imagines can be requested.
characters:
- Grant Gustin
- Barry Allen
- Peter Parker
- Tom Holland
- Harrison Osterfield
- Asa Butterfield
- Jacob Portman
- Cisco Ramon
- Caitlin Snow
- Iris West
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Slimming down my dress, I breathed in and out, before pacing back and forth backstage. Musical notes were playing in the background as I waited for my turn. Nerves were going through my body, as I checked my reflection in the mirror beforehand. I needed this performance to be perfect, or else I wouldn't gain their trust.
"And now, please welcome, Miss Y/n Y/l/n!"
With a last deep breath, I walked up the stairs, my heels clinking with every step. The lights were on me, as I headed straight to the microphone, looking out onto the crowd. Shifting my dress, I checked my thigh for my secret gun strapped onto it as I smiled and motioned for the pianist to start playing. The first notes of Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes.
"She's got a bad reputation She takes the long way home. And all of my friends seen her naked Or so the story goes. Mistakes we all make them But they won't let it go, no. Cause she's got a bad reputation But I know what they don't, hmm."
With a breath, I immediately changed notes, the audience becoming shocked as I continued to sing a song that had been requested for me.
"And I don't care what they say about you baby They don't know what you've been through Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady Let me see what's underneath, all I need is you."
As I continued the song, I grabbed the microphone, walking around the stage as I watched their faces, their eyes watching my every move. My heels allowed me to move around a little softer as I kept going, my eyes landing on a group of unfamiliar people in the back. As I kept looking at them I realized who they were, my voice never stopping, as I finished the song strong.
Clapping was heard through the bar as I walked off the stage and headed to the back, asking immediately for a drink. My elbows perched on the bar, the group that I had been watching neared me, each of them perching themselves on the bar next to me.
"I'm not here for any trouble, and I'm certainly not here to give you guys any fun."
One of them chuckled as the bartender handed me my drink. Slipping off the gloves from my hands, I twirled the ring on my pointer finger, accidentally slipping over the scar on my wrist.
"We need to talk."
Turning to the group, I groaned before walking backstage with my drink, them following close behind. A door was open close by, as I realized it was soundproof. With my drink perched in my hand, I walked inside the room, the group following behind as I closed the door, put my drink on the table and pulled my gun from my thigh holster.
