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armanyaTitle: Blistered
Author: Nikki (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vagarical )
Genre: Hancest
Pairing: Zaylor
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Lots of fluff, a little bit of angst
POV: Taylor
Word Count: 1773
Summary: Taylor uses a rare moment of alone time to cheer Zac up and give him some foot TLC.
Author’s Note: I couldn’t help it, the way Zac kept whining at Taylor to keep his speeches short cause his feet were burning in the walk streams made me want to write this, even if Zac’s blistered feet is hardly something attractive to write about lol!
I feel like I can finally breathe again when silence settles over the bus as everyone else leaves on their hunt for some quality ice cream. It’s not easy to find some private time when our families are all travelling with us, but luckily in today’s heat everyone seemed more worried about finding themselves cold snacks than questioning the sanity of those who did not have the same thing at the top of their list of priorities. Of course, there were only two of us who weren’t interested in coming along – me and Zac. He was currently refusing to walk more than necessary due to the blisters (or perhaps he was just using it as an excuse to get more time to play his Xbox), and I was just using the opportunity to get some alone time.
Alone time with him, that is.
I wait until I am sure that I can no longer hear the noise of the children before I look over at him. He looks a bit like a miserable child, his game is providing an adequate distraction but the damp towel wrapped over his shoulders and the way he has propped up his bare and blistered feet makes it obvious that he is too hot and far from comfortable. And I can’t help it, the way he looks right now and the fact that he has been whining about how much his feet hurt for the last couple of days makes me want to take care of him as if he was still a child.
He is still my little brother, after all.
I watch him a little longer, until his face scrunches up in frustration that makes it obvious that he failed at whatever mission he was trying to achieve in his game. I decide that it’s a good time to distract him with my surprise, we can’t count on the others being gone for a very long time and I really want to make him feel a little better before everyone comes back.
“You know, I think you’re just using those blisters as an excuse to get more game time.”
I smirk at him as I saunter over to stand in front of him, half blocking his view of the television. He looks up at me, pouting.
“I am not. It does really hurt Tay.”
He looks really miserable now and I don’t have the heart to keep teasing him about it. So I smile down at him, moving a bit closer to pat the top of his head.
“I know baby. I got something for you to make it better.”
He looks up at me, a small smile playing on his lips now, probably not only because he is excited about the surprise but also due to the fact that he loves it when terms of endearment slip from my mouth (he would never admit that, of course, but I have noticed that it always makes him smile, and thus I make a point of “slipping up” whenever we are safe from prying ears).
“Really? A surprise? For Me?”
I feel my smile growing by the second but lord I can’t help it when he looks up at me like that, when our eyes meet and I can tell that I am the most important person in his world, when I know that I am the only one who can turn his day from miserable to sunny with only a few words, or a smile, or a touch.
“Yup, just for you.”
I bend down and kiss his nose, because he is just that incredibly cute that I can’t find it in myself to care that I am being completely goofy, especially not when it makes him giggle (yes, giggle) and throw his arms around my neck, pulling me closer so he can give me a proper kiss. He is smiling properly as he lets me go, and I am tempted to scrap the surprise and just lie with him on the couch until everyone else gets back. But I don’t because apart from the obvious risk of us getting caught like that I want to try to makes things better for when he has to kick his drum tonight, when I won’t be able to kiss him to take his mind off the pain.
“Be right back.”
I make my way to the tiny bathroom, stopping by my bunk to retrieve the bag of things I bought earlier and miraculously managed to slip onto the bus without anyone asking about it. With so many kids around, it is normally impossible to bring shopping onto the bus without at least one of them wanting to see what it is. But I was lucky today.
Once I make it to the bathroom, I fill a little Tupperware container with warm water, fishing out the soap from my shopping bag and putting some in. It makes the container look like a little tiny bubble bath, which will surely cheer Zac up in itself if he realizes. I grab a towel and a washcloth with me as I leave.
Zac ‘s eyes follow me as I come back, setting the container with water down on the table with the bag before I spread the towel on the floor.
“You know, I don’t think I’ll fit in that bath.” He remarks with a little chuckle, which makes me chuckle too, partly because he did think of that as well, and partly just because his laugh is so darn infectious.
“Give me your feet.” I tell him as I retrieve the water and dip the washcloth in it.
“Is it gonna hurt?” He eyes me warily, but his lips are still fighting to smile.
“Do I ever hurt you?” I shoot back, and his lips lose their fight as he grins widely at me before sitting up properly and sticking his feet out to me.
“It may sting a little though.” I add as an afterthought as I roll up the legs of his jeans a bit so I won’t accidentally get them wet.
