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steve rogers x egyptian!woc!reader

summary: you get steve to try koshari for the first time

warnings: fluff, a little arabic, flirting, a tiny bit of idiot steve.

brooklyn was known to most as captain america's birthplace, the home of coney island, brooklyn bridge, prospect park and the best pizza in new york, but you just knew it as home.

your café on 13th avenue was known to carry the spirit of hathor, the euphonious tunes of Um Kulthoum and Abdelhalim could be heard from mere meters away from eight a.m till twelve a.m.

so of course, it provoked captain america's curiosity to hear foreign yet beautiful sounds on a wednesday morning.

becoming one of your regular customers, steve's mind denied his heart to be attracted to your humor, your playfulness, your beauty, your hard-working nature and your egyptian accent that drives him crazy.

despite being there almost everyday, steve's regular orders were either coffee, tea or salad, now it was your time for you to be curious.

"hey captain, don't you wanna spice things up a bit? change the regular food and try something more ... exciting?" you winked at him, steve's brain went into a whirlwind and his throat went dry, good lord you were a sight for sore eyes.

"uh, whatever you want really." steve mentally face-palmed himself for the dry response, what the hell was wrong with him?

your brows furrowed together.

"well i'm down to try whatever you want me to." he corrected himself. you grinned like a cheshire cat and his heart melted.

"wait here." you speed ran to the kitchen while steve admired your voluminous curls bouncing from the enthusiasm. god, if only i weren't a coward." he thought to himself.

around a minute later, you came back with a hot dish which seemed to have alot of onions, rice, pasta and ... lentils?

"this is koshari!" you were grinning from ear to ear as you places the delicious looking plate infront of steve, "it's basically rice, pasta, hummus, brown lentils, crispy fried onions, garlic vinegar and zesty tomato sauce, literally my favourite."

"that seems like alot." steve chuckled.

"the hell it's not! it's the perfect amount, this is our super soldier serum." you pushed the plate closer to him.

"yalla dig in." your chin rested on your gold and henna decorated hands from the wedding you hand last week. you stared at steve and his plate despite it being rude in your culture and your mother had to pinch your thighs whenever you did it at family gatherings.

steve took a spoonful of the traditional dish and slowly directed it towards his swollen rosy lips, not breaking the connection between his atlantic blue eyes and your staring ones. you couldn't help but drool a little.

"good lord, that is so good." his eyes went wide with adoration and ecstasy, you couldn't help but squeal and jump around like a maniac.

"YES! I TOLD YOU YOU'D LOVE IT!! I AM AMAZING YES YES!!" a small yet loud zaghroota left your lips making every head in the place turn towards you two. steve's brows were scrunched.

"who got married?" your brother, omar, came out of the kitchen and made his way to you.

"i think your sister is nuts." steve chuckled, still fazed by your previous act.

"steve liked the koshari!" you gave a half-surpressed laugh.

"ya habla," your brother rolled his eyes at you then turned to steve, "sorry about her, she's a bit cuckoo, did you really like the koshari though?"

"It's wonderful, never had something like it before, though i must say, it is a bit spicy."

"steve, it's definitely not spicy, you're just an old white american man." you teased. one thing steve has always loved about you is your spontaneity, your ability to diffuse a simple sentence into a joke at any given moment, so he definitely let out a loud laugh at your comment despite your brother's attempts to elbow you in the ribs.

"eskoty." omar whisper-shouted.

"hey she's right, i am an old white american man, but that just means i need more training, right?" steve ended his sentence in a low and steady voice, his eyes piercing holes into your figure.

golden boy, dream dates you and your golden boy have an eventful date in new york city.

hayden (harvard hottie) x woc!reader

summary: you and your golden boy have an eventful date in new york city.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, lots of flirting

three knocks could be heard from the front door of your tiny apartment, once the door was opened, it revealed a shy hayden with orange flowers wrapped in newspaper, his cheeks rosy crescents and his neptune eyes caught the galaxies behind yours, as if the lonesome, cold planet has finally found his home.

"hi pretty boy." you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek while he carefully placed his hands on your sides.

"hi, i picked them especially for you." he handed you the flowers as his strawberry lips curled into a small smile, and god how badly you wanted to kiss them.

