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And Then There Were Three (2p!AmericaXReader)
Caution: Swearing and Violence
Read the rest of the People Like You series before this one (People Like You, Temporary Bliss, and The High Road)

You bent over once more, emptying the final remains of your bagel and coffee into the toilet at work. God, you hoped no one else was in here. You had been getting sick more and more over the back two months, and even more so since you had somewhat reconciled with your…boyfriend? No, that term was too formal and there wasn’t much of a romantic aspect to your relationship. Fuck buddy? That didn’t fit either; you had an emotional connection with him…but not one strong enough to actually be a relationship.
You felt worse than shit at the moment, so you didn’t think too deeply on the matter. You stood up and straightened your shirt before flushing away your breakfast and exiting the stall. You ran the faucet and splashed some gloriously cool water onto your flushed face before turning around, only coming face
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The Man Who Can't Be Moved (PrussiaXReader)
How could he have been so stupid? How could he have lost you? Gilbert cursed himself again and again as he made his way through the city streets. You had left him the day before in a fit of tears and fury after finding him in bed with an old flame of his. Elizabeta. She meant nothing to him, whereas you meant the world. And he had thrown it away, all for one hour with an ex. How unawesome of him.
He hated himself for letting you go. Your smiles, your hair, the way you danced around the kitchen while making eggs, only to screak and laugh upon realizing that you had burned them. Of course, he would laugh along with you and plant a quick, sweet kiss on your lips before resetting the fire alarm and helping you clean up the mess. He missed it, those little moments that made him love you even more.
Looking up, he saw he was at the same street corner the two of you had met at. He smiled at the memory of you running into him, scattering his groceries across the street. You had been so upset, i
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Game Night (2p!EnglandXReader)
Arthur looked at you, his baby blue eyes begging, puppy style. “Pretty please, with frosting on top?”
You rolled your eyes and tried to avoid looking at your live-in boyfriend as you worked to stay focused on the task at hand. That task…was dinner. “Arthur, no. I can’t play Candyland with you right now.”
“Why not? It’s fun!” he asked, turning up the adorable. You should have known that when he suggested you two have game nights every Wednesday that this would come up eventually.
“First, it’s a kids game. Second, I’m cooking dinner.”
“After dinner then! Come on, love, you picked the game last week!” he whines, “And besides, all games are kids games! That’s the point of game night!”
You sighed and tried to rub away the headache that was developing. “All right, fine. One round of Candyland. But that’s it,” you grumbled, but you really didn’t mind. Anything t
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The Wino And I Know (2p!FranceXReader)
You shuffled into the run-down bar, a well-loved spot known only to New Orleans locals. Your guitar case felt heavier than normal as you placed it on the ground and slid onto your bar stool. Francis glanced up from his glass of wine and grunted a greeting, and you smiled in return, dropping a handful of quarters on the counter and attempted to scrounge together enough money for a drink. Being a street performer was tough most days. You shoved your hand into your pocket and withdrew a crumpled, stained piece of lined paper and scribbled down a few more lines.
“What have you got there?” Francis asked, more out of politeness rather than actual interest, but you knew the wino better than most, so you answered the question anyways.
“A song I’m working on. But it’s not like you care much,” you replied, not looking up. Francis had been around since you could remember, but somehow you really weren’t friends, or lovers, or anything really. You just sat
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Don't Fear The Reaper (EnglandXReader)
Bloody hell. Bloody fucking hell.
These just so happened to be the only thoughts traveling through Arthur Kirkland’s mind as he stood in front of a body. His body, to be more specific. Funny, how all his life he had scoffed at the idea of an out-of-body experience, but here he was, watching the monitors beep consistently in an endless struggle to keep him from going into cardiac arrest.
He didn’t want to die, not really. While he didn’t have much to live for, as far as friends and family went, that didn’t mean he was going to just give up. After trying multiple times to re-enter his body (they all failed miserably), he determined that there must be some way to get back into his body. Swallowing the panic that undeniably went along with his current situation, Arthur left the room in search of someone who could help him.
The first doctor didn’t even stop. The second one had walked right through him. By this point, he was nearl
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The High Road (2p!AmericaXReader)
CAUTION: SWEARING AND SEX REFERANCES. Go read People Like You and Temporary Bliss first, or you'll be so lost it's not even funny
You walked home from work, mind wandering as your heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk. Of course, your mind chose to settle on a taboo subject that went by the name of Alfred F. Jones. You weren’t friends, he wasn’t your boyfriend, hell, and hell, you were barely more than strangers. To him, you were a living, breathing sex doll. One that he used whenever he couldn’t get a drunk, desperate college girl to fulfill his needs.
You had called it off about two months ago, changed your cell number, and tried to forget about your dangerous bad boy. Easier said than done, seeing as you were still head-over-heels in love with the guy (as much as you hated to admit it). The guy was probably out hitting the club scenes like normal, not even the least bit bothered by your “break up”, as if you could even call it that.
You pun
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A Simple Misunderstanding (Fem!AmericaXReader)
It was just another day at your high school. Keeping your head down, you shuffled through the hallway from your last class. It wasn’t terrible, but you were happy the day was over. You see, nobody noticed you and that’s how you liked it. Not even the teachers could remember your name. You had but one friend, and over the years you had fallen hopelessly in love with that one person.
Your only friend was a girl by the name of Amelia F. Jones.
She was your opposite in so many ways, but you completed each other. Her vibrant personality complemented your quiet, borderline introverted ways. She was constantly smiling and talking, waving her hands in the air as she told story after story about wild parties and the latest gossip, while you nodded and listened to the best of your ability. When you are around a person like that for such a long time (you had met in seventh grade, and now you were
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The Owner and The Owned (2p!AmericaXReader)
Alfred F. Jones was no hero. In fact, as a kid, he always found the villains more relatable in the cartoons, and he always rooted for them instead. They never won, because in the stereotypical good versus evil fight, good always triumphs. That never stopped him from cheering.
But you had to have a death wish if you went strolling on Axis territory without their permission. But it wasn’t his fault the most notoriously deadly gang in the city also ran the best strip clubs. The best drinks, the hottest chicks, the whole nine yards, all catering towards the wealthiest scumbags this side of the world had to offer.
He had heard rumors about what went on in there, about how the girls were abused and once they were in, they couldn't get out because of legal issues, but they had never actually been confirmed, and the cops didn’t have enough dirt to get a warrant on the place. It didn’t help that anyone who came forward to testify against them mysteriously went missing.
Not tha
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Bully (Bully!AmericaXVictim!Reader)
You stood behind stage, nervously adjusting the hem of your plaid mini skirt in anticipation for the school talent show. Briefly, you wondered if this was the right way to go, but then you remembered everything… all of those painful memories.
”Hey fatso, got some diet cake for me?”
“How on earth did someone as stupid as you get into a school like this?”
The kicks.
The slaps.
Being locked in the lockers for hours on end.

