odds that as soon as they give up on trying to get pregnant it just happens?

 He’s almost too nervous to actually pee, but he takes the test and sets it on the counter once he’s done, nearly forgetting to pull his pants up while he waits for a result.

 It’s a digital one; Hope had insisted for the sake of wanting reliable accuracy, and when the little screen flashes up with the words pregnant — thirteen weeks, Scott experiences so many feelings at once that he simply wells over in tears.

 As promised, Hope gets home early, and not a minute too soon.

 “Sweetheart?” she calls out, prompting Scott to appear from the downstairs bathroom looking somewhat pale and in shock; still a little dishevelled, too, and the evidence that he’s been crying has Hope immediately worried.

 “Oh honey, were you sick again?” she assumes.

 Scott stands there for a moment without replying, seemingly still processing the whole thing, but then he breaks into a watery smile.

 “Scott?” Hope queries, offering a slightly confused smile in return. “What’s going on?” she asks, titling her head suspiciously.

 “L‑look,” he whimpers, his voice already breaking as he holds out the test to her.

 She takes it, and Scott can’t help sobbing again when he sees the way her eyes start to sparkle, assured that she’s realising it too and that this is actually, really happening.

 “Oh my god, honey,” Hope gasps, looking up at him again with utter adoration.

 They’ve waited so long for this moment, and now it’s finally here Scott can barely make the words, but Hope’s smile spurs him on, waiting for him to affirm it…

 “Hope…” he sniffles. “We’re gonna’ have a baby.”

#marvel fanfiction #langdyne #hopescott #my wriiting #mpreg #fluff

[mcu-headcanons]

Hope: What's one of your strengths?

Scott: I can fall in love really easily.

Hope: Um, okay, what's one of your weaknesses?

Scott: Those big, beautiful eyes of yours. *winks*

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #avengers #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons #ant man and the wasp #hope van dyne #scott lang #scope #hopescott

[butter-is-a-milkshake]

MicroScope is coming back y'all!!!!!!!

#im so happy #Finally some good news #SO HAPPY #marvel #avengers #antman #hope van dyne #evangeline lilly #paul rudd #scott lang #wasp #antman and the wasp #aatw #microscope #scotthope #hopescott

[msdarkheart89]

missed these two - made a new video of them for the first time in four years <3

#langdyne #hopescott #scotthope #microscope #hope van dyne #scott lang #quantumania #no spoilers #just sweet #evangeline lilly #paul rudd #hope you're well

[blackberrywidow]

Bad guy: I have your son

Hank Pym: ... I only have a daughter, and she’s standing right here.

Bad guy: Then who asked me for chocolate milk and made me cut the crusts off his sandwich?

Hope: Oh my god, they have Scott.

#antman and the wasp #scott lang #hope van dyne #hank pym #hopescott #antman #the wasp #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect antman quotes

[lovelyirony]

Hope having bigger biceps than Scott.

A CONCEPT THAT IS TRUE

scott just likes making her roll up her shirt sleeves and he yells “can you see my girlfriend’s biceps???? look at how absolutely ripped she is! she could lift a cow!” 

(hope cannot lift a cow) 

he is quite honestly in love with her arms and the fact that she flaunts her hard work, because it’s amazing. 

some people are all “women shouldn’t look like that” and that’s when ant-man flings himself onto their body and makes them “trip on air” 

literally almost all of his instagram is just videos of hope working out and him going “i have the coolest girlfriend on the planet” 

#lovelyirony writes #hopescott #THE DUO OF THE CENTURY TBH #hope van dyne #scott lang #hope's got ARMS and scott is ABOUT THAT LIFE

[cassnottiel]

oooh how about Scott & Cassie + “ Are you upset with me? ”

Dad was back.  He came to her front door to pick her up.  He wasn't under house arrest anymore.  It was the best day of Cassies life.

Dad promised they would paint the town red, and it felt like they were.  He took her out everywhere they talked about going in the time they couldn't.  It was so great.

Even Hope was back, which should have been cause for celebration -- and it was, but it didn't feel as good as it should have.

They were watching the movie in the tiny Hot Wheels car and it was more fun than Cassie had ever had, but something didn't feel right in her gut.

She smiled and laughed at the moth and told Hope that her daddy want to be her partner, but she didn't feel it.  Cassie loves Hope, but seeing them love each other hurt.

She knew it was selfish and stupid, but she wanted a day outside the house with her dad, just her dad.  Just them.

No matter how she felt, Cassie would always support her daddy. 

She pushed away all the bad feelings connected to her dad and Ant-Man for years.  She helped them stitch up after rough nights in the streets and hugged them tightly while the bad feeling ate her up inside, and then she pushed them down further.  That method worked for years, until her sophomore year in high school.

She was in her room, studying and bobbing her head to the music when a frantic knock sounded on her door.

"Cass!  Cassie!"  Luis yelled through the door, his voice was worried and filled with fear.  Cassies heart almost stopped.

The drive to the hospital was silent and tense.  She couldn't breath.  Her heart was too loud.  Her blood rushing too fast.

The hospital itself was too loud and quiet at the same time.  It was too cold and clean, too bright. 

