#ant man fluff

[rassvetsky]

hi! can i request a fluffy halloween fic with scott lang where he and reader does those couple costumes? 🫶 tysm!!!

i am literally in love with you for requesting this. my love for scott is beyond words and this is way too late and rushed but still pls feel free to request again whenever you'd like ily

88 Miles Per Hour

scott lang x reader

"Through costumes put together in a rush and water fights with resident trick-or-treaters, you found a moment of peace to memorize every single detail Scott held."

[2k] | just short & cute nothing worth warning u about except for. scott's beauty. obviously. halloween themes, feelings, kiiiinda friends to lovers but mostly just flirty banter, scott is a cutie and he deserves the world and i love him so much your honor

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Time spent with Scott Lang felt like a whiplash- the dopamine high he tended to give you with his jokes and compliments could rival ecstasy. He wouldn't let you think about anything else; if life was stressing you out, he was definitely the man to go to because through the pointless conversations and intrusive DIY projects, his main priority was to make you feel good, safe and appreciated. And of course, to get you laughing so hard that you wouldn't even be able to remember what you were stressed out about in the first place.

But just like everything else, that went both ways. Scott didn't tend to show it when he was down, but through the decrease in energy, you could sense it. Hell, even from his tone through the line when you called him to ask him about his day- you'd immediately sense that something was wrong, and it needed to be fixed, immediately.

Because in your eyes, Scott deserved much better than what he already had in this life.

So when you showed up by his door with a bag of clothes picked specifically for Halloween and demanded a few hours of his time to prepare after a short call, of course he wasn't going to say no. It surprised you when he announced that he'd much rather stay at home for Halloween, knowing damn well that he was a sucker for the holiday. You didn't have time to ask him what he wanted to wear, since you were already sure that he'd say no if you offered to handle everything and force him out of his place; so an imposition was necessary.

Truth is, Scott didn't feel down. Not in a traditional sense, at the very least. But when you quite literally forced him out of his t-shirt to pull a vintage shirt on him and top it up with a lab coat, he couldn't hold back the bittersweet smile that took over his chiseled, beautiful features; the proximity making him feel all warm and fuzzy. When you rambled on about how you had to scramble everything at the last minute to pull off a Marty McFly and Doctor Brown outfit for the two of you, knowing damn well that he loved the movie, he felt nauseous with how deep his feelings laid within.

If only he could find a way to tell you.

He watched you as you took off your work shirt to change into a white check grid design short sleeve one, and pulled a denim vest on top, letting the signature red puffer vest lay on the couch for the moment before approaching him again with a grin. "The wig is a bit… Low quality, but we don't need anything more," you hummed, mostly to yourself, before pushing him by his shoulders to sit on the couch again- wig fitting materials already ready by the coffee table since you ordered him to go grab some of the stuff you missed earlier on. "Just don't move too much. Sit pretty."

"As long as you don't glue it down to my actual hair," he chuckled, watching as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not gonna glue much," you whispered, as if you were giving him a secret. "The lab goggles. They're gonna keep it in place- I feel like my genius is seriously under-rated…"

"It so is." he joined in, the top secret topic of the conversation hidden between your hushed, childish whispers as you giggled along, before you sat by his side and made him face you, slowly brushing his hair back. Your hold on his chin was so delicate that he could cry just by looking at you, and he probably would if that wouldn't make him seem like a complete idiot.

You made him feel things that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.

And it wasn't anything new. Even back then, when everyone saw him as just another ex-convict, you saw a different light in him. Never discriminated against him, never said anything that could even slightly decrease the hope he had for the future. To you, he was the guy who would show up by your door with a bag of take-out that he bought with his last pocket money just so he could be sure that you weren't skipping meals. He was the guy who always knew just how to cheer you up, just how to hug you so well that all of your worries would disappear.

But then you'd hold him. Like he's this porcelain piece, afraid that he might break if you were any less gentle. You'd play with his hair and massage his scalp while telling him all about your dreams, and how he'd be there to join along. How you'd take him to Europe and then Oceania, then maybe Asia, and show him everything beautiful about this world.

You were so precious that he could feel his stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Or moths. Big, fluffy, ugly moths that made him want to vibrate out of his body.

His bright eyes followed yours as you focused, carefully putting the short white wig on place and setting it down with the help of the goggles. He looked idiotic in an extremely endearing way that you couldn't help but coo, plopping down in between his arms a second later. "You're adorable."

"You're adorabler."

"That's not a word."

"But it's convenient," he hummed, pulling a chuckle out of you as you excitedly got back up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" you quoted, rather dramatically, as he laughed along with you and reached for your red vest, so you could put it on and the two of you would get going.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

You were so proud of yourself.

Firstly, for knowing Scott like the back of your hand. Second, for being the reason he was already out of that gloomy mood- singing along to whatever 2012 pop song was playing, with a bottle of beer he snatched from somebody's table and a small packet of chocolate truffles that he held between your linked arms, as you two walked around the busy streets. People were all dressed up, shiny decorations everywhere- yet through all that light, Scott's eyes shined the brightest.

And you figured that there's nothing in this world you wouldn't do to have those gorgeous green orbs shining that bright with excitement all the time, just like this.

