#ghostface byler

[hunnydreams42]

Incredible Fanart done by @fullsaviourshalt for my Ghostface Byler story “A Kiss For Kill” and my Mike’s Unsent Letters story “Sincerely…”. All these little doodles are beautiful and amazing and mean so much to me and I just really love that I was able to inspire someone like this in some small way :) not to mention that they both capture my stories in such a funny but true way as well 😊.

Thank you so much for these awesome drawings! I love them so much! 💙💛💙💛

[coniangray]

Tw:// blood

When Will woke up again, the sun had already risen a bit. He assumed it was about six am, after bringing himself back to the reality he lived in. Confused from what he already faced, he checked his surroundings to make sure he was alive, and actually there.

The roof was empty and quiet. There were no screams, no running, not anything. He got up and tried to walk back inside, to see if Fred was there. Even though he was in extreme pain still and he just witnessed awfully horrible things, he hoped he was still alive.

He pushed the door, but it only opened about three inches; something was blocking it.

He pushed once more. And then froze in place due to the view he came by.

Fred's body was unrecognisable. It wasn't even considered a body anymore. It was a mass of broken bones, flesh and poked eyes outside their sockets. The skin was rotten, and the clothes were ripped due to the bone replacement. The only thing that stayed in place was the scar and the glasses.

Without knowing, Will made a few steps back, and he puked so much that blood came out of his guts.

He didn't know how much time passed. He didn't know if the Wheelers already woke up, if they noticed he wasn't there anymore. He didn't care at that time. He only wanted this to be over.

The police alarm was ringing from the other side of the block. Will waited there, relieved that someone was to appear, giving a sense of normality.

"Did you witness anything else before passing out? Like where the killer might have gone?" Chief Powell asked. Only then did Will realise he revealed part of the truth to the authorities, not the whole thing.

"Uh, no. I'm sorry." He replied with hesitation. Before passing out, the only thing he could bring up was Ghostface's mask and a rock. Nothing else.

As the chief headed to his team that was examining the body, he shooted a web on the nearest building and started swinging back home.

A small part of my fanfic "Leave no trace behind" (shiftingfics on ao3).

[mroddmod]

cutely bylers your scream

[froggywritesstuff]

Poly Yandere Will Byers & Mike Wheeler x male reader

Byler Ghostface au

ours | poly!ghostface!yandere!byler

ship/pairing: yandere!ghostface!Will Byers x male!reader x yandere!ghostface!Mike Wheeler

warnings: yandere themes, murder, character death, blood, stabbing, unhealthy relationships, possessiveness, implied period-typical homophobia (please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of these)

A/N: i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please understand that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life. fem readers dni, Byler Ghostface au, sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy :)

Mike and Will were best friends. Sometimes other things. They shared a simple interest with one another. An interest no one else would be able to properly understand. You. And when someone else tried to take an interest in you, they took it upon themselves to get rid of them. Of course you were always so sad when a friend you had become close with vanished out of nowhere, and when your dates never showed up, but that was just a bonus in Will and Mike’s plan. They'd always be there for you when you were lonely, sometimes making you feel like they were the only people there for you. Of course, you never knew they were intentionally making you feel that way, and intentionally driving away any other friends you might make. You just felt so loved having Mike and Will’s friendship, unaware of how they both wanted you in a different way. So much, they’d do anything for you. But apparently, you never got the memo.

You happily sped toward Mike and Will at the lunch table they were sitting at, greeting them both with a wide smile as you handed them a note.

"What's this?" Mike asked, taking it from your hands.

You sat down across from them, unable to contain your excitement, "Just read the note." you said, voice having a slight excited squeak to it.

Mike smiled at your excitement, before opening up the note and reading it.

'I got a date :)'

He felt his heart drop as he read your words. His brain went into overdrive, before he passed the note to Will, giving him a look. 

Will’s eyes widened as he read it, not wanting you to see his anger. Mike however, did not care about hiding his expression. The thought crossed his mind a few times, but he was too focused on this. What did you mean, you got a date?

Will was a way better actor than Mike, as he quickly plastered on an eager look as he spoke to you, “So what’s his name?”

You were beyond happy over Will’s ‘support’, completely naive to his real intentions.

”It’s Conner, from our science class.” You gushed, waving to a boy sitting at another table, not noticing the scowl etched on Mike’s face as he saw him. He and Will were familiar with Conner. Every odd science lesson, he would ask to be your lab partner. They agreed they wouldn’t do anything about Conner unless he tried becoming friends with you, so they could stop anything else happening between the two of you. Apparently they were too late. Will had a plan though. He usually did.

