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They love their Grandpa Larry. He’s watching them while Jigs in surgery…getting his wisdom teeth removed. Jig didn’t even feel them. Till his dad forced him to go to the dentist since he felt something in his gut wasn’t right….and turns out they were impacted. So! He’s watching his grandbabies while Jigs out. Gordon’s telling loads of embarrassing stories about Jig when he was younger.
OH! And also on J.J and Jesse. What would you say Charlie’s relationship with him is like? As well as the rest of the Kramers/Gordons
(Don’t mind me casually collecting data on future fics with these asks….heh)
Oh goodie, this is a good one! First of all, Charlie loves to play with J.J. and Jesse. They’re always so energetic, and he loves visiting Jig’s house, especially when he gets older. He just adores the dark vibes; it was never a problem for him. If anything, it was normalized thanks to Tiffany’s gothic tendencies.
But of course, he also likes how welcoming the whole Kramer family is. It makes him feel at home, even though he already has a place in everyone’s homes hah! He quickly adjusted to J.J. when he first came around—yes, even whle being a baby at the time. Their favorite games to play (along with the triplets, too!) were cops and robbers, detectives, and hide-and-seek in the dark.
(Ohh how suspicious hehe..)
AH YES IM BACK WITH THE WRITES
Charlie belongs to @sigyn-foxyposts
Oh it certainly has been a minute!
(Ignore the face a beanie magically spawns I added it later on 😭)
SO SINCE @sigyn-foxyposts has spoiled me with that Charlie and Triplet fic! I thought why not have one with his other cousins! One is angsty and the other is wholesome…. YOURE getting the wholesome today.
A quick set of thumps tapped in the Kramers door, eager, lacking any malice booms Jig had grown accustomed to in the neighborhood. It was Charlie. A bright smile plastered across his face as he rocked up and down on his heels, waiting for someone to answer.
His different colored eyes lighting once he saw the twist of the door knob only to find a face he wasn’t quite expecting. Lawrence Gordon. His glasses sliding down just slightly off his nose, blonde faded hair that glimmered with silver, and a joyful smile that greeted him.
“Oh hello Charlie!” He waved, stepping full into view, his prosthetic leg giving a faint creak as he adjusted himself to a more comfortable stance.
“Hi Gordon” Charlie returned the wave, “nice seeing you. Where’s uncle Jig? Today was when my cousins and I were supposed to have a hang out” he asked, tilting his head slightly, pulling his right hand to his eyes to shield them from the beam of light that shone down on him.
“OH! That was today! I’m sorry Jigs actually went to the dentist. He’s getting his wisdom teeth taken out” he added pointing to the backend of his jaw.
Charlie blinked up his expression contorting to a look of worry, “Oh is he okay!? I-I could come back another time”
Gordon gave a gentle wave of his hand, stepping aside giving the boy enough room to enter, “Yeah he’s gonna be fine and nonsense! Come on. Plus it’d be pretty mess up if me if I let you go all the way back home on an empty stomach”
Charlie grinned, nodding at Gordon before stepping inside, feeling the cool breeze caress his face, breathe in his hair, and flick at his cheeks.
“Arlie!” Jesse waved looking up from the table, scooting out of her chair, dashing toward him, pulling his slender frame into her grasp. Which was only tightened by another set of arms around him that belonged to J.J. his beanie tipping at the slight impact before he adjusted it.
Charlie let out a soft oof as the two of them collided into him, their energy nearly knocking him a step back before he steadied himself with a laugh.
“Okay okay! I missed you guys too,” he grinned, his voice slightly muffled between Jesse’s shoulder and J.J.’s beanie brushing his cheek.
Jesse pulled back just enough to look at him, her hands still gripping his arms like she needed to make sure he was actually there. “You’re late,” she accused, though the smile still tugged at her lips.
