#Bally Bags

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Bally Spring 2023

#bally #fashion #mode #moda #women's fashion #womenswear #runway #catwalk #style #bag #bags #fashion accessories #accessories #spring 2023 #my upload

[bagwispas]

Men's gifts for Valentine's Day - over 10 bags to choose from.

#menstyle #fashion #accessories #bags #dior #bally #giorgio armani #hugo boss #tommy hilfiger #paul smith #valentines day #gift ideas

[lovegetfashiongoods]

BALLY X André Men’S Runway SS 2017 Necessaire Toilet Bag

#BALLY X André Men’S Runway SS 2017 Necessaire Toilet Bag

[milanfashionista]

Effortless Luxury: The Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag

In the realm of luxury accessories, the Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag stands as a true embodiment of timeless elegance and unique craftsmanship. With its distinctive design, superior quality, and versatile functionality, this bag has captured the hearts of fashion enthusiasts worldwide. In this article, we will delve into the allure of the Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag, exploring its key features and versatility.

A Design Marvel:

The Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag showcases a design that seamlessly blends sophistication and contemporary aesthetics. Crafted from premium materials, it features a B-chain motif and contrasting lettering logo on the front. It has a zippered closure, a fabric interior with one open flat pocket, and an adjustable, removable fabric shoulder strap with leather details and a headphone holder.

Uncompromising Quality:

Bally, a brand renowned for its commitment to excellence, upholds its reputation with the B-Chain Crossbody Bag. Crafted with the utmost precision, the bag is made from high-quality materials, such as supple leather, ensuring durability and longevity. The impeccable construction and attention to detail exemplify Bally's dedication to delivering products of unmatched quality.

Versatile Functionality:

One of the standout features of the Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag is its versatility. Despite its compact size, it offers ample space to carry essential items such as a phone, wallet, keys, and more. The adjustable crossbody strap allows for convenient hands-free wear, making it ideal for both day and evening occasions.

Effortless Style:

The Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag effortlessly elevates any outfit with its luxurious appeal. Whether paired with a tailored suit, a chic dress, or casual attire, this bag adds a touch of sophistication and refinement. The iconic B-chain detail serves as a subtle statement, capturing attention without overpowering the overall look. With its versatility and timeless design, the bag becomes a reliable companion for both formal and casual occasions.

An Iconic Wardrobe Essential:

With its combination of elegance, functionality, and enduring appeal, the Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag has rightfully earned its place as an iconic wardrobe essential. It is a testament to the brand's commitment to creating accessories that merge classic style with contemporary sensibilities. Owning this bag not only adds a touch of luxury to your everyday life but also represents an investment in a piece that will remain relevant and stylish throughout the years.

The Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag is a masterpiece that encapsulates the essence of effortless luxury. Its impeccable design, superior quality, and versatile functionality make it a coveted accessory for fashion enthusiasts worldwide. Whether as a personal indulgence or a thoughtful gift, this bag exemplifies the perfect fusion of timeless elegance and contemporary sophistication. Embrace the allure of the Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag and indulge in the ultimate symbol of refined style.

#Bally B-Chain Crossbody Bag

[andreisvechnikov]

Hurricanes’ Seth Jarvis leans into status as an honorary Harvard grad

By: Luke Decock, April 24, 2024

When Tripp Tracy was asked to speak at a meeting of the Harvard Club of the Research Triangle last week, he naturally invited the Carolina Hurricanes’ two other Harvard Men to join him. Jack Drury, owner of a Harvard diploma, class of 2023. Seth Jarvis, owner of a “Harvard Alumni” T-shirt, class of not quite veritas.

Neither Drury nor Jarvis could attend because of the team’s pre-playoff dinner gathering, but Jarvis was nevertheless welcome despite his self-proclaimed “Grade 6” education, because if there’s one thing that’s true about the Hurricanes’ third-year forward above all else, it’s that if you try to make him the butt of a joke, even a heartfelt, good-natured one, he’ll find a way to turn it back around on you.

When Drury returned from his Cambridge graduation last summer with the crimson T-shirt as a gift for Jarvis, he never expected Jarvis to cut off the sleeves.

He never expected Jarvis to make it his undershirt and wear it under his shoulder pads every single day of the season. For every practice. Every game. Every postgame interview.

“I thought, there’s no better way to put it to use than cut it into a tank top and wear it under my gear,” Jarvis said.

Seth Jarvis. Harvard alum. The shirt says so.

“There have been a few people who have seriously asked me if I went to Harvard,” Jarvis said, “and they’ve obviously never had a conversation with me.”

The Hurricanes have always had a strong connection to Harvard, through Tracy and his youth teammate and future front-office executive Jason Karmanos, through players like Craig MacDonald and Craig Adams.

They’ve had players from the rest of the hockey-playing Ivy League schools as well, other than Brown: Jeff Hamilton (Yale), Kevin Westgarth (Princeton), Lee Stempniak (Dartmouth), Riley Nash (Cornell). Now Drury. And, apparently, Jarvis.

