everybody wants to love you!
anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)
Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.
Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.
“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.
The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”
Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead
“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”
His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”
The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.
Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold
Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.
“I want to die.”
He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.
“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.
Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”
Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”
He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.
I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun
Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.
“What are you smiling about?”
He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.
When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun
“My soulmate’s singing.”
Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”
“God bless her fucking soul.”
Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.
“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.
The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”
The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”
Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”
Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”
“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”
Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.
“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.
“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.
Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.
Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say
“Really? Now of all times?”
“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.
Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”
“No, not really.”
Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up
“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.
“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”
The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.
I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore
“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.
He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”
I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up
“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.
His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”
True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.
“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”
Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.
“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”
Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”
He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”
“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”
He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.
“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”
Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”
Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.
He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”
Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”
“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”
Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.
“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.
“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.
“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.
He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.
[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh
[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck
[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please
[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life
[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you
[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you
“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”
Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”
Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you
He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”
Bill raised an eyebrow.
His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.
How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one
“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”
Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.
“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”
A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.
“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.
“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”
Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.
“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”
Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.
“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”
“You’re in that band?”
Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”
He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”
The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”
Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.
“Is he always like this?” he asked.
Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”
Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.
“Beep beep, Richie.”
Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”
He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.
“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.
“This isn’t the first time.”
Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.
Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.
“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”
“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”
Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”
Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?
“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.
“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”
Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you
They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.
“Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!”
Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.
“Everybody wants to love you.”
He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.
“Everybody wants to love you!”
Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.
“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”
He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”
“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.
Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”
“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”
“Bill introduced me.”
Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”
“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.
“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.
“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.
The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”
Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”
Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”
“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.
Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.
Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.
“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”
Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”
Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”
“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.
“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.
“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”
Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.
“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.
“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”
Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”
Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.
“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”
Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.