problematic ➳ reddie

123 (old readers, this is a new chapter!)

December ❀ age 23-24

"Ready to go m'monsieur?" Richie straightened his tie and glanced at his watch. He heard soft steps coming from their bedroom so he looked up at dressed up Eddie in his little bowtie.

"Oh wow..." Richie sighed and even drooled a little bit.

"Stop it, you're the handsome one!" Eddie threw his hand in front of him lazily and checked himself in the mirror one more time, put a strand of hair behind his ear and turned back to his fiance. "I'm ready."

"Look the faster we get home, the better..." Richie eyed Eddie up and down, earning a slight smack to the bicep. "Alright, let's go!"

"Excited?" Eddie asked as they left their apartment.

"Hmm...am I excited to be nominated for the best comedy podcast...now that's a tough one. I might have to think about it and tell you in an hour." Richie tapped his chin.

"You're such an asshole." Eddie groaned and pressed the elevator button.

"I'm excited that you're gonna be there." Richie smiled and left a sweet kiss on top of Eddie's head.

"Stop it, stop it! You're ruining my hair!" Eddie swatted Richie away while the other one just laughed. The smaller on then looked up at Richie and gave him a smile. "And I wouldn't miss this any day, are you kidding me?"

"Well yes, but do remember that there will be very attractive males and I am your fiance after all..." Richie lifted a brow as they walked in the elevator.

"If Heath Ledger or Brad Pitt won't be there, then yes, you are my fiance." Eddie smiled and pressed the lobby button. The elevator doors closed.

"And if Angelina Jolie or Leonardo Dicaprio aren't there, you are mine." Richie pointed out.

"Deal." Eddie chirped and shook hands with Richie.

"Oh the things I would do to get Ledger to-" Eddie groaned, but was silenced by Richie's lips on his.

They shared a rather heated kiss and lucky for them no one was in the elevator with them. Richie pulled back and smirked. "You were saying?"

"Well uhm...I...good point, Richard." Eddie coughed and the elevator doors opened, leading them to the lobby. Richie didn't reply. Only hummed contently and walked out, Eddie following.

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When they got to the gala stadium, that's what Stan had called it, hundreds of cameras were flashing as they got out of the car. Richie could sense Eddie's breathing getting thicker, so he proudly put a hand around his waist and squeezed.

"Don't worry, I'm right here." He whispered in Eddie's year, making the other nod and inhale deeply and exhale even deeper. "I know...thank you."

"No problemo Eddie spaghettio." Richie grinned and smiled to the cameras, even making some goofy faces.

Eddie only smiled nervously at the flashing lights, finally lifting a hand in front of his eyes since they were blinding him. When they got in, they were surrounded by at least fifty suited people. No paparazzi, only fancy and subtle photographers.