Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Daddy Pt. 5 // Ethan Dolan

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I woke up cuddled against Daddy. My head felt foggy and my nose was stuffy. I coughed, the noise waking Daddy up. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling,

"Is Princess sick?" He felt my forehead. I shook my head,

"Pwincess no sick." I got up, immediately collapsing to the floor. I started crying, the spontaneous action alerting Daddy. He was by my side promptly,

"Princess, Daddy's going to make you feel better okay?" He picked me up and laid me back in his bed. I coughed again,

"Pwincess no wanna-" My voice broke, the mucus in my chest congesting my throat as well. I pouted,

"Pwincess no wanna be sick." I crossed my arms over my chest. Daddy brushed my hair out of my face,

"Then Princess has to let Daddy take care of her." He kissed my forehead and walked out, returning with medicine. He pulled a pill out of a bottle, leaving again and returning with a bottle of water. He handed me both of them, expecting me to take them. I shook my head,

"No." I crossed my arms. Daddy sighed,

"Princess, how am I supposed to make you better if you won't take the medicine?" He laid the medicine and water on his nightstand. I huffed,

"Pwincess no take pills." I shook my head triumphantly. Daddy nodded, understanding that I wanted liquid medicine,

"Will Princess take her medicine like a big girl?" His eyebrow raised. I nodded,

"Pwincess a big girl."

~Later [Time Stamp; 3 p.m.]~ (Y/N's P.O.V)

Daddy walked in my room, fully clothed,

"Does Princess wanna go to the store with Daddy?" His smile made me feel better. I jumped up,

"Pwincess wanna go!" I jumped into his arms and dug my head into his neck,

"Pwincess wants upies." I kissed his cheek. Daddy got serious,

"Princess, it's important you know not to call me Daddy in public. In public, I'm just Ethan. Go ahead, practice." He put me down, making me stand on my own. I felt my attitude creep up on me, mad because I wanted what I wanted,

"Well Ethan, Princess wants upies and Princess is going to get upies."

~Ethan's P.O.V~

Y/N's voice faded in and out of Princess. I could hear Y/N in there, but she was still referring to herself as Princess. She crossed her arms,

"Now, Ethan, give Princess upies." She whined, stomping her foot. I knew not getting what she wanted made her mad, slowly pulling her out of little space. I smirked,

"No." I licked my bottom lip. Her pupils dilated, seeming to fill up her irises. She groaned,

"Fine, whatever." She rolled her eyes and stomped out of her room. I grabbed her arm, yanking her back,

"Watch it." I pulled her body closer to mine. She smirked,

"And why should I, you're not my Daddy at the moment. Are you?" She raised an eyebrow and pulled away from me. I turned and followed her,

"Y/N, stop right now and fucking listen to me." I yanked on her shoulder. She stopped cold, her body frozen. I stepped in front of her,

"Are you going to- Y/N, what's wrong?"

~Y/N's P.O.V~

I expected some kind of hit, something to inflict pain. After my shoulder was pulled back, I froze, thoughts of my father, my ex, everything coming back at me. It all hit so fast, like a chair had just crashed over my head. I broke down, crying into Ethan's arms and immediately backing away from him,

"I'm sorry. Please don't hit me." I huddled against a wall, hoping and praying that the hit was going to be quick. All that came was a light touch on my waist. I flinched anyway. Ethan kissed my cheek lightly,

"Baby, I'm sorry." 

~Ethan's P.O.V~

I pulled Y/N's body into mine, her back pressed against my chest. I hugged her tight, trying to make her feel as safe as possible,

"Princess, I am never EVER going to lay a single finger on you. I'm never EVER going to try to hurt you on purpose. I want to keep you safe and that's exactly what I'm going to do." I kissed her neck multiple times, hoping to receive an answer. She took a deep gasp,

"E-Ethan." She turned, collapsing against me. Her body shook, tears soaking my shoulder. I rubbed her back, kissing her cheek every now and then. She calmed down, wiping her face. She stayed in my arms for a while after, eventually pressing her lips against mine. My body immediately stiffened in response, unfamiliar to the sensation. I forced myself to relax, eventually falling into the feeling. The make out was short-lived, passionate nonetheless. I pulled away,

"Are you mad at me?" Her eyes deepened in color. She looked exhausted,

"No, I just- I'm fine. I'm not mad. Can we just go to the dumb store?"

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