Dwight L. Moody

I think i like it!

For sure!

Nobody's tagged me but I will do it anyway.

1) Gally

2)ANAKIN

3) Roman

4) KEVIN ATWATER AND RUSEK (From Chicago P D)

5) Ragnar

5 Male Characters I love

I was tagged by the lovely @jonskory 💜 Thank you dear!

In no particular order....

1) Levi Ackerman not me binge watching AOT 4 times in a row in the last month

2) Tommy Shelby

3) Jamie Fraser

4) Kanan Jarrus

5) Lucius Hunt

I love these, they’re so fun

I’ll tag: @emberoflife @patritxi @sansasurvived and anyone else that would like to play, you can say I tagged you ☺️

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Okay BUT he in every gif 😳

EDWARD HOLCROFT as James Cox in

The Undeclared War - Episode Two dir. Peter Kosminsky

When you want to smash your screen but you can’t cause you don’t want to pay for the consequences

2017 Next Gen ATP Finals - Final - Rublev 1-3 Chung

“Cuando tienes miedo pero lo haces de todas formas, eso es valentía”.

-Aries, Sagitario, Escorpio, Virgo, Capricornio, Géminis

Fast Times at Kattegat High (Chapter 5)

sparkly moodboard by this sweet thing who indulges me too much! @punkrocknpearls 🥰 not sure this sub-par story deserves such a pretty edit, but here we are 🥲

pairing: ubbe x plus size!reader x hvitserk

type: multi-chapter

summary: You’re a known loner in high school who gets regularly humiliated by resident bully Magnus. But one day, Ubbe puts him in place and he develops an interest in you. And the Lothbroks, especially Hvitserk, decide to befriend you and protect you.

overall series warnings: bullying, fat-shaming, insecurities, some pretty blunt threats of violence, heaps of sexual tension (with no actual smut in sight), cloyingly sweet fluffy fluff, polyamorous negotiations, a few patches of angst, frequent cursing, platonic romance, underage characters, slow burn, sappy shit

ao3: amyponders || spotify playlist

chapter word count: 3.8k

a/n: buckle up bitches, it's sexual tension o'clock in this house. also, this is pretty much my favorite chapter in the whole story so you know what that means, right? it's an overdose of hvitserk

taglist: @ritual-unions-gotme, @xbellaxcarolinax, @flowers-in-your-hayr, @solinarimoon, @flokisdaughter, @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom, @punkrocknpearls, @pieces-by-me, @grimeundglow, @mrsalwayswrite, @istorkyou, @nandadb

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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Your brother-in-law turned around unceremoniously and headed for the chair in front of his computer.

You padded softly into his familiar bedroom, the soles of your feet sliding against the smooth floor to stand on one foot and watch Hvitserk’s retreating half-naked figure.

On any other day, he would’ve excitedly tackled you down to the bed with a hug, probably making you cuddle him for hours so it felt weird to see him so unenthusiastic to have you there. There was something definitely off about him.

But at least his room looked the same and it brought you joy. It had been some weeks since you’d last visited Hvitserk there, but it was still just as you remembered it: spacious, cozy, tidied up - though not excessively so like Ivar’s - and with just the right amount of decoration. There was only a small bundle of discarded clothes - the ones he’d been wearing to the picnic - near the bed.

“So is this how it’s going to be?” He plopped down on the chair lazily.

“What do you mean?

“I mean you spend all your time with my brother and you only hang out with me when he leaves you alone...”

“What?!” Your eyebrows linked together. “I’ve been around you for the past day. And I’m staying the weekend. I’m not leaving until Monday at least...”

“Yeah, you said it. You’ve been around me. But we’ve barely spoken. And it’s been at least two weeks since you last came here to spend time with me.” Hvitserk motioned to the room as he spread out on his chair, knees almost touching the armrests. “But who’s counting?”

You bit your lip considering his complaint and hung your head to one side. “You know what? You’re right, Serk. I’m sorry. It’s just Ubbe-”

“He’s your priority. I know. I’m just saying… I miss you too.” His tone was soft and warm as always.

“I’ll try to do better. I promise.” You threw the pillow on Hvitserk’s king-sized bed among his other four or five pillows and several cushions and sank down on his fluffy mattress, not really bothering to ask for his permission anymore. It wouldn’t be the first time you took over his room.

