pulled an unconsenting all nighter , itd 10 am im feeling bright hapy cheerfula and most of all i am eepy. and i had a oone (1) cup of tea . (i need a shit )

Second Chances - Jeff x Reader: Chapter 19

Summary: Reader and Jeff work a project and become fast friends. The project ends and they go their separate ways, neither forgetting the other. With Hollywood being a small community, you two bump into one another either at events or projects, but there is always something keeping you apart. Will the obstacles ever end? Chapter 19 Summary: It’s 2005. Reader and Jared go out for drinks. Jeff comes home early. Warnings: language (as usual), angst, accusations fly A/N: Please leave comments or let me know if you want to be tagged, etc Word count: 2500 Catch up here: Masterlist Tags: @jml509  @jasoncrouse  @yellatthetopofyourlungs  @bookchic20  @prettyepiic  @rizflo-blog  @curious-sub7  @backseat-negan  @warriorqueen1991

     As usual, the summer went too quickly, and before they knew what hit them, you were back on your familiar routine of riding the Norton from Jeff’s house to the Gilmore Girls set in Burbank. Weeks turned into months and it got to be 2005 in a hurry.      Jared wasn’t on the show as much anymore and you missed your friend. When he was in town, you spent at least one of those days out on the town making the most of things. Since he’d just turned 21 before filming started, you half-way felt like you needed to go out with him just to keep him out of trouble. If his mouth didn’t get him in hot water, you were literally picking his huge ass up off the floor. Not an easy feat when your buddy is seven inches taller than you. It took effort from you to get Jared in your Jeep, but you always got him home safe. Jeff was less appreciative of the time you spent with Jared because he was the one you called to pick you up from Jared’s house and then drive you back to get his truck home or load up the Norton. When Jeff was away working you’d just stay at Jared’s. To you Jared was your giant, little brother.

     He had no right to be mad and he knew it. There were countless times he’d gone out after work for drinks, smoke his throat raw and never think twice about it. When she would call him to get her, he knew she was doing it to be safe by not driving herself. He hated to admit it, but it sometimes irritated the shit out of him that she was out partying with another man, a younger man than himself. She did, almost always, remember to let him know where she was. This time though, he’d come home to an empty house with only Bisou to greet him. It’d been dark for a while and (Y|N) wasn’t home. When he’d gotten cleaned up and taken care of his luggage, she still wasn’t there, so he called her. …. straight to voicemail. He grabbed his coat and keys and slammed the door behind him as he went to the garage and his truck.

     You’d wanted to go home after your second drink, but Jared can be very convincing. Plus, he hadn’t yet learned the art of pacing oneself. He wasn’t sloppy drunk, but he was definitely having a good time. As usual, you’d taken his keys as soon as you’d gotten to the bar, which was within walking distance of his house.      You were throwing darts with some people you’d met that night. It was in the back of the bar away from the crowd. You little group suddenly got quiet and were staring at something behind you.      “What?” you asked.      One of the group pointed and you turned around to see a shirtless Jared grinning from ear to ear at you and there was an equally tall, but much more muscular man, behind him with his hand on Jared’s shoulder.      “Shit,” you said to yourself.      “There’s my (Y|N|N),” Jared was extra happy.      “Does this belong to you,” the bouncer asked, clearly unamused.      Your little group forgotten, “Did he break anything?”      “Nah, just get him outta here,” the bouncer said, turning Jared over to you.      Looking up at your slightly wobbly friend, “Dude, where’s your shirt?”      He shrugged, “I dunno, I was hot.”      He hugged you close and wiggled.      “Oh, my God, you’re gross! Please tell me that’s sweat!” you were not thrilled with his sweat being transferred to you.      “Yeah, probably some beer, too,” he grinned again.      You grab his arm by the elbow and start leading him out of the bar. He was pretty compliant, so you let go of his arm. You were about to the door and were going to say something to him when you turned to look for him and he wasn’t there.      “Goddamnit, Jared,” you grumbled and spotted your jolly giant easily.     You went to him and took his arm again.      “(Y|N|N), you’re a party pooper,” he giggled.      “Because you’re my family and I love you, is the lonely reason I’m not ditching your drunk ass right now. C’mon before the bouncer throws you out,” you urged.      He grumbled a little more, but not too much and let you take him outside to your Jeep. He hated riding in it, but you refused to let your soft-top Jeep sit outside all night, you didn’t care what kind of neighborhood it was, it was too easy to break into. When he was sober enough, he could walk his ass back to his truck and drive it home.      You pulled into his driveway and put the Jeep in park so Jared could get out and open the garage door. He moseyed in and grabbed a water from the refrigerator he had in the garage and guzzled it. You shook your head hoping that it wouldn’t revisit too soon.      Once you had the garage door closed and were inside his house, “You staying?” Jared asked.      “May as well,” you told him. “Jeff won’t be home until sometime tomorrow.”      You didn’t think you’d be staying out late that night, but it was after midnight and you both had worked that day. You really just wanted to sleep, but Jared’s place was a solid 30-minute drive from Jeff’s house and you weren’t sure you’d make it home.      “Make yourself at home, you know where everything is,” he said as he walked away to his room. You knew he’d be taking a shower.      It wasn’t until you opened the door to the closet that it finally occurred to you that maybe you spent too much time at Jared’s place. In the closet was your extra blanket, you needed it even in winter because Jared kept it so cold inside, and a basket with your toiletries and clothes to sleep in inside of it.      A sick feeling settled into your stomach and it wasn’t because of the rum. You grabbed your things and went into the spare bathroom to take a shower, wrestling with what the right thing to do was. Do you take a shower and go home or do you stay? Either way, the stale bar smell needed to go, not to mention the Jared cooties. Stay or go? Your guilt was winning.      Finishing quickly, because sleep was calling to you, you went out to the kitchen to find Jared rummaging for food. He had a pile of food out on the counter that could feed five people. He was wearing gym shorts and that was it. You were cold and you had on sweats and one of Jeff’s old t-shirts and were still cold. Jared had the metabolism of a flippin’ humming bird, not even a hint that he was cold.      You put your folded clothes on the coffee table and the basket with your toiletries on top. It made you think to check your phone for messages. You reached inside your purse to the inside pocket for your phone. Holding it in your hand, you were almost scared to turn on the display. The blue light was flashing though…      Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… Jeff had called and text twice.      “WHERE ARE YOU?” was the text from Jeff.      “What’s the matter?” Jared asked, shockingly sober and holding another water.      “Jare, I need to go, Jeff is looking for me. I think he’s home,” you told him, your guilt was rising quickly.

