90s band fanfics and imagines

Hey everyone! I have a masterlist which can be viewed on the tumblr web page, but here’s one which you can hopefully use on the app. Let me know if you have any problems, the link to this will be in the description if you need to find it again.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven Part One

Chapter Seven Part Two

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty 

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty One  

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty Six

Chapter Forty Seven

Chapter Forty Eight

Chapter Forty Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty Two

Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Four

Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty Six

Chapter Fifty Seven

Chapter Fifty Eight

Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty One

At this point, you are all aware of what’s been going on in the world. Me and my mum tested positive for coronavirus yesterday, and per my countries guidance, I am self-isolating for the next 14 days. Although my symptoms are there, I haven’t been hospitalised thank God because only extreme symptoms past 7 days are in a real danger and in need for hospital support. I’m keeping positive though, it just seems as though I won’t be leaving my house for a fair few weeks. I just wanted to let you all know and also to wish you all well. I hope that you and your families are safe, and that where ever you are from, you are taking your government’s advice on the situation. Stay safe and I love you all xxx

YAYYY I’m so glad you liked it. I tried to make it more interesting than usual since it took so long for me to find the time to write again. Eddie’s being a little jelly right now but he’s also cute so we can forgive him

“I called on the phone earlier to make sure that the Centrepieces had been delivered and I was assured by whoever the fuck I talked to that they had been received and were being placed on the tables as we spoke. Clearly that was a fucking lie, so where the fuck are my centrepieces?” Ash bit out, her whole body tense and as she spoke to the manager. The pale faced man who looked like he was about to shit himself went to opened his mouth to respond when he was cut off again by the pissed off bride.

“Do you know who you’re dealing with here? Because as far as you’re concerned our wedding is going to bring hundreds of dollars in for your hotel. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I thought that Rolling Stone was going to be coming on Saturday to write an article on it. So if you don’t get me my fucking centrepieces then I’m assuming you want me to take my business elsewhere and allow them to benefit off of your mistake.” She finished. Ash was short, about 5”4, but the look on the man’s face made it seem like he was facing up to Goliath. And as much as she knew her best friend was letting her emotions get the best of her, Layla still felt afraid herself of what she would do if everything wasn’t in order for Saturday’s wedding and reception.

 “Look, let’s all just calm down and talk to the delivery service. I’m sure we can figure out what’s happened and get it sorted out.” Jeff stepped in, trying to neutralise the situation.

 “Do you have an office with a phone or something, somewhere where we can talk this out and try to fix it?” He continued and the owner nodded eagerly before directing them through a hallway on the side of the ballroom. Layla raised her hand up to her mouth, attempting to hide the laugh that was about her escape her when Ash turned back and gave her a glare, shutting her up immediately. The pair left the room but not before Jeff turned around to her and rolled his eyes as if to say ‘this is what I’m marrying into’.

 She felt bad for him. No one could have predicted that Ash would get this tightly wound up over the wedding, but all the pressure from the press and media was making her feel like she needed to have everything perfect. Layla completely understood where she was coming from, but she could not wait for everything to be over so she would go back to the Ash that she knew. And she could bet Jeff felt the same.

 But nothing could spoil the excitement that everyone was feeling for the next two days. It was all anyone had been talking about and Jeff was constantly being teased about settling down despite the fact that he had claimed he would stay a single man for the rest of his life. The two of them were perfect together and Layla smiled when she thought about how neither of them had realised the other had feelings for them at first. They were lucky that she was such a nosy best friend who played matchmaker and forced them to talk about how they felt. At least she was going to take the credit regardless of what anyone else said.

 “What are you smiling about?” Eddie’s voice pulled her from her daydream and she noticed that she’d been staring into space for a while with a dreamy look on her face. She turned and looked at him briefly before moving around the tables and making sure that everything that needed to be on them was there and in perfect order.

 “Nothing, just lost my head there for a while.” She replied with a neutral tone. She noticed that Eddie had been doing that more and more since they had seen each other again. Acting like everything was normal. He treated her like a friend, which she wasn’t complaining about, but it felt like there was a massive elephant in the room they were ignoring. And she didn’t understand how he could be so casual about it. They hadn’t had many interactions since but all of them had been polite. This was the first time they were talking after their dispute outside of the restaurant without someone else in the room, and she felt a sudden urgent awkwardness descend on them both as they made their way around the room, fixing placements and straightening the chairs.

 “Is there a Layla here?” Someone said from the entrance of the ballroom and she turned to find the receptionist.

 “Yes, that’s me, why?”

 “Someone’s on the phone for you, they asked for a Layla. Didn’t give a name. You can use the landline in the corner, I’ve put them on line four.” She said before walking out of the room.

 Layla looked around and spotted the phone. She could feel Eddie’s eyes on her as she walked over to it and picked up the receiver.

 “Hello, Layla speaking.”

