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Michael x daughter! Reader

Summary: Fans put clips of home videos of reader and prince, Paris Bigi and some cousins growing up and having cute moments.

Growing Up Jackson: Rare Home Videos of [Name], Prince, Paris, Bigi & the Jackson Cousins

The video opened with shaky camcorder footage, the date flashing in the corner.

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July 2003

Michael's voice came from behind the camera. "[Name], where's Daddy?" Two year old [Name] looked around the room with exaggerated concentration, checking behind the couch, under the coffee table, and even lifting the corner of a blanket. "Gone." Michael laughed. "Really? Gone?" She turned toward the camera, pretending to gasp. "There you are!"

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The next clip showed Prince, around six years old, kneeling on the front porch while patiently tying [Name's] tiny pink sneakers.

"There," he said proudly. "Now don't touch them." "I can do it." She immediately untied both shoes. Prince sighed "[Name]..." "I'm practicing." Five minutes later, both shoelaces had somehow become one enormous knot connecting the two shoes together. Prince quietly pulled them back into his lap. "I'll fix it."

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Another clip showed Paris sitting on the bathroom counter with a hairbrush while [Name] stood between her knees.

"Hold still." "I am." "You moved." "I blinked." "You blinked your whole head." Michael laughed behind the camera. Paris concentrated as she attempted a braid. When she finished, one side stuck straight out while the other disappeared somewhere behind [Name's] ear. [Name] looked into the mirror. "It's beautiful." Paris beamed proudly.

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Everyone was gathered around the kitchen island making cookies, flour covered every inch of the counters.

Prince carefully measured ingredients. Paris stirred the bowl, Jaafar snuck chocolate chips into his mouth every few seconds, Randy kept pretending to "accidentally" bump people with his elbow. Michael looked around the disaster. "Who made this mess?" Every child pointed at someone else. "Him." "Her." "Jaafar." "Prince." "[Name]" Jermajesty quietly whispered, "...Me." Michael burst into laughter. "I appreciate the honesty."

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One home video showed Disneyland.

[Name] refused to let go of Prince's hand the entire day. A cast member smiled. "Who's your best friend?" Without even thinking, she answered, "My brother." Prince looked down, trying very hard not to smile. Behind them, Jaafar and Randy were arguing over who got to hold the park map. "I was holding it first!" "No you weren't!" Michael zoomed the camera toward them. "Boys..." Both smiled innocently.

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The next clip showed everyone putting on a talent show in the living room.

Prince played a short song on the keyboard, everyone clapped. Paris sang part of a Disney song. More applause. Jaafar attempted breakdancing before slipping on the hardwood floor. Even louder applause. Then little [Name] confidently walked into the middle of the room. Michael asked, "what's your talent?" "I tell jokes." "Go ahead." She stood silently for several seconds. "...Banana." Complete silence. Then Michael laughed so hard the camera shook. "That is the funniest banana I've ever heard." The room dissolved into giggles.

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Next clip showed a rainy afternoon.

Every couch cushion and blanket in the house had been turned into one enormous blanket fort. Inside sat Prince, Paris, [Name], Jaafar, Randy, Jermajesty, and a few more cousins, all squeezed together with flashlights and snacks. Michael crawled toward the entrance. "Can Daddy come in?" Prince crossed his arms. "Password." Michael thought dramatically. "...Love?" Paris nodded seriously. "Correct." Jaafar whispered, "He almost didn't get it."

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One of the sweetest clips came from a pool day.

[Name] stood nervously at the edge of the water. "I don't wanna jump." Prince climbed back out. "I'll catch you." "You promise?" "I promise." She finally jumped. The force knocked both of them underwater. When they resurfaced, Prince was laughing harder than anyone. "I caught you!" "Barely!"

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The final clip was quieter.