Feet dragging you to a familiar route, you practically pulled him towards the park, filled with kids comparing their trick-or-treat victories and grown-ups trying to get some calming going. Plopping down on the cold grass with a relaxed sigh, you waited until he sat next to you with a grunt, before leaning back on your elbows. "That was fun. But please don't spray kids with water next time."

"It was mutual spraying, why are you trying to make me sound like the villain here?" he feigned innocence but you knew better, judging by the victorious grin he held on before giving the kids their water gun back. You shrugged, instead deciding to sit up again. The lightning didn't allow much through the trees but he had a mature, yet boyish type of beauty that you could appreciate even in the dark. His eyes met yours when he noticed how carefully you were staring at him, though he had to avert them- much to your dismay, as you slowly lifted your hand to trace your fingertips against the laugh lines right by the sides of his eyes.

It only took a gentle touch to get him to look at you again.

"You've got two tiny hazel dots on your right eye," you whispered, trying to hold back a smile upon his attempt of stealthily popping a truffle in his mouth. "The other one is greener, I think. I can't see well from this light but- it's pretty. Have I ever said that before?"

"You explain me to me approximately seven times a day."

"Stop being an ass," a soft snicker left both of you. "I'm trying to memorize you."

He almost gave in. Almost. "What for? You see me a lot."

"I don't see you enough." you shook your head to both sides. Was it the liquid courage or the festive season, you'd never know; but the way he was still smiling gave you all the green lights you could've asked for. "You started to grow some whites on your beard. That's also pretty." your fingers moved down to his slight stubble. "Suits you."

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if words could actually leave his mouth at that moment- so he just let you memorize him. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

But he didn't expect you to just stare at his lips for a full minute, and then reach in to leave a quick peck on them. "And these- still as soft as I remember."

He let out a laugh at that. "We were drunk when that happened, though. Years ago, if I may add."

You shrugged, nonchalant. "It was the first thing I remembered the next morning though. And it was also so gross, God, you salivate a lot when you're drunk."

"You weren't complaining then," his tone was lingering on playfulness. "Can't believe I never kissed you after that to actually prove that I'm actually a better kisser."

"I have serious doubts."

"Do you?" he hummed. "You're a few inches from finding out."

Instead, you aimed for his cheek this time. Scott was content with just that, too, as he let his hand fall on top of yours on the grass, providing shelter from the cold. "Is it scary for you too?"

"Terrifying." he replied right away. "But- you know what? Doesn't matter. As long as I got you."

"Yeah. And- we can do whatever we want. We're unsupervised adults."

"We really should be supervised."

It was slow, from then on. In slow-motion, almost. Because neither of you were in a rush as you stole kisses from one another here and there, never feeling as if you had to put a name on it so quickly. You two were just… Each other's people. And meanwhile that wasn't even near being enough to carry the weight of the feelings you harbored for one another, it felt just right.

[fandomnerd9602]

Cassie holds up the rifle…

Cassie: hands up!

Scott: what the-?!

Y/N: Cassie! It’s us!

Cassie: oops. Sorry!

Hope: who gave Cassie a gun?!

Scott: don’t look at me

Janet: she needs to know how to defend herself!

Y/N: and she looks sexy with a gun

Cassie: (blushes) thanks babe

Hope face palms…

For @jacenradio7

[verxn]

Dating Tony stark would include

Him spoiling you

“Damn I don’t know what dress to pick they’re all so pretty”

“Alright you heard her ring them all up”

You don’t like when he spends his money on you

“You should really stop with the pointless purchases..”

*him around the pool with a whole bunch of pool accessories you called cute*

“It’s my money I can spend it on whatever”

you having to drag him out of the office

“I just get so sick and tired of you not eating the food I slave over the stove to cook”

he eats the food just only when it gets really late

Listening to your talk about how annoying the people in the office can get

“Candice decided it would be great to take my damn idea for herself, but she was moving too fast she didn’t even hear what we were doing next” you laugh

Peter being you guys adopted son

“Peter!!! hi sweetie”

“hello Mrs. Stark!!!”

Him getting jealous that you’re showing more love to peter and not him

“Peter don’t you have a home to go back to?”

“Tony that isn’t nice”

You having to put him in check for his attitude

“What you got your period or something you more moody than me”

Him building you a suit

“I’m not wearing that..”

You wore the suit

He was so happy

Felt like a mom sending her daughter off to prom

“Alright turn around for me again I need to send this in the avengers group chat to show them my wife is better than theirs”

Him constantly bragging about you to Steve

“Yeah y/n is so wonderful I’m so glad I can wake up next to her every morning”

“You know she got a promotion the other day I’m so proud of her”

“Tony I really don’t think that’s necessary to the meet-“

“But yeah she’s the light of my life honestly”

You meeting the avengers for the first time

“Guys this is my wife y/n”

“Hello I made cookies!”

Them telling on Tony about how he won’t shut up about you

“Really…”

“What I was just saying the truth”

Him looking at you suffer doing or taking out your hair

You get to the last few braids

“You need help?”

