Teamiplier Imagines

I Don't Dab (Ethan x Reader)

Your week had a great start to it. You got a raise in your pay check, you spent your entire Tuesday surrounded by puppies and teensy-tiny kittens at an animal adoption shelter, and you and your friends managed to raise nearly $250,000 for said adoption shelter... Then began Ethan's shenanigans.

If only you could have avoided this one conversation; all would be well in the world. Instead you were now sleeping with one eye open constantly and checking behind you every few seconds in your own apartment. It was ridiculous!

"What do you mean you've never dabbed before?" Ethan asked you, just a few nights previous, absolutely flabbergasted and—in your personal opinion—slightly offended.

You shook your head and giggled quietly, to yourself. "I don't see the point. Honestly, it's kind of—"

Your boyfriend cut you off before you could complete your statement, "*Y/F/N, don't you dare say that the beautiful art of dabbing is—"

"Stupid."

Ethan had a joking fury and a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, which worried you. A lot.

A day later you were sitting at the breakfast bar eating a bowl of cereal next to Kathryn (who just so happened to be editing the video that sparked this whole... Situation in the first place—Don't ask) when Ethan walks in, Stars Wars pajama pants and all and slams his hands onto the counter, causing the spoon of Cinnamon Toast Crunch to fall back into your bowl.

"Do it."

It's too early for this... "Do what?"

"I need for you..." he whispers, leaning closer, "To dab!"

"No."

"B-but... B-but..." Fake tears well in his eyes and he makes his lip quiver.

"You're such a drama queen, Ethan." You roll your eyes and slap his face lightly as you stand up.

"I am not!"

"Whatever you say, dork."

By Friday, things had escalated. Ethan seemed to believe that hiding behind the corners of your shared apartment and "jumping out at just the right moment", as he so eloquently put it, would scare it out of you. Needless to say, that didn't work, so he had to step up his game.

And here we are now. Sunday has just dawned upon you—or, in more simple terms, it was the middle of the night—and you feel a rustling in the bed. Assuming that Ethan was just getting up to use the bathroom or something to that extent, you snuggle back into your pillow and go back to sleep.

Out of the corner of the eye, you can see the bright light of a phone screen being turned down. Once again, you ignore it. With this being a normal occurrence for both of you, it's usually nothing to worry about. Usually.

Half asleep and absolutely out of it, you almost don't even realize that the inside of your elbow is nearing your nose. You almost don't have enough time to react as your boyfriend tries to force a dab onto you. You almost didn't have the strength to pull him down on top of you to stop him from completing his pointless mission.

But you do. And you can taste the defeat when he pecks your lips, using the lame excuse that that's all he was doing. It was wonderful! For the few seconds you were actually awake, anyway. You didn't have long to revel in your victory; it was four in the morning and you had work in just a few hours. There was no way you were going risk those precious moments of sleep on something so immature as mocking your boyfriend about such a thing.

...Or you could just do it tomorrow afternoon. Yeah, that sounds perfect, you think to yourself, a smug, tired smile making its way onto your face.

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Back not by popular demand—surprise, surprise—, but by choice. Yay! Right? Who knows. Whelp, this wasn't requested or anything; just kinda came to me (but please remember that requests are open and for anyone on Teamiplier—I can just never come up with any ideas personally for Mark, Amy, Kathryn, etc.). Anywhosies, in this imagine-thing-y, Ethan finds out that the reader has never "dabbed" before (God, I hated writing that sentence) and is determined to get them to do it. Enjoy, I guess? (also I'm writing this at, like, three in the morning 'cause I'm bored and can't sleep... kill meeeeeeeeee) (and I finished at four. yay.) 

*Y/F/N = Your Full Name