I’m so glad you found my page🩷🩷🩷 Trust me, you won’t regret it here.
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I’m Chanel and I’m 18 years old, just livin’ and writing. I’ve always loved to write and since I have also written several books already (they’re not published yet, pshhh) I thought:
“Hey Chanel, why not do something fun and create a Tumblr blog where you can let your thoughts flow, without any deadline or whatsoever? Just let people know what you really think.”
And that’s where I started a few days ago. I’ve obvi known about Tumblr already but I’ve never been active more than just reading other people’s blogs and posts. I wanted to create a space for myself but also for others to feel welcomed in, where I can be myself and share my thoughts and feelings on. I really hope to find friends and a community where we feel the same and can all share our thoughts together.💕
So, here are sum things u should know about this page.
What I write/post:
Blog entries (any topic that I want to write about and tell my opinion on but you can also send me requests)
Regular posts (quotes, memes, music, random thoughts)
One shots (of my own OCs, requests are also open here)
How often I want to post:
I am new here so I will need to take some time to personalize my page so that you can find my stuff easily. But once I’m settled, I do plan on posting at least twice a day, for example:
1x Blog entry & 1x regular post or
1x Blog entry & 1x One shot or
1x regular post & 1x One shot
However, I do think it’s possible that the variations might change or my timing doesn’t match up sometimes and I end up only posting one thing at a time, posting later than I planned on (1 or 2 days later) or not posting at all for a certain period of time (which I think is rather unrealistic but u never know).
Everyone can feel free to share their thoughts on my work, send requests, ask questions; as long as there is no hate, racism/discrimination, judgement of others or bullying going on here. Mark my words, cuz it is NOT happening here under my watch and anyone who dares to do so, will be immediately removed and reported. Also, I’d really like to stay anonymous and hope that u guys respect my decision, bc this Blog isn’t about my personal information but my thoughts and feelings that you can feel the same about.
I really hope that u find my page a safe space of comfort and peace and just something else than what you’re used to.💕
I’m sooo excited to post more on here, bc you can already prepare for what’s to come.
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Not that I would marry any guy for $$$ or smth buuuuttt…
WHAT exactly do you MEAN the 3rd day of summer break has already passed and I‘ve still not sent out any applications???
Srsly, life is so unfair. Like, God could’ve made me a teenage Malibu girl with rich parents, endless money for cunty clothes and absolutely NO problems
But NO! Here I am, forced to work for money.
You know what? I‘m only 17 and SO TIRED of it. If I‘m not married by next year to a rich man, *sigh*…I‘ll delete my Tumblr.
Actually, no wtf. That’s so stupid, why would I ever do that.
Anyways, Bitches be Bonkers. I’m gonna go paint my nails now, puta.
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Kinda wish I wasn't an introverted loser that stays home all the time. why can't I be like those other teen girls with big ass friend groups that go out all the time to parties or even for coffee at dunkin.
Lately I came to the conclusion that you can’t turn a hoe into a husband. That’s why you shouldn’t even try.
Because, what exactly do you mean we live in a society where having sex on a first date and THEN figuring out if you guys want to be in a relationship or men going out, carrying condoms in their wallet like they have duties is normalized???
Long fucking story short, my fellow ladies: if u get knocked up by one of these cocksuckers anyway, then at least raise your sons right if your coward of a husband can’t because he wasn’t raised first.
Not too long ago I found out that when you’re on your 🩸and your estrogen level drops, the testosterone level actually increases which makes you feel like ripping someone’s face off for breathing too loud (at least I do). So basically, I get a tiny taste of male hormone levels and suddenly I‘m full of rage.
Men are like this ALL THE TIME!!! No wonder they’re violent, aggressive, and unbearable bc it’s literally built into them. Testosterone is the devil. This is not a mood swing, it’s ✨science✨.
The music in the house was deafening, a pounding baseline that seemed to rattle Scarlett’s very bones. The warm, sticky air inside carried the sharp tang of spilled alcohol and the faintly sweet scent of marijuana. Scarlett clutched her red solo cup like a lifeline, the liquid inside sloshing dangerously close to the rim as she swayed in time with the music.