“Tony what help can you give me there’s only 2 braids left”

“Yeesh my bad just trying to help”

[how-serene]

hihi i adore ur work!! could i possibly have a one shot where kurt goreshter takes care of his sick (gn!) s/o?? much love 🫶🫶

Rainy Days

Pairing - Kurt Goreshter x Neutral!Reader

Summary - While you're suffering with the flu, Kurt looks after you.

Word Count - 742

Warnings - reader feeling like a burden, fluff, reader is sick with the flu

A/N - Thank you for your request. Sorry it took so long!

You glared down at the thermometer, squashing the desire to chuck it across the room. Chills ran up your arms, forming goosebumps on the skin. Despite how tightly you clung onto the blanket draped across your shoulders, your teeth chattered. Trembles coursed through your body every five minutes, until you felt sore and stiff. On top of that, you couldn't stomach so much as a few crackers and some water. 

“God is out to kill me.” you muttered, willing the 103 F reading to change. Even shaking the cheap plastic stick didn’t move the numbers. 

This was no doubt the worst flu you’ve had in your life. 

“You’re out of bed.” Kurt said, surprised to see your shaking form standing upright. 

Well…barely. 

You were hunched over slightly, as if you were an old person left without a cane. The thick plush blanket swallowed your frame, nearly touching the floor. He noticed you swaying slightly, trying to remain balanced. 

Kurt immediately set the mug of tea down, and ushered you back into your shared bed. You whined, protesting against his gentle hold. 

“Stop being stubborn.” 

“I’ve been in bed for three days, Kurt.” You complained, turning to face him. “I’m tired of not doing anything.”

Kurt sighed, “You need sleep, and rest. That’s how you get better.” 

You fought back your protests, as he helped lay you back, propping up the pillow behind your head. His hands felt like a heater against your skin, as he ran them up and down your arms. Concern swarmed in his dark eyes, as he watched another violent tremor rake through your body. It felt as if your bones and joints locked up, causing you to become painfully stiff. 

You let out an exhale of relief as it passed, leaving you to collapse back against the mattress. 

“You okay?” He asked after a moment, soft voice barely reaching your ears. A deep frown was embedded on his face, eyebrows pinched with worry. 

I’m an asshole, you thought. 

“I didn’t mean to argue with you,” You said, reaching for his hand. “I just feel bad about not being able to help around.” 

He tsked, shaking his head at your words. 

“I don’t want to be a burden-

“I don’t mind taking care of you, love” He interrupted, thick accent laced with emotion. He squeezed your hand in ressaunce, tracing the lines in your palm with his thumb. The soothing motion relaxed you, as you focused on the edge of his nail slightly grazing the skin. 

“Here.” He said, shifting to grab the cup of tea from the nightstand. 

Steam rose from the cup, as the string attached to the tea bag dangled on the side of it. You grabbed it, humming at the warmth emanating from the mug. The herbal smell of the tea wafted in your nose, clearing your stuffy nose. 

“It’s chamomile.” He mentioned. 

You smiled, heart thudding against your chest. The sweet drink slid down your throat, as you took a cautious sip. Your eyes flickered up to meet Kurt, who still held onto your hand. 

A certain warmth flooded your chest, not caused by the effect from the tea. The softness in which Kurt took the cup from you, and helped you back into bed caused the corners of your eyes to sting. 

“If I wasn’t so sick, I’d kiss you right about now.” You said, bringing the blanket up to your chin.

Kurt went still at your words, eyeing you. A sudden smirk appeared on his lips, as he leaned forward. You went to shove his chest, not wanting to transfer your terrible illness onto him. 

“No, wait!”

He diverted, bringing his lips up to gently kiss your sweaty forehead. 

“You’re going to get sick.” You whined, gently pushing him back. 

He chuckled, peering down at you. “You’re very dramatic.” 

You rolled your eyes, blaming the sudden heat crawling up your face on the high fever. 

Kurt brought your wrist up to his lips, tenderly pressing a kiss against the pulse. 

Your heart spiked from the action. 

“Get some sleep.” He said, placing your hand on your chest. He dimmed the lamp beside you, and adjusted the pillow behind you. 

You watched as he left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar in case you needed him. The heavy comforter weighed you down, causing you to slowly drift off. 

You could still feel his cool lips against your skin as you fell asleep. 

[samwxlsxon]

ant man quantumania poilers with no context

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated." 

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do." 

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his. 

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly. 

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward. 

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp. 

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow. 

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk." 

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies. 

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-" 

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you. 

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?" 

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad. 

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath. 

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero. 

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

[darthbloodorange]

The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.

For the: ✦ @fandombingo - College AU [D5]

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Arts and Engineering Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Scott Lang Warnings: None Major Tags: College/University AU, Professors AU, Fluff, Pining, Gardens & Gardening, Professor Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Professor Scott Lang, Engineer Scott Lang ~ Summery: The university is planning to construct a new building on campus. Something modern and Eco-friendly. They get several staff to partake in the project, including Prof. Rogers of the Arts and Design department and Prof. Lang of Engineering. Colleges with a long-standing, well-known crush on the other that's apparent to everyone but themselves.

[paracosmic-gt]

G/Tober [Day 18]

Costume

Hands down, my favourite one so far.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, seething after Scott finally decides to tell them about the potential danger the universe is in.

[takenbypeter]

Accident…or not?

