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if anyone cares, i will write headcannons/oneshots for whatever ship/au someone dares to submit in my /ask box >_< doesnt have to be gabilliam, but preferably somewhere in bandom! if i dont know the artists i may dm u for some help, but otherwise ill just reply to it with all the goods ;D

#gabilliam #fanfiction #bandom #oneshots #headcannons #rpf #frerard #peterick #petekey #wentzross #ryden

the kind of emo music that makes u wanna be a slut is not for the weak……….and im weak.

vicky t absolutely rocking patricks world when they were dating is soooo omg

gabe saporta and mike carden are great friends in high school, and theyre a well known friendship among the rest of their class; they hang out often, do every presentation together, get in trouble together, and whatever else teenage boys do. but mike has a younger brother at his house that gabe knows is off limits, but cant help but glance at a little too much during dinnertime at mikes house. hes got long curld that dont make his slim face look any more masculine, and his pants are too low for his own good. mike would kick the shit out of him if he ever made a move, but sometimes his impulsivity gets the best of him and on the walk back to mikes bedroom from the bathroom, he stops in the younger teens room, arm and shoulder resting on the wall as he subtly tries to flirt with the younger, snarkier, biting boy. he’s never succeeded, but hes also never missed the slightly blush on his face when gabe first pops in unannounced.

#gabilliam #bandom #cobra starship #the academy is...#gabe saporta #william beckett #headcannons #fanfiction #decaydance #rpf

fnafsmosh

"im here puppy" oh im sat yes please more

tacksf0rsnackz

i was talking to my situationship.. thing.. about gabe and william and showed him these 2 pictures talking about how they look like a married couple with an adopted child and he said that they look like theyd have a weiner dog. i agree.

captaincootiez

YOU go right that bandom fanfic like its 2011 you beautiful cringelord creature

writing ideas

someone.... anyone..... give me writing ideas..... anything...... pref gabilliam or treckett or anything in bandom..... anything with william becket...... any au...... any timeline............ plz.......... ask box is so dusty and open......... waiting for ur ideas............ i can do headcannons or oneshots.................. plz................ age gap....... high school au..... vamp....... werwolf.......... dub con puppy play humiliation ANYTHING IM DESPERATE FOR IDEAS...... ANYTHING.......... EVEN SICK AND TWISTED ONES!!!!!!

#gabilliam #bandom #cobra starship #the academy is...#fanfiction #william beckett #gabe saporta #rpf #vampire au #headcannons #writing prompt #fanfic #treckett #travie mccoy #decaydance #fueled by ramen

puppybilvy

yay i not dead :p

ever since william woke up in an unfamiliar room, strangely unaware of how he got here (other than a sharp flash of someone pouncing on him during a midnight walk, landing just hard enough to knock him out with his head on the pavement), he's been confused about how he'll ever love again. it doesn't make any sense, and no one knows but him and pete; the fang marks dug in his collar bone one random night in december, and his inability to die.

they never figured out who did it, who bit him, except for the fact that no one else pete's found has ever been bit with this venom. it makes william feel special in a way, but equally as ashamed. why would someone with virgin fangs bite him? pete always suggested it was because he was pretty, and most immortals go for the people who are pretty enough to live forever with a pretty-privileged life, but he doesn't care if he's pretty or whatever. he's come to the realization he can never truly love someone again after that, after the moment he found out what he was from that moment on until eternity.

"a vampire? aren't those fictional?" he remembered asking the stranger with perfectly diagonal fringe, strong jawline, and tattoos covering all shown skin,, which wasn't really a lot, just his arms. "clearly not?" he mimicked the others tone, squinting his eyes down at the brunette like he was stupid.

william was laid out on a gurney of sorts, and he hadn't even questioned yet how a much shorter boy got him onto this thing, let along off the floor. his hairy was messily curled over his shoulders, and the collar of his shirt was rung out and tugged down past his collar bone, now sagging around his neck instead of framing it how his usually tight t-shirts did.

"are you hungry? thirsty? need to use the bathroom?" pete, he said his name was, asking with a tilted head. "no, not any of those..." he warily answered. "ever seen twilight?" "yeah? what's that got to do with anything?" "nothing, just that vampires don't feel hunger, thirst, or bowel movements in the real world either." he laughed a little, but william stayed dead-panned as ever.

