#professor rogers

[anika-ann]

when is the next professor rogers update? ❤️

Hi nonnie🥰

To answer:

I have no idea😭 the only time they pop up in my head these days is when I feel guilty I didn't give them their wedding 🥺

Thank you for wondering about them🥺🥰💕

[puppypeter]

✨ All fics are complete! ✨ A mix of fics set around schools/colleges where at least one character is a teacher, student, professor etc (but this might not be necessarily the main focus). Will definitely be adding more in the future or making a part 2 as I read more :) As always, Mind The Tags! Barnes & Rogers And The Goddamn Truth | 18945 words

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

Quarantine 101 with Dr Rogers (And The Husband) | 5575 words

Like every university professor worldwide, Dr. Rogers of NYU is adapting to online classes during quarantine.

It is during this time that Dr. Rogers' students discover their professor's stunningly beautiful husband and other key aspects of his private life that is usually kept locked tight.

Acute Case Of Fate | 9708 words

Since his accident, Bucky seems to spend more time in the school clinic than in his actual classes. One day, he strikes up a conversation with the only person who seems to be there more than him: Steve Rogers.

Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Grad Students (For They Are Caffeinated And Quick To Nerd Out) | 46222 words

As a student returning to finish his bachelor’s degree and pick up the scattered pieces of his trashed life, Bucky has a few problems: he’s nearly ten years older than the other students, he has lingering pain from shattering his arm, and his Tolkien-obsessed roommate Steve Rogers is way too hot for his own good. If Bucky's going to get through this degree and get his life back on track, he cannot afford the distraction. Nope. No way. No distractions.

It Takes Two To Pine

College AU

The Soldier and The Mountain | 110765 words

This is a story about recovering from rape, society's apathy toward victims of campus assault, and one man's trial to escape an abusive relationship in a world where men are painted as the batterer. When James Barnes, professional dancer, starts realizing his long-term boyfriend isn't interested in a healthy relationship, he meets Steve Rogers, one of his boyfriend's victims and a soon-to-be-graduate from NYU. Their friendship seems impossible, but maybe they are what the other needs to start clawing out of their traumatic pasts. The road is long and arduous, but recovery always is.

The Role We Are Cast In | 6963 words

Bucky Barnes loves his daughter just as much as any man ever did. He expected to be the most important man in her life for a lot longer than 5 years old, when she comes home to tell him that her teacher is Captain America, shrunk down in a Nazi plot. But the war is over, and Bucky's got a bum arm and a job working in the office of the docks he worked as a lad, and he really doesn't give it too much thought.

Do You Like Boys? | 24830 words

Bucky is just trying to do some grocery shopping when he gets cornered by a little boy asking him questions about his relationship status and gender preference. He is then dragged to the next aisle where he meets the little boys father a blonde looking adonis. Bucky doesn't hate it.

The one where Bucky Barnes is a hot dad and Steve Rogers is an elementary school teacher | 9867 words

Steve Rogers is in his early 40s and hasn't dated anyone in years- not since the war. He has no interest in dating. His life is devoted to teaching elementary school.

He finds himself getting attached to a particularly smart, quiet girl who he is sure is ahead of the class. He decides to have a talk with the girl's parents about her exceptional intelligence and her antisocial tendencies.

What he doesn't know is that she is the child of single father, fellow war veteran, James "Bucky" Barnes.

[yuyungi]

Bucky and Steve professor AU moodboards

@buckysbrat Professor Barnes and Rogers would both like to see you after class... 😉

thank you for requesting this. I decided to do both. I hope I did okay 🧡

[jamielea81]

Back to School

Chapter 2

Pairing: Professor Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Some cursing, talk of sex

Description: After taking years off of school, you finally decide to go back and finish up that degree.

Word Count: Approximately 2,000

A/N: This is a Professor Steve Rogers fic, but with a twist as the reader is older and this will be a slow burn. 

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated.

*Italics are internal thoughts.

Catch up with chapter 1

Class dragged on and on. You didn’t blame the material, no, this was all you. Well, really it was Professor Rogers. How naïve you were to think this man was another student. Of course, you were the oldest student in the room. Probably campus too. No, that’s probably not true, but it felt like it.

Glancing down at your notebook, the page was filled with squiggle lines and flowers. There was no way you could concentrate today. Thankfully the bits and pieces you had heard were mainly what to expect this semester. Yep, another paper. This one, twenty pages.

The timber of Steve or Professor Roger’s voice was hypnotizing. It wasn’t so much words you were hearing, just the tone. Deep and flowing. He should totally have a podcast.