“Not late, I’m on time. There’s a difference” he corrected, raising his index finger slightly. A gesture J.J couldn’t help but mimic and wiggle in his cousin’s face. Charlie playfully flicked the digit away, elbowing his cousin in his ribs.
“So when’s uncle Jig coming back?” He asked, tilting his head slightly toward Gordon who was still at the door.
Gordon who hobbled over, his prosthetic clinking as it tapped the floor. He let out a slight grin, “Soon actually. Diana went to get him and they should be back soon”
“Ohhh I see” Charlie nodded, leaning slightly against J.J. “I thought Uncle Jig couldn’t feel pain. How’d you figure out he needed his wisdom teeth needed to be removed”
Gordon smiled down at the boy, “Dad intuition”
Charlie chuckled, giving him a quick thumbs up, “Got it”
Jesse tapped Charlie motioning him to follow the two of them upstairs. Jesse and J.J sitting on the bed while Charlie sat himself on Jesse’s chair, lightly rocking back and forth.
“Hey guys! So how ya been?” He asked, his eyes lighting up.
“Good! Just waiting on dad” J.J answered, pushing himself up toward Charlie, lightly clapping him on the shoulder. “And good news! Kinah finally noticed me”
“J.J she literally told you that she hates her name. Don’t think that counts as noticed” Jesse responded folding her arms.
J.J shot her a glare soon followed by an eye roll as he walked closer to Charlie, “No! You walked away after that! You didn’t hear that she said after”
Charlie looked over at his cousin, “Why does she even hate her name? She’s always nice to me at school she never really gave any indicator that she hated it”
J.J now looking fully at Charlie sighed, “Turns out her name means sorrow and song of grief. Her mom made sure she knew that it was, what it mean”
Charlie’s expression saddened just a bit at the words, “Why? That’s…that’s harsh”
“Her dad died when he was driving her mom the the hospital to have her” J.J explained his eyes fixed in the ground, his foot drawing little circles in the carpet to keep his eyes on, “guess she took it out on Kinah”
Charlie leaned back in the chair, the gentle rocking slowing to a stop. “That’s…really not fair,” he said quietly. “None of that is her fault.”
J.J. shrugged, “Yeah. I know. I just wish she knew that it wasn’t…And not everyone knows what it means and I think that her name’s beautiful.”
Charlie turned his head to the side, “Did you tell her that?”
J.J shook his head, “She left before I could. She kinda avoided me for the rest of the day after that”
“…Dude.” Charlie’s eyes narrowed slightly into a squint.
“What?” J.J. frowned, defensive already.
“You finally get a moment with her, and you just let her walk away without saying the one nice thing you were literally thinking?” Charlie said, leaning forward in his chair.
J.J. threw his hands up. “I didn’t let her! She just…left…What was I supposed to do, chase her down the hallway like a maniac?”
Jesse snorted. “Honestly? That might’ve helped.”
“Wow, thanks for the support,” J.J. muttered.
Charlie pushed himself up, giving J.J a light tap on his shoulder, “Well, maybe I could try and talk to her? She’s in my second period and Ms. Pines doesn’t mind if we chat.”
J.J.’s head snapped up so fast his beanie nearly slipped again. “Wait seriously? You’d do that for me?”
Charlie gave a small shrug, like it wasn’t a big deal, even though the soft smile on his face said otherwise. “Yeah. I mean… she already talks to me. And it’s not like I’d make it weird. I’d just, y’know… tell her what you said. That her name’s nice and that you didn’t mean to scare her off.”
J.J. stared at him for a second longer, something hopeful flickering behind his usual relaxed expression. “That’s actually perfect! Just don’t make it seem like I sent you…I don’t wanna scare her off more”
Charlie let out a slight nod, “Trust me I got this. Hey Kinah, just wanted to tell you my cousin J.J likes you like a lot and that is your name’s beautiful”
“CHARLIE” his eyes widened, his cheeks flushing a bright fuchsia.
