Sebastian Stan Imagines

Tommy Lee - Party

Summary: With the World Tour, Nikki and Vince think it's time for a celebration...

Warnings: Cursing...I mean, it's Motley Crue, c'mon.

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"Do we have to go?" You whined, clinging onto Tommy.

He kissed your forehead.

"As much as I would like to stay here next to you," Tommy said. "I already promised Vince I'd bring the drinks."

"Asshole," You muttered.

Tommy chuckled, kissing the bottom of your jaw.

"You love me," He said.

"Maybe a little," You said. "How about you go and I'll stay here?"

"But I want my sugar cube to be there with me," Tommy said, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

You sighed, dramatically.

"Fiiiine," You said. "But I deserve cuddles after."

"All the cuddles you want," Tommy said, kissing your lips, before pulling away and getting out of the bed.

You pulled on a baggy shirt that went down to your knees that said, "Dr. Feelgood", volleyball shorts, and black platform high tops, with a custom chain that said "Motley Crue".

You tucked just the front of your shirt onto your shorts, in a fashionable way, before placing sunglasses on your head.

"You look great," Tommy said, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. "I promise we won't be gone for long."

You hummed, nestling into his ches.

He was wearing blue jeans with multiple belts, a white tank-top, with white high tops.

He had a pair of shades on his head.

You kissed his shoulder, that had tattoos of China designs, and he ran his fingers through your hair, before pulling you out of the door.

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"THE LOVERS OF THE BAND HAS SHOWN UP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Mick announced through the mic, and all the attention went towards you two.

All the men looked a you, licking their lips and mumbling.

You clung onto Tommy's arms.

"Are they looking at you, sugar?" He whispered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close to him.

"Mhm," You said.

"Stay close," He said.

The whole band met up at the bar, which Tommy gave the bartender his alcohol to, and everyone said hi to you, pulling you in for a hug.

"Where are the ladies?" You asked.

"Sleeping," Vince said, shaking his head.

"I don't fucking know," Nikki said.

"Probably drunk somewhere," Mick said.

You looked at Tommy, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Thanks for coming anyways," Nikki said.

You hummed, crossing your arms.

You gave Tommy a small smile, before slipping out from his arm and going to the other side of the bar.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked you, in a British accent.

"Lavender martini, please," You said, rubbing your forehead.

"Sure," He said. He started making your drink, eyeing you. "You apart of the Crue?"

You nodded, taking the drink from him.

"Who's your man?" He asked.

"Tommy Lee," You said, taking a sip.

"Wow, you can deal with tattoo man?" He said.

You smiled.

"I love that man," You said. "And his tattoos are unique."

"What's your name?" The bartender asked.

"Y/n Lee," You said.

"Tom," He said, holding out his hand. "Tom Holland."

You shook it.

You could feel a pair of eyes on you.

No, take it back, a lot of eyes on you.

"Hey pretty girl," A man said. "Care for a dance?"

You turned your body, to see a man wearing a baggy shirt with ripped jeans, looking at you.

You leaned against the counter, sipping your martini, eyeing him.

"I'm good," You said, spinning back around.

The mans hands met your waist.

"You're missing out," He whispered, in your ear.

"Alright, parties over," Tommy said, ripping the man's hands off you. "She said she's good. Leave her alone. She's mine."

"Ooh, the Tommy Lee getting feisty?" The man asked.

"Don't push it," Tommy said, barely a whisper.

"Leave it, Tommy," You said.

"We're leaving," Tommy said, taking you by the hand, and pulling you away.

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When you both got home, you unlaced  shoes, kicking them off your feet and climbing up the stairs.

Tommy changed into just sweatpants, revealing all his tattoos.

You changed into a comfier outfit, before crawling onto his chest.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you, meeting your lips in a loving, passionate kiss.

"I love you so much," He said, running his fingers through you hair.

"I love you more," You said, kissing his lips once more.