scott x hope oneshots

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"Hope?"

Hope opened one eye, blinded by the morning sun that filtered through Scott's window and curtains. She knew where she was, exactly what she had done with him the night before. She felt the bruises on her neck, on her collarbones. She felt warm in her chest and, blushingly, sore between her thighs. She missed that feeling.

More importantly, Hope felt Scott's torso beneath her head and chest. She had been sleeping on top of him all night with his arm wrapped around her and his face in her now-long hair. Hope tightened her hold on Scott and smiled to herself. She missed Scott holding onto her and curling up next to him. His Old Spice scent and his muscular form always drew her to his side at night; he was a form of the security blanket she never had growing up. She confessed that to him, once, a long time ago. Hope wondered if Scott still remembered her saying that to him as she cried into his chest all those years ago.

"Yes, Scott?"

"Last night?" Scott said, moving Hope's tangled, matted hair off her forehead and out of her face. Hope hummed in approval.

"I certainly remember last night. Certainly remember you crying afterwards and saying you still loved me and wanted me back."

"Hey, now," Scott said in sarcastic offense. "I also remember last night."

"You do?" Hope chuckled.

"You said you loved me, too," Scott said. Hope felt Scott's heart hammer in his chest below her palm.

"I do," Hope replied. "I just know I have to make you work for it."

Hope and Scott shared a short laugh together. They settled into the bed, each other, and Scott left a lingering kiss on the side of Hope's head closest to him. Hope felt it burn into her skin and warm the deepest part of her; Scott was just so kind and romantic and like that. She knew, far in the back of her head, that no other man could be like Scott in that way. Watching him with Cassie made her think that even more— he was so open with her and she could tell from the moment she met the pair together that she took after Scott. She brought out the best in him.

"Scott?" Hope didn't know what compelled her to even bring up her next topic.

"Hm?"

"I needed to tell you something. Something important."

"Oh, God. Don't tell me... you married someone. You got chlamydia. You-"

"No, no. It's not like that," Hope said, swatting Scott's shoulder lightly. Scott huffed in amusement, proud of his comment. "I just wanted to tell you that... at the time we broke up last, I had a pregnancy scare."

Hope swore she heard Scott's heart stop beating for a moment. She was glad she wasn't looking at his face; seeing the dumbstruck look on him may have made this worse.

"And what happened?"

"I wasn't pregnant after all," Hope explained.

"And why did you think you were pregnant?"

Scott's question hung heavy in the air and Hope's response was stuck in her throat. There were a thousand thousand things she wanted to say about her mind in those months, things about how maybe if she was pregnant he would stop being a fool and settle down, how she wanted him back. He had a daughter; she knew he wouldn't have left this child.

"I don't know."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Hope's words spilled out of her mouth like water from a fountain. She wanted to keep some restraint and hold back so badly, but was unable to do so. "I missed you, I was upset, I was angry. I was so caught up in all of my emotions that my body shut down, I guess."