Ava’s Diary 🎼🎶

“Good morning to you too, princess.” Charlie playfully jabbed, crossing his arms over his chest.

You decided your best plan of action was to not engage with Charlie’s foolery today. He only bothered you to feed his need for constant attention. You both had a big quiz today, something you were up half the night studying for.

You sat down next to the troublesome brunette, opening your textbook and flipping to the page you had been studying earlier. You could feel Charlie’s eyes on you, fixated like a wolf watching its prey. You attempted to shake off the feeling, but like he could read your mind Charlie scooted closer to you. His minty breath brushed over you, making goosebumps arise on your neck. In that moment, you regretted wearing your hair up, your neck exposed to Charlie’s intense gaze and your cheeks in full view as a dusting of pink rose to them.

You took a deep breath, hoping it would calm you, but instead it came out shakier than you meant. Charlie cocked his head at this, finding your attempt to ignore him as a challenge that he was more than willing to accept. It appeared he was very close to winning.

In one final move, Charlie brought his hand up, his warm finger just barely brushing the expanse of your neck. You jumped, whipping your head towards him in fury. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Dalton?” You hissed, trying to push away the shake from your voice and the flush from your face. He had some nerve bothering you like this.

Charlie couldn’t help but grin at his victory, finding your flush and obvious anger to be a bonus. “So, you do know I’m here? That’s odd since I was trying to talk to you earlier without a single response, princess.”

You scoffed at this, slamming your textbook shut as it was useless now. “I know you might find this shocking, but I don’t have much interest in talking to you, Dalton.”

He fought back a grimace at your usage of his surname but fought it off by forcing a smirk to his face. “You’re breaking my heart, princess.” He mocked.

You rolled your eyes, huffing as you turned around dramatically, your ponytail smacking Charlie in the face in a way that made him chuckle. You were cute when you were mad. 

You were saved from continuing the conversation by your teacher entering the room and starting class, the nervousness due to your impending quiz suddenly bubbling back up as Charlie became long forgotten.

“I just don’t get this girl.” Charlie grumbled as he plopped down on the sofa cushions of an armchair in the boy’s common room. Neil and Knox sat near him, a game of chess before them.

Neil let out a breathy laugh at that, “Charlie Dalton unsure about a girl? I thought it was more likely for pigs to fly.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms like a defiant child. “Shut up, Neil, I’m serious.”

“Who are we talking about, anyway?” Knox asked, not fully enthralled by the conversation as it was his turn to move a piece. “That Cindy girl?”

“Or that blonde. What’s her name? Melissa?” Neil added.

“Nah,” Charlie answered with a shake of his head. “This girl is in my chemistry class. We haven’t had much time together outside of class.”

Knox looked up as he finished his turn. “Why don’t you ask her to hang out then? You could get to know each other. It might clear up some misunderstandings like when Chris and I finally got to spend time together.”

Charlie shook his head, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. “No, that won’t work. She kind of hates me.”

Neil looked confused at that. “So, she hates you and you like her?”

Charlie nodded silently. 

Knox patted his friend’s back. “Maybe she’ll come around, buddy.” 

“Doubt it.” Charlie mumbled, accepting his faith to watch you in adoration while you look at him in disdain for the rest of the year. 

The last thing Charlie wanted to do on a Sunday afternoon was study for a Latin test. He could be doing anything else with his time, but instead he was heading to the library to study his notes before tomorrow.

Only one hour. Is what he told himself as he trudged towards the library. Then, you can’t meet up with the guys and hang out.

He would find a quiet spot to study, making sure it was free from any fun or excitement that may distract him from the dullest subject on Earth. Then, he would be free for the rest of the day to enjoy the remainder of his weekend. 

That is what he planned to do, anyway. That was until he entered the room and saw you. You were sitting at one of the large wooden tables, study materials spread out around you as you went over your own Latin notes. You looked lovely out of your Welton uniform, a casual outfit gracing your frame instead. In Charlie’s opinion, you looked perfect even in the otherwise dreary Welton uniform, and that seemed to be impossible. He was so enamored by your unexpected presence, he almost missed the person sitting across from you, none other than his good friend, Steven Meeks. 

