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    [Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter 103)

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    “Baby, here’s that wine glass-” Mark’s voice resonates in the area, getting closer. Olivia turns around, pulling me with her. He stops dead in his tracks in the doorway, his face blanching as he registers the scene unfolding before his eyes.

    I instantly fear for my baby.

    “You promised me.” Olivia says to him, her voice desperate. Mark raises a cautious hand, taking a step forward, staring at her.

    “Olivia.” He admonishes. I don’t understand what she’s talking about. All I can think of is the knife hovering too close to my throat. The sound of my pulse is louder than her voice.

    “You said you’d break up with her. I gave you time.” She says reproachfully.

    “I know. I know, Liv.” He coos, his voice betraying his distress.

    “You didn’t tell me she was pregnant. Why did you give her a baby?” She mutters. Instinctively, I reach up and cover my stomach with my shaking hands. Hoping ti shield my baby from any harm. My eyes fill themselves with tears.

    “I’ll explain everything if you let her go.” He tries to reason her.

    “A baby.” She sobs. “I want a baby.”

    The distress and despair in her voice makes me think she’s ready to do anything to have him. I don’t want my baby to be hurt.

    “You married her and you knocked her up even though you know she’s not the one for you!” She cries, startling me. I start to sob quietly, addressing a prayer to god. All I can think of is my poor baby. I don’t even hear a thing anymore.

    Let my baby live.

    “You went too far, Mark. And this stops now.” She declares, her arm around my shoulders tightening. I gasp.

    “Olivia, don’t do this!”  Mark begs, tears in his eyes. He sucks in a deep, shaking breath. “Don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt the baby.” He pleads, his voice failing him.

    “But she hurt me.” She counters.

    “No. It’s me, it’s my fault. I hurt you.” He shakes his head.

    “You hurt me.” She repeats quietly.

    “Yes, and I’m sorry. You can punish me, but she’s innocent.” He says, taking another cautious step towards her.

    “It’s because of her, Mark.” She retorts.
    “She’s a parasite. She keeps messing with your head. She blinds you. It’ll do the both of us a favor.”

    “If you hurt her, you hurt the baby too.” He says, a single tear rolling down his cheek. “You’d never hurt an innocent baby, would you?”

    She stays silent for a moment, fidgeting with the knife.

    “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” She asks him.

    “I will. I’ll be a good boy.” He agrees instantly. “Let her go. Don’t hurt the baby.”

    When she doesn’t obey, he speaks again.

    “Do you remember our rules?” He asks her. I feel it then. What they had, what their relationship was. It makes me want to throw up.

    “Oh. But this is not for you.” She responds. “It’s for her.”

    A strangled sob escapes me.

    “No, Livy. This is between you and me now.” He says.

    We all hear footsteps, and Mark’s head whirls around. Jacob appears in the kitchen, freezing as soon as he sees us. She backs away, pulling me with her.

    “It’s okay.” Mark says, looking back at her. “Livy, look at me.” He demands.

    Her hand around the knife starts to shake.

    “Our rules.” Mark repeats.

    “No blades…” She whispers. “No syringes. No steel. No wood.”

    “Good. Give it to me.” Mark murmurs, stretching his hand out. She starts crying again. So do I. Jacob watches, his eyes dark granite.

    “It’s all I have left.” She says sadly.

    “No, you have me.” Mark retorts.

    “Yes.” She sniffles. “You’re a good boy.”

    “Give this to me.” He demands. Slowly, she lowers her hand, placing the knife in his palm. I leap out of her hold, sobbing uncontrollably. I hide behind his back, clinging to his shirt.

    “Get out of here, Abigail.” He orders,, pushing me away. I gape at him, my ryes pouring. “Now.”

    I glance between him and Olivia, confused. He’s not going to stay, is he?

    “He’s mine.” She growls, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to her. I grab his other hand.

    “Leave, Abigail. Now.” He orders.

    “Don’t stay with her.” I choke out, terrified.

    “Go. Now.” He says, freeing himself from me. I watch, mortified. I shake my head. He can’t stay with her. She’s going to hurt him.

    “Abigail will you do as you’re told for once and get the fuck out of here?!” He shouts, startling me. I cannot move.

    “Jacob.” He says, nodding his head towards me. I turn my head and see him walking to me.

