maybe i should have been an astronaut

A Broken Warrior

Modern AU 
Soldier Ivar x Reader
A Broken Warrior: One-shot, 10,759 words.
(Treat yourself to a glass of wine while reading this. Or two. It really is that long. One day I will learn my lesson. One day…)
Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Amputation. Very, very mild descriptions of sexual intercourse. 
All of the Heathen Army’s amazing Modern AU Ivar fics inspired me to go in all out and write a one-shot for two of my favourite things - Ivar and uniforms!
It was meant to be a little fluff fic, then it progressed onto a medium angst fic but in the end it just ended up being a big, old mess of hurt/comfort because I just can’t quit. It’s ended up being REALLY long so I hope it isn’t too difficult to follow. I realised about 2/3rds of the way through that this should have been a series but I couldn’t bring myself to start again since I have Healing Hands to finish. 


As a little girl, you never knew what kind of man you’d end up loving when you grew up. Sometimes you imagined being the wife of a doctor, or maybe the wild, leather-wearing lover of rock star. Occasionally, you even saw yourself marrying an astronaut or even becoming the glamorous girlfriend of a famous football player. The one thing you’d never imagined was falling head over heels for a soldier but that was exactly what happened when Ivar Lothbrok walked into your empty bar on a quiet Tuesday afternoon.

As a student in a big city, you knew that you had to get a part-time job to help yourself through college. Back in your own home town, your parents had owned a local diner so the logical option was to seek employment as a waitress. It wasn’t difficult to find work tending tables in a place that had both a university and a military base so soon enough, you started working at a local watering hole. It didn’t take very long for you to get a promotion to a bartender and after a few weeks of training, your manager felt comfortable enough to leave you alone on quiet week nights. It was during one of these slow weekdays that a group of three men and two women crashed through the doors, laughing cheerfully as they collapsed into a booth at the back of the bar.


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Prompt: “Well, aren’t you cute.”

Character: Chris Beck

Warning: N/A


“Well, aren’t you cute.” Your cheeks were warm as was the rest of your body by the time the speaker was leaning against the bar besides you and you suddenly found your drink increasingly interesting…you’d never been very good at taking compliments or being able to handle people’s advances even when they were wanted. 

“T-thank you…” Your voice was always quiet, quiet as a mouse your mum had always said. Usually that put people off, but no, Chris Beck thought you were absolutely adorable and the fact you were so shy just added to that. 

You knew who he was of course, you both went to University together…he was one of the most attractive men you’d had the pleasure of being sat near in a lecture hall and that hadn’t changed one bit in the 3 years you’d known him…not that you ever talked to him, far too shy to do that. 

“I don’t bite you know…unless you want me to..” He liked teasing you, harmlessly of course, but he really did love the way you ducked your head, and sometimes the wide eyed look you’d get when he got a little too provocative. 

“Maybe I want you too…” But he wasn’t expecting that and neither were you. It had you gulping down your drinking regretting ever letting your mouth open. ‘Why did I say that? Oh my god, why did I say that?!’ 

“Guess I should finally ask you on that date then, huh?” 

“What?”

“You, me, dinner…maybe i’ll bite you, maybe I won’t…” The teasing smile was still there, the crinkle around his eyes, the shine to them…but he was serious. He’d been meaning to ask you to dinner since the first week of University…and he never had…

“Uh…sure…uh…” You weren’t entirely sure what to say, what to do, or what was even going on…you’d made a terrible comment that should have had him running and instead the would-be astronaut was just grinning at you like he’d won the lottery.

“Friday, 7 o’clock i’ll meet you at your dorm” 

coldplayeryoutubeloverfandommess  asked:

Ideal professions for each sign

Aries: something to do with music or sports

Taurus: any kind of designer (fashion, architect, etc)

Gemini: a lawyer, maybe two lawyers who knows

Cancer: acting (all those tears will pay off tbh)

Leo: someone who is in charge of others

Virgo: you’re perfect follow your heart be an astronaut or master a bunch of languages

Libra: a spokesperson or tv show host 

Scorpio: be a detective, join the CIA (don’t trust anyone)

Sagittarius: either a comedian or any job where you aren’t stuck

Capricorn: a doctor or maybe someone who works behind the scenes at some company to keep everything in order idk you guys can do anything

Aquarius: someone who starts up a humanitarian group and makes some change 

Pisces: an artist (I feel so cliche saying that but its true)

this isn’t as serious as it should have been I’m sorry, but thank you for the request!