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𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙀 ;; 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 tv verse davy jones
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The Monkees felt like they were on top of the world. One fantastic gig after the other, and they were beaming like little kids in a candy store. They were surely on their way to the top (or at least somewhere near it).
As they packed up after one particular performance, Micky noticed a familiar face in the now sparse crowd.
"Hey, Y/N! How was your date?"
The girl gave the boys a tight smile in greeting. Y/N had been living a little down the street from the band for a while now. She'd come to the pad and ask for sugar or bring over muffins. She had even spent the night, in what Peter would excitedly call a "neighbor slumber party!", a few times. Each Monkee knew and adored her. One a little more than the others.
Davy considered himself a romantic.
He had always loved love and all the things that went along with it. But, as of late, he'd find himself feeling lost. A horrible feeling that ate away at his mind and soul. Davy spent most nights restless with only one thing on his mind: her.
He liked the way she'd smile when the front door to the pad opened. The way she'd shuffle in, exchanging hugs and greetings with each boy. The way she'd sit next to him, her shoulder brushing against his when she'd laugh. Davy felt his entire being take off like a rocket whenever she was near. And as she stood in the small banquet hall with a dejected expression, he could practically hear his heart breaking for her.
Y/N pulled her hair out of its updo with a sigh, "Hi, fellas. It was okay, I guess. I don't think he was too interested in me."
She took a seat on the edge of the stage and swung her feet back and forth. Mike sat down next to her and clapped a friendly hand on one of her sagging shoulders.
"I don't believe that! C'mon, cheer up, shotgun."
She embarrassedly frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to push my problems onto you all."
"Oh, it's okay! It's a good break from our own problems," Peter waved his hand in dismissal.
A beat of silence passed before the boys retreated backstage to continue packing up their instruments and such. Davy had never felt more grateful that he played the tambourine.
Y/N looked up from her lap and sadly smiled. Davy blinked and attempted to push his feelings to the side with a harsh swallow. She needed a friend, and that's what he'd be. Hell, if she needed a lung he's sure he would give it to her.
"You know... it's his loss, love," He spoke softly. He felt somewhat awkward with her despite the amount of times they had been left alone. The words "be her friend" echoed in his head and made him forget how to act.
Y/N chuckled and brought up a hand to wipe her wet eyes, "Thanks, Davy, but... I'm honestly starting to think that I'm the problem."
"Nonsense!"
Davy knew he could've just kept his mouth shut. He knew he could've said "Bummer!" and gone himself to sulk. But him and his mouth; he just doesn't know when to stop. He took quick steps and sat next to her on the empty stage. With drawn in eyebrows and a sympathetic frown, he watched her sigh heavily.
"I think I'll just... run away and become a nun," She said. Despite herself, Y/N's voice cracked at the end of the sentence. She really didn't want to cry in front of him yet tears slid down her cheeks. She felt embarrassed and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of her handsome neighbor.
He scooted closer to her and Y/N avoided his stare, trying to not give in to his warm eyes.
Sniffling, she laughed through the tears, "Jeez, how pathetic can I get?"
Davy pouted and reached out, softly squeezing her hand, "I promise you're not pathetic. Guys are just jerks."
He watched Y/N with a heavy heart. He loved her, he truly did. And yet, he didn't know how to start his confession of love; despite the amount of times he's dreamt about it. Davy searched his brain but couldn't find the right words to say.
The girl felt her reserve start to crumble as they sat thigh to thigh. She turned her head to finally look him in the eye. She could make out little details on his face. His slight frown, his long eyelashes, and bushy eyebrows.
And she saw stars in his eyes.
She noticed that they were different from the stars he had with other girls. These stars almost blinded her. There was a whole universe in those dark brown eyes. She wondered if her eyes had the same shining stars in them.
Finally he spoke, voice soft and laced with heartache: "You deserve so much better, Y/N."
She seemed to break down as soon as the last syllable of her name left his lips. She fell into his arms with a sob. They held each other tight, feeling the other's heartbeat. Y/N buried her head in his neck and fought back a new wave of hot tears. She truly felt so safe with him, so loved.
When the hug was broken, she stared deep into those dark brown eyes. Davy looked back and forth between her eyes and lips. He felt an almost magnetic force pulling him into her.
"May I?"
Always the gentleman. Y/N couldn't stop the grin from growing on her lips. She nodded her head eagerly, leaning in even more.
In one swift movement Davy cupped her cheeks and his lips were on hers in a passionate kiss. Emily placed her hands on his forearms and squeezed, making sure this wasn't a dream. With a tilt of his head, the kiss deepened and Davy knew he could die a happy man in that moment.
The tenderness of the kiss and Davy's hold on her face made Y/N's heart jump out of her chest and do laps around the room.
Unbeknownst to the kissing couple, the three other Monkees had popped their heads into the room. They held back shouts and silently cheered. They scurried back behind the stage with crazy grins.
They pulled away breathlessly, but stayed close. Y/N couldn't help but lean forward and place another soft kiss on Davy's lips.
He bashfully smiled and held her tightly. Forehead to forehead and heart to heart.
"The night is still young, darling. What'dya say we go somewhere?"
With that, they were gone into the night with wild grins adoring their faces.
