Reddie Oneshots

The Power Of Sexting

i found this shit on ao3, by piginawig
i think its veryyyyyyyyyy cute and i love how eddie tries to re-write history
btw, have yall ever played gay chicken? it sounds honestly really fun to me and i dont think i'd be bothered by it bc im pretty fuckin gay
i wanna play >:/

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It had started as a joke.

A kind of gay chicken, is how Richie had described it. He and Eddie had found it hilarious the first time, when Richie had sent the first picture and got a response he wasn't expecting: what the fuck?

It was toward the end of their senior year of high school, and Eddie's mother had only just deemed him mature enough to own a smart phone. With his for-emergencies-only flip phone discarded and a shiny iPhone in hand, Eddie had taken to constant iMessaging with his friends. It was rare that he wasn't messaging with at least one of them.

Which is how it was so easy for Richie to accidentally send a photo to Eddie instead of his Tinder match. The photo was in his bathroom mirror, tight black jeans slung low on his hips and a ridiculous pout on his face. His shirt could be seen on the counter, and he was clearly flexing his almost non-existent biceps. He had taken six before the perfect one was chosen, and he attached it and sent it to a girl named Candace.

Almost immediately, he got a message from Eddie. Eyes widening, he realized he had sent the picture to Eddie, with whom he had just been having a conversation about DC versus Marvel.

E.K.: what the fuck?

R.T.: fuck

R.T.: that was meant to go to someone else lol

E.K.: do you really do that stupid duck face when you send pictures???

R.T.: excuse u??? stupid DUJck face??? that is sexy picture Gold. like u don't make faces when u send pics

E.K.: I don't even send pics but I know mine would be better than that!

R.T.: pls, u could never

Richie sent the picture to Candace as he awaited Eddie's reply. When it came, he almost dropped his phone. Eddie stood in his bedroom in front of the mirror that hung on the back of his door. He was wearing sweat pants, his usual on the weekends, but he had a thumb hooked in the waistband so that the hem of his underwear could be seen. He wasn't looking at the mirror, his eyes averted toward his phone and a small, coy smile on his face.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed in his hand, a small notification dropping from the top. Candace had sent an image. He found himself suddenly uninterested.

R.T.: not bad for a beginner

E.K.: NOT BAD? that is so much better than yours

R.T.: shoulda taken ur undies off eds, woulda been a lot better

E.K.: oh shut the fuck up

Their conversation drifted back to comics, but the image stuck in the back of Richie's brain. Eventually, he saved it to his Dropbox and deleted it from his phone, not letting himself think too hard about why. Life had gone on, and neither boy brought it up again, until their third month living in New York City.

Richie had a small apartment and Eddie had spent the summer bunking with him, before finally moving out into his dorm at NYU in August. They were only about a ten-minute walk away from each other, but not seeing each other every day left Richie feeling a bit lost. He had made friends at the radio station he was interning at, and when they invited him out he agreed. He found himself drunk at one of his friend's apartments, scrolling through his messages with Eddie. It was fucking stupid how much he missed him.