hello..... im the weirdo with weird request/blurb… so we know Jermain had a baby at 67 (HAAHH SSIIIIXX SEEEVEEN), maybe you can make a cracky blrub or text how the kids reacted, or how jermajesty came back whining that there is going to be another whiny thing like nugget, and nugget is just confused how the hell father is gonna have another child when he's so old and leave HER behind as his youngest favourit baby. step(kinda sort of they are i think???) kids can be included too, but only if you feel like it, because i can imagine randy jr just side with jerthing and cry whine with him while Genevieve is so done with this multiplying family
"You're a senior citizen"
Jermajesty knew something was wrong the moment your father called everyone into the living room at ten on a Saturday morning. Family meetings were never good, especially the spontaneous ones at your father's house.
Jaafar was pretending to pay attention as he scrolled through his phone. Genevieve, who'd come over for the weekend, scratched absentmindedly at her head, already getting impatient because she was hungry. Randy Jr. was sprawled across the couch, waiting for whatever this mysterious family meeting was about, as you wandered in with a bowl of cereal in hand. You'd been too hungry to wait, so you figured a little snack couldn't hurt.
The fact that your period was coming definitely wasn't helping either. You were absolutely starving, and that bowl of cereal was the only thing keeping you from picking a fight with your twin.
"I have some news," your dad said with a smile. "Mady's pregnant. You're all going to have another sibling!"
You froze mid-chew.
The room fell completely silent. Jermajesty stared at your dad, blinking once.
"Dad." He paused, staring at him in disbelief. "You're sixty-seven." Your dad nodded calmly. "I am." Jermajesty's eyes went wide. "SIXTY-SEVEN!" He looked like he was on the verge of fainting. "You're a senior citizen!"
"I know." He rolled his eyes. "And I'm barely a senior citizen, boy."
"AND YOU'RE HAVING ANOTHER BABY?" He looked around the room, trying to find someone to back him up. "DOES NOBODY ELSE THINK THIS IS INSANE?"
"I mean, when you say it out loud..." Jaafar shrugged, already trying not to laugh. "Oh, brother." Genevieve dropped her face into her hand. "it's like seeing Randy all over again losing it over mom being pregnant with Jaafar."
"You already have enough children, that you know of! And we already have one whiny little thing running around!"Jermajesty pointed accusingly at your father before turning and pointing directly at you.
"Excuse me?" You looked up from your cereal, clearly offended.
"You heard me."
Before you could argue back, you suddenly frowned.
"Wait." Everyone looked at you. "How are you having another baby?"
"What?" Your dad looked at you. "I know how babies happen, Jermaine," you clarified, looking at your dad dead in the eye. "I mean... you're sixty-seven."
"Nugget." Genevieve tried not to laugh.
"No, because I thought I was the baby!"
"You still are."
"I'M LITERALLY NOT." Your eyes immediately started watering, the hormones getting the better of you. Jermajesty instantly nodded, as if his point had been proven. "See? She's devastated." He pointed at you before moving over to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders in a comforting hug.
"I've been replaced!" You quickly set your bowl down before covering your face, trying to hide the sudden wave of emotions taking over. Jermajesty immediately stopped, his dramatic expression dropping as he noticed your tears.
"Oh." He blinked, caught completely off guard. "Wait, you're actually upset?" The teasing tone vanished from his voice as he moved closer, suddenly unsure what to do.
"Hormones."
"Makes sense."
"I'd also like to complain." Randy Jr. walked over to stand beside the two of you before raising his hand. "What are you complaining about?" Genevieve asked. "I don't know, he upset Nugget and she gets revengeful when she's hormonal."
"The youngest division stands united." Jermajesty threw an arm around Jaafar, keeping the other around your shoulders, making Jaafar snort. "Give it a few years."
Everyone looked at him.
"Guess who's getting asked to babysit." your dad smiled.
The three of you turned to look at your father at the exact same time.
"Absolutely not."
"Ask Uncle Michael," you said, picking up your spoon again and returning to your cereal before it became soggy. "Absolutely not. He's the reason you're like that." Your dad waved a finger at you, shaking his head.
featuring: jamal musiala x gf!reader ft. the jackson family.
summary: jamal is finally introduced to the whole family.
contents: reader being stressed, the jacksons being menaces, jamal being a cutie.
author's note: holy crossover. lmk if y'all like it. to the new people that will read this, if you want to check out the nugget series, click here.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. Your mom had kindly informed you that it wasn't just your half-Colombian side of the family coming over for dinner—it was the entire Jackson clan.