“Okay… Thank you.” Hvitserk nodded and faced his computer. “And well… You know that my room is your room. Stay as long as you need.” He put on his headset and started clicking around, probably looking to start a new game with his buddies.

After some minutes of scrolling down your feed on your phone, feet up on his headboard, you decided it was better to come out with it. You couldn’t stay the night if he was going to keep skirting around you.

“Serk…” You tossed your phone aside.

No answer.

“Serk!” You raised your voice a bit short of a shout.

“What?!” Hvitserk responded, startled. “My bad, I didn’t hear you.”

“So… are we going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” He jabbed at his keyboard repeatedly, biting the inside of his cheek. “Uh, no one, man.” He added randomly then scrambled to mute himself and turn off his camera. He looked over his shoulder at you briefly and tapped on his headset, signaling it had been one of his pals.

“What is it?” You narrowed your gaze and stayed silent for a few seconds. Since he didn’t react, you deliberately waited until Hvitserk unmuted himself and turned on his camera to prod him again. “What is he saying?”

He stiffened up his freckled shoulders and continued chewing on the inside of his mouth. You could see he was purposefully trying to ignore you, pretending he hadn’t heard your question so he could avoid answering it - most likely because he didn’t want to have to explain to his buddies who you were and what you were doing in his room so late at night.

Well, fuck that. You thought and sat upright, crossing your legs in lotus position. “Serk!” You whined twice as loud as before. They most definitely heard you now.

“Uh… Nothing, babe, nothing.” He replied defeatedly while pressing the keys in a frenzy. “They just asked me who was here with me.”

“Babe?!” You heard the shrill shriek of his teasing friend from your spot all the way back in Hvitserk’s bed.

“And you said ‘no one’?” You treated him to a sassy expression.

Hvitserk mumbled something on the microphone that sounded like “guys, please” and you stood behind him to peep at his computer screen.

There were at least three friends on his streaming session, all of them shirtless and wearing pajama bottoms. Although none of them looked as good as Hvitserk did, you mused unexpectedly.

He looked relaxed and effortlessly attractive in his black sweatpants, dark blond hair gathered in a low bun at his nape, toned athletic body on display, while they just looked... plain and homeless.

You scrunched your brow at your sudden rude thoughts, but the notion was unavoidable. They didn’t necessarily look like a pack of people you would see a snobby Lothbrok hanging out with. Perhaps Ubbe would, but Bjørn would never even look down their way. And Ivar would sooner die than speak to these rowdy unpopular-looking kids.

You saw their expressions turn on a dime and their concentration wobble between the game and your newly arrived presence.

Hvitserk took off his headset reluctantly so you could hear them through the laptop’s speakers.

“She doesn’t look like no one.” One of Hvitserk’s friends said.

“Hey, come closer! Serk, tell her to come closer. I can’t see what she’s wearing.” Another guffawed excitedly.

“Guys!” Hvitserk’s spine straightened and he inhaled, his chest broadening up in an attempt to hide you from their view but you walked even closer, not giving a shit what his wishes were.

“We need to talk, lover boy…” You sounded like a nagging girlfriend but you didn’t care. His game could wait. But your situation couldn't. You tangled your fingers on some loose strands of his pretty hair to soften your request.

“Yeah, yeah, gimme a sec.” He shivered at your touch, his skin turning to goose flesh.

“Ohhh, she’s bossy, Serk! And flirty. I like it!”

You set an elbow on Hvitserk’s shoulder blade leaning forward over his puffed-up chest so you could see them better and the lacy hem of your thin-strapped silk chemise slid down your fleshy breasts. It didn’t fit as snugly as your matching pajama pants. “That’s cuz I’m his girlfriend.” You lied and shot the guy a cheeky grin.

Hvitserk angled his neck to look at you but you stared ahead at the computer.

“You fucking dog! You’re eating well, Serk.”

You smirked when one of Hvitserk’s friends wolf-whistled, congratulating him on his good taste. A few months earlier perhaps you would’ve shrunk back mortified to have a man’s attention but now it was a more familiar and less scary territory.

“Give us a sneak peek, sweetheart.” Another one of them urged you to undress by motioning to your falling top.

“Guys, seriously? Fucking behave. Don’t talk to her like that!”

“And who the hell might you be?” You continued your banter, speaking over Hvitserk.