“AWW LOOK AT HOW RED HE IS!” Jesse pointed to his rosettes
“DO NOT SAY IT LIKE THAT”
Charlie let out a high cackle, “I’m kidding!” he laughed, holding his hands up, grinning from ear to ear as J.J. groaned and dragged a hand down his face.
“Y’all suck.”
“And yet,” Jesse added sweetly, “we’re and by we I mean Charlie, is still your best shot.”
There was a brief pause, not tense, somewhat warm, soothing the anxiety chills.J.J. exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “…Thanks. Seriously.”
Charlie’s expression softened, giving him a small nod. “Yeah. Of course.”
“KIDS! Foods ready” Gordon called from downstairs, his voice echoing through the stairs and bouncing through the hallway.
“YES!” Jesse threw herself from the bed, rushing toward the door, not before taking the opportunity to shove her brother, scurrying toward the stairs. J.J followed in suit, quickly ushering Charlie to follow behind him. The three of them, squishing their bodies through the stairwell, met the eyes of Gordon who’d been setting the last of the three plates of spaghetti on the kitchen table.
Charlie slowed just a bit at the bottom step, taking in the scene. The soft clink of plates, the smell of warm spaghetti filling the air, and Gordon standing there with that same gentle, slightly tired smile.
“Perfect timing,” Gordon said, gesturing toward the table. “Sit, sit…before J.J eats everyone else’s portion.”
“That was ONE time”
“Mhm, sure. Ever heard of the term Gluttoney Johnathan?” Jesse smirked, facing fully at her brother, brows arched highly, and her lips curling upward exposing all her canines that clicked each time she laughed.
He responded with a light shove, pushing her into the side of the table.
Charlie slid into the last chair, his eyes lighting up at the plate in front of him. “Whoa! This looks amazing Uncle Larry”
Gordon gave a small nod, clearly pleased. “Family recipe. Don’t tell anyone, but it’s mostly just me guessing and hoping for the best.”
Charlie laughed, waving a hand toward Gordon as he took a large bite. “So, J.J girl trouble hm?”
The lad, nearly choked on the spaghetti, “Grandpaaaaa”
Gordon huffed to himself, joining the three at the table, “What at your age that’s perfectly normal” he smiled gesturing toward Jesse, “Your sister has that boy..uhh Evan right? That she’s been talking to”
“POP POP” she cringed, reclining further into her chair, inching herself deeper under the table.
“And what about you Charlie? Is there a certain someone in your life?” Gordon asked curiously, pointing his fork toward him.
“Me? Not really.” he smiled with a gentle shrug.
“And there’s nothing wrong with that either, some people like to wait, or they don’t have an interest, just do what makes you happy. That’s what’s important” he smiled, taking another content bite.
“Like dad?” Jesse looked over, “How’s his dating life?”
Gordon's eyes lit at the thought, biting back a grin, “Your dad…isn’t the dating type. Which is perfectly fine.”
Charlie perked up slightly, “HAS he dated anyone?”
Gordon waved the fork around, chewing the remainder of his spaghetti, “I wouldn’t say “dated” but he’s seen people”
“ACTUALLY?” J.J’s jaw dropped, as he pushed his fists into the table.
“Pleaseee do tell” Jesse grinned, leaning forward toward her grandpa.
“You can ask him when he gets home I’m sure he’ll be more…inclined to drop that kind of info” Gordon responded, setting his plate to the side. “I will tell you this your dad and your uncle was…heh…quiet the character when he was younger”
“Mr. No-Nonsense? My uncle Jig!?” Charlie straightened, also setting his plate aside.
“I have the family photo album if you wan–” “YES” Jesse blurted, already out of her chair. “Okay then come along” Gordon stood taking the saucy dishes, setting them in the sink. The three kids curled around Gordon staring down at the family photo album. Gordon carefully opened it, the faint creak of the tan pages breaking the silence. The first picture greeting them was Jig, Diana, and Gordon sitting together on a park bench, Gordon's arms wrapped around his two kids, pulling them close to his shoulders. A wide smile stretched right across his face.
