The new teen who transferred in is weird. He is so awkward it hurts. And Tim couldn't help but cringe.
It was well, mostly normal for the first few weeks. Aside from a few remarks about reanimated food.
It was normal until Tim was talking to dick.
He couldn't remember his face.
No Tim was not being weird.
No it's just that he can't remember any physical description.
No eye color
Hair color was something dark he thinks?
Was there any prominent scars, freckles. Tim couldn't remember .
His siblings teased him.
And he literally sat behind him! And Tim can't even remember his hair color.
So came Tim's week of trying to get a physical description or a photo of the guy. But it was ridiculous. Even if he stared he just couldn't nail down anything!
Even as he stared as he wrote. Nothing. It was like his memories were wiped.
Any photo came out with something wrong with it.
Someone walked past
Miraculously hidden behind something being thrown
A conveniently placed lens flare?!!!
A mist that hovered around him?
Anyway Danny was really uncomfortable with this guy just staring a hole in the back of his head . And he swears he saw him trying to take pictures of him? And his setup gets more new and ridiculous setup every attempt. Danny will swear up and down that once he saw him setting up one of those huge nature photography cameras .
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Pairing: Beck Oliver x Afab!Reader
Fandom: Victorious (Nickelodeon)
Summary: You’re poorer than the average student at Hollywood Arts. Beck Oliver takes notice.
Warnings: Cursing, Smut
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Beck always noticed you. He noticed that whenever an extra-curricular activity required out-of-pocket spending, you opted out. He noticed you only had three t-shirts that you switched out with the same pair of jeans every day. He especially noticed those dark circles under your eyes that never seemed to go away.
He decided to do something about it one day while everyone was finishing up their lunches and heading back to class. Beck pulled you aside. “Hey,” he started.
“Hey.”
Beck asked, “Do you want to hang out after school today?”
The question wasn’t completely out of left field. You and Beck would hang out all the time. Only at his trailer, though. Beck had never been to your place.
“Sure,” you answered him with a smile.
He nodded. “Great. Maybe we could go to the mall or something?”
You hesitated. “Uh...Sorry, I can’t. I’m, um, a little low on funds at the moment. Maybe some other ti--”
Beck was quick to offer, “Don’t worry, I got you covered.”
You shook your head. “No, Beck. I don’t want to worry about paying you back--”
“Don’t worry about that either, okay? Just come to the mall, and have a good time.”
You and Beck stared at each other for a moment while you bit your lip, deliberating. “Okay,” you finally replied. “Now, come on. We’re going to be late for History.”
After school that day, Beck drove you to the mall. You guys were there for hours. Despite how long you were there for you, you only got two more t-shirts, and two more pairs of jeans. Beck had to practically beg to buy them for you, too. He didn’t mind. Any time Beck spent with you was fun, no matter what you were doing.
You two left about an hour before the mall closed.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? It’s getting late,” Beck pointed out, concerned.
“I know,” you shrugged, “But my house isn’t that far from here, and I like walking anyway, so...Thank you.”
“No problem.” Beck thought that was the end of it, so he started meandering back to his car.
“I mean it, Beck.”
He heard that you were walking back up to him, so Beck turned around.
You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you,” you told him again before walking off in your own direction.
Beck didn’t feel great about what he did next. Was it considered stalking if you truly cared about the person and were just making sure they were okay? Probably. Beck followed you to a more run-down part of town. He saw you go into an old, abandoned shop with boarded up windows.
Beck slammed his truck into park, hopped out, and ran in after you.
“Y/n?”
He saw that you nearly jumped out of your skinned when you heard him. “Beck?! What the hell are you doing here?”
He turned the question back onto you. “What the hell are you doing here? Y/n, is this where you live?”
“No...” You were obviously lying.
“Y/n!” Beck pushed.
“Okay! I’m sorry. Yes, I live here,” you confirmed. “My parents ditched me a while back, and I didn’t want to go into the foster system, so...” You gestured around you.
Beck took a few steps forward. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want you to think I was this poor, dirty kid who’s only good for anything because they got a scholarship to Hollywood Arts,” you answered, tears forming in your eyes.
Beck took your hand. “Hey, I could never think that. You’re such a good person, Y/n...Come stay with me.” Beck didn’t know he was going to say that, but he stood by it.
“What? No. I can’t ask you to--”
“Then at least stay with me tonight,” begged Beck, “I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here.”
The tears began to roll down your cheeks as you started to sob. You took the one step necessary to hug Beck.
He gladly took you in his arms.
So, you packed a bag and headed to Beck’s trailer for the night.
When you got there, you stood awkwardly in the corner while Beck made the bed for you. He then started to put a couple blankets and pillows on the floor for himself.
“Beck, I’m not going to take your bed from you,” you insisted.
After a little bit of arguing, you and Beck settled into bed together. He turned the lights out.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me,” you pressed.
He said these next words like they were nothing. “It’s not a problem. I’d do anything for you.”
“Why?” you whispered.
Beck thought a moment before responding, “Isn’t it obvious?” He was sure you could hear his heart, it was beating so loud.
Suddenly, you were leaning in.
Before Beck could even think, your lips were on his.
Beck slowly moved his lips with yours. He put a hand on your cheek, and one of your hands ended up in his hair. He moaned. He found he loved it when you played with his hair.
Things were getting more heated. Beck rolled on top of you without even realizing it.
Then, you reached down to tug on the waist band of his shorts, and Beck was sure he felt all the blood in his body rush to his dick.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Beck grabbed both your hands and dragged them up to where he could see them. “Are you sure about this?” he asked you.
“Yes. Come on. I want you inside me.” You pulled Beck in for another kiss.
He moaned at your words, and this kiss. Beck then helped you take off your own shirt before taking off his own. The two of you then kicked off your pants and underwear to get yourselves completely naked for each other.
“Oh, fuck. You’re so wet,” Beck cursed, coating his cock in your juices. “Are you ready?”
“Please baby.” You were gazing at him through half-lidded eyes.
Beck almost chocked on his own spit after hearing you say that to him. He pushed inside you, moaning with you as he went. Beck had to look away from you because he swore if he was looking at you while you were making him feel that good, he would’ve cum then and there.
Once he had sunk all the way into you, Beck started to pull out and thrust back in. This began a whole new series of moans from both you and him.
Beck had his hands planted on either side of your head, and your head was tossed back as you moaned each time he entered you.
Suddenly, you grabbed onto his hips. “Beck...!”
“I know, I’m close too,” he assured you before speeding up his thrusts.
Your moans only increased in pitch each time Beck moved, until finally, you shouted as you reached your climax.
With you tightening around him, Beck only needed a couple more thrusts before he was cumming right along with you.
After, Beck collapsed next to you, and the two of you caught your breaths among your tangled limbs.
Beck turned his nose into your cheek. “Stay with me.” It was clear he meant longer than that night.
You nodded, “Okay,” then turned to face him, only to capture his lips again.
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