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He drunk em all

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🎩🕊️

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)

Peak, Hanoi rocks x reader poly?? Yea??? No. Oh okay, I'll delete my whole account then💔.

2025 is approaching. I wanna say I'm glad to have you all, and my friends and everything I've asked for and been blessed with! What are your goals for 2025!

𐬽✿𐬾⇨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?

The 80's raised me better than my parents have.

‘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.’

Crying🥹💗..

“i’m proud of you”

Sami yaffa and his baby🎀