Alannah, her best friend and eternal voice of reason, was by her side. Scarlett could feel her judgmental stare even through the dim, flashing lights.
“Alright, that’s enough”, Alannah said, her voice cutting through the din as she snatched the cup from Scarlett’s hand.
“Hey!” Scarlett protested, her words slurred and petulant.
Alannah arched an eyebrow, holding the cup just out of reach. “You’re drunk.”
“No, I’m not”, Scarlett countered, though the wobble in her step betrayed her.
Alannah sighed, her exasperation clear. “You’ve had, what? Five drinks? Six? You’re barely standing. You’re going to regret this tomorrow.”
Scarlett laughed, the sound bright and carefree. “Tomorrow’s future Scarlett’s problem. Tonight, I’m just having fun.”
”Yeah, well, future Scarlett is gonna hate you if you end up passed out in a bush”, Alannah muttered.
Scarlett ignored her, her attention drifting to the throng of people dancing in the living room. The crush of bodies and the flashing lights made her head spin in the best way. Or maybe it was just the alcohol.
“Come on”, Alannah said, grabbing her arm. “We’re leaving.”
Scarlett groaned, dragging her feet as Alannah led her toward the door. “Why do you always have to ruin the fun?”
“Because someone has to”, Alannah shot back, her grip firm.
“Asshole.”
Outside, the cool night air was a welcome reprieve from the stifling heat of the party. Scarlett leaned heavily against Alannah, her head spinning.
“M’fine”, she insisted, though her knees buckled slightly.
“Sure you are”, Alannah said dryly, Scarlett’s phone already in hand.
Scarlett frowned, watching as Alannah scrolled through her contacts. “What are you doing?”
“Calling Dylan”, Alannah said without looking up. her dark hair falling onto her shoulders. Dylan was Scarlett’s older brother. A guy with many friends but any sane person wouldn’t want to hang around his cocky persona.
Scarlett’s blood ran cold. She lunged for the phone, but her sluggish reflexes made her attempt laughable. “No! You cańt call him!”
Alannah blinked at her, surprised by the sudden outburst. “Why not?”
“Because if he finds out I’m drunk, he’ll tell Mom and Dad and then I’m screwed. Like really bad”, Scarlett said, her voice rising in panic.
Alannah hesitated, her thumb hovering over Dylan’s contact. “Alright, fine”, she said with a sigh. “But we need someone to help us. You can’t even walk straight, and I don’t have a car.”
Scarlett groaned, leaning her head back against the car she was propped against. “Jessie said we could use a room if we can’t go home tonight.”
“Yeah, not happening”, Alannah said, scrolling through Scarlett’s contacts again. Her eyes landed on a familiar name. “Zade? Isn’t that one of Dylan’s friends?”
Scarlett’s stomach twisted. “Yeah…Just- just skip him.”
Alannah gave her a look. “Why do you have his number?”
Scarlett sighed, the alcohol loosening her tongue. “Dylan gave me his number a while ago when they went to a party, although Dylan was supposed to be looking after me at home. He said I should call Zade in case he didn’t pick up. I don’t even think Zade knows I have it. And he will never know anyway. Because we’re not calling him. God knows what he’ll tell Dylan. Then, I’m really fucked.”
Alannah’s expression softened. It seemed like Zade was a trustworthy person. Otherwise, Dylan wouldn’t have given Scarlett his number in case of an emergency in first place. “Sounds really good to me, though.”
“No, wait-” Scarlett’s protests fell on deaf ears as Alannah pressed the call button.
The phone rang twice before a deep, groggy voice answered. “Who’s this?”
Alannah cleared her throat. “Hi. My name’s Alannah. I’m Scarlett’s friend. I’m calling from her phone because she’s, uh, really drunk, and I need help getting her to my house.”
There was a long pause. “Why not call Dylan?”, Zade asked, his tone sharp with suspicion.
“We can’t”, Alannah said quickly. “She doesn’t want him to know.”