Usually, the sight of Meeks being available to help when studying for a Latin test was a great thing. Meeks was a genius and excelled in Latin, making him the best person to ask questions to, no matter how dumb they were. Instead, Charlie felt a bubble of jealousy at the sight of the two of you, sitting together like you were life-long study buddies.

Before Charlie even fully realized what he was doing, he approached the table. “Well, well,” He spoke, making the two of you look up in confusion. 

Meeks raised an eyebrow at Charlie, as though asking what he needed. You frowned, a clearly annoyed look gracing your features, your eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty. 

“Look what we have here,” Charlie continued, not letting your expression deter him. He gave his infamous smug smirk, “What are you two up to? A little date?”

Meeks pushed up his glasses, now truly confused. “Charlie-” 

You cut him off, standing up abruptly and facing Charlie head on. You narrowed your eyes at him, “What if we are?” 

Charlie looked taken aback by this, finding your instant fury to be surprising. Usually, you had a slower build up to your rage, but you were jumping straight to it.

A stern, “Quiet!” rung out from the librarian, making you pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself. You sat down, smoothing our floral skirt before looking at Charlie with a much calmer expression. 

“Steven and I are studying. What do you need Charlie? Because if it is nothing important-”

“I need Meeks’ help too.” Charlie blurted out. Charlie looked at his friend who just shrugged, finding his actions suspicious. 

“Take a seat, I guess.” Meeks gestured to the chair next to him, but Charlie had another idea. Charlie circled the table, sitting down in the wooden chair next to you instead.

You huffed, scooting your chair a bit away from Charlie. Charlie took a hold of the edge of your seat, pulling you back towards him, even closer than it was. 

“Where ya going, princess?” Charlie whispered, making a shiver run up your spine. You hated the effect he had on you even when you were angry.

You decided it wasn’t worth it to answer, knowing you were already being watched by not only Meeks, who looked extremely lost, but the pinch-faced librarian at her desk. You turned away, returning your attention to your notes.

Charlie just smiled, feeling victorious as he opened his notes. The three of you studied in silence mostly, completing practice questions on your own and occasionally asking Meeks for help. It was a surprisingly civil study session despite how it began. You found yourself at ease, even helping Charlie with a few questions without a single jab passed between the two of you. 

In the silence and peace, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he really was. Usually, Charlie was too annoying for you to appreciate his good looks. In the quiet of the library, you admired him, from the way his hair fell, to the crinkle between his brows as he focused, to the pink of his lips. He looked particularly good today, opting for a plain white t-shirt and some sweatpants over his normal school attire. You couldn’t help biting your lip as your eyes cast over the expanse of his broad chest under the cotton. 

You felt eyes on you, moving your own gaze forward to find Meeks watching you. He smirked knowingly, eyes flitting between the two of you and nodding in understanding. Your eyes widened as you flushed, looking down quickly. Meeks shut his textbook, making you and Charlie look up. 

Meeks stood, his smirk remaining as he gathered his things. “I’ve got to meet Pitts, but you guys keep working. I think you two work very nicely together.” 

Charlie raised an eyebrow at the comment, but you knew what he meant, and it did not help your darkening blush. As Meeks left, Charlie looked at you.

“What was all that about?” He asked, genuinely curious.

You shrugged, feigning confusion. “No clue.”

Charlie moved on quickly enough, allowing you to compose yourself and get back to work. You returned to your harmonious study session, falling back into your previous rhythm until the dinner bell rang. Charlie stood up, stretching his back with a groan as he felt the tension in his spine crack. He glanced down at you, finding that you hadn’t moved from your seat.

“Are you coming to dinner?” He asked, picking up his notebook. 

You didn’t look up, finishing the sentence on your paper. “I still have more to do. I’ll grab an apple before bed.”

Charlie gaped at you, finding the statement preposterous. “You’re not serious?”

You just shrugged, flipping the page. “I’ll live without dinner.”

Charlie stared at you, watching you continue to work, completely serious. Charlie sighed, plopping back down into his chair, and opening up his notebook again. 