Episode - 1: Family Game Night

jobe bellingham x black!jackson!reader

tw|| an american writing a brit, brand new football fan idk how this shit work frfr, mike is dramatic and can’t handle an empty nest, implied favoritism, sibling antics, paris is big sister general, jobe third wheeling and hating it, jude is an annoying older brother and weaponizes it, jobe has a stupid moment, ashlyn is in this, faceclaim will be scarcely used but it’s thecaribbeanchixa on insta

hiiii!!! y’all already know to thank @multifandomposts-blog for the banner first!!! anyways i got hit with crazy ass inspiration when planning a trip for next summer and then seeing jude was at disney! the more popular jude gets the more weird people are being towards jobe and ion like that so while the thought was originally for jude it became even more beautiful when i tweaked it to fit for jobe hehehe😈

platonic!jackson family x jackson!reader word count: 1,920 summary: when you feel like your cousins are out growing you, your feelings of nostalgia come to bite you back note: taking a small break from 'please don't wake me now' because i have severe writer's block for it includes mentions of panic attacks, mental health and insinuates self-loathing taglist: @58applestall, @7viiseven, @lanibuggg, @wonin1nie, @strawberrychita, @sunnybunny07, @moonwalker4you, @dear-momo

This fic by no means intends to shed light on the personal lives of the Jackson family, this is entirely fictionalised.

The Jackson family was all anyone could talk about, Jaafar's face was plastered across the Sunset strip, wearing the same bejewelled glove that his uncle adorned. Each ride downtown LA, Y/N giggled at the sight of her cousin. Their family group chat had been the most active in years, endless memes, screenshots of absurd tweets and TikTok links to fan edits have created endless content that have become inside jokes amongst the younger generation.

Living both rich in life and family, Y/N hadn't had much trouble growing up amongst her cousins at Hayvenhurst and across multiple houses on the West coast. Her mother, Janet Jackson, was often times on tour or at her Las Vegas residency, which allowed Y/N to be fully embraced amongst the Hayvenhurst household. She had such fond memories of the house; her and her cousins crowded around the television screen shoving each other over who will play next for Wii sports, Bigi regularly claiming his Player 1 spot and forcing everyone to verse him in swordfighting - as it was the only mode that he was good at, since he would flail his arms around till the other was flung off the platform. Whilst Jermajesty would rage quit after having the remote slip out of his hands from bowling (since he refused to strap the remote tightly onto his wrist). Sometimes, whilst the boys continued to take the piss out of each other, Paris and Y/N would regularly find themselves scrolling through the latest online dress up games or writing up their own cringe Monster High original characters. Which would end in the boys interrupting their creative bubble and a house wide chase would commence.

Small memories, fond memories that Y/N treasured with her whole heart. Slowly pulling up to the driveway, she couldn't help but notice the crowds of similar Fords and SUVs that littered the gravel. Hayvenhurst hadn't changed in years, when she heard that the family agreed to film the biopic at their childhood home, a strange funny feeling took over.

Gone were the days of childish squeems and begging for sleepovers, promising to be good and to finish homework before bedtime. Gone were the days of walking into the kitchen to see fresh chicken enchiladas made for dinner, leading to chaos over who gets the biggest piece. Gone were the days of the little cousins who fell asleep on the big couch whilst a Cars 2 played in the background.

As she walked through the main door and stepped back into her childhood world, there it was. That same funny feeling.

'Y/N!' an echoing call from down the hallway drew her attention. There was Prince, now aged with a well trimmed beard and a fresh haircut, he had grown far taller than she had remembered. He enveloped her in a tight hug. 'Missed ya Peanut.'

'Missed you too cuz,' she patted his back in response, smiling at the old nickname that she never lived down. 'Where's everyone else?'

'Out back, setting up. C'mon let's get you a drink.'

It was like that one hot summer evening in 2011, where during Jaafar's 15th birthday, Y/N was experiencing her own teenage angst at the peak of her summer break. She was refusing to talk to anyone and had perched herself in a corner, much to her mother's disapproval. Only Prince felt comfortable enough to join her, bringing her a cup of fruit punch.

'What's got you so down?'

'Nothing,' she grumbled, eyes laser focused at her black chunky shoes. 'Summer sucks.'

'Ah, you're just being dramatic.' He sat beside her and nudged her to watch the party from afar. 'Summer's got its perks, look how happy they are, all boozed up dancing like it's their party.' Prince was pointing at the crowd of adults, their uncles and aunties dancing and yapping like it was the 80s again. Whilst the rest of the kids were sat round one table, nibbling on their slices of cake.

