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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      IT_(2017), IT_-_Stephen_King
  Relationship:
      Eddie_Kaspbrak/Richie_Tozier
  Character:
      Richie_Tozier, Eddie_Kaspbrak, Maggie_Tozier, Wentworth_Tozier_
      (mentioned), Mike_Hanlon_(mentioned), Beverly_Marsh_(mentioned), Ben
      Hanscom_(mentioned), Bill_Denborough_(mentioned), Stan_Uris_(mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      A/B/O_Universe, Bottom!Richie, Omega_Richie, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics,
      Alpha_Eddie, Top!Eddie, very_briefly_mentioned_sexual_abuse_from
      wentworth_but_no_gory_details, Technically_Trans!Richie?, he_gets_a_vag
      at_the_end_to_bring_out_the_babies_but_he_gets_the_dicc_back, Mpreg, they
      present_at_13_but_no_legit_sex_until_they're_in_high_school_as_seniors,
      Aged-Up_Characters, The_twins_don't_show_up_until_Richie_and_Eddie_are
      almost_24, they_go_to_college_and_get_nice_jobs_first, it's_set_in_the
      mid_1990's, Accidental_Pregnancy, Condom_Broken, dammit_richie_your_dumb
      buck_teeth_ripped_the_condom, Eddie_protecc_his_omega, Richie's_height
      difference_between_him_and_eddie_is_mercilessly_abused, imm_going_far
      into_hell, seriously_this_is_fucked_up_but_lmao_so_is_It_in_general, will
      have_multiple_chapters_this_time_wow!!!, they_end_up_with_4_kids, none_of
      those_kids_were_planned, but_they_show_up_in_like_chapter_3??, it's_short
      chapter-wise_but_don't_let_that_fool_you
  Series:
      Part 2 of Now_THAT’S_What_I_Call_Painful_Headcannons!
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-25 Completed: 2018-02-21 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 11912
****** Bottom Richie? Who is She? I've Never Heard of Her? ******
by acefusti138, trxshmxxth
Summary
     Did you say Alpha Eddie and Omega Richie? No? Did you even ask for
     ABO in the first place? Still no? Too bad! It’s here because that’s
     what I do! Now buckle in and take a fuckin’ sip babes.
     Richie is an Omega and that never means good things. Some shit
     happens, some good, some bad, but then again, when you grow up in
     Derry, isn't that kind-of a given?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Eddie McFucks a Lot of Things *****
Chapter Notes
     what up fuckers i'm back at it again at krispy creme, eyebrows on
     fleek, the fuck? Nah i'm joking i'm just here to leave this steaming
     pile of hot, good shit on ya lap. Enjoy B)
     //update: fixed some formatting issues that had been bothering the
     shit out of me,,
Did you say Alpha Eddie and Omega Richie? No? Did you even ask for ABO in the
first place? Still no? Too bad! It’s here because that’s what I do! Now buckle
in and take a fuckin’ sip babes. So, Omega!Richie. This poor boy, with no
family support system— because he doubts his parents even know he’s presented
and frankly, he doesn’t want them to know— deals with his first heat by
himself. It’s hellish, and with no toys and no help he basically suffers
through the week and swears as soon as it ends he’s buying a toy for
himself. Turns out he can’t buy one on his own. So instead he finds a way to
barter with the older kids to buy him sex toys. Picture this; Richie goes into
the pharmacy all like “Hi sexy pharmacist dude. Bev flirts with you to get
shit, can I do it too to get some shit to help my heat?” He, as it turns out,
can. He does and he gets that good shit because he ain’t no pussy, and because
if he wants good shit from the older kids to kill the heat, he has to provide
good shit first. If he gets caught —which only happens once after a failed
attempt to get two packs of cigarettes into his pocket at once— he takes the
punishment that the older kids can’t, but in return they give him whatever he
wants. He just needs a proxy. But toys only do so much. It’s the scents that
usually drive his poor brain crazy. Richie probably has a whole little routine,
mostly along the lines of stealing Eddie, Mike or Bill’s shirts and jackets.
Shirts borrowed at sleepovers because “Shit, Mike my man I didn’t think to grab
anything but sleep pants, you mind sparing a shirt?” His gayness is contained
to his friends. And he only opts for anyone’s else’s shirts because he always
feels guilty about using Eddie’s so lewdly, even it’s only his nose buried in
it. No, most definitely because if he had to pick someone to find out what he
does on his own that it wouldn’t be Eddie. Doesn’t want to destroy that
friendship and relationship. Bill finds out first.
“Never r-re-return the stuff y-you use for t-th-that, I d-don’t want it back a-
after that. B-But you do you I guess.” Mike is also fairly chill about it, he
rewear some stuff once it’s washed because he knows Richie has real bad urges
and wonky admit how much the Fresh Scent™ helps. But the best shit is when
Eddie comes over for sleepovers or even just to hang out and neither of them
notice it but they always end up right next to each other no matter what
they’re doing. Eddie once tries to sleep on the floor because Richie’s small
twin bed can barely fit Richie as it it, no need to try and kill it further
with another person too— He wakes up with Richie burrowed up against him on the
couch cushions that Eddie sleeps on. Richie literally is hanging off the side
by like an inch, but he won’t move from how he’s curled up against Eddie. His
head is in Eddie’s shoulder, his nose brushing up right where Omega’s leave
their mate marks on their Alpha, and holy shit he looks vulnerable. Yeah, sure,
Eddie had known Richie was an Omega, this kid had no qualms about his nature
and letting people know about it, but it had never showed so clearly directly
to him. Richie is an Omega and he comes to me for comfort even in his
sleep. Richie, this tol little bean, had already been inseparable from Eddie as
it was. But after the sleepover incident, they both end up as the closest two
people could be without dating and mating. Dating just ends up being nodded to
without any official mention of when they started dating. After five years of
dating, once they turn 18 they mate properly, with lots of healthy discussion
and serious thought to it. They love each other dearly. But they face quite a
lot of stigma. People often assume roles.
While out at the mall, they’re walking together and holding hands, someone just
goes “Wow, you two make such a cute pair!” they turn to Richie and wink,
“You’ve got the prettiest Omega.” Richie is going bright red because this
happens rather often and it makes both him and Eddie rather uncomfortable to
have their heights and builds assume who is who. Before he can correct the
person, Eddie just grins.
“I know, isn’t he just the cutest?” He leans up and kisses Richie’s cheek,
Richie is grinning because fuck Eddie is wonderful and helps him so much. The
person is embarrassed and they rush off but it really just is more proof for
Richie and Eddie that roles be damned, they just love each other. In a
different universe, they almost mate when they’re 13. Richie had yet to
present, almost everyone else in his grade has presented and he has yet to give
a damn. But Richie’s father finally catches wind that Richie hasn’t presented
his nature, and tries to trigger it forcefully. He’s thankful his body knows
better than to respond with any sort of heat when his father tries to….. Punish
him for not presenting. He ends up beaten to the floor and his mental stability
is nearly destroyed. He comes into school the next day with a black eye, his
cheek is swollen and he has a busted lip, he’s limping and trying not to wince
at every move as he goes to his locker. Eddie is horrified, he thinks Richie
got taken by Henry Bowers or his goons, he dragged Richie into the bathroom and
cleans him up, Richie is babbling about anything but what happened, diverting
the subject or starting to fidget and pretend to notice something. It hurts to
watch his best friend sit there and ignore the very clear pain he’s going
through, and finally Eddie just gently grabs Richie’s cheeks and pleads for him
to just tell him the truth, Richie won’t look him in the eyes and in a moment
of passion Eddie kisses him to try and convince him that he’s serious. Richie
melts against him— sure Richie is taller than him but sitting on the little
bench in the restroom, Richie is just underneath him and then Eddie is grabbing
Richie’s hips, asking “Is this okay?” as he moves his hands down Richie’s back
to his hips, moving closer to him until they can’t get any closer. Richie is
clutching to Eddie’s sweater vest, one hand keeps slipping and the entire
bathroom is much too hot, then it’s like the spell breaks and they both get
ahold of themselves.
