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Everyone is like “Michael.. Michael are u sure that’s a good idea..”
‘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.
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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.’
Nen! Thank you for the inspiration fan fic, speaking of this I'm gonna go back into writing hanoi rocks fanfics. I loved this, and you had really put Razzle together, sounds a LOT like him!! I'm doing more better than last time❤️💜💚.
Summary: Razzle comes back home from practice / hanging out with his band, got a whole lot to tell and a lot of attention in need!
Wordcount:
Warnings: None, just a pouty Razzle<3
A/N: I've finished this a long time ago, but never had the time to upload it...It was an idea from dear @sami--yaffa aka Smiley!♡ I hope you're doing great and this puts a little smile on your face<3
,,So, how was your day?", you asked, smiling when he beamed up. ,,Oof, so much happened! Like...I think more accidents, though."
Accidents? You knew Hanoi Rocks could be a clumsy and rowdy bunch, but all in one day? Seemed suspicious.
,,Accidents? Who died?"
Razzle huffed, fake apalled at you. Stuff happens, doesn't mean sonebody has died! But that was besides the point: Razzle kept talking making himself comfortable, laying his head on your lap and playing with whatever part of your body was closest (which were your hands). So for the next few hours, you two sat on the sofa, the TV on in the background, until it started to get darker, around 7 PM.
,,You hungry?" Razzle's eyes were barely open, but his nose was. ,,What'd you make?" Razzle, still half asleep, walked into the kitchen, spotting the two plates of food. ,,Lasagna, nothing too complicated." If there was something Razzle absolutely loved, next to you, it was your cooking. It always looked like it came straight from a gourmet place and everytime he tried to replicate it, it just tasted bland. And that was the first and last time he ever cooked freely.
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,,Are you gonna come to bed? It's freezing without you."
After dinner, Razzle went to get ready for bed, thinking you would join him after a few minutes, but five minutes turned into ten and you were nowhere to be heard or seen.
So he went to search for you, finding you back on the sofa, finishing whatever had been on TV before.
,,Hm? Oh, sorry...I got so invested, I didn't even realise you went to bed..."
The pout on his face was enough for you to know that he wasn't the happiest about it. ,,Look, I'll go brush my teeth and then I'll be with you, ok?" Razzle just nodded, trudging back and laying with his back to the door. ,,Razzle? Still awake?"
You shook him very softly, hoping it wasn't yoo hard to take him out of his sleep (if he was). But he wasn't. He grumbled, moving further away from you. ,,Alright, baby, what are you so pissy about?" He turned onto his other side, meeting your eyes. ,,Why didn't you come to bed straight away? I thought you walked out or something."
You knew he wasn't actually mad about it, just confused, so you knew the best idea to cheer him up. ,,Better now?" A little kiss on his nose and forehead helped, making him brightly smile and hug you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
,,You know you're an attention seeker." Razzle huffed, pouting at the obvious statement, but how could he not? It's YOUR attention that he LOVED. ,,I'm not..." His statement was rested with a kiss to your lips, keeping you from ,,arguing" back. ,,I am only when you are around..."
You left it at that, enjoying whatever he was talking about:)
Part two of the poly hanoi rocks fic is coming 🥹
Hello Hun’s. Again I’m back and I’m taking requests! I’ll try to get o them as fast as I can but if not, trust, I’ll get to them later sometimes this month hopefully :). Stay safe!
should I make a pt 2 of “Could Have Better Days”??👀👀👀
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!
Peak, Hanoi rocks x reader poly?? Yea??? No. Oh okay, I'll delete my whole account then💔.
I am not ok, I've listened to "Tragedy" by Hanoi Rocks 62 times.
Making a Hanoi Rocks gc👀. Who wanna join??
Discord: @taste.your.death.
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⭐️--Doing everything together. EVERYTHING.
⭐️--You being the one to pull more pranks out of Mike, and Razzle and The others confusing mike for it.
⭐️-- "Y/N did you manage to put mayo in my toothpaste bottle?" And they glare daggers at mike.
⭐️-- "How would I be able to do that??"
⭐️--‼️‼️‼️ FASHION QUEENS‼️‼️‼️
⭐️-- you guys are better than any other siblings because you bith actually share clothes and accessories without arguing.
⭐️-- People think your style is more strange than Mike's because you LOVE to wear silly things.
⭐️-- "Why are you wearing bandages around your waist.."
⭐️-- "It's called fashion, honey."
⭐️-- TWIN TELEPATHY!!
⭐️-- you with speak at the same time almost all the time and it's lowkey funny and cool.
⭐️-- Michael thinks it's a flex for sure.
