Twinkle Toes
stumbles in covered in blood……. hi everyone
i first started writing this fic as a joke i’ll be completely honest lmao. i did Not expect to finish it, or for it to be halfway decent, OR to actually post it, OR for people to actually WANT me to post it. but here we are.
jokes aside i actually am really glad you guys are so interested in this fic, i was really worried it wasn’t right to post/no one would wanna read something like this so i appreciate your enthusiasm so so much, thank you guys <333
special thank you to @wishitweresummer for reading this one, i knew right from the start this would be right up summers alley lmao so i’m glad she ended up liking it!! and extra special thanks to @mushiewrites as always for being there through the whole process and even being the one i was joking with when i brought this fic into existence lmao
without further ado, here is the infamous pedicure fic
lee!george, kinda ler!dream???? not really tho it is entirely the nail tech lady doing the tickling lmao, 4k words
enjoy!!
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“I haven’t had a pedicure in so long, I really need to go soon…” Dream spoke quietly, thinking out loud as he skimmed through his busy phone calendar. “It’s been… almost two months, apparently.”
“Does that stuff actually, like… do anything?” George asked curiously, bringing his arm up to rest his head on top of it, leaning back against the couch and curling his legs under the throw blanket draped on his lap.
“A pedicure? I mean, yeah, definitely, it’s just fixing up your nails, really,” Dream explained, also leaning back to stay face to face with George.
“That’s all they do? Just, like, cut your nails for you?” George asked with furrowed eyebrows, still interested in the process even if he was confused about the appeal. He didn’t necessarily understand the point, but he supposed he wasn’t exactly the target demographic. Dream seemed to like it, though, so he still listened anyway.
“No, they do other things too. They, like… soak your feet and put soap and oils and salts and stuff in the water and they, like, clean and exfoliate everything and then massage you and put on lotion. Then they’d usually paint your nails if you want, but I never do that so they just put some clear shit on to finish everything off,” Dream explained, waving his hand around near the end, less sure of the actual nail polishing part than the rest of the process. “I’m sure there's more to it but that’s what I can remember.”
“Oh, that sounds… pleasant,” George replied sarcastically, a grimace on his face at the thought. His toes curled under the blanket, almost able to feel what Dream was describing– a total stranger manhandling his feet and… well, he already forgot half of what Dream said, but his point still stood.
“It is, idiot,” Dream joked, shoving George’s shoulder and making them both chuckle. “But no, it actually is really nice. It’s relaxing, at least I think so, I know some people disagree, but… I dunno, it’s refreshing, I feel like,” Dream continued, and George shook his head fondly at him, the smile on his lips discrediting any amount of disapproval he tried to convey. “You should come get one with me,” He suggested, and George scoffed incredulously.
“Uh, no, definitely not, that sounds like a terrible idea,” George replied, his stomach fluttering at the suggestion. He wasn’t as displeased as he expected to be, he was actually kind of intrigued, but he was definitely not about to admit that.
“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun! And it actually is good for you, too, from what I’ve heard,” Dream continued, his face softening as he leaned closer to George, trying to catch his eyes as he bit his lip to hold back a smile. He could tell George wanted to laugh with him, so he leaned into the silliness and reached forward to grab one of George’s legs out from under the blanket. “No, I get it, you’re probably worried about your tiny little doll feet getting hurt.”
“WH– Dream!” George yelped, leaning forward and shoving Dream away from him, but Dream just laughed and cupped his hand around George’s socked foot, squeezing it, his other hand still holding his ankle tightly. George couldn’t help but laugh at his stupidity, his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment.
“No, it’s okay, really! I’d be scared too if I had to let someone handle something as delicate as these,” Dream replied, shaking George’s foot around in the air and making him laugh even harder, throwing his head back against the couch and groaning in frustration. “I’m shocked you don’t walk with a permanent arch like Barbie.”
