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Hello, everyone! I just want to say that we’ve gained a few new admins! I’m not sure how active any of us will be, but I feel like not very often is better than nothing! :) -Admin Alex

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Hi. I don't want to be a bother but are you still doing ships? I sent a request a few months ago and just want to make sure you got it.

We are still doing ships. Our inbox is hella backlogged and we are having a bit of a hard time getting to them all. I'm sure we got yours. :)- Admin Gibde

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Hi 😊

Hi. :)

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Hello! I was wondering if I could have a ship. I am 5'1, and I have long jet black hair and dark brown eyes. I am very, very serious, but then you get to know me and I'm like a cat on cat nip. I play the ocarina, I'm a Virgo, and I sing way too much.

I ship you with Davy! He would be attracted to your seriousness, and blown away by your quirkiness (for lack of a better word). I feel like your Virgo personalty and his Capricorn-ness would flow very well together. He’d love to listen to you sing or play the ocarina while he plays with your hair. Also, your tiny stature would be so cute to him, and he’d probably tease you about it, but then you’d remind him that he isn’t exactly the tallest person in the world either.

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Hi. If it's not too much to ask, can I request a fic where Micky takes you out on date, but the whole thing just turns into a huge disaster, with everything going horribly wrong, and by the end of the date, micky feels awful that it didn't go smoothly, and you have to reassure him that you had a good time, anyway. (Sorry, that was really wordy)

 “So basically I joined the Monkees and here I am today, making music and making people happy. I love playing the drums, it means that I can-” Micky went on and on, but you interrupted. 

“Tell me something you know about me” you offered, face in an expression of annoyance.                                                                                                               “Um…well…” He began, but had nothing.                                                               

“Exactly” you deadpanned “you haven’t let me speak all night”                   

“I’m sorry. I just… I’m really nervous around you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever really liked.” Micky’s hazel eyes looked into yours sincerely, not realising what he was doing. You sympathised with him, knowing how hard it was to find a genuine girl when there was fame in the way, and everyone was focused on you. 

“It’s fine, you’ve just been talking about yourself all night, you don’t actually know anything about me” you nervously laughed, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“Look I’m sorry, talk all night, I’m a good listener” he smiled, taking your hand to soften your anger.

“It’s fine, the second date I’ll talk all about myself. And the third? Maybe we can split it” you laughed, kissing his cheek. 

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“Michael!” You shriek loudly as your dream ends, sitting up in bed and clutching the sheets.

“(Y/N)?” You hear the Texan mumble beside you.

"What the hell? What happened? Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks worriedly after seeing the look on your face.

“Um,” you begin, almost too scared to talk, but then you look over at him and see the warmth in his eyes and a calmness washes over you.

"I had a dream and it… it really freaked me out,” you say, lip trembling, and you can’t help but tear up.

"Oh, baby, no,” Mike pulls you into his lap, switching the lamp on.

"Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. Just forget about it, darlin'. It can’t hurt you,” he whispers. “What do you need me to do? I’m guessing you don’t wanna go back to sleep,” he says, reading your mind, and you nod slowly, not seeing any interest in going back to bed.

"Let’s watch some movies, hm? And eat that left over pizza?” Mike gives you a small smile.

"Okay,” you agree, letting him carry you out to the lounge room.

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You glanced down at your trembling hands as your best friend handed you the bouquet of flowers. You were shaking like a leaf, which made your white dress crinkle with your movements.

“You ready?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah...Yeah.”

“Okay you can stop repeating it. I got it the first time,” your best friend laughed, giving you a tight hug. “You’re going to be okay. You love him, remember?”

“Yeah,” you squeak, getting choked up. Your dad popped his head through the door into the dressing room.

“Ready, honey?”

“Yeah,” you said, with a bit more confidence. You walked over to the door and looped arms with your dad, who escorted you into the hallway.

You two walked together to the entrance of the main hall. You could hear people chatting on the other side of the door. It made your heart race a bit, thinking of the plunge you were about to take.

“Here we go,” your dad said, smiling and squeezing your hand. He pushed the door open.

And there he was. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo, hands clasped in front and smile bright as the sun. You could see him swallow hard, trying to keep himself from crying. You sniffled as your dad led you to him, parading you down the aisle.

Your groom’s three bandmates were standing next to him, grinning and whispering excited jokes to each other.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” asked the preacher.

“I do,” responded your dad, giving your hand a little pat and your cheek a little kiss. “Love you, kiddo.”

You smiled at him before turning your eyes back to your groom. He grinned at you and grasped your hands.

“Hey,” he said, his voice wavering as he held back tears.

“Hey,” you said back.

“Ready?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

You both turned to the preacher and smiled.

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You guys haven't updated in a bit; y'all okay?