"you shouldn't have." you took the flowers from him and placed them in a small vase filled with water, "thank you pretty boy."

"so, shall we go?" he lend you his arm and off you went.

your first stop was the metropolitan museum of arts. the wide halls of the museum were filled with majestic sculptures of gods and goddesses of myths and tales. if you weren't in your right mind, you would've mistaken harvard's golden boy as one.

hayden guides you by the hand as you both wander the vermilion corridors, hopelessly lost in the labyrinth of exhibits and galleries.

"do you think we'll end up like them? hung up in a museum while people share our tales and admire our bodies?" your playful question let a chuckle out of your pretty boy.

"hmmm, why not? i know for a fact that you will be so admired, aphrodite, athena and artemis merged into one person." his strawberry lips were caught between his crystal teeth as he eyed your figure.

"whatever you say, pretty boy." the petname that rolled out of your mouth like red liquor made him want to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and stay there forever.

in the fuzzy euphoria of rushing feet, hushed giggles and effervescent laughter, lingering touches and stares that made their skins jump, you and hayden shared the love of knowledge through arts.

painting that held meanings with every flow of their brushes, paintings that held history within their frames.

as you both left the halls of the met, your fingers intertwined and bodies stuck together like metal and magnet. you looked up at hayden's face which was covered in copper constellations, if you you had all the time in the world, you'd kiss each and every one of them, then write the story behind them.

"will we ever make it to the louvre?" your left cheek was resting on hayden's shoulder, your fingers drawing figure circles on his hand.

"i'll show you the world, pretty girl, and i'll let the world see you." he placed a sloppy kiss on your temple. you perked your face up at him, and placed a passionate kiss on his feverish lips, which he gladly returned by holding your head closer.

the kiss was needy, loving, and longing. you felt shooting stars in your stomach, rare but so unique. the universe was spiraling into a never ending loop that you felt every jiffy of.

"love is pain in disguise, a scorpion lying in wait for the right moment, to strike inject you with its poison before scuttling off into the shadows.

and i know that I'll gladly follow you into the shadows." your fingers caressed his face before trailing his abdomen and drawing circles there, a habit anxiousness has created for you.

"and i know for a fact that I'll never scuttle off to the shadows without you, you have bewitched my soul to never leave yours." he held you close like you were his final resort, and kissed away your pains once more.

"so, you're still in for pizza in harlem?" his playful tone returned, causing you to blurt out a giggle.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒

husband!andy barber x egyptian!muslim!wife!reader

warnings: fluff, arabic?, implied smut, idk what is that i wrote it while half asleep

the barber residence fell into the luxurious side of massachusetts. and that being a reason for the barbers' to brag all about their beautiful house and their bougie holidays and country golf club membership, they did not.

instead, the barbers were known to most as the 'ideal calm couple'. they never went to parties, never drank, were quite reserved and kept it to themselves.

you came from a middle-eastern muslim family who raised you to be respectful and responsible. you completed your studies and flew to massachusetts for a getaway, only to bump into a certain district attorney.

andy learned the beauty of your religion and decided to convert to islam, and to say he has never been happier was an understandment.

it has been two years since your marriage and andy still looks at your soft face soaked in the morning sunlight in awe. his hand reaches out to slowly tuck back the strands of your hair away from your face. he knows you hate it.

your eyes slowly open to see your husband wearing a lazy smile on his face and and his hand caressing your face.

"Sabah El Kheir." his broken egyptian dialect comes out from his hoarse throat. you let out a chuckle at his attempt.

"good morning to you too habibi." you gently rub your eyes as you check the time: seven thirty in the morning.

andy leans in to give you a kiss when you playfully push him away.

"andy, morning breaths!" he lets out a laugh at your statement.

"i don't care." his voice is still low as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and starts kissing it.

"andy yalla we have to go to work!" you say between giggles.

"who cares?" his boyish laugh makes your heart melt.

he keeps on kissing all over your face and neckline until you burst into a fit of laughter.

"andy you menace!"

welcome home In which she loses everything: her family, her brother, her best friend, but most importantly: Him.

rice, spice and everything nice you get steve to try koshari for the first time.

𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ೄྀ࿐ ׂׂૢ ˊˎ- you have no permission to repost//republish, translate or steal any of my work whatsoever. even if you are going to credit me you do not have my consent to copy my work word by word then lazily “credit” me. do not recommend me on platforms such as tiktok, twitter, and other media consumption apps. lastly, do not steal my work.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ೄྀ࿐ ׂׂૢ ˊˎ-

introducing ...

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister steve rogers

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister loki laufeyson

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister bucky barnes

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister steven grant

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister marc spector

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister peter parker

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister andy barber

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister johnny storm

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister sirius black

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister remus lupin

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister jake wyler

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister tangerine

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister kyle dawson

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mister harvard hottie

steve rogers × witch!avenger!reader

a wandavision au

warnings: fluff, angst (if you squint), wandavison spoilers?

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you stare at the coloured helicopter between your slender fingers in surprise, how? you were now certain that someone out there knew of your sly plans to live a quiet, normal life with the love of your life.

"what do they want from me now?" you ask yourself, feeling a hint of fear striking your nerves.

"look, it’s the star of the show." a very loud agnes startled you making the foreign object land on the ground with a small thud.

greetings and small jokes were exchanged. you liked agnes, as loud as she can be sometimes, but she was a total sweetheart with great humour, she even let you borrow señor scratchy—her sweet rabbit, for today's magic act.

you two were then headed to dottie—your neighbor and the hostess of the talent show fundraiser you and steve were a part of—agnes went with the name queen cul de sac describing her haughty neighbor whose attitude she clearly despised.

the meeting with the ladies go by and yes, dottie was in fact queen cul de sac. she was a spoiled primadonna who thought the universe revolved around her. luckily, you sticked with your newest sweet neighbor, geraldine.

being the lady you are, you decided to help dottie with the cleaning, trying to be as nice as possible to the brat while being treated like a trash can on a public street.

"she's playing her part perfectly" you thought.

"i’ve heard things about you. you and your husband." she shoots you a wary look, slowly making her way to you.

"well, i don't know what you've been told, but i assure you i don't mean anyone any harm." you lift your hands up in defence, backing away from the woman who's face starts becoming more and more distorted.

you feel yourself slowly glitching, time going fast and slow, as if you were being sucked in a supermassive blackhole, floods in your mind and glass shards striking your heart.

was this it? was the truth about to be unraveled to the small town of westview? was he going to leave you again?

the radio begins to crackle, breaking you from your trance, a manly voice comes through.

your name was being called

"can you read me over?"

"who is that?" dottie's now watery eyes dig a hole into your pale face. your breath hitches and your eyes widen in disbelief.

they know

the voice from the radio calls your name over and over again.

you glare at the radio momentarily, the scarlet celestials in your eyes widening at the device.

"who's doing this to you? do-"

and then ...

supernova

time suddenly returns to normal. the radio blows a fuse and begins to smoke, cutting off the voice. dottie's hand is covered in glass shards, red liquid gushing out of it.

"dottie!" you exclaim, finding the nearest towel and applying pressure on the wound. only for her to realize that the blood wasn't in black and white.

"pop quiz, how does a housewife get a bloodstain out of white linen? by doing it herself." dottie then storms off leaving your panic-striken in the middle of her place.

"time for a commercial break" you thought.

.

let's have something controversial for the audience, maybe something hydra related?

.

"where on earth could he be?"

your leg tapped impatiently while geraldine put an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

could he possibly attempt to leave again? no no no, he couldn't right? he couldn't easily es-

"oh is that him?" geraldine's sweet voice interrupted the string of thoughts.

suddenly, a very disheveled steve rogers came barging into the place.

"my little cabbage, you look smashing!" the salty yet sweet petname he used for you rolled of his sultry throat, the void blinding his eyes.

"where have you been?" your hands were at your hips as your brows furrowed together.

he then went on rambling about something that involves horses and shoe horses?

shit, i forgot about him not being capable to be drunk.

the show started in a whirlwind of chaos, steve calling the crowd idiots and having limited understanding of the inner workings of the universe.

okay mr. i'll travel back in time for a girl i kissed once.

it's only been two minutes up that stage and everything has been going horribly wrong.

god do i really need to mind control them into believing our bullshit?

the final act was the cabinet of mysteries, and in an attempt to save the show, you had to transport geraldine into the cabinet.

ironically, the residents of the little town of westview found the stunt you and your husband pulled out there is hilarious! including queen cul de sac!

after pulling out the alcohol from steve's system using your powers, you bid farewell to your neighbors.

now back at the comfort of the rogers' residence, your husband gently kissed your temple.

