Hozier x teacher!reader, where she works with primary young kids and gets stuck in “talking to students” mode and it’s all sweet and wholesome and adorable? 😊😊😊
So I completely agree with the idea of it being wholesome! It was a little interesting to write but here you go!
Once a teacher, Always a teacher.
Andrew had always loved how passionate you were about your job. From the moment he met you, he could see the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about your students, the way you carried their stories with you like treasured keepsakes. It was one of the things he admired most about you—how much love you put into shaping young minds.
What he hadn’t expected, though, was how deeply ingrained your “teacher mode” was in your everyday life.
It had been a long day for you, filled with glue sticks gone rogue, an impromptu sing-along session to settle some restless little ones, and a sandbox incident that had left you scrubbing out sand from places sand had no business being. But despite the exhaustion, you had made it home to Andrew, and now you’re curled up on the couch in one of his oversized sweaters, and were nursing a cup of tea.
Andrew had just walked into the living room, guitar in hand, intending to play something soft while you unwound. He smiled at you, tilting his head slightly as he observed how your eyelids drooped sleepily.
“Long day, love?” he asked, voice gentle.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, patting the seat next to you absentmindedly. “The kids were full of energy today. I think someone snuck extra sugar into their lunch.”
He chuckled, setting his guitar aside as he sat down beside you. “Sounds like you had your hands full.”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You let out a soft sigh, rubbing your temple before turning toward him. “How was your day, sweetheart?”
He couldn’t help the way his lips curled into a smirk at the term of endearment. You used pet names often, but this one had a certain lilt to it, one he recognized well from the way you spoke to your students.
“It was good,” he said, watching you closely. “Worked on a song, went for a walk, picked up some groceries.”
You nodded approvingly. “Good choices! Did you remember to get something healthy?”
Your eyebrows raised expectantly, and suddenly, Andrew felt like he was six years old again, caught red-handed with a pocket full of sweets.
“I got some apples?” he offered meekly.
You beamed. “That’s wonderful! Apples are a great choice. Did you eat a proper meal today?”
He let out a soft laugh. “I did, I promise.”
“Good job, bud!” You patted his knee absentmindedly, completely unaware of the way he was now shaking with quiet laughter. “Proud of you!”
It wasn’t until you looked up at him—really looked—that you realized what you had just done. His face was painted with pure amusement, his green eyes twinkling with barely contained laughter.
Your mouth fell open in horror. “Oh my God.”
“You’re in teacher mode, aren’t you?” He grinned, leaning in just slightly, as if to tease you further.
“I—no—I mean, maybe?” You buried your face in your hands with a dramatic groan. “It’s been a long day.”
He reached out, gently peeling your fingers away from your face. “Hey, I think it’s adorable.”
You peeked at him warily. “Sure you do…”
“Mhm,” he said softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I love how much you care. And if that means I get a few ‘good jobs’ and some gold-star energy from time to time, I’m not complaining.”
You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your heart was undeniable. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re the most wonderful person I know,” he countered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now, how about I play you a song while you rest? You’ve earned it.”
You exhaled, melting against him as he picked up his guitar once more. “That sounds perfect.”
As his fingers danced along the strings, filling the room with soft melodies, you realized that no matter how chaotic your days were, you would always have this—this warmth, this love, this man who embraced every part of you, even the parts that sometimes slipped into ‘talking to students’ mode.
After a few minutes of sweet, calming music, Andrew paused and grinned at you. “You know, I could make you a sticker chart.”
You groaned, swatting at his arm. “Do not.”
“Oh, but imagine! ‘Did the dishes? Gold star. Remembered to eat lunch? Gold star. Successfully stayed out of teacher mode for an entire conversation? Tons of star!”
You buried your face into his shoulder, laughing despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it.” He pressed another kiss to your temple. “Admit it.”
You sighed dramatically. “Fine. Maybe a little.”
He squeezed your hand. “Good job, bud. Proud of you.”
You groaned, shoving him playfully, and he laughed, pulling you closer as his fingers found the strings once more.
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