#vanlang

[uhthor]

gravely saddens me that we didn’t get a character poster for m’baku, luis and ava. where are they?? did luis and ava survive the snap?? would their posters be coloured or not?? i need ANSWERS

[incorrect-antman]

Scott: I bet I can fit the whole world in my hands

Hope: Unless you're able to alter the suit to make you bigger than the planet-

Scott, cups Hope's face: See?

Hope, blushing: Stop it. I have a reputation.

[hexblooded]

Hope: Girls are so hot.

Scott: Guys are hot too, oh man.

Hope and Scott: Why is everyone so hot?

Hank: Global warming.

[vanddyne]

cassie: i wanted to be his partner but he said he wants you

hope: is that so? *looks at scott*

scott: *smiles*

hope: *heart eyes*

[kingjem]

theres no antman without the wasp

[wasp9000]

Hope and Scott rescuing each other is my aesthetic

AM&TW had some great dynamic scenes and pure concern/ love between the two. I ship this even harder than Janet and Hank... and I ship them pretty hard.

[langdyneweek]

hello! this is the prompt post for langdyne week which will take place from September 10th to the 16th!

the prompts are:

day 1: first time

day 2: civil war

day 3: mission

day 4: beach

day 5: free day

day 6: protecting each other (defense)

day 7: festival

[entorri]

Scott Lang’s Ringtone (one shot)

Hope and Scott were working together in the lab, or, rather, Hope was working in the lab while Scott sat idly behind her, making a colony of ants march to create different shapes on the ground.

Scott felt a startling vibration on his backside, the pleasant melody of Everyday is Like Sunday resonating from behind him. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and slid his phone out— taking a quick glance at Hope, who was glaring at him concernedly over her shoulder— before checking the number and grumbling softly.

“Spam,” He growled, hanging up and returning his phone to his pocket.

Hope turned back to her work briefly before doing a double take and leaning against the workshop table, her brows knitted together as she stared at Scott, who had returned back to his ant artwork. They formed themselves into a music note.

“Why do I feel like that song has some sort of significance to us?” Hope mused. Scott could feel her eyes burning into his skin. His spine tingled and his shoulders tensed as he looked up from the ground. The ants dispersed as his focus was shifted.

“Wha— What? I don’t... I don’t think it does. It’s just a good song.” He stumbled over his words like a toddler, feeling a burning sensation in his chest as Hope continued to watch him.

“Oh my God...” realization washed over Hope like a tidal wave. “Is that— is that the first song we made love to?!” She hollered, placing her hands on her hips and scrunching up her face mockingly. “It is!”

Scott’s chest was on fire now, the heat making his entire figure droop down further to the ground like a melted crayon on the sidewalk. His hand slithered up to his face to cover his eyes, his slouching reflecting a miserable attempt to hide from the situation.

“You’re pathetic!” She mocked. Her tone depicted disgust but her face showed the opposite. She was grinning like a giddy child.

Scott’s face contorted, his cringing causing his features to scrunch up. He uncovered his face and raised his glossy eyes towards Hope. “Don’t tell Hank.” He pleaded.

She giggled and shook her head at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “I won’t, Scott.”

That was only a little reassuring, because if he knew Hope Van Dyne, he knew that she was never gonna let him live this down.

Never.