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This fandom is out of control and it’s time to reevaluate where we go from here.

Over the past week it’s been a nightmare in the fandom with the stalking being brought to light but to be honest it’s been going on a lot longer than that with threats and hate towards them and fans to the point people are leaving. If we want to keep this fandom going we’re going to have to change as a community otherwise there won’t be any fandom.

So what can we do to make this a better space for us and the triplets?

1. Ignoring negativity- people can have opinions obviously but where do we get going back and forth arguing, if you don’t like what someone has said on your post or someone else’s you can delete or block the person, simple.

2. Stop entertaining drama- people will do shitty things and make up lies and drama but like point one ignore and block, cut off the attention they are seeking and you’ll feel better for it truly.

3. Learn to love yourself- now this one may seem confusing in here but just because someone may get more notice than you by other fans or the triplets doesn’t mean you are less than, sometimes its just the algorithm and we shouldn’t go sending hate to others for it. If it is deeply affecting you please take a break or block these accounts for your own mental health.

4. Lifting and supporting one another- we have many amazing, talented people in this fandom, don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and show your love for people as it can brighten someone’s day and you never know what friends you can make from it.

5. Excepting the fact the triplets need a break at times- since starting they have hardly taken breaks in their career so maybe that’s why people jump to conclusions when they take a break thinking they’re quitting (they’re not) unless they say otherwise. Im going to say this with love do not make them your life and make them an extension of your life because sitting waiting there for them to post and they don’t will hurt you in the long run.

6. Generalisation - we need to stop generalising fans, for example thinking all older fans are creeps because some are or calling younger fans annoying, have you met all younger fans to decide that? Get to know people before you judge rather than making assumptions.

7. Blaming- can we stop blaming and pointing fingers when things don’t go our way “ it’s the stalkers fault we don’t have a video I hope they’re happy”. I know some of these are jokes but some are serious but how do we know this? Maybe they’ve decided to change their filming schedule and if so it doesn’t matter we move on with our lives or go back and watch another video.

8. Not making everything public- I’m going to use the stalking incident as an example, the exposing could of been handled a lot differently like reaching out privately to a mutual of theirs instead of making everyone known of it to be spread around. We know they are private people as it is so I assume they didn’t want to open social media with the fandom like a dumpster fire and thousands upon thousands of notifications about it. I think stalkings wrong but we need to work on how we compose ourselves, we can do things calmly and let them handle it. Also sometimes bringing these things public can do more harm than good for them and it’s best to think about their safety.

Theres definitely a lot more points but I’ve rambled on long enough just take this post with a grain of salt if you don’t agree that’s fine just block me or ignore it. If you agree I hope we can apply them moving forward as this fandom can be amazing, a safe space for us to express ourselves and support the triplets together as a community.

Thank you for reading🤍

- I know my words mean nothing and I probably wasted my time writing this but I needed to get it off my chest.

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Cant Stay Mad Part 2

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Nick Sturniolo X Markus Rhodes

Wc:1000+

Genre: Angst, Fluff-ish?

Warnings: kissing, implied sex

Read part one here

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Markus’s fingers curled around Nick’s, hesitant but steady. Neither of them moved right away.

“I hate fighting with you,” Markus said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nick nodded. “Me too. But I hate feeling like I’m not enough for you any more.”

Markus looked up, his eyes wet but focused. “You are. Even when you’re a mess. Especially when you’re a mess. I just forget that sometimes… you don’t need fixing—you need space.”

Nick gave a breathy laugh, low and cracked. “God, I’m so bad at this.”

“At what?”

“Letting people in,” he admitted, gaze flickering down. “You scare me sometimes, Markus. Because you actually see me. And I’ve spent years trying to be someone else.”

Markus stepped closer, releasing his hand only to cup Nick’s jaw. His thumb brushed across the side of his face, grounding and soft. “I don’t want the polished version of you. I want the real one. I want the one who rants about drivers on the freeway, who paces when he’s overthinking, who gets quiet when he’s hurting.”

Nick didn’t realize how badly he needed to hear that until now.

The tension shifted—still charged, but warmer, magnetic. Nick looked at Markus like he was trying to memorize him all over again. The cut of his jaw, the redness around his eyes, the way his voice dipped when he was being careful.

He leaned in slowly, like a question.

Markus answered without words, closing the space between them in a kiss that tasted like apology and want. It wasn’t soft—not right away. It was desperate, a little clumsy, and full of everything they hadn’t said out loud.

Nick’s hands found Markus’s waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. The anger from earlier melted under the weight of mouths and fingers and familiar heat. Markus let out a sound—quiet, surprised—and Nick swallowed it greedily.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” Nick muttered against his lips.

