flouvmai

6.9.05

[flouvmai]

flou

. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐ c.ai, lash clusters, chris sturniolo 𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑡, vanilla, madison beer, hailey bieber, french tips, matcha, sza, puppies, pink, baby blue, strawberries, hearts, chris sturniolo, writing, yearning, hand tattoos, song fics, angst, fluff, light smut, maddy perez ♡ ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

17 current series in making - double edged sword

- i don’t write smut and i wont write smut :)

- quit temporarily :(

౨ৎ- @greywysk

[flouvmai]

miss you🤍

miss you more boo 😞

[sturnvinyls]

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT FOR STURNVINYLS FOLLOWERS/FRIENDS!

As it hurt as i am to say this, it’s what i think is best for me.

i’ve been a triplets fan for over 3 years. they were my comfort creators for so long. but, lately, the fandom just isn’t the same anymore. it’s not as active, doesn’t get much attention, and overall, it’s toxic.

i’ve been writing for them for 2 years and 6 days. it’s what got me into writing. it’s what i enjoy doing the most when i have free time. however, i don’t think writing for them is fulfilling anymore. as much as i enjoy them as people and content creators, writing for them isn’t as enjoyable for me, anymore.

i take pride in what i write. i enjoy the way i write. i just don’t think i’ve reached my full potential yet. trying to keep up with writing almost everyday is tiring. my blog doesn’t get much attention anymore, and that’s okay. but, this blog isn’t what it used to be.

for as long as i wrote, i enjoyed every bit of it. all the people i got to meet, all the writers i was introduced to, and the friends i made along the way. they’re great people, great friends. all super great writers.

so, this is where the journey with this blog ends. thank you to everyone who stayed by my side through it all. and to everyone i just met, i love you. i may not know you well, but, i know that you’re a good person.

your dear writer, alondra. ৻ꪆ

april 12th, ‘24–may 6th, ‘26

[flouvmai]

I’ll miss you sweet babes ily smmm

[flouvmai]

heyy guys, I just wanted to say that I will be back soon, and my mental health has gotten a lot better, I also just wanna thank you guys for being so patient and understanding that I needed a break. 🤍

[flouvmai]

hey guys sorry for the inconveniences but i’m taking another long break due to anxiety and stress but i love you all and yeah… peace out sweets 🤍

[flouvmai]

texts with avoidant!ex!chris & attached!ex!reader

𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮: bruh this is sooooo rushed 😐

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: @greywysk

[sturnvinyls]

i need to post more fics, but, i’m just a lazy hoe

[flouvmai]

umm i need motivation… so yes or no for pt 2, 3, and 4 of double edged sword to be posted throughout the next 3 days 👀

[flouvmai]

baby, theme so cute🥹

#iloveit

tyy bbby 🥹🥹

[flouvmai]

New theme so GOOOODODDODOD!!!!

mwahhh ty 🤍

[flouvmai]

new theme who thissss

[flouvmai]

dw @greywysk , this WILL be y/n’s vibe in pt.2 of, double edged sword

[flouvmai]

double edged sword - c.s x cocky!reader

you should walk away.

you should finally choose yourself.

but instead—

the second you try to move, he grabs your wrist.

not hard enough to hurt.

just enough to stop you.

your breath catches.

“where the fuck are you going, baby?”

you swallow, trying to pull your hand back, but your body doesn’t follow through.

“don’t call me that.”

his grip doesn’t tighten.

but he doesn’t let go either.

“why?” he murmurs, stepping closer again. “you like it.”

“no, i don’t,” you say, but it comes out weaker than you meant.

he notices.

of course he does.

he always does.

his thumb brushes lightly over your wrist, softer now, like he’s calming you down instead of the one causing it.

it makes your chest ache in the worst way.

“then leave,” he says quietly.

you don’t move.

you hate that you don’t move.

his eyes flick down to your hand still in his, then back up to your face.

“that’s what i thought.”