    “No. Mark, no. Please, no.” I say, trying to bat Jacob’s hands away. My efforts are vain. He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

    “No!” I scream,  squirming as much as I can. I lift my head as Jacob rushes out, catching a last glimpse of them. The last thing I see is his  worried look as he watches me, and her smug look as she presses her lips against his cheek.

    “Mark!” I call as they disappear out of my vision. I sob, calling his name as Jacob carries me out of the apartment. He closes the door of the foyer and drops me to the floor.

    “Mark!” I sob, banging against the door.

    “He will be fine, Mrs Tuan.” Jacob says, grabbing my shoulder.

    “Shut up!” I snap, whirling around and swatting his hand off me. “Do you have an idea of what you’ve just done?!” I yell. He flinches, surprised. I turn back to the door, slamming my fist against the door.

    “Mark, open the door!” I yell desperately. “Please, open the door!” I beg. I can’t stand the idea of him being alone with this crazy woman.

    “We should call the police.” Jacob says from behind me. I look at him, my whole body shaking.

    “I don’t have my phone.” I tell him. He pats his chest and his thighs.

    “Shit, I don’t have mine either.” He curses. I rarely hear him curse.

    “Let’s go down.” He prompts, pushing the call button of the elevator. Although I don’t want to leave, I know I have to call the police. The elevator that is only at the second floor doesn’t seem to go up.

    “Come on.” I groan, pushing the button repeatedly. Jacob opts for the stairs. He tries to open the emergency staircase door, unsuccessfully.

    “The door is locked.” He mutters. No elevator, no stairs.

    “Shit.” I gasp, bringing my hands to my mouth. “We’re stuck.”

    We’re stuck and she’s inside with him, we can’t call the police, and I have to wait here for god knows how long until someone comes out. Collapse to the floor, tears streaming down my face.


    “She’s going to hurt him. She’s going to hurt my husband.” I sob. It’s the start of a long, long waiting time.

    I cry so much that I don’t notice the elevator going up again. I just hear the familiar ring, and Jacob and I turn in the direction of the sound. Inside the elevator, Dr Davis is looking down at us. I rise on my feet, looking up at him as if he was god in person. Jacob follows.

    “Abigail?” Davis says, his face a knot of confusion.

    “What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice hoarse from crying.

    “Mark called me.”

    He’s alive!

    “How did you get here? The elevator was stuck.” I ask him.

    “Someone but a rock to prevent the doors from closing.” He says. It was set up. Someone didn’t want us to leave. But she couldn’t do that herself since she was inside all alone. But I don’t want to think about this now.

    “When did Mark call? Is he okay?” I ask Davis.

    “Yes.” He says to me. Relief floods me. Partly.

    “He told me to call him once I was here.” He explains, pulling his phone out. It rings in the void, and the door opens.

    Mark appears, his outfit different from what I left him in. He’s in a black T-shirt and black sweatpants, his feet bare.

    “Mark.” I whisper in relief. His eyes grow wide as he sees me, stopping me in my tracks as I prepared myself to run into his arms.

    “You’re not supposed to be here.” He whispers angrily. I stare at him.

    “Not supposed to be here?!” I cry.

    “Shhhh!” He scolds. He pops his head back inside the apartment.

    “Listen, you can’t stay. It’ll trigger her.” Hr says, looking at me.

    “You’re coming with me.” I declare, grabbing his hand. I don’t know what the hell he’s doing with her, but I’m not letting him continue.

    “I can’t.”

    “Why?” I ask. He sighs, but doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he glances at Davis.

    “What is the situation?” Davis asks him.

    “She’s taking a bath. Come in.” He says. I step inside the apartment. He let her take a bath in my home? I’ll pull her out of it butt-naked and kick her out.

    “Not you, Abby.” He says, holding me in place while he lets Davis in.

    “I want to be here!”

    He hushes me again.

    “Abigail, I would recommend you to leave.” Davis says calmly.

    “Wait in the parking lot.” Mark orders. If I wasn’t so scared for his life, I’d punch him in the throat.

    “I’m not leaving.”

    “This woman is unstable. Mark is her only mark-point, my presence itself will disturb her. You need to go.” Davis tries to reason me. This man is crazy too.

