RP LOG with comeswithcuffs | Jinxed
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Taylor was just setting her laptop aside on the nightstand when Jason started to stir beside her. When she had woken up earlier, she found him hugged up against her asleep again, even if she had been aware he had been up and out of the bed at some point. She had just been too tired to really realise when or where he went. He couldn't have been gone that long, and she was relieved to find him back in bed with her when she crawled her way back to sleep consciousness. After that, she couldn't sleep herself, so she took a quick trip to the bathroom and then came back to bed, settling in with her laptop and striking up a conversation with Matt online, even if he was only a couple of doors away up the hall. She was feeling a little better herself, her stomach not churning so horribly and all the other symptoms seemed to have settled right down. She was just tired now, and more than a little crushed their wedding had to be cancelled.
She slipped her fingers into Jason's messy hair, brushing it back off his face as she looked down at him, watching him wake slowly. The feeling that she couldn't quite love him any more washed over her again and she couldn't help but smile faintly, albeit sadly. They should have been married by now, on their honeymoon and completely wrapped up in each other. Not like this, trying to survive through food poisoning and accept the fact their special day had been ruined. She felt the urge to cry crawl up into her throat again and she tried to swallow it back. The disappointment was just heavy and all-encompassing. She wanted to be blasé about it, but she couldn't help being crushed. She had been so excited, almost to the point of disbelief. She'd had to keep looking at her engagement ring and checking her wedding dress was safe in the closet to remind herself that it was real. Then it was all pointless anyway. It didn't happen. Just like their first attempt to get married hadn't happened. Was Karma really trying to damn well tell them something?
But still right through it all, through the hurt of disappointment, she still needed to keep Jason as her priority. Even if he hated being weak, he needed help at times like this and she wanted to do everything she could. It wasn't about responsibility or obligation. It was about wanting to make sure he was okay, just like she knew he was doing in return. That didn't mean it was easy, it really wasn't. But this was how they worked, and she was pretty fucking proud of them both for coping with it all after everything. They were still holding each other up after everything, they could go that little bit further, right? She reached over behind her laptop and picked up a bottle of Gatorade she had taken from the fridge when she came back from the bathroom. "Ya' gotta have somethin' t'drink, sweetheart. Water ain 't gonna cut it and-" She cut herself off when she abruptly burst into tears, making a small whining sound of frustration at herself as she put a hand up to her face. "Shit, I'm sorry. I promised I wasn't gonna do this," she said tearfully.
It had been taking Jason some effort to wake up, but the minute he heard and saw the tears, he groggily fought off the sleepiness and tucked his arm around her waist, kissing her arm. "Hey... hey..." he murmured hoarsely. "C'mere, baby." He scooped the bottle of Gatorade out of her hand and set it on the bed beside him, but tried to urge her to lie down next to him so he could embrace her with a little more ease. "It's okay, you know. I kinda wanna cry a lil myself," he revealed, looking up at her in concern.
Taylor was trying to brush the tears away, but they were dripping down her cheeks at a steady pace now. She shuffled down the bed, moving so she could lie up against him and bury her face in against his shoulder. She took Matt's advice then, letting herself just cry out some of the disappointment she couldn't shake. It just felt a little easier having Jason there as a gigantic Kleenex, just like Matt had predicted. Normally she might have worried she would upset him too, but now she just clung to him and indulged in some of the heartache. "It was gonna be perfect. My dress was amazin' and the girls looked so gorgeous as bridesmaids. Ya' should be my husband and it fuckin' sucks that ya ain't!" she said through a sob, her hand splaying over his toned back as she tried to get just a tiny bit closer to him. "Why does everythin always suck? Why couldn't we just have one good day? Just one?"
