#bylerween wip

[wrenalert]

oops my hand slipped… @bylerween2023

[jonathanbyersphd]

Hi hello, it's me again, happy WIP Wednesday here's what I have for my Bylerween fic so far I hope you like it:

For the record, Will thinks this is a terrible idea. And when his step-dad eventually comes to arrest them all he’ll say that he wanted no part in it, that all he wanted was to go out with his friends, he thought the worst thing they’d do was maybe smash some pumpkins but they'd be back at Mike's by nine playing D&D in the basement. 

B&E was nowhere near his Halloween plans. Yet, here he is outside the Old Creel house as Eddie Munson is regaling them with the story of the house's alleged ancient curse. He doesn’t believe in curses, he’s way too old for that, but he can’t deny there’s something odd about the Victorian. It’s almost like it’s watching him. The thought sends a shiver down his spine. Mike leans in closer and Will tries not to think about how beautiful he looks.

“You okay?” he asks in a low tone 

“Yea fine, just cold” Will answers 

Mike pulls off his leather jacket, holds it out for Will with a nod.

“No, thanks though” Will

“You sure?” Mike questions

“Yea”

They’re sitting on a derelict swingset in a park across the street. The hellfire club is gathered for their own ritual. When Eddie finishes with storytime he expects each of them to explore the house by themselves. After all, according to Eddie they can’t possibly survive the intensity of Dungeons & Dragons if they’re afraid of a little house. Will’s not sure how those two things are the same but he didn’t say that. Besides, Eddie promises that this is the last thing they’ll have to do to become official Hellfire members. But he’s really only here because Mike is here. Now that he’s paying closer attention, Mike also looks pretty disinterested in what Eddie has to say, twisting around on his seat and smiling to himself. It’s probably because they’ve both heard this story before, on Halloween night ages ago. And frankly, Jonathan told the Creel story better or maybe it was scary because he was nine. Eddie’s dramatics are too childish for what should be a somber tale.

“And then when Old Man Creel realized what he had done. He plunged the ax into his own chest ending his bloodlust” Eddie recounts with a theatrical flourishes, acting out Creel’s alleged final moments

“That’s not how I remember it” Mike snarks in a whisper before Will can say anything. 

Will snickers, and Mike beams at him. 

“Something funny Wheeler" Eddie interrogates 

"No not at all"  Mike lies, and Will has to hold back his laughter. 

"Great. Now as I was saying, Legend has it that Old Victor still haunts his once peaceful home searching for another victim to sink his ax into" Eddie finishes with an expression that Will guesses is supposed to be frightening but seems more cartoony than anything.  

"That's disturbing" Dustin shudders 

“It's bullshit”’ Will exclaims

“Oh really?” Eddie challenges 

Next to him, he can feel Mike tense slightly, readying himself to defend Will. 

“Yea really” Will continues “It was the kid that snapped and murdered his whole family”

“That’s where your wrong Byers” Eddie roars 

“Are you sure Will?” Lucas asks from his spot on the playground

“Yea, Jonathan said it was the kid” Will insists 

“Hate to break it to you pipsqueak but there’s no way a twelve year old could do that” Eddie laughs and the rest of his club joins in. Dustin, Lucas and Mike don’t move a muscle and Will is grateful for it. 

Will doesn't tell Eddie that once when Jonathan was twelve he hit Lonnie so hard with a baseball bat that he passed out just to protect him. For reasons unknown to him, Eddie doesn’t like Jonathan. Which is enough of a reason not to like him in Will’s book. But Mike, for whatever reason, worships Eddie. And he loves Mike. So now he’s forced to sit with Eddie at lunch, participate in the Hellfire Club, and be in this stupid,cold park listening to a fake story. And the only other reason he puts up with it is because at least they’re playing DnD again. But he’d much rather be in Mike’s basement with his friends playing video games and lamenting how they’re too old to go trick or treating. 

“Jonathan says that place isn't anymore haunted than the lab outside of town” Mike chimes in and Will perks up as Eddie rolls his eyes

“Didn't they used to do MK ultra experiments?” Dustin questions

“That's an urban legend, dummy” Lucas answers with a shove. 

