Zemo x Reader

My ideal Friday night is one spent inside, curled up in an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun, reading a new book. I know, I'm not like the other girls. I was on edge because my friends said they'd drag me to the club with them, whether I wanted to or not. I sighed as I looked in my mirror wearing my new dress that matched my sparkling y/e/c orbs. I let my hair out of its usual messy bun, and let it fall over my shoulders. All dressed up and with make up painted on I barely looked like myself. A knock on the door startled me from my thoughts.

"Get your ass out here, Y/N, let's go!" My best friend yelled.

I grabbed my heels on the way out, and stumbled because I'm clumsy and used to wearing converse.

"That's what you're wearing, Y/N?" My best friend's other best friend who I don't like hissed.

"You guys are the ones who dragged me out in the first place," I rolled my eyes.

When we got to the club it was only a matter of seconds before my friends abandoned me, as I expected. I sat down at the bar without grabbing a drink and just stared at my feet as I swung them back and forth. I would much rather be reading right now. I reached for my purse and sighed in disappointment, as I remembered my best friend through away the big purse I kept a book in for emergencies, and replaced it with a less than ideal smaller purse. I put my elbow on the counter and rested my chin and my hand, watching all of the people dance and have fun.

Amongst the crowd someone caught my eye, and I couldn't place why. He nodded along to the music and snapped his fingers. His dancing was so simply but somehow so sexy. I was mesmerized, and I felt like I was being hypnotized. I couldn't help but walk towards him. I stumbled on my way over to him because I struggle in heels, and he caught me in his strong arms.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I blushed, holding onto his arms for support.

"Looks like you fell for me," the handsome man with a German accent smirked.

I stared into his beautiful chocolate orbs, that I lost myself in, for longer than what would be socially acceptable, but since when was I someone to do anything socially acceptable.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," I said, blushing and fiddling with my fingers.

"That's a beautiful name," he said, smirking, "I'm Zemo."

What a unique name, I thought to myself. I like unique, normal is boring. And judging by his sexy moves, I bet he is nothing but boring.

"Can I offer you a drink, Y/N?" He asked.

"Y-yeah, that'd be nice," I shyly took his hand and he led the way.

Suddenly, my best friend and her other best friend blocked our path.

"Who is this?" My best friend said, taking his arm.

"And what is he doing with Y/N," her best friend snorted and pushed me away to grab his other arm.

"Ladies, ladies please," Zemo said, shaking them off, "leave Y/N and I alone."

I blushed, I couldn't help it with the way he said my name.

"Whatever," my best friend rolled her eyes, "don't be expecting a ride home, Y/N."

"I-"

Zemo cut me off: "Y/N won't be needing a ride from you, she's coming with me."

I bit my lip and looked down at my feet. My best friend and her other best friend stormed off, and I silently hoped they wouldn't enjoy the night they wouldn't shut up about. As for me, I guess I couldn't be mad that they dragged me here after all.

After we had our drinks, got to know each other a little, and shared some laughs, Zemo offered to take me home. I said yes, as long as he'd stay with me, to which he agreed without hesitation.

When we got out of the car at my house, Zemo carried me bridal style to the front door. As soon as we got inside, he looked up then smirked at me, staring deep into my y/e/c orbs.

"What?" I giggled, blushing.

"There's a mistletoe," he chuckled.

I had been so busy reading everyday for the past several months that I had completely lost track of time, and the fact that no one noticed until now says all anybody needs to know about my social status.

"Fu-"

Zemo silenced me with a deep kiss.

And the rest is up to individual interpretation;)