Can you please do a Michael x Black Fem Reader, where the reader goes off on the interviewers when they start asking super personally invasive and weird questions?
Authors Note: This was so fun to write I hope it is to your liking. So proud of the fact I was able to put out two requests the power of a cup of coffee and quiet lol. Edited by @discojupiters with that being said again I hope you enjoy it.
You didn't want to do this interview in the first place. The harsh lights blinding you, the sound of so many people scurrying around you to do a million things overwhelming you, and don't even start on the interviewers themselves. The ones who can't help but ask dumb questions. The questions that left you feeling like you were in the twilight zone. The questions that no one was stupid enough to ask the way that they do.
But here you are sitting in a plushy chair giving the illusion of comfort. To get you comfortable and pliant so that they can strike you and break your spirit.
Why were you here again? Oh right, because you were in love and wanted to support your man. Michael had been through enough and you were sick of people using his kindness as a perfect opportunity to embarrass him. You had enough and when Michael brought up another interview that he was forced to do to wrap up the end of his tour, you said fine. You told him to do it with one exception. That you had to be there with him either in the interview or behind the scenes.
And being the guy he is, he wanted you right next to him.
So that's how you got in this situation to begin with.
"Okay, we're just about ready, everyone."
You hear someone call from somewhere not too far away. You turn to Michael and grab his hand to give him some type of assurance.
"Don't you worry, I'm going to be here the entire time."
He looks at you in admiration not just for being here but for the strength you had to have to ensure no one would even attempt to play in your face, sadly as much as others chose to do to him.
"And that's all I want you to do, I won't let anyone be disrespectful, especially with me here. Your tour is over, you're not obligated to do anything more."
He nods his head as he smiles at you. The grip of his hand tightens around you.
You both turn to look at the beady-eyed interviewer in front of you.
"Welcome everyone to 'Let's Review,' we are here with the world's most adored couple of our generation."
As you're both being introduced, you prepare for the start of the questioning.
"Michael, I just want to start by saying what a wonderful tour you just had. How are you feeling?"
"Thank you, I'm feeling alright. I don't like to tour much but I always put my fans first so I'm happy to give my all for them"
You turn to look at him as he speaks passionately about his love of his fans. It's one of the things you admire so much about Michael. The love he has for others and his fans holds so much of his heart that you can't help but love his fans as well.
"Why don't you like to tour?"
You turn back to the interviewer hoping you weren't hearing anything passive aggressive.
"It can be a lot moving from one place to another so abruptly with little sleep but I do it anyways for my wonderful fans that support me. I—"
"Michael, would you say your relationship with your fans is unhealthy?"
You eye twitches as he interrupts.
"Um no, I love them and they love me. I do everything for them just as they do the same. They use their money and time to consistently support me. There are fans who been following my career since I was just a child. They mean so much to me and I want to show them that."
There's a beat of silence that follows that leaves Michael shifting in his chair and looking at you. You're to busy looking at the interviewer to notice his glance.
"Next question," you say, cutting the silence.
"Right, I would like to actually ask about your guys' relationship. People are wondering how you guys do it. The constant distance, the lack of privacy. Are you guys intimate enough to keep your relationship strong and going?"
Michael stares at the interviewer in shock, his eyes no longer hiding how uncomfortable he is. He looks at you again and this time your eyes are already looking at him. Your eyes let him know that there is no stopping you now.
He looks back in front of him as he sighs, shaking his head without trying to laugh.
"Why exactly are you asking? Are you trying to be a third?" you reply, shocking everyone around you, though you can't stop now. You're just starting.
You continue, "because if that's the case then I'm afraid to say for you but we're not interested, cuck or not."
The interviewer's eyes look ready to pop out of his head in embarrassment and shock, not expecting you to have responded in such a manner.
Michael is shaking in his seat next to you, his other hand covering his face in an attempt to hide his laughter.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson, I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, you just meant to make us uncomfortable, right?"
As you stare him down, the room suddenly doesn't feel as crowded, as if you're lost in your annoyance.
"Come on, baby, let's see what he has to say now."
Michael whispers something only meant for you to hear, but the mic on his shirt captures the words anyway, letting everyone hear the amusement in his voice.
The shame of being called out live on TV left the interviewer to reel in the invasive questions and continue the interview respectfully, well, with a hint of a broken ego.
As the interview comes to a close and the mics are being taken, Michael helps you stand up and hugs your waist.
"That was amazing," he whispers near in your ear, swaying your bodies side to side.
"It was nothing." you smile, looking up at him.
You gaze at each other, glad that all of this is over. You grin as you start to guide him away from the seats.
He looks down at you, biting his lip, letting you guide him.
He was ready to show you just how amazing you were today.
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