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Over and Over: Part 1
ScotlandxReader
Request for Lopka

You looked over the heads of everyone at the bar, trying to locate the man who had just announced that the band that had just been playing, Celtic Faerie, would be taking a quick break. Said man was the lead singer of the band. And he had been fantastic.

He had been absolutely amazing. Words couldn't even describe the emotion held in his dazzling emerald eyes, let alone his voice. You had been waiting for him to take a break so you could request him to sing your favorite song, Over and Over by Three Days Grace.

Finally spotting the fiery red hair of the man, you rushed over, pushing through the crowds surrounding him. You were near the front of the crowd when someone pushed you forward, and straight into the unsuspecting man.

"Oi!" he snapped at the crowd, "Back off a bit. I'm trying to drink," the man grumbled in a distinctly Scottish voice. The crowd dispersed, but you remained, still hoping to ask the man your question. He seemed to be slightly annoyed by your presence as he sank lower over his drink. "And what do you want, lass?"

You jumped when he spoke to you, no matter how much calmer his voice had sounded. "I- I was wondering..." you trailed off, nervous now that you were actually talking to the Scottish man, "I was wondering if you'd- If it wouldn't be too much trouble, that is- if you could sing Over and Over? By Three Days Grace?"

His green eyes raised from his glass of whiskey and locked with your own (e/c) ones. "I know it," he informed you, raising a brow, "I'm just curious why you're the one requesting it. I didn't think nice looking girls like you listened to that sort of music."

Your hands planted themselves on your hips and you huffed, "I'll listen to any sort of music I like!"

"Alright," he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender, "I'll sing it." You cheered inside. "One one condition." You died inside.

Letting out a groan that would have offended any blue whale within hearing distance you looked at him, (e/c) eyes wide in a kicked puppy look. "What?" you grumbled.

A wicked smirk smeared over his face, "You sing it with me."

Your kicked puppy was now shocked. Very, very shocked. "But- but!" you stuttered, trying to come up with a plausible reason not to sing it.

The Scottish man now stood and turned you towards the stage, "But nothing," he told you as he planted his large hands on your shoulders and began to push, "You know all the words?"

"Ye- yes, but-"

You reached the steps that lead you onto the decently-sized wooden structure, "Then you sing!" You were on the stage, everyone in the crowd below staring at you, as were the boys on stage with you. "Alright, gents and lasses," the redhead shouted to the crowd through the microphone, "I have a special little treat for all of you. See this girl here?" he gestured towards your frozen figure and everyone murmured a bit before the man on the mic continued, "Well this lass..." he trailed off and leaned closer to you, holding the microphone a bit away from him, "Eh. I'm sorry lass," he told you, "I never caught you name." The crowd laughed a bit as you managed to sputter out your name.

"Right!" he grinned to the crowd, "This lass here, (F/n)- Hi (F/n), I'm Allistor," his grinned turned cheesy as he looked back at you, earning another quiet chuckle from the people watching the stage, "She asked me if I could sing a song. So, I will, but I want her to sing it with me! So, be prepared to be amazed!" He set the mic back in its stand and whispered to the guitar player his plan. The blonde grinned and told the rest of the band.

As soon as they queued up the song you knew you were doomed. Allistor started singing first, allowing you time to relax as his green eyes stared at you. His hands held the mic stand lightly as he sang, mouth pressed close to the microphone.

"I feel it everyday it's all the same,
It brings me down but I'm the one to blame,
I've tried everything to get away!"

His hands clutched the stand tighter and you approached the second mic, preparing to sing.

"So here I go again,
Chasing you down again,
Why do I do this?"

You joined him for every other line in the chorus, amplifying the sound.

"Over and over, over and over,
I fall for you,
Over and over, over and over,
I try not to!"

Allistor glanced over at you, as if to confirm that you'd be singing the next verse.

"It feels like everyday stays the same,
It's dragging me down and I can't pull away!"

You saw the Scotsman smirk at you from the corner of your eye as his harmonized the next bit with you.

"So here I go again,
Chasing you down again,
Why do I do this?"

He wove through the chorus as you did with him previously, grinning at you the whole time.

"Over and over, over and over,
I fall for you,
Over and over, over and over,
I try not to!
Over and over, over and over,
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over,
You don't even try!"

Allistor stepped back, giving you the whole stage, but you didn't even notice. You were just singing. No one was around you, no one could hear you, and no one could judge you. This song told a story, and you were going to tell it right.

"So many thoughts that I can't get out of my head,
I try to live without you, every time I do I feel dead,
I know what's best for me,
But I want you instead,
I'll keep on wasting all my time!"

As you let the note fade, the music silenced for a moment, immediately picking back up with the chorus. You let Allistor have this part while you came down a bit from your adrenaline rush.

"Over and over, over and over,
I fall for you,
Over and over, over and over,
I try not to!
Over and over, over and over,
You make me fall for you
Over and over, over and over,
You don't even try to!"

The final note faded into oblivion and you stood for a moment, dazed, as Allistor came up beside you with the mic in hand.

"Alright! Thanks everybody! But I'll be taking my leave now! Enjoy the rest of your night and drink a pint for me!"

The crowds cheered for him. For both of you. For you. You felt Allistor's strong arm wrap around your sweaty waist and he tugged you down the stage, then out of the bar. The cool night air in the parking lot calmed your hyped up nerves but chilled you. You raised a hand to wipe the sweat from your brow as Allistor's arm dropped from your side and he sat down on the curb, pulling out a cigar and lighter. He seemed to notice the face you made as you sat beside him, however, and placed them back in his pocket, chuckling.

"I like you, lass. You should hang around me more often. Maybe," he sighed, lightly placing an arm over your now shivering shoulders, "you could join the band."

You raised your eyebrows at the thought and allowed Allistor to rest your head on his shoulder. "That could be a good idea," you piped up, not even noticing what was going on while you thought of joining the band.

Allistor chuckled and stroked your (h/l) (h/c) hair. "Yes. Yes it could be."

Leaning closer to him, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around his waist, "You guys need a girl," you mused more to yourself then the redhead who was gently running the hand closest to you through your hair, while the other made small adjustments that placed you in his lap without you even noticing.

"That we do, lassie. That we do," he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against your soft (h/c) locks.

"But," you started, pulling away from him a bit so you could face him. He pouted that you had left him, but let out a rumbling laugh after you finished your thought, "how big would my share of the pay be?"

His deep laugh quieted down a bit and he looked at you, his green eyes sparkling. "As large as you want."

You hummed, "Really?" He nodded. "OK. Then I could already tell you my fee."

He cocked a brow, "Aye?"

You leaned in closer and planted a ghost of a kiss on his lips before pulling away, Allistor leaning forward to catch your lips on his again. "That's not a very steep price, how about I make an offer that works for both of us," he murmured before crashing his lips upon yours again, weaving his fingers through your hair and not letting go. Your arms wrapped around his neck and the two of you continued to kiss like this for a while, before you had to pull apart for air.

"Yeah," you panted, resting your forehead against him and mirroring his grin, "I think I can accept that offer."

So this was a request for :iconlopka: . Hope you like it! I did! And I like that song~
Part 2: [link]
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:iconvengefulamber: :iconsaysplz: Hey! No smoking! Bad!
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O.o .... :iconovariesplz:

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I LOVE SCOTTIE!!!
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Well, obviously. Who doesn't?
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My friend... :icondamnplz:
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Madness.
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:iconblushplz: omg i love it and :iconsexyscotland2plz: is hot both really and i the story!!!! :iconiloveitplz:
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Thank you!
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