TRIGGER WARNING: A FIGHT ENSUES- JULIA✨
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he had been drinking and it was only getting worse no matter how many interventions you tried to stage, nothing was getting through to him. you were so close to giving up, but you loved him, and anything you could do to show him that drinking wasn't the answer, you'd do.he had came home that fateful day, while you prepared supper. he stunk of alcohol and cigarette smoke. he walked beside you before glancing at you briefly, "hello darling." he grinned, his teeth looking a bit yellow.
"rings.." you sighed, "you've been smoking and drinking again, haven't you?" you asked softly, while he nodded,
"yes, but, it's what makes me happy." he replied gently.
"it can't make you happy! it's killing you babe!" you strained, your voice breaking as you began to cry.
"i'm sorry (y/n). i'm sorry that i'm such a fuck up." he looked down as you held his face, aligning it with your lips while you leaned it to kiss him ever so softly.
he hummed against it blinking his boisterous blue eyes at you. you wrinkled your nose as you two shared a more passionate kiss.
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august 2, 1967
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he had her underneath him while you were at work. clearly, the discussion the two of you had two days prior didn't mean shit, and that was proven true when he had snuck that hairdresser into your home.her name was maureen cox and richard had been seeing her monthly while you were slaving away at your job. the two occasionally made love in your bed and even parented a kid together that was currently staying at maureen's mother's home.
"richard!" the brunette moaned, rolling her dark eyes back.
he grunted speeding up, hitting all her spots as he gripped her hand loosely above her head. the bed continued to shift while you walked up your driveway.
you were focused on getting inside to be met with your husband, instead when you opened that damned passageway, you heard strange noises. you stopped upon entering before immediately knowing what was going on. you stormed upstairs, and right through that door, over to ringo,
"WHO IS SHE?!" you shouted, eyeing the brunette.
"my mistress." he drunkenly slurred, causing you to yank him up,
"ITS OVER GET OUT!" and with that you glared at the girl, punching her square right in the face. she fell back as you shoved ringo off the bed.
you leapt onto the girl as you threw punch after punch towards her face and chest. she squealed as you yanked her hair, slamming her head onto the headboard.
she screamed as you tossed her off the bed. she ran away after retrieving her clothes before ringo looked at you, "OUT!" you marveled as he jumped back, realizing what he had done.
he composed himself before trying to apologize to you. once that was proven unsuccessful, he packed a bag, and walked out of your life permanently.
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the beatles imagines
Randomjust a great big book of imagines of our four favorite mop top boys!! there will be sad ones smutty ones fluffy ones horrific ones anything basically