“Wowwie-zawowwie Eddie Spaghetti…. That was…. Yowzah!” Richie is speechless for
once and Eddie quickly huffs out for Richie to stop calling him Eddie
Spaghetti. The bell rings and they awkwardly scramble to class, but by lunch,
Richie isn’t there. Eddie finds out from a rumor going around that someone
presented as an Omega halfway through first period. His stomach clenches and he
suddenly needs to know where Richie is. He can’t focus for the rest of the day,
what if Richie was being hurt by his father or if some Alpha had already tried
to hurt his Richie— where the hell did that come from? He tries to ignore that
thought. He gets home and opens a window, it’s too hot and something smells
amazing outside, he had smelled it as he was walking home. He takes a cold
shower to try and calm down because it’s still too hot, his mind is drifting to
if Richie knows how hot it is. He has to know, the heat feels almost
overbearing even with the window open. As soon as he gets out of the shower,
which had effectively cooled him off and cleared his mind, it’s way too hot in
his room. Even with the cool night air starting to seep in from the still-open
window, it feels like the middle of the day. Before Eddie can think anything
else of the humid air clinging to his skin, the phone rings. Thank fuck his
mother isn’t home –still at work with a late shift— because as soon as he picks
up the phone, the heat just boils over.
“Eddie, please come over. F-Fuck, j-just… Come over and help…!” Richie’s voice
was all whiny and breathless, like when they were in gym and had to run laps
and he started complaining that it was just a torture method. Eddie had his
clothes on and was already climbing up the backside of Richie’s house to his
bedroom window. He climbs onto the roof, he’s worried sick that Richie’s
parents ignored some illness Richie may have and now he was in his room
throwing up his guts or something else equally horrible. But no, he reached the
window and oh fuck the amazing smell he had gotten a bit used to on the way
home was much stronger, and the window is open. He slips in, the curtains had
been hiding the sight before him and he almost falls over in surprise. Richie
is curled up in a horrible excuse of a nest, the few spare shirts Eddie has
left over at his house for when they have sleepovers layered on top of the
scratchy old sheets and pillows he managed to find in the hall closet. He’s
shaking so badly Eddie thinks he’s crying.
“Rich, Rich, can you hear me?” Eddie rushes over to him, kneeling next to the
bed so he and Richie are at eye level, “‘Chee, what’s happening?” He hates not
knowing what to do, he knows basic knowledge of heats and the smell seems to
have confirmed that Richie is presenting as an Omega, but why is he
crying?! Richie, is in fact, not crying. He looks up at Eddie, his pupils are
blown so wide his eyes look black in the low light, and he just gives a broken
little groan. He nods to his legs, and there Eddie can see why Richie is so
upset. Slick has soaked most of the pillow pressed between his legs, and it
seems to have been used as a poor excuse of a way to get off. “Fuck, shit,
fuck, okay, Richie you’re um— obviously you know you’re presenting— okay, shit—
What do you need me to do?”
“Me.”
“Richie, be serious!”
“I am!” Eddie bites his lip. He’s no Alpha lies but his best friend is in heat,
on the verge of tears in need and called Eddie to help him. The younger boy
can’t just leave Richie like this. God knows what the boy’s father would try to
do to him—and that thought alone sends anger surging through his veins– and
Richie trusts him. He slips into the nest, kicks off his shoes and takes off
his shirt—it’s still too damn hot in here, presses behind Richie and hesitates.
He was kinda running on autopilot, but now was blanking on what to do.
“Rich, what am I—” Eddie’s hand had brushed against Richie’s shoulder in an
attempt to comfort him, but it felt like electricity had sparked through him at
the contact.
“Hn….!” Richie is loud for a minute and then he goes quiet, panting and
whimpering into another pillow, holy fuck did he just—?
“Richie, did you just—?”
“Yes.” Oh god that makes heat throb in Eddie’s stomach before he can think
better of it. Autopilot seems to start functioning again because he’s moved
closer, and then his arm is on Richie’s bony hip, asking if it was okay and
getting a nod in response. Asking Richie that if was too much that he would
speak up yielded the same response. He doesn’t touch Richie, not… Below his
hips, but he can feel Richie squirming back against him, he can hear the little
whines coming from Richie’s throat and damn if he isn’t responding to it. “Eds,
I’m gonna turn around.”
“Okay, what does that have to—?” Richie turns around and is kissing him, and
then the dam breaks. Eddie is on top of him, pinning Richie’s hands down on
either side of him and straddling his hips, making out with him as intently as
he can. Yeah, he can feel Richie’s hips bucking under him and he’s trying to
end his heat, but Eddie knows better. He’s no Alpha, Richie has his whole life
to choose who he wants to be with and getting down by a mate mark not even
twelve hours after presenting is just cruel.
“Eds– Hn…! Alpha, please!” Take that back. Eddie didn’t want a single Alpha
looking at Richie like a piece of meat to be taken for their own ever.
“Shh… ‘Chee it’s okay, it’s okay. Breathe, I’m right here.” Eddie gently
strokes the damp curls out of Richie’s face, his best friend is sitting
underneath him, tears starting to dampen his eyes and his breath nothing more
than needy whines.
“Eds, please, make it stop, make it fuckin’ stop…!” Eddie has half a mind to
scold Richie for calling him ‘Eds’ but Richie is literally on the verge of
tears and shaking so badly under Eddie that the bed is starting to move
too. Eddie takes care of Richie as best his mind can explain within reason. He
doesn't fuck him, they’re too young and he’s pretty sure they wouldn't be able
to handle it, but he does everything in his power to keep Richie calm and
content as can be. Sure, it’s only two days —thank fuck it’s the weekend– but
he knows now a few things. One; he’s presented as an Alpha thanks to Richie’s
heat, as he knotted the air after watching Richie come. Two; He is never
letting another Alpha look at Richie the way he has. Three; His pining of
Richie Tozier was beyond clear. He was beyond in love with him, he would fight
every single person who made Richie upset. Even if it was something
reasonable. No matter what universe, they’re unofficially mated. Richie and
Eddie are ‘together’ until 8th grade, then make it official. They spend their
heats and ruts together, many pillows are bit because they don't think they can
handle a legitimate bond just yet, and it’s clear they love each other to the
moon and back. Eddie is so fuckin’ possessive though, and once they’re in high
school, with Richie now a solid 6’3” and Eddie just barely brushing past 5’4”
he abuses the height difference mercilessly. He’ll sit in Richie’s lap and
people think Richie is the Alpha, yet all Eddie has to do is use his Alpha
Voice™ and Richie melts into a whimpering, squirming mess. One whisper from
Eddie that if Richie is a good boy then he’ll be knotted when they get home and
Richie is trying his best to be good. Eddie, that little fucker, has his hands
on Richie’s hips and is gently massaging them —thank fuck that senior study
hall is only run by a fellow senior teacher aid thanks to cutbacks— when Richie
breaks. His head is burrowed in Eddie’s shoulder, whimpering weakly that he’s
soaked and he needs Eddie now, Eddie drags Richie out to the shitty pick-up
truck that Richie’s dad gave Richie and he has his Omega knotted in
minutes. Eddie croons in Richie’s ear that he’s such a good boy, that he’s
taking him so well and is such a good Omega… Richie revels in the praise and
Eddie is head over heels for him beyond belief.