It was a funny sight, her uncle Marlon had started a dance battle between her uncle Tito and the two were belly rolling and shaking ass like twinks in a club. Beside them her auntie La Toya stiffly shimmed to the music, whilst her mother laughed boisterously beside their grandmother.

'Sit with us, it's a way better view than here.' And just like that, amongst the rest of her cousins, they had a blast at their table of fiends. Scheming and plotting on pranks for their parents, preparing detailed reenactments of how to steal plates of food before anyone else noticed, and outlining their thorough, final plan to take over the main theatre room with boundless snacks snuck out of the party, whilst the adults had their backs turned. It was a night of pure, innocent fun, in their family home.

So it was strange to walk into their kitchen with camera crew. Y/N knew what she was getting into, but it was odd. She couldn't describe the feeling she had in the pitt of her stomach.

The crew around the kitchen island gawked and gasped at her entrance, some approaching her with such confidence despite them having never met her. Some reached out their hands together, to hug or shake hands, she could only politely accept. Where once her and Bigi would eat ice cream sundaes together, or where Jermajesty would try to make slime with her - now crowds of the same kinds of faces she tried to avoid were there.

Prince had convinced her to agree to a family interview at the height of Jaafar's new found success - it wasn't just her of course, the rest of her cousins were there in support of him. Unlike Paris and her mother, she lacked in her individual sense of morality. She supported her family, adored her uncle Michael's legacy and wished to see it celebrated once again. Even if she knew who would end up with the most amount of money at the end of the day.

But she couldn't help but look past the whole thing, and see her cousin who she admired so gravely. Jaafar, who had put his blood, sweat and tears into becoming their uncle. She wanted to be beside him, not the Jaafar that was plastered across the Sunset strip, but the playful teen who always made her laugh despite her protests.

As the crew pampered over her and mic'd her up, Bigi had grabbed her hand and gave it a tight squeeze, as if to say 'It'll be okay', with the same doe-like eyes that always showed her kindness. He had grown far taller than her, just like his brother, and had matured into a kindred spirit. That same feeling arose again.

Three. Two. One. CLACK.

The clapperboard almost snapped her nose off from how close it was to her face. Hot fluorescent lights were angled from the same counter she used to climb on top of to reach the top shelf where her grandmother used to hide the jawbreakers, because by age 9 she had become so addicted to them her teeth were rotting at an alarming rate.

One by one, her cousins introduced themselves, until it reached to her. She stumbled on her words, barely making her name audible.

'Sorry dear, can you say that again but with less mumbling?' the interviewer asked. She complied and coughed out her name. The questions that followed were as planned in emails prior, thankfully the topics that their family adamantly barred out weren't discussed and the interview remained amicable, despite these outsiders sitting in the same armchair that her grandfather used to occupy.

'So, any plans for you guys now that both Jaafar and Paris' careers have surged?'

The night before, Paris and Y/N had a 5 hour long facetime during their respective dinners, talking aimlessly about the past, future plans and of course the interview of today. Her cousin was far from the distant family member the press painted her to be, whilst private, she still loved and cared deeply for her family. Y/N was Paris' biggest cheerleader for album back in 2020 and her new upcoming tour. But everytime the talks about her setting off on the road approached, the same strange feeling came back.

Randy spoke about his works in directing and producing, Bigi on his upcoming short film in the works and Jermajesty on finding his own footing. Y/N sat blankly once the focus came to her.

That same endless pit inside her stomach had risen to her chest, it felt as if her lungs were expanding so far that her ribcage was shattering with each breath. Her fingertips were slowly getting numb and each time the interviewer called out to her, her vision blurred from tears. She couldn't breathe, all she could hear was the sound of her beating heart crashing against her body. She couldn't feel the arms of her cousins beside her, how they lifted her slowly and moved her to the office into a plush chair. Everything was moving so fast. No one could keep up. Nothing, was slowing down. It was spinning. Unreachable. That strange feeling. It had grown a mind of its own. Opened a creek no one could escape from. Her heart was shattering. Her mind was splitting. Her breaths were dying.

