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They DEFINITELY planned on bagging the MJ twins omfg

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Tapes

Michael/ Lisa x daughter! Reader

Summary: You and the interviewer watch old tapes and one you never watched before.

A stack of worn VHS tapes sat on the coffee table, each one labeled in messy handwriting.

[Name] First Steps

[Name's ] Birthday.

Our Little Star.

Family Christmas.

The interviewer smiled at you as the camera focused. “So, [Name],” she said gently, “you’ve spent years hearing stories about your childhood. Tonight, you’re watching the home videos for the first time in a long time.” You laughed softly. “I know I’m a little scared,” you admitted. “My parents loved recording everything.” The interviewer smiled. “Your dad especially?” You grinned.

“Oh, definitely he always had a camera he’d say, ‘One day, you’re going to want to see these moments." The first tape began playing.

The screen flickered, revealing a tiny version of you sitting on the floor surrounded by toys. Your little curls were messy, and you were wearing an oversized shirt while trying to stack blocks.

Behind the camera, your father’s familiar laugh could be heard. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he said. “Are you building something?” Little you looked up proudly. “A castle!” “A castle?” he repeated. “For who?”

“For Mommy and Daddy.”

The interviewer watched your expression as the clip played. You covered your mouth, laughing. “I don’t even remember saying that.” The video continued.

Your dad moved closer with the camera. “Can I see the castle, princess?” Little you shook your head. “No, Daddy It’s a surprise.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered dramatically. “I forgot a secret castle.” From somewhere behind the camera, your mother laughed.

“She gets that stubborn streak from you.” Your father gasped. “Me?” “Yes, you.” Little you looked toward your mom’s voice. “Mommy!” Your mother walked into the frame and picked you up. “There’s my baby girl.” You wrapped your arms around her. “Mommy, Daddy said I’m a princess.” Your mother smiled. “Well, Daddy’s right.”

You paused the video. The interviewer noticed your eyes watering. “That moment still affects you?” You nodded. “Yeah they always made me feel loved like I was the most important person in the world.”

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The next tape was labeled [Name's] First Interview.

You laughed before it even started. “Oh no.”

The video showed you sitting in a tiny chair, holding a microphone that was almost bigger than your hand. Your father sat beside you. “Okay, sweetheart,” he said. “Are you ready?” You nodded seriously. “Yes.”

“What is your name?” You looked at the camera. “[Name].” “And what are you?” You thought for a moment. “Daddy’s baby.” Your father smiled. “And Mommy’s?” You nodded. “Mommy’s baby too.”

The interviewer laughed. “Did you always call yourself their baby?” You smiled. “I still do sometimes.”

The next clip showed you running through the house. “Daddy! Daddy!” Your father turned around. “Yes, love?” “I drew you a picture!”

He crouched down. “For me?” “Yes.” “What is it?” “A picture of us.” The camera moved closer to the drawing. It was three stick figures holding hands. Your father pointed. “Who is this?” “That’s Mommy.”

“This one?” “That’s Daddy.” “Who is this?” You smiled proudly. “That’s me.” Your father hugged you. “The best picture I’ve ever seen.”

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Late Night Living Room.

The video was darker, filmed when you were supposed to be asleep. Your mother sat on the couch while you curled up beside her wearing pajamas. “Why aren’t you sleeping, baby?” she asked. You whispered “I wanted to spend time with you.” Your mother brushed your hair back.

“You know you can always spend time with me.” “Even when I’m big?” your mom smiled. “Especially when you’re big.” You smiled.

The interviewer looked back at you. “That’s something you carried with you?” You nodded. “My parents were busy people, but they always made time for me. They made sure I knew I wasn’t just their daughter. I was their little person.”

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Final tape: For [Name]

You stared at it. “I’ve never watched this one.” The interviewer pressed play.

The screen showed your parents sitting together, speaking directly to the camera. Your father smiled first. “Hi, sweetheart.” Your mother waved. “Hi, baby.”

You smiled. “They recorded this for me?” The video continued.

“If you’re watching this,” your father said, “it means you’re older now.” Your mother nodded. “We hope you know something.” Your father looked into the camera. “You have always been loved.” Your mother smiled softly. “From your first steps, your first words, every laugh, every question” “You were our greatest gift,” your father added.

The video ended, nobody spoke. You laughed through tears. “They were so dramatic.” The interviewer smiled. “They loved you.” You nodded. “They did.” You looked at the pile of tapes. “I think that’s what these videos show not anything else. Just two parents who loved their daughter.” You picked up the first tape. “Apparently a daughter who was very spoiled.” The interviewer laughed.

“Were you?” You smiled. “My dad called me ‘little princess.’ My mom called me ‘baby girl.’ I had no chance.” You looked back at the screen, where the frozen image of your younger self smiled. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” The camera slowly zoomed out as you held the old tapes close.