High school ends in Derry and college begins in New York City. Richie with a
full-ride scholarship with the Yankees for baseball and Eddie with a partial-
scholarship on secondary nature studies and prenatal care. Dorm mates for two
years and then their first apartment together their junior and senior year,
they graduate with internships and promising futures because the economy hasn’t
destroyed everything just yet. It’s the 1990’s, and these now 22 year olds
finally officially mate on Richie’s 23rd birthday. With their official mating
they save up for a bigger apartment closer to the heart of downtown, and even
with Eddie taking night classes to finish up his doctorate degree, it’s clear
big changes are coming. Eddie still loves Richie unconditionally, and their
lives are going smoothly. They meet up with the Loser’s once every other week
for the weekend to see shitty movies, get bad Chinese food then hang out at a
bookstore until closing time to talk much too loudly in the ‘quiet reading’
area. It’s calm…. And then their first heat and rut as now official mate’s hit.
It’s bad; Eddie comes home from his night course and as soon as he opens the
door it’s like getting smacked in the face with hot, humid air like in the
summer. Richie’s in his nest, his phone is dead and his eyes are bloodshot, he
couldn't get ahold of Eddie with a dead phone but he couldn’t find his charger
and just tried to use a toy, but quickly realized he hated it and just sat
there and waited for Eddie to come home and help. He helps alright, but also
fucks up, bad. It wasn’t his fault, in all fairness! Richie had been so cute,
he had tried to open the condom package with his teeth like Eddie did every
other time, but his usually adorable buck teeth ended up tearing part of the
condom. Which Eddie finds out, he finds out the hard way. The hard way is when
Richie, while fast asleep, curls up to him and a very odd, floral scent comes
off of him instead of his usual, much less harsh, fresh linen and damp summer
morning scent. It takes him about five minutes before it kicks in. Scents don’t
change unless your Omega is carrying. “Fuck, fuck— Rich– fucking hell, wake up.
Oh shit, part of the condom—oh god, it broke– fucking hell— your scent, it—!”
Richie wakes up to Eddie having a flat-out meltdown, he’s hyperventilating and
he looks terrified; Richie is confused as fuck.
“Eds, slow down, what’s wrong?” He asks slowly, Eddie holds his shoulders and
he’s still freaking the fuck out.
“Richie, fuck, the condom broke! Your scent, it changed, oh god! I got you,
fuck, fuck, I got you pregnant!” Richie just blinks at him, tilts his head.
They have solid jobs, an apartment and have been together since they had
presented. He doesn't get what the extreme panic is about. Sure, it’s a little
unnerving, but he had always planned to have kids with Eddie at some point in
his life and it just happened now. They were more than okay to handle a baby,
they owned a three bedroom apartment in the heart of New York City, as a doctor
and a professional baseball player. It didn’t stop Eddie from becoming
protective of Richie. Richie has the most god-awful morning sickness, he
usually can keep breakfast down for an hour, lunch for 30 minutes and dinner
about half of the night, throws up at the ass-crack of dawn and repeats it for
a month. Sometimes, on bad days, he’s exhausted and he’ll get sick in his nest,
which is always a bad event to handle. Eddie cleans Richie up, replaces any
soiled parts of the nest with clean, fresh pillows and blankets to calm Richie
down. He’ll cradle him close and play with his hair, apologize for putting his
best friend and the love of his life through all this pain because he was
irresponsible. Richie, tired as he is, always insists he’s not upset with Eddie
at all. Well, until their first ultrasound, and a little move of the cold wand-
gel thing moves to show two grainy little blobs of something that is their—
“Is that twins?”
“Yes, but as seeing both you, Richard, are a twin, and your mother was a twin
as well, I would think you would have known this was a high possibility.” It
had in fact, not been expected, but they learned to handle it. Richie is a
total power bottom and Eddie loves it, Richie is having twins and yet he stays
fairly tiny, and Eddie takes full advantage of it. Richie is literally the
biggest horn-dog ever and Eddie is constantly either fingering Richie or
turning him into an overstimulated mess when he eats him out and basically the
end of the first trimester is just Eddie being forced spend his weekends
pleasuring his mate. That’s just the end of trimester one. His mother, having
sobered up at the angry plead from Eddie to get her life together if she wants
to ever see her grandchildren and help her son for once in her life, explains
that he’s probably going to develop the birthing equipment known commonly as a
vagina rather early. Lo and behold, first day of August, Richie shuffles to the
bathroom to relieve himself and wets the fucking floor because he didn't have a
dick to piss out of. So, if you thought that Richie, now in his 2nd trimester
hormones and equipped a new, hypersensitive sex between his legs to bring their
little ones into the world, would let Eddie leave him a horny, needy mess,
you’re wrong. He would be damned before he let that happen!
Richie explains it like this; “You know had bad my heats could get?” Eddie
nods, “Well, think of it like that, but ten times worse because our children
have decided that if Mommy doesn’t get fucked by Daddy in the next five
minutes, they are going to destroy Mommy’s internal organs via a riot.” Eddie
is basically tapped dry by the end of the first week of Richie’s second
trimester. In the few days he takes to build up stamina he spoils Richie rotten
and instead tries to tempt him with fingering him and eating him out, playing
with his sensitive, budding chest. It works.
Once Richie finally manages to fall asleep for more than half an hour without
waking up if Eddie moves at all, he calls the doctor, because “Are all Omega’s
this horny during the second trimester? Should I be worried? I don’t wanna hurt
him and overstress his body, and end up inadvertently hurting the babies, but
he gets so upset if I don’t touch him when he needs it!”The doctor is not
amused. Honestly, for a kid in medical school Eddie could be a bit of a dumbass
when it came to common sense reguarding his mate. Call it rose-colored glasses
or what have you for anything surrounding his mate but Lord fuck this kid got
scared over everything!
“Once the vagina forms,” She sighs out, “It’s the mate’s responsibility to care
for their pregnant mate however they wish. If he’s horny, he’s horny. Ignoring
it would only make it worse on him and stress him out. If you tap out then buy
a toy.” Richie is happily fucked all that next week as much as his lil’ Omega
heart desires. ‘Til third trimester hits and then it’s keep him happy and safe
or have him crying and stressing himself out to Braxton-Hicks
contractions. Eddie has keep his mate sated and sleepy —usually with homemade
food and quite a lot of coddling until Richie dozes off— because whenever he
has to go to work or to one of his medical classes, Richie’s hormones wreak
havoc and he’ll cry like it’s no one’s business. The first time Eddie went to
go get Richie one of his craving snacks once Richie had entered the third
trimester, he came home to Richie sobbing in his nest with every clean article
of clothing Eddie owned blanketing him. Eddie stays home after that until the
babies get there.
***** More Broken Condoms *****
Chapter Summary
     Good lord you two need to stop trying to be cute and realize tearing
     condoms is a serious problem. Like, a problem that has now lead to
     three of your children being born. God, get it together Reddie. Smdh.
Chapter Notes
     idk what the hell this even is any more? just passion writing? idk
     fam if ya’ll enjoy it, glad to see it but I ain’t gonna stop posting
     it :3c
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Wow, so some of y’all stuck around. Nice! Well, lemme paint you this pretty ol’
picture.
Richie is stuck at home, on mate-imposed bed rest. He’s had more Braxton-Hicks
scares than Eddie will ever comfortably admit, and finally Eddie and Richie
agree it’s safer for Richie to stay at home and rest until the twins make their
actual appearance into the world.
That only takes a week into Richie’s ninth month.
It’s incredibly over-hyped, in Richie’s opinion.
Eddie freaks out more than he does. It doesn’t hurt that badly; he doesn’t even
take the offered epidural.
“Richie, are you sure you’re going to be okay, I mean really, we can get you—”
“Eds–”
“Don’t call me that Richie—”
“Anyways, I’m fine Eds, promise. It doesn’t even hurt that much! Seriously, I’m
pretty sure it hurt more when they were beating me up because you weren’t
fucking my—”
“Richard, be serious!”
