⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ after mtv pranks husband!michael on his 44th birthday, leaving him oh so hurt, you take matters into your own hands.. ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
description ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : due to mtv having low ratings, they needed to get them higher, so they decided to prank your husband with a fake award and a birthday cake. once you catch him crying, you realize that he was actually hurt, and you wasn’t gonna let that slide.
warnings ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : angst i think, fluff, michael cries, cursing, comfort
pairing ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ : husband!michael x blackwife!reader
today is august 29, 2002, and it’s michael’s 44th birthday! you guys were so excited , having already celebrated in your own ways, you guys were going to an event that mtv invited michael to. you were in the bathroom, curling the expensive bundles of your fresh sew-in.
“tinka..” michael says, coming around the corner and stepping into the bathroom.. he stands behind you.
“yes, baby?” you murmur, focused on your hair.
“can you help me? my zipper’s stuck..” he says, smirking and looking at you through the mirror.. you giggle, turning the curling iron off..
“i’m not finna play with you, boy..” you laugh, rolling your eyes..
“i’m serious this time! come look!” he snickers, grabbing you wrist.. you kneel, and see that his zipper is indeed stuck.. “oh shit..” you mutter.. you tug at it a little, then reach into his pants and shift him..
he grabs your head, pushing it down. you slap his hand away and zip his pants..
“thank you, mama.” he says, giggling and pecking your lips..
“yeaaa whatever, go put your shoes on..” you says, applying lipgloss.
you guys have been at the event, for about two hours now, and they just gave your baby his award! you smile, watching him give a speech..
“and i really do appreciate every each one of you guys, my fans, and my family, and my wife, who’s been here for me since i was 18..” he says, pointing at you in the crowd.. you wave and giggle..
he finished up and they also give him a birthday cake.. you loved seeing him celebrate, how shy he got when everyone sung happy birthday. neither of you knew that the night was gonna end in shambles.
you had to use the restroom before you guys left, and michael wanted to stay with you, but you told him to go to the car, and you’ll jus have a guard walk you out. while you were in the restroom, michael was informed that the whole celebration was a prank, and that the award he got wasn’t even real. before they could try to laugh it off with him, he was in the car, tears running down his cheeks ..
when you walk out, the guard looks worried.. “is there something wrong?” you say, raising your eyebrows.. “it’s mr. jackson. they told him that the whole celebration was fake, including his award..” he says, and your eyes widen..
“are you serious? take me to him, is he alright?” you say, knowing just how sensitive your husband is..
the guard rushes you to the car, where your husband is bawling his eyes out.. you get in the car, rubbing his back.. “ cmere baby, it’s alright, it’s okay..” you coo, gently catching his trembling form in your arms..
“tink, they said it-“ he tries, cutting himself off with a sob. he felt so utterly humiliated, that he couldn’t even speak.
“where’s the award, angel? let me see it, i want to go have a word with them, whoever arranged this shit..” you softly say, looking at him..
you gently take the award and get out the car.. “wait right there for me, i’ll be back, baby..” you softly say, blowing him a kiss.
you storm backstage, and see brittney spears, jimmy fallon, and some other people that were associated with the prank..
“hello guys, i think you know, but im michael’s wife, and i’d like to know who planned this little.. stunt tonight ..” you say, trying to start off professional. they start to point at each other, and you raise your eyebrows..
“i’ll just assume that all of you were associated. now, my husband is very, very hurt by this, fake, cheap ass award, that he certainly doesn’t deserve.” you say, throwing it across the room, making everyone flinch.
someone from mtv’s management starts to speak. “maam, it was just a friendly prank, our ratings were low and we figured that this would help them.” he says, trying to give you a smile.
“i don’t give a damn how low your rating were, i’m finna lower them bitches even more, since yall wanna play with my baby. i certainly won’t have a cracked out teenage prodigy, and a rich white man who WISHED he could do all that my husband did, playing with him on his birthday. have a nice night.” you say, storming out.. you walk back to the car and get in..
michael was leaning his head against the window, he wasn’t crying anymore but you knew he was still upset..
“it’s okay, baby.. it’s still your birthday.. you wanna go home, and we can celebrate there?” you whisper, rubbing his thigh ..
he nods, looking at you.. “yea tinka..” he murmurs..
you were still so upset for him, so you started mentally planning how to cheer him up, all while you hug him and rub his head..
princess’s note! <3 : now they know damn well they was wrong for doing that to big mike, but i hope yall like this