“I think it’s been awesome,” Tracy said. “I would have liked to have had him on the roster.”

Even within the hockey world, it’s hard to imagine two teammates as different as the goofy Manitoban and the cosmopolitan Harvard grad becoming so close. Jarvis left home at 14 to play junior hockey in the Western Hockey League and was in the NHL by age 18.

Drury, scion of a prominent hockey family, spent two years at Harvard and another year overseas in Sweden; even though Drury is two years older than Jarvis, Jarvis has played more than 100 more NHL games than Drury.

The two are akin to brothers as much as they are friends or teammates, so when Drury gave Jarvis the shirt, it was with the best of intentions. Still, give Jarvis an inch or two, he’ll take all 200 feet, same in the dressing room as on the rink.

“I got it for him hoping he would wear it,” Drury said. “Using it as the undershirt, I love that. I didn’t know he’d do that. Once he started to do it, I thought it was awesome. He’s a character. But you couldn’t have a better guy around the room.”

Every single day, the shirt goes into his laundry bag to be laundered with the rest of the team’s base layers, an old-school throwback amid the sweat-wicking, high-tech gear.

By now, seven months into the season, as the Hurricanes head north for Thursday’s Game 3 against the New York Islanders with a 2-0 lead in their first-round series, the T-shirt should probably be in tatters. It looks just fine. Other than the missing sleeves.

“It’s hung on,” Jarvis said. “It’s high quality. Only the best at Harvard.”

At the end of the regular season, when Jarvis sat in on the Bally Sports broadcast with Tracy and Mike Mansicalco while sitting out Game 82, he told Tracy he would have liked to major in “micro-macro engineering” at Harvard, which sounds like a typical Jarvis malaprop, mishmashing economics and engineering. But it also could very well be somebody’s bespoke “special concentration” in Harvard’s engineering school, studying “theories of engineering principles” or the “interactions between microscopic innovation and large system models.”

Jarvis, with his elite hockey IQ and even quicker wit, may be more evidence that you don’t have to be book smart to be smart. He plays up the dopey-goofball angle because it gets laughs — “There’s still a lot of stupidity going on throughout my day,” Jarvis said — and won the Josef Vasicek Award this season for his quotability, but he’s the son of two educators, and there’s a spark that animates both his personality and his game, burning bright under all the self-deprecating humor.

“He plays a little dumb, but he’s pretty smart actually,” Martin Necas said. “I’m positive. He’s pretty smart. He just makes himself look like it on purpose, sometimes.”

Watching his game grow over the past two seasons, as he spent last year becoming a two-way player and this season reaping the rewards, it’s fair to wonder what would happen if he applied himself in the classroom as he has to his hockey career. Who knows what might be possible.

“It’s never too late,” Drury said. “He plays it up a little bit but he’s smarter than people realize. He’s got a good head on his shoulders.”

And the T-shirt over his shoulders to sort-of prove it.

#carolina hurricanes #seth jarvis #jack drury #underrated friendship!!!!! #what if I gave you a shirt from my Alma mater #and what if you wore it everyday

[imnotasuperhero]

Tou you, my heart I surrender. (Prologue to SB)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The memories and the painful hunt Wanda's ghost had on you, found you swallowing for air as you were left alone to pick up the pieces after Wanda had broken up with you, resulting in you accepting an offer to move to the other side of the world just to find yourself.

A/N: This had started as a scene my mind created and it had evolved into some kind of self introspection? I just found myself writing this and I thought it'd be a nice prologue to my baker!Wanda AU? Anyways, I hope you like this and remember that whatever storm is looming over you, the weather gets better and life will grant you sunlight again.

This hasn't been proofread.

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Allowing the air to fill your lungs and the oxygen power through your blood, you took the courage needed to ring the bell, focusing on anything that crossed your mind except the possibilities that could arise from such a mundane act.

"Oh, hi Y/N," the brunette showing through the ajar door greeted you politely.

"Hi," you nodded, intending to calm your erratic insides. "I'm sorry to bother you, it's just my key broke, so I was wondering if you still had a copy of it?" You asked, hopeful. The idea of the hustle that it was to find a locksmith at such a late hour of the night after the stressful day you had was enough for you to just call it a night and sleep at the park bench.

"Oh, sure. Come on in," Wanda promptly left you standing awkwardly in there while she wandered inside the apartment. But before you could get lost in the ideas your mind was quickly creating, a soft purr had you smiling tenderly as you kneeled and picked the cat noir you've got too attached to.

"Hello to you too, bally," you scratched in between his ears as Liho snoozed in your arms.

Basking in the calmness the furry always provided, you absentmindedly sat on the couch, legs crossed and humming to a tune too muffled for you to decipher where it was from, as you fought hard to calm the stormy cloud that seemed to have moved from the sky above into your mind.

"Some things never change." You looked up quizzically from your place on the sofa as you watched Wanda approaching with the shiny object in her hand.