     Jeff went by the bar first, it had already closed. He didn’t see (Y|N)’s Jeep, but he did see a lonely truck he assumed was Jared’s. He made the trip to Jared’s house in moments. He knew the way, he’d picked up (Y|N) several times, but he’d never been inside or met Jared, she was always outside waiting for him when he would pull up and the house would be dark.      This time, it was like the house was lit up like it was on fire. Good. He’d been thinking about what he was gonna say when he walked in, better to have everybody on the same page. Now was as good a time as any to get the answers to questions that had been bugging the shit out of him. If he had to beat Jared’s ass, so be it.      Amped up, he took the steps to the porch in one leap and was banging on the door like a madman and ringing the bell at the same time.

     The banging on the door scared the hell out of you. Before you could say anything, Jared was walking toward the door and opening it.      “Who the hell…” you got up to see who it was.      You heard the door bang against the wall and boots on the tile floor. Jeff’s deep voice echoed off the floor and walls. Jeff looked around the corner and saw you. You had obviously just showered and he reeled around to look at Jared standing there in just his shorts. It looked bad, it looked really bad.      “One of you want to tell me what the FUCK is going on here?!” his voice boomed.      You wanted to hug him to calm him down, but he didn’t put off the “I need a hug” vibe.      “Jared, this is Jeff. Jeff, this is Jared,” you introduced them.      “Nice to finally meet you,” Jared held out his hand. “(Y|N) usually hauls my ass back home so I can pass out in my own bed.”      Jeff didn’t take Jared’s hand. “Is that what happened tonight?” he asked.      You only nodded.      “I wanted to go out tonight. (Y|N) can’t drop the big sister, production-assistant-protector role, so she came with me.”      “I make sure he gets home safe and if I’m too drunk, I stay here, if not, I go home,” you told Jeff. “I was just getting ready to leave.” You pointed at your clothes and things stacked on the coffee table.      “You keep things here? When I’m gone, just how often are you here?” he was starting to fume. “Are you two screwing around behind my back?”      “Don’t you dare give me that shit. I know full fucking well you go out for drinks after work and don’t think I don’t see how women look at you. I was one of them for fucks sake. I saw Serena every damn day for a month be all over you and that was at work where there was no alcohol to loosen inhibitions. Do I say one goddamned word about it? Fuck no, because I trust you and know that you wouldn’t do that to our relationship!” A terrible thought suddenly wriggled its way into your brain, “Are you screwing around on me? Are you trying to make this about me when it’s you that’s messing around?”      Jeff was taken aback by your words.      “Yeah, kinda sucks when someone assumes you’re fucking around, doesn’t it? Maybe I should just stay here after all,” you couldn’t believe this shit was happening. Todd had screwed around on you and now Jeff? He didn’t really answer your question, maybe he was just too stunned? It was kinda tough to be with someone that didn’t trust you to hang out with your guy friend. Jared had never made a pass at you and you were pretty sure he meant it the way it sounded when he said you were doing your “big sister” thing. Jared was definitely a good-looking guy and you loved him, like family, but he was so not your type. Jeff was your type, the real-life version of tall, dark and handsome. He was goofy as all hell and his laugh was so great. You loved to tease him as much as he liked to be dorky for you. And damnit, when your guy laughs (hard) at your stupid jokes, what’s not to love? Jealousy. Yeah, you did spend a lot of time with Jared. Yeah, you kept things at his house. At the time, you didn’t feel guilty. Showering and putting on clean clothes after a night at the bar didn’t seem like a bad thing, until that night.      Going home with Jeff was not something you wanted to do at the moment. For the first time ever, you didn’t want to be anywhere near him. He was right there and you couldn’t even look at him now. You left everything right where it was, including a too-shocked-to-move Jared, and went to the spare room. At that moment, there was no point in discussing it further, you would only yell and that wasn’t helpful. A few moments later, you heard the front door close and Jared turned the locks, then Jeff’s truck as he drove away. It was two days to Valentine’s Day.      