“We’re the friends who didn’t matter enough to know about your existence until now.” One of the guys shot back and laughed heartily.

You had no clue how they were able to play and hold a conversation with you.

“Nah, nah, nah. I won’t believe it ‘til you two kiss!” The friend who spoke first addressed you both.

After gliding a finger down his smooth cheekbone, you gripped Hvitserk’s jaw between your thumb and forefinger to make him turn his face, then you bent to kiss the corner of his lips. It was close enough to be playfully risky but not close enough to be unchaste.

Hvitserk licked the corner of his mouth acknowledging the faint ghost of your kiss but he kept staring ahead, making an effort to hide his true reaction, except for the inevitable scarlet blood that pumped through his face and spread evenly across his nude chest - which he obviously couldn’t help.

“Do you believe it now? You better! Because that’s all I’m giving you. The real kisses happen when the camera’s off.”

They groaned frustratedly eliciting a giggle from you.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us.” You hung an arm across Hvitserk’s shoulder to reach forward, chest pressed against his hot skin. You closed down the laptop to find him staring at you partly annoyed, partly stunned.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what? Almost kiss you, lie about us or close the computer?”

“Either one. All of them.”

You shrugged calmly. “It’s fun.”

He wrinkled his face but ended up grinning begrudgingly and shaking his head in pretend disapproval.

“See? You’re smiling again already.” You propped yourself up on his desk next to his computer, legs dangling above the ground. “Some friends you got there, though.”

“Yeah, they’re cavemen. Sorry about that.” He lounged against the back of his chair to look at you better. Unsurprisingly for you, a lollipop fell from his pocket with the motion and he bent to pick it up and set it aside next to you mindlessly. Hvitserk loved to munch or suck on sugared things often so he carried sweets and candy bars with him at all times. “What’s so urgent that you had to kill my game?”

“We have to talk about this thing you say you feel for me.”

“This thing I say I feel?” He all but scorned. “Do you doubt it?”

“Not exactly. I knew it already as you so… eloquently… let me know on prom night but... today was different.”

“What do you mean?”

“C’me on, Serk. I saw you while you were leaving the picnic. You looked pretty mad. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

Hvitserk dug his elbows on his knees while inclining his head forward, and he laughed that full laugh of his but this time dripping with irony. “Well, just because you don’t see me, it doesn't mean it never happens.”

“Oh, please.” You chuckled a low nervous sound to try and clear the air. “Don't tell me you sit around in your room sulking like that all the time.” It was an awkward conversation but it needed to happen.

“No. Maybe. Sometimes.” He conceded in the end while gawking at your swaying thick legs enveloped in the figure-hugging expensive silk pajamas that Ubbe had bought you.

“Well, I don’t want you to. You shouldn’t be this hung up on me.” You countered sadly, and then explained yourself so he’d understand your stance. “I’m not mad at you having feelings, more like... just upset that you’re having a tough and unhappy time. It’s depressing to know that you’re hurting.”

“It’s not like I can turn it off.”

“I know that, but… can you live with it? I want my friend back.”

“I’ve never left, Y/N. And I never will. I can do both things just fine.”

“What two things?”

He stayed silent but eyed you knowingly. In the end, he explained the obvious: “I can have feelings for you and still be your friend.”

“Right… It’s just… I’m afraid that you will end up resenting me… Or your brother. And I don't want that to happen. I don't want to be the reason why you two fall out.”

“Y/N, that’s not going to happen. We’ve-”

“...Yes?”

“We’ve liked the same girl before.” He looked to the side at a pile of vintage punk rock albums on his shelf.

“Really? Who? Torvi?!”

“No, not Torvi. It doesn't matter who she was…”

“And what did you do?”

“Well…” He studied your face briefly before confessing: “At first we didn't know she was having sex with the other. But after we found out, we agreed to keep dating her…”

“At the same time?”

“Yeah.”

“And she knew?”

“Yeah…”

“Wow… “

“I suppose Ubbe never told you.”

“No…” You weren't quite sure what to make of this new piece of information.

Discovering Ubbe’s past conquests through one of his brother’s indiscretions was shaping out to be a routine by now. With a frown on your forehead, you made a mental note to ask your boyfriend about it later.

