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Bookworms and rom com truthers alike have been swooped by Netflix’s latest premiere: the film adaptation of People We Meet on Vacation, whose original writer is the beloved Emily Henry. Go to the link in bio to find out whether an Emily Henry adaptation made me cry once again. . #EmilyHenry #PeopleWeMeetOnVacation #TomBlyth #EmilyBader

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Check out my review on How to Break a Girl by Amanda Sung (A #Reedsy author) I think you might enjoy this one! . #ReedsyDiscovery #IndieAuthors #Indiewriters #novel

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eddiediazcentral

You're a combat medic but this makes you squeamish?

rylandsgrace

#Gay men + clocking a confused Buck

stateoflovinged

and then eddie showing up ok

gayeddies

Buck... There's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.

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spnheartfic

Ryan Guzman in Step Up All In

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Step Up: All In [Ryan Guzman & Briana Evigan]

I love his little dancey dances from this scene

stateoflovinged

he looked so happy here, i loved this

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Ryan Guzman In Step Up All In

stateoflovinged

he is just too prettt

realchemistry

Ryan really went and got himself cast as the lead of TWO dancing movies without any dancing experience, huh?

stateoflovinged

those fangs and arms can get him anywhere

nighting-gale17

Hi! Hope you’re doing amazing! If you’re taking fic requests can you do one where the fire fam + buck finds out that eddie can dance? Like professional level dance? Literally just go watch ryan dance in step up revolution. It’s fabulous. Thanks hun :)

Okay I admit I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it’s just buck not the firefam. Thanks for the request, anon, life has been sucky and this made me laugh <3

“Buck!” Eddie called out as he opened the door, swinging it shut with his foot as he walked inside. “I brought the groceries you asked for.” He walked over to the kitchen, placing the paper brown bags filled to the brim with food on the counter, frowning a little when he didn’t see his boyfriend sitting in the living room. “Buck?” he asked again.

It was then that he heard the music, something poppy and vaguely familiar to his ears. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs, so Eddie rolled his eyes and started putting the food away, figuring Buck probably got distracted with something else on Youtube. At least he’d finally seemed to stop fixating over natural disasters—recently it was all funny animal tiktoks on his phone.

The music was annoying though—there was something about it that tickled Eddie’s brain, something he couldn’t put his finger on. It was definitely poppy, but older, he thinks, based on the mix and beat of it and—

Oh fuck.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he rushed up the stairs, the rest of the pantry items forgotten. There, he found Buck sprawled out on the bed, eyes glued to the computer scene that was—Eddie cringed. Yeah, definitely playing on of his old Mob dances.

“Please don’t tell me you’re watching what I think you’re watching.” Eddie pleaded, feelings his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and hovering on the top of the stairs.

“If you mean am I watching a dance group called the Mob from Miami doing some very sexy street dancing and there's a guy that looks like you prominently featured in each dance then…no I’m absolutely not watching that at all,” Buck replied, his eyes still glued to screen in front of him.

Eddie mutters in Spanish under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How did you even find those?”

“You got tagged by one of your old dancing buddies on a picture on Facebook,” Buck answered the edges of a grin on his face. “Wasn’t hard after that.”

Moose. Damn him, because Eddie knew it wouldn’t be anyone else.

Eddie quickly walked up and closed Buck’s laptop, averting his gaze. “Don’t watch these. They’re embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” Buck repeated, incredulous. “No, tripping over the firehose and landing flat on your face and giving yourself a nose bleed is embarrassing. This is awesome.”

“No.” Eddie groaned, scrubbing his face with his hand. “We were stupid kids street dancing for fame and money. It’s mortifying.”

When he finally looked down to meet Buck’s gaze after he had been quiet for a little too long, he was startled to see the dark look of desire in his boyfriend’s eyes, the curl of a smirk on his lips. “It’s incredibly sexy.” Buck disagreed, reaching out to grab Eddie’s hand and drag him to the edge of the bed so he was standing in-between Buck’s legs. “Very sexy.”

“Is this—are you turned on?” Eddie asked, now his turn to be incredulous. “By me dancing?”

Buck shrugged, his hands slowly trailing up Eddie’s arms before settling against his waist. “Obviously. Dancing his hot, babe, especially when you’re the one dancing.” he looked up at Eddie through his lashes, batting his eyes prettily. “Think you can dance for me?”

It took a second for Eddie’s brain to work—Buck was fucking gorgeous looking up at him like that—but once it did, he couldn’t choke back his laugh as he pushed Buck back on the bed. “You’re insatiable.”

“And?” Buck asked, that shit-eating grin on his face as he laid on the bed, propped up by his elbows.

Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned around and started walking back down to the kitchen. “Your ice-cream is going to melt,” he informed Buck. “And I’m hungry because I still haven’t had lunch yet.”

“Babe?” Buck whined, scrambling to follow after him. “You’re just gonna leave me like this?”

When they were both at the bottom of the stairs, Eddie turned around and pulled Buck in for a searing kiss. “Make me lunch and maybe I can be convinced to give you a dance.” he murmured lowly, feeling smug at the dazed look on Buck’s face when he pulled away.

“Yeah. Okay.” Buck cleared his throat, eyes tracing Eddie as he finishes putting the groceries away in Buck’s kitchen. “Lunch. I can do that.”

So maybe Eddie wasn’t expecting Buck to find those videos—ever—but he can’t really complain about the consequences of it that happened later that afternoon.