#ethan dolan

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Michael B. Jordan

Current series: The Girls' Trip.** (Full masterlist.)

Grills.**

Your Motherfucking Moment.**

Puffball.

Keep Your Eyes Open.**

Old Man.**

Payback (with Interest).**

Lessons in Chivalry.

Filmed.**

The Bouncer.

Check Yourself.

Til' You Can't Stand.**

Off Day, On Edge.

FEATURING CONTENT FROM RYAN COOGLER'S SINNERS:

Handled (Modern!Twins)

Orbit.**

Dodging Bullets.**

The Stack Effect.** (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Midday Madness.**

Keep That Same Energy.**

Aaron Pierre

Action Figure.

Dinner.

Nothing to Prove. (Part 1, Part 2)

Over the Edge.

Not Dressed for the Club.**

You Asked For This, Remember?**

Overflow.**

Bound in Every Way.**

Upcoming muses:

Keith Powers

Damson Idris

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

It had been four days since the kiss.

Four days since Grayson’s lips met yours in the soft glow of the living room, four days since he asked if he could hold your hand like it was the most dangerous thing he’d ever done, four days since you snuck into the kitchen at 2am just to kiss him again while everyone else was sleeping upstairs.

You hadn’t told anyone. Not Ethan. Not Emma.

You weren’t even sure what it was yet — a thing? A spark? A mistake?

But every time he bumped your hip in the hallway, or whispered a joke only to you, or gave you that low, slow smirk when no one was looking… it felt real.

And terrifying.

Especially because Emma was starting to catch on.

She narrowed her eyes every time you sat “just a little too close” to Grayson on the couch. She noticed when you both came back from the kitchen looking flushed and guilty. And today? Today she’d had enough.

⸻

You were filming a chaotic Q&A in Grayson’s room. Ethan was setting up the camera, Emma was lying belly-down on the bed, and Grayson was sitting next to you, shoulder brushing yours, pretending like the two of you hadn’t just made out in the hallway three minutes ago.

“So,” Emma said casually, flipping through her phone, “who’s most likely to hook up with a friend?”

You and Grayson both froze.

Ethan snorted. “Grayson. A thousand percent.”

Grayson smirked. “Not wrong.”

You kicked his shin under the blanket.

Emma didn’t look up, but her eyes flicked toward you. “Yeah? What about you, Y/N?”

You shrugged. “I mean… depends on the friend.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “Like… say, Grayson?”

Your heart stopped.

Grayson coughed into his drink, nearly choking.

Ethan blinked. “Wait, what?”

Emma sat up slowly, grinning like a cat. “I KNEW IT. I knew something was up. You two have been acting weird for days. The late-night giggles? The secret glances? The—‘oh I’ll help Grayson with the lighting, be right back’?”

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my God.”

Grayson laughed. “Okay—fine. You got us.”

Ethan stared. “Wait wait wait. Are you guys like—together together?”

You looked at Grayson. He looked at you.

Then he reached for your hand. “We’re figuring it out.”

And just like that, the air shifted. It wasn’t tense. It wasn’t dramatic.

Emma grinned and threw a pillow at you. “Took you long enough.”

Ethan shook his head. “I swear to God, if you break her heart, I’m siding with her.”

Grayson laughed, tightening his hold on your hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”