You and Jamal were in his hotel room, getting ready together, when he noticed the sudden look of worry on your face.
"Schatz, what's wrong?" he asked, spraying on some cologne. "My mom just texted me that the whole family is coming over. I swear, I didn't know. We can cancel if you want," you said with a nervous laugh, fidgeting with your hands.
Jamal shook his head and gently took your hands in his, stopping your nervous fidgeting.
"It's fine, I promise." He leaned down to kiss your nose. "Besides, I was going to have to meet them all eventually, so why not today, huh?" he joked, earning a laugh from you.
"Okay, okay," you sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Let's go."
What should have been a ten minute drive turned into nearly twenty, thanks to your nerves. Jamal kept your hand in his the entire way, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb in an attempt to calm you as the two of you made your way to your family's house.
"Unbelievable," you muttered, staring at the number of cars parked outside the house. "Everyone and their mother actually showed up—and on time."
That earned a laugh from Jamal.
Before you even had the chance to ring the doorbell, the front door flew open.
"Jermajesty," you greeted your twin brother with a forced smile, shooting him a look that clearly said, What the fuck?
"Happy Meal!" he said with a smile, pulling you into a side hug and kissing your forehead before letting you go. He then turned to your boyfriend, greeting him with a bro hug and a pat on the back.
"Jamal, bro, welcome. Nice to see you again." Jamal returned the gesture, patting his back. "Nice to see you too, man. I brought what I promised you."
Oh yeah, Jermajesty ended up coming with you to pick Jamal up from the airport after all. And after his so-called interrogation—which consisted of three questions—they somehow became best friends. Apparently.
"I love this guy," Jermajesty said, pointing at Jamal as he looked back at you. "Come in! Everyone and their mom is here."
Jamal laughed as he stepped inside. "You really are twins, huh?" he teased, making you roll your eyes. "But he's the ugly one," you shot back.
You let go of Jamal's hand as you grabbed your phone, then handed Jermajesty your bag.
"You made it!" your mom said as she walked out of the kitchen. "Jamal, honey, it's so nice to see you again." She smiled, pulling him into a hug. "Likewise, ma'am."
"Oh, please, call me Alejandra." She smiled again. "Can I call you Alejandra too?" you asked with a smile, earning a glare. "Tough crowd."
Your mom led the two of you to the table. The entire room fell silent the moment everyone saw you and Jamal walk in.
"Everyone, um..." you began, pointing toward Jamal. "This is my boyfriend, Jamal. Jamal, this is everyone." Jamal gave them a small wave before going around the table, shaking everyone's hands and sharing a few ‘nice to meet yous.'
You let out a sigh of relief when you saw your uncle Michael walk over to Jamal and pull him into a tight hug. Your other uncles followed, briefly chatting with Jamal before your dad did the same.
"Damn, bro, breathe," Jermajesty said. "Leave her alone, she's nervous," Jaafar said with a laugh. "How about I beat—" Randy Jr. cut you off. "Too early for this shit."
After what felt like hours—though it was really only ten minutes—your uncles finally let your boyfriend sit down.
Dinner was served, and everyone started asking him questions, making you nervous. After a while, your aunt Janet noticed the look of horror in your eyes and subtly changed the subject.
Soon, they were talking about the World Cup and how sorry they were that Germany had been eliminated so early. Jamal thanked them and started sharing some funny stories, turning what had been a sour experience into a good one.
You couldn't help but stare. Apparently, you weren't as subtle as you thought. Your aunt Rebbie gave you a knowing look, and your aunt La Toya, who was coming back from the kitchen with some water, leaned over your shoulder.
"He's handsome and sweet. No one blames you for staring."
That made you blush.
Jamal was so focused on his conversation with your uncle Jackie that he didn't notice the way you were practically fangirling over him.
But your brothers and cousins did.
"So... she was able to find a man who doesn't send her into a gagging fit," Prince whispered to Bigi. "This is peak cinema." Bigi nodded.
Paris kicked you under the table, wiggling her eyebrows the moment you looked at her. You stared back in shock, completely caught off guard that she had actually kicked you.
Randy Jr. was feeling somewhat emotional. He had noticed all the loving glances you and Jamal had been sharing as the night went on. His little sister wasn't so little anymore, and she was in love. The thought alone made him happy.
Genevieve saw the look on your face, the same look she had when she fell in love with her husband. It was the kind of love that didn't need to be announced—it was the kind of love that showed in the little things. The way you smiled when he spoke, the way you leaned into him without thinking, the quiet comfort between the two of you.