Scott Lang x reader

Words: 567

FLUFF BINGO

Hand uncomfortably on a colorful shape you maneuvered your last free limb onto another colorfully shaped circle.

How did you get in this position one might ask. Well it’s simple you and Scott were originally talking about Cassie and what games he likes to play with her which eventually led the discussion towards childhood games. And talking about your favorite games together made you both come to a realization.

That you’ve never played twister.

Which of course led your next date night to be just that. A game of twister.

Just as the game always is, it started out simple enough red hand on yellow, left foot on red.

But like any game of Twister it got uncomfortable fast, with your arms out like a crab while your legs were crossed on different colors. Scott stood legs far apart while he was bent over with his hands beside him when he had to flick the spinner again. You both watch as it spins and spins until it stops on Red.

With you occupying some red spots already his eyes skim over the colors and you notice his wheels turning before a smirk takes over his face.

“Oh don’t you dare.” You warn.

You watch in suspense as his arm moves towards the red, causing his body to curl over yours.

He put a little bit of his weight on you, a smile still clear on his lips. You knew what he was doing but like hell you were going to be the first one to drop on your first game of Twister.

“Hey! That’s cheating!”

“Whatever do you mean? I’m just playing the game,” he adds, putting a little bit more weight on you but you try to hold steady.

“Having fun?” You asked.

“Oh yeah. I’m having a blast,” he says voice genuine.

The pressure lightens a little as his teasing slacks. With a little help you spin the arrow until it lands on a nearby color making you safe once more but not so much since you’re still trapped under Scott.

He spins and you hear him let out a click with his tongue as the arrow lands on something that you can’t really get a good view of.

Scott thinks for a second before he suddenly sticks his leg out. Throwing his whole balance off, his arms weaken making him fall, pushing you down with him.

You let out a yelp of surprise as you body hit the floor with his body sprawled out over you.

You feel like you should be slightly upset but you can’t stop the laugh from leaving your mouth. Hearing your laugh prompted him to do the same and you could feel his chest moving up and down with his laughs, against your back.

“You lost.” You said in between laughs.

“Uh-uh your body hit the floor first so you lost.”

“Are you kidding me? The only reason I fell is because you took me down.”

“I guess we’ll never know who the real loser was.”

“It was you!” You bellowed, until you both settled down with him still laid out over your back. “Are you going to get off me anytime soon?”

“Maybe. Maybe not, you’re pretty comfortable.”

With a roll of the eye you shimmied your way out a little before pulling yourself out from him and pushing him, “c’mon let's go again. For real this time.”

[sergeantrosabellaswan]

Am I a Monster? Disney Frozen & MCU Corssover, CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

Summary:

Elsa and Anna Arendelle. Sisters first, best friends forever. Even with Elsa being the one with cryokinesis- the enhanced abilities to control snow, ice and the cold. Struggling to make ends meet with Elsa attending college and Anna finishing up her senior year of high school, they accidently attract the attention of both SHIELD and HYDRA.

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

I’m back! this is a rewrite of a past project that I had abandoned due to Covid and lack of brain cells. Let’s hope that I don’t lose interest in this little project of mine!

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1089

Elsa shut the door with her foot, carrying two bags of groceries for the week. An exhausted sigh escaped her mouth at the silence that filled with dingy apartment, located in the poorer parts of New York. Despite the fact that the twenty one year old college student was raising her sickly high school student sister on a fixed income, the sad apartment was fixed up to the best of their ability. The thin walls were decorated with blankets to keep the warmth in, the sagging bookshelf was crammed full with textbooks and cheap adventure novels, the outdated kitchen had a fresh tray of double chocolate chip cookies on the counter and a damp towel was neatly folded next to the stove.

All in all, the two sisters did the best that they could with what little they had access to.

“Hey,” Anna, her little sister, greeted with a weak smile over from the couch, where she was working on her chemistry homework. “How were classes?”

“Alright,” smiled the pale blonde with a small smile. “I’m just happy that winter break starts next week. Speaking of which- I went and got you another blankie.” She reached into one of the grocery bags and pulled out a fuzzy fleece blanket in hot pink and electric purple.

“Thank you!” Anna happily squealed, snatching the blankie from her sister and promptly wrapping herself in a warm cocoon.

“Well with how easily you get cold, I just figured that I should just wrap you up in blankies and have myself a little Anna burrito,” Elsa teased her said with a laugh. “Especially with Paul being such a grade A sleazebag excuse of a landlord and flat out refusing to fix the heating system.”

“Yeah.” All that could be seen of Anna were her eyes and nose, causing for Elsa to reach across and tap her little sister on the nose.

“Speaking of which, how are you on medication?” Elsa asked as she began to put the groceries away. “Do I need to go out and make a drug store run?”

“I don’t think so- my inhaler is half full,” Anna said, taking her glasses of to scrub at her eyes. “But I think I’m coming down with another ear infection and a head cold.”

Elsa groaned under her breath as she figured the cost of the medicines that Anna would require to get to her bubbly self once more.

“I’m so sorry Elsa,” Anna apologized. “I truly don’t mean to be so sick all the time.” Elsa didn’t have to look to see her sister was trying not to cry.

