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P!Hanoi Rocks x Reader

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Title: “Could Have Better Days”

Summary: Sucks to be stuck inside one nasty gloomy day instead of complaining about not going out or whatsoever. You and your boyfriends decide to spice things up with a game of ‘Never have I Ever’.

Parings: Michael monroe x Reader, Andy Mccoy x Reader, Nasty (Jan) x Reader, Sami yaffa x Reader, Razzle Dingley x Reader.

Word count: How do you count words. I don’t have the patience.

Warning: Alcohol, misspelling (youch..), Drinking, Weird questions, It’s Never Have I Ever, whatcha expect??, Crack Energy, One, maybe two, gets drunk, weed, cigs, any gender of your choice, cussing, Poly.

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Who know you would allegedly be dating those weird boys from Hanoi rocks?? How did this even happen?? Well that’s a question only you, can answer.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:45AM

The gloomiest day of Gloomy.

You couldn’t possibly blame others for not wanting to associate with society today. I mean, it’s pouring rain, rain. 

Theres nothing wrong with the rain, if you’re a rain lover. It’s just there was mud and ponds everywhere. Who wanna get their shoes wet over rain?? Nobody, I hope.

Out of boredom, all of you guys decide to watch TV, something random. 

Or that’s what you thought.

“A’right, who has my fuckin cig!” McCoy voiced, rushing down stairs. Noise could be heard as he came down rushing through the living room.

His black hat, red thin silky shirt, black pants and any other clothing item that caught his eye, making him stand out.

“Raz’ ya seen my cig mate?” Andy then leaned over the black couch where Sami, on Razzle’s left, Razzle in the middle, And Nasty all sat.

“Not at all mate! Have ya considered checking those pocket o’yours yeah?? $20 it’s n’ there” The drummer smirk in amusement, as he hold his ringed hand out that also resembled multi-colored nail polish on his fingers.

The questioned man then checked his pockets so eagerly, just to find the pack of cigs in there. He then pull them out as if it was a pocket knife.

Pulled one, and lit it. Smoke soon then fill the air as he inhaled the smoke and blew it in Sami’s face.

“You did that on purpose.” The bassist spoke, with a slight irritational frown.

Razzle and Andy then laughed in sync, also in amusement.  “Oh don’t be such a buzz killer. A little smoke won’t hurt.” Andy smirked as he then passed it to Razzle.

“Waiting’ for my $20..” Dingley spoke in a singing tune. 

“We didn’t shake on it, no?” A smirk could then form on Nasty’s face. Who’s been listening in the conversation along with Michael and Sami.

“Does that truly matter anyways?? $20 is $20.” 

“Where did you come from” 

“Where do I always come from??”

Razzle then side-eyed you in response. IT was his turn to blow the smoke in your face.

He did so, which caught of guard. When you was supposedly watching michael fix his blonde unique hair.

“Really??” You huffed as you crossed your arms.  “That’s what I said!!” Sami then chimed in, the same expression as you. It then go quiet. 

“What?” He then said. “And I’ll do it again” McCoy then laughed.

“Whatever” you and Sami say in unison.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 2:30PM

The rain began to take over heavier, leading thunderstorms here and there. Some catching you all off guard. 

Michael sits on the couch, above Nasty who’s sitting on the ground, letting Michael style his hair.

“Your hair is soft luv, what do you use??” The lead singer Asked the man.

“Water, shampoo and conditioner” 

“I know that, everybody does, hopefully but the brand ya use—“ He then get cut off.

“How about a game of Neva’ Have I Eva’ with booze mates!! With money or no?? Aye we can take shots! Maybe drink the whole bottle!! Who’s down!!”

The drummer then pace down stairs with a mischievous grin on his face, his cute deep dimples wearing it off. Making him look nothing but innocent.

“Booze sounds like too much” Nasty chimed in.

“Exactly, the last time we did it, we had to lock you n’ Andy in a room for almost 5 hours.” Michael groaned, like a mother scolding her children.

“No biggie, that was nothing!” 

“You literally broke the TV last time by tripping over Andy.” Sami then say as he was fixing his black messy hair in the mirror, not bothering to turn to face anybody.

“I second that.” You commented, with your feet kicked up on the table. Your mix matched socks wearing out.

“I don’t third that.” Andy walked into the living room, fixing his pants and later buckling his belt up again, that matches Razzle.

Razzle and Michael gave him a knowing look, as Sami, You, and Nasty, all looked disappointed.