"I suppose," you frowned, trying to decipher the meaning of those words. "Thank you for searching for it," you shuddered as your fingers grazed hers for a little too long. The painful burn was enough to make you gasp.

"It's no problem," she smiled gently and your heart ached with the knowledge that smile doesn't belong to you anymore.

"I should go, now," you scratched Liho's ear as you placed a few small kisses on his head. “Goodbye, handsome. See you soon.” You placed him on the couch before standing up, ready to make your exit.

“Thanks again,” you smiled crookedly once you reached the door.

“Anytime,” she offered and you made the mistake of looking into her eyes, discovering some spark that disappeared as soon as it came.

“Bye, Wands.” You nodded your goodbye, exhaling all the air you didn’t know you were holding all this time as you leaned against the wall, trying to compose yourself. It was right then, right there, you confirmed the fact that you’d never get over her.

Almost as in acting on autopilot, the next day you finally got up after your back had started hurting from laying in bed for so long. One look at the clock on your bedside had you sighing mockingly at the grunting in your stomach. Padding your way to the kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something appealing that could provide the comfort your empty soul needed. But before you could decide, the doorbell echoed through the place.

Opening the door you couldn’t help smiling at the brown bag and the tray of coffee that greeted you.

“Thought you’d need this,” Pietro shrugged, walking inside.

“Like always, you’re my savior.” You took one of the two cups, sipping the beverage, allowing its warmth to ease your insides.

“How are you?” The look in his eyes warned you to open up. And on the contrary of feeling menaced, you found calmness knowing you had people who cared about your feelings. Pietro always being on the top list.

Breathing in deeply, you slumped your shoulders. “I thought it’d be easy, but seeing her, hearing her soft voice… it left me hurting,” you confessed. “Last night was like a stab to my heart, but I can’t find it in myself to be mad at her.”

Nodding, Pietro pursed his lips for a moment too long. “Will you accept the offer?”

Feeling his inspecting eyes looming over you, you sighed peacefully. “Yes.” You paused, allowing the decision you had made to sink in.

“I have to find myself, and to do so, I gotta move on from her. Even if I break myself in the process, I know it’ll be for the better.”

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” his hand found yours on your lap and squeezed it tenderly. “You’ve been together for as long as we’ve met, I believe going away in search of yourself is the only right thing to do. Even if that means I’ll miss you.”

“It’s not like you’ll never see me again,” you giggled. “But yeah. I’m gonna miss you too. All of you.”

“You better,” he warned as he took a bite of his chocolatey muffin. “What you say we catch up on one of our shows?”

Smiling from ear to ear, you turned your body to face the TV. “Your turn to pick.”

And so, the next few hours had been spent in the company of your best friend, basking in his presence before you had to begin your journey far from the city and the people you loved.

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At first, the days moved smoothly for the majority of it. But when the night came, the pain inside you only seemed to magnify as the memories of the greatest love you’ve ever had played in front of you.

The way Wanda had gotten under your skin, marking every part of your body and soul as hers, was something you could never loathe. Having been the prey of her charming persona, was something you could never regret, for she had been the one who loved you the deepest. Even if in the end, she left you alone to pick up the pieces.

But as time passed by and you started to work on yourself by going outside and exploring new places, you started to feel lighter.

What once seemed like something unthinkable, you now learned to enjoy, like for instance- a cup of steamy tea in a cozy café all by yourself. And the loneliness that you found yourself in, soon shifted into a comfortable cocoon where you recharged your soul and provided you with the clarity to understand your way of thinking, allowing yourself to dissect your thoughts and learn from them.

As the days, weeks and months went by, you allowed yourself to experience life through a new lens, finding yourself enjoying every sunray and every raindrop, having understood that you can’t have rainbows without a fair share of rain and sun in your life.

As time passed by and you discovered yourself, you made your peace with the owner of your heart. After all, Wanda had shown you how to love and how to cherish the littlest things in life.

Smiling at the tears running down your face, you thanked the universe for this experience.

The open scenery surrounding you, lured you to sit in the grass and let the sun's rays warm your body, like a soothing balm on your scarred soul.

Granted, some days were –still are- harder than others. But you patted your back for the long way you’ve come.

Your work and the neverending walks you took whenever your rushed life allowed you, have been a great pillar to your self-healing. And as you saw the few couples around you, her memory didn’t hurt you anymore.

Despite the fact Wanda had taken part of you with her, the mention of her name and her pictures of the moments you couldn't be part of didn’t tear your soul apart anymore.

And after a year and a half, you were finally able to come back home and be at peace with her looming presence in your life.

With your mind set on keep being this new –better- version of yourself, you swore that even though your heart had surrendered to Wanda forever, she could never break you again.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @fxckmiup @anaaam (If you want to be tagged, let me know(: )

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #sweet blesing #my writing

[nyc-looks]

Oleg, 25

“I am wearing a Giorgio Armani suit (found through Gem vintage search app), sequin vest (with a tulip a friend gave me), 60s Schiaparelli silk stockings, vintage leather bag from The Netherlands, and Bally shoes (thank you Goodwill!). The intrinsic power of 80s/90s skirt suits is quite appealing to me currently. I study die Neue Sachlichkeit art movement so 1920s Weimar Republic glamour always influences my sartorial decisions. BUY SECOND HAND!”

