Perfect- Reddie Song Fic
Warnings: literally like two swear words
Song: Perfect- Ed Sheeran- Divide Album
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Richie remembered the day when he realised he was in love with Eddie. Well, half-realised. They were only seven years old and Eddie wasn’t allowed to do gym class with the rest of the kids because his mother said he was still too delicate. Richie would sneak out of class or even hurt himself just to sit on the bench with Eddie. He would crack jokes and make fun of the teachers just to make Eddie giggle.
Not knowing what it was
He remembered that one day he realised what he felt when he was with Eddie. He always felt happier. Worry-free. Once Richie hurt himself quite badly and Eddie started freaking out, somehow pulling a whole freaking medical kit out of tiny fanny-pack.
Richie had watched as Eddie attended to him but the feeling of pain was long gone. Instead, Richie felt…different. Not a bad different, just different. His stomach warmed up and his mood changed rapidly. He realised he felt this when he was with Eddie and that’s when he decided he would be around Eddie as much as he possibly could.
I will not give you up this time
Once Richie and Eddie fought. They were twelve and though Richie couldn’t recall what the fight was even about he could never remove the image of Eddie crying. He paused his yelling as Eddie sobbed, begging Richie to calm down.
Something clicked in Richie’s brain and without even thinking about it Richie had rushed to Eddie and pulled him into a tight hug. Though confused, Eddie hugged him back. The two stopped fighting there and then, Richie made sure of it. He’d never fight Eddie if he could help it. They may bicker all the time but Richie would never hurt Eddie again.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark
After the whole ordeal with It, Eddie wouldn’t go outside at night. Now at fifteen, he’d only leave to go to Richie’s, occasionally. Richie was pulled back to reality by Eddie’s voice.
Somehow, Richie had persuaded Eddie to come to his house, saying that he’d let Eddie pick what they watched when he came. Richie had led him to his garden though, turned on the radio and made Eddie dance with him. Both boys laughed and danced to songs, singing at the top of their lungs. Well, Richie was. Eddie was little more considerate towards the neighbours. Then Eddie started complaining.
“Richie, my feet hurt,” Eddie whined.
Eddie had thrown on the first shoes he saw and they were quite small. He was complaining and Richie told him to take his shoes off. Eddie looked at him as if he was insane. Put his feet on the dirty ground? I think the fuck not.
Richie sighed before taking off his own shoes. He told Eddie to do the same.
“What are you doing, Trashmouth?” Eddie mumbled, kicking off his shoes. Richie took Eddie’s arms and placed them around his neck.
“Stand on my feet,“ Richie said. Eddie looked at him, shrugged and did so.
With you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass
Listening to our favourite song
Richie swayed with Eddie to the radio, which was playing ‘Africa’ by Toto. It was very peaceful. Until Richie decided to speak up.
“This is pretty gay, Kaspbrak. You sure you’re not into me?” He teased. Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked him on the back of his head.
“It’s only gay if you make it gay. If you shut up, it won’t be.” Eddie snapped. Richie chuckled nervously.
“What if I want it to be gay?” Richie rushed out. Both boys paused.
“You what?” Eddie whispered.
“I kind of have a big ass crush on you, Eds. Surprise,” Richie muttered. Eddie pulled away from Richie.
When you said you looked a mess
Richie was mentally preparing himself for rejection, or even hatred from Eddie. No matter how hard he tried though, he could still feel the tears in his eyes.
“You like me? As in like-like me in a non-heterosexual way?” Eddie asked, baffled. Richie nodded.
“That’s the definition of gay, Eddie. Which, I am. Once again, surprise.” Richie joked, putting his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts. If he masked his pain with comedy, then maybe he could leave with some of his dignity. The calm expression on his face was the complete opposite of how he was feeling inside. He felt as if his heart was slowly being ripped apart.
Eddie, on the other hand, was the one freaking out.
“How? Why? I’m a weirdo. I thought I had asthma for my whole life and other diseases and it just turned out I was weak!”
“You’re not weak or a weirdo. You’re a loser. So am I. So are the rest of our friends. I think you’re fine the way you are, Eds. You’re quite cute too,“ Richie said gently, scratching behind his neck nervously.
“Richie, I look like a mess. Especially right now,”
I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it,
The words slipped out of Richie’s mouth before he could even filter them through his head. He ducked his head down, embarrassed, silently thanking that it was night time so his sudden red cheeks were hidden. It was silent and Richie heard the twigs on the ground snap and assumed Eddie was leaving. A single tear started to roll its way down his face when it was suddenly wiped off by Eddie’s thumb. Richie looked up, shocked and confused.
"I like you too, Trashmouth,” Eddie whispered. Without warning, he leaned up and placed his soft lips on Richie’s. Richie was stunned, not stunned enough to not kiss back, but stunned. It was sweet kiss and, for once, it left Richie speechless. Eddie giggled and pulled back slightly.
“You really think I’m cute? Even now?” Eddie asked him. Richie shook himself out of his state and nodded. He repeated the words he said earlier to him, the words that lit up Eddie’s whole face.
“Darling, you look perfect, tonight.”
don’t sue it’s not my song it’s Ed Sheeran’s song. Go listen to it it’s quite cool.