#hellfar

[hellfar]

[reblogthefunny]

You couldn’t make a more bonkers list if you tried.

[sunflowerharrington]

No Protesting About my Offer. Let’s go! Pronto!

pairing(s) - byler, implied steve x reader

warning(s) - swearing, mention of billy hargrove’s death, mike being an idiot (that’s canon though at this point).

author’s note - MIKEY!!! i love that dude with my whole heart, even if he’s an idiot sometimes and can’t see that THE ICON, THE MOMENT; MR WILLIAM BYERS IS IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! this is pure fluff. reader is mike’s sister. also this is my first time writing for mike, my apologies if i get his character wrong 💕

byler 🥰

i listened to i like you by post malone while writing this if that helps anything. i love posty 🫠🤭

word count - 737 (i estimated)

taglist - @will-byers-is-my-boyfriend @sunnymunson @quickiesgirl @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @taecube @sympathyforher @eddies-bat @wzrlds dm or comment to be added or removed 💕

“Let me level with you, Mike. I’m going out with Chrissy and some of my other girls tonight to Jason’s party because I have a life, unlike you. So I am not dropping you to Hellfar, or whatever.”

“Do you, though? You only get invited ‘cause you’re fucking everyone’s boyfriends behind their backs. And it’s Hellfire.”

“Ooh, burn!” Your little sister, Holly, shrieked, giggling away as she played with her dolls. “Bad words, Mikey! No bad words!”

She called her boy doll Mike and the other boy doll Will, and she was making them kiss. “Ooh, ooh! Look, Mikey! You’re kissing Will!”

“I have a girlfriend, Holl. Her name is El,” he explained, crouching down to level with her.

“But you wanna kiss Will? I know it! You’re in loooove,” she sang.

“Ugh, that’s not the point right now,” he groaned, turning back to you. “Please, Y/N? I’ll um… I’ll stop bothering you about your crush on Steve!”

“I do not have a crush on Steve!” You argued, hiding your blushing cheeks with your hair.

“What about your massive crush on Billy?”

“Low blow, Mike. Low blow,” you deadpanned, clutching at your chest. “I’m not going to explain what he would do to you right now if he was here because we have a five year old in the room, but I’m warning you. If by some magical chance he comes back…”

“Sorry, I um… It just slipped out.”

“It’s whatever. Nothing anyone could have done would’ve saved him anyway… I guess I can bring you to Hellfire. If you do my calculus homework for a week. No, no. No protesting, Michael. Let’s go, let’s go! Pronto!”

You hurried him out the door, turning around to playfully stick your tongue out at your little sister, and she did it back to you before going back to making ‘Mikey’ and ‘Will’ kiss.

You breathed in the surprisingly cool summer night’s air, sliding into the driver’s seat of your car and revving the engine after putting the keys into the ignition. Mike hopped in beside you, turning on your radio and changing the station, where electric guitars riffs and clashing drums sent a pulse running through your body.

“What is this?”

“Metallica. Eddie recommended them to me,” Mike said, turning the volume of your radio up.

“Who’s Eddie?”

“Seriously, Y/N?” He blinked at you in confusion. “He literally sits beside you in English and math.”

“You could have meant a different Eddie! How was I supposed to know? I know more than one!”

“Name another Eddie you know that likes heavy metal then,” he challenged as you rounded the bend up towards the high school.

“I… Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know another Eddie. Anyway, that’s not the point right now.”

“What is your point then?”

“I have a question,” you stated, pulling into the school’s driveway.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyes widening. “But if it’s about what Holly said about Will, I’m not answering! Him and I are just friends.”

“You said that like you were questioning yourself, Mike. You like Will. Admit it or I’m taking you home right now. No Hellfire, and a very very unhappy Eddie spaghetti,” you retorted, putting emphasis on some words and changing your voice to sound as much like Eddie as you could. “You son of a bitch! Jesus Christ, Mike, ‘coulda given us more notice! You made us postpone the Cult of Vecna!”

“You’re right, Eddie will be so pissed! Y/N, please!”

“Fine, future Mr Byers,” you teased, parking your car near the front entrance to the school.

“Actually, I was thinking about keeping the Wheeler name.”

“Ha! Gotcha, sucker! Murray was right all along!”

“You’re the worst,” he groaned, undoing his seatbelt.

“You actually want to keep your last name as Wheeler? And I’m here wanting to change mine as fast as possible.”

“To what; Harrington?” He teased, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

“For the last time, Mike!” You shouted, taking your hand off the hand break. “I. Do not. Like Steve Harrington.”

“Mhmm. Sure, sure. We’re here now, thanks for dropping me.”

“Hey, before you go let me give you something,” you said, wrapping your arm around his neck to put him in a headlock so he wouldn’t move, ignoring his annoyed groans as you ruffled up his hair and kissed him on the forehead. “Go show Vecna who’s boss.”

[a-ghostlight-for-roman]

Logan Sanders has adhd and says y'all

I absolutely live for Logan having an Appalachian dialect & no one can stop me. 

List of phrases & words Logan definitely uses because I say so: y’all, scat Tom  tail’s in the gravy (bless you), oh bless your heart, calling anything that annoys him “varmint,” HELLFIRE (pronounced as hellfar or hellfore), I’ll give you what for (give someone a piece of his mind), he says pop not soda, you’ns, I’m all tickled/tore up/ruffled, SPITFIRE, afeared (afraid), he also does the super lengthy contractions like y’all’ain’t’ve, ate/eat up (infected/infested), people aren’t his family they’re his kin, thank ya kindly, adds a t to the ends of random words (across -> acrosst, twice -> twicet, et cetera), his’n/her’n/your’n, idn’t (isn’t), all tolable like (good), etc.

I have intense feelings for this headcanon hfgdhfgk it’s just really funny to picture. I simply would like Logan Sanders to talk like he’s just left the family holler for the first time.

[cameoappearance]

Harmonic Hellfarer: Ah the idyllic potato-eating days of yore

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thanks

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