“Can a man not take a piss yea??” 

“Sureeee” Razzle waved him off dragging the ‘Sure’ in a teasing matter.

“Fuck off” Andy then flip him off, as everybody else laughs.

“I guess we can play” Nasty stated. With two pig tails in his hair from Michael’s work.

“You look all cute don’t cha’” The proud, noisy drummer smiled.

“You look disturbing.” 

“When can you ever be nice” Michael and Sami both scold. Andy then shrug in response as he put out the cigarette he’s smoked again. The pack almost gone.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:04PM.

“Never have I ever, said the wrong thing at the wrong time.” Michael then questioned, his pink sunglasses glammin’.

Razzle, You, Sami and Andy all take shots. 

“I was drunk off m’ass okay?? An old man approached me and told me his wife was in the nursing home! And I winded up saying “congratulations mate!!” Out loud!” Dingley then confessed.

“Wow..” You chimed in. All four of you all, now taking shots.

“Jeez, this is strong.” Yaffa winced. 

Michael and Nasty then snicker. 

“Never have I ever gotten into a brawl.” 

Andy then take a shot, So did, of course. Razzle.

“You guys are something else” you spoke out loud.

“Some punk spilt beer on my clothes! I told him if he ever tries me again, I’m shoving the whole bottle up his ass. And that night the police got called.”

“Oh yea, then I had to come to the scene” Michael spoke, his blue eyes widening a little. He then raise his sunglasses up to set them on top of his frizzy hair. After, puckering his lips.

“Yea, shit was crazy!” 

“Alright, my turn” Sami cleared his throat.

“Neva’ Have I Eva’ kissed, dated, or slept with someone and kept it a secret?” He then exclaimed, setting down his card and looking around.

He himself, then take a shot, so has Michael, Nasty, let’s just say everyone.

“Mines was an On N’ Off relationship so” Andy waved liked it was nothing, then lighting a joint. 

“Oh? Same?” Monroe questioned a little.

“I never expected that to come from someone like you.” Stenfors provoked as he turned his head to Michael with an almost, shocked look.

Who would’ve knew Michael could have any girl he want?? Many thought he was guy, by his looks, or many mistakes him as a girl.

“I don’t think anybody did mate..” Razzle spoke, his words slurring as his cheeks flush due to being intoxicated.

“Jeez man you’re gone..” McCoy laughed at the sight. He was gone too, from being high AND drunk.

“Aye, Y/N luv, you should try this yea??” He then stick out the blunt their direction. With a confident smile.

You then shake you head no automatically, the drinks were enough, so why get high as well?? You’ll probably go crazy..

APRIL 15th, 1982. 5:20PM

Infact you are now. You’re now high and drunk off your ass, running around got nothing to lose. 

Razzle and Andy snickering in the background, as Michael shakes his head and get up to stop you from causing more chaos. Nasty and Sami watching with confusion and a straight face.

“I think it was a bad idea t’influence them with a joint.” Monroe confessed as he looked at the drummer and guitarist. His hair flowing the same direction.

“They seem alright to us, right Raz??” 

“Bloody hell they’re gone!” He lets out a dry mask.

Bottles smashing in the background could be heard, due to your antics. You then bounce and hop from couch or any other surface you can manage to land on without breaking a bone.

This has now became a cat and mouse chase between You and Michael.

You then take cover behind Nasty and Sami. Believing you couldn’t be found, which was a lie.

“A’right it’s time to go to bed yea??” Monroe then grabbed you.

“But whyyy..” You protested with a whine, then letting yourself fall to the floor.

“Out of every other days. You choose this day to be a crazy one.” Sami said as he raised his eyebrows, flipping his hair out of his face.

“Could have better days..”

“Key word, Could” Nasty chimed in, finishing his cigarette and putting it in the ash tray.

APRIL 15th, 1982. 11:56PM 

It is officially bed time for everybody. This day has been a tough one, for Michael Atleast, and maybe Sami. Who knows if Nasty was annoyed as well.

Everybody is slowly drifting off to sleep. First was Sami, Then Razzle, Then Nasty, Andy, You and lastly Michael.

Maybe you all could have better days without booze and going crazy.

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A/N: this was fun to write. Honestly. Hope you all like it, take care!

‘The lamp is low.’

Razzle Dingley x Reader.