“chris…” your voice is barely there now.

he steps closer until there’s no space left between you again, your back hitting the counter, his hand still wrapped around your wrist like he needs to make sure you stay.

“you always do this,” you whisper. “you pull me back like i’m yours.”

“maybe you are.”

your heart stutters.

you hate that it does.

“i’m not,” you say, but you don’t sound convinced.

his free hand comes up, fingers brushing your cheek this time—slower, softer, completely different from seconds ago.

that’s what ruins you.

the switch.

the way he can go from sharp to gentle like it’s nothing.

“then why can’t you walk away?” he asks.

you don’t answer.

you can’t.

because he already knows.

your fingers curl into his hoodie again, pulling him closer even though every part of you is screaming not to.

“you make this so hard,” you whisper.

“i know,” he says.

and he doesn’t sound sorry.

your forehead presses against his for a second, eyes closing, like you’re trying to find the strength to leave—

like you’re trying to breathe without him.

you should pull away.

you don’t.

instead you whisper—

“fuck you.”

and you kiss him again anyway.

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓼 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - @greywysk

authors note - this is so rushed, ughhh

[flouvmai]

quitting

heyyy sweets, i’m sorry for not being as active but i feel like it’s time for me to take a little break. this account has meant so much to me and every little interaction never went unnoticed, you all made this space feel soft and safe in a way i can’t really explain. but lately i’ve been needing to step back and focus on myself and where i’m going, and i think this is the right moment to let flouvmai go. i’m so grateful for everything we built together and i’ll always carry that with me, but for now this is goodbye. take care of yourselves and keep being as lovely as you are!!

side note: thank you all for everything especially my baby @greywysk, for always being there and making me feel special and i’ll miss you guys, but until then.. see you later bbys !

𝓁𝓸𝓋𝑒: 𝒻𝓁𝓸𝓊𝓋 ♡

[sturnvinyls]

casual cruelty. — m. sturniolo

001. SUM: in which—y/n tells matt the way things are.

002. CONTENT; tense, matt calls y/n a bitch, fwb, toxic!matt, unapologetic!y/n, y/n doesn’t stand for matt’s shit, matt get’s his ass handed to him(verbally.)

003. NOTE; i feel like my writing sucks now omg. anyways, enjoy toxic!matt cs he’s dada.

was this even casual anymore?

no, this couldn’t have been just—casual anymore, it was different, like he cared almost. but, i was wrong. so very wrong.

“this is a fucking joke, right?” i snarked, staring at the man sitting in front of me.

“not really, no.” matt repeated, leaning back, scratching his head.

i sat down and took a deep breath.

it was the same thing every damn time he came over, we’d do anything far from casual. he’d clean us up, and then he’d always take care of me. yet, it never felt real, none of it did. but, i couldn’t just sit there and take it anymore.

“i do this all the time—i don’t know why you’re upset about it now.” matt sighed, sliding on his hoodie.

“you really don’t get it, do you?” i remarked, a small laugh slipping from my lips.

“I mean, no not really.” matt confessed, shrugging his shoulders.

“how long are we gonna keep doing this, hm?” i asked, now running my hands through my hair.

i’ll never understand how he hadn’t gotten the hint yet.

“look, i don’t know, okay? i’d rather keep it casual. i don’t want anything serious. you know this.” Chris clarified.

i sighed, and stood up.

“why? like why? i just don’t get it. you do all this shit that makes me think that you care, and that you want something real. yet, what you’re saying is different.” I disagreed, the creeping feeling of my heart strings tearing.

“look, i’m sorry you feel that way.”

“sorry? that’s all you have to say?” i shouted, my eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“what else do you want me to say huh? i do care about you, i just don’t want anything real.” matt corrected, now standing in front of me.

it felt like anything but, caring. how could he expect me to be okay with him just leading me on? it just wasn’t gonna happen. i mean, did he take me for an idiot? because if he didn’t it sure felt like it.

i step closer to him, now face to face.