“Your talking?” Markus replied, breathless.

“Wow,” Nick said pretending to be offended, he kissed him again, slower this time. “I love you.”

Markus froze—not in fear, but in the kind of awe that steals breath. His hands tightened on Nick’s shirt.

“Say it again,” Markus whispered, voice barely holding together.

“I love you,” Nick said, firmer now, grounding the words between them.

Then Markus kissed him like that was all he’d been waiting to hear.

They stumbled backward, lips still locked, until Nick’s back hit the bedroom door. He reached behind blindly, opening it, pulling Markus through. Clothes didn’t come off all at once—just little pieces at a time, in between kisses and touches that said, we’re still here. We’re okay now.

Nick pushed Markus gently onto the bed, climbing over him with a reverence that made Markus shiver. Their foreheads touched, breath mingling, hearts syncing.

“Are we okay?” Nick asked quietly, even now needing to be sure.

Markus nodded, threading their fingers together. “Yeah. We’re more than okay.”

The kiss that followed was softer, deeper. Like coming home.

The room dimmed around them, their voices replaced by sighs and murmured names, as they let the walls fall all the way down.

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A/N:not sure how I feel about this tbh, definitely not better than part one

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Cant Stay Mad

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Nick Sturniolo X Markus Rhodes

Wc:1000+

Genre:Angst

Warnings:swearing

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The door slammed shut behind Nick, the echo sharp and final. The room was quiet, the kind of silence that weighs down on your chest and makes your ears ring. Nick tossed his keys onto the counter, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Markus stood across the room, arms folded, eyes already locked onto him like he’d been waiting.

“So you weren’t gonna answer any of my texts?” Markus’s voice was low, edged with that dangerous calm before the storm.

Nick didn’t look at him. “Didn’t think there was anything to say.”

Markus scoffed. “Seriously? After the shit you pulled today?”

Nick turned sharply. “What shit, Markus? That I was working? That I didn’t have time to baby you through another one of your insecure episodes?”

“Oh my god—fuck you,” Markus snapped, stepping forward. “You ignored me all day. You bailed on lunch without a word. And then I see you laughing it up in a video like everything’s fine?”

“I was fine until this!” Nick shot back. “You act like I’m your emotional support dog. I have shit going on too, Markus!”

“Yeah, but you don’t talk about it. You just shut me out and expect me to wait around like I’m supposed to guess what’s wrong.”

Nick’s hands were shaking. He didn’t know if it was anger or guilt anymore. Maybe both. “I’m tired, okay? I’m tired of having to perform all day, be okay for everyone else, and then come home and feel like I’m still not enough for you.”

Markus blinked, that sentence landing like a punch. “Not enough?” he whispered. “Nick, I’ve only ever wanted you. I don’t give a shit if you’re tired or messy or quiet—I just want you to talk to me. I want to matter.”

“You do,” Nick said quickly, breath hitching. “You do matter. But sometimes you make it so hard to breathe, Markus. You ask and ask and I give and give and suddenly I’m empty and it’s still not enough for you.”

A silence fell between them, tense and raw.

“I’m not trying to drain you,” Markus said softly, voice cracking. “I just… I get scared. That you’ll stop needing me. That I’m just background noise in your world of cameras and chaos.”

Nick looked away, jaw clenched. His voice was barely above a whisper. “And I’m scared that one day I’m gonna open up and it still won’t be enough. That I’ll tell you everything, and you’ll just… walk away.”

Markus stepped closer, his eyes glossy now. “Do you think I’d really leave you like that?”

Nick didn’t answer. His silence said enough.

Markus swallowed thickly, trying to steady his voice. “I’m not going anywhere. Even when it’s ugly. Even when it’s this. I want all of you, Nick. Not just the pieces you think are okay to show.”

Nick blinked rapidly, eyes stinging. “I don’t know how to do that without ruining everything.”

Markus reached for his hand—hesitantly, like Nick might flinch away—but Nick didn’t.

“Then let’s ruin it together,” Markus whispered. “Because I’d rather fight with you than be okay with anyone else.”

Nick looked up finally, really looked. At the boy who knew how to push every button and still knew when to soften. At the person who stayed, even when Nick made it hard.

He exhaled shakily and let the wall he’d built all day begin to crumble.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said, barely audible.

“Me too,” Markus replied.

They stood there, surrounded by silence again, but this time it didn’t feel so heavy.

It felt like a start.

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A/N: First time writing angst, what y’all think? Should I make a part 2? 😅

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Aftercare

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Nick Sturniolo X Markus Rhodes

Wc:900+

Genre:fluff

Warnings:pulling out

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Markus shifted gently, kissing Nick’s shoulder once before pulling out, careful, slow, like he didn’t want to startle the silence that had settled between them.

