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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2 voice strength: ★★★★★ shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life. notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not. hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok. picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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[ Three lunches to pack, three backpacks to make sure are by the door and three sets of shows. As much as Rich liked to "hang loose", when it came to getting the kids to school, routine was everything. Same for at night and winding them down enough to put them to bed. Breakfast had been eaten and put away. The rest was just getting them ready to get out the door.

He follows Ed's voice and shakes his head at the twins. ]

How did we end up with a pair of nudists?

[ But he takes Amelia, telling her she needs to "wake up, honey. it's not Saturday". Because of course their kid sleeps in on the weekends instead of getting up to watch cartoons or something. ]

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Jeez, I wonder just how something like that might have happened.

❪ cue one long, a bit pointed, look as eddie reaches down to grab one of the twins clinging to his shins and transferring the child under his arm before doing the same with the other one. they are a mess of giggles, as always and he can't help smiling despite the trouble they could cause so early into their mornings but at least they were nice enough to wait until after breakfast.

amelia, meanwhile, continues to lull about in her half asleep state even as she transferred between the hands of her fathers. slowly though, she blinks and mumbles out: "You have to braid the other side just like daddy did." before she blinks heavily once again.

returning with two bundles of clothes, eddie sets about finding a place on the couch to start redressing the two with only the slightest struggle. they have not quite got rapid fire talking down yet so rapid fire wiggling will have to suffice. ❫

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[ Richie frowns at the look, ]

What? I keep my underwear on, thank you very much.

[ Only to sigh at how Amelia woke up long enough to tell him how to braid her hair. It was a good thing they both spent all that time watching videos on how to braid and style hair for girls. He takes the recliner while Eddie has the couch. With Amelia on his lap, he tries to keep his focus on getting the other braid just right. But it's hard, listening to the other three over there and he has to bite down on the inside of his cheek in order not to laugh and lose what concentration he has on his task.

Braids are serious business for their little girl and wanting to look nice for school. ]

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We signed Amelia's permission slip for the zoo trip, right?

❪ eddie ultimately ends up sitting sideways to hold one twin down with his shin while dressing the other with a skill that comes from having to do this multiple times a day. being held down doesn't seem to deter them either as they continue to giggle and squirm but thankfully the noise seems doing it's job in waking amelia up from her near coma.

unlike her younger siblings though, she does her best to remain still until richie finishes and she can hop down and spin around happily as that energy kicks in. eddie, meanwhile, finally finishes one toddler and sets her down. ❫

Robin, go hold your sister's hands. Amelia, you and you dad are on button duty.

❪ amelia nods, hand held in an awkward salute before taking both of her little sister's hands. he, after all, still has one more energy high, giggling toddler to dress. ❫

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[ He nods, almost done with the braid. ]

Yep. Right before dinner.

[ He kisses the back of her head to signal he's done and then gives her a little golf clap at her spinning, doing his Vincent Price impression "beautiful, my dearest". He gets up to get the shoes back on the one twin that was dressed now. ]

Take these off again and I'm taping flip flops to your feet.

[ Which is met with an emphatic "NO". ]

Oh yes, I will. You keep these on.

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Do you hear that? ❪ eddie says, a grin on his face as he straps number two back into their clothes. ❫ Your dad really will tape 'em to your feet and then your toes are gonna fall off in the cold. Then they won't be near as cute as the ones you have.

❪ he pulls on one just for show and earns another round of giggles but it's enough to give him the chance to finish getting them into their clothes. who needs the gym at this age when clearly all one needed was a set of toddlers who couldn't keep their clothes on? shoes are, thankfully, easier than clothes and before he knows it the twins are (thankfully) dressed again and babbling to one another as they do. ❫

amelia, meanwhile, happy as a clam simply leans into richie's leg with a small frown. "I also have to write about where I live and where my parents grew up. I'd rather just talk about the dresses Auntie Bev made me instead." ❫

It would probably be a little more interesting since your Dad and I grew up in a really, really small town. ❪ that seems to get her attention and she perks up. "How small?" ❫ Smaller than you.

❪ excuse her as she seems to have a crisis, patting herself down and then looking between the two of them. "But that's too small! How would everyone fit?" ❫

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[ Richie laughs at the way Eddie talks about their toes, even going "God, Eds. I wasn't gonna go that far." But the job is, thankfully, done in a matter of minutes and he is twisting at the waist to pop his back when he feels Amelia lean against his leg.

Thinking about Derry wasn't always pleasant but at least this way they could focus more on how they had a pretty good time together as kids. The whole monster clown thing not a topic of discussion for anyone outside of the Losers club. ]

We were smaller back then, too. I was about this big and Daddy was only this big. Very small.

[ Which he, of course, made it out like Eddie was the size of a lunchbox. Which, also of course, gets a laugh out of their daughter. ]

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❪ to which eddie can only roll his eyes. ❫ Beep beep, Richie.

❪ to which the twins respond with a chorus of "Beep beep!" as eddie moves to get their book bags on them and herd them toward the door. he can't the way his gaze lingers on their oldest daughter though and her own curious look that she continues to give richie not that her giggling has ceased from his explanation. "But you were all shorter than the funny clown, right? Even Dad was shorter."

and that makes him pause hard in his tracks, not realizing he's holding onto the straps of a book bag too tightly until robin is trying to squirm out of his grip. eddie just has to smile, patting her down and letting her go. although his gaze flickers to rich, it settles on amelia with a small smile. ❫

What do you mean, sweetheart? ❪ to which he just an equally odd look as if he should understand what she's talking about. "You know, the funny clown with the red balloons. He was really, really tall." ❫

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[ Richie holds his hands up in surrender at getting "beep beep" from three different people but is still smiling. At least until their daughter mentions a tall clown. And then being kids. He feels his heart stutter and then his stomach drops when she mentions the red balloons.

He looks to Eddie before swallowing hard. Kneeling down, he tries to keep his voice from shaking as he kneels down to look her in the face. ]

Honey, where did you see this clown?

[ Because if she says "in the sewers" he's probably gonna lose it. ]