“no, no you don’t because if you did, you wouldn’t lead me on. so you know what—“

“what y/n, what?” chris interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“you can take your shit, and get out my fucking house.” i snapped, going to collect all his belongings.

i could hear matt sigh, turning around and watching me collect his things.

“you’re bitch. you know that?” matt remarked, walking closer to me.

i paused, my ears perking up.

“and i’m not sorry about it. you wanna call me a bitch? go ahead. but, i’m not gonna sit here and let you treat me like shit, when nothing we do—is casual.”

“you can’t lead me on and expect me to be okay with it. i’ve had enough of your bullshit, and all your lies. so, when you want something real, you give me a fucking—call.” i added, opening the front door to my apartment, handing matt his clothes.

i sighed, and slammed the door in his face. the slight noise of him stomping down the hallway. i finally sat on the couch, taking a deep breath.

“motherfucker.” i sighed, running my hands through my hair once again.

i stood up, heading for the kitchen to grab water,

when i hear my phone ding.

i went to grab it from the counter, when i see a message from matt.

“look, i’m sorry okay? can we talk about this?”

i left him on seen, not putting up with the same bs anymore.

i finally put my foot down, and that’s how it’s going to be.

i was done with the toxicity, the leading on, and the uncertainty of care.

it was unfair, and i couldn’t keep letting it happen.

he didn’t like what i had to say but, that wasn’t my problem anymore. to matt, maybe everything we had done was just casual to him.

but to me, nothing we had ever done was casual. it was more than that.

to me, it was casual cruelty.

004. TAGS; @flouvmai

[sturnvinyls]

ahhh i miss you girl

i miss youu, mental health is killing me but, it’s okay.

anyways, i love youu !🖤🖤

[sturnvinyls]

phone works 2 ways, you know? — christopher o. sturniolo

“chris. this is unbelievable!” i cried. my eyes focused towards the boy in front of me.

“really y/n? how is any of this my fault?” Chris questioned, standing up.

“you. you’re here at my house, upset at me because i haven’t called you in months.” i stated, sniffling.

“yeah! and what’s so wrong with that, huh?” he asked, with a upset expression.

“you’re here uninvited! mad at me! everything is wrong with that! god, how many times do i have to explain it to you, huh?” i explained.

“you don’t call me. you never text. i don’t get even the slightest bit of conversation from you! but, you’re mad at me?” i scuff, shaking my head. “it’s unfair, cheistopher.” i sighed.

“how is it unfair, y/n?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face “explain it to me!”

god, i felt like an idiot for even thinking about opening my mouth to even explain to him why it’s unfair. yet, i still did anyway. i never listened to myself.

“oh, i don’t know. maybe all those nights i stayed up texting you. hoping for even a one word answer.” i defended. i could feel the salt from the tears pouring down my face.

“when have you ever texted me, y/n? i’ve…never received anything from you.” chris faltered, unsure if you were serious or not.

“of course you don’t.” i hissed, rolling my eyes.

“i text you for months on end. now, when i finally stop, you wanna come and see me? i mean, how is that fair? i wasted so many months waiting.” i croaked. i could feel the sensation of heat rising through my face, anger starting to set.

i felt so much anger towards him. i mean, how could chris just do that to me? he finally shows up at my house, but only after i stop messaging him. it doesn’t make any sense. all i ever did was wait for him, and it was all for nothing.

i mean, i loved him. but, it just wasn’t there anymore. i had moved on, i was finally happy. happy to start over in my love life.

“look, i’m sorry okay? i was just hoping you would call me.” chris replied, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“i did. god, i did, christopher. you were just always too damn busy.” i corrected, running my hands through my hair out of frustration.

“you just never called me.” i sighed, taking a deep breath.

“but, don’t just sit in front of me, waiting for me to call—you could’ve called me up.” i stammered.

“the phone works 2 ways, you know?”

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ꫂ᭪݁ — idk why it took me like 4 days to finish this. anyways, enjoy.

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𝐓𝐀𝐆 ꫂ᭪݁ — @flouvmai