“Pussy.”
“Richie!”
The twins only take 7 hours to get there, and Richie doesn’t even scream once.
Yeah, some colorful curses and a few rough hand squeezes are given, and the
worst happens when the second one’s shoulders pass and Reddie groans, but
otherwise it’s rather tame. Eddie is the one who passed out once both little
girls are presented to him to have their umbilical cords cut.
Richie deadass laughs at him while he passes the placentas.
Luckily, Eddie wakes up before they have to get him a hospital room. 12 hours,
two baths and a very long nap later, Richie and Eddie officially announce the
birth of Lucille Coraline and Michelle Joan Kaspbrak to the world on December
23rd, 1998.
Richie’s status as a baseball player brought some press into their lives
whether they wanted it there or not.
Getting the twins home is the funniest thing Richie has ever done, and the most
stressful thing Eddie has ever done. He wants to be in the back seat with
Richie and the girls but he has to drive and he’s freaking out.
“Richie, we can still have your mom come drive us and I can sit back there with
you two, it’s not a big deal—”
“Spaghetti-Man, we haven’t even left the parking lot. We’re fine.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want Luci to start crying or something and then MJ—”
“Eds, babe, do you need me to drive?”
“What, no, no, I’m fine, I just wanna make sure you three are okay!”
Richie drives them home.
Eddie is every part the protective Papa, he stays up most the night the first
week to make sure they're okay; make sure they’re sleeping safely and know
their Papa is there and will keep them safe. Richie comes in and Eddie is
asleep on the floor with Luci on his chest, staring blearily up her her father
and MJ happily asleep next to her. One picture-turned-lockscreen-photo later
and Richie gets the girls back in their bassinets and Eddie at least into the
rocking chair.
First week; calm.
Second week; Luci reveals she is a small demon in disguise.
The Loser’s all come to meet the twins, now that they’ve had time to settle and
Richie and Eddie won’t go ballistic on someone intruding on their newborn
babies.
MJ, with her slight smattering of Eddie’s freckles on her nose and the
beginnings of Richie’s fluffy curls, is a quiet, sleepy little one. She rarely
cries, more whimpers and squeaks. When she does cry, it’s these weak, wheezy
little wails —asthma, as the doctor’s confirm once both the girls have their
shots and get their hearing and sight tested— that are almost painful to hear
because of how weak they sound. She happily lets everyone hold her and coo at
her, and she likes Stan and Mike the most.
Mike is warm and he makes funny faces and tickles her tummy and he brings her a
stuffed lamb she ends up sleeping with until she’s 18, it’s originally as big
as she is. She absolutely adores it, and she gives these huge, gummy giggles
and smiles to him. Stan always rubs her back and he ends up being the one who
can get her to sleep within five minutes no matter what.
Luci, on the other hand….. Oh my god. If you looked up hellspawn in a
dictionary, she would be the picture in it. Eddie goes to give her to Bill, and
literally the moment Eddie isn’t holding her she starts to screech and wail as
loud as she can. It’s almost a blood curdling wail; her tiny lungs don’t care
how small they are. She makes it clear that if her Mama or Papa isn’t holding
her, she is’t having it. Even when Bill frantically gives her back to Richie,
she wails for a good twenty minutes, until she tuckers herself out and falls
asleep. She’s cranky and collick-y and a general handful. Her little sister is
an angel in comparison: not that Eddie or Richie would ever change anything
about either of their daughters.
MJ is a pretty independent baby, she doesn’t cause a whole lot of problems for
her parents—with the exception of the dreaded food transitioning.
Breastfeeding was fine; she feeds like a normal baby and only occasionally
fights with her older sister. Luci transitions from the tiddy milk to solid
food just fine. Sucking from a flat boob was much harder than just eating
already-made food, and she’s a lazy little shit, so it was buh-bye boobies and
hello to those little yogurt puffs that looked like Cheerios but were so much
better.
MJ brings out her inner asshole.
She won’t even smack the food away. She’ll just sit there and cry; the squeaky,
asthmatic wails that usually lead to her wheezing and having an asthma attack.
Eddie nor Richie can sit there and watch their daughter sit there and cry
herself into a literal asthma attack when Richie’s body is right there, still
producing more than enough milk for her to feed naturally.
She doesn’t take a bottle, either. Never did. If a bottle was placed in front
of her mouth, she wouldn’t latch on to it. Her mouth would be closed and she
would just whimper and hiccup and sob until Richie gave in, because holy shit
this kid would sit there for an hour and refuse to give in! It takes almost a
year to get her from breastfeeding to normal food.
But then they grow up, and when they’re almost two, it’s Halloween night and
Maggie watches the girls and let them pass out candy while Richie and Eddie
attend the annual Loser’s Halloween Party. They had taken the girls last year,
but this year they knew was probably the last year they could get away with not
taking the girl’s trick-or-treating, and it would probably be the last
Halloween party the Loser’s club would have together before they were all real
adults who were married and had little ones.
Halfway through the night, five drinks in and Richie’s heat starts two days
early. He falls all over Eddie and is promptly taken home by his mate. Eddie
calls Maggie and explains that she needs to take the girl’s to her apartment
for the next few days, and that he’ll bring what they need beyond necessities
the next morning and payment as thanks for the short notice.
“Eddie,” Richie whines, “Where’s my babies….? I gotta protect them—!” His
drunken cry is complete with teary eyes and Eddie, poor thing, has to reassure
him that they’re fine over and over.
“Maggie has them baby,” He cooes, stroking Richie’s side’s and cuddling him
while his Omega grinds back on him, “They’re safe. She’s gonna keep them while
you’re in heat, just ‘til it’s not so bad. They’ll be home in a few days, and
if it’s not too bad, they can come home a little earlier.” Richie seems to
accept that, then heat-brain takes over maternal instinct and kills his mental
filter.
He grabs the condom and his drunken fingers fumble with trying to open it while
Eddie is trying to find the lube, he gets it open but one little snag of his
nail and a tiny tear has just created a possible major problem.
Eddie realizes it this time when he pulls out and Richie is leaking his mate’s
cum. “Oh fuck.” He swears; the tear had been close to the knot and once he
knotted, it just made the tear that much bigger. Richie looks up at him, he’s
still high from his orgasm and rather drunk, he blinks drowsily up at Eddie and
tilts his head.
“What?”
“Richie, there was a tear near my knot—”
“It got inside, didn’t it?”
Eddie just quietly nods, and he looks very ashamed as he cleans Richie out
gently. He already knows this can’t end well; Richie is dozing off and his
instincts are kicking in. Eddie looks up from finishing cleaning out his mate
and the Omega has one arm curled loosely over his abdomen, he smells soft and
sweet and his body is starting to curl up towards Eddie for protection while he
sleeps.
The next morning, Richie wakes up and demands to have his babies with him.
“Edward, I need them here. I need to know they’re safe. Heat be damned, I need
my fucking babies–!” Eddie shushes him, grabbing Richie’s phone and calling
Maggie so Richie can talk to her before getting up and starting to get ready so
they can go get the girls.
“Hello—?”
“Mama, where’s Lucille and Michelle?”
“They’re still sleeping hun, why? Is everything alrig–?”
“I’m fine Mama, I need them here. Can– Can you wake them up and put them on the
phone while we drive over? Please?” He sounds near crying, Eddie is already
getting them both dressed while Richie waits for his mother to wake up the
girls. She finally rouses them just as Eddie and Richie are getting in the car.
“Here baby, it’s your Mama. Can you say hi?”
“Mama…. Goo’ mow’nin’...” Luci’s cute little baby talk soothes Richie visibly.
