somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Saturday Evening [03/11].

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MHA #4; Saturday Evening [03/11].

Having Annie back had been such a relief that Summer hadn't even really realized how much she'd been suppressing how worried she'd been until she didn't have to worry anymore, and the tension she'd been carrying on her shoulders got a whole lot lighter. And since it had been fairly early when she did come over, Summer was able to use that evening after she left to get some good ass sleep and woke up feeling...well, there was still a lingering trace of a hangover in there, but it was reduced to a dull murmur rather than the intrusive roar it had been yesterday.

And then she was thinking about the fact that her mere two glasses yesterday, bolstering her girl talk with ice cream instead, had barely put a dent in the amount of sangria she had made for last night's original plans, and then the remade plans with that guy from Tinder she'd been jerking around with rescheduling, and figured, fuck it, he was getting jerked around a little more and she canceled, with the promise to really make it up to him if he was willing to meet up on Monday instead.

Like, really make it up to him...

And, with that squared away, she felt a...slight moment of hesitation, before sending out another text:

u still have those cupcakes?

[[ for the recipient of said text, of course~ And it gets a little NSFW-y, who would have ever thouuuuuught?? ]]

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A couple of cupcakes had fallen victim to Stark's reaction to being canceled on yesterday. There were still plenty of them left!

most of them. do you want me to drop them off for you

Just assuming she didn't want more company there. Like an idiot.

Summer took a moment to look at that response and tried not to sigh.

(She failed completely).

i want u to come down and have them with me. and also the leftover sangria that'll just go to waste if we don't drink it. there's still a lot left

She then pressed send on that with a certain amount of satisfaction because, HA! Try wishy-washing yourself out of that logic, Stark.

Edited 2023-03-11 14:19 (UTC)

That was encouraging and Stark smiled at his phone. Even if he could picture the eyeroll Summer probably gave his first text.

be right there

What? It wasn't like he was doing anything else this evening. Nothing at all.

It was only a few minutes later that he was knocking on Summer's door, cupcake container in hand.

Summer found herself still wedged smack-dab in the middle of being pleased that that knock had come as quickly as it had and being worried about it, but when she'd sent that first text, she'd done so with the resolve to at least try leaning a little more toward the first one.

And when she opened the door, it was with a smile that helped with that, too. "Hey," she said, then moved back to open the door more fully. "Come on in."

"I ate a couple of them," Stark confessed. "Last night."

While sulking.

"But here. Most of the cupcakes," he said, handing over the container with a hesitant smile. "Hello, Summer."

Summer's smile wrinkled a little bit with guilt, as she took the container and pulled it close with a newfound sense of contrition. "Sorry about that," she said, "by the way. But, you know, bestie back from an apocalypse, you know how it goes."

If anything, surely he'd have some comparative situation to relate it to, right? But Summer wasn't about to dwell on it, turning toward the living room and taking the cupcakes with her.

"Anyway, everything's already out, let me pour you a glass."

Had she pretty much just assumed he'd be coming down? Well...she canceled her other plans before confirming these ones, sooo....

It was almost as if she knew him well and knew he'd come running if called.

"Annie needed you," Stark said with a small shrug. "But she's alright?"

Yes, she'd barely spoken to him for a year now but that didn't mean he didn't care. He'd always cared.

He followed her to the living room. "Thank you," he said, nodding towards the sangria.

To be fair, he hadn't exactly spoken to her much, either.

"She is great, actually," Summer was exceptionally pleased to report, practically beaming into the glass as she poured the sangria into it, but she'd leave those details at that. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I need her more than the other way around.

"I was honestly starting to get a little worried," she admitted, as she handed the glass over to Stark. "Not that I needed to be, she's seriously one of the strongest people I know."

He didn't think she wanted him to.

"She is," Stark agreed as he took the glass.

"Are you alright then?"

Had something happened he didn't know about?

Yeah, and Stark was definitely always completely right about all the things he thought, especially when it came to other people, a-hem.

But that was still a question with a complicated answer, so Summer didn't say anything right away. She just poured her own glass and then set down the pitcher, then cracked open that container to grab a cupcake before sitting down on the couch.

Man, between the cupcakes and the ice cream and sangria and everything she drank on Thursday, she was seriously going to need to really hit the gym next week.

Or at least make sure to get a damn good workout on Monday.

"I am," she finally said, and then decided to be more honest with it by amending, "mostly. I'm definitely feeling better..."

Which, you know, pretty low fucking bar to clear there...

Stark, misjudge someone's opinion of him? Never.

"I'm glad you're doing better," he said quietly as he settled himself at the other end of the couch. "Even if it isn't all the way. Better is good. Even just a little at a time."

He knew that well enough.

"Yeah," said Summer, "I'm getting there. Slowly but surely."

Maybe even a little faster than most, because she had sort of seen this coming for a while now, even if she hadn't been aware of it, and even now, she was still a little surprised by her own need to just cling to certain things as long as possible. She, who didn't hesitate even a moment to blow up her own jello shop in space, who didn't think twice about driving her spaceship girlfriend into a lake or ghosting a husband in a shitty apocalypse....clinging.