“Oh my god, you’re so dumb! Get off me!” George complained as he finally yanked his leg out of Dream’s iron grip, throwing his blanket back over his legs to protect himself and crossing his arms over his chest, slumping back into the cushions and huffing out all the built up energy in his chest, squirming in his seat. Dream gave him a few seconds to breathe, before shuffling closer, sitting cross legged facing him instead.
“It’s alright, I know how you get with this kind of thing, but I’ll be there the whole time to make sure no one does anything that you’re not okay with,” Dream said genuinely, making George smile softly at his words. Dream smiled back, tilting his head and leaning in further to finish his pitch. “Come on. We can go this weekend. My treat, that way if you hate it, you can just forget it ever happened… Deal?”
George looked at him for a few seconds, weighing his options in his head. He could never say no to Dream, especially about something he was determined to get George to do, and he couldn’t deny the curiosity and the butterflies swirling around in his tummy. He rolled his eyes, giving in and telling Dream he would try it, and he supposed it might’ve been worth it to see the victorious look on Dream’s face when he did.
Before he knew it, it was two days later, and they were pulling into the parking lot of a nail salon before he could even process what he’d gotten himself into.
He bit his lip nervously as Dream turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt, ready to walk in without a second thought. Once he noticed George’s hesitation, he paused, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” He asked kindly, voice soft so he wouldn’t add to George’s anxiety. “I was just messing with you the other day, you don’t actually have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“No, no, I’m alright. I promise,” He assured, and Dream squeezed his shoulder in understanding. “I’m just kinda nervous more than anything, I don't really… know what to expect.”
“Yeah, the first couple times can be scary. But they’ll walk you through everything as they do it.”
“I also hate people touching my feet, Dream. It’s weird– they’re gonna, like, they’re gonna get their stupid glizz on my toes or something and everything’s gonna be wet and cold and they’re gonna touch me– that’s fucking– that’s so weird, Dream, that’s weird,” George rambled, and Dream couldn’t help the laugh he let out at his wording. “What?! I’m serious!”
“No, you are not,” Dream said through his laughter, finally swinging the car door open and getting ready to step out. “Firstly, you’re being so dramatic, and secondly, do not ever say ‘glizz’ in that context ever again in your life.”
“You’re so gross. Get your mind out of the gutter!” He called as Dream closed the door behind him, rolling his eyes and reluctantly forcing himself out of the car too. He followed Dream through the door of the salon, holding it open for both of them to enter with a soft ding of the bell above the door frame.
“Good morning! How are we doing today?” The nail tech greeted warmly from behind the front desk, a slight Southern twang to her voice.
“We’re good! Uh, we’re just here for two pedicures, I called a couple days ago?” Dream explained, smiling kindly at her. “The appointment should be under George,” He finished, flashing George a smile and making him roll his eyes.
“Let’s see here… yep! Gotcha right here, right on time, you can come on back,” She continued, motioning for them to follow her to a private room past the waiting area, holding the door open for them and flicking the lights on.
The walls were painted a light brown color, with white and beige curtains lining the farthest wall covering the windows, but still letting a bit of sunlight in. There were a fair few pieces of furniture; four large leather chairs with empty water basins at the foot of them, two on either side of the room, with a table on either side and a cabinet between each pair, with a small lamp on top. The lamps were turned off, but the room was still illuminated by the warm lighting of the overhead chandelier and a set of string lights by the curtains. Other than that, there were some throw pillows on the chairs, a few shelves on the walls with different nail polish bottles, and a small desk next to the door with a large framed mirror hanging above it.
“Y’all make yourselves at home, get comfortable, I’m gonna get all my stuff together and I’ll be right back.” The nail tech said, and both boys nodded at her.
“Sounds good, thank you!” Dream replied, George tacking on a quiet ‘thank you!’ of his own, and she smiled at them before walking away, closing the door about halfway behind her.