May 5, 2022 ∙ Tribeca

#nyclooks #nyc looks #street style #gem vintage search #gem app #Giorgio Armani #vintage style #vintage look #vintage outfit

[nalyra-dreaming]

I just realised, they announced three actors joining the cast; Roxanne as Madeleine, Bally Gill as “real Rashid” (lol), and David Costabile as a journalist Daniel knows…

But not Joseph as Nicki yet! Like come on surely they know the cat is out the bag on that one haha

I’m becoming slowly a believer that Gabrielle has already been cast and we have no idea, as well as Marius

Well, they didn’t announce Justin Kirk either and… well. I think they’re trying to sit on a few infos, just as with Assad/Armand last season^^

#anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue August 1982

Julie Wolfe in a long natural mink Umber Glow Lunaraine coat, double breasted, with a shawl collar, patch pockets, a vent at the back. By Bill Blass for Mohl Fur. Hat, Marsha Akins for Akins Hats, scarf, Bill Blass, bag, Fendi, boots, Bally of Switzerland, earrings, Michelle Leight. Hair, John Sahag; makeup, WesLey Dunn for Garren.

Julie Wolfe dans un long manteau en vison naturel Umber Glow Lunaraine, double boutonnage, avec un col châle, des poches plaquées, un un un évent à l'arrière. Par Bill Blass pour Mohl Fur. Chapeau, Marsha Akins pour Akins Hats, foulard, Bill Blass, sac, Fendi, bottes, Bally of Switzerland, boucles d'oreilles, Michelle Leight. Coiffure, John Sahag ; maquillage, WesLey Dunn pour Garren.

Photo Hiro vogue archive

#us vogue #august 1982 #fashion 80s #1982 #fall/winter #automne/hiver #bill blass #mohl fur #marsha akins #fendi #bally #michelle leight #john sahag #wesley dunn #garren #julie wolfe #hiro #fur coat #mink coat #manteau de vison #umber glow #lunaraine

[homegrownkel]

Samaras and Pappi

Some plants fly, some should stay on the ground.

It's been a long while since Kel was folded into a helicopter - usually the Foundation gives enough charity and legroom to put them in coach. But this new site isn't exactly easily accessible, so he gets it. Doesn't make the noise or the very obvious not on the ground-ness of it all any better. They are very much NOT looking out the door. Or the window. Or that other window. Or- okay, no more windows.

There's one benefit to the way life is now - he's never bored. Still, it doesn't take long before most of the others stop responding with complaints that he's gunking up the spaces with his pain. The familiar tone that accompanies a gruff "Sorry, kid, but I feel like my eyeballs are gonna fall out!" helps for a bit, but the ringing only seems louder in the emptiness of those invisible walls.

There's a deep sigh before he digs into his pack and pulls out a handful of candies. He picks through them with a frown before selecting a small toffee caramel and dumping the rest to bounce around freely in the bag. The wrapper tucks into a pocket, the candy into his left cheek and a small smile wraps around it. The song comes unbidden, but unsurprising. Ally, Bally, Ally Bally Bee is hummed around the mouthful of sugar as Kel tries to remember for the umpteenth time whether 'coulter's candy' was something they actually ate whenever their mum sang it all those years ago. He's pretty sure it's not a real brand. But there's no internet here to confirm, so there's a brief moment where he decides this little treat is from Coulter's. The wave of unease afterwards is new though. He's tempted to pull some of the others' attention to see if it's something to be concerned about, but the feeling settles after only a thought.

There's still a prickle along their spine, so despite every screaming instinct reminding Kel that there's no ground within an acceptable distance, he peers through the glass. It's a pretty area to be sure. Still way too far away in a vertical sense. He hopes the flight will be done soon, he might be from an older generation, but the young'ins and their "floor time" have the right idea.

It's much easier to turn away and rifle through the other pockets of the bag for the handful of magnets that are never far away when outside of the lab. These are strong ones. There's something soothing about forcing a finger between the planes and then the click on the other side. Back and forth around a knuckle. Around and around...

If you don't remember a dream, did you really have it?

He needs water. Or mouthwash. Candy right before sleeping for who knows how long was a terrible mistake. Something has crawled into their mouth and died. Blinking after the apparently hilarious pilot, a view of a forest comes to mind, but the trees are wrong for this area. The smell of the sea doesn't reach these altitudes, and there are no craggy cliffs to wander on the other side of the metal door. This is a new home, but it's hard to say what is different and the same.

It's always a test to see how low he needs to duck under the blades while they're slowing, but luckily there seems to be stairs directly under the door. He can still feel his bones rattling in time with the propeller the way they've been doing the last many hours, but the asphalt under his feet is close enough to calm the nerves.

