#nasty hanoi rocks

[eroticlamb]

Razzle Dingley, Nasty Suicide and Andy Mccoy of Hanoi Rocks, 1984 ✩ Unknown source

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by 🎸! so sorry that i put this off for so long lol. i literally had to think about this SO HARD.

⁎⁺˳✧༚hanoi rocks masterlist

despite his rockstar exterior, he has a major soft spot for you

loves surprising you with little gifts

like little tokens or handwritten notes

he loves walking late at night

he always stops to show you his favourite spots

nasty isn’t overly possessive, but he’s got a quiet, watchful way of making sure you’re safe.

if anyone messes with you, his calm demeanor is replaced by an intense glare that does all the talking.

a date with him often involves hitting underground gigs or supporting local bands.

he stands behind you, arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders, ensuring you’re comfortable.

he’s not a big fan of the stereotypical dates like going out for a fancy dinner and such

he’s big on creative dates

he might suggest writing lyrics together, customizing leather jackets, or even spray-painting murals on abandoned buildings in the dead of night.

the two of you spend hours talking while sharing a cigarette.

he’s surprisingly introspective and loves deep conversations about life, music, and ideologies.

on your second date, he brought you a bracelet he made from old guitar strings

he loves diy because it makes the gift feel more personal to him

he doesn’t try too hard to impress, but he has a natural charisma that makes you feel like the most important person in the room.

his laid-back vibe is contagious, and you always feel at ease around him.

nasty has seen and lived through his fair share of struggles, so he’s incredibly empathetic.

whether you’re going through a tough time or just having a bad day, he’s there to listen and offer his unwavering support.

not one for pda

but when it’s just the two of you, he’s touchy and affectionate, often brushing your hair out of your face or pulling you into his lap while you hang out.

on the surface, he might seem distant or aloof, but those closest to him know that his heart is pure gold. He’d do anything to protect and care for you.

he’s convinced that duct tape can solve any problem.

broken table leg? duct tape.

ripped shirt? duct tape patch.

once, he even tried to "repair" your car with it, just for laughs.

what? it’s not broken, it’s customized.

when he’s bored or tired, he flops dramatically onto the nearest surface like a Shakespearean character, groaning, 

life’s so hard, babe

tables, car dashboards, your shoulders—if it makes a noise, he’ll drum on it.

bonus points if he’s got a rhythm stuck in his head and insists you guess the song

[kingsofsleaze]

Nasty Suicide from Hanoi Rocks

[earth-cr0sser]

bugs when you lift up a hanoi rock

[metal-sludge]

HANOI ROCKS (1979 - 1985) | RAW, March 1992.

[yvieluvs]

merry christmas and happy holidays from your favs🤗✨💕

[incorrect-rocker-quotes]

Sami: What time is it?  Michael : I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out  Michael : *BLASTS the saxaphone*  Nasty: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING  Michael : It’s 2 am 

[four-days-dead]

Sami yaffa and his baby🎀

[6sixx6sexual6]

this picture of hanoi rocks is so cute. look at them going on a little adventure

[vancruejovi]

Nasty Suicide 🌹

[peacesells-imbuying]

Can I have a fic where Nasty has a crush on a fem reader but doesn't realize it so he mistakes it for disliking them because he feels sick (like nauseous) around them. And he tells Razzle and Sami about it and they laugh at him (That's mostly Razzle probably) and then explain that Nasty probably likes reader. So Nasty attempts to ask reader out on multiple occasions but something always goes wrong so eventually he gives up and Razzle tells reader that Nasty likes her because he could not stand for the awkwardness between them to continue.

Literally screaming. This sounds so 😩 tysm enjoy! Heads up quite I get carried away with details.. info blog | masterlist

You hunged out with Hanoi Rocks as long as Nasty could remember. It started in 1987, Sami and Andy introduced you to the band. Mike loved you and so did the others evantually, friendships started to bloom. Now its 1982, what year to be alive. 

Nasty and you are good friends, wouldn't say close like Sami, but close enough for no awkwardness in the air. Originally Nasty was a bit awkward around you, not cause he ever talk to a girl before but because you were just so bubbly! Always smiling and uplifting around everyone, similar to Razzle. Sunshine duo or whatever fan came up with. 

Now he was more comfortable around you. Lots of approvmemt, yeah you were so proud of yourself until recently...guess you were wrong. In reality poor Nasty could not figure out his feelings for you. 

"Hey Nasty." A smile was plastered on your face like your good friend Steven from GN'R. "Hey." Nasty instantly felt like throwing up. He always felt sick around you. "Excuse me." Nasty rushed to the bathroom but it disappeared. If he wanted to know what was happening, he was going to need some help. 

"Guys..." Sami and Razzle sat on the couch beforehand in their own cnversation, but once they heard Nasty's serious combined worried tone they completely stopped. "What's wrong?" Sami immediately asked. "Whenever I'm around Y/n...I get this feeling. A bad one, I'm always sick! But when I leave her, all of it goes away and I'm back to my normal self. What-" They laughed a bit to loud. "What's so funny?" Nasty didn't understand what was funny in a situation like this. Sami sighed while Razzle giggled often. 

"Nasty...man. You like her." They laughed again for good. "Huh?" Razzle decided to explain first. "You get "sick" because you're nervous around her mate." Sami nodded adding on. "Exactly. You need to calm down around her. Try asking her out." They were right. "Ask her out? How?" Razzle hummed for a bit. "Nothin' fancy. Just say it straight forward." Nasty mentally took note. "Thank you so much." Sami and Razzle looked at each other with a laugh "No problem!" 

He thought it would be easy. "Hey Y/n.." You both were backstage, Hanoi Rocks was going to perform in 10 minutes. "I was wondering-" "Y/n, Mike is asking for extra help." A staff called her away. "Alright, sorry Nasty. Ask again later." So he did. Second attempt was at a park. "Y/n..do you-well would you-" He became awkward. "Hey!" Sami stole her drink and she chased him. Nasty was upset the rest of the day. Final attempt. A party.  "Y/n, can I take you out? Like a date!" The music was so loud and he was a bit drunk. "What!" "Nothing." Nasty sighed walking away to find Mike. 

Razzle loved his friends with all his heart. But he could not stand the awkwardness between the both of you. He needed to intervene or nothing was going to happen. "Y/n. I'm sorry, but I cant handle all this awkwardness anymore. Nasty likes you and wants to ask you out. Alright, see ya!" You were red as a pepper. 

"Nasty. I would like to go on a date with you." Nasty was flabbergasted. "How-" "You're welcome!" Razzle shouted from afar. As you both dated, it felt like you knew each other since childhood. Nothing stood in between.

[eroticlamb]

Sami Yaffa, Nasty Suicide, and Andy Mccoy posing for an Aria ad, circa 1984.

[broidobe]

𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔡𝔶

requested by 🎸!

☾nasty suicide finds solace in a quiet night with his lover, their shared tenderness grounding him as they remind him of his worth and their unshakable bond.☽

☾warnings:emotional vulnerability, mentions of self-worth issues☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚hanoi rocks masterlist

the streetlamp outside cast long shadows across the walls. nasty sat cross-legged on the bed, his battered acoustic guitar resting in his lap, strings worn but loved. his fingers absentmindedly plucked at the strings, creating a melody that was soft, almost wistful.

you were curled up beside him, your head resting on his shoulder as you traced the ink on his forearm with your fingertip. the scent of cigarettes and the faint hint of leather clung to him, mingling with the soft hum of his voice as he murmured a half-written lyric.

“what do you think of this one?” he asked, turning his head to look at you. his messy hair fell into his eyes, and he shook it back with a grin that was so effortlessly nasty—half charming, half trouble.

“it’s beautiful,” you said honestly, your voice barely above a whisper. “like you.”

he chuckled, the sound deep and raspy, as if he didn’t quite believe you. “beautiful, huh? don’t think anyone’s called me that before.”

“well, they should’ve,” you replied, sitting up to face him fully. “you don’t see what i see.”

he set the guitar aside, leaning forward until his face was only inches from yours. his dark eyes searched yours, a softness in them that wasn’t always there. “and what do you see?”

“i see someone who’s got a heart as big as his ambition,” you said, your hand brushing against his cheek. “someone who cares so much, even if he tries not to show it. and someone who, if he let himself, could make anyone fall in love with him.”

for a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at you like you were something he wasn’t sure he deserved. then, without a word, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow and deep, like he was trying to pour everything he couldn’t say into it.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his voice low and rough. “you make me want to be better,” he admitted. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“you don’t have to know,” you said, your hand slipping into his. “because you’ll never have to find out.”

he smiled then, a real, genuine smile that lit up his face in a way that made your heart ache. “guess i’m stuck with you, huh?”

“forever,” you teased, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“forever sounds good,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms and holding you close as the faint melody of his guitar lingered in the air.

[their80smichelle]

10 August and it's my birthday today so I'm going to give you my bf wishlist cause I got nothing better to do💋^^

(Almost only musicians I like silly guys🤧)

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

ugh he looks so good

[metal-sludge]

HANOI ROCKS (1979 - 1985) | RAW, August 1990.