“Aww look at you guys” Jesse pointed toward the three of them.
“Wow look how young you look” Charlie smiled, his different colored eyes falling on the photo. “Yeah wow!”
He smiled, turning the page, the pages revealing a vast assortment of images. One of Jig, hair much fluffier and wild, bowtie nowhere to be found, blazer cast aside and dress shirt somewhat unbuttoned. “The first time he drank something he couldn't handle. I lost sight of him for 2 minutes and when I found him he was in some band and drumming. While your aunt Dianna was flirting with the bartender.”
“THAT’S DAD!?” Jesse squealed, Charlie holding back a gasp drew closer for a better look.
“DANG! DAD REALLY WENT FOR IT” J.J shouted, eyes not leaving the photo.
Gordon pointed to another picture, Jig covered in bright pink glitter, face smeared in cake frosting, eye brows lost in the remnants of cake. “Your dad lost his balance and fell and face planted into Dianna’s cake. She’s the one who took the picture” Goron smiled softly at the memory. Charlie’s laughter softened this time, a small smile replacing it. “They look really happy.” Gordon paused there for just a moment, his thumb resting on the edge of the page.”Yeah they do”
A faint thud caught their attention. All their eyes shifted to the front door, which swung open, revealing Diana attempting to keep her brother steady. Jig, who was holding an icepack to his cheek, tried to focus his vision, eyes dropping still from the anesthesia, and tried to take a step only to be caught by Diana. “WOAH! Easy Jig” she muttered, still trying to hold him upright.
Charlie blinked, then leaned slightly to peek around Gordon.
“…He looks… kinda wobbly.”
“That’s the anesthesia,” Gordon said calmly, already stepping forward with that practiced, gentle steadiness. “Give him a moment.”
Jig squinted into the room, his eyes unfocused before slowly…very slowly…landing on the group. His brows furrowed “… so many children…” he mumbled.
Diana huffed, shifting his arm over her shoulders. “He’s been like this since we left. Deadass tried to argue with a stop sign.”
“I didn’t aaaaapreciate it telling meeee to stwoop…” Jig insisted weakly, pointing somewhere behind him.
Charlie covered his mouth, shoulders shaking. “Oh my gosh…”
Gordon stepped in, gently taking Jig’s other arm. “Alright, come on son. Let’s get you sitting down”
The kids followed like a trail of ducklings, barely containing their laughter as Jig was carefully lowered down. The moment he hit the cushions, he slumped dramatically, the ice pack slipping slightly off his cheek.
“…I feel like… mashed potatoes…”
“Your brain is mashed potatoes right now,” Diana said, crossing her arms but the small smile tugging at her lips gave her away.
Jig blinked slowly… then turned his head toward Charlie.
“Greeatings…Charrrrlie…”
Charlie looked up at his dazed uncle, trying his very best to keep his composure, “Yeah uncle Jig?”
Jig squinted harder. “…There’s… two of you…”
“There’s only one of me,” Charlie said gently, though he was grinning.
“…No…” Jig shook his head slightly. “…One’s… blurrier…” he pointed at nothing in particular, then reaching his hand outward only to quickly pull it back startled at his hand seeping through the second Charlie.
Diana reached over, lowering her brother's arm, which he immediately swung up again. Diana to her credit tried once more to push it down only to be met with the same response. “Jig you cannot be serious”
“Yes” he responded, holding his arm higher making sure she saw.
“Put it down before to slap yourself” Diana sighed.
“Nooopee” he responded, holding his arm even higher.
“On my god.”
“Stwopp trying to touch me” he tried to weakly swat her hand away from him.
“I’m not touching you”
“You’re attemppppting tooo and youuu are tooo close”
“Am not”
“Are too”
“Am not”
“Are too” he answered back rather his arm out slightly feeling her hair at his finger tips.
