#ghostface byler

[dearwillbyers]

uncensored/ full version here: dearwillbyers ao3

[bowie-mohawk-mike-wheeler]

kinda obsessed with the idea of ghostface byler but my mind was picturing it this entire time in the sense of one of them being obsessive and the other not knowing who this mysterious stalker/killer is. how foolish of me. one of my favorite ever movies is scream 1996. the answer is so simple: of course they would both be ghostface

[oopstheyredead]

!!! BLOOD WARNING

GHOSTFACE BYLER ‼️🔪🩸

I haven’t done this type of lighting before so I hope it looks okay :)

[s3aslug112]

I was off my phone for like two days and all of a sudden there’s 5+ new byler variants

[actuallyathena05]

It’s me and my 20 million stranger things playlists against the world

[tumbleintomyheart]

guys ghostface byler is lowk so good like ik it can be pretty ooc for the both of them (esp the ones where el is sidney) but its so good i always love a ghostface au

[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).

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