APH Reader Insert - Scotland - A GiftAPH Reader Insert - Scotland - A Gift4 years ago in Short Stories
Another one! Another phone call! You were sick of these phone calls from the local tavern telling you to come and pick up a drunken Scotland. But each time you got one you still went to pick him up and that included this time as well. You walked furiously down the road to the tavern, what caused you to go to him, was it because you were his friend and you felt obliged to go get him, or was it, something else?
You pried open the door to the tavern, the door was infamous for being a pain to open, you'd become quite acquainted with it over time. There was even a little hole in the right hand side of the door, which you gave it from kicking it open. You slowly walked over to Scotland and put your hands on your hip, "well, well, well, what do we have here? It looks like a guy who can't seem to control himself, to me."
"Ding, ding, ding! We've got ourselves a winner!" The bartender said, "You're going to drink all the alcohol in this tavern one of these days!" he said, shaking hi
Dual Purpose: Scotland x ReaderSCOTLAND X READER: DUAL PURPOSEDual Purpose: Scotland x Reader4 years ago in Short Stories
The waiting room was freezing cold. A handful of people were huddled in a corner like Eskimos round a fire, bundled up with heavy jackets and wool shawls. Another couple were hunched over in their chairs, asleep. All were silent, breathing, and barely existing.
A trembling mass of fabric was curled up on one of the seats. It was sniffling and a red nose tip poked out of one of the folds. Suddenly, the whole bundle shot up. The blushing nose tip was now accompanied by rosy cheeks and red rimmed eyes.
(Name) coughed into the sleeve of her oversized, deep garnet army overcoat. The sound jerked the man a row before her awake and he glared at her before turning away. She sunk into the warmth of the coat. Her feet marched her through the row where her seat was, over and over. Every step was echoed by the soft squeak of her boots and her coughs.
"Will you please sit?" the man she'd awoken grumbled.
She mumbled an apology and reclaimed her seat. Bo
Scotland x Shy reader - Playing gamesYour eyes went wide, body freezing where it was. ‘They have to be kidding me!’Scotland x Shy reader - Playing games3 years ago in General Fiction
_____ was reasonably new to the school and usually hung out with Arthur Kirkland, Mathew Williams and Alfred Jones. For someone so new and quiet she was very popular, just not in the way you would expect. Everyone loved the kind, cheerful girl and would often go to chat with her, or sit with her when they had nowhere to go or felt a bit lonely, knowing that she was warm and welcoming.
But that didn’t make her any less shy than she was. In fact the first time she met Arthur, the class grades student council rep she didn’t say a word for the first two hours!
This brings us back to now.
“Students you will be paired up with a senior for the next week for your assignment, you are to learn about them and join with them in their weekly activities starting today. Both the seniors and you will be giving in a report at the beginning of next week so I expect you to do your best and work co
Scotland X Reader: I'm A BelieverI thought love wasScotland X Reader: I'm A Believer2 years ago in General Fiction
Only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else
But not for me
Love was out to get to me
That's the way it seems
All my dreams
Alistair Kirkland was not quite the optimist people commonly mistook him for. General opinion saw him as a dreamer, never truly getting to know the story behind his mischievous green eyes and his bright copper locks. Most assumed that he was a flirt, someone who could have nearly any girl he tried for. This belief, this rumour, was far from the truth.
Alistair had a lot of problems when it came to love. The man had an unlimited amount of charm to him, one that many women seemed to find appealing. In his time on Earth, he had escorted many young ladies to and fro, all of whom were extremely gratefully to him, but their feelings were always devoted to another.
Nobody wanted a man whose biggest pass-times were smoking, drinking, and flirting.
Scotland x ChubbyReader! Part 1Soft clattering of glass cups being placed on ceramic coasters, echoed through the room, with equally cheap talk that followed. The shop was filled with the smell of coffee and cigarettes, which wafted through the tiny cafe and mixed in with the native Irish air, eyes red and squinting from the billowing smoke that stung all in its wake.Scotland x ChubbyReader! Part 13 years ago in Short Stories
You ran your hands through your (h/c) as you glanced at the cup of (f/d) on the counter in front of you, many people curiously stared when you had walked in. You ignored it. Your once unmarred face was littered with bruises. And on your lips, both of your eyes were black, along with one on your nose and left cheek. You winced slightly as you shifted to sit straighter in your seat, instead of slumping.
Honestly, you felt too tired to care and slumped once again, before picking up your glass and downing the drink. The waiter had a look of worry on her face and handed you some ice wrapped in a cloth, you bit your lip and lightly lifted it off the counter,
Scotland x Reader - After Hours DrinksYou, Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis stumbled down your street, singing loudly and ignoring the shouts to shut up. You three had just finished with work, then happy hour, and the Bad Touch Trio were kind enough to walk you home.Scotland x Reader - After Hours Drinks4 years ago in Short Stories
"WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENDS AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TILL THE END!" You three sang or screamed. Then you turned and pointed at Gilbert and he air guitared the rest. Antonio and Francis suddenly got a devilish look when you reached your front yard. They stood on either side of you and kissed your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth. You were much to soused to notice, but some one did.
"YOU BE GETTIN OF ME LAWN AN ME GIRL!" came a loud Scottish shout. Allitster marched down the lawn and scooped you up, carrying you back to the house. The trio of course followed in the house, as Allister was to busy with you to stop them. He set you on the couch then turned to the grinning trio.
"You know, there are three of us, one of you and one of her," he s
Scotland x Reader: Whiskey, Bickering and JealousyScotland x Reader: Whiskey, Bickering and Jealousy2 years ago in General Fiction
“I put on a show, now I make it
You say I'm a kid, my ego is big
I don't give a shit
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue and I'll know you
Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you” – Moves like Jagger, Maroon 5
Maybe he was a masochist.
He knocked on the wooden door.
Allistor remembered the last hour he had spent with the owner of the house in question.
“So that’s what you call running? My grandfather would do better than you.”
They had been training for the last few hours, since Alfred's newest idea to beat the Axis was to do the exact same training they had. Sometimes, the Scotsman wanted to beat Arthur to a bloody pulp, since he was the one that had created that idiot. Most of the time, he was content with just rubbing his temples to ward off the always near headache. He was always in pain, or annoyed, when the matter pertained to any of his brothers.
He sighed, but sped up his pace.
“Your grandfather is dead.” He