...

he was walking back down the street he initially got bit at, only it was a bit over 4 years after the incident. he'd walked this street over and over, at least once a week, always at the same time--since he didn't crave sleep anymore, he didn't struggle to get up in the morning for work after these strolls. he didn't eat on these walks either though. he was fine with eating or sucking blood any other time essentially, but on these walks he craved the answer to his curiosity. his everlasting questions about "why me?". in a way, he wanted to see how hard it'd be to resist eating an innocent civilian at the darkest time of night with no one else around. in another way, he wanted to see if his "killer", or really "live-giver (forever)" would ever be here too. to see if this was their usually route too, or a one off.

he'd still never found out in these 4 years though, no one else has ever shown up. so the pattern of walking this route every few nights became an innocent habit after the second or third year. no one he would have to hold back from eating, and no killer to take down. it was enjoyable after the habit formed itself, even on the coldest winter nights where he'd pretend to bundle up, acting as though he could still feel the cold wind. sometimes he'd even fake a shiver, or breathe out and pretend to be amazed by how cold it was. he would do the same things in early spring too, not aware of the warming air until he'd finish a extra late walk at 6am to see his neighbor walk out in shorts and a t-shirt.

one night though, as every story goes, he ran into his worst nightmare. tonight, a warm, late-april night specifically, someone else was on his usually stomping grounds. on the other side of the street, walking no more than 10 strides behind him, they trailed the pretty brunette. he was just as tall, dressed in the same "this outfit is suitable for any whether" attire, just like himself, and had his hood on. beckett had only glanced back once or twice, and he couldn't see the face enough to make any other assumptions other than this man might've thought he was a girl, walking alone at 1:45a, or maybe they'd been watching him for longer and this was a vampire too--a hungry one? if he was alive, his heart would be racing right now, but unfortunately his body didn't work like that anymore, so only his fangs perked out, slipping slowly out of gnashing gums that were instinctively trying to protect him. he sped up, ashamed of his fangs and fearful of the shadow behind him, and continued on his walk blindly, head down and curls hiding his face and dripping spit--he hadn't eaten in hours, by accident prior to the walk, but now on purpose because of the walk.

... continue?

puppybilvy

onward……..

despite how frantic william was growing, he slowed his pace in attempt to let the stranger pass--if it even was a stranger--so he could continue on his walk and hopefully make it home soon. this slowed movement went on for a few minutes, and when william finally dared to glance behind himself again, the shadow was gone, finally. he breathed a fake sigh of relief and turned back forward before being met with a cold hand on his shoulder.

the vampire spun on his heel and stepped back quick, reflexes quicker than any human's, but his enemy didn't notice the suspiciousness of that as he was--bent over and panting?

"travie, what the fuck?" beckett stepped forward again, quickly scanning the other for any signs of injure, or any way to help the slightly-taller male.

"william, what the--fuck--are you--doing out this--huff--late?" he panted back, hands on his knees as short curled hung down by his cheeks, hiding his face briefly until he looked up at the immortal properly.

this was no stranger, obviously. travie and william had been close since high school, but over the past few years had grown apart as careers and lives got busier with age. mccoy still was unaware of the change in species for william, but it didn't really effect anything between them other than william's inability to eat his cooking (at least without having to spit it back up soon after,, vampire stomachs refused to digest human food apparently).

the two boys used to be something closer to friends with benefits when they were at their tightest, but even towards the end of their relationship, they wained off of all the kissing and groping, at least in public. jokes always flew behind closed doors, if kissing is even considered a joke really.

william was semi-grateful for the distance between them honestly, he didn't want to get caught up in loving someone so much if it was just going to end in his eternal life and their indefinitely finite one.

"uhm, walking and not scaring the shit out of other people?" the younger answered, not placing any hands on travie to consul them as travie was finally standing up straight, breath still stuck a bit far back in his throat. somewhere closer to catching it at least.

"yeah, no shit, i know you go on your nightly limbo walks, but you left the house at like 2am, dude, why?" travie questioned, scanning william back as they easily looked like they could be freezing right now, travie knew he was at least.

travie lived nearby in his own apartment and could see a bit of bill's house from the window, and it seemed like despite their relationships distance, william couldn't avoid the physical distance part.

"because i--" he'd never had to explain why he could easily stay up so late before, he hadn't had any reason to since he stayed away from friends way usually to avoid suspicion (as if anyone would believe he was a vampire regardless) "i napped earlier and woke up at, like, one. i still wanted to walk, so i did. why would you care?" he knew he sounded kind of snappy right now, but he had a right to after being spooked so hard a minute before.

"you look like a girl, bill, anyone could easily try to snatch you up if you're not aware, especially at this late!" he tried to warn, but if this was just any day five years ago, it might as well have just been an excuse to get william to come to his house and instead, and hopefully in his bed too. william rolled his eyes. "jokes on you, someone already did a few years ago," is what he wanted to say, but instead he just bit his lip and let mccoy win this time, leaving his stubbornness on the back of his tongue.

travie knew he'd won, it was easy to tell with william since his rebuttals usually came quick and stuttered, but a 15 second silence was enough to get the point across and let the two resume their separate walks as one now.

travie glanced down and took his hood off of his head, and then glanced back up, "...do you wa--" "do you wanna come over to my house for the night?" william mocked, knowing the exact words and tone that were about to come out of the mccoys mouth before they did, which earned an annoyed look from both the boys.

"you're so predictable, travie." the brunette retorted, eyes narrowed down before him and away from the tan boy beside him.

