the lady in my life | thriller era!michael jackson x fem!reader
thriller!era michael jackson x childhoodbsf!reader
⋆˙⟡ — summary: you’re michael jacksons childhood bsf spending the summer at hayvenhurst and develop a crush on one of his brothers — and michael does everything he can to keep you both apart
contains: jealousy, first crush, childhood best friend, and fluff
notes: first time writing on tumblr !! this is very long || why is this app so hard to use also this is not proof read so if somethings wrong ignore it
the familiar crunch of gravel echoed beneath your tires as you eased your car to a stop infront of hayvenhurst gates.
california’s late afternoon sun painted everything in a warm honey-like golden glow, making the sprawling estate look exactly how you remembered it.
you switched of the engine and sat there for a moment, fingers resting on the steering wheel.
it had been months since you last visited the jackson family.
with a quiet sigh, you open the door to your pink cadillac seville and climb out, smoothing your clothing before reaching into the back of the car for your bags.
the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed you, and despite being away for so long, hayvenhurst still felt like a second home to you.
a smile tugged at your lips,
you barely had time to close the door to your car before the front door to the house swung open.
looking estatic to see you,
he runs over to you and pulls you into a tight hug, making you drop your bag.
you wince at how tight he’s holding you,
he pulls away from the hug and looks at you, his hands still holding just below your shoulders.
“you’re finally here!” he says, smiling.
you laugh, “yeah, i’m here”
“well? did you not miss me?”
michael had always loved to tease you, and here he is, teasing once again.
“of course i missed you!”
he laughs while picking up two of your bags,
“come on, let’s go inside”
you pick up your remaining bags and head inside with michael.
the front door opened before you or michael could reach it, familiar voices flooding the porch.
mrs. jackson was the first to greet you, pulling you into a warm hug, telling you how much she missed you, then the brothers greeted you, one by one.
“long time no see” marlon says as he pulls you into a hug.
the hug seems to linger longer than the rest, making your stomach flip.
“come on, i’ll show you to your room” michael interrupted and started heading up the stairs.
you smile at marlon and follow behind michael.
you were shown to the room you spent most childhood summer in.
fresh sheets covered the bed, sunlight poured through the curtains, and a small vase with beautiful flowers sat on the bedside table.
you set your bags next to the bed and glanced around the room with a smile.
michael left the rest of your bags near the door and left you to unpack.
you plopped down onto the bed and sighed.
it really did feel like coming back home.
before you had a chance to unpack, voices drifted in from downstairs, followed by someone calling your name, inviting you to join everyone outside.
the sky was now a deep navy, the stars glittering above you.
you joined to sit the family at their bonfire, the fire crackled softly sending tiny embers into the night sky.
you were sat in between marlon and michael.
everyone sat in a circle on their lawn chairs with blankets, marshmallows roasting on the fire while music drifted faintly from the house.
you laughed as marlon held up a marshmallow that had caught fire.
“i think you’re supposed to toast it,” you teased, trying, and failing, to hide your smile.
“i like it crispy,” he defended, with a grin, waving the stick until the tiny flame disappeared.
“you mean it adds charcoal,”
the two of you burst out laughing, drawing a few amused glances from the other siblings.
next to you, michael poked and prodded the logs on the fire with his stick, smiling when the others laughed, but his eyes lingered on the way you leaned toward marlon, the way your shoulders bumped as you giggled over something he didn’t even find that funny.
“y’know,” michael chimed in, forcing a light-hearted smile, “she used to burn every marshmallow she made.”
“i did not,” you protested.
marlon looked between the two of you, amused, “looks like someones trying to embarrass you.”
michael shrugged, “just telling the truth.”
you rolled your eyes with a laugh, chucking a rolled up tissue in michaels direction.
he caught it easily, grinning for a brief moment, before his gaze drifted back to you and marlon.
he couldn’t tell why it bothered him.
maybe he just wasn’t used to sharing your attention.
the bonfire began to die down, siblings heading inside one by one, until marlon stood up to head inside.
“try not to burn your breakfast in the morning like you did the marshmallow,” you laugh.
he turns to look at you and laughs, “worry about yourself.”
michael watches the interaction, forcing a smile, before quietly saying, “come on, i’ll take you inside.”
michael walks you into the house, and up to your room, “goodnight.”
you smile at him, “goodnight applehead.”
he looks flustered before smiling and walking off to his own bedroom.
you settle down and head to bed.
the sunlight spills through the curtains and the birds begin to cheep.
you roll over in bed and rub your eyes.
somewhere downstairs, the muffled sounds of laughter echoed through the house, followed by the clatter of dishes and the unmistakable scent of breakfast.
with a very sleepy sigh, you stretched beneath the covers and rolled out of bed.
you’d almost forgotten how lively and upbeat mornings at hayvenhurst were.
after getting dressed and brushing your hair, you made your way downstairs.
the house was already buzzing with conversation, music humming softly from a near radio as everyone gathered in the kitchen.
mrs. jackson was first to greet you as you stepped inside, “good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?”
