Sebastian Stan Imagines

Tommy Lee - Body Image

Credits: Credits to Victoria Galdyn on Pinterest for inspiring this idea. (This is her whole imagine, I just did the whole speaking stuff but this is all her. :) I just changed some ideas because this is Tommy.

Summary: "You have been dealing with body image your whole life. You have never thought you as pretty as other girls. You hated leaving the house and looking in the mirror. To you it was a constant reminder of your insecurity." -Victoria Galdyn imagine inspiration. 

(Date night credit to Victoria as well <3)

Warning: Mention of eating disorder.

You covered all the mirrors in the bathroom, and spun all the stand up mirrors in your room. 

You sometimes wondered how you were dating the all famous Tommy Lee. But he chose you. But you didn't feel you were chosen. You felt like it had to be. 

Curled up on the ground, leaning against your bed, you tried to stay away from the kitchen. 

You doodled in your notebook, drawing random shapes and images, until Tommy came home.

"FRIDAY NIGHT MY LOVELY SUGARCUBE!" He boomed, swinging the bedroom door open, having you jump. 

"Jesus Christ, Tommy," You said.

"Sorry!" He apologized, sitting down next to you and wrapping you in his arms, kissing your head. "Date night tonight!"

Your face fell.

How were you gonna eat in front of him?

"It's okay," You thought. "Just ignore girls, get a salad. You'll be fine."

"Sugarcube?" Tommy whispered. "You okay?"

You smiled, a fake one.

"Of course!" You said. "Can I wear sweatpants though? I don't feel like wearing a dress and heels tonight."

"Wear whatever you want," Tommy said. "I don't care."

You smiled, pecking his lips. 

You stood up, grabbing some grey sweatpants, a baggy jersey, and your high tops.

You went into your bathroom to change, feeling too insecure to change in front of Tommy.

You threw on your baggy jersey, pulled on your sweatpants, laced up your high tops, and combed your hair.

Tommy walked in, wearing black jeans, a tank top, and his white high tops. He kissed your cheek, watching as you combed your hair and ran your fingers through it. Tommy watched you with a smile.

"Okay, let's go," You said, setting down the comb and pulling Tommy out of the house.

You both walked down to the restaurant a couple blocks down hand in hand, Tommy stealing glances at you.

How he admired you in sweatpants, baggy jerseys, and your high tops. He hates to admit it, but seeing you in a dress, he knows it's not your style. But he loves you either way.

You both walked in the restaurant, a small murmur filling the air.

The waitress you both knew by heart took you both to your favorite spot.

He gave you two menus and glasses of water to start with. He went back over to seat more guests.

You scanned the menu for a salad, ignoring the heavy meat section.

Tommy watched you.

"Sugarcube," He said, having you look up. "The burgers are on the other side."

"I don't want a burger," You said, swinging one arm across your stomach. Your eye caught a beautiful woman in a slim blue dress, laughing with her male partner. She was perfect. You frowned, looking away.

"But you always get them," Tommy said.

"I had a big lunch," You lied. Tommy nodded, his eyes squinted and looking at you weirdly. "What?"

"That's not normal," He said. "You almost never eat lunch." 

"Well, every day is different," You said, shrugging your shoulders. 

"What'd you eat?"

"Tommy, drop it," You said. "I'm fine. It's just I feel funny today and I just don't feel like a burger. I want a salad."

Tommy lost it. His jaw dropped.

"A salad?!" He said. "Since when do you eat salads?"

"Well, maybe if you were home more you'd-" You stopped. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

Tommy squinted his eyes again.

"You're not eating," He said, his eyes widening. "No wonder why there aren't any dishes in the sink or the washer!"

"Or maybe I just wash them by hand and put them back," You said, trying to make sure he doesn't figure it out. He would definitely lose it if he figured out you weren't eating.

"Sugarcube," He said, tilting his head forward. "Tell me the truth. Have you been eating?"

"...No..." You said, quietly, almost a whisper. Tommy caught his head with his hand, rubbing his eye. "I've been starving myself. Anything I eat I throw it up. I'm jealous, Tommy. I'm insecure. You wanna know why the mirror is covered up? It's because I can't stand the sight of me. I don't wanna go out in public because I see so many pretty girls. Why can't I be like them? Why can't I be skinny and pretty, and look attractive? Why can't I just be...me?"

Tommy took a few minutes to process everything you said.

"Oh sugarcube," He whispered. "Why didn't you talk to me?"

"Because I didn't want you to worry," You said. "You have other problems you have to deal with. You shouldn't have to deal with mine either."

"You're problems are my problems," Tommy said. "We're in this together no matter what you think, okay?"

You smiled. 

"Let's go eat at home," He said. "I think I still have some leftover (Your/Favorite/Pasta.)"

You stood up with Tommy, holding his hand as you both walked back to your house.

When you both arrived, he turned to look at you. You looked at him, and he placed both hands on your cheeks. Leaning forwards, he kissed you lovingly, running his tongue on the bottom lip.

"Don't ever feel insecure," He said. "You're safe with me. There is no one more attractive then you. You are everything to me. The crew loves you, and I love you. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You pecked his lips, and he opened the door, leading you inside. 

When you both ate dinner, Tommy did the dishes, then took you upstairs for bed. He uncovered the mirrors.

"C'mere," He said, grabbing your baggy T-Shirt and shorts for pajamas. "Let me care for you."

Without knowing the mirrors were uncovered, you stepped into the bathroom. You immediately closed your eyes when you saw yourself.

"Hey," Tommy said. "Look at me."

You slowly opened your eyes, avoiding contact with yourself and looking at Tommy through the mirror. 

"Now look at yourself," Tommy said, softly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, one hand still holding your pajamas. You shuddered, slowly looking at yourself.

You saw a little girl, on the edge of tears, her body being held by the man she loved. The girl was insecure, but with him, she knew she was safe.

You reached up a hand, touching your cheekbone, before pulling away. 

"You're beautiful," Tommy whispered in your ear, kissing your head. He handed you your pajamas, leaving you in the bathroom to change. You did, and stepped back into the dark bedroom. You climbed into bed, Tommy's arms instantly wrapping around you.

He pulled you into his bare chest, kissing you all over your face and lingering at your lips. 

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you,"