The man waiting for them seems to have more baggage than Kel does, and they're moving in! There's an awkward little head bob of a nod in response to the brusque welcome, but they don't think the DIrector even saw it. AJ did though, and the flood of questions is enough to push past knowing that the big boss of the new Site doesn't want him there.

#fhq.gv.prologue #fhq.task #can't believe the hive left kel on read #samaras are helicopter seeds and pappi are dandelion fluff! #tendril:autogenic.01

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Bally Spring 2023

Model: Alyda Grace

#Alyda Grace #bally #fashion #mode #moda #model #models #women's fashion #womenswear #runway #catwalk #style #spring 2023 #bag #bags #accessories #fashion accessories #my upload

[stylebyclaudiia]

simple chic ☕️

top: reformation

shorts: area

shoes: bally

bag: jil sander

#aesthetic fashion #style blog post #style guide #style inspiration #styleblogger #styleinspo #aesthetic #styleaddict #fashion blog #fashion blogger #chic fashion

[lovegetfashiongoods]

BALLY Men’S Runway SS 2016 Weekender Travel Bag Leather Ltd.Edition! Top

#BALLY Men’S Runway SS 2016 Weekender Travel Bag Leather Ltd.Edition! Top

[lee-sanghyeok]

While I'm happy for DK to have been given the opportunity of ambassadorship for a heritage brand such as BALLY, I've been wondering for a while now how long these connections will last.

On the one hand, the 'hallyu' wave caused major interest in Korea which made idols influencers with devoted fans that'll happily open their wallet. Their audience have buying power, so it's normal for brands to see that and invest in these idols, hoping that those fans will transfer to their brand.

Secondly, since 2020 big fashion houses have noticed their Western customers have become reluctant buying luxury. Such brands have always have an interest in the Middle East and China, but for the past three/four years they've gone all in on South Korea; essentially regarding them at the same level of China in terms of how the status of their brand is perceived and the country's buying power. Majority of the population are adults, so they have the disposable income to buy, for example, the new LV bag.

But when the hallyu wave inevitably dies down, I wonder how many of these connections will remain. Which idols actually have a good relationship with these brands and will have a lasting impact? I've spoken about it numerous times, but Vernon x KENZO is one of the smartest partnerships I've seen in a while.

It's a ready-to-wear mid-range brand that any adult with a proper disposable income can afford. A brand with a recognisable name, yet given a fresh look under the new creative direction of Nigo. A brand that currently pushes the idea of East meets West in their new collection, essentially mirroring Vernon's own identity. It's so smart, man.

BALLY and DK? I'm hesitant to say I see the connection. (Aside from the fact that BALLY has been moving East since 2020 and has seen success.) While it's a deeper cut than, say, Dior or Chanel, I wouldn't think of a Swiss leather-goods brand when I think about DK. Jil Sander, Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, Thom Browne - that makes more sense to me.

Again, maybe I'll see why in the future, but right now it seems like a mismatched choice. (Similar to the way I feel about the NJ girls repping the biggest brands of the moment. Their situation is even more egregious though; their audience is literally made up of tween girls. None of them are going to buy your lipstick for several years, Chanel!)

In conclusion: all eyes on the East. But like every trend, it will only be a matter of time before brands will migrate to another region of the world, probably leaving a whole slew of idols behind.

#just some fashion thoughts don't mind me #also this is no critique on DK - it's solely on the fashion and luxury goods brands #seventeen #dk

[thattransboyaled]

the captain/havers - drunkly in love // fluff

read on ao3

captain heard the same familiar knock on his office door at 1800 hours that evening. "come in!" he shouted, knowing who it would be. his second in command entered his office and the captain could feel himself heat up slightly as their eyes met. "at ease, havers, at ease. now, any news on operation william?"

"unfortunately not, sir." havers sighed, as he had every day for the past week. havers knew the operation had failed, but the captain refused to admit it. "what the bally hell are they playing at?" he exclaimed. havers looked down, he couldn't help but feel bad for his captain. it was his most important work and it had failed. "maybe it's just taken a while to arrive, sir. i'm sure we'll receive some news in the coming days." havers explained, trying desperately to ease his captain's worried mind. "yes, i suppose so. please, take a seat havers. would you care for a drink?" he pulled out a bottle of whiskey from his bag and placed it on his desk, followed by two glasses. "well, i can hardly refuse!" he smiled as captain filled them both. "to operation william!" both men said before downing their respective drinks. captain placed his glass back on the desk and produced two more bottles from his bag. "bally hell, sir! are you expecting to drink all that tonight?" havers asked, eyes wide in shock. "with your help, of course! if you're up to it." the captain winked.

