80s Band Imagines

💙Mick #3-*Argument

Angst, Smut, Fluff

(The whole nine, basically)

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"

I asked you to follow one fucking instruction, and you couldn't even do that!"
Mick yelled, causing me to sink further into the couch.

"All I ask is that you leave my studio alone!"

"I was just trying to clean up a little-"
I tried to explain, but Mick wasn't willing to listen.

"And you carelessly moved my guitars around!"
He cut me off.

"You grabbed my black one by the neck so hard you broke a strings and now I have to change them all out!
Mick said frustratedly.

"I didn't mean it."
I whispered, willing the tears not to fall. I hated how sensitive I Was, but I hated when people yelled, and even more so when it was at me.

"This wouldn't be a problem if you'd just listen-"

"You're not listening to me!"
I yelled back.

"To what? Your bullshit excuses as to why you deliberately didn't listen to my only request?!
He yelled back.

"I told you I was trying to cl-"

"Clean up, I know! But instead you fucked everything up and now I have to fix it!"
Mick cut me off, his voice growing louder.

"And then you have the audacity to-"

"Stop."
I whispered, my hands beginning to shake.

"Seriously, June-"

"Stop."
I cried.

"You can't really be that stupid, baby-"

"Stop!"
I yelled, covering my face with my hands, beginning to rock back and forth. It was too much, especially hearing him call me 'baby' in a spiteful tone.

"June."
Mick said softly, with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry; I didn't mean it!"
I sobbed, hiding my head in my hands.

"Hey, hey, baby; it's okay."
Mick said, kneeling in front of me. He tried to touch my hands, but I flinched away from him, crying harder.

"C'mon baby, it's okay."
Mick pleaded.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean it, I promise!"
I cried, sounding like a broken record.

"Baby, look at me."
Mick said, softly.

"Y-You're mad! I'm sorry, I-I promise I didn't mean to!"
I sobbed, my breathing becoming erratic causing me to panic.

"C'mon, Sweetheart you gotta calm down."
Mick said, trying to touch me again, but I shied away from him.

"Baby I can't help you if you don't let me."
He said, trying not to lose his patience.

"You're mad! I-I was stu-pid! I didn't mean to, I-I promise!"
I cried hysterically into my knees.

"No, no, honey, it's okay. You're not stupid, baby. I am for yelling at you like that.
Mick said trying to comfort me.

"I'm sorry."
I repeated.

"Stop apologizing, baby."
Mick sighed.

"I-I was dumb a-and I didn't mean it!"

"No, baby, you're not. C'mon now, enough tears."
Mick said, reaching up to wipe my tears with his fingers. I melted into his touch, letting out another sob.