It wasn’t as though Steve had flirted with you. No, he had been friendly and introduced himself. It was you that had the hope that it could turn into something more. That just simply couldn’t happen now and you would have to get over it. Maybe just not look at him for a couple of weeks. Yeah, that would work. Except it didn’t because you looked up and caught him looking at you. It didn’t last more than a few seconds, but damn, this isn’t good. Eye contact is part of your job, you can’t help but make eye contact with the person speaking.

You are a business professional, get it together Y/N.

Professor Rogers dismissed class, but apparently you missed it, being caught in your own mind. You looked up two see about five students waiting to speak to him. Packing up your bag, the best option was to get out of there. You had a meeting in an hour anyway.

Packed and ready to go, you stood up noticing the line to speak to the professor was down to two students. Steve looked at you and held up a finger indicating he wanted you to wait. Fuck. You grabbed your phone out of your bag and scrolled through your e-mails until you heard your name.

The lecture hall was empty except for you and Steve. You both took a hesitant step toward each other, but you remained silent, letting him speak first.

“I’ll be honest, I thought you were a professor or faculty member when I saw you on the quad.” A nervous laugh in his voice.

“Is that your way of saying I’m old.” Screw it, you needed to give him a hard time. If you wouldn’t be dating him, might as well bust his balls before he starts grading your homework.

“What?! No, not at all. It’s just that your dressed professionally, not like you’ve crawled out of bed like the rest of them.” Hand going to the back of his neck where he rubbed nervously.

“I’m only teasing. I’m only taking two classes and I’ve got work right after this. Hence the outfit.” You smiled and he returned it, nodding his head.

“I don’t go around introducing myself to every new student, so when I saw you in my class, I was a bit surprised.” He said.

“I was actually too. I mean, seeing you walk in the room. Was kinda of hoping you’d sit next to me.” You laughed nervously.

“Could have made for an interesting class I suppose.”

You bit your lip. This was flirting. This was so flirting and you needed to cut that out. Get your degree and move on. That’s the goal for the semester.

Glancing at your phone, you knew you had to get a move on if you were going to make it back to the office, grab a quick bite and get to the meeting on time.

“Well Professor.” He blushed, he completely just blushed. “I have to get to work. Guess I’ll see you next week.”

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll see you next week.” Steve says, hands in his pockets as he rocks on his feet.

You started your ascent up the stairs begging yourself not to look back. This wasn’t the movies, there’s no way he’s watching you walk away. But if that’s so, why are you swaying your hips?

 The plan for Friday morning was to be in the office bright and early and out by two PM to meet your friend Jules for wedding dress shopping. Instead you found yourself on campus. Last night you had reviewed the syllabus for your history course and had failed to notice or pay attention in class thanks to Mister dreamy professor, that a second book was required for the course. You found the book easy enough, settling for a new copy as all the used copies were sold. Used books always had great notes in them with key points highlighted. You were a little disappointed, but easily got over it.

You decided to grab a coffee from the coffee cart you tried earlier in the week rather than stopping at your normal haunt before getting to the office. At least it was one less stop. Handing the barista some cash, you stepped to the side and waited for your beverage.

“You have another class today?”

Turning around to see piercing blue eyes looking at you.

Steve. Professor Rogers. Damnit, I need to stop doing that.  

“Or is the coffee that good?” He asked.

“The coffee’s good.” You leaned in. “But not that good.”

He chuckled at your reply, tilting his head toward the cart to indicate your coffee was ready. You turned back to grab it and stepped away from the cart, Steve walking with you.

“I had to stop at the book store to grab a book. For your class actually.”

He nodded his head. “Probably a good idea.”

“Yeah. I’d hate to get behind in my first week.” You smiled politely. “Do you have class today?”

Conversational skills were apparently not your forte when it came to this man.

Stopping at the end of the quad, you turned to face him.

“This afternoon. Office hours this morning.”

“Oh, right.” You replied.

Silence. Uncomfortable silence.

“Um, I actually have to head into work. But I’ll see you next week.” You laughed.

“What?” He asked, big smile on his face.

“I’m pretty sure I said that same exact thing a few days ago.” Biting your lip because you’re awkward.

Steve crossed his arms and smiled. “I feel like I’m going to hear that from you quite a bit.”

You saluted him with your cup and turned to walk away. Your head looked over your shoulder. “Have a good weekend Steve. I mean professor.” It was honestly a slip of the tongue.

“You too Ms. Y/L/N.”

Turning back around to face him. “Y/N. Call me Y/N.”

He nodded his head and you continued on your way.