“I know you don’t,” Elsa took out a saucepan that had seen better days. “Does chicken noodle soup sound good for tonight?” Anna nodded, setting her homework aside as she curled up into a little ball to keep herself warm.

“Oh Elsa, before I forget, you got a letter today,” Anna said in an excited voice. “Had to sign for it and everything. I put it on our bed. it has an official looking seal- who do you think it’s from?”

Elsa smiled her thanks through a mouthful of food before standing to place her now empty bowl into the sink. She entered the only bedroom in the crap excuse of an apartment and immediately saw the letter- an official looking envelope of heavy cream colored parchment.

“Well, well, well… what have we here?” Elsa muttered, eyeballing the otherwise innocuous white envelope- Miss Elsa Arendelle it was addressed to in stern typewriter’s font. 1450 West Snow Hill Drive, #237, New York NY, 00097 was addressed underneath her name, making her anxiety skyrocket for some unknown reason.

Elsa was shaking as she used her gloved thumbnail to peel the flap open and pulled out a single sheet of paper, the same font from the front of the envelope. Elsa took in the bolded header, which had STARK INDUSTRIES stamped in a simplistic stylist font.

Elsa eyeballed the cream colored letter envelope as she set her backpack onto the rickety chair next to the sisters’ shared chest of drawers. She continued to read, her hands trembling as her pale blue eyes took in the words that were scattered across the page. Elsa could literally feel her face losing all color as she closed her eyes, forcing herself to take a deep breath of air.

I should have been more careful, she scolded herself, thinking back to that day when she had interrupted a mugging between a pimply faced teenaged young man and a heavily pregnant woman.

Dear Miss Arendelle, the letter read.

Your unique abilities have recently come to the attention of the Avengers, as well as your current living situation. Mr. Stark would like to propose a simple deal: you come and work for the Avengers Initiative, and in return, you will get put onto the team’s medical insurance, which will cover all of your sister’s medical expenses- visits to her cardiologist, audiologist and her ear nose throat doctors, all her medications including her asthma inhaler and her pacemaker and any furture surgeries that she may require.

I’m also including my phone number in case you have any questions at all.

Anothny Stark

Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist.

(571) 998-7850

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TAGLIST

@captain-ariel-barnes

@ofstarsandvibranium

@invisibleanonymousmonsters

@itsanerdlife

@crushedbyhyperbole

@brooklyn-boy

@yours-bucky

[samdeancass]

Requested by @jensen-ackles-girl​

Pairing: Scott Lang x reader

Halloween 2022 Masterlist

Halloween Prompts

Halloween Event Rules

The Avengers Campus was in full Halloween mode; decorations hanging from anywhere they could be hung, people being scared left, right and centre and some of the heroes were even dressed up. Now that's a sight you never thought you'd see!

You were laughing and joking with Tony, coming up with a few surprises for the party you were throwing later when you noticed Scott standing alone at the bar, twiddling his thumbs. You excused yourself and headed over to him, walking behind the bar and grabbing two glasses before pouring some whiskey.

"Tell me, Scott. What's a handsome guy like you doing moping around at a bar surrounded by the heroes of New York on Halloween, hmm?" You pushed the glass over to Scott which he immediately grabbed and downed in one.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, Y/N. I think it just reminds me of all the things that I've missed out on with Cassie. Taking her trick or treating, helping her pick her costumes. It's just something that I've always wanted to do with her, celebrating my favourite holiday." You walked back around the bar and swung a comforting arm around his shoulders, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I know you've missed out on a lot, honey. But you've also got so much to look forward to: Helping her pick the costumes of her kids, taking your grandkids trick or treating and you'll get to teach Cassie all of the greatest scary movies that have ever been made." He chuckled and places both of his hands on yours resting on the bar, intwining your fingers.

"See, baby. Don't be sad about what could have happened in the past, think about what could happen in the future." Scott looked up into your eyes and smiled. "What would I do without you talking sense?" "You'd probably have ended up back inside, or dead. Both are quite probable."

He laughed again and brought you in for a kiss, his hands resting on your shoulders. You sighed and sunk into the kiss, a wave of happiness and love travelling through you.

"Y/N if you've finished snogging Scott's face off, there's some more decorations that need to be hung." You broke away from the kiss and groaned, shooting daggers at Tony across the room. "Dammit Tony! You always do this!"

You looked at Scott and gave him one last kiss. "Horror marathon at my place later, you're bringing the candy. Deal?" Scott smiled and nodded. "Deal."

Marvel Tags:

@redcoatgirl

[fandomnerd9602]

Scottie Lang is shown around the Compound…

Steve: Y/N! Come meet the Ant-Woman

Y/N walks in and Scottie gets all flustered…

Y/N: pleasure meeting you. I’m a fan.

Scottie: (blushes) you’re a fan? I’m a fan. (Giggles) you’re gorgeous. What?

Y/N blushes. Steve face palms…

[verxn]

Sick day

Description: you’ve been keeping quiet about you being sick with a little cold you’ve caught because you didn’t want Tom to stop everything he was doing just to take care of you, that is until he still finds you in bed.