You were sick of being a victim, and you knew countless others felt the same way. That’s why this was so important. You were leading a revolution within the walls of your school: the outcasts and the less-than-popular students were rising up against the cruel words and abuse that the most popular guy in school brought upon you.
You glanced over at Matthew, who was tuning his guitar. He glanced up and smiled. “We can do this,” he reassured. “This needs to be done, and you’re the best person t
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The Light In The Back Of The Club (BTTXShy!Reader)
Music blared as people of all ages danced their hearts out and searched for a person to go home with for the night. This was your personal circle of hell. As a rather introverted person, you hate any form of interaction other than in small, carefully chosen groups.
You retreated into the depths of the club, searching desperately for a unoccupied corner to hole up in and read your book. Eventually, after retreating from more than a few make out sessions, you located a secluded corner that blocked some of the noise, taking it from deafening down to simply annoying. You sat, opening the book and turning on the attached reading light, and dove into the world of snarky wizard detectives in Chicago.
Meanwhile, at the bar, the notorious Bat Touch Trio were partaking in their nightly ritual of getting drunk and hitting on equally drunk woman in hopes of getting lucky. Each one had their own appeal: Gilbert had his dangerous, bad boy look, Francis was…Francis, he could get a woma
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Scenes From An Italian Restaurant (CanadaXReader)
You leaned back in your chair, happily munching on a breadstick while waiting for the arrival of your dinner partner. It wasn’t a date, no, your days with him were long gone, but you couldn’t wait to see him again. Sweet innocent Matthew Williams, the first man you ever loved, was going to meet up with you after three years of not seeing each other face to face.
Sure, it had been years, close to a decade even, since you broke it off, but you remained friends, good friends even. It hurt when you two broke it off, but it had been years and the hurt had cooled to acceptance, and you had moved on. It was okay, because you were happy now, working your dream job and living the life you had always wanted to live.
A chair scraped along the tile floor of the restaurant you had chosen to meet at: a little Italian hole in the wall that you had your first date with him at, owned by your mutual friend’s grandfather. It had been years since his death, and the place came into the ca
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Hearts and Cyanide (2p!EnglandXInsane!Reader)
Fastening a necklace around your neck, you prepared to yourself for the date that was going to be the most important date of your new relationship. Your boyfriend of three months, a sweetheart named Arthur Kirkland, was coming over for a romantic dinner and movie night, and you wanted to look your best.
Arthur ran a successful bakery in the city, and you had met when you were there with your former boyfriend, Ludwig. You had purchased cupcakes and befriended the eccentric owner and chef, and the friendship blossomed as he comforted you after Ludwig’s disappearance. You smiled as you smoothed out the creases in the little black dress you had donned for the occasion before you turned to a trunk in your room.
Opening the lid, you lovingly gazed upon the perfectly preserved human hearts, each in its own glass display case. Names and dates were scrawled in perfect cursive, the time range spanning years. So many hearts, your favorites being from Alfred, Feliciano,
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An Angel With A Bloody Bat 2 (2p!AmericaXReader)
You hummed along with the song, mindlessly typing in codes to compare different samples of blood found at a crime scene of a missing woman from downtown. You really hoped that you could get a match, help this woman out, let the police know who took her, anything. A positive match appeared on the screen, and with a victorious fist pump, you forwarded the information to the lead detective and rewarded yourself with a handful of M&M’s from the bowl next to your keyboard.
You shoved your rolling chair away from your desk, accidentally slamming into the legs of your coworker, Gary. You yanked the earbud from its resting position. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!”
Gary chuckled nervously, shifting the files to one arm in order to scratch the back of his head. “N-No, it’s okay, I was just bringing you some case files… A few gangsters found beaten in an alley, some of the blood didn’t match, so they sent it over.
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Temporary Bliss (2p!AmericaXReader)
This is the sequel to People Like You, so go read that first