"I dunno, baby. I've been trying to work that one out myself," Jason admitted quietly, brushing his hand over her soft blonde hair and pressing his lips against the top of her head. "It feels like everything I touch in my life turns to shit. I'm just seeing that it's a miracle you're even still lying here with me. I know I nearly lost you. I think after that, the wedding falling through doesn't seem like as huge a tragedy, even if it's horrible and it hurts because we wanted it so bad, and it really did go down the toilet in a burning mess. But we're still here together and we still wanna get married, right? I'm just so sorry you couldn't have your amazing day, baby. You've done so much for me, you deserved to just have the whole thing perfect and I'm sorry I couldn't rescue that for you." He rubbed her back softly, just holding her. "Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything? I can get it for you."
Taylor lifted her head so she could see his face. He looked pale and tired, maybe still a little green around the gills. She cupped his cheek with her hand and stroked her thumb back and forth across the rough stubble there that she couldn't help but find sexy on him. He was usual clean cut, typical boy next door, but she liked him when he got a bit rough around the edges too. In fact, she liked Jason Street any way he came. She was head over heels for him and had been for too many years to count now. Hell, she was probably crushing on him in the playground when they were kids. "Ya' give me countless amazin' days, QB. I just got so excited 'bout makin' it all official, havin' ya' mine and sayin' ya' were officially mine. It's stupid, I know. I got caught up in the girly excitement of it all. The thought of callin' ya' my husband made me wanna pee my pants in excitement. I fell in love with all the weddin' stuff and I couldn't wait t'see all our family an' friends. See ya' Mom and Dad again, knowin' they were gonna be my in-laws. I shouldna gotten my hopes up... not with our track record," she mumbled, biting down on her lip and blinking back more tears. She probably really wasn't going to get over this until she curled up in a ball and cried her heart out about it. She really did feel like an idiot. "Better than I was. Tired. I don't need anythin', QB. Just you to stay here and be my Kleenex while I go emo ex-bride for a lil bit, and to drink, so I know ya' at least keepin' up the fluids."
Jason kissed her forehead, tucking his arms around her protectively again so he could just hold her. "I think I can handle being your Kleenex after the bodily fluids we've just been dealing with together this past twenty four hours. Mac... baby, it's okay to be upset, okay? I am. I hate that it all went down like this. I'm so pissed off, but at the same time I'm devastated we couldn't pull this off. I wanted all that too, minus the girly wedding dress stuff. I don't think I have the ass for a dress. But it was supposed to be awesome. We were gonna get married! It wasn't like we were just ducking down to Walmart to buy undies. I know our track record sucks, but that was no reason for us to just outright think our wedding was gonna suck, was it? We were hoping it was going to be the first day of a new start, put that track record behind us, only to have it blow up in our faces again. Of course it friggen sucks. You ain't no ex-bride, either. You're still my bride, and we're gonna do this. Even if it takes us five hundred times to get it right, we're gonna do it and it's gonna be amazing," he resolved. "But if you need to curl up and cry for a lil bit, then you go right ahead, baby. I ain't going anywhere." He didn't want to think about the mess with Tim right now. He had given Tim his word and it would stick, but right now, Mac was his priority and he wanted nothing more right at that moment than to just hole up in bed with her and be miserable about the ruined day, and the fact he still felt crappy.
Taylor closed her eyes, quietly losing herself in his closeness and warmth for a few moments, wishing she could just stay lying there forever. "Do you think we're jinxed?" she finally asked in a tiny voice, choked up a little as a couple of tears escaped, which she wiped away against his shoulder.
Jason sighed softly and started to brushed long, soothing strokes down her back. "Maybe," he admitted honestly. "I try to come up with other ways to explain it all, but I got nothing. Doesn't mean I'm going to go down without a fight, though. We'll keep trying til we beat this thing, and hopefully look back on it all one day as getting us to a place where we're disgustingly happy together and have everything we want and dream about. Maybe we are jinxed, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to get all that one day... right? Otherwise, what's the damn point of any of it?"
"I dunno, darlin'... findin' a decent Chinese takeout, maybe?" Taylor joked with a small, tearful laugh.
Jason couldn't help but laugh, dipping his head a little so he could kiss her lips softly. "Never a-fuckin-gain," he resolved. "I'm officially sticking to pizza for the rest of my life."
