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YALL HI SORRY I WAS GONE FOR LIKE 2 YEARS BUT DO YALL EVER SWEAR UP AND DOWN THAT A FIC EXISTED BUT YOU CAN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE??? DID ANYONE ELSE READ THAT AMAZING MJF X CM PUNK (Don't judge me please 🧍) FIC WHERE THEY WERE STUCK IN A TIME LOOP AND FORCED TO RELIVE THE SUNDAY AFTER THEIR COLLAR MATCH AND ITS SORTA A SLOW BURN ENEMIES TO LOVERS AND IT WAS SO GOOD AND I SWEAR IT EXISTED??? I'M NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH FOR ME TO COME U WITH THIS ON MY OWN DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? IT WAS ON AO3 AND NOW ITS NOT??? IT WAS SO GOOD I NEED IT BACK🙏🙏🙏
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AEW Incorrect Quotes
MJF:…Am I in hell?
Jon Moxley: No, Max. If you were, you’d be on a throne and the devil would be packing.
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Slowly reblogging some of my favorite incorrect quotes
AEW Incorrect quotes
( I did something different, yay!)
Interviewer: Okay, next question! Oooh! Romance! Are there any ladies in the picture, Mr.Omega?
Kenny Omega, leaning forward deadass serious: Please tell me every aspect of my being that made you assume I was straight. I need to change that immediately.
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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
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If you're reading this...
go write three sentences on your current writing project.
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17 Stairs To Hell
Chapter 2: Ring, Ring, Sidney!
The night had begun rather peacefully, with bowls of popcorn popped and soda poured for the three girls. Movies were rented and watched, and as the excitement of their little slumber party began to die down, the girls found themselves locked away in Tatum's room, their giggles and jokes mere whispers as not to awaken her mother over in the next room.
"Okay, okay," Tatum gushed, fanning her teary eyes after a particularly funny joke Skylar had just made. "Guess what Stu did for me today."
The Prescott sisters gathered close, kicking their feet lazily as they lay on their stomachs.
"Something stupid?" Skylar suggested, rolling her eyes at the topic of boys.
"No," Tatum giggled, twirling her hair around her finger like a schoolgirl in the movies shown at the theater.
"Something romantic?" Sidney chimed in, taking a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl by Tatum's feet.
"Even better!" Tatum exclaimed.
The two sisters glanced at each other, a quick conversation passing silently between them.
"Something stupid romantic?" They said in unison, rolling their eyes playfully at their blonde friend.
"Yes!" Tatum cheered, throwing her hands into the air to give them a little shake.
"Knew it," Skylar joked, elbowing her sister next to her.
With a smile, Sidney continued her attention to be her best friend, resting her head in her hand as Tatum began to ramble on about the sickeningly sweet things her blonde himbo of a boyfriend did for her. Slowly though, her mind began to wander to her own boyfriend, and the look of betrayal that had taken over his features the last time they had spoken. The memory of it made her chest tighten. She knew that tomorrow she was going to have to talk to him about it, apologize til her heart gave out if she had to. Maybe she could get him alone during lunch, or even ride home with him after school-
"Hello! Earth to Sid-Kid!"
Sidney was pulled away from her thoughts by a hand being waved in front of her face. The hand was attached to her sister, who wore a matching worried look with Tatum, who must've stopped her rambling sometime ago.
"You okay, Sidney?"
"Yeah, yeah, just got lost in my own head for a sec."
"Surprising," Skylar snorted, pushing her sister's arm playfully. "Not much is up there for you to get lost in."
Sidney retaliated and threw a couple of pieces of popcorn at her sister, who unsuccessfully tried to dodge the snack food.
Tatum chuckled, leaning back against her headboard as she watched the girls playfully toss popcorn at each other. At some point, she had decided that she had seen enough of Sidney having the upper hand on the younger Prescott and began to insert herself into their little popcorn war by throwing a piece at Sidney from behind.
Sidney mocked being wounded and dramatically laid her head down onto the bed.
"Oh, my dearest friend Tatum, how you wound me."
The three burst into laughter at her antics before recollecting themselves a few, long minutes later. Before anyone could speak another word though, the phone replaced the silence of their laughter.
"I'll get it," Tatum announced as she hopped off the bed with a sense of showmanship.
The two girls left in the room began to pick up the popcorn from their little fight off the floor, smiles faded yet visible.
