Request: OMG! Welcome
back! Can I please have an ethan dolan imagine were he’s super jealous and it
causes a heated arugment making u storm out and just gray having to calm him
down pls xxxxxxxx
Word count: 461
Requested by: Anon
Thank you! I’ll be
staying for good now ;) x
“Ugh, you are so infuriating Dolan!” I shout, turning away
from him. He takes quicks steps towards me and grabs my arm, turning me around
to face him.
“He was practically undressing you with his eyes!” he yells
back, the veins in his neck popping out.
“That doesn’t mean you can hit him! You punched him, you
could have seriously hurt him!”
“I told him to back off, I was just protecting what’s mine!”
Ethan yells, backing me up into a wall.
“I’m not a piece of property, you don’t own me.” I growl, as
he closes the space between us. Ethan’s breathing is heavy, he’s face is red
with anger and his hair is messy from the amount of times he’s pulled it. Now,
this would be a beautiful sight if I wasn’t so mad with the kid.
“I’m not dealing with your jealousy right now.” I say,
climbing out of his grip and making my way towards the kitchen.
“And I’m not dealing with you wanting to fuck other guys!”
he shouts loudly, causing Grayson to walk out to make sure everything’s okay.
“You okay y/n?” He questions, worry lacing his tone.
“Fuck off Grayson,” Ethan growls, “this doesn’t involve you.”
“I’m fine, thank you Grayson, I was just going.” I say,
greasing Ethan off.
“Hell fucking no you aren’t.” Ethan protests causing me to let
out a laugh.
“Like I said Dolan.” I pick up my bag from the floor. “You
don’t own me, you can’t tell me what to do.” I make my way towards the front
door, Ethan hot on my heels.
“y/n!” He shouts, “don’t just leave! We’ll take about it.”
Grayson pulls Ethan back before he can grab my arm which doesn’t please Ethan
“Get the fuck off me Grayson!” he yells, turning around and
getting in his twins face.
“Just let her go, let her cool off.” I smile at Grayson and
slam the door before Ethan could turn around.
Before Ethan can try and convince y/n to stay, she leaves. He
lets out an inhuman growl and throws a punch at the wall.
“Ethan!” I scold him. But it doesn’t stop him, he continues
to throw punch after punch. I pull him away and notice the blood trickling down
“I can’t help but get jealous because I get so worried about
losing her to someone else.” He says, breathing heavily. “You need to cool
down, let her relax too.” Ethan starts pacing back and forth in the room. “She’ll
come back, and if she isn’t back within the hour we’ll go looking for her and
your dumbass can apologise for being a dick.” Ethan lets out a small laugh.
“Anything to get her beautiful ass back.”
Soooo first imagine
back and sorry if it’s not how you wanted it or not very good I haven’t written
in over a year ahahah x
Jean Harlow at home with her second husband Paul Bern, July 1932.
Jean Harlow (1911-1937) and
Paul Bern (1889-1932) married on July 1932. Paul was 22 years older than Jean. He was an agent, writer, director and producer, and was a prominent member of the MGM studios where Jean worked. He committed suicide 2 months after they married in 1932. There is speculation that he was murdered. According to several sources, Paul had lived with a woman for several years prior to his marriage. However, having mental health problems, she was put into care. She was enraged when she heard of his marriage to Jean, and so went to his home and visited him while Jean was away. Paul always carried a revolver to protect Jean. It is rumored that she used this gun to shoot Paul, then left the house and boarded a steamer. Her body was found later in a river. It was thought that she may have been Paul’s wife, and, if that was the case, Jean had participated in a bigamous marriage. However, the scandal was quickly hushed up by MGM, and suicide was the official verdict.
Euphoria wasn’t even close to the feeling that erupted from
the depths of your body when you thought about your boyfriend. You never knew
this type of happiness could exist and rely all within one person. Your heart
yearned for him when he wasn’t there just as a virus does for a host.
Happiness captivated your mind while you rested your back
against the pillows with his toned arm molding the nape of your neck. Your
fingers twisting amongst his other hand that rested on your abdomen. He had a
strict focus on the movie playing in front of you, one you had never really
cared for but sat there for the sake of his happiness. His chest rumbled while
the cotton shirt rubbed against your arms. You shut your eyes memorizing the
blissful sound of his laugh until his phone vibrated against the nightstand. His
fingers seeped through the spaces between yours and his bicep pushed on the
nape of your neck as he reached for his phone.
You saw that it was a text from one of his best friends Ryan.