Another long pause. Scarlett gave her best friend a deadly look, despite her condition.
“This is a bad idea”, Zade said finally. “I don’t wanna be involved in this. Call someone else.”
One thing was for sure. Zade wasn’t stupid. Whereas his friend, Dylan, would’ve jumped out of bed the second he heard a female voice, not missing a chance to hit.
“There is no one else!”, Alannah said, her voice rising with desperation. “Please, I can’t do this on my own.”
Zade sighed, the sound heavy with reluctance. “Fuck. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Fine. Send me the address”, he said, as he got out of bed. The cold breeze from the open window hitting his bare chest, waking him up even more.
Alannah breathed out relieved.
When Zade arrived, he tried to get his way through all the drunk people outside, trying his best not to hit somebody with his car. Then, he spotted Scarlett leaning against a black truck. Her arms crossed. Although he hadn’t seen her in a while, he almost instantly recognized her. How couldn’t he? Her dirty blonde hair sitting perfectly in voluminous waves on her shoulders, falling down her back. When she looked at the car coming at her, Zade noticed her almost miserable state. Plump lips that he couldn’t tell if they were so red from all of the alcohol or if she had just used lipstick. Flushed cheeks and a rudolph-reindeer nose. He stepped out of his car, his hoodie pulled up over his disheveled dark hair.
“This better be worth it”, he muttered as he approached the two girls.
Alannah smiled sheepishly. “Thanks for coming.”
“Yeah, yeah”, Zade said, his brown eyes scanning Scarlett. “Is she even conscious?”
“Barely”, Alannah admitted.
Zade sighed, wanting to get over this with. He really didn’t want to get in trouble. “Alright, let’s get her in the car.”
Scarlett groaned as they helped her into the backseat. Her voice thick with sleep.
Zade shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he closed the door. Alannah tried to ignore it. She already felt miserable begging him for help.
The drive to Alannah’s house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and Scarlett’s occasional mumbled nonsense.
“I’m not taking any responsibility for this”, Zade said abruptly, breaking the silence.
Alannah glanced at him from the passenger’s seat, her expression guarded. “You won’t have to. I promise Dylan won’t find out.”
”He’d kill me if he knew about this and I didn’t tell him shit”, he muttered.
Alannah kept looking at him with an almost stoic face. “Then it’s a good thing he won’t.”
Unsurprisingly, Scarlett had dozed off when they tried to get her out of the car as they arrived at Alannah’s.
“Seriously?”, Zade mumbled as he looked over to Alannah who was raising her hands in defense.
“I can’t carry her all the way up. She’s too heavy f’me”, Alannah said, looking at Zade with an unbothered look.
“Deadass? Why do I have to do everything? I didn’t try to leave my DNA here, remember?”, he said as he slowly put his arms under her back and legs, trying to carry her bridal-style.
“Hey, we’re on the same boat, okay?”, Alannah said, trying to shut him up while carrying her and Scarlett’s bag out of the car.
“Just saying”, he mumbled. By this time, Scarlett had already wrapped her arms around his shoulders and nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck. Almost automatically, Zade tightened his firm grip around her as he was waiting for Alannah to lead the way.
In Alannah’s bedroom, Zade gently laid Scarlett on the bed and then turned around to Alannah.
“Thanks for your help”, she said, smiling slightly at him.
”Wait”, Alannah then said abruptly. She tried to think sharply about the words she was about to say, but they came out nevertheless.
Zade turned around again, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Yeah?”
”Can you… just stay for like, five minutes? I need to shower. I got alcohol spilled on me, and I feel gross. I don’t want to leave Scarlett alone tho. In case something happens”, she looked at him pleadingly.
Zade looked around the room, trying to think. “Uhh, not really, to be honest. I- I don’t think this is a good idea”, he answered kind of apologetic. In reality, he thought that was a shitty idea. No way he’d stay here alone with his friend’s drunk little sister. He’s heard way too many stories on social media and he was not planning to be accused of something similar.