"Hey, Sidney," Skylar mumbled, ducking her head under the bed to check for any loose popcorn kernels.
"Hmm?"
"When is dad going to be back in town?"
The brunette shook her head, her brows furrowing into a look of concentration. "I don't know Sky, he said as soon as he could but, who knows how longs that's gonna take."
"Do you think he's gonna make us leave Woodboro?"
At this, Sidney sat upright. Her sister's face was still hidden under the bed, but her body language screamed that she was upset about something.
"What brought this on?" Sidney asked, moving to the floor to sit with her sister.
"I don't wanna leave home, Sidney, even if there was a psycho murder on the loose. I don't wanna leave Woodsboro."
The older girl nodded her head slowly, a look of understanding spreading across her face. This place was the only home either of them had ever known. It was their mother's hometown, where she was born and raised, and where she had wanted to raise her own daughters.
Sidney raised the blanket to look at her sister's sad face. While Sidney resembled a mix of both their parents, Skylar looked nearly identical to their mother. Same curly black hair, same soft features, same dimples on either side of her cheeks. It was no wonder their father had planned his trip away during the week of his wife's death anniversary, his youngest daughter looked too much like her to handle. Even if he had watched her grow up with her mother's face for fourteen years, it must've still hurt him deeply. It was the same hurt that filled Skylar's dark, almost unfamiliar eyes when she stared into the mirror for too long.
"I know Sky, but if it keeps us safe then, we have to do what we have to do."
Skylar, obviously disliking her older sister's "words of wisdom," rolled her eyes and maneuvered herself from under the bed.
"But hey," Sidney smiled, grabbing her arm gently. "We just have to trust that Dewey and the Police catch this guy, then we'll have nothing to worry about."
Skylar opened her mouth to speak, but just then Tatum ran back into the room, Dewey and her mother in tow.
"Tatum? What's wrong?"
"It's him. It's the masked guy from the other night, he's on the phone."
The sister's eyes widened, the look of terror drawn on both their faces evident.
"He said that if we hung up, he'd gut us all just like he did Casey. He wants to talk to you, Sid. I-i, I don't know what to do."
Sidney was up and by her friend's side in a flash, wiping the tears away that fell down the blonde's face.
"Shh, it's okay. We're gonna be okay."
She glanced to her side to see that Skylar had followed her off the floor, her features trying to forcibly cover up her sacred expression.
"Stay in here with Tatum, Sky," she instructed, kissing her sister on the head. "I'll be right back."
With that, she left the room, with Dewey hot on her tail. Despite her sister's instructions, Skylar went to follow her, only to be grabbed and hugged by Tatum and her mother. She watched from the doorway with a dark look in her eye as her sister stopped at the phone down the hallway.
The fear that rooted itself into Sidney's stomach made her hands shake and her breath quicken, never the less, she picked up the phone and brought it to her ear.
"H-hello?"
"Hello, Sidney," the sickening voice sang on the other end.
"Please leave us alone, just please-"
"Oh, begging for your life already, are we? We didn't even get to the fun bit yet," the man on the other line purred.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, Sidney, I haven't done anything. Yet. I mean, I could skip through all my monologing and get right to the fun. Put your sister on the phone."
The fear in Sidney's stomach doubled and tightened around her heart, leaving her mouth dry and opened, unable to say anything back as she panicked.
"What, have you gone fucking deaf? Put Skylar on the phone."
"This has nothing to do with her, please, please just leave her alone, this is just between you and me-"
"Put the little bitch on the phone or I'll slice her fucking throat open as you watch."
With a tearful gasp, Sidney turned around, meeting her sister's eye and hesitantly waving her over. Skylar made her way to her sister quickly, Tatum and her mother in tow.
Sidney set the phone on the table beside her and took a deep breath.
"H-he wants to speak with you, b-but! Hey, hey," Sidney stuttered, grabbing her sister by the shoulders as the young girl began to panic. "He can't hurt you. He will never be able to hurt you while I'm here, j-just pick up the phone and listen to his bullshit speech. Don't be afraid, just trust me."
The nod that Skylar gave was small and stiff, but she picked the phone up off the table and brought it to her ear.
"Hello?" SHe whispered into it, tears streaming down her face.
The words the man on the other end were saying went unheard by the bystanders that crowded around the phone, but the sickened look on the young teen's face told them that it was no good.