"why do you have to be so short with me, beckett? if i didn't know how you were, then i'd be fuckin' pissed right now. offended? whatever." he tried to find the right word, but he didn't care all that much to. "you sound like a dick." travie argued.

"because i can be short." he growled back, still looking at anything but his walking-buddy.

“yeah, you can, but you know it’s only with me, anyone else would slap the shit out of you for that attitude.” travie admitted, teeth gritted between dry lips that he’d been biting all night while trying to catch up with the pretty boy beside him. william being pretty was about the only reason his attitude was worth it—and that feeling probably wasn’t exclusive to travie.

william frowned, untensinf a little because of the truth handed to him. he knew he was in a bad mood because he was hungry as shit, but he had no appetite for travie, he never really did around people he liked--he only really liked animals for meals, probably has something to do with his empathy levels. "i'm probably just still tired...from earlier." he lied, but his tone was apologetic enough to soften the overall mood of their conversation.

"so that means you're allowed to spit in my face for trying to offer you some hospitality?' "no." "right." "...can i still come over?" "yeah." travies tone softened, finally, "you can, come on."

yay i not dead :p

ever since william woke up in an unfamiliar room, strangely unaware of how he got here (other than a sharp flash of someone pouncing on him during a midnight walk, landing just hard enough to knock him out with his head on the pavement), he's been confused about how he'll ever love again. it doesn't make any sense, and no one knows but him and pete; the fang marks dug in his collar bone one random night in december, and his inability to die.

they never figured out who did it, who bit him, except for the fact that no one else pete's found has ever been bit with this venom. it makes william feel special in a way, but equally as ashamed. why would someone with virgin fangs bite him? pete always suggested it was because he was pretty, and most immortals go for the people who are pretty enough to live forever with a pretty-privileged life, but he doesn't care if he's pretty or whatever. he's come to the realization he can never truly love someone again after that, after the moment he found out what he was from that moment on until eternity.

"a vampire? aren't those fictional?" he remembered asking the stranger with perfectly diagonal fringe, strong jawline, and tattoos covering all shown skin,, which wasn't really a lot, just his arms. "clearly not?" he mimicked the others tone, squinting his eyes down at the brunette like he was stupid.

william was laid out on a gurney of sorts, and he hadn't even questioned yet how a much shorter boy got him onto this thing, let along off the floor. his hairy was messily curled over his shoulders, and the collar of his shirt was rung out and tugged down past his collar bone, now sagging around his neck instead of framing it how his usually tight t-shirts did.

"are you hungry? thirsty? need to use the bathroom?" pete, he said his name was, asking with a tilted head. "no, not any of those..." he warily answered. "ever seen twilight?" "yeah? what's that got to do with anything?" "nothing, just that vampires don't feel hunger, thirst, or bowel movements in the real world either." he laughed a little, but william stayed dead-panned as ever.

...

he was walking back down the street he initially got bit at, only it was a bit over 4 years after the incident. he'd walked this street over and over, at least once a week, always at the same time--since he didn't crave sleep anymore, he didn't struggle to get up in the morning for work after these strolls. he didn't eat on these walks either though. he was fine with eating or sucking blood any other time essentially, but on these walks he craved the answer to his curiosity. his everlasting questions about "why me?". in a way, he wanted to see how hard it'd be to resist eating an innocent civilian at the darkest time of night with no one else around. in another way, he wanted to see if his "killer", or really "live-giver (forever)" would ever be here too. to see if this was their usually route too, or a one off.

he'd still never found out in these 4 years though, no one else has ever shown up. so the pattern of walking this route every few nights became an innocent habit after the second or third year. no one he would have to hold back from eating, and no killer to take down. it was enjoyable after the habit formed itself, even on the coldest winter nights where he'd pretend to bundle up, acting as though he could still feel the cold wind. sometimes he'd even fake a shiver, or breathe out and pretend to be amazed by how cold it was. he would do the same things in early spring too, not aware of the warming air until he'd finish a extra late walk at 6am to see his neighbor walk out in shorts and a t-shirt.

one night though, as every story goes, he ran into his worst nightmare. tonight, a warm, late-april night specifically, someone else was on his usually stomping grounds. on the other side of the street, walking no more than 10 strides behind him, they trailed the pretty brunette. he was just as tall, dressed in the same "this outfit is suitable for any whether" attire, just like himself, and had his hood on. beckett had only glanced back once or twice, and he couldn't see the face enough to make any other assumptions other than this man might've thought he was a girl, walking alone at 1:45a, or maybe they'd been watching him for longer and this was a vampire too--a hungry one? if he was alive, his heart would be racing right now, but unfortunately his body didn't work like that anymore, so only his fangs perked out, slipping slowly out of gnashing gums that were instinctively trying to protect him. he sped up, ashamed of his fangs and fearful of the shadow behind him, and continued on his walk blindly, head down and curls hiding his face and dripping spit--he hadn't eaten in hours, by accident prior to the walk, but now on purpose because of the walk.

... continue?