In The Light
Pairing: Teacher!Steve Rogers x Teacher!Reader
Summary: There’s a new teacher in school. He’s kinda hot, but he’s also kinda… married.
Warnings: There really aren’t any but I will cautiously advise for two-ish sentences alluding to infidelity. However, there’s NO CHEATING in this fic. Also, ogling, because Steve.
A/N: This was the first fic I’ve finished in… maybe two months. It might be a little rushed and over the place, but hopefully it’s not too bad! I think I needed a little sadness to snap me out of my usual zoned-out self. Thank you to everyone that sent a little bit of kindness my way the past few weeks, and I hope everyone is doing okay after the recent news about Chadwick. My inbox is open, always. I’d like to thank @littleheavensangel for letting me yell at her about it and bother her by asking her to read parts of this over and over, lol. I hope you guys like this, and I look forward to hearing your thoughts. Enjoy! :) x
It’s barely past ten in the morning when the chatter starts.
You heard a few words about it from the kids during first period. A mystery, questions were thrown around the classroom— who, when, and how? Nobody asks you in particular, but you tell the kids to knock it off anyway.
It’s only the first day after all. They’ll probably get their answers by the end of the week.
When you walk into the teacher’s lounge for your scheduled free period, though, that’s when you hear the teachers talking about it.
It being a six-foot-something, muscled, bearded English teacher sitting in the middle of the lounge, quietly minding his business.
Next to you, Wanda sighs dreamily. She leans against the coffee and snacks counter, failing to hide her shock behind the rim of her mug. “Oh my god.”
“I know,” Maria says in the exact same manner, her dark brown eyes roving over the figure hunched over the table on the other side of the room. She’s been stirring her own coffee ever since you walked over to get one for yourself, going on two straight minutes now.
You side-eye the teachers, turning to peer — at least a bit more conspicuously — at the man.