“DAD” they both responded in unison.
Gordon just looked over, hand over his face, holding in a breath, “Oh my god”
Diana froze for half a second.
Jig, still completely out of it, blinked slowly as his fingers got tangled just slightly in her hair.
“…soft…” he mumbled, like he’d just discovered something life-changing.
The room went silent.
Jesse slapped a hand over her mouth. J.J. choked on absolutely nothing. Charlie just stared, eyes wide, shoulders already starting to shake.
“…Jig.”
“…yeahhhh?” he answered dreamily, still gently patting her hair.
“Why,” she said slowly, very carefully, “are you petting my head.”
Jig squinted, like the question required deep philosophical thought.
“...soft…” he repeated
Diana grabbed Jig’s wrist, gently but firmly pulling his hand away from her hair. “Okay. That’s enough. Hands to yourself.”
“…but it’s soft…” he frowned, genuinely disappointed.
Charlie had to grab onto J.J.’s shoulder to stay upright at this point. “Oh my gosh… Uncle Jig is never living this down…”
Meanwhile, Jig had shifted again, slowly leaning sideways until his head just…plopped onto Gordon’s shoulder.
“…hi dad…”
Gordon sighed, but there was nothing but fondness in it. “Hello, son.”
“…I fought a sign…”
“I heard.”
Jig nodded, satisfied with that answer, closed his eyes wrapping his arm around Gordon's pulling it into a side hug. Diana quickly took a picture and saved it.
“…Did you just take a picture of this?”
Diana didn’t even look up from her phone. “Oh absolutely. This is blackmail material for life.”
Jig shifted slightly, nuzzling just a little closer into Gordon’s shoulder like he was trying to get comfortable.
“…dad…” he whispered
“Yes?” Gordon answered patiently.
“…you’re…warm…here” he answered putting the icepack on Gordon
There was a pause.
Gordon’s expression softened just a fraction, one hand coming up to rest gently on Jig’s shoulder. “You’re on anesthesia, son.”
“…mm……”
Charlie’s smile faded into something quieter, softer. “…he’s kinda sweet like this,” he admitted. “Pretty different from how…stoic he normally is”
There was a small shuffle as Gordon carefully adjusted Jig so he was more comfortable, easing him back against the couch. Jig didn’t protest, just let out a soft sigh, one hand loose but still gripping his dad’s sleeve like he didn’t want him to go far.
“Dad” Jesse whisper getting closer to her father
“Hm?”
“J.J likes a girl”
“JESS” he tugged at his beanie, quickly turning to his dad.
“Advice uncle Jig” Charlie raises his hands, playfully nudging J.J closer.
Jig cracked an eye open, his typically firefly irises a much duller complexion. “Girl?”
“…girl…” he mumbled again, pointing vaguely at J.J. 's direction… then missing completely and pointing at the lamp instead. “…you like lamps…”
“I DO NOT LIKE THE LAMP!” J.J. hissed his cheeks turning a bright booming pink.
Charlie lost it, doubling over, clutching his stomach. Jesse wasn’t any better, half wheezing, half trying to stay quiet.
“Did you ever like any girls”
“Like?....I don’t know…I sawww Emmaaaa Scarrrllllleetttt aaaand Harperrrr”
“Harpers, a cool name” Charlie commented, “Was she nice?”
Jig tilted his head confused, still trying to refocus his eyes, “Harperrr isn’t a girl”
Charlie tilted his head. “Wait—”
Jesse leaned forward immediately, eyes lighting up like she’d just been handed gold. “Hold on! What do you mean Harper isn’t a girl?”
Jig squinted at them, like they were the ones being confusing. Gordon let out a faint chuckle, “I liked Harper he was a nice guy” Gordon let out a soft laugh, gently steadying Jig as he slumped a little further. “He used to come around often. Your dad and him were…close.”
Charlie wiped at his eyes, still laughing at his uncle's wobbly words,“So… you liked him?”