It had been months since you had met the enigmatic Alfred F. Jones in the seedy bar your friends liked to frequent. Things had fallen into a routine of sorts. You would work, and go about life like normal. At night, if he failed to pick up some drunk skank at a bar, he would call you. You would let him in, and he would kiss you, and by the time you woke up in the morning, he was gone, no trace that he had ever been there in the first place.
At first, you greatly enjoyed this arrangement. You got some great sex with no strings attached, and he got a bed partner for the night, but unease slowly crept into your mind. On the nights he didn’t call, you wondered who he was with. You began to feel dirty, used, and worst of all, unwanted. You were his back up plan, nothing more. You hated it, hated the feelings you were getting, because you knew what they meant.
You had fallen in love with him.
It was n
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The Occupants of 221C (EnglandXReader)
It had been three years. Three years since Sherlock Holmes took a swan dive of the top of St. Barts. Three years since John Watson sank into a terrible depression in a response. Three years since you and your husband Arthur moved into 221c Baker Street to help him cope with day to day life without his dearest friend.
His limp had returned, he barely left the apartment, and sometimes you heard him muttering to an unseen person Arthur assumed was a manifestation his mind had conjured up as a way to cope with his grief. Poor Mrs. Hudson was constantly fretting over the bags under his eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks, and you couldn’t blame her at all. John Watson was the mere shell of the man he once was, the man Sherlock Holmes had helped make him.
Arthur was a profiler for Scotland Yard, which was incidentally how the two of you met, and how he knew and became somewhat-friends with Sherlock. You smiled as you remembered the day. You had been mugged, and Arthur was assigned yo
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You're Not Alone