You furrowed your brow, “What are you doing?”

“Studying.” Charlie stated plainly as he picked up his pencil.

This confused you further, “What about dinner?”

“I’ll grab an apple later.” He repeated your earlier answer. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to fully face him. “Charlie, you can’t do that.”

Charlie turned to you, throwing up his hands. “But you can? I’m not leaving you here to study and starve alone.” Charlie asserted. “Now help me with this problem.”

You watched him in dismay for a minute before focusing on the problem Charlie had referred to. As you explained it to him, you found your hands brushing against his own. Your personal space seemed to have lessened even more since Charlie sat back down. 

Two hours later, the library closed. You both stood, silently deciding to walk back to the dorms together. Soon after beginning your walk, Charlie took your bag from your arm, not even letting you protest before slinging it over his own shoulder. The evening was cool, a gentle breeze tousling your hair at times, making Charlie’s fingers itch to tuck it behind your ear. 

The longer you walked, the more time you had to work up the courage to ask Charlie the question that was nagging at you all year.

“Charlie,” You began. He hummed, chocolate brown eyes flitting down to your own. “Why do you hate me?”

Charlie’s jaw dropped, stopping abruptly. “What?”

“Why do you hate me?” You repeated, seriousness enveloping your face.

“I-I don’t hate you,” Charlie divulged, equally as serious. “Who could hate you?”

“You’ve bothered me all year. No matter what I do, you go out of your way to bug me.” You claimed, recollecting all the time Charlie made you mad on purpose since you became chemistry partners.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention.” Charlie admitted, gulping. It was now or never. “I like you. I have since we met.”

“You like me?” You repeated, shock evident in your tone. 

“Is that so hard to believe?” Charlie chuckled.

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered. You weren’t sure how to feel. Charlie was a bit of a jerk, but he wasn’t awful. When he wasn’t being annoying, he could be sweet. He was definitely handsome and made you laugh at times. 

“You don’t have to like me back,” Charlie promised. “I know things have been tense between us and-”

“Shut up, Charlie.” You interrupted, not letting him respond before grabbing the front of his white t-shirt and tugging him down to connect your lips.

As soon as your lips met, Charlie let out a noise that was a mix of surprise and relief. He quickly collected himself, dropping the books in your arms and gripping your waist. Within a second, he had taken over the kiss, the impatience from waiting a whole year to get to kiss becoming apparent as he pulled you towards him.

He broke the kiss temporarily to say, “God, I’ve been waiting to do this since I met you.”

You grinned up at him, pulling him back into the kiss, deepening it further. He met your lips with passion, quickly slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you let out a delicious noise. Charlie’s hand fell from your waist, finding a home on your brilliant ass that he always found himself watching in the past. This made you squeal, breaking the kiss and playfully slap his chest. 

“Charlie!”

“What?” Charlie pecked your lips, eyes locked on your own. “Can you blame me? You’ve been teasing me for months.”

“Teasing is a stretch.” You giggled, leaving a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Your whole existence without being mine has been a tease for me.” Charlie admitted, leaning his head down to brush his lips against the side of your neck. The same spot he had brushed the other day. At the time, you were furious. Now, made to grip his dark locks and gasp.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that now.” You swore.

Charlie moved to look at you, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Promise?”

“Wait wait wait—you’re being serious?” You almost laughed at his wide-eyed expression, a comical blend of incredulity and fascination, like he couldn’t believe that you, his girlfriend of nearly two years, found his profession attractive. 

“It’s a common kink,” you argued. “I mean, c’mon, Frank. Male strippers literally dress up as doctors all the time.” 

Frank wagged his brows at you. “You want me to give you a strip tease, baby?” 

“More like I want you to lay me out on the table and offer me some ‘specialized treatment’ for my pelvic floor issues.” 

So, that’s exactly what he did one evening, catching you totally off-guard when you returned to the kitchen after your shower to find Frank, at 4pm on a Sunday evening on his day off, dressed in his scrubs, his old stethoscope from med school slung around his neck, and his actual PTMC badge pinned to his chest. 