When George turned back around, Dream was already sitting on the edge of one of the chairs, reaching down to unlace his shoes and slipping them both off, clearly familiar with the process. He looked up after a few seconds, smiling knowingly at George and leaning over to pat the other chair.
“C’mon, sit,” Dream spoke softly, coaxing him over and chuckling when George reluctantly did so, sitting on the edge as well, facing Dream.
“You really went all out, didn’t you?” George teased, leaning his shoulder against the back of the chair and tilting his head, earning another laugh from Dream.
“Not really, it wasn’t that big of a deal to ask for a room. Plus, I figured you’d want the privacy. I think it might help you relax more.”
“Yeah, I’ll be soooo relaxed while some random lady touches my feet for an hour,” George replied, clearly bashful, though his tone lacked any bite, and Dream could tell he appreciated the gesture anyway.
“Relax,” Dream said as he reached downwards, gently taking one of George’s ankles in his hand and guiding his leg up to prop his foot up on his knee.
“What are you–“
“Shh,” Dream shushed, glancing up at him just in time to see his flushed cheeks and the dumbfounded expression on his face as he started untying his shoe for him. His touch remained gentle and steady, fingers careful as they pulled at the laces, slipping it off and holding him still as he leaned over to place it on the floor next to his own. George scoffed, his toes instinctively curling at the new level of exposure, but Dream simply continued on. He pushed George’s leg back, letting it drop to the floor, before repeating the process with his other shoe. “Just chill. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Dream let his foot drop back down, breaking into giddy laughter when George just stared at him in confusion.
“Shut up! Why would– You’re such an idiot!” George complained, face flushing, sliding back against the chair and curling his legs up. He yanked his socks off and threw them on top of his shoes before crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, all while Dream laughed at him from a few feet away. He was about to protest some more when the nail tech came back into the room with an arm full of towels and a clear plastic case, closing the door behind her.
“Alright, who’s up first?” She asked, setting her supplies down on the desk. Before George could even think of an answer, Dream had already beat him to it.
“He is.”
“What?!” George asked, whipping his head around to look at Dream. “Why?!”
“Because I said so.”
“This was your idea, though!”
“Exactly, which is why you’re going first,” Dream finalized, turning his attention back to the nail tech with a smug smile on his face. “This is his first time,” He explained as she wheeled the small round chair over from under the desk, setting it in front of George’s chair and sitting down, nodding with a small laugh of her own. George scoffed at the wording, rolling his eyes and rubbing a hand through his hair.
“Ohh, I see, we’re a little nervous?” She asked, looking up at George, who shifted in his seat and looked down at the chair as he replied.
“Yeah, def– definitely a bit nervous,” He said with a laugh. He didn’t feel good about admitting that, but he didn’t want to seem rude by not answering honestly.
“Well, don’t you worry, darlin’, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” She replied as she turned the faucets on the basin connected to George’s chair, letting water flow into it and testing the temperature with the tips of her fingers. “Unless you’re ticklish, then I can’t promise anything,” She finished, and George felt his stomach drop about six stories.
He hadn’t even considered that. How the fuck did he not think of that?
His eyes widened, and he glanced over at Dream, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, laughing at George’s expression. George couldn’t help but laugh too, in awe of the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow and leaning on the arm of the chair. He heard the nail tech chuckle at them as well, picking his head up just in time to watch her sprinkle some salts and pour some soap into the tub, turning the water off shortly after.
“Alright, you ready, baby?” She asked cheerfully, shooting George a kind smile, and he let out a sigh to calm his own nerves.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” He replied, earning another laugh from the other two. The nail tech held out her hands, motioning for George to bring his legs closer, and gently took his ankles in her hands when he pushed them close enough, guiding him towards the basin.
He let out a soft breath when his feet touched the warm water, decently impressed by how perfectly relaxing the temperature was. For the first time that day since the car ride to the salon, he felt the tension ease from his shoulders, and thought the experience might not be as terrible as he anticipated. He leaned his head back against the chair, shifting slightly to get more comfortable as he relaxed more and more, sharing idle small talk with Dream or the nail tech whenever he was prompted.