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as it approached 2200 hours, captain finished the final bottle. he had drunk a considerable amount more than havers, giving him false confidence to act upon some incredibly inappropriate thoughts. the gap between him and havers was nonexistent, their thighs against one another. captain brushed his warm hand against havers colder one and suddenly felt havers grab at it. the captain whipped his head round in confusion to find himself met with havers warm breath on his face. before he could compose his thoughts, havers had pushed his lips onto his captains. the captains free hand came up and cupped his lieutenants cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb. he pulled away breathlessly. "good lord," captain breathed as havers moved a hand down, nearing his thigh. he wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him into another, more passionate kiss. havers pulled away, frantically moving to remove his commanders tie and shirt. "the door, havers," the captain whispered. "already locked. and it's william. no need for formalities, considering the situation, is there sir?" the lieutenant smirked as he continued removing his captains clothes. "theodore," he spoke, and copied williams actions. soon they were both stripped down to just their undergarments, and the captain felt a flush of embarrassment creep onto his cheeks. no one had ever seen him this intimately before, especially not another man. william noticed this and instantly buried his face in theodore's neck, continuing down and peppering kisses down his chest and whispering soft, loving words to the captain. he revelled in the occasional small whimpers that escaped the older man's mouth, caught up in the passion of the moment.

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theodore woke up the next morning to the warmth of william's skin against his. he smiled contentedly, remembering the acts of the night previous. he was brought back to reality as william's lips pressed against his neck. theodore shuffled to turn around, looking deep into william's brown eyes. they kissed, the softness of their lips irresistible. "good morning, teddy," havers murmured, crawling out of his captains bed and climbing back into his uniform. when they were both fully dressed and presentable again, william felt a firm grip on his waist and warm breath on his neck. "what does this mean for us, then?" theodore whispered into his ear. william turned his head to look at his superior, a nervous smile plastered on his face. "i don't know about you, but i certainly didn't do that last night just because i was drunk. as it would seem, i have fallen in love with you," havers mumbled anxiously. theodore smiled, widely and proudly. "i have fallen in love with you too, william. and i would love nothing more than for you to be my boyfriend, not just a silly hook-up." william gasped at the word boyfriend. "of course, teddy," he stuttered, turning around to look his love in the eyes. theodore planted another soft kiss to williams lips before turning towards the door and walking into the hall filled with the other troops like nothing had happened.

#caphavers #ghosts bbc #gay fanfiction #fanfiction #lgbt #fanfic #fluffy #everything i write is fluffy #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts havers #bbc ghosts the captain #the captain x havers #not smutty but spicy

[calypso-finale]

Hundred Sixteen. Part 3

My brother isn’t the brightest, I know him very well and he won’t go far and the only place he would go or go about is West, so I got the boys to keep an eye out, but I am going to break his fucking face, who does he think he is taking my son, but I am trying to be calm for Lee, she is having a meltdown. She is on the phone to Tianna crying but I am not worried, they won’t do shit, but you never know really “I will never forgive that little bitch for this, I am so done with her. She has done this to spite me because I won’t agree to her being with Juke, this is all over a jobless man. I really do not care for her. How do you take your nephew like that and think it’s funny or even good?” Rylee shouted down the phone “you know she doesn’t think right, mom is trying to call her, but she isn’t picking up. I have literally got Damson meeting our parents and now we all look unhinged, I mean mom hasn’t told dad, but Damson is sat here hearing and I think he is scared” I sniggered “Damson is straight, don’t worry about it” Ti is funny “are you straight? Oakley said you are?” Ti asked him “I am just noting down who to stay away from but it’s ok, I just want to know that Aziel is ok” I know Damson won’t care, he has seen other drama and even worse drama then this “you’re stood there smiling, why? Find Aziel Oakley! Fuck” Rylee snapped at me “come on now, let’s not take it out on each other. Rylee let’s relax; they won’t do anything. She just did it for some attention, I know she has because she is that stupid. I think it will be ok” Wadz is calling me, answering the call “bro, K1 seen your son and Juke, they are in West like you said you know. I can see them now, they at The chocolate factory, the one in W13 bro. You want me to get Aziel?” I knew it, my brother isn’t bright “nah, watch them. I am coming myself because what the fuck he doing taking my son there, either fucking way we left West because people ain’t shit there and he knows that, just watch they don’t go, please. Tell K1 thank you” he found them “you know they got you but really this guy was going for food his damn self” he is laughing in the background “it was a break bro” they are dumb “see you in there” disconnecting the call “I am going to get him, they found them at a dessert place in West, fucking West London man” I hate him for that “oh, be careful there. So they are there” nodding my head.