“Do you guys have anything planned? Where are you two going out?”

Mike began listening more intently, immediately understanding what Will was thinking.

You shrugged, “We were just gonna watch movies at my place, since we don’t really wanna go out in public.”

Will and Mike nodded, an unspoken plan being formed, “Nice.” Will smiled.

Mike plastered a smile on his face, almost speaking through gritted teeth, ”Sounds fun.”

____

You looked so beautiful. You were laughing, and smiling, and the light from the tv screen illuminated your face in the most ethereal way. Mike and Will loved your smile. However they hated when you smiled because of someone else. No one else should be able to see you happy, let alone make you happy. So to say they were angry as they saw you laughing because of something Conner said through your living room window would be an understatement. Conner didn't deserve you. No matter how much you liked him, no matter how much he liked you, you two would never be right for each other. Mike and Will just needed you to realise that.

You were unaware of Mike and Will's presence, your attention on the boy beside you, until the phone rang. You left the couch where you and Conner sat, sending him an apologetic smile as you went to answer the phone.

"Hello, Y/N speaking?" you said, into the phone.

"Hello?" a low, gravelly voice responded.

You paused, waiting for an answer before realising you weren't going to get one, "Who is this?" you asked.

"Who's this?" they asked, much to your confusion.

"Is there someone you're trying to reach?"

"Well, what number is this?"

"What number are you trying to reach?"

"I don't know."

You narrowed your eyes, before speaking, "Then I think you have the wrong number."

"Oh do I?"

"Uh-huh. I gotta go now, bye." you said, ending the call and hanging up the phone. "Sorry about that," you said, walking back to where Conner was sitting.

"Who was it?" he asked, to which you shrugged, about to answer, only to be interrupted by the phone ringing again.

You sighed, walking back to the phone, picking it up with a huff, "Hello?"

"Hi."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the familiar voice, "Did you need something?"

"I wanted to apologise."

"For?"

"Dialling the wrong number."

"You're forgiven. Bye now." before you can hang up, the voice calls out.

"Don't hang up, I just wanna talk."

"I'd love to talk, but I have a friend over, I don't wanna keep them waiting."

"He can wait. I just wanna talk." the voice responded, to which you sighed, holding the phone away from you and turning to where Conner was sitting.

"Who is it?" he asked.

You shrugged, "I dunno yet, but they seem very persistent in talking to me. I'll try and hang up soon." you said, receiving an understanding smile from Conner, before you brought the phone back to you, "What do you wanna-?"

"Who was that?" the voice snapped.

"Just my friend? Now what do you wanna talk about?"

"How much do you like your friend?" the voice asked, giving you a bad feeling.

"What do you mean?" you asked, growing more and more cautious of the stranger.

A mocking laugh came from the phone, "How loud are you gonna scream when I slice Conner to bits?"

You whipped your head around, heart dropping when Conner was nowhere to be found. Much to their disappointment, you hung up the phone, running through the walls of your house, screaming Conner's name. The phone rang again, making you jump with fear. You raced toward the phone, picking it up and answering it.

"Who the fuck are you and what do you want?!" you imagined yourself sounding tough, but your face was drenched with tears and your voice was cracking from the fear.

The voice laughed, "Like I said, I just wanna talk."

"I don't wanna talk to you." you cried, heart racing with fear.

"Oh?" you could almost hear the smirk over the phone, "So you'd rather I slit Conner's throat right now?"

"No, please don't hurt him!"

"There we go," a low laugh came from the phone, "Now if you don't wanna hear your boyfriend choking on his own blood, you'll talk to me."

You felt your heart drop with fear, "H-how did you know we were-?" you stopped yourself from continuing, taking a breath to calm yourself, the sound of low static on the line making you uneasy, "Is that why you're doing this?"

A hum came from the phone, "Maybe you should just be more careful about which boys you date."

"Fuck you," you hissed, breaths heavy as you felt tears roll down your cheeks, "I'm calling the police, you dick." you hung up the phone, about to dial 911, when you heard a loud scream, followed by a thud.

The phone dropped from your hands as you saw Conner's mutilated body on the floor. Blood pooled from slits around his neck, arms and legs, staining the floor bright red. A choked sob escaped your lips and you went to run to his body, when a man in a black cloak and white mask walked in front of his body, facing you. You shook in fear, beginning to back away when someone else came behind you, wrapping their strong arms around your body to keep you from running. The masked man in front of you stalked toward you, and you began thrashing in their arms, attempting to escape, when he brought his hand up to his mask.