    “You need to call the police.” I say slowly, hoping it’ll sink down to their brains.

    “We will, at the right moment.” Davis says.

    “Now is the right moment.” I grind out. “You can’t ask me to leave my husband alone with her. She’s dangerous.”

    “I have a baby who needs a father, and if anything happens to him-” I’m cut off by Mark’s lips crashing onto mine. He kisses me madly, almost making me faint, his tongue pushing between my lips, licking and controlling mine, his hands crushing my face as he holds me in place.  He pulls away from me, leaving me breathless and wobbly. He gazes down at me with hard, serious, yet burning eyes.

    “I love you so fucking much.” He whispers against my mouth. I cannot move nor speak. He steps away from me, and Jacob grabs my elbow.

    “Mark.” I beg as Jacob drags me out of the apartment. Tears spring to my eyes once more. He gives me an apologetic look, closing the door in front of me.

    “No.” I reach out, but the door closes before I can prevent it. I slam my hand against it, in anger, sadness, fear, horror, despair and distress.

    “Abigail.” Jacob tries to pull me away. I sob. “Abigail, come on. He’ll be fine. He’s not alone.” He says reassuringly. I wipe my nose on the back of my head, turning to him.

    I become my own shadow, all strength leaving my body. I sway, my legs threatening to give up on me.

    “Easy.” Jacob says, catching me before I fall. He draps his hand around my waist, holding me up.

    “Come. Let’s go wait downstairs.” He murmurs.

    “I can’t leave.”

    “We’ll, you need to sit down.” He argues, calling the elevator once more. “He’ll be fine.”

    Knowing he’s with Davis is more reassuring. I guess. But it isn’t really. I’m exhausted and I cannot stop crying.

    When the elevator comes, I step inside without resisting. I want to stay, but the wise side of me knows Marl will never open the door, and I’ll collapse if I don’t sit a little bit. We go down to the parking lot and wait in my new car. I take my shoes off and lay on the back seat, while Jacob stays in the driver’s seat. The leather is freezing against my skin.

    “I’m cold.” I complain. Jacob looks at me through the mirror, snapping out of some reverie. He’s anxious too. He shifts in his seat, taking his jacket off.

    “Here.” He says, handing it to me. I sit up and take it.

    “Thank you, Jacob.” I murmur, my voice almost gone from crying and yelling. I drape it over my shoulder and rest against the door, looking out the window. I check the time on my watch. They’ve been there for ten minutes. I sigh.


    I wake up floating in the air, disoriented. I open my eyes, realizing I’m being carried across the parking lot.

    “Jacob.” I croak, my throat sore.

    “Mr Tuan said we could go back inside.” He explains. Never in the three years he’s been working for Mark have I been that close to him.

    “She left?” I ask hopefully.

    “He and Dr Davis are taking her to a psychiatric hospital where the police is waiting for her.”


    “They’re with her.”

    “They left a minute ago.”

    A mix of anxiousness and rage floods me.

    “I can walk, Jacob.” I tell him. He stops dead in his tracks and drops me to the floor. I’m barefoot.

    “Your shoes are in the car.” He says to me. I walk in the opposite direction, furious. I can’t believe he’s personally taking her to a hospital. That’s the last straw. What is he going to do for her next? Offer her a spa while I’m here eating my nails off in anxiety?

    “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I call after him.

    “Mr Tuan told me not to.” He says, his steps rushing behind me. “Abigail, you need to rest.”

    “I need my husband!” I turn my head and glare at him. Once I’m  at the car, I realize I don’t  have the keys. I turn to Jacob.

    “The keys.” I demand, showing him my palm. He looks at me as if i was the most exasperating child on earth, and k honestly don’t have time for that.

    “Jacob, I’m pregnant  and very hormonal. I could hurt you. Badly.” I threaten him. He sighs and fishes in his pocket, dropping the keys in my hand.

    “Get in.” I tell him, pointing at the passenger’s  seat. He obeys while grumbling while I get my shoes at t he back. I slide in the driver’s seat and start the engine.

    “Which hospital are they going to?” I ask him.

    “I don’t know.”

    I glare at him.

    “He didn’t  tell me, I swear. He looked at you for a long time and told me to put you in your bed.” He explains. I sigh, lifting my eyes to the roof. There at least five psychiatric hospitals in LA and its surroundings.