Right now, the most pressing doubt you had was how come Ubbe still didn't mind Hvitserk’s feelings for you... or your inappropriately close relationship for that matter. These questions had nagged at your thoughts for a while now but you were sort of afraid of bringing up the subject and interrogating Ubbe directly.

“Well, it doesn't matter because we’re not going to share you.”

“Why not?” The words escaped you and you kicked yourself for speaking the first thing that came to mind.

Hvitserk raised his eyebrows teasingly and his lips twitched up. “Well, because I have a feeling neither you nor Ubbe want to… Besides, if I'm being completely honest, I don't want that either. It’s too… messy.” He concluded.

“Care to elaborate?” You clutched the lollipop and decided to have it for yourself.

“No… just that. If I were dating you, I wouldn’t want to share, s’all.” The low lighting in the room wasn't enough to hide the scarlet taint in his cheeks. “Though sometimes it feels as if that's what we're doing.”

“Sharing?”

“Yeah, except he gets all the sex and I get all the other bits of you.”

“The boring bits?” You pressed with an ironic smile.

“Nah, there's nothing boring about you...”

You swirled your tongue around the candy to see with slight amusement how Hvitserk twitched in his chair and glanced around the room not wanting to leave his eyes brimming with desire fixed on you. Even if - for his sake - you didn’t want him to crush on you, it felt undeniably good to make him blush.

“...but you know, the ones that don’t include spreading you open in the middle of a field and burying myself balls deep inside you.” He concluded sarcastically.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“No, you’re not.” He smiled unabashedly. “But that’s okay… You guys can do whatever you want to.”

You refrained from speaking for a bit, eyes on the floor trying to gather your thoughts. “It seems weird that Ubbe doesn't mind our friendship, don't you think?”

“I mean, he lets us be because he trusts you. He knows you love him and would never cheat on him...”

“That's still a little too trusting.”

“What are you saying?”

“I'm saying maybe he left on purpose?”

“What?”

“To see what we would do…”

“Well… not much if I know you half as well as I think I do.” He treated you to a slightly arrogant smirk.

“Maybe he wants me to see what I feel.” You mumbled to yourself and a second later your eyes widened over your lack of discretion.

“Huh?!”

“No, n-nothing.”

“Y/N... Speak!” Hvitserk slid his chair forward, cornering you in place in case you were thinking of bolting to his bed to avoid him.

“Ugh…” You pursed your lips. “After you kissed me, I told Ubbe what you did. And he asked me if I had feelings for you and I said…”

“Yes? What did you say, Y/N?” There was a hopeful twinkle in his eyes that you felt guilty for savoring.

You exhaled, not missing the way he poised his body expectantly. “Well, to be perfectly honest I said that I didn’t think I did... because kissing you... confused me. But do you think he would do something like that? Leave us here to test me… or... test us?” You frowned trying to shift the subject away from your admission of uncertainty.

“Maybe…” Hvitserk shrugged. “Or maybe he left you here with me because he really had to bolt... C’me on, Y/N! Ubbe knows that our relationship is purely platonic! It’s not the first time he lets you spend the night. So why would his intentions be any different this time?” Hvitserk tried to reason with you. “Although, I’m always down to kiss you again and confuse you some more.” His dark emerald eyes shined like two polished jewels and they gifted you a wink.

You yanked the lollipop away from your lips with a pop and you grinned at your best friend, teasing him. “Yeah, you would like that. Wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn't you?” He baited you by tilting his head back exposing his muscled ivory-white neck to you as he collected his arms above his head.

You crunched down the candy between your teeth not bothering to finish licking it and your gaze snaked up his unfurled frame; legs wide open, taut abdomen gleaming with a sheer coat of sweat, and the muscles in his chest, arms, and shoulders tensing as he outstretched.

“I know you like what you see.” He remarked with infuriating accuracy.

“I’m not going to dignify either one of those comments with an answer.” Still, you smiled. Then, you sat up from the desk but failed to remember that by standing up, his legs would just circle yours and trap you there. “Let’s just… lay down and snuggle, Serk.” Your nimble fingers made a beeline for his hair. “Let me play with your hair. I can braid it like I do sometimes, yeah?”

Enticing his cute and cuddly side with the promise of some loving physical contact usually worked when you were trying to keep his advances from becoming too upfront and sexual. You could never get him to stop flirting no matter what you did but at least he was amenable to sublimating his other impulses.