Hope was already in the waiting room, her arm in a sling and her eyes slightly dazed.  She stood up and almost stumbled when she saw Cassie and Luis.

Cassie caught her and hugged her tightly.  "What happened?"  Her words were barely audible.

"He . . ."  Hope had a concussion, she should be in her own hospital bed.  "The guy-guy had a-a gun-n and w-w-we-we did-didn't-" 

"Hope, sit down."  Luis said softly as he gently took her arm.  "It's okay."

Cassie wanted to lash out and punch something but bit her tongue. Now wasn't the time to snap. She just had to push the urge down with all the rest of it.

"He sh-shot me-me." Hope's eyes were unfocused and she was staring at nothing. "Sc-Scott-Scott, h-he, uhm . . . d-d-do-dove in fron-front of me to-t-" Her voice broke in a sob and she buried her head into Luis' shoulder.

Mom and Jim arrived a few minutes later, just as worries as the rest of them. The four adults all sat together, jittery and worried, trying to comfort Hope. But Cassie just sat stalk-still. She still couldn't breath.

After a few hours, a tired doctor walked out to the waiting room and called-

"Scott Lang?"

-Dads name.

Cassie was on her feet faster than anyone else, but Hope reached the doctor first. No problem.

As the doctor talked, all Cassie could see was the dark red on her light green scrub shirt -- Dads blood. All she could hear was the buzz of the florescent light and the rush of blood in her ears. All she could smell was the horrid disinfectant that clung to the air.

When they started walking, Cassie couldn't move. She just stood there.

Hope is the one who noticed (of course she is), and she puts a tentative hand on Cassies elbow.

"Cassie?" Hope's eyes are focused and her voice is steady, now. "Do you want to see him?"

Cassie recoiled from the touch -- Who does she think she is? Of course she wants to see her own father! -- and starts walking in the direction the rest of her family went.

Hope frowned and followed. "I know it's hard, but-"

"This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't met you!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Cassie slammed a hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and her legs were shaking.

"I'm sorry."

The apology was rushed and breathless, and then she was gone. Cassie ran. She ran and she couldn't hear Hope calling out her name and she didn't stop until she was outside in the cool night air and she was retching into the grass.

Oh shit! What did she just say? Oh, God, oh no. This is horrible. She basically told her dads girlfriend their lives would be better without her- oh shit.

And then the tears come.

Cassie sits on the damp grass and cries. Years of pent up jealousy and emotion burst out because of one sentence. And she still can't even breathe!

Someone sits next to her and an arm is around her shoulder, pulling her in. Cassie chokes and cries into her moms shoulder for what feels like hours until she calms down.

"Do you want to see him?"

Cassie nods with a sniffle. Mom doesn't let go when they stand up and start walking.

When they get to Dads room, everyone clears out to give the two of them space. Hope shoots her a small smile on her way out. Mom squeezes her hand before letting go.

Dads eyes are open and he's looking right at her. He's smiling.

"Hey, Peanut." His voice is slightly slurred, but he's alert. Cassie rushed over and hugs him, careful not to be too tight. "How are you?"

When she pulled back, Dad raised his hand and tucked a bit of hair behind her ear. Cassie gave a wet laugh and held his hand in both of hers.

"You're hurt in a hospital and you're asking me if I'm okay?" Dad pulled her in and kissed her forehead.

"Hope told me you said to her." His voice was quiet and soft, full of understanding. She hated that.

Cassie couldn't meet his eyes. "Are . . . are you upset with me?"

Scott dropped his hand from her face to her waist and pulled her in again. This hug was tighter, conveying all the words they didn't have the strength to say at that moment, but they would. Later.

"I could never be upset with you, Peanut." Dad mumbled into her hair. "Never."

Cassie felt another round of tears coming. "But-"

"Did you mean it?"

Cassie pulled away, completely taken aback. Dads eyes were ernest, full of unshed tears. She couldn't lie to him this time.

"No, of course not." Her breath hitched.

"Then she knows that." Dad held her gaze with eyes identical to her own. "The three of us are going to talk about it when I get home. Is that okay?"

Cassie nodded and wiped under her eyes before diving back in for a hug.

"I love you so much, daddy."

"I love you, too, Peanut."

Cassie felt a soft hand on her shoulder, and she knew it was Hope.

"I'm sorry." Cassie turned her eyes to Hope, and Hope smiled back.

The three shared a tight hug full of all the love they had for each other.

Cassie knew they would be okay.

#cassie lang #scott lang #hope van dyne #hopescott #luis antman #antman #antman and the wasp #maggie lang #jim paxton #high class writing #high class answers #asks #writing prompt

[barbiehandlrr]

scott lang needs glasses.

he doesn’t wear them much; he prefers contacts. but one day he runs out, so he begrudgingly pulls out his glasses. a few hours later, he’s working in the kitchen when he hears the click-clack of hope’s heels.

when he glances up to say hello, he finds hope staring at him.

“don’t laugh; i know i look dumb.” he grumbles.

“you’re so fucking hot.”

they’re so distracted that they forget that their kitchen blinds are open and any of their neighbors could see.

#hopescott #hope van dyne #scott lang