“H-Hi baby girl…. Did you and MJ have fun at Nana’s sweetie pie?” Eddie notes
Richie is shaking.
“Uh-huh…. ‘e ha’ lotsa can’y…..”
“That sounds like you had a lot of fun sweetie. Mama and Papa are coming to
pick up you and MJ. Is MJ awake? Can you give her the phone so Mama can talk to
her?”
“Uh-huh… Mich’y! Mama!” Richie can’t help but smile even as the first of his
children screeches in his ear.
“Mama….?” Michelle sounds even more sleepy than her sister, but at this point
Eddie is nearing the apartment.
“Yeah, it’s Mama sweet girl. Did you and Luci have fun at Nana’s?”
“Yah…. Mama…. I s’eepy…. ‘anna go bac’ ‘o s’eep….”
“I know baby. You can go back to sleep once Papa and I get there. We’ll be
there in just a minute sweetie. Okay?”
“O’tay Mama.”
Richie only hangs up once they’re in front of the door to Maggie’s apartment;
she moves to New York City a month before the twins are born and fresh out of
rehab. Cleanly divorced and broken-bonded from Richie’s father, she’s been
sober for almost 3 years and loves her grandchildren to pieces.
She spoils them rotten, and both Eddie and Richie know she’s trying to redeem
herself for the neglect Richie faced his whole life thanks to her drinking. It
hurts, and Eddie sometimes sees Richie watch his mother interact with their
children with a wistful, pining look on his face.
He never felt that attention from her once in all his childhood.
But the current issue was that as soon as Maggie opens the door, Richie bolts
past her and scoops up the twins, cuddling them close and scenting them. He’s
had many heats with them gone, being watched by their grandmother or one of
Loser’s for the week while Eddie and Richie bang like rabbits as their nature’s
demand.
Maggie notices what’s different right away.
“He’s—”
“I know,” Eddie sighs, raking a small hand through his hair and praying they
can handle it. But by the time he goes to Richie to make sure they’re alright,
he’s both both twins cuddled up in his lap, Luci is dozing and hugging his
abdomen and MJ is fast asleep with her head over his heart. He’s just sitting
on the floor cuddling them, rubbing MJ’s back and playing with Luci’s haphazard
little curls. She’s his little carbon copy, except for the brown hair and hazel
eyes like her father’s. “Rich, are you okay?”
“Eds, I’m–”
“I know, ‘Chee. It’s my fault, I should have checked it yesterday before we
started,” Eddie goes over and sits down beside his mate, rubbing his back and
kissing his cheek. Richie looks tired; he had woken up the moment his scent had
changed and had immediately demanded to see his babies. Poor thing probably
only had gotten a few hours of sleep at the most. “How about we get them home
and get them in the nest? I’ll make you four breakfast and we can…. Figure out
what to do after you take a nap. Alright?”
Richie nods, and with Maggie’s help the soon-to-be family of five heads back
home.
The change is immediate once Richie has the girls in his nest. They’re
impossibly clingy, and within the week they both seem to have reverted a bit to
more dependent on their parents. Any progress that had been made with potty
training was lost and their somewhat-sentences go back to one word sentences.
They sleep with Richie in his nest most the of the first week— the second night
Eddie tries to coax them to sleep in their cribs, but by midnight he literally
has three wailing beings on his hands. Richie doesn’t wanna leave his nest but
he’s panicking, his babies aren’t with him and he is freaking the fuck out.
Luci and MJ can both feel their Mama’s distress and want to get to him, but
they can’t get out of their damn cribs and are wailing for Richie.
Last time Eddie tries that.
If they need to be close for some reason, he’ll be there and keep them safe
while they rest. The first two weeks are like that, but then, like it never
even happens, it all goes back to normal. Ultrasounds, converting Richie’s
office to a nursery while looking for an actual home while they’re still
‘ahead’ and thinking of names all crosses the horizon.
They finalize on the purchase of a home about two months before Richie is due—
he doesn’t even look like he’s expecting— and move in two weeks later. Only
about two blocks away from their previous home, spacious and with 6 bedrooms,
it seems to be a perfect fit. It’s near a good school system the girls can go
to and is still commutable to work with almost no real time difference.
Only once Jackson Michael Kaspbrak is born does a problem present itself. It’s
late summer of new millennium, Jack is born on the 23rd of July and is finally
home. It’s hot, he’s colicky and the girls have decided they want to be as
difficult as possible to try and gain their parents’ attention to them.
Luci starts throwing temper tantrums and figures out how to escape her crib,
Richie wakes up and finds her burrowed up against him and long story short, he
can’t move and Eddie has to give Jack a bottle instead.
But she seems angelic compared to MJ. Now, to be fair, she didn’t seem to be
doing her thing on purpose, but it had very quickly become a hiccup in caring
for a newborn.
She won’t eat her solid food.
Just like before, she won’t get mad; she just curls up in her booster seat and
cries in her hands until she gives herself an asthma attack. Now closer to
three years old, while Eddie calms her down she cries that Richie doesn’t want
her anymore.
“Sweetie, you have to eat,” Eddie tries to coax her with her favorites while
she’s in his lap, but she just curls up and hides in his chest, “Mama is taking
care of Jack honey, he still loves you and Luci very much. But you and Luci are
big girls now, you don’t need as much help as Jack does. You know how he was in
Mama’s tummy all those months?”
“Uh-huh…”
“And how he just came out from Mama’s tummy? How he was wrinkly and red?”
“Yeah….”
“He’s still very tiny sweetie. He can’t eat big girl foods like you and Luci
can yet, he has to have Mama help him. Papa helps him too but for now, Mama is
very busy making sure he isn’t hungry. Mama is the only one who can feed him
right now.”
MJ seems to understand, yet she still won’t eat. She’ll drink fine, and Eddie
manages to coax her with smoothies for a few days but then she won’t even take
that.
“Maybe she’ll eat if she sees that I’m here with her,” Richie offers, “While
Jack is doing tummy-time maybe I can try and give her her food instead.”
Well, it isn’t too far off the mark from what ends up happening.
MJ comes in to Richie and Eddie’s room, curls up in the nest and just hugs
herself close to Richie while he plays with her hair. “Sweetie, Papa made you a
yummy smoothie. Do you want to share some with Mama while Mama reads you
Madeline?” MJ looks up at him from where she’s curled up in his lap, her little
head is burrowed in his chest and over his heart and even though she’s tiny,
Richie’s chest is sensitive and he tried to coax her off because it hurts to
have her there.
“Mama. Jus’ wan’ Mama.” Richie looks a little confused, but then she starts
tugging at his shirt.
It turns into trying to get her to wean all over again.
Richie is a softie and honestly, even though he knows he shouldn't spoil her,
his maternal instincts scream for him to comfort his baby first and worry
second. She’s not doing it to be bad; her nature just seems to be driven on the
fact that Richie is the baseline comfort that she goes to when she’s
distressed.
Really, considering how attention and comfort driven Richie is, it doesn’t come
as a surprise.
Chapter End Notes
     broken condoms are no joke. also, there’s two Easter eggs in this
     chapter and Oliver is probably gonna be the first to guess the second
     one. the first one is kinda obvious. (**hint: think birthdays?**)
***** Supportive Parents and Developed Kids WHOMST? *****
Chapter Summary
     Character development, world building AND a closer look at how the
     kids all interact with their beloved parents and vice versa? Yes,
     PLEASE!!
Chapter Notes
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     lately, and it fucked me up. but hey, i actually finished a fic!!!
     more to come, ive thrown myself into writing with all the shit ive
     been dealin with, so thats??? good?? good for you guys anyways, more
     of this delicious shit i call my content!!!
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Back at it again with the final chapter of this good shit. Reformatted, and
better than ever.
 
So, we’ve got Michelle. Michelle Joan. Precious, sweet little MJ.
