Little angelfuck
It's a shame that luck isn't better, babe
Did you like the fun
Did you like the times that I promised you
[oc x kirk hammett]
[smut, profanity, drug use, rock n roll]
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"Fucking hell!" I yelled, grabbing my head from my hangover. I heard the faint sound of Black Sabbath playing, wondering how Ozzy ever put up with a far crazier lifestyle than me.
"There's aspirin on your nightstand," Don yelled from his room. I hated having thin walls. Each of us could hear everything going on in out shitty apartment, but it was better than the streets. Yeah, maybe the ceiling was leaking in places and the fridge was louder than most of our music, but it was home. I turned my head to see the glass of water and aspirin indeed there on my nightstand, and rubbed what was left of my makeup off with my hand.
"We gotta leave in less than an hour Astra, so do whatcha gotta do." Don said from outside my door, reminding me of what I was too wasted last night to remember.
"Shit, why?" I quickly swallowed the pill and looked through the clothes scattered on my floor for what to wear.
"Metallica. Rehearsing. Tour." Charlie yelled from wherever he was, sick of our yelling back and fourth and probably also hungover.
I grabbed some leather pants and an Ozzy shirt, fitting, and finally left my room planning to get a quick shower before getting ready. As soon as my door opened, I was hit with the smell of grilled cheese.
"Oh. My. God. Please tell me you made one for me." I approached Charlie who was cooking. He smiled and gestured to the platter of grilled cheese sandwiches, turning back to his craft. When I tell you, you haven't lived until you've had one of Charlie's grilled cheese sandwiches, I meant it. "My darling!" I kissed his cheek and skipped off to the shower. None of us ever showered without music, and I was thankful Charlie was already cooking to Black Sabbath. We always had something playing, and I'm thankful Don didn't get to it first and play one of his weird obscure rock cassettes in german or russian.
I slipped out of my uncomfortable outfit still on from last night, and into the hot shower. I sucked in air through my clenched teeth as I tried to find the perfect temperature. I've never been able to find it, it was always a hint too hot or too cold, so I'd just try my best not to think about it. Today was the same. I let the water run down my body and Fairies Wear Boots started echoing through the bathroom.
"Ber bader bader derrr," I sang repeatedly along to the guitar riff. Charlie always joked how I was the only person he ever knew who sang the guitar instead of the lyrics in the shower. Even Don would sing along to Ozzy. To be fair, Don had a killer voice and was always on backups for a reason. We promised to let him have one of his own songs on the next album.