Hello, darling! I personally am doing very well, I've just been extremely busy, as I'm sure many of our other admins have been. Thank you for checking in on us! :)-Admin Alex

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Is the "in the works" section up to date? I don't mean to rush you at all, I know this stuff takes time

I just updated it (in the bio). And thank you for understanding, it means a lot. ❤️❤️❤️

-Admin Zoya

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Can you make one where like Micky gets hurt and you've known him for a long time and he's always had a crush on you and when your patching him up, he won't stop squirming because he gets nervous around you?

“Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N-”

“What?” You yell, cutting Micky off. He’d been calling you obnoxiously from the next room for the past five minutes.

“I think I sprained my ankle,” he said, hobbling into the living room and plopping down next to you on the couch, pouting. You frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner you idiot hold on let me get-” You kept rambling while you ran around searching for an ice pack and a first aid kit.

“Hold still,” you murmured when you found the previously mentioned items and sat back down.

Of course, since Micky was Micky, he couldn’t stop squirming around for the life of him. You finally had to resort to keeping the ice pack on his ankle and waiting for him to get the jitters out of his system so you could wrap up his ankle.

“How’d you even sprain your ankle?” You ask after a few moments of awkward silence. He started fidgeting with his fingers.

“I, uh, well, um, shelfchairfellankle” was all you could make out from his answer.

“What? Quit fidgeting and tell me in English.”

He repeated the same gibberish.

“Why are you so nervous?” You asked, confused at the lack of confidence he was displaying that was so unusual, coming from Micky.

He sighed.

“Fine. You got me. I really like you, Y/N. A lot. And you make me so nervous…  Which is why I can’t sit still.” Micky confessed, avoiding your eyes. You rolled your eyes, because even you knew about his crush on you.

So you grabbed his face and kissed him, which was completely natural because of course you liked him back.

He pulled away, a dazed look on his face.

“Wha-” he mumbled incoherently.

You noticed he wasn’t moving anymore and quickly wrapped up his ankle.

“There. All don-” You were interrupted by a pair of lips on yours.

You smiled; this relationship was going to whole new levels.

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When can we expect new material? :) I'm dying to read more!!

All of us are trying as hard as we can to write, but we simply don’t have the time! Don’t worry, though, I’m writing new material as we speak. Expect more soon!

-Admin Zoya

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Hello! I'd like a ship, please! I'm 5'4, with long wavy dark brown hair. I have dark blue eyes. I'm introverted and quite shy. I've taught myself guitar, and I'm working on bass. People tell me that I'm very funny, and I laugh a lot. I'm an artist, and I love doing portraits of my favorite bands. I love records, thrift stores, reading, animals (dogs, mostly), but most of all, I love music. Thank you!

I ship you with Peter! He would find your shyness so cute and would listen to your laughter, waitng until you finished so he could kiss the lips from where the beautiful sound was released. He’d love to listen to your jokes and admire your portraits of the many bands you draw so carefully. You two would compare and share your thoughts on different music and books. And at night, when you two lay in each other’s embrace, he would run his fingers through your hair and whisper lullabies into your ear.

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*whispers* morning after with davy? Please?

Sure thing, lovely lady.

You smiled at the thought of yours and Davy’s first time yesterday, and when you opened your eyes you saw a sparkly brown pair looking right back at you. He leaned forward and kissed you, as you basked in the glory of the air of innocence and love.

“I loved it last night. I couldn’t have picked a better person to be with.” Davy said, kissing you again and pulling the sheets back over you. ” "But are you ready for round 2?”

He winked at you and you blushed, but obliged. You decided to stay in bed all day, remembering and reminiscing about the night before, and the many more nights to come together.

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Imagine Mike teaching you to play the guitar

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Imagine bumping into Mike while grocery shopping, and the pack of eggs you happen to be carrying gets smashed between the two of you.

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I saw you were doing ships and I was wondering if I could please have one. I'm 5'3 I have green kinda blue eyes. I have long dark brown hair. I'm in university for psychology on a full scholarship. I play a lot of sports. I like to sing I play piano and guitar. Im left handed, a Sagittarius, my favorite color is red and I don't know what else to say. But thank you so much if you do happen to ship me (:

Not a problem! I ship you with Mike! You wouldget along quite well with him. He would have a great deal of respect for youramount of focus and the hard work it surely took to get a full scholarship. Hecould also relate to your concise and frank manner of speaking and leadershippotential. Your knowledge of psychology and your Sagittarian optimism will helpyou to understand and cheer him up whenever his Capricorn moodiness has himsulking. In addition, Nez would like the creative temperament that comes with youbeing left-handed. Your shared passion for playing music is yet another boon toyour relationship. The two of you will have some lovely,candlelit evenings, literally and figuratively making beautiful musictogether.