The quiet baby out of the pair of twins, and the soft-spoken toddler. She
handles things very different than Luci, who falls into rage-induced crying
fits and then will shut down mentally afterward. MJ cries. She cries, and she
cries, and she cries some more. It’s her nature, and it’s hard to watch
sometimes. She’s the sweetest little thing; couldn’t hurt a fly and follows
Luci’s lead not because she has to, but because she wants to. She’s a bit
quieter and Luci tends to speak for her, but that doesn’t stop her from being
her own person. But being her own person quickly becomes too much if Luci isn’t
there with her. Giggled and dimpled smiles very quickly become wheezing,
whimpering sobs of distress if it becomes too much.
One such incident was when she and Luci had been at a school carnival, just
barely seven years old and trying to show Eddie they could handle themselves
for a few minutes while he let Jack play a few games for the younger kids.
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“Luci, can we please just go find Mama?” She pleaded, “It’s crowded here, we
shouldn’t go this far! What if Papa can’t find us?!” She tried to say over the
loud clamor of other children. Luci just grinned, blowing one of her many
haphazard curls out of her face.
“We’re only in the third-grade wing, Michy! Papa can find us, no problem!” She
reassured, dragging her younger sister along through the throngs of older
children. A few gave them odd looks, and MJ could feel each one bearing down on
her head and burning marks on her back.
Two-second graders running down the third-grade carnival hall wasn’t normal,
and MJ knew it. Finally, she dug her heels into the polished linoleum, wincing
at the grey scuff marks it left.
“Luci, I wanna go back to Mama!” She tried to stand her ground, still holding
the older girl’s hand as only to keep her from running off. Luci stopped,
giving an impatient frown.
“Why?” She groaned, “Mama knows where we are! C’mon, the fun games are down
here! They got Dum-Dums down here!” She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows as if to
tempt her younger sister to give in. MJ just shook her head, biting her lip out
of nervous habit and taking a deep breath.
“N— No! I wanna go back to Mama!” She tried to raise her voice like Luci always
did when she wanted something; a test of sorts to see if it would work.
It did not.
“Quit bein’ such a crybaby Michy! Mama knows we’re here! He’s not gonna get
mad! I wanna go get a Dum-Dum!” Luci just raised her voice back even higher,
which MJ took about as well as a baby did to a loud noise. Her face crumpled,
and in an instant, she turned tail and ran back from where she had come from.
She could hear Luci calling for her to come back, but at the moment, she just
wanted her Mama and her Papa back.
She was trying to avoid bumping into people, not wanting anyone’s germs on her,
but that proved counterproductive when someone had tried to get out of her way
and ended up causing a collision. She felt her knees hit the floor, which got
the attention of most the people running the booths. One of whom was her
teacher, Ms. Werner, a young woman who had only started about two weeks prior.
“MJ? Are you alright?” She asked, standing up from her booth and kneeling next
to her. MJ just sobbed out, shaking her head and trying to bat the woman’s
hands away.
“Wan’ Mama!” She wailed, scrambling to her feet and sprinting into the nearest
bathroom, sitting in front of the door and breaking down into loud, wailing
sobs. She was starting to wheeze thanks to her running and very quickly
realized she couldn’t breathe. Thankfully, Ms. Werner had been smart enough to
get Richie, informing him of what she had seen.
It took not even a minute for Richie to get there and know what was happening.
He could hear his daughter’s wheezing sobs, and quickly went towards the
restroom, knocking on the door. “Michelle, baby, it’s Mama. Can you let me in
please honey?” He asked softly, trying to keep himself steady with the tiny
swell of his middle while kneeling. There was a wheezy whimper, then the tell-
tale squeak of sneakers against the tiles, which allowed him to push open the
door.
MJ was clearly having an asthma attack, gasping and wheezing between sobs and
doing her best to keep breathing. The Omega was quick to press her little
inhaler into her mouth, sitting her up and rubbing her back until she was
calmed down, tastefully ignoring just how badly the little girl was shaking in
his arms. Even once he pulled away from the inhaler, she just collapsed against
him, wailing into his shoulder as if she was a toddler all over again.
“Michelle, honey, honey, breathe. You’re gonna work yourself up all over
again,” It was really all Richie could do while he was waiting for Eddie to
find Luci.
He couldn't pick up the seven-year-old, he was five months pregnant and it just
wasn’t safe. MJ just clung to him, careful of the baby bump where her little
sister was still residing, her head burrowed in his neck and weak cries
slipping past her.
It took ten minutes for Eddie to show up with Jack and a very flustered Luci in
tow. Luci had been firmly scolded for running off, and the red puffiness at her
own cheeks hinted that she had started crying either when MJ ran off, or when
Eddie scolded her.
Likely the latter.
“Thank fu– frick,” Swearing was a bad habit Richie had yet to drop, even after
almost eight years of trying not to swear around his kids. “Michelle, honey,
Papa’s here. He can carry you, but you know Mama can’t hold you right now. Not
with Charlie too,” MJ reluctantly let her father scoop her up, quietly pushing
her head on his shoulder as he layered soothing kisses on the crown of her
head. She was quiet as a mouse as Eddie lead them back to the cafeteria, where
the parents running the booths could store their things. He sat down, keeping
her in his lap and rubbing her back. “Michelle,” He started softly, feeling her
tense and trying to calm her, “Shh, it’s okay, honey, you’re not in trouble. I
just wanna know what happened,” MJ didn’t raise her head at first, and had she
not tensed up beforehand he might have thought she had fallen asleep.
“Got scared,” The younger of the twins began, not lifting her head and instead
clutching tighter to the pastel material of Eddie’s polo, “Got scared Mama
wouldn’t be able t’ find us, Papa. L-Luci didn’t tell him where we were going
a-an’ he coulda got scared and put baby sister in bad,” As she spoke, Eddie
caught sight of the sympathetic look on Richie’s face, and sighed.
“So, you were worried that if Mama hadn’t been able to find you two, he could
have put Charlie at risk too?” When MJ nodded, Eddie sighed again, letting his
shoulders sag, “LIsten, honey, I know you love Charlie lots and lots, but give
Mama a bit of credit. While I agree, Luci shouldn’t have lead you two off
somewhere without telling us first, you were still both in the school. Mama or
I could have found you two; there’s no need to get so scared that you have an
asthma attack. That’s much scarier,” He explained, MJ sniffling and raising her
head a tiny bit.
“Sorry,” She looked so ashamed, and it just broke Eddie’s heart. Richie, poor
thing, wanted nothing more than to scoop up his youngest daughter and cradle
her close, but he knew it wasn’t safe with another little one on the way.
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Most situations are handled similarly. Try to reassure her that not everything
needed tears and that putting herself at risk wasn’t the best option if she was
upset. That just kinda happens to be the wrong way to go about it. Since she
was an infant, MJ had been so much like Eddie, it was almost uncanny. Sure, she
had actual asthma, but even her little mannerisms and how she would cry were
just so much like Eddie.
Crying was her go-to response if she didn’t know how to handle a situation.
As she grew up, her parents learned it wasn’t always because she was upset,
sad, or scared. Half the time, it was only because she was overwhelmed. She
would just crumple into tears if nothing more than because she knew it meant
someone would hear her and help her. It’s heartbreaking and almost impossible
to break her out of the habit. Either Eddie and Richie could leave her to cry
and grow more and more overwhelmed, usually into an asthma attack, or they
could help her and just reassure her that crying was the best way to get out of
a situation that she was overwhelmed with.
By the time Charlotte is born she’s not much better. As Luci calls it none-too-
kindly; she’s a giant crybaby.
If she gets an assignment in class that she knows she can’t do, she’ll excuse
herself to the restroom and just start crying into her hands behind a bathroom
stall. Luci usually comes in a minute later with MJ’s inhaler, that, nine times
out of ten, is forgotten in MJ’s bag in haste.