Donte was flabbergasted, to say the least. Never in his life had he seen his little demon of a sister so calm and at ease.
Jaafar found himself smiling every time Jamal talked about you or simply looked your way. He noticed the little things too—the way you would reach for each other's hands every now and then, and the way Jamal would look at you like you were the only person in the room.
Jermajesty would never admit it, but everything his brothers were feeling, he felt it twice as much. He didn't notice he was staring until you gave him a look.
"What?"
"What?"
"You're staring." You gave him a suspicious look. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled, quickly looking away.
You noticed the look in his eyes. He didn't look sad, but there was something soft and almost melancholic about his gaze.
"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. "Nothing. I'm just happy for you. You two look really happy. You deserve it."
"Are you going soft on me, Jertwin?" you teased. "In your dreams, Happy Meal."
You leaned toward your twin, making both Randy and Jaafar tense in their seats, expecting the two of you to start arguing—or worse. They both sighed in relief when you instead wrapped your arms around Jermajesty, resting your head on his shoulder.
"I love you too, evil spawn."
During dessert, everyone slowly dispersed. They went back to their own conversations, which was a good sign. It meant they were all comfortable with Jamal's presence. Your heart raced in excitement.
"So..." You glanced over at Jamal. "What exactly did my uncles tell you? Were they nice?"
"They were." He took a bite of the tiramisu you hadn't finished. "They were telling me how they thought you were playing them when you said you were actually talking to a guy willingly. They also mentioned something about gagging fits."
You snorted, and Jamal chuckled.
"Jackie was talking about athletes nowadays. He said he sees me play for Bayern all the time, so he wants my meal plan." He smirked. "Of course, I didn't tell him his niece was part of it."
"Jamal!"
"Marlon was talking about how funny you were, saying you inherited those traits from him. Tito called him a liar, saying you were funny and that he actually copies a lot of your jokes." He laughed. "Randy was proud that he wasn't late this time and gave me the whole 'do not hurt my niece' speech."
"Your uncle Michael, though..." He paused, his expression softening. "He told me you were the most precious thing ever. Told me to treasure your heart like it was my own."
You pouted, feeling overwhelmed. All of your uncles being welcoming toward your boyfriend while still being protective of you in their own ways was hitting you like a train.
"And of course, I told him I would be doing that, if not more." His hand found your cheek, gently caressing it. "Because to me, you are precious. And I'm so in love with you."
Happy tears formed in your eyes, the weight of his words settling over you.
Your dad watched everything from the corner of the room, a small smile slowly forming on his face.
"What about my dad?" you asked, leaning into his touch.
"He told me to take care of you. That you were his little girl, and you always would be." He smiled. "He also offered to teach me how to play bass after I told him I played piano."
Your eyes widened in surprise. Your dad loved him. Never in his life had he offered bass lessons to anyone outside of his children.
You looked over Jamal's shoulder and found your dad watching you. He gave you a soft nod, and you smiled back at him.
"Your brothers are really nice too. I'm going paint balling with them tomorrow."
"Oh, honey, you're so getting beat unless I'm on your team." Your hand found the nape of his neck, gently caressing his soft skin. "We'll see, Liebling."
"What does that mean, Liebling?" Prince asked. "Is that, like, a foreplay thing?"
You looked at him in disbelief, while Jamal threw his head back laughing.
"What is wrong with you, Prince?"
"Dude, I'm just asking," he said, rolling his eyes. "Liebling means treasure. It's a pet name," Jamal explained. "Oh..."
After a while, everyone said their goodbyes.
Before the two of you left, your mom stopped Jamal at the door, a warm smile on her face as she handed him a bag filled with containers of leftovers.
It was such a small gesture, but it carried so much meaning. It wasn't just about the food—it was her own, quiet way of welcoming Jamal into the family, of showing him that he already had a place there.
"Thank you, Ale." He gave her a warm hug. "I'll go start the car."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, grabbed your purse, and headed outside, leaving you with a smile as you watched him go.
"Everyone loved him. We're so happy for you, mi vida." She pulled you into her arms. "Thank you, mamá," you whispered, hugging her in return.
"I will see you tomorrow at the paintball thing. We're all going." She kissed the top of your head before letting you go.
You nodded, said your goodbyes one last time, and headed toward the car.
When you got in, you found Jamal smiling from ear to ear.
"What?" You giggled.
"I love your family."
"They love you too."
"Great. Now you can't break up with me." He playfully patted your thigh like a drum before starting the car.
You never thought you would say this, but you were glad everyone and their mother decided to show up that day.