 “You need to come back. These people here have no fucking clue what they’re doing. I asked one of them to get me some baby powder because I can’t get into all the latex without it, and the asshole comes back with icing sugar from the canteen like I’m not supposed to tell the difference between them. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that Layla, bake a fucking cake? Although I wouldn’t mind sticking my head in the oven if this tour doesn’t finish soon.” Trent’s voice whined through the phone and Layla had to stop herself from laughing as he went on and on about how bad things were without her there.

 One thing she knew to be true was that Trent liked things done a certain way. He wasn’t a diva by any means but he also didn’t pay people to mess things up. He took music and performing very seriously and hated the thought of charging fans loads of money only for him to not perform a show that they were never going to forget. And that meant getting his latex and leather shorts on with baby powder.

 “Look, it’s only a couple more weeks and then you can go home and sleep for the next year if you want to.” She replied, although she also wished she was on tour with him right now. She wouldn’t miss Ash’s wedding for the world, but in the short amount of time that they had known each other, her and Trent had become a sort of brother and sister pairing. They would stay up late to talk about all their problems. She would talk about her family’s death and abusive past and he would confide in her about his depression and drug taking. Neither of them were the most stable of people so to have someone to talk to that could understand the shit that you were going through helped. The one time that she had refused to talk to him about something was when he brought up Eddie. He of course knew that they had been in a relationship and wanted Layla to talk it out so that she wouldn’t bottle up all her feelings, but she quickly shut him down and they vowed that they wouldn't talk about it until she was comfortable.

 “Look, I’ve got to go for soundcheck but I just wanted to call to see how you’re doing.” He said quieter and she could hear the concern in his voice.

 “I’m fine, honestly. Just excited about the day after tomorrow.”

 “Well I am too.” He responded and Layla’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

 “Why?”

 “Cause I have a date.” He stated and she started laughing, her cheeks hurting from the smile on her face.

 “The Prince of Pain has finally taken his head out of his ass I see.” She joked and he scoffed down the phone.

 “God, I’m not asking her to move in with me yet. Just dinner.”

 “Well good luck, hope it goes well. I’ll talk to you later.”

 “Yeah, I’ll call you before we leave New York.” They said their goodbyes and hung up. She turned back around to start up her task again, but saw that Eddie hadn’t moved from where he had been standing before, and he was staring at her intently.

 “Problem?” she enquired, trying not to sound snarky.

 “No, not at all. You just sounded excited to be talking to whoever you were talking to.” He said sheepishly.

 “Yeah, well he’s a hoot.” Her sarcastic retort was meant to end the conversation but clearly he had other ideas.

 “He?” She turned around to see him looking at her with a somewhat unreadable expression on her face.

 “Yes, Trent.” She clarified, although she didn’t know why she felt the need to. It’s not like she owed him an answer.

 “Oh, of course. Sure… You seem close.” He spoke slowly, as if trying to find the right words to continue on his little questioning he had going on. Layla huffed as she moved a chair out of her way to get to the next table.

 “Well, he’s like family.”

 “Oh.” Came what sounded like a relieved reply, which confused her.

 “Oh?” She repeated, not knowing what his problem was.

 “Yeah, I just thought you were together or something.” Eddie started to go back to arranging the tables, but this time Layla was the one who continued the conversation on.

 “What does it matter if we were?” She asked accusingly but he wouldn’t look up from what he was doing now. She waited for him to reply and after he realised she wouldn’t stop looking at him until he did, he sighed exasperatedly.

 “It doesn’t. I just thought it was a high possibility. I don’t care about it so can we please just get on with it.” He near pleaded, although she could hear frustration in his voice. It didn’t matter though as she processed his words, her mind jumping to every conclusion possible.

 “What, do you think I’m not capable of holding down a job in this business without getting involved with people who could help my career out? Should have known your opinion of me hadn’t changed.” She huffed out and walked away from him, her blood now boiling. Before she could walk more than a few steps, a hand grabbed her by the arm and she spun around to face Eddie’s flustered and panicked face.

 “That is not what I meant by that at all and you know it. And I’ve never had that opinion of you. Not now or ever.” Their eye contact was so intense that she had to look away, and she pulled her arm out of his grip quickly. She hadn’t been touched by him in over two years, and the contact had made her feel warm and dizzy, something she had no business feeling. But even after all this time she couldn’t help that he was so fucking handsome and had so much of a fucking effect on her and she hated it. And what she hated more was that every time she looked at his face she saw the Eddie she met at the record store, the Eddie who had made her feel human for the first time. She could barely even recognise him as the one who had made her feel so small to the point where she left him.

 And not being able to see the Eddie who had hurt her was making her forget about the reasons they weren’t together in the first place.

 “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or suggest anything like that. It’s just… It’s just seeing you after all this time has fucked me up a bit. Not that I wasn’t fucked up before.” He continued and Layla just stared at him while he opened up. They had acted like they barely shared a history in the weeks leading up to the wedding and now she knew they were going to have to confront it.