You felt your heart drop as you stared at the familiar dark brown eyes of your best friend, "Mike? Wh-what the fuck are you doing?"

He stared at you looking genuinely confused, "Did you not see this coming? Y/N, we've been friends with you for years, did you never think we deserved something a little more than that?"

You felt your breath hitch, "Will?"

The man behind you took his mask off as well, and you felt his hand grip your jaw, turning your head to face him, "Oh, this wasn't a one person job Y/N."

Mike nodded at Will, "There were way too many people getting too close to you, and we couldn't let that happen."

"Apparently this was the only way to get you to realise it, but you're ours, Y/N."

You felt Mike grab your hand tightly, sending a chill down your spine, "And we don't intend to let anyone take you away from us."

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Ghostface!Byler Headcanons

normally reader is gn for headcanons but for Will reader is ALWAYS male.

These two as ghostface would be chaotic.

They’d probably get away with it too.

As for you, they’d kill people for you and maybe even scare you as Ghosyface whenever you flirt with someone on purpose.

They do like talking you and following you around.

Occasionally calling you as Ghostface too.

If you’re psychotic like them then they’d let you join you.

EITHER way it doesn’t take long for you to figure out they’re Ghostface because it’s pretty easy.

That changes a lot. Their demeanor changes and their act of being these sweet and totally not psychotic friends changes.

They kidnap you or force you to be with them. And still kill for you. And scare you if necessary with threats.

If you happily join them then they’d probably still be sweet and kind. And bonus if you’re secretly psychotic like them.

[bit-of-a-nerd]

Bylerween Day Two: Slashers, Gore and Body Horror

my @bylerween2023 fic! it’s a ghostface byler au!

[malewife-cas]

basically the plot of s5 of st

[wendydarlingfics]

Modern Day Scream AU where Will and Mike are ghostface

Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!

Byler Week 2023 Day Five: Secret Identities

He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand

[http-byler]

it’s a lot scarier when there’s no motive

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Ghostface!Byler X Crazy!Yandere!Reader (this is an idea you can use it if you want to!)

Summary: (can be whatever you want it to be!)

Important things to know about this idea!

• They Don’t Know Your Yandere…Yet

• You have a Dark and Sadistic personality

• Your Very Aggressive When Killing

• You have a Knife and a Gun for Killing (Will and Mike don’t know you have that)

• Your A Good Actor (you can fool anybody)

• Your Very Intelligent

[h4arts]

ghostfaces in stranger things and their motives

- lucas (kills) and dustin (calls): tired of being bullied

- el (kills) and max (calls): revenge on people who've wronged them

- nancy (kills) and robin (calls): tired of being looked down upon

- mike (kills) and will (calls): tired of being overlooked/forgotten about

- eddie (kills) and steve (calls): revenge on the people that gave them bad reputations (the freak, king steve)

[hunnydreams42]

Title: A Kiss For Kill

Relationship: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler

Summary:

"I want you to play with me," he said to her, almost childlike, she hated not having the guts to hang up, he was just further creeping her out, "Don't you want to play with me Chrissy?"

Her jaw made an audible snap when she forced it closed after hearing her name come from the caller's mouth, she forced her gasp back down her throat, not wanting him to know just how scared she was that he knew her name.

Her breathing came out choppy as she hurried to the windows to peak out the curtains, she was positive he wasn't in her house, there's no way he could be, but she wasn't so positive that he wasn't outside her house. She didn't respond to him after hearing her name, he found amusement in that if his laugh was anything to go by.

"Peek-a-Boo, I see you Chrissy," he teased her with another laugh that made her flinch, "Can you see me?" He taunted.

Stranger Things Crossed Over With Scream (1996).

Featuring Eleven as Sydney and both Will and Mike as a mixture of Billy and Stu (Tik Tok Inspired Story).

**Story can be read on Archive of Our Own**

[mike-wheeler-the-heart]

you were kinda insane for the ghostface will and mike playlist photos because the way you literally guessed who was doing the calls and who was doing the kills (in the beginning) for my fic is crazy

It's because I'm psychic actually

[mroddmod]

quick question:

[mayahawkeswife]

i’ve been seeing so many tiktok edits n stuff of stranger things ghostface aus and i literally need someone to make a fic PLEAsE

i am on my hands and knees rn fr 🤧🙏🙏