Nick winced softly—not in pain, just sensitivity—and Markus immediately stilled.

“You okay?” he whispered, breath warm against Nick’s neck.

Nick nodded, chest still rising and falling a little too fast. “Yeah. Just—give me a sec.”

Markus’s fingers slid down his side, grounding, soothing. “You were amazing,” he murmured, voice softer now, like everything was hitting him at once.

Nick didn’t respond with words. Just turned onto his back, eyes half-lidded, flushed and quiet in a way Markus didn’t see often. Vulnerable. Open.

Markus reached for the hoodie Nick had peeled off earlier and gently draped it over his chest like a blanket. Then he pulled the actual blanket back up, tucking it around both of them, hand still resting on Nick’s stomach.

“Too much?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Nick shook his head. “No. Not even close.”

Markus smiled—small, relieved—and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple.

They lay like that for a few minutes. No rush. No noise. Just the weight of the moment sitting between them, heavy but safe.

Eventually, Nick spoke, his voice rough. “You’re always so gentle after.”

Markus blinked, surprised. “Yeah?”

Nick nodded, not quite looking at him. “It’s… nice.”

Markus shifted to face him more directly, his hand moving to Nick’s cheek. “I care about you. Of course I’m gonna be gentle.”

Nick closed his eyes at the touch, leaning into it a little. “You’re not always gentle before.”

Markus laughed softly. “Yeah, well. That’s ‘cause you like to act all smug and tease me until I lose my mind.”

Nick cracked a tiny smile, eyes still closed. “You’re dramatic.”

“So are you”

Nick nodded. “I know.” He smiled.

Markus’s fingers traced the edge of Nick’s jaw, down to his collarbone, lazy and affectionate. “Want water? Something sweet?”

Nick opened his eyes, blinking slowly. “You’re doing the whole ‘boyfriend aftercare checklist’ thing, huh?”

Markus shrugged. “I just wanna take care of you. Sue me.”

There was a beat.

Nick reached up and tangled their fingers together, pulling Markus’s hand to his lips and kissing the back of it.

“You’re good at it,” he whispered.

Markus smiled, eyes soft and shining a little more than usual. “Yeah?”

Nick nodded. “Like… really good.”

They stayed like that—hands laced, bodies tangled, hearts finally slowing down.

Markus kissed Nick’s forehead, then his cheek, then his shoulder.

“You still okay?” he asked again, quieter now.

Nick whispered, “I feel safe.”

Markus bit his lip, trying to hold back the full-blown grin threatening to take over his face. “Good. You’re supposed to.”

He curled closer, wrapping his arm fully around Nick now, letting their bodies settle into that warm, heavy calm that always followed something intense. Something real.

And somewhere between Markus’s steady breathing and Nick’s hand still holding his, the world outside the room faded away.

Just the two of them.

Just the quiet part.

And it was everything.

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A nicksno1simp original

A/N:This is so ass omfg, I need ideas on what to write 😭

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Fluff☁️ Smut🫦 Angst😖

Nick X Markus

Rainy Days ☁️

Lucky Strikes ☁️

Aftercare ☁️

Cant Stay Mad 1 2 😖 ☁️

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Lucky Strikes

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Nick Sturniolo x Markus Rhodes

Wc: 1000+

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing, suggestive joke

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Nick tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie, standing outside the little candle-lit bowling alley Markus had picked out. It was one of those trendy retro-style spots with neon signs, a jukebox in the corner playing throwback pop songs, and a weird smell of popcorn and wood polish that somehow just worked. He looked up just in time to see Markus walking toward him, hands in his jacket pockets, a mischievous smile already forming.

“You look like you’re about to throw up. You good?” Markus teased, bumping Nick’s shoulder gently as he came to stand beside him.

“I will not be doing that on our date” Nick deadpanned, turning to him with a lopsided smirk. “But I might if you try to out-bowl me.”

“Oh, I fully plan to out-bowl you. I came prepared.”

Nick arched a brow. “Did you bring your own bowling shoes or something?”

Markus grinned. “No, but I watched a YouTube tutorial. So, basically, I’m a professional now.”

Nick barked out a laugh, letting the door swing open as they stepped inside. “God, you’re a dork.”

“You’re into it,” Markus replied, without missing a beat.

Nick didn’t deny it.

They got their lane, and Markus immediately tripped while trying to look cool as he rolled the first ball. It spun way off to the side and hit exactly zero pins. He turned back around dramatically.

“Warm-up round. Obviously,” he declared.