Your wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression didn’t deter him at all. Frank slipped seamlessly into character, pretending to read your full given name off a clipboard he’d snagged from your office. “In for a pelvic exam? It says here you’re experiencing some abnormal cramping in your vaginal canal?”  

“Frank—” you blurted stupidly, surprise quickly bleeding into arousal as you realized what this was. You couldn’t believe he was actually playing into this whole thing—you thought he’d found it funny.  

Frank tutted at you, wagging his finger in reprimand. “Frank? Being on a first name basis with your physician is hardly professional. It’s Dr. Langdon, sweetheart.” Heat flooded your body. It didn’t take long for Fra- er, Dr. Langdon to guide you over to your meticulously clean dining room table, which was definitely not intended for the kind of tomfoolery you two would be getting up to, but it would have to do. 

All pretenses of propriety evaporated almost instantly, of course. After snapping on some latex gloves, your boyfriend propped you on the table, stripped you bare from the waist down, and gently pushed your body down and your legs apart to quote “get a proper look”. 

It was something straight out of a porno, which normally would turn you off, but there was something about the way Frank said, “hm, nope. I’m not getting a good enough angle. I’m going to recommend we try a more tactile examination, if that’s alright with you.” 

Fuck yes, it was. 

That was how he ended up fingering you in your dining room, your arms and legs spread eagle, feet planted on the table as you fought and failed to keep your breathing even. The latex felt a bit odd, but thankfully it didn’t last long as you could tell Frank’s impatience was growing. Still, he kept in character, snapping them off and tossing them aside under the guise of “feeling you properly”. 

“I-is this how you normally treat your patients, Dr. Langdon?” you asked when he’d bent to lick up your sopping pussy, messily tonguing his way around your clit and outer lips. 

Frank grinned from between your thighs, eyes full of mischief. “Only the ones who really need it.” 

“And I really need it?” 

“Yes, baby, you do. You’re so tense and tight—no wonder you’ve been cramping, honey. You’re in desperate need of release.” 

Release you needed, and release you got. You came embarrassingly fast—you’d told him this had been one of your dearest fantasies, after all—soaking his face and fingers as you rode out the high with twitching hips. 

“Excellent,” Frank panted, and the tone of his voice told you he was fighting to keep the scene going. One glance at his lust-blown pupils made it obvious that this was affecting him just as much as it was affecting you. “Experiencing clitoral orgasm is a good sign,” he said, and the clinicalness of it all made your stomach swoop in renewed arousal. “But, just to be sure, I’m going to ensure that you’re still able to experience a vaginal orgasm as well.” 

You couldn’t help the desperate look you gave him, sitting up on your elbows, watching him hastily undo the tie on his scrub pants as you let your voice slip into a sultry tone. 

“And how will you do that, Doctor?” 

Frank fucking winked at you, and if you weren’t so turned on you might’ve laughed. But coupled with the sight of his perfect fucking hands slipping into his pants, obviously stroking his dick, your jaw instantly snapped shut. 

“A little penetration should do the trick. Lay back for me, Miss.” 

Of course, you were never able to come from penetration alone, Frank knew this, but it was part of the fantasy, and so you played along as he inserted himself painstakingly slowly into your cunt. 

“There we go,” he bit his lip, an obvious indicator that he was fighting a groan. “Just take some nice, deep breaths for me. Perfect, just like that. You’re doing so good.” 

“Frank…” you let the name slip, incapable of thinking clearly with how crazy he was making you. 

A palm swatted at the back of your thigh, swift and sharp, and you yelped. “That’s not my name. I didn’t go 200k in debt for nothin’, baby. Use my fucking title.” 

“Doctor,” you moaned, hips lifting slightly in a poor attempt to make him slide all the way in. “Please.” 

“Not to worry, sweetheart,” he cooed, hands settled on your waist. “Everything appears to be in working order so far.” Then he pushed all the way in, and you both groaned, unable to fight it. His rhythm picked up fairly quickly, likely a result of his withering composure as he fucked into you, eyes darting all around your body, which was still mostly hidden from view (you knew this probably frustrated him, because Frank went absolutely nuts for your tits, but he seemed decently committed to the bit, which you appreciated). 

