Lipstick stains, but so does blood. something seems a little wrong with the new bodyguard.

Trying to text your jerk of an ex boyfriend, Derek, you mistype the memorized but deleted #. And who's the person on the other end? Looks like you're gonna have to read to find out.

"what goddamn idiot falls in love with their teacher? ...well, that would be me i guess." -teacher!dinah au fic

Do you love Fifth Harmony? Do you love Dinah Jane? Do you love rugby? Do you like perspective stories? If you answered yes to any of these questions then this is a Dinah/You story for you!