Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

whipped cream [g]

this is the bf tag, but gray's version bc he's a lil goofball :')
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"what's up guys, we're back!" you and your boyfriend, grayson, said at the same time.

"now, you may be wondering, where's ethan?" grayson said, making a thinking face.

"i'm ethan!" you shouted, throwing your arms up and grinning.

"no you're not!" ethan yelled from the background. 

"yeah, ethan's over there." grayson said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of where ethan's voice came from. "but today, i'm here with my beautiful girlfriend, y/n!"

"that's the first time he's ever called me beautiful." you pouted in a joking way, and dramatically put your hand on your chest.

"yeah, because i call her other things like baby, and princess." grayson said, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. ethan made a fake puking noise.

"anyways, what're we doing today, grayson?" you asked, turning your head to look at him.

"we're doing the boyfriend tag!" grayson looked at you, and licked your nose before letting go of you, and sitting normally.

"that was gross." you mumbled as you wiped your nose.

"sorry." grayson replied. "anywho, here's how this'll work. i'm gonna ask y/n questions, and if she gets them wrong i get to hit her in the face with whipped cream." grayson picked up a stack of paper plates, and a can of whipped cream. "if she gets them right, she gets to hit me in the face." grayson finished his explanation. you rubbed your hands together evily, and licked your lips.

"you're gonna be pretty whipped after this video, gray." you said.

"i agree with y/n!" ethan yelled.

"alright, let's begin."

"i'm ready." you replied.

"are you sure?" grayson asked. you frantically nodded your head. "alright, what is my favourite food?"

"grayson. that is so freakin easy." you said, giving him a 'are you kidding?' look.

"what's the answer?"

"pizza."

"yup."

you grinned, and grabbed a paper plate. you picked up the can of whipped cream, and opened it before putting a small pile on the plate.

"we'll start off small. i won't be too mean yet." you said, and hit grayson in the face with the whipped cream. he tried to lick it off, but his tongue couldn't reach.

"alright, lit. what's my favourite number?"

"oh shoot. it's either forty seven, or eight." you replied.

"ethan, don't tell her!" grayson yelled. "which one do you think it is?"

"umm eight." you replied. grayson grinned at you, and picked up a plate. he took the whipped cream from you, and filled the plate up.

"it's forty seven." grayson said before hitting you in the face with the whipped cream. you wiped it away from your ears, and put it on grayson's legs.

"y/n!" he yelled, and moved his legs away.

"sorry, i don't really wanna go blind." you said.

"next question, what do i have that ethan doesn't?"

"huh?"

"what do i have that ethan doesn't?" grayson repeated.

"i don't know, a sense of humor?" you heard ethan laughing in the background as grayson just stared at you.

"thanks." he said.

"i'm just kidding, umm give me a hint."

"how did people use to tell us apart?"

"oh! by the little moles." you said, touching grayson's chin. "you have one here, while ethan has one here." you poked grayson's cheek.

"yeah! good job, you actually pay attention to my face."

"well it's a very nice face." you said, putting both your hands on grayson's cheeks.

grayson continued with the questions, until the whipped cream was gone and both of you were covered. grayson stopped the camera, and came to give you a hug. he ran his face on your hair, face, and neck, wiping off most of his whipped cream. you just stood there, letting it happen.

"poor y/n." ethan chuckled. you smiled awkwardly at him as grayson pulled away.