Pairing: Tom holland x black fem reader

Note: just another shitty writing :-(

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Tom woke up and looked around the room, everything seem a bit…off, usually y/n magenta silk bonnet would be on the dresser next to the scarf she puts on before bed, her clothes would be thrown on the end of the bed and there would be 3 pairs of shoes since she can’t seem to decide what to wear.

Tom looked to the side, to see his wife sleeping peacefully, her beautiful dark skin shined because the light shined through the curtains. Her hair was wrapped up or so she thought, her box braids slipped out of the bonnet and scarf. Y/n started to cough in her sleep, it went from small coughs to being awoken up from coughing.

“Hey honey, you okay?” Tom said to his wife while running to her side. She nodded still coughing, she then pointed to the little trash can across the room “hand me that” she said in between the coughs

Tom got up and put the trash in front of his wife as spit in the trash. “Yuck” y/n said putting the trash to the side of the bed “y/n are you sick?” Tom asked rubbing her back “yeah but I’ll be fine in no time, you can continue your work, no need to worry” she said with a weak smile

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, you can barely move” he said with a concerned look painted on his face, she frowned because she knew this would happen. “I’ll be right back” Tom said while grabbing his phone and walking out of the bedroom.

Y/n sighed and laid back down in bed, before she knew it she was gone, Tom walked back in and saw her sleeping quietly. He tucked her in and tried to at least put her braids back in the bonnet so they won’t get messed up.

He kissed y/n’s forehead and exited out the room to make some soup for her.

-

When he was finished he brought the hot bowl of soup and some crackers to her, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed, he tapped her. “Honey wake up, I made soup” he said softly

Y/n sat up groggily and sighed, she rubbed her eyes tiredly and looked at the soup. She grabbed the bowl and started to eat some, she ate half the soup and some crackers.

Then proceeded to lay back down, her husband looked at her while she drifted back to sleep, tom placed the damn near empty soup bowl back on the nightstand and sat down at the end of the bed watching over y/n as she slept peacefully.

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This song was kinda my inspo….it was literally playing when I was writing this🧍🏾

[antvnger]

I don't knoooooooow!

I want my puppy back! Shae wants her big sister back too!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Brilliant - Scott Lang X Female (Daughter) Reader

Title: Brilliant

Scott Lang X Female (Daughter) Reader

Additional Characters: Natasha, Steve, Bruce, Wanda (Mentioned), Thor, Hope, Cassie (Mentioned), Hank Pym (Mentioned), and Tony Stark

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,893

Warnings: Reader has a huge love for ants, ants facts, Tony being Tony, alcohol mentioned, Reader's super smart, Reader's mentioned to be a kid in homeschooled college, slight family angst, brief mention of Reader punching a kid, sarcastic reader, banter, and family fluff

The best word to describe your life was 'chaos.' Chaos was your life. But not for a while, in the beginning, your mother and father; Hope and Scott, said that you were a good baby and toddler. Yes, you cried and threw some tantrums like any other child would, but it wasn't until you were around six that Hope and Scott realized how very similar you were to your grandfather, Hank Pym. It started off small, noticing a few things here and there, but it wasn't until your seventh birthday that they both knew that you were going to be just like Hank.

Looking back, it was a bright, sunny day. It was warm out, not too cold and not too warm; perfect weather for a birthday. Your first-grade friends were playing in the backyard, swinging on your swingset, and some playing tag with each other, but you were nowhere to be found.

Scott had panicked slightly when he checked around the backyard, while also trying to entertain three kids with a magic card trick. His eyes filtered around the backyard, until he spotted you, in the corner, staring at the ground. Scott found it a bit odd, thinking that you were just a bit shy and didn't want to play with your class friends... So he let it slip his mind. 

But, Scott knew something was up once you blew your candles out. 

"Good job, honey! What did you wish for?" Hope, your mother asked, as you just started at the cake before you.

"I want an ant farm."

From then on, it seemed like your ant fascination skyrocketed. It became such a big part of your daily routine that Hope and Scott weren't sure what to do with you anymore. It was literally taking over most of your life as the years went on. You began only wanting things that were related to ants. Posters, books, an actual ant farm, and more. You had even started up a lemonade stand to get money to buy more books about ants. Hope and Scott thought it was cute that you were making lemonade for the people of New York who would occasionally walk by the house; Hope thought that it was a great experience to help you in the future with any jobs you might get. 

However, Hope and Scott began to notice that instead of getting regular kids' books about facts on ants, like 'Ten Fun Facts about Ants,' or ‘Annie and her Friend Ant,' you were going to bookstores, and leaving with 'Ants of North America; A Guide to the Genera,' and 'Identification Guide to the Ant Genera of the World.' Along with you, at the age of six and seven, reading college-level books and novels, you had become mighty close with your grandfather Hank.

You obviously loved spending time with him, since he would tell you about ants and the history and evolution of the world. That didn't stop you from getting lost every single day; that and the fact that you liked to pretend you were an explorer and explore new places, sometimes even in Central Park; hoping you could one day find a new ant species.

At the age of ten, you had become a spitting image, personality-wise, of your grandfather. You were as witty and sarcastic as you were incredibly wise beyond your years. Incredibly wise to the point that Hope and Scott thought it was best to take you out of grade school and set you up with college classes at home, where Hope could teach you. And it was totally not also because you punched a kid in the face after he said that Ant-Man was the worst Avenger. 