“Well Byers” Eddie starts “Since you clearly aren’t afraid why don’t you go first” he goads 

“Fine” Will shrugs, getting up. 

Will can feel Mike watching him but he really doesn’t mind going first the sooner they get this over with the sooner he can go home. He picks up a flashlight from Lucas, passes a smirking Eddie and makes his way across the street. He hops up the stairs onto the porch, he can hear muffled talking from in the park but doesn’t think much of it as he pauses at the door. It, like everything else about the house, is old. Someone attempted to board it shut but it’s long since been pulled away. No doubt by some other mischievous teen fulfilling a dare to impress their friends. 

Will finds himself mesmerized by the stained glass window displaying a bright rose. Unlike the rest of the windows of the house, this one hasn’t been cracked or chipped away at. He wonders if it’s been reinforced somehow or if Hawkins kids, as obnoxious as they were, were at least sensible enough not to destroy the artwork. He reaches out for the doorknob and turns, but it doesn’t budge. Will scoffs at himself for thinking it would before bracing himself to knock the door in with his shoulder. 

“Will wait up” Mike calls, catching up to him

“Thought I was supposed to go alone” Will responds cynically 

“Oh c’mon what kind of guy would I be if I let my best friend get murdered by a ghost” Mike jokes 

Friend. The word linger in the crisp night air and Will hates himself for focusing on it. He convinces himself that he’s imagining the slight rose creeping into Mike’s cheeks. 

“Yea” he nods softly, turning his attention back to the front door. 

“Together?” Mike suggests 

“Together” Will agrees, as they both shove the old door open. 

[bamgory]

additional keychainful scream!byler from my one wip post ❤️❤️❤️ (ft. wills mole on the wrong side bc i flipped him rip 💔)

[fluffyfangirl]

Byler (pre) relationship (almost) cuddling in bed in fic heals my heart and my soul each time

[imactuallyreallycool]

He’s feeling a little green (wip)

Late Halloween post, I know but I’ve at work non stop so when I get home I just want to relax lmaooooo

[therainscene]

Posting a WIP of my day 3 entry for @bylerween2023 since it's not looking like I'm going to get it done in time.

I also just wanted an excuse to share a screenshot from my inspiration for this piece: World of Horror, a cosmic horror RPG whose 1-bit, Junji Ito-esque aesthetic has utterly captivated me:

(This character is my favourite. How do you avoid this status effect and/or getting caught by the horror? That's the neat part: you don't.)

[humblebumble069]

@bylerween live laugh old byler they want to make me cryyy

[fruitbythefoot7]

woah closeups

[jen-said-that-]

here's a little wip for a series I'm working on for bylerween! byler pumpkin patch date + someone brought their polaroid camera = cute fall photoshoot! 🎃 (full art and better quality under the cut)

[astrobei]

he’s fine, he’s just in his sam winchester era

day 3 of @bylerween2023: demons, devils, and exorcisms. nooooo will don’t drink the demongorgon blood noooo

[rotisseries]

it's still wednesday where I'm at if your clock is 30 minutes off so here's my wip wednesday post for my day 1 @bylerween2023 fic!! ghosts my beloved

[miaisagirllover]

miwip/lumax SUNDAY?????

anyone that can come up with a fic name will get one digital hug from me. its where byler and lumax hunt a ghost in hops cabin. got the idea from mr midnight

[aidyaiden]

bylerween day 2 moodboard: ✅️

sneak peak i guess not really something uh yeah take that 🥸

its like uh the main/middle puc of the moodboard

[bamgory]

working hard or hardly .. working .... ha ..

here's proof i wasnt crushed by an anvil . somehow

also i forgot that everytime i draw something i am possessed by the souls of completely diff people (my artstyle changes everytime i pick up my stylus) so idek if i can summon the hand that drew my first miwi sketches 😭😭😭 hopefully they will return to me who knows!

[fluffyfangirl]

[suzieburself]

DAY 7 BYLERWEEN WIP: DnD

Other details:

- fantasy and magic Au featuring paladin Mike and cleric Will

- established byler

Warnings:

- blood, gore, death, murder, violence

This is low key a dead dove do not eat kind of fic. Definitely my darkest… so just mind the tags and don’t come for me!!!