⭐️-- "Me and my sister/brother Y/N can speak at the same time any time, it's kinda cool right??"
⭐️--YOU BOTH HAVING GREAT TALENT.
⭐️-- The most sassy duo.
⭐️-- Going on a shopping spree 3x a week.
⭐️-- You getting lost.
⭐️-- "Where did Y/N go.." Sami Is stuck in question
⭐️-- "Where do they never go?" --Mike
⭐️-- "If I'm dying, you're dying with me" troupe
⭐️-- you and Michael are partners in crimes.
⭐️-- You once broke your right arm and got a yellow cast and Michael broke his left and got a orange one. You signed your name on his and he signed his on yours.
⭐️-- DISLIKING SOME FOODS HE HATE.
⭐️-- You hating coffee, but love tea (sorry if u like coffee)
⭐️--SAME MUSIC TASTE.
⭐️-- you being younger than him by 13 minutes but act the oldest.
⭐️-- "Mike come back around 7pm"
⭐️-- "You're younger than me."
⭐️-- "We don't count the lame 13 minutes😒."
⭐️-- He loves coloring books, you hate them.
⭐️-- The "too-much-of-the-details" make you lose motivation and energy.
⭐️-- "I don't wanna color this anymore."
⭐️-- "All you did was open the marker?"
⭐️-- Being his back up singer when he's sick‼️‼️
⭐️-- Michael feels as if he needs to try hard and you're like.. "Girl, bye.."
⭐️-- YOU CAN SING LIKE HIM‼️
⭐️-- Your hair is shorter than his by 1 inch.
⭐️-- you both like odd numbers.
⭐️-- YOU BEING A HEAVY DRINKER, MIKE, NO!!
⭐️-- ice skating queens‼️🙏
⭐️-- Except when you busted your buns, huns.
⭐️-- You being more bold than he is, not scared to shut something down if needed.
⭐️-- Someone once said you brother looks like a fag and you went off
⭐️-- GOING TO ARCADES WITH HANOI ROCKS!!
⭐️-- YOU AND RAZZLE AND MICHAEL BEING THE TOP 3 WINNERS.
⭐️-- At the end of the day you both are the world wide best set of twins, everybody loves, hates, adore, and wanna be
"Away from home"
Razzle Dingley x Reader.
🍂..🧸..🤎
Warning: Cuteness, Razzle Being Razzle, Drinking, A little cuss words, kissing, scratches, bleeding, crying, angst, fluff, bad weather, happy ending because nobody deserves to cry <3. Series!!
၄၃ Pairings: Razzle Dingley x Reader (fem or male)
----> summary: you and your boyfriend Razzle are on balancing terms in this relationship you've been trying to fix, everything has been as smooth as ice until he has to leave home once again to go on tour.
"Luv?" Razzle's voice called out through the much quiet house, wandering around and peaking his nose through each room he could manage to get to, without being frightened by your cat, Gypsy.
You and Razzle took Gypsy in when she was 7 months old. He was hesitant because he really wasn't a cat lover, but you wanted the cat. So what's there to argue about and for?
"In the kitchen!" You yelled back to your boyfriend. Not too long, footsteps could be heard, making their way to the kitchen. Hitting Razzle's nose with the slight smell of cinnamon rolls and a faint smell of fall in the house.
"Mm..What's Cookin' in there?" Dingkey commented as he picked up the yellow bowl that has the icing inside for the rolls. You quickly then smack his hand away making him recoil.
"Ow?? Coulda' told me to stop being greedy hon" His strong accent danced out, giving you a slight smile.
"So what did you come down here to talk my ears off for?" You then turn to face the drummer, who then tilt his head and jolt up in realization after.
"Oh right! Hon, I came down here to tell you I have a tour to go on. The uhhh..--"
He then dragged his words.
"I know, 'That' tour." Y/N sighed in defeat. This was nothing knew, but you grew tired of something that was dragging the relationship to the thinnest string manageable.
"Yea..I promise, bloody promise when I come back I'll make it up? I really don't wanna go but y'know, fans need me. Mike needs me. I'm the best out there so--"
DING!
The oven goes off letting Y/N know the rolls are done.
"Right on time, all for me, us yea?" He chuckled out with a smile that let his dimples get the best of anybody.
"Meow.." Gypsy, replied. Something like 'me too' or 'sharing is caring'
"And gypsy.."
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Night time has rolled in, quicker than ever. It's 11:26pm, a time where you would normally bid Gypsy goodnight and sleep until 8am or so.
But no, you and Razzle were on the couch cuddling, watching a corny TV show, something to his interests.
