Hello! I just thought of a little imagine request- Mike and the reader are arguing about something or other, and somewhere along the line Mike says, "Would you please shut up? We're not married yet." I know that probably sounds rude, but I thought it was funny, plus it totally sounds like something Mike would say 😂
It was a completely trivial thing that had somehow blown up into a huge argument, really. Mike had always been passionate about his favorite films, and you knew that, but you didn’t know it was enough to turn into a full on argument.
“I’m just saying, Sunset Boulevard tops El Dorado every time!” You exclaimed, becoming frustrated as you sat across from the dark haired man in a near-frenzy.
He had tossed his wool hat aside at some point, raking his fingers through his hair as he listened to someone say that his beloved John Wayne westerns didn’t always top the list.
“Have you seen John Wayne’s movies? Do ya even have a grasp on what you’re saying here?” He said, “besides, Norma Desmond creeps me the hell out. Who told Gloria Swanson to do that...that thing with her eyes, anyway?!”
“It’s called EMOTING! They did it all the time in silent films, that’s what she was trying to capture!”
Both of you went back and forth like this for what seemed like an endless amount of time, with hand gestures that signaled a great deal of exasperation.
To an outsider, it would’ve seemed almost humorous to be so passionately arguing about something along the lines of films, but the both of you took it incredibly seriously. Of course, though neither of you were film scholars in any sense of the word, you both stood your ground and firmly made your case.
Mike continued to counterpoint with John Wayne’s bravery and stoicism onscreen, while you countered his counterpoint with the endless reasons why Gloria Swanson was perfect for her role. Perhaps both of you were a bit biased and not the best at seeing eye to eye, but your conviction surely showed through.
It all had to come to a head eventually, and now you both sat there wringing at hands, unbuttoning sleeves and collars as the argument made both of your bodies’ temperatures rise, and Mike eventually getting up to pace back and forth. If there was one thing you admired him for, it was his determination.
“That closing scene is one of the best in history! Gloria Swanson owns the camera!”
“Oh come on, so Wayne riding to victory doesn’t stir anything in you?”
“I’ve seen guys ride horses plenty of times!”
“Not like John Wayne does!” His voice suddenly cracked, causing him to clear his throat and continue as he frustratedly sipped a glass of water that had been sitting on the coffee table nearby. He had that cute scowl on his handsome face now that he always got when he was frustrated.
Hell, he was even thinking the same about you. The way your cheeks flushed when you got into heated and determined discussions was so endearing, but he snapped back to reality as soon as you both continued speaking.
“Whatever, I still say Sunset Boulevard wins!”
“Ugh, will you please shut up? We’re not even married yet, and we’re already fighting like cats and dogs!”
You paused, grinning to yourself as you finally felt the tension break. Mike didn’t even realize what he’d just said, until you brought it up again.
“Yet? So, you’re saying you have plans?”
Finally, it clicked in his brain as to what he’d said, and he sat back down on the other end of the couch with his hands firmly in his lap.
“Well, um,” he cleared his throat again, gulping down there rest of the water and trying to remain stoic. “I suppose that involves your input as well.”
Scooting closer, you wrapped your arms around one of his own slender ones, noticing the way he tried to hide a tiny smile as you did so. Now this was a a way to break up an argument.
“It does,” you nodded, seeing the humor in the previous argument and allowing it to bring a smile to your face. So hard-headed Mike was thinking of marriage, was he? Maybe he was a bit of a softie after all. “And if I have anything to say about it, we can just argue over movies until we’re old and grey and everyone is sick of hearing about it.”
Your eyes met for a moment, and you could see that familiar sparkle rise back up into Mike’s warm, brown orbs.
“Jesus, you know I can’t stay away when you smile at me like that,” he laughed, pulling you close and hugging you tightly to his skinny form. Skinny but strong, you thought. “I sure hope you keep on debatin’ me like this if we plan on making this long term, cause otherwise things’ll get pretty boring.”
“Yeah, I guess they would,” you admitted with a giggle. A few brief, sweet kisses were shared before Mike relented, running his fingers through your hair.
“Maybe I’ll have to give Sunset Boulevard another chance.”
“Maybe. And I suppose I can watch El Dorado again if you really think John Wayne’s horseback riding is so great.”
Finding his hat and putting it back on his head, Mike smiled and held you closer.