It took almost an hour to calm Y/N down from her panic attack. Prince sat beside her, rubbing her hunched back gently. Jermajesty and Randy had already maneuvered the filming crew out of the house, apologising for the scene and amicably got them to reschedule the interview another time. Thank goodness for the heavy mahogany doors, Y/N felt she would've died from embarrassment had these big TV people heard her break.

'Peanut...you okay to talk?' Bigi rubbed his thumb over hers as she shuffled on the leather chair.

'I just...It feels so fast. It felt like yesterday we were playing here as kids. I was, fine at the premiere, it didn't feel as real.' she rubbed her arms quickly, a childhood habit she developed from regularly feeling unclean from her thoughts.

'Maybe I just didn't realise, that you guys grew up. Paris is about to leave, you guys are already working on the next movie, Jaafar's never free to talk. Not to mention Mom's back to touring across the world. I can't get this dumb feeling out of me, like I'm slipping far away from you guys. Like I can't reach you anymore.' Despite having cried her eyes out, one last tiny drop escaped the corner of her eye.

'I miss it. I miss how easy it was. I miss all of us together, not for some premiere or interview. I miss all of us having fun. I want to go back.' Her voice was coarse from the past hour of wailing and suffocating breaths.

The two boys, now men, enveloped her in the tightest hug known imaginable. Fully embracing her till she stopped shaking, anchoring her till she was serene.

Jackson Siblings Oldest to Youngest: Maureen “Rebbie”, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Marlon (twin brother Brandon that died at birth), Michael, Randy, Janet

Jackson Children List:

1. Maureen “Rebbie” Children-

Austin Brown, Stacey Brown, Yashi Brown

2. Jackies Children-

Brandi Jackson, Sigmund Esco Jackson Jr

3. Tito’s Children-

TJ Jackson, Taj Jackson, Taryll Jackson, Tariana Katherine Jackson

4. Jermaines Children-

Jaafar Jackson, Jermajesty Jackson, Jermaine Jackson Jr., Autumn Jackson, Jourdynn Michael Jackson, Donte Randall Jackson, Jaimy Jackson, Jeremy Maldonado Jackson, Dawn Jackson

5. Marlon’s children-

Valencia Jackson, Marlon David Jackson Jr., Brittany Shauntee Jackson

6. Michael’s children-

Prince Jackson, Paris Jackson, Bigi Jackson

7. Randy’s children-

Genevieve Katherine Jackson, Steven Randall Jackson Jr., Stevanna Jackson

8. Janet’s child-

Eissa Al Mana

Jackson Family Birthdays/ Death Anniversaries

January

1. Eissa Al Mana (January 3)

2. Jourdynn Michael Jackson (January 5)

3. Jermaine Jackson Jr. (January 27)

February

1. Brandi Jackson (February 6)

2. Prince Jackson (February 13)

3. Bigi Jackson (February 21)

March

1. Tariana Katherine Jackson (March 4)

2. Dawn Jackson (March 6)

3. Marlon Jackson (March 12)

4. Jaimy Jackson (March 17)

April

1. Paris Jackson (April 13)

2. Brittany Shauntee Jackson (April 15)

May

1. Katherine Jackson/Jackie Jackson (May 4)

2. Stacee Brown (May 5)

3. Janet Jackson (May 16)

4. Maureen “Rebbie” Jackson/ La Toya Jackson (May 29)

June

1. Donte Randall Jackson (June 13)

2. Stevanna Jackson (June 17)

3. Michael’s death anniversary (June 25)

4. Sigmund Esco Jackson Jr. (June 29)

July

1. Autumn Jackson (July 10)

2. TJ Jackson (July 16)

3. Jaafar Jackson (July 25)

August

1. Taj Jackson (August 4)

2. Taryll Jackson (August 8)

3. Michael Jackson (August 29)

September

1. Tito’s death anniversary

(September 15)

2. Marlon David Jackson Jr

(September 23)

October

1. Steven Randall Jackson Jr.

(October 2)

2. Yashi Brown (October 5)

3. Jermajesty Jackson (October 7)

4. Tito Jackson (October 15)

5. Randy Jackson (October 29)

November

1. Austin Brown (November 22)

December

1. Genevieve Katherine Jackson

(December 3)

2. Jermaine Jackson (December 11)

3. Valencia Jackson (December 18)

4. Jeremy Maldonado Jackson