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Taylor was just setting her laptop aside on the nightstand when Jason started to stir beside her. When she had woken up earlier, she found him hugged up against her asleep again, even if she had been aware he had been up and out of the bed at some point. She had just been too tired to really realise when or where he went. He couldn't have been gone that long, and she was relieved to find him back in bed with her when she crawled her way back to sleep consciousness. After that, she couldn't sleep herself, so she took a quick trip to the bathroom and then came back to bed, settling in with her laptop and striking up a conversation with Matt online, even if he was only a couple of doors away up the hall. She was feeling a little better herself, her stomach not churning so horribly and all the other symptoms seemed to have settled right down. She was just tired now, and more than a little crushed their wedding had to be cancelled.
She slipped her fingers into Jason's messy hair, brushing it back off his face as she looked down at him, watching him wake slowly. The feeling that she couldn't quite love him any more washed over her again and she couldn't help but smile faintly, albeit sadly. They should have been married by now, on their honeymoon and completely wrapped up in each other. Not like this, trying to survive through food poisoning and accept the fact their special day had been ruined. She felt the urge to cry crawl up into her throat again and she tried to swallow it back. The disappointment was just heavy and all-encompassing. She wanted to be blasé about it, but she couldn't help being crushed. She had been so excited, almost to the point of disbelief. She'd had to keep looking at her engagement ring and checking her wedding dress was safe in the closet to remind herself that it was real. Then it was all pointless anyway. It didn't happen. Just like their first attempt to get married hadn't happened. Was Karma really trying to damn well tell them something?
But still right through it all, through the hurt of disappointment, she still needed to keep Jason as her priority. Even if he hated being weak, he needed help at times like this and she wanted to do everything she could. It wasn't about responsibility or obligation. It was about wanting to make sure he was okay, just like she knew he was doing in return. That didn't mean it was easy, it really wasn't. But this was how they worked, and she was pretty fucking proud of them both for coping with it all after everything. They were still holding each other up after everything, they could go that little bit further, right? She reached over behind her laptop and picked up a bottle of Gatorade she had taken from the fridge when she came back from the bathroom. "Ya' gotta have somethin' t'drink, sweetheart. Water ain 't gonna cut it and-" She cut herself off when she abruptly burst into tears, making a small whining sound of frustration at herself as she put a hand up to her face. "Shit, I'm sorry. I promised I wasn't gonna do this," she said tearfully.
It had been taking Jason some effort to wake up, but the minute he heard and saw the tears, he groggily fought off the sleepiness and tucked his arm around her waist, kissing her arm. "Hey... hey..." he murmured hoarsely. "C'mere, baby." He scooped the bottle of Gatorade out of her hand and set it on the bed beside him, but tried to urge her to lie down next to him so he could embrace her with a little more ease. "It's okay, you know. I kinda wanna cry a lil myself," he revealed, looking up at her in concern.
Taylor was trying to brush the tears away, but they were dripping down her cheeks at a steady pace now. She shuffled down the bed, moving so she could lie up against him and bury her face in against his shoulder. She took Matt's advice then, letting herself just cry out some of the disappointment she couldn't shake. It just felt a little easier having Jason there as a gigantic Kleenex, just like Matt had predicted. Normally she might have worried she would upset him too, but now she just clung to him and indulged in some of the heartache. "It was gonna be perfect. My dress was amazin' and the girls looked so gorgeous as bridesmaids. Ya' should be my husband and it fuckin' sucks that ya ain't!" she said through a sob, her hand splaying over his toned back as she tried to get just a tiny bit closer to him. "Why does everythin always suck? Why couldn't we just have one good day? Just one?"