“I’m not going to that bed tonight unless I can fall asleep on these puppies.”

He rested his cheek on your bosom, arms tightly cinched around your waist and you scratched his scalp with your fingernails soothingly.

That’s the Hvitserk you remembered. You smiled because you’d missed his bratty behavior and you rolled your eyes only half-annoyed. “I don’t understand your fascination with my chest, honestly.”

“What do you mean you don’t understand? Your tits are amazing, babe. Best pillows ever.” His low voice came out in a muffle as he playfully sank his nose between them and all of a sudden, he stayed still as if your warmth and scent were all he needed to calm down and focus.

“Fine.” You mumbled weakly and shut your eyes enjoying the embrace, thinking that it wouldn’t be the first time that you let him do that.

When the lights were down in his room, it didn’t really matter how he fell asleep on you. Ubbe knew how touchy-feely his brother was and he never mentioned that you shouldn’t let him so you figured it was okay.

However, your eyes shot open at once when you felt a soft clench on the softened peak of your right breast. You gazed downward just in time to watch how Hvitserk bit your sensitive nipple, rolling it around on his teeth through your chemise.

“Serk!” You shrieked.

“Sorry.” He chuckled but there was no hint of regret in his voice whatsoever. “Couldn’t resist.”

You swatted him on his back and he inched away enough to look up at your face.

He kept beaming unashamedly while you considered that the way he made your body respond and your core pulsate some days was very far from proper. Although you would never admit that to anyone but yourself.

“You’re unbelievable!” You scolded him a little less harshly than you really ought to.

Perhaps it had been your fault for letting your friendship ever be this close and weird, but at the same time, you couldn’t regret befriending him, inappropriate playful touching or not. You longed to have Hvitserk near you brightening up your days. His luminous high-spirited presence always gave you a reason to smile.

“Come on, won’t you at least let me see them in person?” Hvitserk’s eyebrows wavered up and down sluggishly, a dreamy grin on his lips.

“No!”

“But why not? What’s the difference? May I remind you I already saw you completely naked in those pictures that you sent to Ubbe?” His hands fell down to cup your ass, melding his fingers to its shape and you wrestled him lightly, tiny little giggles escaping you as it always happened whenever you tried to get him to slide his hands up towards the safer territory of your waist again.

“For which you apologized!”

“Yeah, but I’d fuckin’ kill to see you naked again. Preferably, up close this time.” He crept his right hand to the front of your chemise to stretch it out with one insistent tug. “Just a peek, then?” Hvitserk begged for your permission uselessly since his mischievous eyes were already taking in the sight of your bare round breasts underneath the thin fabric. “Fuck. So lovely.” He praised them.

“No! Serk, don’t do that. Please?” You rebuked him weakly but your tone had changed enough for him to notice that you were truly getting uncomfortable this time.

His body vibrated as he exhaled laboriously. He closed his eyes and buried his nose on your breasts again, his forehead tight against your chest. “My bad.” His voice was obscured by his proximity to your skin because he was huffing hot breaths into your thin clothes to try and steady his breathing. Hvitserk sowed a kiss on your belly and then another, and his body went limp. And just like that, he was docile again. “I’m guessing you don’t want to help me with this either?”

“Help you with... what?”

As he laughed, his back rumbled. “Nothin.’ I’m kiddin’. Forget it, pumpkin.” He turned you around in his embrace, hands gripping your hips and he smacked a loud kiss on your ass cheek lovingly, and you didn’t have the energy to keep chastising him anymore.

A few seconds later, though, you caught his previous meaning as he stood up and you saw his unmissable arousal poking through his sweats.

“Oh, my gods!” You filled your lungs with air and looked away.

“Go lay down. I’ll be there in a few.”

You obeyed and laid down in his bed on your stomach, angling your legs up in the air behind you absently. “Where are you going?” You asked even though you suspected the answer already.

“Gotta take a shower and deal with this.”

Your frame shook with goosebumps thinking that it was the second time in the day that you had made him pleasure himself, probably.

“Otherwise, there won’t be no cuddling in that bed tonight.” Hvitserk’s brazen gaze traveled down your arched back and along the curve of your ass to settle on it as he wet his lips. He peeled his eyes away from your rear begrudgingly. “Believe me.”

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