Guitars (M.C. Blurb)

A/N: I’ve just been wanting to use this picture for a long time. I also need to write about Michael more.

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I walked into the little studio that Michael was writing with Luke today with bags of food in each hand.
Michael’s eyes lit up as he saw me come in. “Hey, baby.”
I placed the food down on the small coffee table in front of them then walked around it to get to where he was sitting on the couch. “Hey.” I leaned down as he tilted his head up for a kiss.
He smiled as I pulled away and set his guitar down beside him. He pulled me onto his lap and nuzzled his face into my back. “I missed you.”
I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You saw me this morning before you left.”
“Still too long,” he mumbled.
“Oh, God.” Luke groaned as he threw a balled up piece of paper at us.
I glared at him and threw it back. “It’s rude to throw things at people.”
“It’s rude for people to be that cute in front of others,” Luke bit back.
I tilted my head at him. “That was hardly an insult.”
He shrugged as he reached for one of the bags. “You didn’t forget ketchup, did you?”
I shook my head as he took out all the food and spread it all out on the table. “No, but you guys have.”
The two boys looked at me confused.
I gave them a look. “You do remember Ketchup, right? Your guys’ supposed dog that you had while you were in that house in LA.”
They still looked at me as if I had grown two heads.
I sighed. “The one Calum took to the groomers to get washed and everything.”
Then the realization settled in. “Oh, yeah!”
I rolled my eyes and leaned forward to grab a fry. “Idiots.”
“He was a good dog,” Michael faked sobbed in remembrance.
“He never barked, never peed in the house, didn’t tear up the furniture…” Luke added.
“That’s because he was a plastic dog thing,” I told the two of them.
They glared at me. “Don’t say that.”
I raised my hands up in mock surrender. “You both know that I’m right.”
“He has feelings, Y/N. You just hurt them,” Michael told me.
I moved off of his lap to sit beside him. “He isn’t a real dog, Mike. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’d be more hurt over the fact that you guys all forgot about him.”
They both opened their mouths to say something but I interrupted them to say, “You know I’m right,” and their mouths closed.
The two grumbled as they ate their food and I groaned. “Why are you two so hung up over this? That was literally two years ago.”
They glared at me. “Love has no limits.”
I snuggled into Michael’s side. “I know.”
After we devoured all of the food that I had bought, Luke had used the opportunity to lay his body all across of one of the two couches, leaving Michael and I to share the other one.
“I’m so full,” Luke exclaimed as he stared at his phone that he held above his face.
“Makes two of us, mate.” Michael nodded as he leaned back on the couch, mindlessly strumming on his guitar.
I was seated on the arm rest of the couch, leaning slightly against Michael and the back of it. “Make it three,” I agreed.
Luke locked his phone and folded his arms over his chest before turning to face the back of the couch. “I’m taking a nap.”
“We have songs to right, idiot,” Michael told him.
Luke didn’t move. “Wake me up in thirty.”
Michael groaned and I laughed, followed by groaning because of my full stomach. “Don’t make me laugh. My stomach can’t expand anymore.”
Michael rolled his eyes but kissed my temple.
I closed my eyes and listened to him strum a little bit longer. “Can you teach me?”
The strumming stopped and I opened one eye to see him looking at me with excitement.
“Really?” He asked.
I nodded and sat up. “Sure. I’ve always wanted to know how to play. Why not learn from my awesome, guitar shredding boyfriend?”
Michael looked as if I had just told him that he was entitled to an endless supply of free pizza. He nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah!”
So that’s what we did for the next thirty minutes as Luke took his nap. Sure, we both got annoyed at each other at some points but that’s what generally happens when you’re being taught or are teaching something.
I grinned triumphantly as Michael told me that I had finished learning one song. However, I was so concentrated on getting the notes and strumming down that I hadn’t realized what song he had taught me.
“You really had to teach her Don’t Stop first?” Luke’s voice rang out after a while.


okay but imagine waking up next to Michael after he’s been touring and he’s still sleeping and you kind of just lay there and watch him and then he wakes up a little and reaches for you, pulling you into his chest and holds you and nuzzles his scruffy lil face into your neck and when you giggle cause it tickles he leans up and kisses you but you try to push him away because you have morning breath but he mumbles that he doesn’t care in his sleepy lil voice and you spend the day like that. like the entire day falling in and out of sleep with Michael. I’m fine everything is fine.


“Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it’s allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It’s the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it’s everywhere.” ~Happy 58th Birthday to the King of it all, Michael Jackson | August 29, 1958-∞