After a while, he heard the nail tech clear her throat and begin rustling around in her bag of supplies, and he blinked his eyes open, only then realizing he had even closed them. He watched her take a few tools out, things that he couldn’t guess the names of if he tried, only recognizing the nail file and clippers out of the handful she had, and he furrowed his eyebrows as she turned her attention back to him.
“Don’t worry,” She began, reaching forward to pull his left foot out of the water, propping his heel up on the edge of the basin. “I’ll be gentle,” She assured, and George let out a shaky breath, mentally preparing himself for the worst. He glanced over at Dream, who simply smiled at him, turning towards George’s chair to keep an eye on the situation.
Then, she got to work. She began with clipping and filing his nails, then pushing back and trimming his cuticles, occasionally dipping his foot back into the water to refresh his skin for the next step.
Thankfully, that part wasn’t nearly as bad as George anticipated. There were some hiccups– for example, when he squirmed and giggled each time her nails grazed the below his toes when she switched between nails, or how he jumped and squealed when she slid over the side of his foot. Or, of course, when he yanked his foot out of her grip when she scratched down his sole in a way that definitely felt intentional even though she swore it was an accident, and he giggled so much he needed to hide his face and had to be coaxed back into position by both her and Dream. That didn’t exactly help with his embarrassment.
Despite how flustered and nervous George already was, and how much his cheeks burned at the thought of it getting any worse, he managed to tough it out when she repeated the process with his other foot, finishing off with some weird citrusy cuticle oil that he didn’t understand but had to admit smelled really, really good when she reached forward to let him smell it.
She gave him a few moments to calm himself down, which he was very grateful for, but his time was cut short when he finally felt like the warmth of his cheeks was under control.
“Okay, darlin’,” She began, looking up at George with a sweet, sympathetic look in her eyes, holding something in her hand that he couldn’t entirely see. “You’re about to really not like me anymore.”
“Why, what is it?” He asked nervously, curling his toes and pulling his feet up onto the back of the water basin, away from the nail tech. She chuckled at him, reaching forward to grab his ankles again, and he let out a giggle against his own will before she even did anything. She pulled his right foot forward, letting his left stay free to move, and then dipped whatever was in her hand into the soapy water. As she did so, George finally caught a glimpse of what it was.
A scrubbing brush.
Why the hell did he agree to this?
“Oh God,” He groaned, attempting to pull his leg back, but her grip on his ankle remained just as strong as her knowing smirk, which only made the pit in his stomach grow wider. He held onto the arms of the chair, digging his fingers into the plush leather material, biting his lip and still curling his toes anxiously. His left foot came back to rest on the edge of the basin, his leg swaying side to side, until Dream rested his palm on his knee to stop the movement, and George whipped his head around to glare at him. “You’re not helping.”
“I’m not trying to,” Dream replied, and George would’ve had a snarky rebuttal ready, but he suddenly felt the bristles of the brush swipe over his sole once, and his attention was immediately focused on that instead.
“Oh–“ George choked out with a gasp, clamping his lips together and squeezing his eyes shut. The brush swiped over his foot again, then again, and again, until she was properly scrubbing it clean, the soap and water only aiding the brush in sliding over his smooth skin.
George thought he was going to implode, and the look on his face sure didn’t help to hide that.
“If you need to laugh you can laugh, sweet pea,” The nail tech said kindly, drawing a muffled giggle from George as he shook his head, curling to the side and dropping his head down to hide in the crook of his elbow, resting his arm against the chair. “Aww, look, I almost gotcha!”
“Ohohoh–“ George fought, curling up even further, contorting himself to hide as much as possible as his laughter started flowing freely, unable to keep it in any longer. Right as he did so, the brush moved back down to his heel, making him try to yank his foot back again as more raspy laughter fought its way out of him. “WHA– hahaha–!”