➜A/N: if you don’t want to read anything sad my fellow loved ones, I suggest you not to read this :). @nenynrawrites ! Razzle Fic is here. Thank you for writing a fic based off the Razzle series, I’ll try my best to get back to it. That was really sweet and I’m still happy💕🥹.

➜Word count: I hate math

➜⚠︎︎Warnings: schizophrenia , pills, Halloween , distorted things , death , cords , bandages . (If there’s more please let me know!) ‼️‼️PLEASE DONT DRINK AND DRIVE‼️‼️

➜Summary: It’s been a while since Razzle had mailed you back. All of a sudden he randomly shows up and everything turns back to normal, except for the lamp.

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The lamp is low.



The flowers are dead.

The clouds are grey.

The grass is red.

Your Table is Empty, Plenty chairs to go. Your plate in front of you is full with all you can eat, yet you don’t have the appetite — but the energy to pick at it with distraught and confusion.

You colored hues look at the small lamp that lights the dark kitchen. To your left is a muddy — wet — rainy day.

It’s time for bed.

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It’s 11:45AM. Sitting on your bed with your feet dangling off, as the sunray of sunlight hit your back, reflecting a bright light. You look at the lamp on your dresser.

You then pull the string of the lamp, turning it on.

‘Click.’

You open the top drawer of your mini brown dresser and pull out a piece of paper and a red pen. Now beginning — to write a letter.

‘Dear Razzle,

If you can reach out to me, please do. It’s been 2 days. Or maybe more.

-your best buddy Y/N :)’

Along with a stick figure on the bottom right, of you and him. You trance your way down the stairs before throwing on your yellow house shoes to get the mail delivered.

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It’s been 5 hours.

It’s now 4:20pm.

Boredom. You reach for your phone just right on time.

‘Ding!’

Notification, Mavirus.

“Hm?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You then open the message with your scrawny fingers, that could possibly show the bones under.

It read,

‘Man, we haven’t kicked it in a while, do you want to today? Maybe? The friends and others are here ;)’

You didn’t mind, who would you bother now?

You went to shower and to brush your teeth, and later head to the park.

Fun right?

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Right?

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Day 3.

no letter back. The lamp is still lit in your bed room, a waiting for another letter.

It’s daily usage is running out like a person with no fuel.

No sounds, just birds tweeting and feet shuffling to the counter.

You pour your favorite box of cereal and milk, then sit in your designated seat.

To glance up at the lamp.

The lamp is low.

The lamp — is low.

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Brushing your teeth you hear the front door open. Familiar foot steps are shuffling through the house to find you.

“Mornin’ Mate! Brushin’ your teeth ay’? I found this really cool Magazine — what do ya think about it?”

Razzle then shoved them magazine to your chest with no such force, but wearing a giddy silly smile that anyone would lable ‘stupid’

You stop brushing your teeth while the other free hand, grabs at the thick texturized but thin layered magazine.

“Huh? It says nothing but ‘Razzle’? I don’t get it.”

“— What do you mean you don’t get it? It says my name, Oi. People know me out there like before! Cool ainnit? Maybe you can be well known too, just know the world first. Gotta say you’re a bit boring.”

You raise an eyebrow at him suspicious and with a facial expression of someone who said something entirely too dumb but too obvious.

Sure.

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Laying on your perfect felt and fit sized bed, with Razzle at the right end of it.

Plucking at your guitar, you play a sweet but memorizing tune. Something that could calm your nerves.

Looking at the dresser for a couple of seconds, and back To Razzle, who’s tracing weird shapes with his fingers with one eye closed.

“You never got my letter did you?” Biting the side of your cheek. Hoping he could recall when you sent that letter out.

“Letter, I haven’t received a letter from you. When was it written or delivered?”

Right, you haven’t went to the nearest post office to ask for it to get delivered. Instead you threw it in your mail. Which resulting in your delivering the same paper you ought to write for Razzle, back to you.

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“New arcade open, down to go? It’s around the corner..” The drummer begin playing with a blue pen, twirling it around his finger as if it was a drum stick, a habit he had picked up.

“I’m down if it’s with you.” Gently sifting your guitar down, to lay your hands on the bed and give him a smile.

Razzle was like your second piece, he made you whole. Without him, there actually wouldn’t be much to laugh about, talk about, and cry about.

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7pm had struck quickly. Time seems to go by fast. Now it’s time to go home. You both were full off of food, sweets and drinks —- maybe laughter.