“Please?”, Alannah tried once more. “What if she throws up and chokes? Or falls off the bed and hit her head? Just five minutes, I promise.”
Zade thought about it. He realized what good of a friend Alannah actually was, despite calling half a stranger to help her with her friend then even leave her alone with him. Then he didn’t know if that was actually a good or bad thing. In fact, he also realized that something like that was never done for him. He would’ve appreciated a real caring friend.
“Alright, fine”, Zade sighed and pulled the hood off his head, leaving his fluffy hair to show.
“Thank you sooo much, oh my god. It won’t take long, I promise”, Alannah said happily, snatched her clothes and ran straight into the bathroom.
Zade sank into the armchair next to Alannah’s bed with a sigh. Scarlett laid sprawled across the bed, her blonde hair fanned out against the pillow. Her face, usually expressive and filled with sarcastic energy, was soft in the dim light of the small table lamp. She looked peaceful, vulnerable even, with the alcohol drawing her features into a calm haze.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, a sharp reminder of the late hour. As he idly scrolled through his messages, he caught himself glancing at Scarlett every few moments, as if to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly topple off the bed.
She stirred, mumbling incoherently. Zade’s attention snapped to her. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, before a lazy smile spread across her lips. “Zade?”, she murmured, her voice soft and thick with sleep.
“Yeah, it’s me”, he said softly, as if he’d disturb her little slumber if he talked louder.
She blinked, her brows knitting together. “Why are you here?”
He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms. “You don’t remember?”
Scarlett’s lips parted as she searched her foggy memory. “Alannah called you?”
“Yeah”, he said, his tone dry. “She thought I’d be the next best thing since you don’t want Dylan to know.”
Scarlett let out a soft sigh, her head rolling to the side to look at him more directly. “You’re nice”, she said, the words tumbling out without hesitation.
Zade frowned, taken aback by the comment. “Not sure that’s how anyone would describe me.”
She shook her head, her movements slow and uncoordinated. “No, you are. That’s why I… that’s why I kept your number.”
His brows furrowed. “Why do you even have my number in first place?”
“Dylan”, she explained, her voice barely audible. “Said to call you if I needed anything. A long time ago.”
A slight smile formed in the corners of his lips. Zade thought about it. That meant Scarlett trusted him. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “But why would you still have it?”
Scarlett hesitated, her expression shifting. She looked almost shy, a rarity for her. “I kept it because… because I thought you might call one day. Or text, Maybe you’d notice me.”
Zade’s smile faded. He had expected any other explanation than that. “Notice you?”, he repeated, his voice quiet.
“Not as ‘Dylan’s little sister’. But as me, Scarlett, who’s grown up to be a young woman with her own feelings.”
Her words hit him like a sucker punch, unexpected and heavy.
“I liked you, Zade. Always have.” Scarlett continued, her voice thick with emotion. “But you didn’t see me like that so I tried to forget. But I couldn’t. Not really.”
Zade sat back, her words replaying in his mind. She really liked him. Before he could respond, her eyelids drooped, and she drifted back to sleep, her breathing soft and even.
Zade stared at her for a long moment, his thoughts swirling. He felt like he’d been thrust into the middle of something he wasn’t prepared for, yet he couldn’t deny the weight of her confession. It stirred something deep inside him, something he wasn’t ready to name.
2 weeks had passed since that night. Alanna had told Scarlett about what happened and that Zade came to help. But Scarlett didn’t know anything about what she had told him drunkenly. Yet.
She came home from a shopping tour with Alannah when she saw Zade and her brother in the living room. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Two weeks had passed since she last saw him. She thought of the worst. Maybe he told Dylan about her getting drunk. They looked at her as she came through the front door. Zade’s eyes never leaving hers. They followed her walking up the stairs into her room. A good two hours passed and Dylan hadn’t called her once to talk. Did it mean that he didn’t know about it at all or he was just so disappointed in her? Her curiosity grew. She then looked out of her window, only to find Zade wandering in their backyard, smoking a cigarette. Dylan was nowhere in sight, so she took her chance.