As things picked up, though, your own sanity was also decreasing and your desperation to simply be close to Frank nearly engulfed your need to see the fantasy through. 

He hadn’t kissed you throughout the entire encounter, as it wouldn’t have really made sense in the context. But you desperately missed his lips, and you could tell he missed yours too when he went along easily upon the insistent pull of your hands around his neck, dragging him down over you to slot your mouths together. 

“Am I doing okay?” you panted into his mouth. 

“Mhm,” Frank moaned into the kiss, hot and wet, before breaking it to pepper them along your jaw instead, ending just beside your ear. “Yes, you’re doing wonderful. You see, when the body gets aroused, the vaginal canal produces a natural lubricant to accommodate penetrative intercourse.” 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered. Who knew clinical sex talk could be so sexy? To be fair, you were pretty sure Frank Langdon could make just about anything sound sexy, but still. 

“Those with male genitalia can often feel when the female body is approaching orgasm, as her inner walls will start to tense,” as if on cue, your body did just that as Frank continued, “her legs will begin to quiver. She may try to close them in anticipation. And, if your partner is especially astute,” his fingers slipped between your thighs, circling your fluttering clit with precision. “They might notice your swollen little clit just throbbing in desperation, begging to be touched in order to reach that final, blissful edge.” 

You snapped like a rubberband, coming around him with a curse of his name, which thankfully he didn’t correct this time. Frank followed soon after, filling you with a long, drawn-out moan, his breath fanning down your neck as his hips stuttered and slowed. 

With you both sated, the illusion blipped away seamlessly. Frank’s hands were familiar in their gentleness, drawing soothing circles on the meat of your hips and stomach as he caught his breath. “Holy fuck, baby. You okay?” 

You nodded, still a little blissed out, as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Yeah, yes, that was…Jesus Christ, Frank. I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” 

He chuckled into your neck, pressing soft little kisses along your skin. “I am to please.” 

“Seems like you enjoyed it too, though,” you mused, carding your fingers through his hair as he withdrew to look down at you. 

“Well, it was hot because it was you, baby.” 

You shot him a deadpan look. “So you’re telling me if I pretended to be an innocent, extremely professional nurse examining your poor, perpetually hard dick that wouldn’t turn you on?” 

You watched him swallow thickly, feeling his spent cock twitch where it was still nestled inside you. You laughed, pecking him sweetly on the lips. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

ethan begs asks the professor if he can sit next to you in econ class (due to your profs jackassery, you have assigned seats. boo.)

he tries (and fails miserably) to start conversation with you. it doesn’t end horribly however, because you spark the conversation back up! (by making fun of him, but he’s getting somewhere, right?)

when you guys start getting closer, you plan study sessions

-studies memorizes your dorm layout

you seemed a bit confused when he knew exactly where the bathroom was, but he plays it off with a “lucky guess”

steals your clothes, especially the dirty ones (he returns them, he’s not a monster!)

when you first confess to him, he thinks you’re joking around. (how could YOU like a loser like HIM?!) was he complaining? absolutely not.

the type of person to cum just by kissing

he LOVES neck kisses.

loves any position where he gets to see your face. he absolutely adores your fucked out expression.

inexperienced, but a fast learner. you want him to do something to you? he’ll learn in due time.

when you two get together, he steals your clothes more shamelessly (and takes the panties more)

he doesn’t return them this time ^^ (he’ll get you more, stop crying)

will prioritize your pleasure before his. (like your pleasure doesn’t equal his)

LOVES buying you little knick-knacks and trinkets for your dorm.

when you two study together, he always brings your favorite snacks.

a FEIN for tits. like genuinely he can be at peace just by laying between your mounds.

gets extremely jealous at times but hides it so he doesn’t scare you away. a random guy gazes at you for too long? he’ll make sure it’s the last.

find out he’s ghostface? oh, you’re never leaving him.

after (and if) you find out he’s ghostface, a new side of him starts being unveiled. from gaslighting you to stay with him to manipulating you, he’ll do anything under the sun that’ll get you to stay.

a/n: he's so fucking pathetic omg

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