Sebastian Stan Imagines

Tommy Lee - Stalker Crüe

Summary: You walked into (Your/Favorite/Coffee/Shop), and found a man leaning back in his chair, staring at you the whole time.

You small bell rang when you opened the door to (Your/Favorite/Coffee/Shop). You stepped into the smell of coffee grains and bread, walking up to the counter to find the cashier you've known for awhile.

"You're usual?" Jessica asked.

"Yup," You said, popping the "p".

"Good, cause it has been pre-made," Jessica said, sliding the coffee to you. "Stay here. There's some things I need your help with."

"Well, I'm not in a rush," You said.

"Ohh, by the way," She said. "Mötley Crüe is here."

You choked on your coffee.

"What?!" You said. You have been a BIG fan of Mötley Crüe, and you were in LOVE with Tommy Lee.

"Yeah, Tommy's behind you," Jessica said. 

Swinging your body around, you saw the Mötley Crüe crew, sitting down at a counter near the window. And your eyes popped out when you saw Tommy.

His long, tattooed arms, his black hair, his piercings, and oh my god, his TANK TOP!

You could melt right there.

Jessica snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"Snap out of it," She hissed. "It's rude to stare."

"Says she," You said, rolling your eyes. Jessica handed you her laptop and some paper.

"The directions are on there," She said.

"What is this?" You asked.

"My taxes," She said. You scoffed.

"Every year," You mumbled.

"Please," She said. "Off my money this time."

You shook your head, sitting down at one of the round tables with a cushioned chair. 

You opened Jessica's laptop, starting to work on her taxes.

You took a sip of your coffee, looking up and stopping when your eyes met Tommy's.

He was looking at you. He smiled at you, looking back out the window and taking a sip of his drink.

"Holy shiiiiit," You thought. "Tommy Lee looked at me!"

You looked at Jessica, who was busy chatting with the other workers and heating up a croissant.

"Classic," You thought. 

You continued doing Jessica's taxes, and stopped when you saw Tommy from the corner of your eye stand up and start walking.

Towards you.

Your heart pounded, and Tommy sat in front of you.

You slowly looked up, meeting his cloudy blue eyes, his mint scented breath, and his tattoos.

"Tommy Lee," He said.

"Y-Y/n," You said. 

"Pretty," He said.

"Thanks...?" You said.

"Hey, don't be nervous," Tommy said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm a regular human being."

You tilted your head.

"Hmm," You said. "Well, not in my world."

Tommy laughed.

"What am I in your world?" He asked.

"Shit," You thought. "What should I say? Love of my life? Secret admirer? Secret boyfriend?"

"Someone who inspires me," You said. It was Tommy's turn to tilt his head.

"You see me as inspiration?" He said. You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. "That's new. Most people say secret boyfriend and love of their life."

"Well, thank GOD I didn't say any of those," You thought.

"Most be rough," You said. 

"Sometimes," He said. "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I work at a record store," You said. "And sometimes I help at Rolling Stone."

"Rolling Stone?!" Tommy said. "Holy shit! We've been trying so hard to get on the magazine."

You smiled.

"I'll do a recommendation," You said.

"Actually?" He said. "HEY BOYS!"

The rest of the crew turned their heads towards Tommy direction.

"This beautiful woman works at Rolling Stone!" Tommy yelled, having your heart flutter at 'beautiful'.

"REALLY?!" Nikki yelled. "ASK HER TO PUT US ON ROLLING STONE!"

"SHE SAID SHE'LL RECOMMEND US!" Tommy yelled, having the whole team cheer. "Thank you so much, Y/n. You are the best."

"And you don't even know me," You said, sadly. Tommy smiled, gently grabbing your arm and taking a pen out from his pocket. He wrote his number down on your arm.

"Not for long,"