the beatles imagines

buttercup cookies (george)

you blasted some mellow music while you baked some cookies, mindlessly humming along. you were baking buttercup flavored snickerdoodles, or sugar cookies. they were your absolute favorite! and your boyfriend of four months, george, loved them too. as you continued checking the cookies periodically, your boyfriend stood at the door frame, anxiously.

you didn't see him at first, but you felt his presence, and it felt off. he rubbed his hands together before walking into the kitchen, clearing his throat, "hey (y/n), what are you up to?"

you stopped the music, turning to him, "oh just baking some cookies. what are you up to?" you asked removing your oven mitts.

"just came back from the store. do you, uh, have a minute?" he asked, taking a seat at the island.

"uh yeah," you furrowed your brows, taking a seat, "is everything ok?"

"...not really..." george spoke, almost inaudibly.

now you started to feel nervous. you briefly looked him up and down before standing up, "look just let me get these out of the oven."

"yeah." george nodded, watching you cautiously. after you took the cookies out, you removed your oven mitts again, glancing up at him. you took your seat, letting the cookies cool down.

"so what do you have to say?" you whispered, folding your arms on the table.

"well let me just start off by saying that i love you so much, i wouldn't do anything to hurt you deliberately, and i-." he began as you cut him off,

"george just rip the bandaid off and tell me!" you could feel your tears pushing up, although you tried so hard pushing them down.

"...fine. i slept with your mother. actually, we've been sleeping together for about 3 weeks now." he admitted shamefully. he hung his head low. it was as if someone had taken ahold of your heart, personally tearing it in half. you were a mixture of angry and sad, betrayed and confused.

"what?" was all you managed to muster up, "did you say you've been sleeping with my mother? like the same woman who treats you like family?" you were in shock and you were disgusted.

"yes, you heard me correctly. i've been having sex with your mum, and yes." he couldn't even look at you.

you wanted to scream, curse, beat his ass! instead you took a deep breath before wiping the lonely tear that graciously rolled down your cheek, "and where was i?"

"at work." george mumbled, you heard him though.

"why would you do this to us george? to me?! don't you think?!" you shouted the last part, banging your fist on the table.

he had no answer, and to be quite honest, that infuriated you even more than finding out he fucked your mom. you glared at him with burning eyes. again, you slammed your fist on the table as george jumped,

"she was there for me while you're working. all you do is work and when you get home you ignore me. i can't even get a kiss from you anymore! so i would go visit her and talk to her. one thing led to another and yeah we started up an affair. i'm so sorry (y/n)! that's why i'm telling you. i want us to work through this." he pleaded.

you could just punch him! how fuckin dare him! instead, you, being the better person, cleared your throat looking at him, "so you sleep with family? you know what you're problem is george? you give up easily instead of trying to resolve any sort of problem you may cause or are caught in the middle of. you'd rather go behind my back while i'm at work getting money for us and cheat! you'd rather go to my mother and sleep with her because i'm not giving you sex when i've been working for eight hours straight. you know my biggest regret right now is not bashing that hot ass pan of cookies over your head, then driving to my mother's house and strangling her. instead, i'm going to kindly ask you to get the fuck out of my house."

george gulped, looking down. he went to look up and speak, however, you weren't having any of that, "GET THE FUCK OUT!" he jumped a bit, getting up, leaving immediately. all you felt was anger, as you got up tossing your oven mitts at the window. you grabbed your landline dialing your whore of a mother's number.

it rang three times before you heard her voice. she couldn't even speak before you jumped down her throat, "yeah, mom? fuck you! you're a nasty slut for sleeping with george. he just told me everything! how fuckin could you?! are you really that upset over dad's divorce from you? well, honestly, i can't blame him. if my wife was proven to be a cheater, i'd divorce her too. i hope you're happy with making me feel like shit, mom. you did a great job! call me back when you learn how to be a real woman and not some lousy loose whore who's trying to relive her 20's. you're 66 mom, grow up!" and with that you hung up, screaming and breaking down into tears.

***
a few hours later, the cookies were neatly put away as you sat on the couch watching a jason segel movie, eating two cookies. while you watched and occasionally laughed, your phone rang. you groaned getting up, going to the phone.

"hello?" on the other line, it was your mom.

"(y/n)? look it's me, i'm sorry for what i did." she sounded as if she'd been weeping.

"why'd you do it mom?" you asked, feeling more anger than hurt.

"(y/n), i can't tell you that because i truly have no idea. i felt coerced into having sex with him." she replied, sniffling.

you couldn't help but let out a forced chuckle, "jesus mom save it! george told me he'd go over to you to bullshit about me and then you'd sleep together. i'm just flabbergasted at how much of a low blow this was from you to your own blood. like i can't even begin to understand why you would do this, but, you ruined my relationship with not only george, but with you too. so, that's great."

"honey we can work on this please? if he was willing to fuck me, he probably fucked many others. i'm your mother and i always will be. i just hope we can work past this." she pleaded.

maybe she was right. george definitely seemed to be a bit more flirtatious than you liked, but he wasn't your problem anymore. you were finished with him. however, your mom was still your mom and even though she hurt you too, you softened up a bit.

"after a bunch of therapy and time, yes." you joked, chuckling a bit.

"well i'm willing to wait." she replied.

"good. i'll talk to you later then. oh! before i go, i'm sorry for name calling you earlier. i was angry, mom. i love you, i'm just hurt." you apologized.

"i love you too (y/n). and it's ok, i forgive you. i'm sorry too."

"i forgive you too mom." you replied as the two of you remained on the phone mending your relationship.