    I’m  stuck.

    But I can’t stay home either. I need to go somewhere. I head out of the parking lot.

    “Where are we going?” He asks me.

    “I can’t stay home.” I tell him. I drive for a long moment, aimlessly, but when my hands start to shake around the wheel, I decide to stop at a coffee shop. It’s warm there and since it’s late it’s  quiet. Jacob and i sit in front of each other.

    “Should I get you something to drink?” Jacob asks me.

    “I’d like some hot chocolate.”

    He leaves the table to order my drink. I thought going  out would be a way to calm myself down, but I’m  restless. Having Mark in front of my eyes and knowing he’s okay would be the only way to calm myself down.

    Jacob comes back with my drink while I’m chewing on my nails. He drops m hot chocolate in front of me, and I see he’s got a coffee for himself. I blink and realize I’m  teary again.

    I reach for the cup, my hands shaking. Jacob puts his hands on top of mine around my cup. I look up at him.

    “Mark was fine when I saw him. You don’t have to worry.” He says comfortingly. He lets my hand go, and my hands are shaking so much I knock my cup over, spilling half of it onto the table. I’m not okay.

    “Shit.” I breathe.

    “I’ll go get some tissues.” Jacob says, rising from his seat.  I’m  going crazy. I need air. Nothing will calm me down. I need Mark, but I don’t know where he is.

    I ditch Jacob and storm out of the coffee. The air is fresher outside, exactly what I need. I decide to walk home to let time pass more quickly.

    When I come back to our building, I look up at the top floor and see light through the glass walls. I soon realize I don’t have the new codes to get in or get up to our apartment. I pat Jacob’s jacket’s pocket’s but remember he didn’t have his phone. I feel something else inside his pocket. I pull it out and see it’s a small sheet of papers with the codes on it. Thank god.

    I use them and go up to the penthouse floor, my heart starting to race again. I don’t know if Mark is back home or if he just left in a hurry when he took Olivia to the hospital. I hope I’m going to come home to him. I’m so tired I look pale and skinnier.

    The doors open on Mark’s back, his phone ta his ear. He’s in the same outfit as before, but he has a Jacket on. Relief does invade me, but nothing comes out. I step out of the elevator, almost dead inside from all the emotions I’ve felt.

    “You were supposed to look after her!"He yells down the phone. I understand he’s speaking to Jacob. I didn’t think before I left him. I feel bad. He turns to me, his angry stare changing in a nanosecond as he seems. His eyes turn from vividly angry to soft.

    "She’s here.” He says down the phone, his eyes never leaving me.“

    "Bring the car back and go home.” He orders before hanging up and dropping his phone on a decorative table. I stare at him.

    He walks up to me, his eyes as hard as granite. He stops at a safety distance, gazing down at me. He looks as tired as me. He reaches out and cups my cheek in his hand, his palm warm against my skin. I’m still so cold.

    I close my eyes and nuzzle his hand, clinging to the warmth. His hand moves to the back of my head as he closes the distance between us, pulling me into his warm embrace. I burst into tears. Again.

    “I was so scared, Abigail.” He sighs into my hair. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

    “Why did you stay? Why did you do this to me?”

    “She wasn’t going to hurt me.” He responds.

    “You weren’t supposed to care. You should have stayed with me.” I retort, crying against his chest. “I had a billion heart attacks thinking of what you were doing, what she might do to you.”

    “I’m okay.”

    “Well, I’m not.” I snap. I hate him so much sometimes. Why did he care? Why did he care about her getting the help she nerds while I was imagining all sorts of things?

    “Who the fuck do you think you are? Some kind of superhero? You’re not Superman, you’re my husband.” I mutter. He cradles my head against him, placing his chin on top of my head.

    “I gave her what she wanted so she would leave you and the baby alone.” He says quietly. “I did this to protect both of you.”

    “You just had to call the police.” I sob.

    “She needed help.”

    “I needed to know you were safe. You’re more important than her to me.”

    “I’m sorry.” He murmurs. Oh, of course he is. He’s not. He didn’t care about how I felt. I try to push him away, but he tightens his hold on me.

    “Let me hold you.” He pleads. “I need to have you in my arms.”