She also couldn't help noticing the Stark picked the literal furthest spot from her on the couch to sit without having just plopped down on the arm rest, so she scooted towards him a little.

Because she wasn't reaching across the whole length of the couch just to clink glasses, which she was clearly going for now as she held hers out.

"Well," she said, "salud."

Sometimes clinging to what was left was all you could do. Stark knew that very well.

Stark noticed that little scoot and offered a hesitant smile and a clink. "To getting better?"

"To getting better," Summer agreed, and went to take that habitual drain-almost-jalf-the-glass first swig, especially since that hesitant smile on Stark's face made her really feel like she was going to need it.

Then she scooted closer again. This time to offer out the cupcake she had.

"You didn't get a cupcake," she pointed out, and since she was closer to the container, it made sense for him to take that one and she'd just grab a new one.

"Thank you," Stark said as he took the cupcake carefully from her hand.

"You still have your bracelet on," he said after a sip of his own sangria. "Good. And your sangria is better than at the bar."

Of course it was. It was Summer's and not meant to be horrifying to anyone.

"It's a nice bracelet," Summer noted, with a faint grin as she lifted up the wrist it was on while having to also dedicatedly ignore the reminder of what was not on her other wrist, "and you know what? Turns out it does actually match a few things I own."

Like, most of it.

But oh no, it turned out that Summer had sort of misjudged the distance between her and the cupcakes, so she did actually have to get up off the couch, just briefly, to retrieve another one after all. And once she did, she just plopped back down on the couch, only right next to Stark, and she looked over at him with a smile.

"Of course it's better," she said. "I made it."

"I'm glad it matches a few things," Stark said with a much easier smile now. "I hoped it would." He was thrilled she liked it enough to still be wearing it.

"You did," he said, looking over at her with a softer smile when she settled in next to him (and didn't tense up, even!). "So of course it's good. And it will go very well with our cupcakes."

He took a bite to demonstrate.

Considering that Summer half expected Stark to start scaling the armrest once she abolished almost any space between the two of them, not even tensing up was honestly kind of a surprise, and Summer's head quirked a little.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" she said, before turning her attention to her own bite, trying to be...somewhat mindful of the frosting, since, well, she had been having a little bit of difficulty with that sort of thing lately.

Maybe it was just relief that Summer hadn't really decided she didn't want to see him at all and it was just that something (someone) more important had come up. Or maybe it was that Summer next to him was just...nice. Or maybe it was the sangria rapidly disappearing from his glass. Maybe it was all of those things.

"That was the idea," Stark agreed with a nod and another bite. "I'm just glad it worked."

"Although," said Summer, after washing her bite down with some sangria and then carefully nudging the back of her hand against the corner of her mouth, "between this and the ice cream last night, I am seriously on the way toward a major sugar crash."

Another sip.

"Or diabetes."

The alcohol, however, would be fine; she was genetically disposed to have a superhuman liver.

"If you just keep having sweet things maybe you won't crash?" No. That wasn't really how it worked, Stark.

"Did you find sangria flavored ice cream too?" He asked curiously. "That sounds good."

"But this is good too." He took another sip of the sangria before taking another bite of cupcake. "Together."

"That's not how that works, Stark," Summer echoed the narrative with a snort, scooting forward, toward the edge of the couch, so she could reach over for the pitcher on the coffee table to refill her glass before getting too settled in. "And no sangria flavored ice cream; Annie brought over Ben & Jerry's; she had Cherry Garcia, but I stuck with Phish Food because one time, my dad ate this nasty infected Cherry Garcia that my grampa kept in his personal freezer and had to be rushed to an alien hospital where they wanted to chop off his dick to save some civil rights leader, so now I can't even go near the stuff."

Sorry, Stark, you weren't just back from an apocalypse, so you actually did get to hear the Cherry Garcia story, but at least you were also being offered a refill your sangria now to make up for it?

Stark held out his glass for the refill while fighting an urge to cross his legs.

"They wanted to chop...No. How would that help? No."

He hadn't expected the conversation to take that sort of turn. At all. And he hurriedly popped the last bit of cupcake into his mouth so he could drop his free hand to his lap.

Summer couldn't help but grin at that less than subtle reaction, and after a very brief moment of thinking she shouldn't, decided to just go ahead and say it, as she set the pitcher back on the coffee table.

"Don't worry, Stark. Your dick will be safe here with me."

She then leaned back on the back of the couch, pulling her legs up and folding them underneath her as she continued, because he had asked, after all.

"But apparently, whatever kind of alien this guy was, their hearts have almost the exact shape and design as a human penis, enough so that all they had to do, apparently, was just make a few alterations, and since they almost never got humans out there in that space hospital, it was really an opportunity too good to pass up."

Of course, at this point, Summer was now realizing that this conversation involved an uncomfortable awareness of her own father's junk, which you'd think would be something that wouldn't tug at those heartache strings with regards to her recent breakup, but then you'd actually, unfortunately, be very wrong.

Edited 2023-03-11 20:18 (UTC)

Look, Stark was rather attached to his body having briefly lost it the once and that included all of his parts.

He took a very long sip of his sangria which had thankfully just been refilled.

"I'm sure all of me is safe with you." Was that better, really? Was it?

"I...your poor father."

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