 Jules was walking on air, but at the same time walking around like a baby deer, tripping over her own feet, and getting caught in the rows of dresses. So really, in her mind she was walking on air, but she really was a disaster. The three glasses of champagne the bridal shop gave her did not help either.

You and Jules had met at the call center job you took after you left school. Despite her only lasting two weeks, you formed a close bound and stayed friends. Flash forward years later and she was marrying her boyfriend of eight years. Yes, eight years. While you serial dated, her and Brian were in it for the long hall.

Jules had opted to shop with you, her maid of honor, and exclude her three bridesmaids which consisted of her cousins. You’ve met them before and they are perfectly nice girls, but she didn’t want the multitude of opinions while she tried on dresses.

After trying on exactly twelve dresses, she was back to the first.

“So, what do you think?” She asked nervously.

“Like I told you the first time, you’re stunning in it.”

And she really was. Jules is petite and beautiful with full, shoulder length blonde hair and big brown eyes. Anything she wore looked great on her.

“You don’t think it’s too…” She shrugged her shoulders and scrunched up her face. “I don’t know, too, showy? Slutty maybe?”

You let out a giggle and she joined in. Probably mostly due to the champagne.

“No sweetie. It’s beautifully. If it makes you happy and feel good, then it’s the right dress.”

She smiled at that, turning back to the full-length mirror as the shop attendant placed a vale on her head. The sleeveless lace dress had various see through panels that it looked a bit like lingerie. But tasteful and elegant lingerie.

Moving a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes, she smiled again, looking at you in the mirror and then to the attendant. “I’ll take it.”

After paying for the dress and scheduling a fitting, Jules had strong armed you into getting drinks and dinner. OK, she didn’t have to strong arm you, you enjoyed eating and drinking, but you kind of just wanted to be home and in your jammies.

“How was school dear? Make any new friends.” She asked in a teasing tone.

You smirked and took a sip from your glass of vodka and sour. “Sure, mom. It was great.”

“Oh, come on!” She playfully slapped your hand that rested on the table. Big smile on her face. “I want to hear about it!”

“Fine. Fine. Calm down lady.” You laughed. “It was fine. I only have classes on Tuesday. One is an Economics class that’s going to kick my ass. The other is a history class that I should do alright in. I like history. I watch the History channel.” You gave her a teasing smile.

“You’re covered then.”

Dinner arrived and you both ate and caught up with your lives. The two of you got together once a week, but you never had problems keeping the conversation going.

“So, any cute teachers.” She asked.

You brought your glass to your lips again and shook your head. Trying your best to keep your face as neutral as possible.

“Bullshit. How long have I known you Y/N?”

“Too long apparently.”

“I need the gossip. Oh, and I need names so I can look them up online.”

“Well, my economics teacher, Melinda Cary is pretty cute.” You smirked at her and she shook her head. “But, my history teacher, Steve Rogers is really hot.” You sighed dreamily.

She nodded, large smile on her face. “Are you going to hook up?” Eyebrows raised.

You almost spit out the vodka in your mouth. Coughing a few times before you could respond. “I’m pretty sure it’s against the rules and some moral code to date my professor Jules.”

“Who said anything about dating? I meant, just, you know.” She gestured with her hand in a vulgar way. “Fuck him.”

You grabbed her arm across the table. “Dude! Firstly, don’t do that in public. B. I’m not going to fuck him.” You practically whispered the last time.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying.” She shrugged her shoulders. “OK, let’s take the hot professor out of the equation. You need to get laid.” You huffed out a breath. She wasn’t wrong, but still. “All I’m saying is, you always look to jump into a relationship and you know I’m right. Maybe hooking up with Mr. Rogers.” She snorted and muttered Mr. Rogers again.

“Professor Rogers.” You corrected.

“Right, right. Maybe just a hook up would be good for the soul.”

You sighed. “I get what you are saying. But not with my teacher. And besides, he’s probably not even interested.”

“Don’t know until you try.” She said wiggling her eyebrows. “I need to live vicariously through you.” She whined.

Maybe you needed to reconsider who your friends were. Kidding, of course. However, you didn’t need the idea of Steve Rogers like that in your head.

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[jamielea81]

Back to School

New series coming!

This will be 90% fluff! Professor Steve Rogers with a twist.

[anika-ann]

I'm in desperate need of professor Roger and you are not giving me 😭😭

I'm in a desperate need of passing my entrance exams to master's and working on securing my future. They aren't giving me either.

Sorry for the salt, but I kinda need to prioritise now. Believe me, I miss him too 😔 BUT we can re-read 100k worth of words of Attached written already, so there is some comfort at least 🥰

Have a good day/night, nonnie 😊💕