    I whimper, balling my fists around the material of his jacket. I love him so much it hurts.

    “Where were you?” He asks me.

    “I don’t know. I walked.” I reply, my voice shaking. “I was restless.”

    “What did you do with her?” I ask him. “Did she hit you?”

    “It wasn’t anything I couldn’t take.” He responds, making my heart stop. I try to pull away again, so I can show him just how horrified I am, but he doesn’t let me.

    “Don’t.” He scolds.

    “You let her hit you?” I ask again, in shock.

    “It was totally different. I did this to gain time. So she wouldn’t do anything dangerous.” He says.

    I can’t believe she beat him again. He let her. She hurt him again, and I couldn’t protect him. He didn’t let me protect him. He accepted to get beaten again.

    “I’m okay, really.” He says. I push against his chest.

    “God, Abigail.” He mutters. “Just let me hold you for a while. You can get mad at me all you want later.”

    I shake against him, feeling defeated. I can’t believe it happened again, while he was with me.

    “I didn’t want you to ever go through this again.” I sob.

    “I’m fine, Abigail.” He says quietly, caressing my hair comfortingly. “I’m fine now that you’re safe.”

    “It wasn’t about my self esteem or anything else. I didn’t think I deserved it.” He explains to me. I know he’s not as insecure as he was before, but still. It still fucking hurts. But then I realize it has to do with something else, something I didn’t catch at first, but now I do.

    “You promised her?” I ask him, worried. “She said you promised her something. Is that what she meant?”

    His lack of response gives him away.

    “Did you contact her behind my back?” I ask him.

    “I wanted to be sure she’d leave us alone for the rest of our honeymoon. I didn’t think it would mean she’d be waiting for us when we come back.” He says in a way of explanation, as an excuse.

    “I told you not do it.”

    I’m angry, but I sound fragile.

    “I know.” He says.

    “You lied to me.” I mutter, heaving against his chest. “Again.”

    “Abby.” He scolds. I push with all the strength I have left.

    “No!” I shout, stumbling out of his hold. I glare at him, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. He fucking went behind my back, again, with her, to do something as stupid as promising her to be her slave gain.

    “Do you realize what you’ve done?” I grind out. This man makes me so angry. He stares at me, his eyes dim.

    “Do you really want to have this conversation right now?” He asks. No, I don’t. I’m on the verge of completely loosing it. Tonight was awful, and there’s only so much things I can take.  I storm past him, heading up to our bedroom.

    “Abby.” Mark calls after me, but I ignore him.

    In our bedroom, I find Prune, stretching on our bed. My heart swells dangerously, tears welling up again. She looks up at be and meows.

    “Hi.” I murmur, sitting on the edge of the bed. She lays on her side, and I take the opportunity to scratch her belly.

    “Hi, baby. I’m so glad you’re okay.” I murmur. She tries to catch my wriggling fingers between her paws. I pick her up in my hands and kiss her everywhere. She wriggled out of my embrace and shakes my kisses off. I push her on her back and wriggle my fingers around her mouth. She nibbles on my fingertips. I’m so glad she’s safe. She’s like a projection of peanut. I want to protect her against the evil world.

    I sigh and get up, stripping all of my clothes as I walk to the bathroom. I need to wash all of this off, for good. And then I’m going to bed.

    I come out of the shower, appeased, calmer, but still tired. My hair is in a loose bun, my bathrobe loosely fastened as well. I find Mark laying on our bed, his feet bare, prune curled up in a ball on his chest as he caresses her gently. He looks up at me, his eyes dark. I tighten my robe.

    “Do you know how Olivia got in?” I ask quietly.

    “She knew the previous pass codes, so I changed them. I don’t know how she still got ahold of them.” He explains to me.

    “She knew them?” I utter. I feel so violated in my intimacy. I can’t believe  she knee them all along. Who knows how many times she’s been here while we were away, or even while we were here? This apartment is so bug she could have lived with us for months without us noticing anything.

    “Only Jimmy knew I changed them, him and the security company that works for me.” He says. I grab Jacob’s jacket on a chair and fish the sheet of paper out.

    “I found this in Jacob’s jacket.” I say, handing it to him. When he stops stroking her, Prune lifts her head and meows. He glances at it.