“There you go! I knew those giggles were in there somewhere!” She praised, letting the brush glide up to his toes, tightening her grip as she attacked the underside of them and making his entire body tense up.
“Oh myhyhy Gohohohod!” He laughed helplessly, foot flinching in her grasp as he squirmed in his seat. His left leg bounced against the edge of his chair, trying to expel any energy he possibly could, still death gripping the arm of the chair with the hand he wasn’t currently shielding his blushing face with. “Whahaha–“
“Is he always this jumpy?” She asked, directing her question to Dream, laughing along with George when he shook his head at the question.
“Oh, always,” Dream confirmed, chuckling as well.
“Fuhuhu– mmm– hmhmhm–“ George hummed against his hiding place, taking in some much needed air as the nail tech pulled the brush away and gently placed his foot back in the basin of water, still just as warm and comforting as when they first started, which made him realize that what had felt like the eternity he’d been trapped with two demons set to destroy him hadn’t really been that long at all.
“He wants to curse you out so bad right now,” Dream teased, breaking into laughter when George reached out to blindly hit him, eventually finding his leg and slapping him with so little force it was almost pitiful. Dream reached forward, letting his hand drop to the back of George’s head, scratching at his hair and cupping the back of his neck soothingly.
“Aww, that’s okay. I’m tough, I can take it,” She reassured, grabbing his left foot and pulling it towards her, making George gasp and shoot his head up to look at her. “Besides, you’re gonna need to when I do this.”
“Nonono– NOHO, SHIHIHIT!” George squealed, flinching and falling back into helpless laughter as she repeated the harrowing process on his other foot. He hid back in his arm, any attempt at concealing his laughter out the window, squirming and complaining when the other two threw coos and teases his way.
Eventually, she seemed to finish that step, as she put his foot down and discarded the brush, letting him breathe once again. He picked his head up a few moments later, in time to watch her drain the water from the basin and grab a towel, taking each foot and drying him off gently.
“Is it over now?” He practically whined, playing up his dramatics slightly, trying to gain some semblance of control back. She chuckled at that, reaching over to her supplies and pulling a small bottle of lotion out.
“Almost, baby, almost. The hardest part is over,” She reassured, and George would be lying if he said it didn’t help to calm him down. She popped open the top of the lotion bottle, dispensing a small amount into her hands and rubbing it between her palms, before taking one of George’s legs again and gently massaging his foot, as well as up and down his calf.
The rest of the experience went pretty smoothly, apart from some rogue giggles and flinching during the massage portion, his skin extra sensitive and smooth from the lotion and previous steps of the pedicure. The final step came along in no time, and she ended George’s first pedicure experience with a clear coat of polish to finish everything off.
After that, the nail tech had let Dream know it was his turn whenever he was ready. As she filled the basin in front of him with water, he already seemed to know the process quite well, and went along without a second thought. George curled up in his chair, admittedly very cozy and content to watch Dream have a turn after everything was done on his side, though he grew less and less entertained and more and more embarrassed when Dream barely had any adverse reactions to the process at all.
He made it through the nail filing and cuticle trimming without so much as a chuckle, he continued chatting with the nail tech through it. When it came to the brush, he got a little giggly, but nowhere near the level George was, he even remained completely still the entire time. Even with the massage, the same thing, next to no reaction apart from a few giggles and flinches here and there.
George was furious. And it didn’t help that Dream kept teasing him about it– about how much of a big, dramatic baby he was about the whole thing, even though George knows that’s not true.
But whatever. Who cares. They were finished, they had said their goodbyes, gone up and paid, left a generous tip for, direct quote from Dream, everything she had to deal with with George, which George found very rude. George would never have to worry about getting a pedicure ever, ever again.
Well… until they got back to the car.
“So… should I schedule again for next month?”
And who is George to say no to that?