Captured love જ⁀➴
⋆˙⟡ Michael Jackson x fem!reader ⋆˙⟡
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Summery: Michael takes you out to a beautiful wildflower meadow with the sole purpose of taking cute pictures together; essentially, he falls in love with you all over again.
Contains-fluff, teasing, and so much emotion!!
A/n-Okay, I know people hate when authors give out song recommendations while reading, but I swear, listen to “I’m Not in Love" by 10cc (personal fav) or “Surrender” by $ui-cide Band orrr “Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer. Either way, you don’t need to listen to any music if you don’t want to, but if you do, just play it quietly for background noise.
Michael had planned to take you out here in hopes of taking some pictures together, wanting to capture the happiness he saw in you whenever you were surrounded by nature. And judging by the way your eyes sparkled beneath the afternoon sun, he already knew it had been worth it.
"Come on," Michael said excitedly, adjusting the camcorder in his hands.
"Go explore."
You laughed.
"Really?"
"Mhm." He nodded. "Pretend we're not even here."
"That's impossible."
Michael grinned. "Just try."
The gentle summer breeze danced through your hair as you stepped farther into the field. Wildflowers brushed against your legs, and the scent of fresh grass filled the air.
For a few moments, Michael simply filmed you.
The way you admired every flower.
The way you tilted your face toward the sunlight.
The way your smile appeared so effortlessly.
Bill stood beside him quietly, occasionally glancing between the camera screen and Michael himself.
The man looked completely smitten.
Then something caught your attention.
A large oak tree stood farther up the hill, its sprawling branches stretching proudly across the sky.
Your face immediately lit up.
"Oh my gosh.”
Without another word, you took off running.
Michael blinked in surprise.
"There she goes," Bill spoke.
Your laughter echoed through the open field as you raced through the tall grass, nearly tripping over yourself in your excitement.
It looked like a scene from a movie.
"Baby, careful!" Michael called after you, laughing.
You reached the tree and placed both hands against the trunk before effortlessly pulling yourself onto one of the lower branches.
Michael's jaw dropped.
"Wait!"
Within seconds you were climbing higher.
Not dangerously high, but high enough that Michael felt his heart nearly stop.
"Y/N!"
"I'm fine!" you called back cheerfully.
Bill chuckled beside him.
Michael lowered the camera for a moment, staring up at you in disbelief.
You looked completely at home up there.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, painting golden patterns across your skin while the wind played with your hair.
For a second Michael couldn't even remember he was supposed to be filming.
His expression softened.
A lovestruck smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
"That's my future wife," he mumbled absentmindedly.
Bill immediately looked over. "Oh, future wife, huh?"
Michael's eyes widened.
A blush rushed across his cheeks.
"I—I didn't—"
Bill only smiled knowingly.
"Mhm."
From above, you looked down curiously.
"What are you two talking about?" You shouted lightly.
"Nothing!" Michael answered far too quickly.
Bill laughed outright this time.
You smiled triumphantly before turning your attention toward Michael. "Come up here." You raised your voice, your hand waving back and forth.
He glanced up at you, one hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! Come sit with me!” You giggled excitedly.
The smile that appeared on his face was immediate.
Without another word, he handed Bill the camcorder and moved toward the tree. His hands found the branches with practiced ease, pulling himself upward effortlessly. Within moments he was beside you, settling comfortably onto the wide branch. The leaves rustled overhead as he adjusted himself, one arm draping casually across the branch behind you.
You couldn't help smiling.
"See? "Easy," you teased slightly.
Michael looked offended. "Of course it was easy."
"I know. That's why I asked you."
A laugh escaped him as he nudged your shoulder with his own.
For a while, neither of you said much. The hill stretched endlessly before you, painted with wildflowers and patches of sunlit grass that danced beneath the wind. Somewhere in the distance, birds drifted lazily across the blue sky, and every now and then the sound of rustling leaves would mix with the faint chirping hidden throughout the trees.
A wide smile was plastered across your face as your eyes looked down, landing on Bill.
“Hey Bill!” You called out happily, your hand waving at him from above. The sound of your soft laughter erupted from your lips.
Bill lifted his head from the camcorder and squinted up at you and Michael through the sunlight filtering between the leaves. A gentle smile tugged on the corner of his lips as one hand took hold of the camcorder before he lifted the other, waving it amidst you in response.
"Having fun up there?" He asked from below.
"The best." You nodded seriously.
"Good."
Michael sat quietly watching the interaction with an amused look on his face.
After a few more minutes of teasing remarks back and forth, calm silence settled over the three of you.
Your eyes wandered across the horizon.
The farther you looked, the more beautiful it seemed.
Rolling hills stretched endlessly into the distance, painted in shades of green and gold beneath the afternoon sun. Wildflowers swayed in the breeze below like ripples across water, and above them the sky seemed impossibly vast, a brilliant shade of blue interrupted only by drifting clouds and the occasional bird soaring overhead.
A quiet smile found its way onto your face.
"It's so beautiful."
The words escaped you almost absentmindedly, spoken more to yourself than to anyone else.
Beside you, Michael turned his head.
For a moment, he tried to look where you were looking.
Tried.
But his attention didn't stay there for long.