    “I gave them to him when we came up.” He explains, putting it down on the nighstand.

    “Why do you have his jacket?” He asks me.

    “I was cold.”

    “How long had she been here for?” I enquire.

    “I don’t know. She didn’t tell me.”

    “She has an accomplice.”

    He frowns. I sit down on he bed and caress Prune until she purrs.

    “Someone put a rock between the doors of the elevator on the second floor and locked the staircase doors so we wouldn’t go out.” I explain. “Davis found out and that’s how we were able to leave. But she couldn’t do that alone.”

    He scratches his chin, and that’s when. Notice his beard has started to grow.

    “I’ll tell that to the police tomorrow.” He muses. I nod, rising and walking into the closet. I unfasten he lash of my robe, looking for a nightie.

    I feel Mark before i see him. He places his hands on my hips and presses his lips against the skin of my neck.

    “Mark.” I gasp, unwanted tingles making my skin sensitive.

    “I need you.” He whispers into my ear, pushing his groin against my backside his erection nudges my lower back. His teeth graze my earlobe, and I’m too weak to resist him.

    ‘Let me feel you. I need to be close to you.“ He pleads, the need in his voice palpable. One of his hands slips his hand under the material of my robe as it slides off my shoulders. He cups my sex, his fingers gently stroking my clit while he nibbles at my ear. I sigh, throwing my head back against his shoulder. Desire thrums inside me.

    I close my eyes and feel the sparks of electricity  going from my sex to my toes. I reach down and grab his hand gasping as the sensations get stronger. He applies more pressure.

    "Mark.” I beg. I need him. Physical closeness is the only thing I can handle, and I actually crave it. I’m mad at him, scared, upset and all those things, but I’d kill to be engulfed in his warmth, love and lust.

    He peels my robe off my body, letting it fall to the floor. And pins me against the nearest wall, the surface cold against my nipples. I whimper.

    The tip of his erection hovers over my entrance, and I arch my body, longing. He pants against my ear, his breathing harsh, betraying his burning lust. He pushes inside of me with one swift, strong trust.

    I gasp, everything tightening inside me.

    “Abby.” Mark groans ,his fingers sinking in the flesh of my hips, his breathing even more loud. He slips out of me before ramming forward, filling me up again. I moan out loud, the sensations raw and intense.

    He takes my hands and pins them above my head, intertwining our fingers. He thrusts in and out of me with a brutality that betrays his despair.

    “Goddammit.” He mutters, his hands squeezing mine.

    “Fuck…” I moan, my back arching furthermore. He picks up pace, each thrust making my body jerk against the wall. His thrusts grow sloppy very quickly,  going up in intensity. He says my name over and over again. He’s  all over me, inside me, on my back, his lips around my ear, it’s consuming  me.

    “I can’t. I-” He whispers into my ear, his voice tight. I let out an incoherent wail.

    “I’m gonna come. I gonna come.” He warns, his hips shaking. I reach back and put my hand on the back of his neck.

    “I’m sorry.” He murmurs breathlessly.

    “It’s okay.” I whisper reassuringly.  Obviously he needs this more than I do.

    “Abby…fuck..” It’s almost a sob.

    “It’s okay.” I moan again. He comes violently, his release spurting deep inside me. He holds me tight against me, clinging to me desperately vulnerable.


    I did it!!! I’m officially a 200h certified Integral Hatha and Vinyasa Yoga Teacher! Holy macaroni, who would have thought.. I feel so much gratitude, love and happiness blooming inside me. Thank you all for encouraging me through all this, for showing me belonging when I’ve been lonely, and for pushing me to never stop learning 🙏♡🌿💙🌎

    // Charlotte Eriksson

    anonymous asked:

    Heyy! Are there new teacher fics? (Not necessarily where theyre both teachers and no teacher/student please!) thank you love!!

    Ohhhhh I realised I’ve never make a Teacher AU fic rec ! (I made a Teacher/Teacher though). So let’s fix this !