Jared knocked on your door, “(Y|N), can I come in?”      “I don’t want to talk, Jared,” you called out to him.      “That’s bullshit, you make me talk when I don’t want to,” he said and tried the door, finding it unlocked.      He sat on the end of the bed.      “So, that could have gone better,” he said.      You were lying on your bed, a sobbing mess.      “Did he say anything to you?” you sobbed between breaths.      “He killed me with his eyes, but that was it,” Jared answered.      “Why’d I walk away?” you sniffled.      “You’re stubborn, just like him, I’m guessing. Call him tomorrow……later, and talk it out,” he suggested. “For now, I’ll get you tissues,” he said, his big hand slapping your thigh as he got up to get the tissues.      Boy, I really fucked this up, you thought.      You laid on the bed trying to calm down. Rational thought was not coming to you. You were mad that Jeff didn’t trust you to be with Jared and not make a pass at him and that he thought you wouldn’t stop him if he did make a move. Jeff would be gone for a week or two at a time and you never even considered he might mess around. Lord knows, he would get plenty of opportunities any time he went out. If you let yourself think about what he was doing when he was out without you, you would probably get jealous, too.      You made yourself think about things from Jeff’s perspective. The nights where you’d call him to pick you up from a friend’s, no… a guy’s house that he’d never met. A guy you talked about often and spent all day with. A guy you would go out for drinks with and made sure he got home safe. A guy at whose house you kept a change of clothes and toiletries.      You wrestled with what to do for a long time. Go home now? Sleep then go? Stay at Jared’s (or somewhere) for a few days until Jeff wanted you back? Eventually, you fell into a restless, nightmare-ish, sleep.

Lightweight Legend 

Words: 1397 Cast of Characters: Tony Stark, Scott Lang, Clint Barton, James Rhodes, & Steve Rogers Summary: The team is going out for a night of drinks and when Reader asks to tag along, Tony accuses them of being a lightweight. This results in Reader challenging him to a drinking contest.  Inspired by this post: 

“Ok so who’s coming out tonight?” Tony Stark was standing in the center of the common room where yourself and a handful of other Avengers were lounging. He clapped his hands and then rubbed them together enthusiastically, almost like her was charging them up with party energy.

“Banner?” He pointed to the scientist in question but Bruce shook his head and politely bowed out.

“I’m going bed.” He announced getting up from the couch. “Don’t call me when you guys get stranded in Chinatown or where was it the last time, Pennsylvania?”

“You’d probably ruin the fun with that big green problem of yours anyway!” Tony called after him with a smile. “Okay, Banner’s out. Lang, how about it? You’re always down to party. Rhody my man? We haven’t been out in a long time…”

“That’s because the last time we went out together you got my car impounded.” Rhody huffed, rolling his eyes.

“But I bought you a new one!” Tony frowned. “And it’s better than your last car.”

“Well I’m in.” Scott agreed.

“Me too.” You piped up. It had been awhile since you’d left the compound and you could really use a night out.

“Yeah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Clint spoke out. He’d been sitting in the corner reading a book. No one even knew he was listening. “These guys,” he gestured at Tony, Rhodes and Scott, “They goa little hard and [Y/N], you’re kind of a lightweight.”

“I am not a lightweight!” You disagreed immediately. Truthfully you were a total lightweight. If there were a level of someone with even less of an alcohol tolerance than “lightweight” that would be your category. Even in college while your friend’s seemed to be about to pound back gallons of liquor, you were ready to call it a night after two Mike’s Hard Lemonaids and a shot.

“So what if I am anyway!” You put your hands on your hips in defiance. “Why do people always act like being a lightweight is a bad thing? You paid forty bucks to get drunk and I paid like five. I’m sorry your sad.” You shrugged to let the guys know it was no skin off your back if they really didn’t want to include you in their drunken night of romping around the city.