Nick clapped slowly. “I see the YouTube tutorial really paid off.”

Markus narrowed his eyes and pointed. “Don’t mock the technique. You haven’t even gone yet.”

Nick rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed his bowling ball. He walked up, cool and nonchalant, and launched the ball in a smooth spin. It knocked down nine pins.

Markus blinked. “Wait… what?!”

Nick grinned smugly. “Natural talent. What can I say?”

“Okay, now I definitely hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Nick said, giving him a little wink as he walked past to sit back down. “You’re just intimidated by how good I look in bowling shoes.”

Markus snorted and sat beside him, bumping their knees together. “You look like a chaotic muppet in bowling shoes.”

Nick gasped in mock betrayal. “That’s the most offensive thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Aw, baby, I’ll make it up to you.” Markus reached over and fixed a piece of Nick’s hair that had gone rogue. “There. Now you only look like half a muppet.”

Nick tried to stay annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “You suck.”

“You love when I suck” Markus smirks.

Nick turns bright red, “stop it!” Nicks eyes were locked on Markus in that way he did when he was half-joking and half-exposing his entire soul.

The game continued—mostly gutter balls, a few flukey strikes, and a lot of bickering that was really just flirting in disguise. At some point, Markus missed again and groaned dramatically, flopping onto the little plastic bench beside Nick.

“Okay, I give up. I’m terrible. Take me out of my misery.”

Nick leaned in, face inches from Markus’s. “You want me to kill you during our date?”

“No, I want you to kiss me during our date. Duh.”

Nick blinked. “That was smooth.”

“I’ve had like three hours of practice,” Markus whispered, teasing.

Nick smiled—really smiled—and leaned in close. “You know, for someone who sucks at bowling, you’re kinda killing it at the flirting thing.”

“Oh, I’ve been killing it since the moment I got here. You’re just slow to catch up.”

And Nick didn’t argue. He just leaned forward and kissed him, right there in the weird glow of retro lights and the faint smell of stale nachos. It was soft and warm and awkward in the best way, like they both weren’t expecting it but kind of always were.

When they pulled apart, Markus cleared his throat. “So… do I get bonus points for that?”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You still lost at bowling.”

“But I won you,” Markus said with a cheesy little grin.

Nick rolled his eyes again, but his cheeks were red. “Ugh. You’re insufferable.”

“But you’re into it,” Markus whispered again.

And yeah. He totally was.

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A nicksno1simp original

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Rainy Days

Nick Sturniolo x Markus Rhodes

Wc:400+

Genre:fluff

Warnings:none

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It was raining in LA. Not the cold, annoying kind—but the soft, cozy kind that made everything feel like a sleepy dream. Nick was curled up on the couch in the triplets’ house, wearing his favourite black hoodie, legs tucked under him, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the table.

Nick glanced over. Markus was quietly scrolling through his phone, the soft glow lighting up his face. His damp hair clung to his forehead, he wore a hoodie Nick had accidentally left at Markus’s place a week ago.

“You stole my hoodie,” Nick said, narrowing his eyes playfully.

Markus smirked without looking up. “I’m keeping it hostage until you admit I make better playlists.”

Nick rolled his eyes dramatically. “You don’t even make playlists. You just dump songs in random order and hope for the best.”

“They have a vibe,” Markus argued, finally looking over. “You can’t manufacture a vibe. It’s natural. Like me.”

Nick scoffed, trying to hold back a smile. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you like that,” Markus said smugly, leaning a little closer.

Nick’s heart did a flip. He didn’t say anything, just stared at Markus for a second longer than necessary before turning his attention back to the rain outside the window.

“I like rainy days,” Markus said quietly. “Everything feels slower… like you don’t have to rush anything.”

Nick hummed in agreement, his voice soft. “I like when you’re here on rainy days.”

That made Markus pause. He tilted his head. “Yeah?”

Nick nodded, still not looking at him. “You make it feel warmer.”

Markus was silent for a moment, and then Nick felt fingers gently intertwine with his under the blanket. He looked down, then up at Markus again. The look on Markus’s face wasn’t smug anymore. It was warm. Real.

“I’m glad I’m here too,” Markus said, giving Nick’s hand a light squeeze. “Even if you have terrible taste in movies.”

Nick gasped. “Take it back.”

“Never,” Markus laughed. “But I’ll let you pick the next one.”

They leaned back into the couch, shoulders brushing, hands still linked under the blanket as the rain kept falling gently against the windows—soft, steady, and safe. Like them.

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A nicksno1simp original

First fanfic kinda nervous

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A/N: first OC lemme know what fics you wanna see with Markus and Nick

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