“Sometimes we lay aside our own troubles when we wipe away another's tears.”
By techgnotic
Is no longer alone
his life is not easy; a winding, sometimes whimsical, sometimes tragic journey that ultimately finds terminus in the same common destination for each of us. No matter the brave, fierce constructs we build and serve that would have us believe we are each one of us all alone as we make this journey, we make our way toward the end of all things side-by-side in our community of the living each day defying death.  Our paths may be wildly divergent—the way of the hungry and impoverished traveling the same timeline with the grotesquely indulgent, the very best of us side-by-side with the most evil of us; but all headed for the same fate: dust. Eve
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Just A Stranger By the Sea
I'm already so far gone
So don't let go
Because if you don't have a hold on me
I will hit that lowest of lows
You step first
Because I can't lead
My heart's ready to burst
And I can hardly see
I was on the edge
Fully prepared to jump
A gust of wind could've been my downfall
I could've been ended with the slightest bump
My wrists, slashed and bloodied and torn
Is what you got a firm hold on
My spirit lost and broken and forlorn
Is what you vowed to never give up on
On that bridge I would have died
Just a stranger by the sea
Not aware of all you've done
You took my hand and saved me
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Don't Worry: 2p!America x Stressed!Reader
WARNING: I swear once.
“What’s wrong, _____?” Al asked you as you flopped tiredly on your couch, not even caring that he had showed up in your home, touching and breaking who knows what.
With a groan you rolled your neck, trying to get out the kinks, “Life.”
“That’s no real answer.” he said, sounding slightly concerned, which was big for him,
You just remained flat on the couch, trying to get the aches and pains that came with stress out of your system. “Come on,” he said, poking you lightly in the stomach, “tell me.”
“School’s a mess, people are breathing down my neck, not to mention my parents, I’m having trouble paying rent, and things are just piling up.” you said, listing off the top problems on your Everest sized pile.
Al opened a beer, the sound washing over you and making you think of summer and relaxation, “So?”
“So I have issues.”
He nodded, taking a big g
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So...hi. I really don't know what to put here. I'm moriartyssniper, but you can call me Moran. I read too much and I write crappy fanfiction that somehow ends up (somewhat) popular.

Who would have thought?

Anyways, I am sarcastic, annoying, and I really don't care what people think of me. That just about sums it up.

And for the first time in a very long time, I actually have friends in the real world. However, only two are on deviantart.

:icon666kurai: ...must be one of the most hard-core goths I know, is willing to put up with me an my strange mind, and is an all around awesome person to be friends with! (She writes wonderful reader inserts by the way)

:iconshadehedgie77: is another friend of mine. We met through the wonderful world of Transformers (we happened to be wearing the same t-shirt on the same day) and thats all you need to know. By far is the greatest artist I know!


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Meetra-Scarlette Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I haven't been on here in ages so I just thought I'd pop by and say hello, old friend. n.n Hope all is well!!
Meetra-Scarlette Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I just got on here for the first time in like forever and i don't know how long it's been since you last logged on or how long it's going to be before you see this, if ever, so I just wanted to say hi and I miss you because you were one of my best friends on here. And thank you for being you because you helped me through a dark time
and I don't know if things are still spiraling but I'm here for you and I believe in you!! :heart:
moriartyssniper Featured By Owner Apr 22, 2015
Hello. Ironically, we both had the same idea, it looks like. I check in every so often, and this message absolutely made my night. I've missed talking to you and I'm glad I was able to help, and you helped me too. Things are so much better than when I left, and I hope things are doing just fine for you as well!
Meetra-Scarlette Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
That's great!! :D I'm so glad things are better! And things are going pretty well me right my. My college is kind of dumb so I'm missing graduation next month by like one class, but I'll just go back to take it next spring since that's the only time they offer it. And I think it might please you to know that my boyfriend is a newly-made Whovian, courtesy of myself. I'm still working on getting him to watch Sherlock, though...
moriartyssniper Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2015
That's a bummer about your college, but in the meantime everything seems to be going pretty well for you! Good job on getting your boyfriend into Doctor Who, how far is he in the show? I've fallen so far behind it's almost painful! And Sherlock is another good show, but baby steps. Too much can overwhelm a newly-minted tv nerd.
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GydroZMaa Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch~
CIChantea Featured By Owner Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer

thought I should tell you: I posted the poem I told you about! (that goes with Don't Fear the Reaper)  it's called "[In The Land Of The Living] A Familiar Face" if you go  to my gallery, it'll be under poetry. you shouldn't have to look very hard xD

>Venus the Demon Hound (officially)

moriartyssniper Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013
I saw it!
CIChantea Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Yay!! Did you like it?
moriartyssniper Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2013
I did, very much!
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