you smiled, nodding as you accepted a plate of pancakes and fresh fruit.
the table was full of chatter as all of michaels siblings were talking over eachother, as usual.
just as you settled into your seat next to michael, jermaine suggested a pool day.
a chorus of eager agreement filled the room almost instantly.
it didn’t take much convincing.
the california sun was already climbing higher into the sky, promising another warm day where the pool was most likely needed.
you walked out into the garden in your teal bikini, where the boys were in the pool and the girls were lounging beside the pool.
music playing softly from a radio.
michael was sat on a floaty with his sunglasses on, randy and jermaine splashing him with water.
you stand there for a moment, taking everything in.
suddenly behind you, marlon comes and pushes you into the pool.
you shriek as you land beside michael’s floaty, splashing michael from your fall.
you swim to the surface, “marlon!”
he laughs and jumps in, splashing you.
“you shouldn’t have done that!” you laugh and start splashing him.
a splash war breaks out, you and marlon laughing and grabbing eachother.
jermaine, randy, jackie and janet join, everyone getting soaked.
while you were having fun, you didn’t realise that michael had gotten out of the pool and was now sat on a lounge chair.
you swam over to the side of the pool, your arms folded, resting on the patio.
“hey, why’d you get out?”
michael still had his sunglasses on so you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or not.
“everyone was splashing and i didn’t want to be splashed.”
michaels never usually like that, he usually is in the pool with you.
you just assume he’s not feeling very well and swim back to where the fun is.
everyone eventually gets tired and hungry, so you all sit around the pool eating snacks.
you were perched at the end of the pool with marlon, eating popsicles.
absentmindedly kicking your feet in the pool beneath the surface.
“y’know, i’m pretty sure i won that splash war,”
you scoff, “hardly, i clearly won,”
marlon tilts his head, “well, i gotta say.. i never lose,”
you leaned over just enough to splash a handful of water in his direction.
he gasped dramatically before scooping up twice as much and launching it at you.
“hey!” you squealed, shielding your face while you both laughed.
across the pool, michael was watching you and marlon just over the rim of his glasses, he shook his head while pretending to be more interested in his snacks than what was happening between you and marlon.
“you two done?” michael called across the pool.
“or should we just leave you two over there?”
you looked up at michael, “coming!”
before either of you could move, jackie wandered over, carrying a plate full of fruit.
“alright,” he announced, dropping onto a lounge chair, “i’ve got a question.”
jackie smirked, “anybody got a summer crush?”
a chorus of groans immediately followed.
“oh brother,” marlon muttered and rubbed his forehead.
“you ask the weirdest questions,” michael laughed, though it sounded a little forced to you.
“what? it’s a perfectly normal question.”
one by one, everybody gave joke answers, laughing the whole time.
then jackie’s eyes landed on you,
your heart skipped a beat.
for a second, you glanced at marlon without even thinking about it.
it was only for a moment, but long enough for michael to notice.
he looked away almost immediately, forcing a smile as the conversation around him carried on.
but that glance stayed with him for reasons he couldn’t explain.
by late afternoon, everyone was searching for a way to cool down and escape the california heat.
“we should go get ice cream!” marlon suggests as he flops onto one of the lounge chairs.
tito laughs, “i ain’t saying no to that.”
suddenly everyone was hopping into the cars.
you climbed into the backseat, scooting over to make room, just as you reached for the seat belt, the passenger door opened.
marlon climbed in, “mind if i sit here?” he asked with a grin.
he slid in beside you, shutting the door behind him.
“y’know i’m still waiting for that apology,” he says, nudging your shoulder.
you looked confused, “what apology?”
“for trying to drown me in the pool,”
a laugh escaped your lips, “you started it,”
the two of you continued bickering, not accepting defeat.
outside the car, michael paused as he saw you two laughing together.
you two always usually sit together, now you’re sat with marlon.
silently, michael slides into the front seat, he glanced into the rearview mirror as more laughter erupted from you and marlon.
“what’re you two laughing about?” michael sounded blunt.
marlon answered before you could.
“she’s trying to convince me she didn’t splash me first,”
he let out a quiet laugh but his smile faded as he looked back.
atleast.. that’s what he was telling himself.
everyone had eaten their ice cream and now you were all back home, flooding into the house.
michael silently slipped away into his bedroom.
you quietly knocked on his bedroom door, “michael? can i come in?”
the door creaked open slowly, “what?”
“i.. just wanted to talk to you,”
“can we.. go outside to talk instead?”
you nod and you both head outside.
you and michael lay on the grass staring at the stars, it feels like old times.
after sitting there in silence for a while, michael speaks,
“when you looked at marlon like that.. i wish it was me you were looking at,”
you look over at michael, “what? why?”
he sits up and looks at you, suddenly looking shy.
“because.. i think i’ve liked you for a long time, and i know you like marlon so don’t feel—“
he puts his head in his hands.
you hold his hand, he stares at your interlinked hands, cheeks going red.
he opens his mouth to say something, anything.
before he could you stop him.
and you and michael sit there, in the dark, the stars twinkling above you, holding hands.
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