The breeze swept through the branches overhead, carrying the scent of fresh grass and summer flowers with it. It caught your hair and sent strands dancing wildly around your face. Every now and then you would brush them away only for the wind to steal them again, and somehow that simple sight made something in Michael's chest ache.
The sunlight filtering through the leaves painted shifting patterns across your skin. Gold and green flickered over your cheeks, your shoulders, and your hands resting against the branch beneath you. Your eyes reflected the light every time you turned your head, shining with the same wonder that had filled them from the moment you'd stepped out of the car.
You looked completely at peace.
Completely…alive. As though this place had been waiting for you all along.
Michael felt his chest tighten.
Not painfully. But with the sense of overwhelming admiration. Just enough to remind him how deeply he loved you. There were moments when he looked at you and felt so overwhelmed by it that he didn't know what to do with himself. Moments where the feeling became too large for words. Too large for jokes or teasing or even the constant affection he showered you with.
This was one of those moments.
Because sitting beside you beneath the shade of that old tree, listening to your quiet amazement over something as simple as a beautiful view, Michael found himself imagining a hundred different tomorrows all at once.
More summer afternoons.
More laughter.
More growing.
More moments where he'd glance over and find you smiling at something beautiful.
He wanted all of them.
Every single one.
"Yeah," he finally said, agreeing softly.
His voice came so gently it almost went unheard from beneath the rustling leaves.
"It really is beautiful."
You smiled, still staring out toward the horizon.
"I wish we could stay here forever." You admitted.
Michael's eyes never left you.
The delicate smile tugging at your lips.
The way the sunlight kissed your skin, giving you a warm glow effect that made you seem as if god himself had sent an angel to earth.
The way your hair moved freely with the wind.
The happiness written so effortlessly across your face.
And suddenly he realized he wasn't just thinking about your beauty anymore.
He was thinking about home. Instead of growing up in a place filled with holidays and birthdays, it had slowly become more like a workplace, a place he only knew through obligation and constant self-improvement. Over time, he grew used to it, learning to sit with the uneasiness that settled in each night, whether it came from the hollow echo of footsteps or the quiet, lingering pressure Michael felt even when no one else was around. There was no room left for mistakes. Only the weight of perfection.
But somewhere along the way, home stopped being a missing piece and became you. When life grew heavy, you were the steady hand that kept him grounded. You were the face he looked for each morning and the reason he strived to be better than he was the day before. And when he imagined the end of his journey, your face was the first thing he hoped to see in his final moments. You weren't just part of his life. You were his comfort, his strength, his home, and, in so many ways, his everything.
A laugh escaped him quietly.
You immediately turned.
"What?"
Michael blinked.
"Hm?"
"You laughed."
A suspicious smile appeared on your face.
"What are you thinking about?"
His eyes softened.
For a moment he considered answering honestly.
Instead, he reached over and tucked a fallen piece of hair behind your ear.
"You." He said to put it naturally.
The warmth that spread across your face made his heart stumble.
"Michael."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
His thumb brushed gently across your knuckles.
"You aren't even looking at the view anymore." Your brow raised in question, yet you couldn’t contain a joyous smile from breaking through.
Because you’re the best view I could ever imagine seeing.
"I looked." Was all he said, simply.
"For about two seconds," you retorted.
"It was a really good two seconds."
You laughed and shook your head.
“You’re hopeless, Michael," you huffed in response.
“Hopelessly in love with you.” He grinned.
You immediately paused once again from his sudden surge of confidence. Before leaning in closer to him, relaxing in his presence.
Michael welcomed you immediately, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against his side. You settled comfortably against him while the wind continued to drift through the branches above, carrying the sounds of summer all around you.
For a while neither of you spoke.
You simply sat together.
The kind of silence that only happened between people who loved each other enough not to fill every moment with words.
When Michael finally turned his head, he found you already looking at him.
The smile that followed was small.
Tender.
Genuine.
Like it belonged only to the two of you. Then he leaned forward and kissed you. Slowly and gently all at once. Never needing to rush the moment.
The world seemed to blur around the edges as his hand found your cheek and your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.
Above you, the leaves rustled softly.
From below, Bill had been observing the entire time. Then, out of nowhere—
"This will make the perfect wedding video," he blurred out.
You and Michael immediately pulled apart, both of your faces flushing bright red.
"Bill!" you both yelled in unison.
Bill only laughed in acknowledgement.
-
Now years later, on the day of your wedding reception, the video suddenly began playing, all without the knowledge of you and Michael. You immediately burst out laughing while Michael quietly groaned beside you, covering his face with one hand.
Smiles and laughter could be heard from the crowd as everyone watched in awe.
Bill stood within the crowd. He looked entirely pleased with himself.
"He really never let that go, huh?" Micheal teased.
"Not once." You shook your head in agreement.
At the end of the day you had to give it to Bill. It ultimately was the most perfect wedding video.
Michael grinned in response; his fingers instinctively reached for yours, intertwining them in a soft hold.
Not focusing on the video at all, his eyes stayed solely focused on you.
His wife.
You turned to look at him, a knowing smile spilled across your lips. "You're staring, Michael.”
“I love looking at you.”
“And I love you wholeheartedly.”
And that you did.
