monkee one shots

part 1/2 . groupie . mike nesmith

It was January 21st, 1967, only a mere year after The Monkees had made it big on television, and only a mere year of when you lost your heart to a certain tall Texan from the same group: Mike Nesmith.

He was handsome in every way imaginable from the way his long fingers would pick and pick at the strings of his guitar to the way his thick dark sideburns would outline that carefully clenched jaw of his.

Oh, God, he was stunning, and you simply had to see him in person! So when tickets to see the group hit the market, you were sure to get them right away before they'd be all gone. Luckily, you were able to snag a pair of tickets, one for you, and one for your best friend, b/f/n.

You were thrilled and couldn't wait to see them live on a huge stage with bright lights and high energy. This was one of their very first shows, in Phoenix, Arizona, to be exact, and although it was January, it was still hot out.

Because of this, you had more of an excuse to wear something.. Short.. Something short and that would hug your upper thigh to show off your soft legs. That'd for sure get Mike's attention some way or another, and it did exactly that.

At the concert that night, you wore an orange mini skirt and short sleeved band t-shirt that you bought there. It was cute and mostly black, except for the pops of colour that were the boys' faces. All and all you were satisfied... For now...

"Where should we try to squeeze into?" B/f/n asked, looking over at you before looking back around. The place was packed full of mostly anxious teenage girls who were desperate to see all of the boys. "We could try to go to the front if you want, but I dunno if we'll be able to get there before anyone else.."

"Well, not with that attitude! Let's go," You retorted. Gently, yet tightly, you grabbed her hand and started your journey to the front of the crowd of girls that seemed to only get bigger with each passing second.

Surprisingly, you were able to get up there, but it was hard to breathe with how many other just as eager girls were up with, wearing their own Monkees shirts and having their own banners. Speaking of banners, b/f/n forgot hers in the car!

"Oh, shoot, the banner we made," She/he brought up with a little groan. They didn't want to have to go through all those people again, especially since the show was going to begin soon.

"Run out there quick, you'll make it back before they start," You reassured, tossing your keys casually to them. With that, you were on your own and were going to be for nearly the whole concert since you overestimated b/f/n's abilities to maneuver a crowd.

Nonetheless, you had a blast! You sang your heart out to every song, knowing every word by heart. This was all that you could dream of, considering how you were really going to see Mike.

I mean, your spot was fantastic for just that; you could see everything and made sure to take advantage of it.

You could see the beams of sweat on their foreheads and the frizz of their hair from hairspray or just the daily bustle, whatever it may have been. What else you saw, or at least swore you saw, was Mike's eyes fixed on you throughout the show.

You had to admit being up there made you blush, so you hoped he hadn't noticed you because of that, but you'd find out soon enough because you were planning to sneak back stage to meet them somehow.

After the show, you didn't hesitate to make your way towards the side of the stage with the other girls that had been standing up there. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you grew closer and closer, being able to see the tops of the stars' heads as they towered over their teenage fan base.

Bright L.A. grins were plastered on their faces you observed, and they were shaking hands rapidly with one hand and signing things with the other. Excited was an underestimate of how you were feeling now.

Finally getting close enough to the group, you went to first introduce yourself to Mike. Lucky for you, there wasn't as many fans surrounding him due to the fact that he had a wife. He looked at you first and put his hand out for you to shake. "What's your name, darlin'?"

Meeting his eyes, you felt your stomach flip and get tied into knots. You weren't a teenager like the rest of the fan girls up there, but you felt like one then and there, feeling like you were just about to confess your love to your very first crush. "Y/n, Mike," You replied and shook his held out hand, nearly forgetting what words sounded like compared to his savored voice.

"Come with me, Y/n," He replied, then grabbing at your wrist. Beginning to lead you back behind the stage, you felt your heart beat harder and harder to the point where you thought you were going to pass out right on the spot.

Mike took notice of your ecstatic energy early on. "You alright, mm? Y/n?"

You nodded. "Yes, sir," You answered, now standing there with him. She hadn't picked on it until now, but your knees were shaking, and your breath seemed to hitch every few moments.

A small grin tugged at the Texan's lips. He was amused with how you were acting simply being around him. He placed a hand on your hip gingerly, using his other hand to feel upon your curves. He didn't look up at your eyes just yet, teasing you only more so.

"Good, cause I don't wanna scare ya off," He spoke smoothly. His hand moved to your back and to your soft y/c/h locks, grabbing a handful of it. "Mmm, what's it you want now, honey? An autograph?"

You knew what you wanted, and you knew that he knew too. It was driving you insane feeling his large hands touch up on you, and you only wanted it to continue on. Biting your lower lip, you took a deep breath and made the first bold move of the night, kissing upon those sweet sweet lips of his.

Mike's hands moved up to cup your face as he kissed you in return. He cornered you up against the wall, trapping you between him and the cold surface.

His kiss and the coolness of the wall sent shivers down your spine. You tilted your head into the kiss, never wanting this night to end now that you were officially backstage with the 'love of your life.' You pulled back momentarily.

You felt his hot breath against your flushed face, and you met his eyes for maybe the second time that night. "You know what I want, Mike."

"Do I?" He questioned, smirking. Seeing you be so easily flustered got him even more eager to take you back to the hotel that night. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," You told him without shame. What was there to hide? You were already back there where you weren't necessarily supposed to be if you were just a 'fan,' and you kissed him on the lips as if he was yours when he wasn't.

Mike placed sweet kisses up your neck, leaving you breathless for possibly the millionth time in that mere hour. "Meet me out back in the parking lot in thirty minutes, I'll be there then."

== hope y'all like the first part of this one shot !! i've never really written anything like this before , so i enjoy you lovelies enjoy it <3 :))

== i'll be sure to get the second part uploaded soon , along with a couple other one shots hehe