#sami yaffa

[earth-cr0sser]

guys uh look

silly

[80sclassics]

Didn't know what else to post today so I thought I'd put up my top 10 obsessions...

Comment yours...

[appelssiini]

Hanoi Rocks at Lepakko, Helsinki 21.2.1982 (photos: Jukka Granström)

[therockstarsmuse]

The big 4

[georgeweasleyx]

Hanoi Rocks: Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Do I have to tell you that I need you Do I have to show you that I care Do I have to lie and steal to have you Do I have to sell myself somewhere Then we can dance all night together

[broidobe]

Sami would definitely steal his girlfriends jewelry on occasion. I can imagine her catching him and just being like that one tiktok audio. "... Bitch is that my necklace?" "No...?" "Then whos is it." "Not... yours...?" "😒" "😥" (It is, in fact, his girlfriends necklace. And bracelets. And earrings.) His girlfriend isn't even mad just annoyed that he didn't ask first 😭

omg, imagine if the reader really caught onto the fact that sami does this regularly. like, now it’s a whole thing, and the reader lowkey starts telling their friends or even bandmates about it, but in the most gossipy, half-joking way, like:

"so… y'all know how i found my necklace missing again, right?" "no, not again!" "yup, and guess who has it this time? sami." "of course, of course…" "i swear, he swears it’s 'not mine' but it is. i literally had to give him the stink-eye like… 'bitch, is that my necklace?' and he’s all, 'noooo… not yours…?' like, really, sami?" "you didn’t?!" "i mean, i wasn’t mad… just a little bit annoyed. i keep telling him, 'just ask first!' but nah, he doesn’t listen. it’s like his personal collection now."

they'd totally gossip about it, you know? like, imagine the other band members catching on and giving him the side-eye every time they see him rocking one of the reader’s accessories. and sami, of course, would act like it’s no big deal, but lowkey everyone’s in on it. then they’d probably all start subtly hinting at sami to get the reader some jewelry as a “sorry” gift (and everyone would know it’s for stealing the stuff in the first place).

at the end of the day, though, it’d be like a funny little inside joke—like, no one’s mad, but everyone’s lowkey waiting to see what sami steals next

so yes, i absolutely agree!

[itsssoizzy]

Hanoi Rocks interview | 1983

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

what pet names do u guys think sami would use for u 🤭🤭

i think definitely love, sweetheart, babes, lovebug, sweetpea… and maybe mami or kitten or princess ����‍♀️

[7below]

some demolition 23. pics I took last october @ Tavastia

(still wishing I had a better camera with me..)

[rocknrollflames]

Izzy Stradlin.

If you're a man and you don't like Izzy - you're just not cool.

Or he banged your chick.

Or both.

Probably both.

And if you're a woman who doesn't like Izzy - thank you.

There are too many of us.

He doesn't need you.

[earth-cr0sser]

my heart melted 😔

this was 1978/79 when sami and andy were in pelle mjoona oy. sami would have been 15 and andy 16.

[80sclassics]

Some of my fave pics of Sami Yaffa. He's adorable.

[razzleedingley]

[vancruejovi]

Sami Yaffa 🌺

[sami--yaffa]

Sami yaffa and his baby🎀

[broidobe]

𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔢

requested!

☾after a long night, sami yaffa just wants to hold you close, touch you softly, and remind you exactly how much he adores you☽

☾warnings: lots of fluff, a little bit of spice, light touches, kisses, soft sami, implied intimacy but nothing explicit☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝜗𝜚 𝓫𝓮𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓮𝓼

⁎⁺˳✧༚hanoi rocks masterlist

sami is warm against you, bare skin flushed from the heat of the sheets, from the way your bodies are tangled up together. one of his hands is in your hair, fingers weaving through slow and lazy, while the other rests on your hip, tracing absentminded patterns against your skin. his touch is light, reverent—like he’s savoring every second of having you this close.

“you awake?” his voice is a soft murmur, lips barely brushing against your forehead. you hum in response, nuzzling into his chest, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss into your hair. “s’good, i don’t want you goin’ anywhere.”

not that you were planning to.

you shift slightly, letting your leg drape over his, pressing yourself even closer. he sighs contentedly, his fingers tightening on your hip just a little. “y’know,” he murmurs, voice lower now, rougher, “you feel so good like this. warm, soft. like you were made to fit right here.”

his hand moves, gliding up your back, fingertips barely grazing, making you shiver. he notices, of course he does, and his lips twitch into a smirk against your temple. “mm, sensitive?” he teases, brushing another feather-light touch over your spine, reveling in the way you react to him.

“maybe,” you mutter, voice thick with sleep, and he laughs quietly, shifting so he can tilt your chin up. his eyes are warm, filled with something soft and unspoken as he leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

when he pulls back, he stays close, foreheads touching, breath mingling. “love you,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over your cheek. “hope you know that.”

and just like that, your heart melts all over again.