P!Hanoi Rocks X Reader

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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