“Holy shit!” Wadz spat as I walked to the car “damn! I thought you was about to attack us, why you ballied up?” Wadz asked “I mean you know why; I mean bad enough we in West, but this is fucking Digga territory bro, come on now” I pulled down my bally “bro” dapping K1 “still in there then?” Wadz nodded his head “he is, I think he did this on purpose, but he fucking knows that Digga and his boys already stabbed last time so they would do it again, and he got Rihanna daughter here” I shook my head “I don’t care for her, I just want my son back. You think it’s clear to just go in or should I stay ballied up?” K1 shook his head “bro got CCTV you know, you wanting to beat brother ass?” nodding my head “I think he getting up, oh shit he is” I can see Aziel from here, he is smiling though “I am just going to grab him, I can’t be beating him in front of him. That is bad” I stood away from the car “then I will, bro. he took your son to W13, we ain’t play like that. You take Aziel, I will beat his ass and scare the sister” I sniggered “you ain’t change done bit” I laughed “this is our home, you know that. West London is us my brother, I ain’t fucking care. When it comes to the kids we don’t play, come” they are walking out with him “you got a pretty bag you know” K1 said to Imani “Aziel, what you doing here?” Juke face dropped “mom is looking for you son, where you go?” he laughed “I have more chocolate” I gasped “that is naughty you know, you got school tomorrow too. Oh no, well come we need to go home now” he ran over to me “bye!” Aziel shouted, “why did you take him?” I asked Juke “she just came with him” he shrugged “and you bought my child here” K1 is being intimidating to Imani “protect your girl then, go for it” Juke looked at him “stop it” he just said “Aziel, let’s go” picking him up “you taking kids to the ends, we thieving kids now” I am going to let K1 play, he won’t do shit but upset them maybe.

Aziel is none the wiser, this boy is happy he has had more sweets “you’re too hyper now” he is kicking his legs up and down “so where did you go? What happened? Did you have a good time” he nodded his head “JJ said he is sorry” he will be fucking sorry, the only reason I didn’t do anything is because I don’t want Aziel seeing that, his life will be different and I want that for him “that is fine, but next time” I parked up outside the house “listen to me, I am serious now” turning the volume down “you next time, you don’t go out with anyone until you ask me or mom, I mean it. It is late right now, and you have school tomorrow, it’s going to be twelve and you went out, you didn’t do no homework too. What you did was bad, so you don’t ever do that again. Even if Papa say let’s go out, me or mom needs to know Aziel got it?” he nodded his head “but auntie was sad, you hit her” that bitch “I didn’t hit auntie, I don’t care Aziel. You don’t leave the house like that again and even when Grace is with you, you don’t do it!” I pointed “ok” he just mumbled, he didn’t even say anything but silence “just because they family don’t mean they good, now get out” getting out of the car “you got him?” Lee asked, I nodded my head “Aziel!” she spat, walking around the car “I am so glad to see you baby, oh my god” she hugged him “I went out, mommy he mad” he pointed at me “I am not mad I told you that you need to tell us, what did I say wrong?” he mean mugged me “dad is right, and now you’re wide awake” I mean mugged him back “fix your face, go upstairs, you need down time then mom can get you ready for bed” I don’t think Aziel is happy with me “not your friend” he walked off “ok son” shaking my head “least you told him off” I laughed “yeah now he don’t like me, long day though. You want me to take him in the morning?” she shook her head “I can do it, I have a meeting myself actually” nodding my head slowly “alright then, you good now?” she laughed “I am now but thank you for making sure he is back. Imani made contact with my mom just as you came back, and she got her in a hotel, but she said someone stole her bag to sell” I sniggered “that was just a friend” I shrugged “really?” She laughed “shouldn’t be in the ends, fuck it. I am going now, call me if you need me.” Pecking her lips and hugged her “I want you to stay” I laughed “and you have a meeting and you said it will confuse Aziel, so we do this properly” she groaned out “we didn’t even get to spend time either, I am sorry” she apologised “it’s fine, let me know if you need anything though. I probably won’t be able to pick him up though, I need to catch with YB” Rylee isn’t even letting me go “stay” she said “Lee!” I spat moving back “won’t be long, please” I said, she don’t need to wait long “you will want to kick me out of bed soon” I chuckled, but she sighed out.

I am actually so upset; I am distraught, and I am having to make sure she is safe. Imani being in London with some stupid boy now I don’t want to tell Chris just yet, I cannot just blurt this out to him, and he is doing this, I need to gather everything and then tell Chris, but he is confused on why I am going though “you look pale, a little off. You lying to me?” Chris said, “stop it, please” I said, “you’re off with me too, Robyn, I know you so what happened?” I shook my head “nothing, I just need to go to London and see, you trust me right?” Chris shrugged “depends but is it Rylee? The last time you was doing this was when she was pregnant, tell her it’s different now” I laughed “no, not that. I promise you it’s not, I am just having to do some work on Fenty” Chris is reading me, this is so awkward right now “I know you” he said again “but you looked too stressed out so I won’t push you” I breathed out “but if it’s Rylee and if Oakley has fucking done something bad I will fuck him up, he knows that. That is my daughter” I shook my head “Chris, stop it” why is he biting at Oakley when he is the wrong one right now “it’s not that at all, trust me. But I will be back don’t worry, I am stressed. You know Fenty does stress me out” I lied, what can I say because I need to know the full story to tell him properly and right now I need to grab Imani without Chris threatening her, because he will scare her without a care in the world.

