Sebastian Stan Imagines

Tommy Lee - It's The Most Stressful Time, of the Year

Summary: You have worked so hard to make the Christmas with Motley Crue to be perfect, but you had forgotten that nothing is perfect.

(Except Sebastian Stan 🤭)

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You recounted the gifts again.

You had seven presents to give.

One to Tommy, Mick, Nikki, Vince, and including their wives (except Tommy.)

The Crue was coming over to you and Tommy's house for Christmas, and it stressed you out so much.

"And you have the stuffing ready?" You asked Vince, who was on the phone with you, as you jumped down the rest of your stairs, rushing the the kitchen. "And the bread? Oh, make sure Courtney knows I have more flour. Oh, and Vince, make sure—"

"Y/n," Vince said, having you stop talking. "Everything will be fine, okay? It's just Christmas. It'll be okay."

You nodded.

"Sorry, Vince," You said, sitting down at the island, to rub your forehead. "I just think Tommy deserves a good Christmas."

"The best gift he got is you," Vince said. "Stop stressing about it, and go spend time with him. I'm pretty sure he's in bed, because before you called me I tried to call him."

You nodded.

"Okay," You said. "See you in a few."

"See you," Vince said, smiling before hanging up.

You raced upstairs, opening the door, to see Tommy, snuggling with your pillow, fast asleep.

He looked so peaceful, his black hair covering his face, his eyelashes resting on his cheekbones, and his body moving up and down gently.

You crept into the room, turning on the lamp, and running your fingers through his hair.

"Tommy?" You whispered. "Tommy?" You said a bit louder."

His eyes slowly opened, and he looked up at you, smiling.

"Hey sugar cube," He said.

"Hey," You said. "Merry Christmas."

Tommy grumbled.

"Same as yesterday," Tommy said.

"Tommy—"

"I don't understand why we had to invite the Crue over when it could be just us," Tommy said.

"Don't talk like that," You said. "You love the Crue."

Tommy narrowed his eyebrows, rolling onto his back, and opening his arms.

"Cuddle me first," He said.

You laughed, shaking your head as you fell onto's Tommy's body.

He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you all over your head, before pecking your lips.

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"IT'S THE MOST, STRESSFUL TIME, OF, THE YEAR!" You shout-sang, dancing around the kitchen as you whipped up the Pumpkin Pie batter. "When you have lots of friends but no money what can you do?"

"Sugar cube," Tommy said, walking into the kitchen. "1, those aren't the lyrics, and 2, this is what happens when you miss a session with your therapist."

"Oh, shut up!" You said, playfully, flicking a bit of flour at his black tank-top.

"Hey!" Tommy said. "That's my tank-top, sugar!"