Scotland x Reader: The Winner Takes It All (ABBA)

Scotland x Reader: The Winner Takes It All




The (e/c) eyed female, her (h/c) hair put up in a simple ponytail took in a deep breath before entering the small cafe. Her ex-boyfriend sat in the back and rose from his seat when she came closer. She put up a hand when he opened his mouth to say something.


I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play


The Scottish redhead blushed a bit at her singing voice. Alistair had always loved it, loved her. The break-up had been just a few days ago and he had asked to see her once more, because he had make such a huge mistake. She was his love, his reason to live.


The winner takes it all
The loser's standing small
Beside the victory
That's her destiny


He tried once more to apologize and beg for a new start, but her sad smile made him stop dead in his tracks, and the lone tear running down her cheek ripped his heart into tiny pieces.


I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules


Oh, how Alistair regretted it. How he regretted it to have thrown her out of their shared home. She had trusted him, everything in there except her clothes and a few things of hers, were his. He got everything. She, nearly nothing. Trusting him, being a total fool, made her weak.


The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It's simple and it's plain
Why should I complain?

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed


It never had been a game to her. Never. But he won. And she lost. What could she change about that? Cry her heart out? No, that won't change anything. So (name) was strong.


The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all


She took a deep breath and wiped away another tear rolling down her cheek. His heart broke once more at this simple gesture of hers. She had accepted her loss.


I don't wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You've come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all


She smiled sadly once again.
“Why am I here, Alistair? What do you want? Don't you already took it all?”
He cleared his throat. “I didn't. Because I did not win. We both lost, and I am so sorry about what happened, lass.”