After a short moment, everyone heard the man's voice cease, then the line go dead. The girl slowly put the phone back on the hook and then leaned against the table, heaving in deep breaths.
"Skylar? Skylar, what did he say to you?" Dewey urged, hugging the poor girl's shoulders.
"H-he...h-he..." After another deep breath, Skylar steadied herself. "He said I look too much like my mother to just be walking around Woodsboro the way I do. H-he said he'll have to fix that."
I hope you all enjoyed the 2nd chapter of 17 Stairs to Hell! Chapter 3 will be posted soon but you can also find this story also on Wattpad! Check it out on the account MysteryMiss123. Thank you for taking the time to read my trash!
#scream#sidney prescott#oc#fanfic#fanfiction writer#skylar prescott#billy loomis#ghostface#tatum riley#dewey riley
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The writer's blessing:
May you write 1,500 words with ease. May your characters be lively and not cardboard. May you need little editing. May your muse visit you as soon as you sit. May the Internet not distract you much. May your phone lie dormant while you write.
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17 Stairs TO Hell
Chapter 1: Everybody Scream!
Sidney rushed up the stairs, her heart beating a mile a minute as she heard that disgusting semi-robotic voice.
"Oh little Sky, come out to play. I only want to show you this new movie, I’m sure you’ll love it, after all, you’re the star." He said, his footsteps stomping around the upstairs.
"Leave her alone you bitch!" Sidney screamed up the stairs, tripping over her own feet. She grabbed the railing, hoping to steady herself.
Suddenly she felt a tug on her shirt from behind her.
There stood her boyfriend Billy, his face bloodied and his hand covered in dirt, grabbing her sleeve and holding her in place before she can continue upstairs. He tightens his grip on her and grabs hold of her arm.
Sidney pushed at him, desperately trying to get him to let go.
"Billy! Billy let go!"
"Sidney we have to leave."
"Billy he’s got Skylar, you need to let me go!"
"Sidney, listen to me-"
The screams of the younger Prescott sister interrupted him before the sound of it started to die down and start to fade out of her ears. In a panic, Sidney was able to grab the handgun she had wrestled away from the killer earlier that night. Billy suddenly jumped at her and tried to grab her weapon. Sidney, by pure survival instinct, let a bullet fly.
Sidney felt the hand Billy kept on her loosen.
With wide eyes, she stared at the bullet hole she had put in her boyfriend’s stomach.
Billy opened his mouth as if to say something, but as he started to speak, he fell down the stairs, the bullet still lodged somewhere in his abdomen.
Sidney, with a shake of her head and tears in her eyes, ran the rest of the way up the stairs.
Then the landline began to ring.
*Ring Ring Ring*
With a start, Sidney woke up, her breathing heavy and her brow soaked with sweat. After a quick look around the room, she soon realized that it was all a dream, a really, really fucked up dream.
*Ring Ring Ring*
With a yelp, she returned her attention back to the source of the sound that had awoken her, the phone.
She eventually found the source, her phone.
Quickly throwing on her house shoes, she made her way to the staircase. As she stood at the top of it, she finally realized just how many stairs her home really had.
17 in total, which in reality, wasn’t a lot, but her nightmare sure did change her perspective of that.
Speed walking down the stairs she found her beloved sister, already on the phone with whoever it is that had decided to call their, “lovely home.”
The sight of her raven black hair and calming brown eyes made her heartache.
But the sight of the phone in her hand made it race once again.
“Skylar no! Put the damn phone down!” The older sister shrieked, trying to snatch the phone from her.
“Hey! Hey! Calm your shit! It’s just Tatum!” The girl squeaked, giving up the phone.
Sidney hurriedly put the device to her ear.
“Tatum? Hello?”
“Hey Sid, are you okay, girlie?” The blonde on the other line asked.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Just the phone call and the, you know, being chased throughout my house by some dick in a mask while my sister hides under the bed just a room away, kinda got me on edge.”
The silence on the other end was thick but swift.
“Right, which is why Dewey thinks it’d be safer if you and Sky came over her for the night. It would be like a slumber party, a celebration more or less. ‘Yeah, I’m Sidney Prescott and I kickass!’ Kinda thing”
Sidney chuckled, shaking her head at her friend’s antics. Oh, how she loved her.
