@goldenboybarracuda, alex claremont diaz sent to allie hayes. love you to the moon and to saturn.

saying that allie was very lucky with alex was something she couldn't hide from the world. how could she when he was the best part of her life right now? each person who asked her what made her happy? she only had one name that came to mind, alex claremont diaz. her happiness could be seen on her face. the smile and the eyes. these two say so much, yet, they hide a lot. he was the sun of her life, the first who managed to make her say the things she hid from the world. she doesn't remember a day where she wasn't honest with him. he know her deepest secrets and her goals, something that he is supportive of. she could sees it in the way he acts around her when something good happens. while she was the moon. sometimes, she close up. something she wasn't proud of. especially when he is here and tell her that he would never leave. she burned with love for him. so, when she hears those words coming out of his mouth, she can't help but feel emotional over this. over him and how important he was becoming in a time when she needs someone who was willing to give her the moon if she asked for it.

at his sweet words, the blonde couldn't help but lean towards her beloved as she tenderly kissed him on the cheek. " i love you so much too. I don't know if that can be conveyed into something. you have become the person i could jump for. these are not just empty words. i hope you know that you are stuck with me now. for better or for worse. "

@goldenboybarracuda, alex claremont diaz required an incorrect quote featuring allie hayes.

[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing // Henry

These quiet moments, between rushing back and forth and flying from one country to another, these are the moments that Henry lives for. It sounds cheesy, perhaps, but he only really feels alive when he's with Alex. Alex, who sees past all the pomp and ridicule, and somehow... still wants him. It's incredible, unbelievable, and very strange, but wonderful. "At some point," He brushes his lips against Alex's shoulder, his lips soft and warm from where they've been kissing for the last few minutes, "I'm going to kidnap you, buy a private island and just... live there with you."

[ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture. // for buck

the dirty kind of teasing | @goldenboybarracuda | Alex & Buck

With how in each other’s business the 118 family was, Buck had learned a long time ago to set his phone to not show message previews on his lock screen. This was his undoing. Or— Alex was, but it wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d been able to know the message was coming.

It’s just his luck that they’re in the truck returning to the station from a car accident when the messages come in. It’s getting late, and he can see that they're from Alex, so he’s expecting some sort of goodnight text. The first message is somewhat tame. If he’d seen the preview, he would’ve known right then and there to tuck his phone away and wait until he was alone to open the message. Either way, it’s enough to make his eyes widen and all focus turns to the device in his hands. The second message causes a deep flush to spread over his face and neck.

Before he’s even finished reading the second text, a photo comes in. If his blush isn’t enough to alert the others to something going on, the sound he makes certainly is. He quickly locks his phone and flips the screen away from any prying eyes, but everyone’s attention is already on him. Thankfully he's wearing turnout pants.

“What’cha got there, Buckaroo?” Hen asks, a devilish grin on her face.

Eddie’s got his eyebrows raised and Chimney simultaneously looks gleeful and like he’s gotten too much information about his brother-in-law. Oh god, they know.

“N- uh,” he clears his throat, turning his gaze out the window and trying to keep his thoughts off of the contents of his phone. “Nothing.”

“Why? Don’t want to share with the class?” Chimney teases.

“Keep it to yourself, please,” comes Bobby’s long-suffering voice from the front passenger seat.

Luckily for him, that’s enough to stop them from prodding any further, though he does get teasing glances for the rest of the ride to the station.

As soon as they get back, Buck secludes himself away and shoots off a text to Alex.

( sms | Alex ❤️‍🔥 ) You’re gonna pay for that in the morning.

“So if I tell you I want a kiss do-over on new years, are you going to run away again or are you going to kiss me this time around?” / for book Henry

                 hearing the other comment about their kiss from last year, he chuckled. that felt like ages ago. but now, things were different, but good. they were T O G E T H E R , && the whole world knew it by now. henry walked over to alex. his alex. he was so in love with the first son of america. and when he shook his head, ready to answer, he went for it, leaning in && kissing him softly on the lips. ❛ i will never run away from you, ever, ❜ he whispered before kissing the man once more.

                                                ‧₊˚ 💔 ⋅𓂃 ࣪ 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

alex claremont diaz ( @goldenboybarracuda ) said to jake connelly ; ❛  what are your plans for today?  ❜

jake connelly cares about three things. hockey, his hockey team, and himself. there are a handful of people ( rarely ) who trickle in and out of that dynamic, but for the most part . . . jake's entire life revolves around hockey. as a result? jake genuinely doesn't know if alex is messing with him or not. ❝ probably going to just hit the gym for a few hours. then hit the rink for practice later. ❞ he shrugged, ❝ why? feel like tagging along? ❞

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ : ᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪɴ .

ɴᴀᴍᴇ . emma

ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ . entire or universal

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ᴇꜱ . n / a ( she has nicknames but not aliases )

ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ . caucasian

ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ .

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴄꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ .

- she taught herself how to speak gibberish in elementary school ( i did not , so. don't ask me to translate. ) - in eighth grade she took prada around the neighborhood in one of lydia's designer purses as part of her elle woods halloween costume and prada peed in the bag so she threw it out in a neighbors trash can. - she cried when one direction broke up.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ .

sing ( only to herself ) , paint , train her abilities.

ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ( of MANY ) ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ .

derek hale ( @dalphahale ) lydia martin ( @delicatestm ) dean winchester ( @guiltye ) colby newman ( @carp3diems ) stiles stilinski ( @stilesstylelinski ) sam winchester ( @stanfordprepped ) charlie kelly ( @ratkiing ) alex claremont-diaz ( @goldenboybarracuda )

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ .

- killing the man that turned her eyes blue. - not being able to find lydia until she turned up on her own.

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ .

- gerard argent - tight spaces

tagged by : sweet angel child @multi-royalty tagging : YOU

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧 - 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗭 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 117 / ∞ featuring alex claremont - diaz ( @goldenboybarracuda )

— 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 —

@goldenboybarracuda: gets a thing.

   Truth be told, if Henry could've gotten out of going to this party tonight, he would have done so. As it was, it was required as per his manager's schedule. Between his grandmother and his manager, he wasn't sure who was worse. Okay, that one definitely went to his grandmother. It wasn't that Henry didn't like parties. As an international musical superstar, he'd certain been to plenty of them, but as he'd been out touring the past couple of nights and he'd prefer to have a night to himself for once this week. No matter, he was dressed in a fine suit with a colorful tie and he entered the building that was already quite loud. Perhaps he should have worn his protective earphones. There were people who recognized him, but he didn't recognize whom he passed that had patted him on the back in greeting and one even gave him a drink, which he accepted gratefully.

   Henry made his way toward one of the sofas and sat, swirling his drink around as he watched those around him. He met the eyes of a familiar face in the crowd. Alex Claremont-Diaz, an international superstar himself in his own way; a model whom Henry had been following for some time now. It was embarrassing whenever they did run into each other. Not that the other likely felt that way. His breath caught as they held stares and he looked away first. Henry looked down at his drink and then took a swig, deciding that he could really use the pick-me-up right now with Alex in the room.

I'm Not Sure I Can Trust You — accepting!

@goldenboybarracuda did you mean to do that? - Alex to Henry The cold was still deep in his bones as he paced. The carpet beneath his toes was soft - like dark curls that slipped between his fingers. The chill was seeping out through his socked feet as the traitorous winter weather kept the Prince of England grounded when all he wanted to do was escape with whatever dignity was still buried beneath the frozen humiliation in his bones. Pez hadn’t been happy when Henry dragged him away from the party, declaring that they had to leave right then, but it was Pez, so he dutifully packed his bag and helped Henry find Shaan answering emails in a room far enough away from the event that the music was only a heavy bass shaking the walls. It was there, that Henry’s plans derailed. According to Shaan, the snow that started before midnight, mixed with the cold temperatures had left frozen patches on the airport runway. Planes were grounded and all the hotels nearby were sold out of rooms. So he was stuck.  Pacing the floor of a room in the White House while Pez hunted for tea to sober up a little bit. So when the door to his room opened he was expecting his friend. But the voice was not what he was expecting. Did you mean to do that. Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. The man that he is. Would of course not allow what happened to go unnoticed. It was frankly, extremely rude. “Is that not what is expected at midnight on New Year’s?” Henry huffed. Checking his watch and realizing that it was cornering 3 in the morning, which meant, the kiss happened after the traditional time to kiss strangers. Turning around, Henry moved to the window and stared at the snow. He watched as the snowflakes taunted him while they clung to the glass. “Yes, Alex. I did.” He said finally. “Now just…yell at me. Say what you need to say. I’ll be out of your hair in the morning.”

𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 : 40 / ∞ ft . alex claremont - diaz ( @goldenboybarracuda , @hstoryhuh )

— 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 / 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 —

@goldenboybarracuda, alex claremont diaz sent to paige michalchuck. your friends are around so be quiet.

in another universe, the one where she cares about what people and specifically her friends might says or think of her or her actions, she would have agreed with him. yet, it was in the past. in another uniserve, she wasn't sure she would have given the boy the time of the day. she's loying there. of course she would have. he was beyond perfection. he was rich and was a good arm to walk around with. doesn't meant that she wasn't ashamed of what her old self would have done. she wasn't the old paige anymore though. she changed since that night. she see more clearer now and can says who is good and who is toxic for her. alex was in the first rank. this is why it hurts her when the boy utter those words when they are kissing. was the table turning on her? was she the one peoploe were ashamed to be seen or hanging with?

head raise from his neck, lips pursing as she looked at the boy with questionning eyes. " you know i don't really care if they heard us, right? why would i care when you are … you are perfect. i should be the one asking if it does bother you though? being seeing with me, i mean? are you ashamed of our little escapade? should we stop? " she was so self conscience right now that she couldn't help herself but put her shirt back on. " i thought you were different. guess i was wrong about that too. "

alex claremont-diaz in allie hayes's photobook, featuring @goldenboybarracuda from this meme.

🎊💋 NYE kisses for Henry

Henry's memories of last year are ... quite foggy. He was drunk, and he remembers Alex surrounded by the snow, remembers thinking how pretty it all was - the American included. Nothing has changed this year in that regard, just everything else that's changed. They're together, and out, and Henry doesn't have to hide when he gently pulls Alex away from their friends so that he can press a long kiss to the man's lips as the fireworks start to go off.

"Happy New Year, darling," he whispers.

@goldenboybarracuda sent [ 📲 sms: ]  you look so good right now. i can’t actually see you, but i assume you look good because you always do. [ alex & buck ]

[ text -- alex ] 🧐

[ text -- alex ] have you done something or are you trying to get in my pants?

📸 (6) photos henry has/has taken of alex - @goldenboybarracuda