“That wasn’t t’bad yeah? Maybe going outside and exploring could do you some good.” Dingley commented , slurping on his blue freezie.

He’s right, going outside with friends isn’t as bad as you thought. You just weren’t prepared.

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It’s been three months, you and Razzle had been hanging out like two strangers at a bar. Non-stop.

The lamp is low

The flowers are alive

The clouds are white

The grass is green

Life is life.

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A knock was sounded on your glass window on the Halloween night. You move the black and orange curtains to the side before seeing your best buddy, Razzle! :)

He blows on the window , creating fog before writing

‘Come trick or treat with me!’

“Aren’t we a bit too old?”

‘There’s no age limit on going to get candy on Halloween :(‘

He blew away the previous writing, blew more fog to create another writing.

How can you say no. You grab your bucket that mysteriously matches

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“It’s cold out here ainnit?” Your best buddy pretends as if he turned into ice.

“As much as I love you, please — cut out the embarrassing antics Raz”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing”

“Why?”

“Nevermind..”

— A teenager then bumped into your causing some of your Candy to spill.

“Watch it, freak.” The average teen spat as his group of friends laughed, who were dressed like skeletons, band members, serial killers and all.

Sigh.. teenagers..

“That was one way to put it, why don’t you say something? — Oi, watch we’re you going! Ye bumped into us first ya git!”

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“Two more houses isn’t bad, cmon mate!” He pleaded and pleaded until you turned in.

“Fine fine, Two more. Don’t take forever either.” Huffing, crossing your arms you watch him run off to Another house like a kid on their own.

How this man could act of as a child, it was very enduring.

You begin to feel dizzy and a bit nauseous, taking a seat on the side walk , closing you eyes and breathing in the cool fresh air for a couple of minutes.

Everything slowly begin to close around you, noise, people, everything…

“You alright mate?”

Your eyes then shoot open to see Dingley standing there with wide eyes of shock and confusion, his lips slightly parted before giving a dimpled-sweet smile.

Knowing that you’re okay, the glint in his eyes shine more.

Then he offers to help you up— which now results into you both going back home.

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“Finally, home sweet home..” The warmth of the house perfectly hitting both yours and Razzle’s skin, kicking off your shoes next to Razzle’s and putting your bucket across his.

His back facing the lamp as his hands lay on the pumpkin plastic bucket.

“Ready?”

“Wait—“ Walking to the cabinet to take your medicine for schizophrenia. You then pop the pill in your mouth with water, looking down and now you’ve reached your bucket.

Tipping it over, you realize Razzle hasn’t tipped his over.

Looking up,

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He wasn’t there.

schizophrenia has the peaks.

He was one of them.

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Waking up to a bright light and your head pounding. Bandages and cords were coving most of your body. Your leg was in a cast and people — such as nurses and friends were watching over you.

“What happened..” your throat scratched our, leaving your to wince at the absence of water and the feeling of an extreme dry throat.

“You were in a car crash containing a drunk driver, Vince.”

Waking up completely, you look around for Razzle to find any source to see if he was okay.

“Razzle died.”

The lamp ahead of you started to look distorted and weird.

‘The lamp is low.’

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 (𝟒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘)

If mike monroe or sami dies, I'm ascending.

what’s your fear?

mine: seeing my favorite band members pass away one of these days. They aren't young no more :(

u guys are so funny I can’t

I love the way she writes sm🎀🎀!?

,,We've been on our feet all day and I haven't even gotten to use my camera yet!"

,,Try it out now. I don't think it'll be mad if the picture comes out wonky."

,,Yeah, but I will..."

,,How about this: Take a picture of me. Don't think you can get wrong with that."

And you did. Given that only one of the lamps on the night stand were on, you were sure it'd be too dark to actually make something out, but no: It gave you a beautiful picture of Slash with his little smile, glowing in the lamp's light.

,,Not bad. You could be a professional, you know?"

,,For now, it'll be just a hobby, but we'll see."

Slash still smiled, putting little kisses all over your face, soon followed by a soft one on your lips that went on for hours:>

my favorite gay sex is Guns N’ Roses. Maybe Metallica too.

Help slash😭.

First exam of my master's degree tomorrow. It requires a special meme <3 (tag yourself)

I miss him like he was my own family☹️

40 years without Razzle 💔💔

It gives "corny-nerd-from-those-corny-musicals-or-shows" vibe.

Ozzy Osbourne recording at Regent Studios in London, 1970. 🎶

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