He does wince a little when I carefully bring the cloth to his foot, but he doesn’t try to pull away and his heel remains cradled in my hand. I realize that his foot is more blistered than mine, and I understand why he has been so whiny because my own feet certainly hurt. I keep wiping gently, and after a few moments he rests his head against the backrest of the couch and closes his eyes with a satisfied little sigh.
I take longer than needed with my washing, he did have a shower just a few hours ago after all, it just makes him look so peaceful that I don’t want to stop. But I do, eventually, because I know were running short on time and I definitely don’t want the rest of our family to come back and find us like this – even if it happens to be one of the least inappropriate private moments we have shared.
He opens his eyes again when I drop his feet and start to pat them dry with the towel. He looks down at me and his bottom lip puffs out in protest.
“That wasn’t all.” I promise, just to wipe the pout from his lips as I continue to dry his feet.
He doesn’t reply, though he does stop pouting and goes back to watching me curiously as I fish a tube out of the bag. I open it, squeezing some of the gel onto my fingers.
“What’s that?” He asks, a little suspiciously, and I can’t help but grin at the way his nose has wrinkled a bit as if he is expecting it to be something he won’t like.
“Aloe Vera extract. It’s meant to be really awesome for blisters.”
He doesn’t respond to that but neither does he look convinced, until I actually start spreading a generous amount of the gel over the sole of his right foot.
“That does feel really good.” He confirms, as if his little gasps hadn’t just told me as much.
He closes his eyes again as I continue, and doesn’t even open them again when I stop, just groans slightly. I find the box of plasters in the bag, special blister ones that look like little donuts, and should apparently let the blisters heal while protecting them. I put them on the worst blisters before I collect everything and bring it back to the bathroom.
He is still sitting with his head resting against the backrest, eyes still closed, as I return. I stop to look at him, happy that he doesn’t look one bit miserable anymore. He opens his eyes after a bit and they lock on mine, and even though I have seen him almost every day for nearly twenty-five years I feel my heart flutter as he smiles contently at me.
“Can you stand up now?”
He tries to, and smiles even more after he has taken a few cautious steps forward, so I assume it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. He closes the rest of the space between us at a normal pace, wrapping his arms around me, his kiss taking me by surprise even though it probably shouldn't have.
“Thank you.” He mumbles into my neck, where he buries his face as the kiss ends, no doubt taking in my scent the way I’m taking in his.
Our private moments get fewer and further between these days, so when we get one we have to remind ourselves of everything to make sure we have a fresh mental picture to carry with us until the next one. I kiss his hair, running my fingers through it, enjoying the fact that it's growing out again, before I grudgingly pull back. I figure everyone else will be done finding ice cream soon so we had better be on our guard. But I just don’t feel ready to let him go yet.
“Do you want ice cream now? I’ll treat you.”
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before he nods, and I can tell that he feels just like I do. We have gradually grown used to sharing each other, to taking whatever we can get, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt a lot sometimes to know that we can never have what we both want.
I try to smile as I brush some hair out of his face, giving him another quick, stolen kiss before I lead him out of the bus, wishing a blistered heart was as easy to soothe as blistered feet.
Author: Nikki (
vagarical )Genre: Hancest
Pairing: Zaylor
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Lots of fluff, a little bit of angst
POV: Taylor
Word Count: 1773
Summary: Taylor uses a rare moment of alone time to cheer Zac up and give him some foot TLC.
Author’s Note: I couldn’t help it, the way Zac kept whining at Taylor to keep his speeches short cause his feet were burning in the walk streams made me want to write this, even if Zac’s blistered feet is hardly something attractive to write about lol!
I feel like I can finally breathe again when silence settles over the bus as everyone else leaves on their hunt for some quality ice cream. It’s not easy to find some private time when our families are all travelling with us, but luckily in today’s heat everyone seemed more worried about finding themselves cold snacks than questioning the sanity of those who did not have the same thing at the top of their list of priorities. Of course, there were only two of us who weren’t interested in coming along – me and Zac. He was currently refusing to walk more than necessary due to the blisters (or perhaps he was just using it as an excuse to get more time to play his Xbox), and I was just using the opportunity to get some alone time.
Alone time with him, that is.
I wait until I am sure that I can no longer hear the noise of the children before I look over at him. He looks a bit like a miserable child, his game is providing an adequate distraction but the damp towel wrapped over his shoulders and the way he has propped up his bare and blistered feet makes it obvious that he is too hot and far from comfortable. And I can’t help it, the way he looks right now and the fact that he has been whining about how much his feet hurt for the last couple of days makes me want to take care of him as if he was still a child.
He is still my little brother, after all.
I watch him a little longer, until his face scrunches up in frustration that makes it obvious that he failed at whatever mission he was trying to achieve in his game. I decide that it’s a good time to distract him with my surprise, we can’t count on the others being gone for a very long time and I really want to make him feel a little better before everyone comes back.
