I made it to the cafe, wearing a casual outfit. I was wearing a plain (f/c) T-shirt, a black skirt, ripped black tights, a (2/f/c) sip up jacket, and a charm bracelet. I walked into the cafe, and flattened my skirt. I walked up to the little stage, and adjusted the microphone.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, boy and girls. My name is (y/n) (l/n), but I'm also known as Suicidal Anonymous. I will be singing one of my popular songs, Partners in Crime. Without further adieu, let's begin!" I said.
"You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part,
They'll calk our crimes a work of art
You'll never take us alive
We'll live like spoiled royalty,
Lovers and partners
Partners in crime
Partners in crime
This the tale of reckless love
Living a life of crime on the run
A brush to a gun, to paint these states green and red
Everybody freeze, nobody move
Put the money in the bag, or we will shoot
Empty out the vault
And me and my doll will be on our way
Our paper faces flood the streets
And if the heat comes close enough to burn
Then we'll play with fire cause
You'll never take us alive
We swore that death will do us part
They'll call our crimes a work of art
YOU ARE READING
Reset - Mystreet Aaron x Werewolf!Reader
Fanfiction(Y/n), now 26 years old, is moving to Mystreet with her boyfriend. She lived out her dreams, and became an anonymous singer under the name Suicidal Anonymous. She hopes for a better life, but some wishes are too much to ask for.