“Let her go.” Steve urged from his armchair. “[Y/N] is a responsible adult.”

“Fine.” Tony groaned. He sounded like a kid who’d just been told to take his younger siblings along. “But Rogers, you just nominated designated driver.”

“Me?” Steve asked. “I never said I was going.”

“Well I’m certainly not picking [Y/n]’s drunk ass up off the floor of the bar once she’s passed out from her first shot if the night.” Tony explained.

“Why do you have to be so...infuriating?” You groaned. “I don’t need to be babysat!”

“Prove it.” Tony smirked. “And when you can’t do it, Rogers will be there to take you home.”

“I’ll get my shoes.” You accepted his challenge.

It was a tight squeeze getting everyone into a booth together, but Tony insisted it would only be uncomfortable for about twenty minutes because you’d be going home early. Determined to prove him wrong, you wedged yourself between Steve and Clint. Tony, Scott, and Rhodey sat across from you with Stark ordering everyone’s first round of drinks.

“A beer for us guys, and how about you, Sweetheart? Dry gin martini?” He was trying to tease you, but you were not so easily scared off.

“Sounds great. Hold the olive, and a glass of water to accompany it, please.” You instructed the waiter.

“Chasing with water will only prolongs the inevitable.” Scott chuckled.

“We’ll see who’s laughing tomorrow, when you fools are hung over and I’m not.” This went on for some time. One person would order a round of drinks for everyone and you would all exchange a witty banter about how well you seemed to be holding your liquor. It was all in good fun, and a nice distraction from the usual casualties and peril you all faced on a daily basis.

After about four drinks your resolve was beginning to waver. Tony had started you off with that gin martini, to which Scott added a margarita. Clint, in an attempt to be merciful, chose a fruity but expensive wine for you. The tab was all going on Tony’s card anyway. Drink number four was Rhodey’s pick. A nice frozen Pina Colada that would go down easy, he promised. It tasted like sunscreen, but that was a vast improvement over Tony and Scott’s choices.

Halfway through your frozen drink you started to feel the world slowing. You couldn’t get the words out of your mouth as fast as your brain could thinking them. Your speech was slurred and you were starting to have trouble understanding the others. You thought about calling it quits and letting Tony win, but the smug look on his face when he turned to say it was “your turn” had you guzzling water and repeating Rhodey’s round drink for drink.

After five drinks, a personal best, you excused yourself to the lady’s room; only staggering into one chair on your way there. The bathroom lighting was dim. You hadn’t noticed until you rejoined the guys at the booth who were all waiting on Steve to order round number six. Your vision was getting fuzzy and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep up. Proving yourself to the team was important, but living was pretty high up on that list of priorities too.

“Hey, you guys…” You started to say, but Steve had returned to the table with a tray full of drinks. Apparently, your waitress had gone home for the night and rather than move to the completely empty bar stools, or you know anywhere else, they decided to stay right where they were. Steve slid glasses of Whiskey on the rocks to almost everyone at the table, even saving one for himself. He handed you a mug with a new frosty drink in it. One sniff told you it was a Strawberry Daiquiri and one sip told you it was non-alcoholic.

Steve silently place a finger over his lips when he was certain no one was looking. He’d done it on purpose then. You kept up the ruse, glad for the Captain’s chivalrous efforts. You’d managed to do a fair amount of sobering up during that round between the daiquiri and the water you were double fisting. Too bad it was all about to go down the drain when the power was passed once again to Tony on round seven.

“You know,” He yawed as he climbed across Rhodey’s lap to get out of the booth, “I saw we call it a night after this one. [Y/n] has proven that she can certainly handle herself and I can only imagine what this is going to feel like in the morning…”

“I’m fine with calling the night now.” Clint agreed. “It’s pretty late and they’ve been waiting for us to leave to shut down anyway.”

“No, no, one mo…” The billionaire had been about to demand one final round as he finally got free of the booth, but something had happened under the table you couldn’t see. Tony had gotten some part of himself stuck on either Rhodey or Steve across from him and it caused him to fall to the floor. Stark made no effort to get up while everyone else peered down at him.

“Uh, a little help, please?” He grumbled waiting for Steve or Rhodes or anyone to drag him up off the ground. “Earth’s Mightiest my ass.”

“Sorry Tony, how was it you put it at the base, I’m certainly not picking your drunk ass up off the floor of the bar once you pass out?” With that the Captain easily slid out of his seat in the bar. He might have been matching everyone drink for drink, but his super soldier serum made it literally impossible for him to get drunk. So sober as could be, he helped you and the Clint out of the booth. Rhodey and Scott got themselves out, both climbing over Tony who was still laying on the floor.

“I’m sorry,” Tony whined, “But did [Y/n] out drink me? Hey come back here! This can’t be happening!”