“You know, I think you’re just using those blisters as an excuse to get more game time.”
I smirk at him as I saunter over to stand in front of him, half blocking his view of the television. He looks up at me, pouting.
“I am not. It does really hurt Tay.”
He looks really miserable now and I don’t have the heart to keep teasing him about it. So I smile down at him, moving a bit closer to pat the top of his head.
“I know baby. I got something for you to make it better.”
He looks up at me, a small smile playing on his lips now, probably not only because he is excited about the surprise but also due to the fact that he loves it when terms of endearment slip from my mouth (he would never admit that, of course, but I have noticed that it always makes him smile, and thus I make a point of “slipping up” whenever we are safe from prying ears).
“Really? A surprise? For Me?”
I feel my smile growing by the second but lord I can’t help it when he looks up at me like that, when our eyes meet and I can tell that I am the most important person in his world, when I know that I am the only one who can turn his day from miserable to sunny with only a few words, or a smile, or a touch.
“Yup, just for you.”
I bend down and kiss his nose, because he is just that incredibly cute that I can’t find it in myself to care that I am being completely goofy, especially not when it makes him giggle (yes, giggle) and throw his arms around my neck, pulling me closer so he can give me a proper kiss. He is smiling properly as he lets me go, and I am tempted to scrap the surprise and just lie with him on the couch until everyone else gets back. But I don’t because apart from the obvious risk of us getting caught like that I want to try to makes things better for when he has to kick his drum tonight, when I won’t be able to kiss him to take his mind off the pain.
“Be right back.”
I make my way to the tiny bathroom, stopping by my bunk to retrieve the bag of things I bought earlier and miraculously managed to slip onto the bus without anyone asking about it. With so many kids around, it is normally impossible to bring shopping onto the bus without at least one of them wanting to see what it is. But I was lucky today.
Once I make it to the bathroom, I fill a little Tupperware container with warm water, fishing out the soap from my shopping bag and putting some in. It makes the container look like a little tiny bubble bath, which will surely cheer Zac up in itself if he realizes. I grab a towel and a washcloth with me as I leave.
Zac ‘s eyes follow me as I come back, setting the container with water down on the table with the bag before I spread the towel on the floor.
“You know, I don’t think I’ll fit in that bath.” He remarks with a little chuckle, which makes me chuckle too, partly because he did think of that as well, and partly just because his laugh is so darn infectious.
“Give me your feet.” I tell him as I retrieve the water and dip the washcloth in it.
“Is it gonna hurt?” He eyes me warily, but his lips are still fighting to smile.
“Do I ever hurt you?” I shoot back, and his lips lose their fight as he grins widely at me before sitting up properly and sticking his feet out to me.
“It may sting a little though.” I add as an afterthought as I roll up the legs of his jeans a bit so I won’t accidentally get them wet.
He does wince a little when I carefully bring the cloth to his foot, but he doesn’t try to pull away and his heel remains cradled in my hand. I realize that his foot is more blistered than mine, and I understand why he has been so whiny because my own feet certainly hurt. I keep wiping gently, and after a few moments he rests his head against the backrest of the couch and closes his eyes with a satisfied little sigh.
I take longer than needed with my washing, he did have a shower just a few hours ago after all, it just makes him look so peaceful that I don’t want to stop. But I do, eventually, because I know were running short on time and I definitely don’t want the rest of our family to come back and find us like this – even if it happens to be one of the least inappropriate private moments we have shared.
He opens his eyes again when I drop his feet and start to pat them dry with the towel. He looks down at me and his bottom lip puffs out in protest.
“That wasn’t all.” I promise, just to wipe the pout from his lips as I continue to dry his feet.
He doesn’t reply, though he does stop pouting and goes back to watching me curiously as I fish a tube out of the bag. I open it, squeezing some of the gel onto my fingers.
“What’s that?” He asks, a little suspiciously, and I can’t help but grin at the way his nose has wrinkled a bit as if he is expecting it to be something he won’t like.
“Aloe Vera extract. It’s meant to be really awesome for blisters.”
He doesn’t respond to that but neither does he look convinced, until I actually start spreading a generous amount of the gel over the sole of his right foot.
“That does feel really good.” He confirms, as if his little gasps hadn’t just told me as much.
He closes his eyes again as I continue, and doesn’t even open them again when I stop, just groans slightly. I find the box of plasters in the bag, special blister ones that look like little donuts, and should apparently let the blisters heal while protecting them. I put them on the worst blisters before I collect everything and bring it back to the bathroom.