Jig cracked one eye open again, staring at Charlie like the question took immense effort to process.
“…I wishhhhhhh…” he mumbled, shutting his eyes again. Diana sighed sitting beside her brother, “Jig doesn’t really like people like that. Harper felt things Jig didn’t…and it didn’t work out”
“I trieeeddd reallllyyy hard”
Charlie tilted his head, expression thoughtful more than anything. “What do you mean you tried?” he asked gently.
Jig made a faint noise, like his brain was buffering.
“…talkin’…” he slurred. “…bein’ normal… was hard…didn’t feel right”
Gordon huffed out a quiet breath through his nose, not quite a laugh. “You were never very good at ‘normal,’ son.”
“…I know…” Jig frowned before looking back at his son, “…tell… girl…” Jig continued slowly, each word taking visible effort, “…what you think…even if…doesn’t go well”
Charlie nodded, “Yeah he’s right. Even if it doesn’t go the way you wanna at least it’s off your chest and you both can move on”
“Exactly” Gordon agreed, still looking down at his son, gently squeezing his shoulder, “Come on lets get you to bed”
Jig let out a soft, slow sigh as Gordon helped him to his feet, still leaning slightly into his father for support. His eyes fluttered half-shut, the anesthesia haze still tugging at his focus, but there was a quiet satisfaction in the way he leaned against Gordon, like he’d finally found a little peace. The two quietly made their way upstairs out of sight from Diana and the kids.
Charlie, Jesse, and J.J. stayed behind in the living room, still giggling under their breaths at the earlier antics Charlie glanced at J.J., whose cheeks were still a faint rosy pink, and gave him a reassuring nod. “You’ve got this,” he whispered.
Diana walked alongside her dad and Jig, gently adjusting her brother’s blanket once he was settled into bed. “You okay?” she asked softly.
Jig gave a slow, lazy nod. “…mmhm… warm… comfy…” he mumbled, closing his eyes fully, his arm loosely draped over his pillow.
Gordon sat down beside the bed, resting a hand lightly on his son’s shoulder. “…Sleep tight, son,” he said quietly. “Sleep the drugs off.”
…
Monday
Second period rolled around, Charlie had once again been sitting beside Kinah, her eyes were down and fixated on notes that were practically just scribbles. He studied her. Her tense posture, shoulders scrunched together, her hazel eyes narrow, and her grip on her pencil tighter than usual. Her chestnut hair back, lacking the usual volume it normally had, and her cinnamon butter skin cracking near her eyes. He knew she’d been crying.
“Hey…uh Kinah” he whispered.
She looked over at him, eyes sunk, “yeah?”
“Are you okay?” he continued leaning closer to her.
“Yeah…I guess”
He knew she was lying.
“It’s okay not to be” he reassured, “J.J was worried about you”
She didn’t look up.
“Kinah…”
Kinah’s pencil hovered over the paper, her hands trembling slightly. “…I just… I don’t want to bother anyone,” she mumbled, barely meeting his gaze.
Charlie shook his head gently, a small, understanding smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not bothering anyone. Trust me”
Kinah’s grip on her pencil slackened slightly, her chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. Charlie gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay to feel upset. And it’s okay to let someone know how you feel too. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”
For a long moment, she just stared at him, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction. “…Thanks,” she finally whispered, her voice barely audible. “And…can you tell J.J..that I’m sorry about the other day”
Charlie sighed, offering a sympathetic smile, “You could tell him yourself…He seems to like spending time with you”
“Where?”
“Lunch…by room B21” he added.
She turned her head back to her notebook, “ok”
Later when lunch finally came Kinah found J.J who had been sitting in the hallway reading a book. His legs had been tightly tucked together, one hand grasping the spine, and the other eating his turkey and ham sandwich.
“Hi J.J” she said, her hands tightly clasped together, swaying to the side.