Along with your new college schedule at home - where you learn about geology, calculus, quantum mechanics, and so on - you did end up with a lot of free time, which allowed you to go to "work" with your father. Which was where you had met most, if not all, of the Avengers. 

~~~

Scott held your hand as you went up and up in the Stark Tower elevator. He let out a big sigh, becoming a bit nervous, as he glanced down at you. "You're going to behave, right?" 

You simply looked up at him, one of your favorite ant books in your free hand. "Of course. Why wouldn't I behave?" You asked, sarcasm lacing your words, before looking back at the book.

"Yeah, well, I just don't want you to bombard them with ant facts," Scott responded, before shaking his head slightly and looking forward again.

"That will be inevitable, Dad," You replied, looking forward as well, "I can't just not speak about the things that I enjoy in life. Ants bring me such joy that is beyond words, and I want everyone to know about my passions."

"Well... I guess just don't go overboard then," The elevator doors began to open, "I do love that you have something that makes you happy but I don't want you to tire them out. We have to make a good impression on them. You know I haven't met some of them yet - out of the battlefield, I mean." Scott spoke, letting out a sigh.

"You have to try and make a good impression. I don't have to try, I'm always going to succeed." You replied, before stepping off the lift and walking towards the common room, with Scott trailing behind you.

As you entered the common room, about seven sets of eyes landed on you. Some in shock, or so on, before they trailed up to see Scott.

"Hey, guys! Uh, this is my daughter. Y/N, say hello!"

"Say hello." You replied with a short roll of your eyes before you walked over to the first nearby person. Offering your hand with great conviction, "My name is Y/N Lang, I prefer Y/N Pym, but please, call me Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you." At your words, Scott felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach. It was nice that you were indeed so close to your grandfather, but for a long time, Scott had felt a strain on his and your relationship for the longest time. 

The redhead blinked, slightly shocked before shaking your hand with a smile, "Pleasures all mine, Y/N. My name is Natasha, but you may call me Nat."

"That sounds satisfactory. Did you know that there are over twenty-thousand different types of species of ants in the world?" You asked as Natasha dropped your hand, staring up at her expectedly.

Natasha's eyes widened slightly as she shook her head, "No, I didn't know that. But that sounds fascinating."

“Wow,” Bruce spoke up, “She’s just like Pym.”

"It obviously is. Now, if you'll excuse me." You replied before moving along to the next person. Staring up at the man, you offered your hand, "I'm Y/N. But you must have already known that. Since you are around fifty-seven inches away from Ms. Nat. So, I believe that I do not have to repeat myself. Did you know that ants do not have ears?"

Steve gave you a small smile, shaking his head, "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Steve. Uh, and I did not know that. That's very cool."

And so, you went along, speaking to Bruce, then to Wanda, and then to Thor. 

And then he came in.

"Hey! Thumbelina! Didn't know you were visiting." Tony walked in, pausing once his eyes landed on you, "And you brought your kid, that's fun." He spoke, walking over and offering you his hand. "Hey there, kid, I'm Tony. You may know me for my amazing persona as Iron Man. You know, saving the world and all."

You just stared up at him, glancing at his hand with a frown, "You can never trust a Stark."

Letting out a laugh, Tony withdrew his hand, gesturing to you as he looked at Scott. "Well, Lang, your daughter's a smart kid alright."

"Yes, she is. Very smart." Scott chuckled, placing his hands on your shoulders before you swerved out of his grasp, glaring quick daggers at him before you turned your gaze back at Tony. 

"That is correct. I am rather intelligent. But, it is only my grandfather and I that are intelligent." You remarked, giving Tony a slight smirk.

Tony laughed, "You're mighty sure of yourself there, aren't you? I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I have my own millionaire business, created my own suits, and am the lead Avenger. I am rather smart too."

"So you tell me, Mr. Stark. Are you sure you're worthy of that title? As lead Avenger, I mean." You asked sarcastically.

"Of course," Tony answered with no hesitation. "If anyone is deserving of being called leader of anything, it's me."

With a small snort, you folded your arms across your chest, nodding. Setting down your ant book on the coffee table beside you - with that, Scott knew you meant business - staring up at the man. "After all, when I can watch the news when I am not studying, by my previous calculations, you only pull twenty-two percent of your weight in most of your battles in the past seven years. That puts you closer to the bottom than any other Avenger."

"So," Tony retorted quickly, a grin still on his face, "You're what? Nine? How would you be able to make those calculations?"

"I have a photographic memory." You answered, "I've remembered everything I've read and seen ever since I was four."

"Well," Tony began, crossing his arms, "Who would you recommend should be the leader then?"

"Me." You answered, "If not myself, then my grandfather. Since we are incredibly intelligent, and no one's smarter than us. We could easily plan out an entire takedown for whatever crisis hits New York next."

There was silence between you as you waited for the man to respond. Tony then took a breath, "Well, Scott, you have a truly impressive kid here. She has quite a sharp tongue." He paused, looking back down at you. "You do remind me of Pym. Same brains and smarts. Same little attitude." He chuckled lightly, turning towards you. 

