sturniolo triplets oneshots/smut

not your fault // triplets // fluffy-angsty? // request

summary; "I request an imagine where the reader catches her boyfriend cheating, and after not seeing her for a while, the triplets find out she's a mess"

warnings; hints of sex, cheating, swearing

not proofread

( ryan your bf in this story is completely fictional btw)

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As you've been mercifully telling yourself for the past week and a half; you should've noticed the same difference.

Your boyfriend hadn't been acting the same since a party he had gone to, but a day or two after, he had finally started acting at least a little more normal. And then... he didn't. 

One night you went over to his apartment to hang out with him, of course, you'd asked him if it was alright, and when he didn't respond, you went anyway. Ryan was the type to not respond, but still not care anyway. 

That should've been the red flag I noticed from the start.

You went over with high spirits, excited to tell him about the thing you've been up to. And to see how he's been, to see if he'd gone back to normal yet, or wanted to talk it out. 

Since he normally does that with you. 

However, when you got up to the door, you heard two voices. One that was very familiar, Ryan's voice. And then one that wasn't so familiar, one that was high-pitched, giggling. 

It dawned on you faster than you thought it would.

Ryan never has girls over, and he's told you multiple times before that he never needed anyone more than you. And he was so genuine with the words, that you believed it. There was no reason not to. 

Plus, one of his complaints with girls, was that they were all the same. They all dressed the same at parties and all drank and drank and never had a difference between them. 

Which means he found a girl that wasn't like them, but like you, and better. Throwing you away so quickly without even telling you. He hadn't even bothered to text you in the last couple of days either, something that he never did. 

You two were supposedly in love.

While at the apartment door, you knew you couldn't just walk away. And that there was a slight, slight chance of her just being a friend or someone from work. 

So, what did you do? You opened that apartment door, half expecting it to be locked. It swung right open, and right in front of you, you saw something you thought you'd never see.

It wasn't like she was just over for a date, she was also apparently over for more, from what you saw. Her, half naked on top of his kitchen counter. 

Ryan had peeked around her body and turned white as a sheet. 

"So, these girls are your type, huh?"  you remarked, looking around the apartment slightly, "Nice job, Ryan. Have fun with  those types of girls, my friend." 

And you left, just like that. The door slammed painfully hard behind you as you heard Ryan yelling your name. 

Of course, you didn't listen. It wasn't until he'd come out into the hallway, trying to grab you, that you reacted harshly. 

"Don't fucking touch me!" you yelled, pointing a finger at him, "We're over! You should've seen that coming!" 

"(y/n)--"

You'd gone into auto-drive, slapped him-- and then you left. 

Now? You've been stuck in your room for a week and a half, your roommates probably hadn't seen you in days, even though you've heard and seen them. You just don't have the motivation to leave your room.