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    - A Whole New World : Louis has moved into his new apartment to start his new job as a teacher. Things would be great. If only his arsehole neighbour didn’t wake him up every morning by playing piano. Shenanigans ensue. Like a very inadvisable kissing bet. (24k)

    - i can’t be no superhero (but for you i’ll be spider-man) : Harry is a single father who has a son with some issues. Sometimes Louis dresses as spider-man. Spider-man is Lloyd’s hero, but then again, maybe Louis is a bit of a Superhero as well.(19k)

    - Didn’t think it would work out  : There was no way he could let it happen, the prospect of working with Harry for the next two months or so seemed like a nightmare specially designed for him. From hell. By the devil himself, probably. Perfect torture, fit amazingly well with the self-destructive path he’d been on for a year now, Louis clearly had to say no.“‘Course, yeah, I’ll clear it with Simon then, brilliant, cheers mate,” Fuck.—–Or, Louis is a primary school teacher, Harry has a 7-year-old son in his class, Louis has a 1-year-old crush on Harry, and they have to put on the school’s Christmas play. Brilliant. (16k)

    - Dust on the Road. : Louis is definitely fine and Lottie is definitely crushing on her French teacher, and these two things have nothing to do with each other. Except they do. And Louis is not fine. (18k)

    - anything you ask and more  : louis knows that he’s in love the second harry begins speaking about the bolsheviks. (or, louis is a history teacher & harry is the fit curator that he desperately wants to mongol invade him, however many times niall tells him he’s a psychopath.) (19k)

    - Swipe Right  : A drunken night out on Halloween Louis wakes up to find that his mates have signed him up on a dating app on his phone, he was about to delete it when he sees there is massage for someone. Curious he opens it up. (25k)

    - Whirlwind  : AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night. (21k)

    - Something Great  : 4,417 miles separate Louis and Harry for two months. There relationship moving back to messages and the occasional FaceTime (32k)

    - Call Me Baby  :- Louis moves to Holmes-Chapel after his parents die in a car crash. He has custody of his five sisters, and it is through the youngest he meets Harry Styles, a preschool teacher. Life just got a lot more complicated for Louis. (37k)

    - You Gave Me Butterflies (You Had Me at Hello)  : It’s been seven years since his last relationship, five years since his last date. Louis hasn’t had a single crush since adopting his daughter, doesn’t think he’d even know how to ask out a cute boy now. Not that he wants to ask Emma’s school teacher out for a drink or anything – that would be unprofessional. But surely he’s allowed to think Emma’s school teacher is super fit, right?[ or the one where Louis is a single father and also a struggling writer and Harry is his daughter’s kindergarten teacher and maybe also Louis’ muse ] (4k)

    - We Were Made to Love : or, Harry drives a kiddie train in the shopping centre for the summer and is obsessed with babies, and Louis never stood a chance (16k)


    Oi hello i’m gonna be working on quite a few things for wattpad in the next little while, I don’t know when the chapters and stuff will be uploaded but hopefully in the next few months. 
    GRAVITY is a Danger Days frerard/framia AU (i honestly don’t know which ship is more dominant in this fic yet tbh but i’ll work that out eventually) and I’m super excited for it because I’ve been wanting to do a DD AU for so long.
    School Halls and Bathroom Stalls is basically what it looks like, it’s a teacher/student fic but this time Frank is the teacher and sweetheart!gee is the student. I’m doing it as a collaboration with @pegasistersrock (@Danterredgrave on wattpad).
    BITCH is just a frerard Halloween one shot that i’ll be posting on October 31st (: 
    I’ll wanna start working on the teacher one right away but GRAVITY should come out a little later. Maybe once i finish my current fic Like Ghosts in the Snow.

    But yes if you like frerard and you like fanfics maybe check em out :) Here’s a link to my wattpad. All the fics mentioned are linked under the titles as well. Thank you!

    -Dylan (I’m 18 in less than a year why haven’t I grown out of this frerard fic-writing phase…)

    a chance

    Based on the ask

    an imagine where the student goes to talk to her TC after their last lesson and tells him she loves him and is about to run away but he holds her back, saying she can’t just say something like that and leave? take it wherever you want from there 💕


    “Alright, that’ll be it for the year! All the luck on studying for your exams.” He said and with that the entire class was on their feet, excited to leave the classroom for the (second to) last time.

    Except her. She stayed in her desk. Fourth row, middle seat, dead center. She dreaded getting up and stepping even one foot out the door. The last lesson with him was hard enough to get through, but to actually leave him seemed impossible. The last student left the room, closing the door behind them. He was shuffling some papers together when he looked up to see her still sitting there.

