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Deadpool and Juliet (Part 2/?) (Deadpool/Spiderman x reader)

Part 1

“(Y/N), open the door!”

“Go away, dad!”

“(Y/N), come on, this doesn’t have to be a fight!” came a new voice from the other side of the door that boomed even louder than Tony’s.

“Oh my god, you got Steve?” you yelled back into the room.  “You are such a loser!”

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name:  aisu
birthday:  April 5th
zodiac:  Aries
height:  5′1″
sexual orientation:  asexual 
favorite color:  fifty shades of Sephiroth 
favorite book:  Captive Prince by C.S Pacat
favorite artists / bands:  No preference
last movie I watched:  X men ‘ Days of Future Past ‘
hogwarts house:  Hufflepuff
random fact:  Y’all only need to offer me pork belly to sweep me off my feet
when did you create your blog?:  I think two years ago or so? It’s been a long time. LOL
do you have any other blogs?:  Massive 8′)
what made you decide to get a tumblr?: I was looking elsewhere after the forum I was roleplaying in died a little. I used to roleplay in the fanfiction forums before I decided to get a blog for a character on tumblr after I came across some roleplay blogs.
do you get asks on a daily basis?:  Not nowadays. I’m like a waffle gone and restocked periodically.
why did you choose your URL?:  He is Sephiroth and I’m not very creative-

TAGGED BY:  stolen by @xkuja
TAGGING:  Steal from me, y’all.


Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OC
Words: 1392
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: The reader is from a very wealthy family, but left the life long ago. She, Dean, and Sam return to go to her cousin’s wedding and she’s reminded that she made the right decision.

“Y/N, do we really have to go?” Dean whined from the main room, getting dressed in his suit.

           “Yes, you do,” you said.

           “Why are you making me go?” Sam whined as well, “Dean’s your boyfriend. He should be the only one to suffer.”

           “I am making you go for moral support for the poor sap,” you giggled, “Besides, I need both of my guys to get through this one.”

           “You’re scaring me a little bit, Babe,” Dean said.

           “Well, you don’t know my family,” you said, slipping into the light pink dress. You hair was curled as perfectly as you could get it, and you were pleased with how you had done your make-up. You had to look good for your cousin’s wedding. Your entire family would be staring at you to see if they could find a flaw.

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