Grayson introduced you two and invited both of you to hang out with him;
however, it never went well. No matter what you did, Ryan was never fond of you
and seemed to laugh at you along with his other friends leaving you clueless
about how to fix this. Grayson’s thumbs raced across the glass screen quickly
sending messages with an uncomfortable smirk sitting on his face. Your eyes
drew their way back to the TV screen while his conversation continued.
“Hey, babe, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” Grayson
grunted as he got up and made his way across the floor. You nodded and yawned
reaching over his side to grab the remote when his phone vibrated again with a
message that caught your attention:
When are you gonna do it or do I
get the honors of telling her?
Your eyebrows knitted together before you peered over to the
bathroom door knowing you had a bit of time. Your trembling thumb slowly slid
across the screen unlocking it to see what Ryan was talking about. Scrolling up to the beginning of the
discussion, your eyes darted from message to message soon learning why Grayson
was really with you. Ryan bet him.
Pain stretched from your heart to every other part of your
body. How could he do this to you? He always seemed so genuine. He seemed like
he cared. Your pain changed to rage realizing how stupid you were to believe
him. Everyone knew that Grayson liking you was too good to be true.
The hinges on the door squeaked revealing the bastard that
you spent all your time with.
“A bet,” you whispered looking down at your lap.
“What?” Grayson asked not hearing you.
“A BET,” you now screamed knowing well that he could her
His eyes widened suddenly understanding what you were
talking about. His lips parted about to say something until you interrupted
“How could you? I thought what we had was real. I know that
I was stupid for believing you, but that doesn’t change how much of an asshole
you are to think that it’s okay to do that to someone especially since I told
you that jokes like this are the sickest kind. My friends told me that I
shouldn’t go out with you because all you would end up doing is hurting me, but
I didn’t listen to them. I chose you and dropped them. I defended you because I
saw a side of you that they didn’t, but now I know that side was all a mask to
make a joke of me. I left the people that really loved me and would never hurt
me to be the punch line of a joke. Grayson, you are just a cruel bastard with
no sympathy or morals. You just listen to what your friends tell you to do, so
you can feel accepted. I can’t believe I ever sympathized for you and wanted to
help you,” you ranted.
“Oh, and here you go,” you said tossing his phone back to
him. “Now you don’t have to worry about breaking up with me because Ryan did it
Your arm outstretched for the doorknob opening it and making
your way out. Grayson grabbed your arm trying to get you to stay but you ripped
yourself from his grasp. Quickly you ran passed the family room where Cameron
saw you and asked what was wrong. You looked behind you making sure that
Grayson wasn’t following you. You knew he wouldn’t because to him you were just
“It’s nothing, Cam, but can you take me home?” you quietly
“Yeah, sure, do you want me to go get Grayson to come with
us?” she asked.
“No, I can’t really deal with seeing him right now,” you
struggled to say leaving his house and getting into her car.
When you got home, you went straight to your bed and the
texts and calls flooded your phone and seemed to have no end. You finally
turned off your phone needing a break from the world just to be with your mind.
You eventually fell asleep and woke up to see that it was only 7 pm. Remembering
what happened you went to grab your phone to see if there was anyone you could
call at a time like this. Normally, you would be able to call Grayson about
this, but he was no longer an option. The apple logo appeared before switching
to your lock screen seeing:
Grayson Dolan iMessage (27)
Grayson Dolan Missed Call (19)
Rolling your eyes, you put in your passcode and opened up
the texts. You saw a plethora of apologies and him claiming to like you and
admitting that it was a bet, but he really did fall for you. Part of you still
hated him, but another part wanted to believe him. You were flicking through
the conversation and found yourself calling him and bringing the phone up to
your ear. After a few rings, he picked up and whispered your name. You remained
silent for a few seconds before asking him the one question you had.
“Is it true? Do you really feel that way or is this some
other part of the bet?” you lightly spat at him.
“I promise you, (Y/N). This is not a part of the bet. I’m going crazy knowing how much I hurt you
and can’t be there to comfort you. Please forgive me and I’ll tell the guys
that we actually are dating and that I genuinely like you. Please just let me
comfort you and make it up to you” he begged.
You let out a long sigh taking your time to think about what
he had just said.
This time you heard his voice crack. You knew he was telling
the truth and couldn’t deal with himself anymore.
“Fine, but only if you come over here right now,” you
He struggled letting out a tiny laugh before thanking you
for taking him back before he rushed over to your house for a long night of
cuddles, Netflix, and takeout.