The Math Teacher (Part 44)

Pairing: Student!Y/N/Teacher!Luke

Rating: R

Request: Yes

Summary:  Previous Parts (Masterlist)

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Even if the room was filled from top to toe with students everything was so dead quiet.

Matty could almost count every single snowflake falling down from the dark night, reflecting under the lampposts and falling on top of the already filled coated snow like a sheet over the town. At any other certain time he would have loved the sight in front of him.

But now it only seemed deadlier the further the seconds passed by without any sight of either you, or Luke, down on the streets.

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The military had its fair share of ups and downs. It opened doors to so many opportunities all whilst keeping you fit. Of course, everyone had days where they ached or simply didn’t want to get up. For Finley, today was one of those days. 

Mason’s second attempt to get him up had failed, with only a grunt to show for it. Sharing a room with a close friend also had it’s ups and downs. Mason was the one who’d convinced him to take the white-hat and join the military, but he was also the one to wake him up most mornings.

“Let me rest.” Finley’s complaint was muffled into his pillow.


Imagine accidentally calling Rafael papi

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Rafael is stroking your hair as he reads through a case one more time.  You’ve complained about Rafael taking too long to go to bed, so you lay to accompany him in his late night revision.

“Almost over, mi amor.” You responded in your min but too tired to say aloud.

You’re trying to not fall asleep but your eyelids are growing heavier and heavier.

“You should head to bed.” Rafael feels horrible. He’s trying to hurry his final revisions for the two of your could final get under the warmth of the blankets

“Yeah,” you mutter mindlessly.

“I’m almost done.”


“You should really head off to bed, mi mundo.” Rafael continues to stroke your hair. He smiles at the sight of you so peaceful.

You ignore him and allows yourself to be comforted by his warmth. His voice are becoming more fainth

“Y/N?” He looks at the file next to your head, then your sleeping face. He contemplates if he should just head to bed and slip out when you’re asleep.

“Sí papí?” There was a pause.

 Rafael was thrown aback. He’s never heard you call him that before or have even thought of it.

Rafael chuckles and goes back to his revising.