"I dunno, baby. I've been trying to work that one out myself," Jason admitted quietly, brushing his hand over her soft blonde hair and pressing his lips against the top of her head. "It feels like everything I touch in my life turns to shit. I'm just seeing that it's a miracle you're even still lying here with me. I know I nearly lost you. I think after that, the wedding falling through doesn't seem like as huge a tragedy, even if it's horrible and it hurts because we wanted it so bad, and it really did go down the toilet in a burning mess. But we're still here together and we still wanna get married, right? I'm just so sorry you couldn't have your amazing day, baby. You've done so much for me, you deserved to just have the whole thing perfect and I'm sorry I couldn't rescue that for you." He rubbed her back softly, just holding her. "Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything? I can get it for you."
Taylor lifted her head so she could see his face. He looked pale and tired, maybe still a little green around the gills. She cupped his cheek with her hand and stroked her thumb back and forth across the rough stubble there that she couldn't help but find sexy on him. He was usual clean cut, typical boy next door, but she liked him when he got a bit rough around the edges too. In fact, she liked Jason Street any way he came. She was head over heels for him and had been for too many years to count now. Hell, she was probably crushing on him in the playground when they were kids. "Ya' give me countless amazin' days, QB. I just got so excited 'bout makin' it all official, havin' ya' mine and sayin' ya' were officially mine. It's stupid, I know. I got caught up in the girly excitement of it all. The thought of callin' ya' my husband made me wanna pee my pants in excitement. I fell in love with all the weddin' stuff and I couldn't wait t'see all our family an' friends. See ya' Mom and Dad again, knowin' they were gonna be my in-laws. I shouldna gotten my hopes up... not with our track record," she mumbled, biting down on her lip and blinking back more tears. She probably really wasn't going to get over this until she curled up in a ball and cried her heart out about it. She really did feel like an idiot. "Better than I was. Tired. I don't need anythin', QB. Just you to stay here and be my Kleenex while I go emo ex-bride for a lil bit, and to drink, so I know ya' at least keepin' up the fluids."
Jason kissed her forehead, tucking his arms around her protectively again so he could just hold her. "I think I can handle being your Kleenex after the bodily fluids we've just been dealing with together this past twenty four hours. Mac... baby, it's okay to be upset, okay? I am. I hate that it all went down like this. I'm so pissed off, but at the same time I'm devastated we couldn't pull this off. I wanted all that too, minus the girly wedding dress stuff. I don't think I have the ass for a dress. But it was supposed to be awesome. We were gonna get married! It wasn't like we were just ducking down to Walmart to buy undies. I know our track record sucks, but that was no reason for us to just outright think our wedding was gonna suck, was it? We were hoping it was going to be the first day of a new start, put that track record behind us, only to have it blow up in our faces again. Of course it friggen sucks. You ain't no ex-bride, either. You're still my bride, and we're gonna do this. Even if it takes us five hundred times to get it right, we're gonna do it and it's gonna be amazing," he resolved. "But if you need to curl up and cry for a lil bit, then you go right ahead, baby. I ain't going anywhere." He didn't want to think about the mess with Tim right now. He had given Tim his word and it would stick, but right now, Mac was his priority and he wanted nothing more right at that moment than to just hole up in bed with her and be miserable about the ruined day, and the fact he still felt crappy.
Taylor closed her eyes, quietly losing herself in his closeness and warmth for a few moments, wishing she could just stay lying there forever. "Do you think we're jinxed?" she finally asked in a tiny voice, choked up a little as a couple of tears escaped, which she wiped away against his shoulder.
Jason sighed softly and started to brushed long, soothing strokes down her back. "Maybe," he admitted honestly. "I try to come up with other ways to explain it all, but I got nothing. Doesn't mean I'm going to go down without a fight, though. We'll keep trying til we beat this thing, and hopefully look back on it all one day as getting us to a place where we're disgustingly happy together and have everything we want and dream about. Maybe we are jinxed, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to get all that one day... right? Otherwise, what's the damn point of any of it?"
"I dunno, darlin'... findin' a decent Chinese takeout, maybe?" Taylor joked with a small, tearful laugh.
Jason couldn't help but laugh, dipping his head a little so he could kiss her lips softly. "Never a-fuckin-gain," he resolved. "I'm officially sticking to pizza for the rest of my life."
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