I bet Damson thinks we are crazy, Tianna bless her heart she is coming with me and left her man behind “mom you’re so quiet” Ti said “because I know Chris is going to lose his fucking mind, Imani is different. Like she is an adult but that’s his little baby, he loves her so much, I mean he loves you girls but he always felt that you and Rylee have each other and are ok, even though he did kick off a lot but for so long Imani has been an innocent soul and then when you was telling me she is being rude and all that, I didn’t believe it but now I’m like maybe I should have listened” Chris is going to kick off badly “you can’t keep it away from dad mom, I know you don’t want him to kick off but Imani needs to see it. She has been off her shit for a while you know, since her little gang changed she has been doing a lot, then Rylee told me she slapped Oakley and she is lying on him over his brother, only thing he did was to protect her but now she’s done that, Rylee is done with her, but I am trying to be there still, she even had an infection that’s why she was unwell” my eyes bulged out “you’re joking!?” I shouted “no condom at all” I covered my face, this is the worst thing “I tried to help mom, I am sorry” shaking my head “I may need to tell your dad sooner then I assumed, I thought I could get her. Bring her back and then deal with it, Chris is going to kick off and he doesn’t think, imagine he ends up getting at Oakley” Ti cringed “he probably will, this is Imani. His baby” I groaned out “I think I’m going to murder Juke; I just feel so hurt. It’s Imani, you know” I mumbled “when did this all happen, like was I around?” I am just so mind blown “on tour, ever since she went on that tour mom she has never been the same” I sighed out “I failed her, why wasn’t I noticing?” Am I dumb “no mom, this isn’t your fault. She is lying to you, just you don’t think it would be her” she got a point, I didn’t think it would be.

Barging into Rylee home “well hello to you too, I just picked up Aziel. Can we please keep the drama minimum. He’s been upset all day because Oakley told him off” smiling at Aziel but he looks so sad “you going not hug gran gran?” He shook his head “aww what?” He ran to his mom “give them a hug and then go upstairs, you’re here because she left? I know this game” nodding my head “I need to find her, she text Ti saying she will be back, she is going Spain, but I need you to tell Oakley to get his brother. She is with him, I asked the hotel staff, and they said it was a girl and a boy” Aziel made his way over to me “I miss you” I cooed out “I missed you too” picking him up but I groaned out “oh you’re a big boy now, cheer up baby. Daddy didn’t mean it” he seems so deflated “TT baby, shall we go upstairs” Ti said to him “yes please, I come back” putting him down “come back, I want to see you again” walking further into Rylee home “you’re free to stay with me” she offered “awww I was good too anyways, you know I love this place” I said to her, she knows that “I’ll call Oakley over then” I sighed out “I’m going to have to tell Chris, this is more then what I assumed, it’s not good. I’m just worried he’s going to kick off badly, what if he comes for everyone, you know what he is like when he loses it but yeah, you call Oakley and I will tell Chris that he needs to come here” Chris is going to be so confused, but I can’t do this alone really now. Getting my phone out from my bag, already a miss call from Chris anyways, he probably is checking on me, pressing the phone against my ear, I feel so apprehensive about this “Twin, you good?” He answered “yeah I am, but Chris I need you to come over. Like I just need you to not ask questions and just come to Rylee home please, no questions asked. Please” I pleaded, the line went silent “if it’s Oakley you know I am fucking him up, I am so serious. He knows this shit, fine! I will come but I need to be back for my next performance” he really thinks it’s Oakley “thank you” I just said, he is going to kick off badly.

Oakley eventually arrived but Rylee was on him so quickly but then again they are speaking on Aziel “I barely said a word to him, I told him the wrong thing he did” Oakley defended “well he has been stressed all day in school, he said to me mommy I have a headache, and nobody can talk to him. He went to bed early, like he is asleep already” he pulled a face “it’s only eight?” she shrugged “he is stressed out but then again he didn’t sleep much yesterday so he is very upset with you” Oakley sighed out “right, I had things on you know, I came back for you” Rylee grinned “for me, you miss me? I am keeping those voice notes by the way, I will air you out singing to me” he laughed walking off “you’re jarring, oh shit. She never said, you’re here. I mean how long have you been watching us” he made his way over to me “oh it’s fine, I think Rylee made it about herself” he hugged me “she told me it’s about Aziel, I was worried because like after Imani took him and that, you know” Imani is so stupid that girl “I know, Oakley your brother and my daughter are in Spain apparently, do you know where he is?” he let out an oh “nah I don’t, I mean I can ask my mom. Imani doing a madness, erm I will ask my mom” Rylee grabbed Oakley face “you see his cheek, she slapped him right. I am not happy, he wouldn’t let me beat her ass for that mom” she pointed at his cheek “it’s minor, it’s fine” he shrugged it off and placed his phone against his ear “not to me” my daughter is so whipped “allow it, mom you know where the youngest one is at?” side eyeing Rylee “what mom?” she said “nothing” I shook my head “alright, well call him and just tell him you want to know, and then I will call you next week about selling up, ask him also where is he living because I am not helping him either, call me back when you find out too” he disconnected the call “she will call him and see, but erm in regards to Imani I will try” he looked at Rylee “so you lied, this is the issue at hand and you lie and said it’s about Aziel” young love is annoying to watch.

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