“Kinah! HI!” he smiled nervously, scrambling off the floor, careful to not drop his sandwich, “Hey uh! Hi! Sorry um H-How are you!?”
She gave a shy smile, “I’m okay…I just wanted to apologize the other day…I wasn’t really in a good place…”
“It’s okay. Everyone has rough days” he took a hesitant step forward, “Everyone gets them”
“It wasn’t fair to you how I acted…I’m really sorry about the whole name thing…” “Don’t be” he reached out, instinctively taking her hands in his, before quickly letting them go, giving her an appropriate amount of space.
“For what it’s worth…I–I think your names beautiful”
Kinah’s eyes widened slightly, a soft warmth creeping up her neck, “R-really?” she whispered.
J.J nodded quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah… really. I mean it. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. Honest. I–I… I just… I don’t know how to say things sometimes.”
She let out a small, relieved laugh, letting the tension in her shoulders melt away just a bit. “Thanks, J.J… that means a lot….really it does”
He gave a small, awkward smile, still holding her gaze for a beat longer than he probably should have. “You’re welcome… and uh… if you want, maybe we could… hang out later? Just, you know, talk or… draw or something?”
Kinah nodded shyly, a genuine smile tugging at her lips. “I’d like that.”
“Cool…really cool” he blushed, only for it to deepen as she pulled him in for a tight hug.
In the cafeteria sat Charlie and the Stine triplets, all huddled together at their lunch spot.
“So,” Jamie started, “How’d everything go with J.J?” he asked, raising his slit brow.
“Yeah! We’ve been left in suspense this whole time” CJ chimed in, William nodding in agreement as he ate his pizza slice.
“He just texted me and by the looks of it….It went well!” he answered, his eyes lighting up.
“That's great! Tell him we say congrats!” William toasted his slice toward his cousin.
“Will do!” Charlie answered by typing on his phone.
Charlie peered over, noticing a slight twitch in Jamie’s brow.
“Everything okay Jamie?” Charlie asked, a hint of concern rising in his voice.
“Hm!? Oh yeah just thinking?”
“Right cuz that always ends well” Cj joked rolling her eyes.
“About?” William added.
“Yeah what about?” Charlie leaned closer, setting his phone aside.
“I think I might've figured out a way to give Uncle Carolus a body” CJ dropped her fork, William’s pizza slice flopping out of his grasp, and Charlie's jaw dropped, hanging wide open.
“...What”
Been thinking bout them for a minute. The fic got tooooo many ideas rolling in my head…(The siblings know something’s going on between em)
I know Jig doesn't care for relationships, but how sweet would it be if Harper became another father figure to them! Minus.. how things are between them, of course 😅
Ooooo I have been in fact thinking about this…Because I can see a Queer platonic relationship between the two… If Jigs dense ass would. Or compromises and MORE DAMN COMMUNICATION…
Yes, Harper would ADORE the kids. He was an only child growing up and was expected to carry on the family name (All the more reason his dad was pissed to find out his only son was gay). He always enjoyed babysitting his younger cousins, and was more emotionally aware. He’d definitely balance out Jigs…Everything. Emotions wise. Even more sad as they’re both each other’s literal foils and counter balance.
Harper would offer his own perspective (more emotions leaning) while Jig would offer his perspective that was more logic heavy. This giving the kids a more nuanced and leveled perspective growing up.
He’s a pretty live in the moment type person and while he does agree with safety and blah blah blah he’d encourage the kids to take life by the horns every now and then and do something fun while they still have the time to do it.
Plus when they were a thing, Gordon was legit rooting for this.
“My son had a boyfriend!?” He Is That Type of Dad. Because honestly he always assumed Jig just would never be involved with anyone. He couldn’t care less about Jigs sexuality all that matters is if the persons treating him well. And golden buzzers went off when it came to Harper.
Since the Stine Triplets got aged up designs it only felt fair I did the Kramer kids. They both became doctors like their dad and grandpa.
