A/n: Some of you guys wanted the Mötley Crüe Tour, so that's what I'm gonna do now because I'm at the airport, by flight doesn't leave until another hour 😭. This series will have lots of fluff, and I may turn it into a separate book if I feel like it :) Let me know if you enjoyed this!
Summary: Probably no summary for this series; just touring afterwards and restaurants and issues 'n stuff.
Warning: This series will contain a LOT OF FLUFF! <3Tour Destination: Mexico City, Mexico
You, Tommy, and the whole Mötley Crüe band sat in a big van, the driver Josh taking all of you to Mexico City, Mexico.
It was about 1.8k miles which equals a 32 hour drive, stopping every few hours. It would probably take a few days. But, you guys left a week early.
"You guys excited?" You asked, opening a can of (Your/Favorite/Drink.)
"I guess," Vince said. "We haven't really practiced, so it'll be new to get back again."
"No practice?" You said, taking a sip of your drink.
"It was a late notice," Tommy grumbled, one arm swung around you.
"How's the house been?" Nikki asked.
"A mess," Both you and Tommy said.
"You guys really should hire a servant or something,"Greg said.
"Y/n is my servant," Tommy said, and you shot a glare at him.
"What did you just say?" You said.
"Oh shit," Tommy said. "Sorry sugarcube, I wasn't thinking. That's my bad."
"Yup, that is your bad," You said, wrinkling your forehead.
You moved to sit across from him, and Tommy frowned.
"Hey, you guys, we're pulling up at the hotel," Josh said.
"Thanks J," Nikki said. "If everyone has their reservations this will make things a lot easier."
"Yup," Everyone said. Nikki nodded.
A few minutes later, Josh pulled the van up at the hotel, which everyone exited and entered the big hotel.
You and Tommy got to your guys rooms, and it was late. It was safe to say you were tired.
You took a quick shower, throwing a robe on yourself before snuggling into bed.
Tommy wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him.
"Love you," He mumbled, kissing the back of your neck.
You hummed.
"Love you too," You said.
===
About a week later, everyone finally arrived at Mexico City.
The crew finally practiced, and Tommy seemed to enjoy himself.
You and the other wives of the band, stood, watching them with smiles.
"How's Tommy?" Courtney, Nikki's wife asked.
"He's been..." You said, thinking. "I think a bit stressed. Trying to keep everyone in order, make sure I'm okay, quit bad habits, it's been a lot for him."
Courtney nodded.
"Nikki's been the same," She said. "He really wanted to get the team back together. He would not shut up about it."
You chuckled.
"Tommy did whatever he could to keep that topic away," You said.
Courtney tilted her head.
YOU ARE READING
Sebastian Stan Imagines
Fanfiction'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'Includes'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*' ~Sebby Stan ~Bucky Barnes ~Tommy Lee ~Lance Tucker ~Carter Baizen ~Nick Fowler ~Chris Beck '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'Requests Are Always Open'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*' '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'Q&A Is Always Aloud'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'