Sebastian Stan Imagines

- Drummer boy -

"Y/n, don't be a loser, its only a club. Nothing bads gonna happen" your bestfriend yelled from her room.

You were currently sitting on the edge of your bed, contemplating on whether or not you should go with her to the club.

Clubs weren't really your thing...anymore, you were now more of a quiet person and usually kept to yourself. Alexandra, Your best friend. Told you that you needed to get out more, have fun like 'the good old days.' But thats exactly what you were afraid of. You used to be fun, always finding parties, getting drunk and having fun...you also woke up in a new man's bed every Saturday night but you don't like to talk about that, you don't want to be known as a whore.

"I dont even have any of my old clothes left" you grumbled as Alexandra walked back into your room.

"Borrow some of mine. Now hurry up and let's go" he grabbed your hand and pulled you up off of the bed before jogging to her closet and throwing a dress at you.

You grasp the edges, holding it up infront of your eyes to get a good look at it.

"Absolutely not."

"Whyyyy? its not even that bad."

"Where are the shoulder straps?"

"Right here, duh." She grabs the thin Spaghetti straps and holds it up for you to see.

"Alexandra. Those are basically non-existent"

"Stop being such a pussy and put it on." She rolled her eyes.

"Stop being such a pussy and put it on" you mock her with a whiney voice, earning a smack at the back of the head.

"Dont be a bitch"

You roll your eyes and undress, not caring that Alexandra was in the room. You've seen eachother naked before, it was no big deal to get changed infront of one another.

Slipping on the silky fabric you adjust little bits so it was comfortable, before walking over to your full body mirror and checking yourself out.

You hear a whistle from behind you and you see Alexandra standing behind you in the reflection. "You look hot"

"Really?" You look back at yourself. She wasn't wrong, the dress hugged your curves perfectly, the neck line just above you breasts, showing off some cleavage. Looking lower, you see the bottom of the dress end mid thigh showing off your amazing legs. "Damn. I am hot, I havent felt like this in ages"

"Cool, now get these shoes on and let's go" you shoves a pair of black heels into your arms before walking out the door to head to her car.

- THE CLUB -

Music blasts through the speakers and neon lights take over the room a new colour popping every time a beat sounds.

"I've missed this" you say turning to Alexandra only to see shes run off to dance with some guy.

Letting out a huff, you walk towards the bar to get a drink.

"What can I get you" the bartender yells over the loud music.

"4 shots of vodka" you say to her and she nods.

"Uh, actually make that 8" a voice says from behind you making you turn.

To say he was hot was an understatement. He wore a black singlet and black jeans with a chain that hung off his right hip. He had tattoos running down his pale arms, and dark hair that ended just below his brown eyes. He looked oddly familiar.

"Hi" he yells smiling, looking you up and down and biting his lip.

"Hi" you yell back.

"I'm Tommy" he holds his hand out which you take. Then it clicked. He's Tommy Lee, drummer in the famous band Mötley Crüe. 

"I know who you are Drummer boy. I'm Y/n" you shake his hand and he bring it up to his pink lips, giving it a kiss and you can feel the little beard on his chin brush your knuckles.

"Y/n" he whispers. "Thats a beautiful name"

"Thank you" you smile and turn to the bar and notice your drinks are ready.

Tommy moves to stand next to you and you slide over his 4 shots before taking your own and downing them.

"Wow" Tommy mutters watching you down 4 shots of vodka straight off the bat. He takes his own grabbing your hand. "Wanna dance?" He yells above the music.

You nod your head and lead him to the dance floor, alcohol already getting the best of you.

The rest of the night is filled with you and Tommy dancing and eventually making out in the corner of the club, on one of the couches.

Your sitting on his lap lips pressed against his, your tongues fighting for dominance when a hand taps your shoulder.

Parting from Tommy you turn "what?" You say agitated.

"Its time to go y/n, we said we were gonna be gone by 1" she said and you sighed, looking back at Tommy.

"Sorry, but I have to go" you get off his lap and he pouts.

"Wait!" He yells before searching his pocket and pulling out a marker grabbing your arm and writing down what you could only guess what is number.

"You just happen to have a marker in your pocket?" You smirk.

He laughs, "well princess. When your as famous as me, you learn to carry one around wherever you go" he kisses your knuckles again.

"Call me"

You nod, turning to head out the club with Alexandra.

Once you make it to the car you sigh happily, looking down at your arm which has his phone number next to a little heart.

"I bet you're glad I dragged you here huh." Alexandra smirked at you and you rolled your eyes in return.

"Shut up"