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ozzy osbourne - queen of disaster

"you're the bad boy that i always dreamed of.
you're the king and baby i'm the queen of, disaster."

i still had my bag of luggage, and the jet-lagged bags under my eyes as kat lead me down the streets of aston, birmingham. she was familiar with this town, and she blended in, but i stuck out like a sore thumb. my clothing was incredibly out of place, it seemed, to all those around us.

"so, roomie, how's about we hit the town tonight? i wanna give you the grand tour of aston. well, that is the infamous clubs and people who frequent them." she giddily said, i sighed in response.

"i don't know cat, i'm fuckin tired."

"c'mon! your room is all sorted, and i'll help you unpack! then you can take a long ass nap." she replied, taking my hand and pulling me down the wet cobblestone streets to her flat. i hurried along, pulling my suitcase. when we arrived, i collapsed onto the couch. 

a couple of hours later, i was awoken by kat. the sun had started setting, and i rubbed my eyes. 

"get up! i need to doll you up before we hit the town." she spoke, grabbing my hand and pulling me into her room. 

after she finished with the makeup, she dressed me up in a black velvet dress with black heels, her with the same style, but colors reversed (kat wearing white). hand in hand, we walked down the same cobblestone streets we had earlier on in the day. i was slightly shivering due to the cold, clutching my arms and my purse close to my chest. 

we soon neared a small venue, a bar and club that had the faint sound of guitar echoing toward us. kat grinned at me as we got closer. i clung onto her arm as we entered, nervously darting my eyes around. the band hadn't come out yet, so for the time being, a DJ was playing some rock n roll records, and people were mingling at the bar.

"i'm gonna get us some pints!" kat stated as i sat down on a bar stool. i nodded, crossing one leg over the other and putting my arms on the bar. she returned with the pints as the band was setting up on stage. they had long hair, and wore rad clothes. 

"who is he?" i asked kat, pointing at the man with silky brown hair and dark jeans.

"oh, thats ozzy. he's kind of the town's celebrity. not all in good ways, and the band; that's black sabbath. i've never really heard anything quite like them." she replied, smiling up at the stage, but not at ozzy, at the man with long curly hair beside him.

"what do you mean by that?"

"just wait and see for yourself."

the heavy music started building up, and the guitar riffs and banging of the drums mixed with ozzy's powerful voice made for an amazing cocktail of noise. at this point, kat and i were in the front by the stage, dancing our asses off and passing a spliff between the two of us. well, it wasn't really dancing, it was more moving and swaying our bodies while banging our heads to the beat. nonetheless, we were rocking out.  

after the band finished up, i made my way back to the bar, collapsing into the stool. from the corner of my eye, i saw kat standing in front of the man from before-- the one with the long, curly hair. 

"looks like someone's getting laid tonight." i heard a voice from beside me. turning, i locked eyes with the long-haired man i was told was ozzy. i let out a laugh, turning back to kat and seeing her exit the club, pulling the man behind her.

"that makes one of us." i replied, swiveling the barstool around so i was facing the bar. "a pint of guinness, please." the beer was poured into a glass and i took a drink.

"i haven't seen you around here before; you new in town?" the thick birmingham accent spoke once more.

"am i that transparent?" i joked, my american accent sounding more and more out of place. i saw a smirk growing on his face under the dim light. 

"you wanna get out of this shithole?" he asked, turning to me.

"the town or this club in particular?" i shot back, teasingly. she replied with a deep laugh.

"this club."

"i'd be honored, mr..."

"osbourne."

"i'd love to, mr. osbourne."

thirty minutes later, i had no idea how we had gotten to where we were, but ozzy and i were laughing our asses off; stoned out of our minds, and dancing to no music in particular. all of a sudden, ozzy stopped, turning to lock eyes with me. my glossy eyes met his and slowly made their way to his lips. i ran my tongue over my lips nervously. all at once, we crashed our lips together, moving in sync. we collapsed onto the grass of the park-- a tangle of limbs. 

ozzy had my face cupped in his hands, and i was straddling his chest. in retrospect, my head was cloudy, so i forgot for a second that we were in public. i snapped back to reality when a gust of wind whooshed past us, and my exposed leg became dotted with goosebumps; his hand then running up and down my thigh.

"ozzy... we-- we shouldn't be doing this. we're in public." i nervously bit my lip as i looked down at him, his long brown locks falling perfectly around his face. he flipped me over, now looking down at me.

"c'mon, y/n-- let's be bad."

i bit my lip, finding it hard to resist his deep birmingham accent and undeniable charm.

"oh, fuck it."

should i make a pt. 2? like with a continuation of their story and shit? let me know xx