I've Acted Out My Life In Stages (John Mayer/Taylor Swift RPF, 2/?)
Yup, so...when it rains it pours...
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Series Title: I've Acted Out My Life In Stages
Section Title: Now I'm Born And Raised
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 453 (2/?)
Summary: We were alone, and I was singing my song for you...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Notes: Since I'm dropping my John/Taylor het-bigbang, I thought I'd post the little ficlets I did complete for this story/universe. Maybe I'll finish it eventually or continue on at least. We'll see where my inspiration ends up. In this world, it was a straight shot from meeting and recording Half Of My Heart to marriage, kids, but it was not all sunshine and roses along the way.
part i
September 2014
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Dylan is an insomniac, just like his old man, just like his old man before him. He’s a little small for his age, and more colicky than Lexi had been, and John wonders if a three-month-old knows how to stress himself out. Maybe it’s genetics.
“Come on, buddy,” John sighs, as he walks the floor with him in slow, gentle paces. He kisses the top of his son’s head and sings a few bars of Don’t Think Twice (It’s All Right). It’s the kid’s favorite lullaby, and it usually does the trick. Dylan stops fussing but his eyes are wide open. There’s going to be no sleeping for him tonight. And John certainly knows how that goes.
Dylan is Mr. Serious, that’s for sure. Lexi had been a little ball of sunshine since day one, with a loud voice that she liked to be heard, and she was always smiling and giggling, but Dylan is a harder nut to crack. John sometimes feels like he is having staring contests with an infant. “What’s going on behind those baby browns, buddy?” John will ask him, and he even sort of expects an answer sometimes. “What are you going to be like at seventeen?” He asks again, with a small smile. He half can’t wait to find out, half fears the day.
“Hey, what’s going on out here?”
John turns at the sound of his wife’s voice. Taylor is padding in to the nursery in old boxer shorts of his and a tee shirt that says Berklee College of Music in the most faded letters. Her eyes have faint blue circles under the rim, but she’s smiling as she holds out her arms for her baby. “How’s my boy? What’cha doing up still, big guy?” She kisses the top of his head in the same place John had and smiles at her husband over their son’s head. Dylan snuggles into the crook of her neck, looking like the most content boy in the world. John knows the feeling and hangs onto it when he can.
“It’s late,” Taylor whispers, soothing her hand in circles on Dylan’s back. “Why don’t we all just bunk in together. Lexi’s out like a light, so the bed almost feels empty.” Their daughter hadn’t taken so kindly to her Big Girl bed at first, and John kept waking up to little feet in his face or sticking into his spine, but she had been getting more used to it the past couple of days.
“Sure,” he nods, kissing his wife before shutting off the night-light in the baby’s room.
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Series Title: I've Acted Out My Life In Stages
Section Title: Now I'm Born And Raised
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 453 (2/?)
Summary: We were alone, and I was singing my song for you...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Notes: Since I'm dropping my John/Taylor het-bigbang, I thought I'd post the little ficlets I did complete for this story/universe. Maybe I'll finish it eventually or continue on at least. We'll see where my inspiration ends up. In this world, it was a straight shot from meeting and recording Half Of My Heart to marriage, kids, but it was not all sunshine and roses along the way.
part i
September 2014
:::
Dylan is an insomniac, just like his old man, just like his old man before him. He’s a little small for his age, and more colicky than Lexi had been, and John wonders if a three-month-old knows how to stress himself out. Maybe it’s genetics.
“Come on, buddy,” John sighs, as he walks the floor with him in slow, gentle paces. He kisses the top of his son’s head and sings a few bars of Don’t Think Twice (It’s All Right). It’s the kid’s favorite lullaby, and it usually does the trick. Dylan stops fussing but his eyes are wide open. There’s going to be no sleeping for him tonight. And John certainly knows how that goes.
Dylan is Mr. Serious, that’s for sure. Lexi had been a little ball of sunshine since day one, with a loud voice that she liked to be heard, and she was always smiling and giggling, but Dylan is a harder nut to crack. John sometimes feels like he is having staring contests with an infant. “What’s going on behind those baby browns, buddy?” John will ask him, and he even sort of expects an answer sometimes. “What are you going to be like at seventeen?” He asks again, with a small smile. He half can’t wait to find out, half fears the day.
“Hey, what’s going on out here?”
John turns at the sound of his wife’s voice. Taylor is padding in to the nursery in old boxer shorts of his and a tee shirt that says Berklee College of Music in the most faded letters. Her eyes have faint blue circles under the rim, but she’s smiling as she holds out her arms for her baby. “How’s my boy? What’cha doing up still, big guy?” She kisses the top of his head in the same place John had and smiles at her husband over their son’s head. Dylan snuggles into the crook of her neck, looking like the most content boy in the world. John knows the feeling and hangs onto it when he can.
“It’s late,” Taylor whispers, soothing her hand in circles on Dylan’s back. “Why don’t we all just bunk in together. Lexi’s out like a light, so the bed almost feels empty.” Their daughter hadn’t taken so kindly to her Big Girl bed at first, and John kept waking up to little feet in his face or sticking into his spine, but she had been getting more used to it the past couple of days.
“Sure,” he nods, kissing his wife before shutting off the night-light in the baby’s room.
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