Despite being teased, Luci decides that a ‘Fuck You’ is the only thing she says
to anyone who thinks she’s gonna let her little sister have a panic-induced
asthma attack all alone in a cold bathroom. The number of detentions she’s
gotten from saying just that to a teacher before bolting off to them regardless
of if she has permission or not is high into the hundreds by the time she’s
ten.
Richie is damn proud, which the school isn’t too pleased with. He doesn’t
particularly give a fuck, as seeing he knows just how badly his youngest
daughter can shut down. Even with how often she misses class time due to panic,
the number of days she ends up going home is bigger and the days she doesn’t
even show up is the biggest by far. She ends up taking off so much time during
Richie’s pregnancy with Charlotte off that it’s a small miracle she’s able to
pass the second grade with her sister.
Her teachers are all convinced it had something to do with Eddie and Richie
sliding some money under the table to the principal, along with a
healthy dosage of threats to go to the school board with a complaint for
discrimination against the mental dependency that young Omegan children can
experience during their first few years of schooling.
They wouldn’t be wrong.
Luci relays to her parents that sometimes, MJ will just mentally shut down
during class. When prompted by her sister, MJ explains very quietly that when
she’s away from Richie while he’s pregnant, her body just? Stops functioning?
It took one instance of MJ literally collapsing against Luci for the older of
the pair to believe her. MJ only needs to Luci that she misses their Mama,
needs to go home and have a hug from him and their Papa, and Luci gladly kicks
her usual plan into action.
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“Ms. Werner,” She had yelled at one such instance, only about two weeks before
her mother would be on official maternity leave, “Me an’ Michy gotta go home
right now!” MJ had her head resting in her arms, folded on the desk in front of
her and completely oblivious to the annoyed glares and snickers coming from her
classmates.
“Lucille, please get off of your chair and sit back down. You know we don’t
yell in class, and if we have a personal question, we raise our hand and ask
for help,” Ms. Werner was honestly fed up with how often Luci would act up in
class. Ever since Spring Break had ended and the twins had come back, every day
was some new issue from one or both of them. 
“I don’ care if I gotta raise my dumb hand! Michy needs to go home right now
an’ I’ll scream ‘til you call my Papa and let her!” That got a whole round of
giggles from her classmates, and for once, the freckled girl didn’t even
respond to being the usual spotlight of attention that came with being the
class clown.
That should have been Ms. Werner’s warning that Luci was being dead serious.
Lucille Kaspbrak never missed an opportunity to revel in the limelight of her
classmates’ attention.
But right now was no time to care about her usual five minutes of fame; she had
to get MJ home to their parents. Her little sister meant way more to her than
any bit of attention from her class ever could.
“Lucille, please, just sit down. I can send MJ to the nurse—” The blonde woman
should have known to expect the blood-curdling screech that emitted from the
oldest of the Kaspbrak twins, yet she still jumped a foot out of her skin at
the suddenness of it. 
“Michy needs to go home right fucking now, you bottle-blonde shrew!” As Luci’s
teacher called Eddie and come to take his children home, she couldn’t help but
feel like the seven-year-old had gone directly for a sore spot.
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Eddie is the one who leaves work to come pick his little girls up from school;
if MJ is struggling, he’ll scoop her up and reassure her she’s okay the whole
time.
His job had long-since accepted that his children came first to the Alpha, and
as one of their best workers, they could either lose him or let him do as he
pleased when it came to his family. Half the time, any teachers who didn’t know
any better thought that he was the mother of the Kaspbrak twins. Not that he
cared; he often had an upset daughter clinging to him and crying on his
shoulder. The fact that she was sobbing to him that she’s sorry, but that she
desperately needs to see her Mama and be held by him— that’s way more
important.
That always takes first priority.
Luckily, Richie is always more than ready to cuddle with his youngest daughter
up for hours at a time while he works from home. Being a self-employed,
successful infant photographer let him do that fairly easily.
He mostly works from home as it was, but being pregnant left him mostly
completely paperwork and such from his nest. If working from his nest with MJ
burrowed up in his lap listening to his heartbeat while he rubs her back or
plays with her hair was entailed, he didn’t mind one bit. It was very doable
for the Omega. MJ never said anything or tried to do anything as it was; she
genuinely needed the contact from him. Just as sensitive to stress as her
father was as a child, with all the desperate need for attention that Richie
had growing up.
Despite how often she has her mental shutdowns, she’s incredibly smart. It’s
half the reason the teachers can get away with letting her go home so often: MJ
excels in almost all of her classes.
Her homework is always correct, even with her missing lessons or sometimes even
full units. Sometimes she can even explain it to Luci, who never understands
the teachers and will just get frustrated and give up, and Luci understands it.
Sure, kids make fun of them, but MJ genuinely doesn’t care about any of them.
She really only cares about her twin sister, and it’s fine with her if people
don’t like her. She really doesn’t give a damn about any of them.
Luci hates half of her classmates because of what they say about MJ, how she’s
a little freak and how she’s not ever going to be able to survive without her
sister. Luci doesn’t deal with that shit; MJ is her best friend and her little
sister . She’d gladly fight anyone who talks badly about her. She loves her to
pieces. They rarely fight, if ever.
While the twins are incredibly close to each other, both of them love their
baby brother beyond words.
 
Sure, he’s a very different child from them, but they don’t mind one bit. Jack
is a lot more like Richie physically, where his sisters more take after Eddie
physically.
He’s incredibly active, hyper and usually is the one who gets to plays rough
with Luci. He bounces off of the walls and will horse around with his oldest
sibling whenever she asks. He never seems to tire. Luci, who loves her baby
brother to pieces and will happily play whatever game her wants because playing
is fun, and homework can suck it. So what if he was younger than her? He plays
LEGO’s with her and lets her bring in her toy trucks with Barbie dolls for
drivers.
She can’t do that with her twin.
While MJ sometimes will play dolls with her, she prefers to draw and create
more 2D things. Playing with her older sister and younger brother is a little
too fast-paced for the asthmatic girl, so she’s more than happy to watch and
play referee while they roughhouse.
Half the time, roughhousing ends up with Jack asleep on the couch with his big
sister. Luci is conked out too, curled up with her baby brother and drooling on
her arm while he’s curled up at her side. Eddie usually has to carry both of
them to bed— his hyperactive little babies just melt his heart with how
adorable they are.
At least when they’re happy and calm, anyway.
When Jack gets upset, he practically becomes Eddie, in every sense. He gets
scared easily, and fight or flight is really fighting with flight combined for
him. He’ll scamper off to his Mama and Papa in an instant if something doesn’t
sit right with him. He doesn’t cry at first, one of the only differences he has
with his father; he just clams up until Richie or Eddie has him, and then
all hell just breaks loose.
He just starts wailing like a banshee, loud and proud as a terrified three-
year-old be.
When the wailing starts, it rivals Luci’s and wins only by a very small margin.
He gets top priority in Richie’s arms, and half of his time spent with MJ is in
the shared sanctum of his Mama’s lap. Richie can really just sit there and
cradle them close while they curl up together and soak up the comfort their
mother provides.
They both have a solid dependency on their Mama, as most children of Omegas do,
is compared to children of Betas or two Alphas.
 
That’s where little Luci becomes the odd one out. 
Even though it’s fairly clear she’ll present as an Alpha once she grows up,
while her twin and younger brother will be Omegas, she’s fairly independent. A
bit of a black sheep, she’s a natural-born leader and despite being a clear
Alpha, she’s the most like Richie by far. That similarity can sometimes drive
her apart from her mother, even if neither of them means to. She’ll want to
play with him, to roughhouse and start fulfilling a need to prove her strength.
