for all time - michael jackson imagines 🩵

3 | spring fever 🌷 | off the wall era

I often find myself comparing Michael's beauty to a flower. His curls are like pretty petals gracefully flattering in the wind and his tender kisses are like a flower's sweet nectar - and like a bee or humming bird I'm allured by his sugar-sweet gifts. There's pure softness blooming in his eyes whenever he looks at me, making me feel like I'm truly special in his eyes. He's in fact the prettiest flower I've ever layed my eyes on.

It's a perfect spring day: A cloudless blue sky, the sun is warming our skin, birds are chirping cheerfully and the grass underneath is tickling my bare legs. Michael and I have decided to go out and take a walk through a nearby flower field on this beautiful afternoon. Nobody else, just me and him - and countless colorful flowers and friendly bugs too - soaking the cozy atmosphere of nature in.

My hand is entangled with his comfortingly warm hand, like pretty much all the time. We fit into each existing cliché that revolves around young love: Spending each single moment with each other, holding hands during every occasion and cuddling at any given opportunity - and I'm absolutely living for it.

Every few seconds he rubs his thumb softly around my hand and adorably smiles down at my face whenever he turns around to see me, giving me a million butterflies. It's like he's making sure I feel warm and safe in his presence, caressing me in the most tender ways and reminding me that he loves me.

Unexpectedly Michael bends down and I'm watching him pick up a cosmo flower. "Aww these are my favorites!", I chirp euphorically, causing his angelic face to look up at me with a soft smile forming on his face.

Lord, he looks so adorable as seen from this angle - he always does but specifically right now as his huge eyes look up at me from down there. He looks like an entrancing prince straight out of a Disney movie.

He gets up and positions himself as close to me as possible, making me feel the warmth of his body envelop me, especially my bare arms and legs. Then he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and places the flower in my hair. "And you're my favorite pretty flower, baby girl", he states softly with his hand stroking my face up- and downwards. Ultimately he leans in for a kiss, enchanting me passionately with his nectar once again.

I can't help but blush with this overflow of love he's watering me with. He pecks my lips tenderly before letting go and opens his eyes again. Michael giggles cheekily, "Awww look at you! Now your face is almost the exact same color as the flower!"

I smile sheepishly, boxing his chest playfully, "Hey! Don't be mean!"

His face grows soft again as he's wrapping his arms around me, "I'm not mean, my little bunny!", he pauses and lifts me up, spinning me around, "I could never be mean to the cutest lady to ever walk into my life"

"Weeee!", I giggle softly while enjoying this ride on my own little Michael carousel. Then he stops, still holding me tightly and places a kiss on my forehead. Caught up in his irresistible softness, I snuggle my entire body to his - underestimating the force that has, causing my poor boyfriend to loose balance and fall into the flower field, with me still being entwined in his arms.