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I'm just doing my best trying to clear out my ask box. Or at least get back into writing.
When he hears you call for him, he reaches out his arms on instinct, happy to catch you. Feel the warm comforting weight of you. You kissing his face and hiding your face in his neck.
You were a competent lady. You wrangled a classroom full of kids all day with a big smile and a lesson plan that ran like a Swiss watch. But at home? With him?
Nah. He didn't need you to have it together. He wanted little problems to solve. You were out of markers or some parent was mean to you. A papercut you gave yourself grading that he could kiss better.
It mattered. All those things mattered. And it made it feel like he was doing something. He wished sometimes that you wanted diamonds. Or expensive shoes. Put he had better luck getting you your favorite pens and keeping money in your account so you could buy coffee.
Felt like he wasn't holding his end of the deal. The deal that said you give him all your attention, your love, and you wanted for nothing.
"What's the matter, doll?" he rumbled hugging you to him and rocking you softly.
"They're making me teach 5th grade next year," you pout, "I don't wanna teach big kids. I like my nuggets."
Bucky tutted, "Poor sweetheart," he cooed, tilting your chin up. "Why're they moving you?"
"Admin says they need structure."
"Fuckin' admin," he tutted. "Ruining your system."
"I just got my room like I wanted. And I already have all my stuff figured out. Now-" you sigh and lay your head on his shoulder, "Now no one's gonna ask me what my favorite dinosaur is."
"I'll make someone ask you," he chuckled, smacking your ass lightly. Or just start you your own school where you can teach little kids all day, he thought. Pushing a thought away that said he could just have a classroom full of kids with you. Because that thought- the thought of coming home at lunch, you teaching his kids to read and understand basic math- made his chest hurt the best way.
"I will," he teased. "I'll get Sam to do it. And I bet if you catch Steve at the poker game, you'll even be able to tie a shoe for someone."
"You're all grown ups," you huff.
"Hey," he chuckled kissing you, "We like dinosaurs too." And when you sih and lay your head on his shoulder, he makes a note to send someone shopping for more things for your classroom. Anything you wanted.
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