Richie, who’s still pregnant with Charlie and unable to do such a thing, ends
up butting heads with her quite a lot.
She has a mouth on her, and she’s got all the spitfire of Eddie with all the
smack-talk of Richie. She has a problem with authority, and never listens to
rules unless she deems them just. Doesn’t matter who dishes them out; she’ll
speak her mind if she thinks something is bullshit. Being scolded and punished
is a norm for her, and it doesn’t faze her unless it comes from Richie.
Sometimes Eddie would worry that Luci acted out so often because she lacked the
close bond with her mother that her younger siblings did.
That turned out to be bullshit.
                                     ————
In the one instance where Richie had really scolded her, after calling her
teacher “A useless fucking cunt” , he had very firmly scolded her. It had
resulted in a screaming fit, and finally, Richie yelled back at her. “I’m not
having this argument with you, Lucille Coraline! You don’t call your teacher a
useless cunt, no matter whatshe said to Michelle!”
“I’ll call her one if she’s gonna be one t’ Michy. Mama!”
“Lucille—!”
“She’s a cunt! Cunt, cunt, cunt—!”
“Lucille Coraline Tozier, up to your bedroom, right now!” That happened to be
the wrong thing to do because Luci went red in the face and angrily stormed off
to her room, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.
Richie, who at the time was teetering on nine months pregnant and beyond angry,
went to calm down and take a bath.
Eddie came home from picking up MJ from school, and Jack from kindergarten, and
calmed Richie down upon finding him in the bathroom crying. Ten minutes of
coaxing and calming later, Richie went to go make amends with his oldest
daughter. He was instead gifted with a gut-wrenching sight.
She was curled up under the hoodie he’d been missing for weeks, and her entire
room was absolutely decimated, which was odd, because surprisingly, out of her
and her sister, she was the neat freak.
“Lucille?” Richie started hesitantly, very carefully trying to wade through the
sea of clothes, toys, dolls, drawings and various collections of rocks, “Baby,
can I talk to you please? I want to apologize,” Luci didn’t even move the
tiniest bit beyond the very shallow rise and fall of her side, which showed she
was at least still breathing.
That seemed to be it, though.
See, that was the thing; she was never desperate for Richie when she got upset
or stressed, but once she hit a limit, if anything, she was the worst out of
all three  Kaspbrak children. It’s rare, but when she melted down, she melted
down so violently she would just mentally check out, and then the beginnings of
depression would kick in.
“Lucille?” Richie started again, heavily sitting on the bed and gently resting
his hand on her shoulder. She jolted only the slightest bit, and Richie was
partially convinced that it was from himself, and not her. He coaxed her into
rolling over to face him, but she just looked… Defeated.
As soon as she made eye contact, her little face just crumpled, and she bit her
lip, starting to tremble as Richie pieced together what was happening.
“Shh, hey, hey, baby, come here,” As fast as someone in the end of pregnancy
could manage, he scooped her up into his arms, cuddling her close and kissing
the crown of her head, her freckle-splattered nose, and her chubby little
cheeks, trying to do everything he could to reassure her he still loved her
unconditionally. “I didn’t mean to yell at you sweetie,” He started, still
getting nothing but a few shaky whimpers in reply, “I just— Luci, hun, you
can’t call someone in authority a ‘useless fucking cunt’. I would know, I’ve
gotten in trouble quite a lot for saying shit like that,” Hoping to get at
least a hint of a smile out of her, instead he just received a half-hearted
noise of something- a noise of acknowledgment or the starting of a sob, he
couldn’t determine which.
“Alright, C'mon,” He sighed. Nothing was going to fix this other than a good
ol’ cuddle session in the nest, and he was long overdue to have one from his
oldest. “Let’s get you to the nest and cuddled up, yeah? Maybe Papa will be
nice and make us some ice cream while we watch some dumb old movies?” She
nodded numbly, which he took as a sign of improvement, no matter how small it
was.
                                     ————
 
It doesn’t do as much as Richie had hoped. After two days, it becomes apparent
that she’s hit one of her depressive episodes. But this had to have been her
worst one to date.
Both Richie and Eddie have to be there as often as possible just to get her to
sleep and eat, and she will legitimately just stop functioning if left alone.
She won’t eat, she won’t talk, she won’t play or sleep; she just curls up in a
ball and she won’t even cry.
She just loses all her will do so anything and both Eddie and Richie have to
gently coax her back into everything. It takes days of reassurance that ‘No,
Lucille, you’re not an annoyance to us, you have never been and you never will
be,’ after her first words in three days had been “I’m annoying to everyone.”
That had broken Richie’s heart, and Eddie had to take over because Richie could
not stop his hormones from leaving him a blubbering mess. “I’m such a bad
parent, Eds—! She— She thinks she’s annoying to us! I’m no better than my
parents!”
Eddie had two distraught messes on his hands that day and spent the day trying
to calm and soothe both his mate and his oldest daughter down from their
respective meltdowns. Not that he minded in the slightest; nothing is more
important to him than his babies and his precious mate. School and work be
damned; they would never be his main priority if anyone in his family,
especially his sweet baby girl or the love of his life, was this upset.
After that hurdle halfway through the week, Luci starts to improve slowly, but
she needs MJ and Jack there too afterward.
Her mind has just completely turned on her. It had convinced her into thinking
she was an annoying, worthless brat that everyone in her family hated. It
really becomes a whole family effort to calm her and reassure her that she’s
loved and they all appreciate her. She still clings to Richie the most while
the whole family is cuddled up together.
Richie can’t even work, not that he needs to, but a distraction from seeing his
first child so distraught twenty-four/seven is a bit easier on his hormone-
addled state. Not that he would ever tell Luci that.
Whatever she needs, be it him telling her over and over that it’s okay, or that
he’s here and that he understands, he does.
He gets it. Really, he does.
Richie had felt the exact same way as a child— that he was a bother, a nuisance
and unwanted— but his parents wouldn’t do anything to help him. He later
learned that his father had agreed with his son’s sentiment, and his mother, at
the time, had been too drunk to really realize he was in such a state. Richie
had to force himself to function until he literally couldn’t when he was
growing up. He would have awful bouts of not functioning for weeks on end, up
until when Eddie came into his life and finallysomeone realized what was
happening.
Eddie had stepped up to the plate, even before either of them had presented, to
help his best friend through the episodes when his parents wouldn’t. As Richie
so proudly claimed to Luci and their little ones, Eddie had been a good Alpha
to him before they even knew what it meant to present and be mated.
So while Richie understands how crucial it is for Luci to know her parents
care, he also knows it really is about support in general. Had it not been for
Eddie, he shudders to think how he would have ended up. Probably like his
father, or, more likely, his mother. Had he gotten himself into a loveless
mating like she had, he knew he would have drowned his sorrows in alcohol just
as she had. Not to mention, even with Eddie’s constant support from the time he
was ten up into the present, ten years of total emotional neglect had fucked
him up mentally and had left its scars on him.
It still does pain him sometimes, knowing up until the twins were conceived and
his mother had gotten her shit together, his parents didn’t care about him,
well, really at all.
He would rather die than have his baby girl feel the same way at any point in
her life. He gladly supports all of his children unconditionally, no matter if
they were planned, accidental, brought along a surprise sibling, or sent him
through a hellish pregnancy.
He loves his babies.
Chapter End Notes
     go an read some more of my stuff if you liked this, it's all along
     the same-ish lines of ABO and MPREg bc a) the It fandom does NOT have
     enough of it and 2) its what i do B)C
End Notes
     there's gonna be three chapters, idk what the hell is happening with
     the viewpoint of these headcannons, sometimes it's in standard fic
     format and sometimes it's headcannons. Will I ever get my shit
     together? Probably not lmfao
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