the beatles imagines

you broke me (ringo)

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️: SOME SLAPS AND SOME CURSING! ENJOY~ JULIA
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you sat in bed watching him sleep. your mind raced because you knew something he didn't. you knew he had slept with your cousin, maureen cox. you had always envied maureen, and now you had a reason to. she had slept with your man! you wanted to confront the two of them, but instead you sat up in bed, pondering with the thought of either slapping ringo awake or slipping off into a broken sleep.

you decided the latter of course! you were going to slap him, but slip off to sleep before he could wake up. with one winding hand, you revved it up before slapping him hard across the face, jolting him awake. unfortunately for you, it happened so fast, you couldn't doze off in enough time.

"(y/n)! what the fuck was that for?" he questioned, holding his stinging jaw.

"you broke me." was all you replied with as he furrowed his brows together,

"what the hell are you talking about?" he sincerely asked.

"oh don't play stupid with me richard! you know what you did! you slept with my cousin, maureen!" you blurted it out while he stared at you.

"who told you?"

"really? not even going to try to deny it?" you scoffed.

"i'm being serious, (y/n), who told you?."

"don't worry about it and start telling me why!" you seethed.

"(y/n), look baby it was a mistake. we were playing pool and she was intoxicated, she started dancing on me. i couldn't push her away, i was intoxicated too. i'm sorry." he tried to explain before you rose your hand again,

"do you want me to slap you again?!" you threatened, wanting to do it regardless.

he shielded his face, "no need to! i'm sorry baby."

"don't give me your pathetic sorry's now richard! just promise me that if that slut tries something ever again you push her off! understand?" you sternly stated, laying down.

"yes. i'm never going to be around her again, i'm sorry." he replied, turning to face you.

you faced the other way, fluffing your pillow, "good. glad we're finally on the same page. night."

"(y/n)?" he whispered.

"what, rich?" you answered.

"i love you."

"me too. night."

he softly sighed, closing his eyes, "night." he grumbled.

and with that, you both slipped away sleeping somewhat soundly.