“Yeah, sounds fun, I guess. And I think I that would be best, I haven't been able to sleep for two days straight, I just woke up from my first nap in like- ever.”
“I bet,” Tatum all but sighed. “Have you talked to Billy?”
“Yeah,” Sidney groaned. “He’s still kinda pissed that I assumed he was the killer, but you can’t blame me! He shows up right after the killer left! And his flip phone fell right out of his pocket! What else was I supposed to think!”
Tatum tutted in agreement.
“He’ll get over it. He’s a horror fan, he doesn’t think logically.”
That one got a full laugh out of the brunette.
“So, Dewey and I will be over to pick you and Sky up at, let’s say-
5ish?”
“Sounds good Tatumtot, I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye Sidney-Poo!”
“Bye,” Sidney giggled as she hung up the phone.
She then turned her attention back to the younger teen girl, who had wandered into the kitchen to raid the fridge.
“We’re going to the Riley’s tonight, Dewey thinks it’d be safer.”
Her sister just nodded, grabbing the bag of grapes from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. She offered some to her sister, who declined and just stared at her. She memorized her features, from her almond eyes to her soft cheekbones. The image of her sweet, little sister’s face a bloody mess comes to mind then, and Sidney’s shield crumbles.
“Sky,” she mumbled as tears started down her pale face.
“Oh Sid,” Skylar sighed as she ran into her sister's outstretched arms.
“I’m okay Sid, I’m okay.”
“Yeah, you’re okay, yeah.”
“We’re okay Sidney.”
“I know Sky, I know, I just need to hold you for a minute. I just need, a minute.”
One minute turned into 2, then into 5, then 10. The sisters just stood there, locked in each other’s embrace.
Finally, Sidney calmed down enough to release her sister and wipe her face.
“Go pack an overnight bag for tonight, Tatum said she and Dewey will be her at 5 or something, I’ll be up there in a sec.”
Without another word, Skylar grabbed her bag of grapes and made her way upstairs to her room, Sidney’s eyes following her all the way till she was out of sight.
Taking a deep breath, the older Prescott shook her head once more and left the kitchen, counting all 17 steps as she followed her sister.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of 17 Stairs to Hell! Chapter 2 will be posted tmr, but you can also find this story on Wattpad, where chapter 2 is already posted! Check it out on the account MysteryMiss123. Thank you for taking the time to read my trash!
#scream#sidney prescott#oc#fanfic#fanfiction writer#17 stairs to hell#billy loomis#tatum riley#stu macher#skylar prescott
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17 Stairs To Hell (A Scream Fanfic)
Description: Sidney Prescott needs to do everything in her power to keep herself and her younger sister, Skylar, safe from the masked psycho killer terrorizing Woodsboro. With twists, turns, and murders, lots of murders, blocking her way to her goal, Sidney has her work cut out for her. But in a shocking and hurtful betrayal, she learns that not everyone around her were to be trusted. She's only 17 stairs away from hell, and as she takes the first step, she knows it's much too late to turn back now.
{I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO SCREAM OR THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OWN}
{DC: SWEARING, SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT, DEATH, MAIN CHARACTER(S) DEATH}
I’ll be posting the first chapter here tmr! But the story is also on Wattpad, where you can read the first chapter there rn! The accounts name is MysteryMiss123
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Fanfiction IG
I started writing a Scream fanfiction. Would any of y’all be interested in reading it?
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every time i sit down 2 watch a horror movie i think of that one tweet :/
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Kate: Guess what I’m about to get.
Yelena: On my nerves.
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Incorrect Quotes Generator 9
Erik: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Charles: >:O language
Peter: Yeah watch your fucking language
Wanda: OKAY WHO TAUGHT PETER THE FUCK WORD?
Lorna: 'The fuck word'.
David: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Peter: Oh my god they censored it
Lorna: Say fuck, David.
Peter: Do it, David. Say fuck.
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Natasha: [walks in covered in blood] Good Morning everyone.
Tony:
Bruce:
Thor:
Steve: Natasha.... your dress-
Natasha: what about it?
Clint: [munching on Cheerios] it’s a nice dress.
Natasha: Thanks, it has pockets! [reaches into her pockets and pulls out a bloody knife] See?
Clint: oh shit, really? That’s awesome!
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i call this gesture the “i love you but wHAT THE FUCK BABE”
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