    “Anything I can help you with?” He said with a crooked smile.

    She took a deep breath and hoped somehow her mind would work in accordance with her body. “I, uh, actually wanted to tell you something.”

    “Sure, go for it.” He walked around to the front of his desk and leaned against it. He crossed his arms and a voice in her head was telling her to bail. 

    Bail right now before you humiliate yourself.

    She pushed the voice out and stood up. She took a few steps towards him, “I figured I’d tell you now with the end of the year coming up and graduation being in a couple of days.” She paused and his expression didn’t change

    God, he has no idea what’s coming.

    “Um, I don’t really know how to say this,” she scratched the back of her head and looked down at her feet. She thought about this moment so many times before. She’d stand so confidently in front of him and say the words “I’m in love with you”. And he would break out in a smile, wrap her in his arms, and mutter the same words as he went into kiss her. She knew the fairytale in her head was just that, a fairytale. This was the real world, where teachers don’t fall for their younger students and pursue that feeling. She was setting herself up for humiliation, but she didn’t care. He had to know how she felt. It was scary and heart racing but she couldn’t bear the years of wondering if she didn’t.

    “I’ve realized over the year that I’ve developed feelings for you,” she dared to look into his eyes and his expression hadn’t changed. “Strong feelings. Like romantic feelings,” she specified. “And I realize how wrong that is. I’m sorry, but I just can’t help it. And hearing myself actually say this out loud is crazy.”

    “Well, - “he started to stay but she cut in, not even hearing his voice over her own heartbeat.

    “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have told you this. I’m going to go. Please disregard all of this.” She said quickly, before making a run for the door. A strong hand grabbed a hold of her wrist before she could even take another step.

    “Don’t leave. You can’t just say something like that and leave.” He said in a hushed tone.

    Her lips parted but her mouth ran dry. She couldn’t muster up any words to say.

    “You can’t just tell me you love me and then walk out. It doesn’t work like that.”

    “I’m sorry,” she managed to whisper. “I just didn’t want you to be mad at me.”

    “Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”

    “Because this is wrong. I’m not supposed to love you. You’re my teacher. I’m your student. It’s morally and ethically wrong.”

    “If it’s so wrong, why did you even tell me?” He questioned. His hand still hadn’t left her wrist and she could feel her skin burning underneath his touch. She acted like it was nothing.

    The question had her stumped. Her gaze met his and it was like she was trying to search for the answer in the golden flecks in his eyes. “I guess a part of me was hoping if I told you, then it’d be giving you the chance to love me too.”

    She got nervous when he didn’t say anything. “I realize that was wrong of me.”

    “Will you stop saying its wrong?” His voice raised a little higher. He took a second before he continued in a softer tone, “I don’t want this to be wrong.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I mean that I’ve been feeling the same things you have.”

    “You have?” She said surprised by the very words that were coming from his mouth.

    “Of course. How could I not?” He chuckled, and his hand traveled up her arm, spreading the fire even more.

    “Oh my god, pinch me.” She said in disbelief.

    He laughed and went to cup her cheek, “Or I could do this?”

    He leaned in closer and closer until his lips met hers. The fire that burned her arm spread throughout her entire body. Hitting her lips first and traveling to her belly button, down to her knees, all the way down to the tips of her toes. Then, traveling back up to her cheeks and to the very ends of her hair. She wondered if his body was having the same reaction. She was afraid to bring her hands up to touch him, but once she did, she didn’t want to stop. To finally feel him underneath her fingertips brought a whole new sensation. He tasted so divine, like nothing she had ever tasted before. She didn’t want this to end, but as he pulled away, she realized how much she needed to breathe.

    He brushed his lips against hers, not wanting to pull away too far and whispered, “Thanks for giving me the chance.”

    I'm the only male teacher in my building.

    I want to write one of my patented “listicles” about what that’s like but I can’t wrap my head around the tone and the reception.

    My fear is it will be received with “psh, bitches be crazy” which is not accurate, or conversely, a “women are from Venus, right buddy? have fun in the estrogen ocean!” sort of assumption of my being miserable. Which also isn’t accurate.

    But there is something unique about being the one guy in a faculty of 50+.