Scarlett hesitated as she stepped into the backyard, her heart hammering against her ribs. Zade was looking at the pretty flowers planted in front of the fence, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. The soft glow of the setting sun bathed the yard in warm hues, but the tension Scarlett felt as she approached was anything but warm.
“You shouldn’t smoke”, she said, her voice tentative.
Zade turned, his brown eyes locking onto hers. “You shouldn’t drink like that”, he countered, exhaling a stream of smoke.
Scarlett winced, guilt and embarrassment curling in her chest. “I know. It was stupid.”
“Stupid doesn’t even begin to cover it”, Zade said, his tone sharper than expected. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to get that drunk? Anything could’ve happened to you.”
“Why do you care?, she asked, crossing her arms defensively.
Zade blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What?”
“You’re not my brother”, she said, her voice tingled with frustration. “So why do you care about it?”
He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe before turning to her fully. “Because of what you said that night.”
Her stomach twisted. Her suspicion turned into a different direction than before. She didn’t remember anything from that night, let alone what her drunk self may or may not have told him, apparently. “What…what did I say?”
“You told me you liked me”, Zade said, his eyes scanning her face.
Scarletts breath hitched. She didn’t know what to say so she didn’t even try and kept looking at him. He’s just messing with her memory loss, she thought. But he said it in a seriousness, that she’s never seen come from him.
“No”, she said quickly, though her voice wavered. “I mean…I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying.”
“Drunk people always tell the truth, Scar”, Zade said, his tone was firm.
Her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Fine, yes, I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. Happy now?”
Zade’s expression softened, and he took another step closer. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Scarlett let out a bitter laugh. “What was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Zade, I know you see me as your best friend’s little sister, but I think I might be falling for you.’ That would’ve gone over well.”
“You’re wrong”, he said, surprising her.
Her brows knitted together. “What?”
“You’re wrong about how I see you”, he said, his voice low but steady. “You think I don’t notice you? That I don’t care about you?”
Scarlett’s heart raced as his words sank in. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’ve been more than just Dylan’s little sister to me for a long time”, Zade admitted, his brown eyes burning with intensity. “I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”
Scarlett stared at him, her mind struggling to keep up. “You…you like me?”
“Yeah”, he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I do.”
She let out a shaky laugh, relief and disbelief washing over her in equal measure. “This feels like a dream.”
Zade reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not”, he said softly. “But if we’re going to do this, we have to be careful. Dylan can’t find out—not yet.”
Scarlett nodded, her heart swelling with hope. “I don’t care about Dylan. I just…I want this. I want you.”
Zade leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and electrifying. It felt like a promise—a beginning they’d both been too afraid to reach for until now.
As they pulled apart, Scarlett smiled, her cheeks flushed. “So, what now?”
Zade smirked, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Now, we figure it out. Together.”
”HEY! YOU GUYS BETTER STOP NOW I SWEAR TO GOD OR I’LL KILL YOU!”, Dylan shouted from the open window, looking at them.
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Hey y’all!! So here’s the one shot I promised u. I hope u like it and since this one is my first ever one shot, lmk what u think 😘
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Idek how long it has been y’all, I’m sooo sorry 😢. I just had to deal with a lot of shitty situations and ppl these past months but THANKFULLY summer is almost there so I am def feeling a lot better.
And now that I’m back, it is time for me to EAT up my blog if y’all let me COOK!!! I’m in such a 2014-2017 mood currently and Idk why. Like, I’ve always been in such a vibe but lately, I’m feeling it more than ever, Idk I can’t explain it so I’ll just blame it on summer that’s next door sooo.
As an apology for ghosting, I’ll post my very first OC one shot tonight that I’ve kept in my drafts for quite a dusty while now 🥳 HAVE FUN READING IT BITCHEZZZ!!!!!
How I‘ma look at my future husband when he tells me to make sure the house is clean and dinner is ready once he gets home as if he doesn’t know that it’s always ready and clean when he gets home. Are u mf cheating??
still looking 4 a future hubby btw if anyone‘s interested
