dolan twins ; imagines.

↬ waxing [e]

"hey guys! welcome back to my channel, today i'm here with ethan" i look over at him and he pouts to the camera, "why are you sad?" i coo, ruffling his chocolate locks, "because i don't want you to wax my legs." he says, his gaze shifting back to the camera, "you're too deep in to back out now, bubba" i bop his nose.

"so, as you already know, we're gonna do a little boyfriend tag type of video with a twist! i'm gonna be waxing ethan's legs if he answers any of these questions wrong."  my eyes narrow, giving a devilish smile to the camera, then back at ethan. he makes a scared expression; his hazel eyes widen, his eyebrows knot together and his mouth agape. then he tucks his head inside his shirt and i laugh.

"babe stop, come here." a smile is still plastered on my face as i try to pull my boyfriend closer to me.

he finally does sit closer to me, and i pat down on my legs for ethan to put his legs on them, he does just so. i open the box of new wax strips spilling them on the creme colored rug both of us are seated on.

i take one strip and start rubbing it between my hands, "what does that do?" ethan questions, his eyes glued to my hands and the wax strip, "i'm warming it up so its sticky .." i say, "it also creates alot of anxiety for you." i add earning a slight chuckle from him. i peel open the strip and place it on his leg and he squirms, i rub it, opposite side of his hair growth, i grab my phone, scrolling through the questions i had previously wrote "first question; what's the color of my toothbrush?" i ask– wiggling my eyebrow, placing down my phone, "you cannot be serious." his eyes drape shut, knowing he's fucked.

"baby, how am i meant to know that?" he nervously laughs, his hazel eyes locking with mine, "take a guess." i say, still rubbing the wax strip. "i don't know, blue?" he's prepped up on his elbows when i turn to look at him, my eyes wide at how he could've guessed that. "no! no! don't give me that look!" he yells as laughter chokes him, he sits up holding my hands preventing me from pulling the strip. "i got it right didn't i?" he asks, falling back on his elbows, "i genuinely am so confused as to how you just guessed that, what the fuck." i roll my eyes and ethan laughs. i pick up my phone for another question, "next question; what's my shoe size?" i place my phone down, "seven and a half." he shoots up, confidant with his answer, "it's six and a half, idiot." i quickly pull off the strip and he screams, pulling his legs to his chest, "i knew that! i just got nervous!" he tries to sooth the pain by blowing on it.

we did a few more questions, i waxed him two times for not answering questions right, "last question; who's my best friend?" i ask, "it's me!" his shoulders slump, his voice is like honey when he said it. my eyebrows lifted up, "aw, yeah! that's right." i hold his cheek with one hand, his hazel eyes fixated on mine, my other hand slowly creeps to the wax strip that's still on his leg and i rip it off, "OUCH!" he yells, his eyes darting to the hairless rectangle on his leg, "i'm sorry, i had to!" i pout.

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i told you i don't
know how to write.
also, this is a video
of david and liza's which
is one of my favorites :)
i'm still bitter over their
break up, oof.

🍯; stay safe and hydrated, loves.