For a moment, you just stood in place. "I don't have an attitude, I have knowledge, and that knowledge is based on science, math, and ants." You began, staring up at Tony Stark as your father winced for the oncoming storm, "And about your prior comments about how smart I am. If you think I'm going to spend seven months learning Yale and Harvard level material just so you could tell me how smart I am, then you are sadly mistaken." You retorted, unfolding your arms from over your chest and narrowing your eyes. "I don't need you to tell me I'm smart. I know I am."

"Well," Tony began, a satisfied grin on his face, "Lang, your child is brilliant. I don't really care much for some children, but she's alright." He then gestured to the bar behind him, "Just don't let her near my lab or the drinks. She could cause chaos." He looked back down at you, "It was fun meeting you, kid." And with that, Tony left the room, but not before stopping by the said bar for a quick drink.

"Y/N, I told you to behave... Not- Not challenge Tony." Scott looked down at you as you grabbed your book.

"I think she was amazing." Natasha spoke, her back leaning against the cushions of the couch, "She stood up for herself and put Tony in his place. Maybe even hurt his ego a bit."

"I agree with Nat," Thor said, "Little Lady Y/N handled herself well."

The rest of the Avengers nodded along with their friend. And Scott let out a small sigh, "Well, I have to file some of that paperwork for Fury real quick. Are you guys alright with watching her?"

"Absolutely, Scott." Steve spoke with a grin, "She can tell us all about ants."

With those words said, you grin brightly, looking up at Captain America, "Finally, someone who understands me and lets me talk." 

Scott frowned before watching you speak so openly and animatedly with his coworkers before leaving for work. Scott wanted to be closer to you, but ever since you were six, it felt like there was a strain. A tension. One he couldn't break through with his easygoing personality and easygoing attitude. It was hard to try and get close to you. You seemed so far away, always talking about ants - which he too, liked - or talked about Hank. 

Scott felt like he wasn't important in your life to you. You openly showed your love for your mother, and for Hank, and Cassie. But for Scott, you hardly hugged him, barely acknowledged his presence when he was present, and never smiled at him when he entered the house after coming home from work. For years, he had dreamed of coming home from work and his children running up to him and hugging him. But when Peanut, or Cassie, would run into his arms, you would not. He loved you, and Scott knew that you must have loved him. 

After an hour, Scott found himself back in the elevator, going back up to grab you and head home to make dinner. It had been a long day, and he just wanted to go home. As the elevator doors opened, he thought he'd find you as he left you; animatedly talking about your favorite interests and ants. Though, when the elevator doors opened, he was surprised at how happy you seemed to be. You had all the Avengers in the room - Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Thor - all walking in a line, all holding random objects in their hands as they walked around the large room, following each other… Like ants. You stood on top of the coffee table, commanding the five of them around, similarly how an ant would. 

"Alright, honey, let's get home. I have to make dinner tonight." Scott spoke, walking over to you and helping you jump off the table. “We could watch ‘A Bug’s Life,’ huh?”

"Fine, but I want to come back. I am not done commanding my new ant army." You replied before turning to the five Avengers, "Thank you for playing with me."

As the Avengers began to say their goodbyes to you and your father, you took your book in one hand and his in the other, walking to the elevator. Once in, you dropped your hands from his, making him frown slightly but he shaky grinned down at you as he spoke. "I hope you had fun."

Looking up at him, you gave him a deadpanned look, “It was horrible, Dad. I hated it.” At his shocked look, you scoffed, "Of course, it was fun." You answered, "It was... Nice to have someone play with me."

Scott found himself nodding, "I, uh, I'm sorry I don't spend as much time with you. I wish I could. But I understand that I'm probably not the funniest dad or person to be around."

"It's not that you're not fun, Dad." You spoke, looking up at him, "I just like to spend my time with people who understand ants and in turn, me. Like grandpa."

Scott blinked, "Oh..." He trailed. "You- I- I know I don't take too much time into your interest, but I want to try. For you. I do like ants. It just can be… Tiring to hear so much about ants all the time." He then let out a sigh as the elevator doors opened and the two of you walked out, "I feel like there's some kind of strain between us."

Pausing, you stopped at the large glass doors of the Stark Tower, looking up at your father, you spoke, "I do wish you would listen to me sometimes. Hear my facts, take interest. But, I can understand that for some people, I can be a bit overwhelming with my overflowing facts. So, if I ever go overboard, you can tell me." You spoke, "It won't hurt my feelings if you tell me that I am overwhelming you with information. I can understand. I know that some people, unlike myself and grandpa, can only handle so much about ants. I would like to spend more time with you, Dad. And I do enjoy the time I do get to spend with you, Cassie, and Mom. I truly love you all. But, as I am going to learn how to manage how much I speak about ants in particular, I would like to advise that you take time to better yourself as well." You finished, turning to head out the door.

"Better myself?" Scott spoke, though unable to stop smiling at your words, "What do you suggest I better myself on?" He was finally getting somewhere.

As you stood outside of the tower, looking out at the city and the people around you, you reached up and took your father's hand before speaking, "Your magic tricks, Dad. You've been doing the same four for months. I have already memorized them. You need more material."

Scoot could only laugh, his heart swelling as the two of you walked home, "Brilliant. Okay, yeah, I can do that."

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