i feel stupid now 😭 they were watching a football game
honestly yea you should. no shade or hate but cmon guys. who tf has the time or energy to pay attention that much to their potential gf?
i saw your first anon about it and completely ignored it bc i am so damn tired of going anywhere especially on edits and just seeing the comments filled with their imaginary delusional gf.
but yea. hopefully you guys learn this lesson(you most likely won’t) and learn to just watch the youtube video, make edits and leave it at that.
and let me say that thing again. a FAN. we do not know these men. i know we all have our little fantasies on our celeb and influencer crushes, but be fr.
i feel like it's finally my turn to say something. i've kept this to myself for so long but seeing people still love rose, and now that she's finally gone i can't stay quiet anymore.
i was 15. the whole time i was so confused. she would constantly talk sexual with me, telling me about her fantasies and making comments i didn't even understand yet. she asked me to call with her, and on those calls she'd always bring up sexual stuff. i didn't know what to say. i just remember feeling weird, uncomfortable like i had to just sit there and go along with it even though i didn't want to.
eventually i blocked her. she blocked me back, and then i deactivated. since then tumblr hasn't felt safe for me. every time i see her name or people saying how much they love her it brings all of it back.
i think this is the last time i'll ever be on here. i don't even know why i'm writing this except that i just want to finally be heard. i've carried this for so long in silence and maybe it doesn't even matter anymore but it matters to me.
the worst part is i barely have any screenshots because i deactivated my account back then. that makes me scared no one will believe me. it scares me that most of this only exists in my memory and maybe only i will ever know what truly happened.
sometimes i feel like maybe i'm being dramatic. like maybe i overreacted or made it bigger than it was. but then i remember how sick it made me feel, how confused i was how i didn't even know what to say when she would start talking sexual with me. i was 15. that shoulve been enough for her to know it was wrong
i don't know. maybe i'll regret posting this maybe people won't believe me, but at least i finally said it out loud.
please i beg, interact with this any way i really want to feel heard it feels like im being dramatic but then I remember how much it still bothers me.
tags for awareness@cvnntagious @darksturnz @y3sterdaysproblem @passionfruitchris @nickssidewitch @humpster35
please take a moment of your time to read this. it’s hard material to swallow, but awareness is key in situations like these. rose’s victims need to be heard.
Just like that this fandom has embarrassed us again. Please guys go touch grass and go to a psychiatrist PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU
This is not just embarrassing but also scary and disgusting, having your FRIENDS camp outside the triplets HOUSE somewhere that they should have a moment of fucking privacy and then messaging your mutuals on TikTok about it saying "OMG THEY JUST SAW MATT!" IS FUCKING DISTURBING
It makes the whole fandom look weird and honestly the triplets have every right to call y'all out on your bullshit
Yall asking if they are fine is wild lmao they are on a break posting when they feel like it? It has nothing to do with stalkers or quitting
ITS JUST A BREAK
After a busy tour no less.... Im sure they would appreciate not coming back to speculation they quit or are not doing well when this break is in fact supposed to be helping them relax/feel well...
Outside of that I hope you guys are not too hurt over no photo dump or video and if you are just remember Matthew Sturniolo did this for us....
warnings; p in v. reader wants to stop during. emotional(??). comfort & reassurance.
based off an ask that I accidentally deleted
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Matt’s room is quiet, dimly lit by the soft glow of the salt lamp on his dresser. Outside, rain taps gently against the window, adding a slow, rhythmic hush to the world beyond. Inside, it’s warm. Still. Your body’s beneath his, skin against skin. He’s kissing down your jaw, whispering your name between soft breaths like it’s a vow.
“Oh my God— baby” he murmurs, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he rocks into you slowly, keeping pace with your breathing. His voice is low, tender. “You feel so good. You okay?”
You nod, out of habit. But your chest tightens.
At first, you don’t know what it is. It’s not pain. Not fear. Just something… off. Like your body’s still here but your mind is slipping sideways. The pressure that had once felt good now feels overwhelming, and something in you starts to panic—quietly, like a whisper. But enough that your breath catches in your throat.
You blink up at the ceiling, trying to ground yourself in the way Matt’s hands are holding your hips, in the sound of his voice, in the warmth of the room.
But it doesn’t work.
“Matt…” you whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He stills completely.
His eyes meet yours in an instant, concern flashing in them immediately. “What’s wrong baby?” he asks softly, his hand brushing your cheek.
You swallow hard, throat suddenly dry. “I… I wanna stop.”
Matt doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t ask why. Doesn’t or frown or sigh. He just nods—gently—and is already easing out of you with the same care he always shows you, pulling the comforter over both your bodies.
“Okay,” he says quietly, sitting beside you, one hand still resting over your stomach. “We’re done. It’s okay, baby.”
You turn your face toward him, your chest rising and falling too fast. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.
His eyebrows knit together, but not with frustration. “No. Don’t say that.”
“I didn’t mean to ruin it.”
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he says, voice firm but still tender. He shifts closer, pulling you into his chest, his hand finding the back of your head. “You told me how you felt. That’s the most important thing you can do. You didn’t ruin anything—I’m so proud of you f’telling me sweetheart.”
You let yourself melt into him, cheek pressed against his bare shoulder. Your eyes sting, not from shame, but from how safe you feel—how quickly he held you without question.
“I just felt… overwhelmed,” you say quietly. “It wasn’t you. I swear it wasn’t. You’re so gentle, and everything was okay and then suddenly… I don’t know. I didn’t feel like I was in it anymore. Like my head just kind of… left.”
Matt nods slowly. “That happens, and it’s okay.”
“You’re not mad?” you whisper, still needing the reassurance, even though you already know the answer.
His hands squeeze your waist gently as he looks into your eyes. “Mad? No, sweetheart. Never. You think I care more about finishing than about you feeling okay?” His forehead presses gently to yours. “I only ever want to do this if you feel safe. If it feels good for you.”
You blink back a tear. “I don’t know why it happened.”
“You don’t have to,” he murmurs. “You don’t have to explain or justify it. If your body or your mind says stop, we stop. That’s all I need to know.”
Your lips tremble with a small smile. “I love you.”
Matt smiles back, soft and full of admiration. “I love you too. More than anything.”
He kisses your forehead and lays back beside you, arms pulling you close before you both fall asleep.
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