He is still sitting with his head resting against the backrest, eyes still closed, as I return. I stop to look at him, happy that he doesn’t look one bit miserable anymore. He opens his eyes after a bit and they lock on mine, and even though I have seen him almost every day for nearly twenty-five years I feel my heart flutter as he smiles contently at me.
“Can you stand up now?”
He tries to, and smiles even more after he has taken a few cautious steps forward, so I assume it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. He closes the rest of the space between us at a normal pace, wrapping his arms around me, his kiss taking me by surprise even though it probably shouldn't have.
“Thank you.” He mumbles into my neck, where he buries his face as the kiss ends, no doubt taking in my scent the way I’m taking in his.
Our private moments get fewer and further between these days, so when we get one we have to remind ourselves of everything to make sure we have a fresh mental picture to carry with us until the next one. I kiss his hair, running my fingers through it, enjoying the fact that it's growing out again, before I grudgingly pull back. I figure everyone else will be done finding ice cream soon so we had better be on our guard. But I just don’t feel ready to let him go yet.
“Do you want ice cream now? I’ll treat you.”
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before he nods, and I can tell that he feels just like I do. We have gradually grown used to sharing each other, to taking whatever we can get, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt a lot sometimes to know that we can never have what we both want.
I try to smile as I brush some hair out of his face, giving him another quick, stolen kiss before I lead him out of the bus, wishing a blistered heart was as easy to soothe as blistered feet.
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Date: 2010-08-21 11:03 am (UTC)Aaaanyway, yeah, wouldn't surprise me if Tay did this. Even if Zaylor isn't real at all Tay seems like he'd be happy to obey Zac's every whim...
Yay, can't believe I wrote a Zac YOu want to kiss. I feel a bit accomplished now lol... and this sure as hell is the Zac I wish existed. I like to write Zac the way I wish he was... it's my imaginary world so I am entitled to pretend that Zac is amazing in it. ^^
Zac has said stuff about his feet hurting on a few walks now, mostly to fans, sometimes to Tay. The only one I remember offhand is Sayreville, which isn't very whiny but he does jump around below Tay which I suppose is his non-verbal way of whining haha.
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Date: 2010-08-18 04:59 am (UTC)Beautifully written. Thanks for sharing! :-)
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Date: 2010-08-21 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-18 05:09 am (UTC)I love such sweet moments like this. And the imagery... I can so picture them just like this.
This did trigger Runaway Run in my head btw...
" but now I lay here broken heart and blistered feet as you're spinnin' round my mind"
teehee. <3'd it!
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Date: 2010-08-24 02:45 pm (UTC)Not gonna lie, Runaway Run came into my head as I wrote it too. It made me laugh but I decided to just leave it. :P
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Date: 2010-08-18 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-21 11:04 am (UTC)I wince seeing them jump around on stage these days... oooouuuccchhhh.
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Date: 2010-08-18 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-21 11:05 am (UTC)Your coment made me smile tehe!
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Date: 2010-08-23 05:14 am (UTC)I'm glad he did!
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Date: 2010-08-19 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-21 11:07 am (UTC)Yeah I don't like feet much either, and lets face it Zac has really nasty hairy feet (ick ick ick), but like you said surprisngly there aren't really any fics like this around to I felt it had to be done!
Glad it was enjoyable anyway. :) I did try not to focus on the feet but focus on the emotions instead.
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Date: 2010-08-19 01:48 pm (UTC)He is still my little brother, after all.
SO sweet. I love it when Zac and Taylor take care of each other. It melts my heart! <3
“Is it gonna hurt?” He eyes me warily, but his lips are still fighting to smile.
lmao my god, he's adorable! He's such a kid, with all the pouting and giggling and questions and excitement and gaaaahhh. SO CUTE!
and even though I have seen him almost every day for nearly twenty-five years I feel my heart flutter as he smiles contently at me.
oksdodopsmlsmks;poskd *Squees* I'm in love. <333333333333333333
This was beyond adorable, all of it.
I could totally see Taylor doing something like this irl for Zac. He just seems so thoughtful and loving, especially of his Zaccy. <33333333333333333333333 I've just made it up in my mind that this really does happen. Every walk I take from now on, this will be in my mind.
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Date: 2010-08-21 11:08 am (UTC)I love when they look after eachother too. And sometimes I just can't help myself and have to write Zac still being a child... I don't know but sometimes they do seem to interact a bit like this... there are a few streams / futys where Tay especially but sometimes Ike are just big brothering him and he seems so young lol.,
Don't walk into any parking meters while you think about this on your walks. ;)
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Date: 2010-09-14 05:50 pm (UTC)and you did an awesome job at writing it =)
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Date: 2011-01-17 02:19 am (UTC)i love the care you took with them when you wrote this. it's exquisite.
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Date: 2011-08-29 11:06 pm (UTC)