Band Oneshots x Reader

Wild Ride (Tommy Lee)

The bus was vibrating with the pulse of heavy bass as the night fell over the city. I could feel the excitement crackling in the air, a tangible energy that mirrored the chaos inside my chest. I'd never been on a tour bus before, let alone one belonging to Mötley Crüe, but tonight was different.

I sat on a plush couch, the worn leather cool against my skin, as laughter and music surrounded me. My eyes were drawn to Tommy Lee, who was casually leaning against the bar, a mischievous glint in his eye. His laughter was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile as he regaled the group with wild stories from the road.

Suddenly, he caught my gaze and winked, a playful smirk stretching across his face. My heart raced. There was something magnetic about him—the way he moved, the way he made everything seem like a thrilling adventure.

"Hey, you!" he called out, striding over with that effortless swagger. "You wanna join in on the fun?"

I nodded, feeling a rush of exhilaration. "What do you have in mind?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing. "How about we take this party up a notch? I know a little game we can play."

Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back of the bus. The atmosphere shifted, filled with a sense of mischief as we squeezed into a cozy corner. The rest of the band continued their raucous laughter, but in that moment, it felt like it was just Tommy and me.

"Okay, here's the deal," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I ask you a question, and you have to answer truthfully. Then it's your turn. No holding back."

I couldn't help but grin. "Sounds fun. What's your first question?"

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" he asked, leaning back, clearly enjoying the moment.

I hesitated, then decided to share a wild memory from my past. As I spoke, Tommy listened intently, his gaze locked on mine, encouraging me to keep going. When I finished, he burst into laughter, the sound filling the small space around us.

"Okay, I see you! Your turn," I said, feeling a rush of boldness.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against my skin. "What's something you've always wanted to do but haven't had the chance?"

My heart raced as I pondered the question. "I've always wanted to perform on stage, even just for a moment," I confessed, a little shyly. "To feel that connection with the crowd."

Tommy's eyes lit up. "We can make that happen," he said, a glint of mischief in his gaze. "What if you jumped on stage with us next time?"

I laughed nervously, not sure if he was serious. "You're joking, right?"

"Not at all. I'm dead serious. You'd own it." He flashed that signature grin, and my doubts began to fade.

As we continued our playful banter, the world outside faded away. The bus felt like a universe of its own, a whirlwind of laughter, music, and unrestrained energy. With Tommy beside me, everything felt possible.

Before I knew it, the game faded into the background, and we were lost in conversation, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter. He had this way of making everything feel exhilarating, like every moment was a new adventure waiting to unfold.

"Hey," he said suddenly, looking deep into my eyes. "You're something special, you know that?"

My heart fluttered at his words. "I could say the same about you."

He smiled, a genuine warmth in his expression. The chemistry between us crackled, electric and undeniable. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of rock and roll, I felt an exhilarating connection that promised wild rides ahead.

As the night continued and the music blared, I knew that this was just the beginning of something unforgettable.