"you were tremendous, glamour." he let out his usual small smile that has made you fall in love with him.

"as you were illusion." you let out a small chuckle to hide your almost-teary eyes.

"i dont know what i was so worried about. it wasn't so hard to fit in."

"and all we had to do is be ourselves."

"well, with a few modifications."

"and it was all for the children."

"for the children."

wait, now's the prefect time.

"well, i think the children might need some popcorn."

steve mumbled your name in a low voice.

"hmm, what?"

a gasp could be heard from both of you as you stared down at the small bump forming in your stomach.

"stevie, is this really happening?"

"yes my love, it is really happening."

your intimate moment was interrupted by a loud thud as you both groaned in annoyance.

"ugh i swear to god-"

you both rushed outside to the source of the thud.

your heart fell out of your ribcage.

a man covered from head to toe with bees surrounding him?

seriously?

your mind spiraled a thousand thoughts per second as you felt the milky way swirl faster than it should be.

a strong "no" left your mouth and before you knew it, you were rewinded into your living room.

wait, let's go back to colour so the colour anomalies would go unnoticed.

with a little flick from your pointer finger, colors started flowing in your house then spreading your surroundings and beings.

steve rogers x witch!avenger!mutant!reader

In which she loses everything: her family, her brother, her best friend, but most importantly: Him.

prologue in which the newlyweds move in

black & white in which they make a promise

steve rogers × witch!avenger!mutant!reader

a wandavision au

warnings: kinda badly written, fluff, angst (if you squint)

series masterlist

the euphonious rhythms coming out from your gramophone were the only thing indicating life in this house. if anyone looked inside your mind they'd see supernovas and cosmos being sucked in supermassive black holes. eyes glossy, the black celestials in them remained unfocused and out of trance.

"darling." the petname sounded like dripping honey when it rolls out of his tongue. not the lying steve roger's tongue which vowed you to be your eternity then left shortly after, but your steve, your boy.

"Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

of course everything was alright. your dear husband invited his boss and his wife without your knowledge while wearing a seductive pink bedrobe just like your neighbor agnes told you to and you almost choked the man to death.

the walls of your reality were breaking, and you weren't ready to face the real one yet.

"oh no honey, everything's perfect." you faked a smile as you wrapped your arms around his neck and started playing with his golden locks, sinking into the atlantic of his eyes.

your husband rambled about how you two were an unusual couple, how you didn't have rings or an anniversary or even a song. your expression however remained stoic how could i've been so stupid?

by a flick of your delicate fingers, two golden rings were summoned for each of you and another song started playing on your gramophone.

"I do, do you?" steve's eyes melted into yours, two galaxies meeting each other, creating their own universe.

"I do."

a small yet passionate kiss was shared between the couple as they swayed themselves with the music coming out of the phonograph.

kiss me once, then kiss me twice

then kiss me once again

it's been a long, long time

you spent the night tangled in your husband's arms, a smirk never leaving your lips.

Everything goes according to plan.

steve rogers x witch!avenger!mutant!reader

a wandavision au.

In which she loses everything: her family, her brother, her best friend, but most importantly: Him.

series masterlist

Her heart swelled when she passed the huge "Welcome to Westview" billboard.

Home,

Our forever home.

Pulling her from daydreaming, the man at the stirring wheel kissed her knuckles, his soft hands engulfing hers.

As they arrived at the town, the people of Westview stopped and waved at the exceptionally good-looking newlyweds, the couple smiling and waving back.

A few blocks later, the couple were met by their homely love-nest, gasps of awe could be heard from the bride as her eyes shimmered with adoration.

As Steve pulled up outside the picture perfect house, she snapped her fingers in the air, switching the "FOR SALE" sign to "SOLD!"

"My lady, if you allow me." Steve winked at his wife before scooping her up to carry her into the threshold.

They danced, they laughed, they swooned.

Everything was perfect.

Her life was finally perfect.

He was never leaving her again.