You glare daggers at him, basically side eyeing him. Reflecting on the thoughts you both had sharing together before this ship had almost sank.
The days were you both could actually laugh, and not feel awkward or communicate all day with Noone going anywhere or--
"Whatcha thinkin' about pretty?" His low voice cut off, he seem tired.
"Nothing much, just tired Raz" "Tired yea? How about we go to bed"
"Mmm...sure I guess"
As of now, you both head off to bed.
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Morning took the role of rolling in. It's now 10:34am in the morning. Razzle spot seemed to be empty and light.
"Razzle??"
"In 'ere luv!" A grumble was reached out in the distance of next door or at least two doors down. You then get up to only find Nicholas brushing his teeth with Gypsy sitting on the sink, admiring your boyfriend.
It didn't take long for him to get ready. He wore the colorful bright striped pants you bought him, the ones he really wanted. A red shirt, with black bracelets on his right wrist, and colorful ones on his left. His signature hat, with a bead necklace, you made him back then. Pink socks and orange shoes.
Glamrock.
"You look great handsome" He then turned his head as Gypsy continue to admire him.
"Thanks hun, it wears out my name" You weren't sure about that part, but you knew he was being silly and couldn't hold back that little laugh that interrupted through your throat.
Lifting some spirit in him.
"Alrigh' luv, I gotta get goin' don't do anything stupid without me"
He then peck your lips 2-3 times. His perfect pink soft lips giving you some affection you've been craving.
"Be safe, don't do anything stupid with Andy either!" You shout out as your lover jog down stairs, before exiting. He takes a sip of his beer.
"Alright alright mum!" He then exit out as the door shuts.
You were left to ponder alone about your thoughts about Razzle and the tour. Wandering if he will be safe or not.
"Meow"
Or maybe not..
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The End🧸.
I hope you all liked this!! It's my first fic I've written, and I don't think I've did too good, and neither too bad either if you know what I mean?
I'm gonna make this into a series!!
And thank you, @clitcrimson for the idea of thi fanfic! You were a big help really <3!! 🧸.
Do you guys think Razzle was a stoner? Like think of it. Those silly pics of him where his eyes are squinting and he looks like he could be wherever God takes him..y'know? Like how much does he smoke, Is he a heavy smoker or a light smoker. I can't decide really.
Sometimes he looks Hella gone, and the other half is just 'eh lightwork. Not too bad, not too shabby'.
I picture Andy being his smoke buddy. They smoke somewhere peaceful and quiet, taking about random stuff that comes to their mind, Right?
I feel like Andy smokes more than Razzle, and he maybe tried to convince michael to join them. (Michael said No!)
Is it me, or do I find Razzle's nose VERY beautiful? Like the way it was made.
The hump and how large it is, and not only that, His cute DIMPLES!! I just wanna kiss the little bump of his nose so bad, add stickers on it ☹️
Out of boredom..(and not having no friends because I'm the number one loser roaming earth) anybody down to make a 'Hanoi Rocks' group chat!?
Hanoi rocks literally have a greater version of willy Wonka (Razzle). A stick with bacon wrapped around it (Sami). The kid from toy story (Andy). Ariana grande 1.0 (Michael). And a devastated looking pitbull with the sweetest heart. (Nasty)
Sami yaffa and his baby🎀
I wanna start a band.
forget what I just said guys, I need someone to be the Michael to my Razzle.
Should I change my pfp into michael monroe, or stay as razzle??
Hi! I love your blog! I wanted to ask if it’s okay, what is your favorite Hanoi rocks song?
(Mine is 11th street kids)
Hi love!! I hope you're doing alright, better than me hopefully. (You can always message me). My favorite songs by Hanoi Rocks are
-Don't you ever leave me
-million miles away
-high school
-Buried alive !!
Happy heavenly birthday Razzle!! We all miss you. No words can express how heavy it feels that you’re gone. Everyone misses you and loves you, fans from all around the world. You were a great talented and sweet person to be known. We ask nothing for you to do but rest and take it easy up there🎩🕊️
It's decemeber guys. Y'know what that means? Yep, Razzle dingleys birthday and memorial day☹️
You know, I feel like Hanoi Rocks deserves more fanfics. Especially Razzle! Poor guy barely has any ☹️.
𝐇𝐮𝐡? 𝐎𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 :)
𐬽✿𐬾⇨𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎/𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄! 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞-𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. (𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤)
𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐲! 𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 “𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄“ 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐲.
𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬, 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬?
𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞!
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞.
🎧𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐮𝐳𝐢𝐜.
𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧! 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 :).
𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞! 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬?