monkee one shots

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one-shots about the monkees! requests always open unless stated otherwise :)) Több

intro.
valentines day. the monkees
band class. peter tork
motorcycling. mike nesmith
part 1/2 . groupie . mike nesmith
moving . micky dolenz
easter . the monkees
2/2 . groupie . mike nesmith

too short. davy jones

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You and Davy had been dating for two years now. You two met at the barbers. You were a hairdresser and you were doing his hair. You aren't a hairdresser now.

Every weekend, you and Davy promised to spend the weekend together and do something fun, like play board games or something of that sort. This time, you decided to play monopoly with Mike, Micky, and Peter. Currently, Peter was winning (Surprisingly.)

Mike rolled the dye and got a six. He moved his little silver thimble ahead six spaces, landing on Micky's property. Mike groaned as he gave Micky his money.

You yawned, becoming a bit bored. You and Davy were both losing by a lot, not just a little bit. A LOT!

Micky was only ahead of you guys by a bit and Mike and Peter were ahead of all three of you by quite a bit now and it didn't look like it wasn't going to change throughout the game as well.

"Y/n, your turn." Davy nudged you slightly.

"Oh sorry." You snapped out of it and giggled as you picked up the dye carefully. You threw it and got a four. You moved your piece forward four pieces and got the opportunity to buy "Boardwalk." You grinned, having enough money to do so. You bought the property and hoped everybody would land it.

"I was going to get that property next.." Mike grumbled under his breath.

You snickered mentally. "Ah well, you didn't!" You smiled evilly at him.

Peter looked at the board and played his turn. Afterwards he said, "Why don't we take a break?"

Micky checked the time. It read half past nine. "Holy smokes! It's getting late.." He said.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked, being the night owl he was, it wasn't considered that late at all.

Micky rolled his eyes. "Why don't we shove this game under the sofa to play later?" He asked, getting up and stretching a bit.

Mike thought about it. "Alright, fine." He got up as well and started to take care of the game board. Peter got up and helped Mike.

Davy looked over at you and smiled. "We'll get them tomorrow, love," He said playfully, kissing your cheek. You smiled back at him.

"I'm going to get ready for bed now," You said quietly. You yawned again.

"Alright, I mind as well do the same," Davy said, going to his and your room. You were bunking with Davy and Peter that night instead of on the sofa.

You went into the bedroom and looked through your littlest bag that you had brought with you. You looked for your nightgown. Once you found it, you headed over to the restroom to bathe and get ready for bed.

You soon made it out of the restroom, brushing through your hair with your fingers after drying it decently. You walked out and cracked your neck as you headed back to the room.

You smiled at the sight of your short boyfriend brushing his bangs with a black comb lazily. You looked to your right to see Peter reading a little story to his teddy bear.

You sat on the bed that you and Davy were going to share. You brushed your hair with an actual hairbrush now, making sure there was no tangles or anything of that sort.

Your boyfriend soon joined you in bed and you cuddled up in his arms as you two fell asleep together, his arms snugly around your waist and his face in your hair, your face in one of his pillows and a smile plastered on your face.

Unfortunately, you had a nightmare that woke you up from your peaceful sleep. It was after a few hours though of course, it now being around 2 AM. You shifted, your eyes wide. You sat up, causing Davy to grumble lightly. You looked around, nothing, but darkness around you. It frightened you a bit actually.

You blinked, shivering. You shifted again, swinging your legs over the bedside and getting up. Your knees were a bit wobbly as you stood there for a couple minutes, trying to remember your way to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. That would probably calm you down.

"What's a matter, darling?"

You turned at the sound of Davy's voice. "Shh," You said, putting a finger to your lips. You then realised that neither of you could see anything really.

"I'm just getting a glass of water," You said simply, turning back around and going to the kitchen.

Davy stood up and followed after you. "Here, I'll get it for you." He flicked on the lights and made sure that they weren't too bright.

He looked at the cabinets and reached for them. He couldn't quite reach, so he started to climb the counters to open it.

"Davy, don't!" You yelled very quietly, tugging at the material of his pajamas. "You could fall.." You said, sounding actually concerned. You would get it yourself, but you were too short, you being only 4'11".

"No I won't, don't worry," Davy reassured you, smiling. He stopped and looked at how worried you looked and sighed.

"Alright, fine, I'll come down." He slowly came off of the counters and looked at you. "How will I get you a glass of water now?" He asked, tilting his head.

You looked around and saw a glass a warm milk on the counter. You picked it up and spilled the rest of the milk in the sink. "I could use-"

"NO!" Davy yelled, slightly too loud. You slammed a hand over his mouth, telling him to be quiet again.

"That's disgusting, Y/n!!" He said, sounding extremely disgusted. "Yeh could get sick maybe!" He said, expressing his concern. You agreed with him and nodded, placing the cup down.

You two both sat there, trying to think of other ways to get a glass of water.

Wake up Mike? As if!

Wake up Micky? Never gonna happen-

Wake up Peter? He's snuggling his teddy bear, c'mon!

You mentally groaned and crossed your arms as you thought. Davy blinked and he suddenly grinned. "I have a plan."

"What is it?" You asked, uncrossing your arms.

"Y'know the game chicken, right?" Davy asked you. You nodded.

"Yeah, why?"

"Yeh could get on my shoulders and get yourself a glass!" Davy suggested, his grin returning.

You grinned in response. "That sounds like a good idea.. What if we get hurt though?" You asked after thinking about a bit.

"Don't worry, you can hold onto the cabinet if you really wanted to.." Davy said reassuringly.

You sighed. "Fine."

Davy crouched down as you carefully climbed onto his shoulders. He stood up, holding your thighs tightly so you wouldn't fall. "Be careful now."

You nodded and felt around for the cabinet with your hands. Although the light was on, it was still very dim. You felt something long and cold, gripping it. You pulled it back and smiled as you heard a small clicking sound.

You reached your hand into the cabinet and felt around for some sort of glass you could of used to get yourself some water. Once you found a good enough glass, you gripped it and pulled it out fast.

As you pulled it out, you knocked over two wine glasses. The two glasses smashed against the ground, the glass shattering everywhere. You panicked, your eye she widening.

Davy backed up and thought you got hurt from the glass. You wobbled a bit as he moved back, the other glass slipping from your hand and falling against the floor, breaking as well.

"I'm sorry!" You whisper yelled.

You heard someone shift and two people standing up.

"What was that?" Micky said, running down the stairs, Mike following.

Peter stood up and went out into the livingroom, flicking the lights on. He looked at you guys, looking concerned.

Mike looked at the glass and then at you two. "What in tarnation!" He exclaimed, his Texan accent thick.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so so sorry-" You kept apologising, covering your face and feeling embarrassed. Your cheeks were bright pink.

Davy crouched down and got you off his shoulders. "She was thirsty and I was going to get her a glass of water.."

"And you were too short?" Mike asked. Micky was trying not to laugh.

"Yeah!" Davy said, being completely honest.

"Couldn't you of just gotten on the counter?" Micky asked.

"He could of gotten hurt," Peter spoke up.

"I would get it myself, but I accidentally woke up Davy and..." You rambled off, looking away. You apologised for the millionth time.

Mike burst out laughing. "Alright, you two have to get new glasses in the morning.. Got it shorties?" He said, being one hundred percent serious.

You and Davy just sighed. You were going to get teased about this for years..

== alright story time- i finished this yesterday, march first- and I saved it, but it didn't save right and i had to rewrite it all over again-

== i feel so bad rip- anyway, this was dedicated to @rocketqueen96 cos y'know- sorry if it's bad!

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