Michael Jackson Imagines (14)

Bath (Remember The Time era) 🛁

It was time for Michael to have a bath because he had spent the entire afternoon making crafts with me.

"Do I have to"?

Michael asked me in a childish way, and then he giggled.

"Yes Michael. You need one badly".

I said, as we walked to the bathroom.

Once I turned on the faucet, the water slowly began to fill the tub up with water.

When I looked up, I saw that Michael was gone.

"Huh"?

Unbeknownst to me, Michael had snuck out to go and find his favorite rubber ducky.

"Applehead! Where did you go"?

I asked, walking down the hall.

Michael came running towards me and then, we accidentally bumped into each other.

I gave him a playful glare.

"Umm...hi there F/n. Nice weather we're having today".

He said to me sheepishly.

"Okay, Michael. It's bathtime. Let's go get ready".

I told him, and then grabbed ahold of his hand.

Hs giggled and then we walked back into the bathroom.

I checked the water for his bath by putting my hand in there.

It was still warm.

"Ready to get in, Applehead"?

I turned around to find that Michael was gone.

"Michael Joseph Jackson! Where are you now"?

I ran back out in full-speed to go look for the king of pop.

In an instant, I found him hiding in his hallway closet.

He was giggling like a child and as soon as I opened the door, he swiftly reached out and slapped me in the butt before running away again.

"Hahahahaha"!

Michael could be heard laughing as he ran to find another place to hide.

But before he could do that, I caught him eating a spoonful of chocolate ice cream from the refrigerator.

I walked into the kitchen and tried to take it away from him, but he wouldn't budge.

"Fine, you can have it. Just come with me so we can get your bath over with".

I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Yay"!

Michael cheerfully spoke and then I grabbed his hand and led him to the bathroom.

I helped the singer undress and then once he was sitting in the tub, he started to shiver.

"Is it cold already"?

I asked him, and he nodded his head up and down.

Sighing, I turned on the faucet to bring more warm water into the tub.

Then, after all that, I gave Michael his favorite rubber ducky.

While he played in the bath like a child, I proceeded to bring out some towels from underneath the sink.

Michael watched as bent down to grab a bottle of bubble bath.

I squeezed some of it into the bathtub and lots of bubbles came out.

Then, Michael began to clean his body with some soap and once he was done with that, he asked nicely if I would help him wash his hair.

"Okay, then. Here we go".

I gave him a washcloth he could use so the soap wouldn't get in his eyes.

Finally, after all that hard work, Michael Jackson was squeaky clean.

He stepped out of the tub and I put a towel around his naked body.

I let the water out of the tub by pulling the plug.

"There. Isn't that better"?

I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

Michael blushed a bright red and then he giggled and kissed me back.

After he went to the bedroom to put on his pajamas, we sat down in the living room to watch Peter Pan.