 “When you left I was a mess. I could barely even stand to wake up in the morning. I hated the album we’d made, I hated the tour that we had to do. And I was drinking even more than I was before if you could believe it. And then I realised how fucking selfish I was. I thought that if I could do anything to make it up to you, then I owe you getting better. I stopped drinking. Stopped everything really. I know that doesn’t change anything and whatever you felt for me is long over, but I made sure that the next time I saw you, you would be proud of what I’d done for myself, for you.” His eyes were desperately flitting around the room as he tried to get through it, but she had no words to give back to him.

 “And then Jeff and Ash got engaged and I knew this was gonna be it. And I was so nervous to see you again. But I felt dead inside the minute I saw you because you looked at me like I was nothing. And that hurts more than if you’d have looked at me with anger and disgust. You looked at me like I had meant nothing to you. And it made me feel like everything I’d done was for nothing. And I know I have no right to feel this way, but the thought of you with someone else makes me feel like I’m having my heart ripped out. Because the thought of you looking at someone the way you used to look at me fucking hurts. It makes me feel like we didn’t have anything at all.”

 She had no idea what to say.

 What do you say to that?

 They stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, neither knowing how to address what had just been said.

 “Thank God that’s sorted out. Do you two want to go grab some chinese with us, I’m starving?” Ash’s voice cut into the ballroom, the space so massive yet so stifling at the same time.

 “No, I’m going to go home and sort some stuff out. I’ll see you guys later.” Eddie said, his whole demeanour the perfect picture of disappointment. He walked out before Layla could even get a good look at his face.

 What was she supposed to tell him? Did he want her to say something back now? Or were they supposed to go back to pretend each other didn’t exist?

 The wedding was going to be eventful.

*****

“Do you like it?” Ash asked and Layla could feel tears welling up in her eyes and she looked at the dress that Ash was wearing. 

Ash had picked out a wedding dress with her mother and some extended family. Apparently it was tradition for the women of the family to go with her. Which meant that Layla hadn’t been there when she was picking one out. Ash had complained for a week about it, saying she didn’t think she would make a good decision without Layla’s help, but looking at her now, she knew she’d done a perfect job. The dress was absolutely stunning, but Ash was even more beautiful. It fit her perfectly and was exactly what she could have envisioned for her best friend. 

And she knew that Jeff was going to cry like a fucking baby when he saw her.

“I love it. Oh my God, you look fucking amazing. Fuck me, I’m crying and I never cry.” She said and Ash broke out into the biggest smile, and Layla could see tears build in her friend’s eyes too. She couldn’t believe that her best friend was getting married. Seeing her in her dress made everything real. Ash walked off of the podium set up in front of the three door mirror in the bridal shop and reached down to grab one of the champagne flutes they had been offered by the owner as they walked in. Layla did the same and they both raised their glasses in a toast.

“To finding our soulmates.” Ash said, before knocking back the whole glass, not realising her friend had barely moved after that. After a couple seconds of pause, Layla did the same and drank the liquid that remained in her glass, her pensive stare causing her best friend to look at her in worry.

“You alright babe?” Ash asked and Layla jumped, pulling herself out of her trance.

“I’m fine, sorry. I’m just thinking about everything, you know? But that doesn’t matter because you mean everything to me, and I cannot believe how beautiful you look in that dress. You’re going to make Jeff a very happy man.” She said and the two embraced again.

“Okay, I’m going to get out of this before I spill champagne on it. I’ll be back in a minute.” Ash disappeared behind the curtain and Layla nodded before walking back to her seat. She could hear Ash talking to the boutique owner behind the curtain and knew that this was going to take ages before they finally left the store.

Layla glanced around the boutique and sat back down on the couch she has already spent half the day perched on. She wasn’t going to complain to Ash about it, since it had been such a magical day so far, but all she wanted was to curl up on her bed with some ice cream and then fall asleep for the next week. But unfortunately, being the maid of honour for the wedding meant she did not have that luxury. She started to flit through some of the magazines in front of her when she came across the latest SPIN magazine issue and focused on the front cover. Her luck had it that it was Pearl Jam glaring back at her behind all the headlines on the magazine. Layla stared at it for longer than was probably best for her own self-esteem, but she couldn’t seem to look away. It hurt to look at them all.

It hurt her to see Jack Irons, who had joined the year before. She remembered all the times that Eddie had stayed up late with her, talking about their lives. Jack had been mentioned countlessly not to mention he was the only reason Eddie had ever had the chance to audition with the band. 

It hurt to look at Mike, one of the sweetest guys she had ever known. No matter how bad things were going for him, he always seemed to put a smile on everyone’s face. 

It hurt her to see Jeff, the man who had practically been a brother to her since she had moved to Seattle, yet now seemed like a distant relative you only briefly acknowledge at family gatherings. It pained her to know that their friendship was hanging on by a thread, that thread being Ash. 

It hurt her to see Stone, a man who had been by her side through everything and pulled her through a relationship that had nearly broken her. No matter what he had always been truthful to her, even when she didn’t want to hear what he had to say. He always had her best interests at heart and to know they were barely acquaintances anymore made her heart ache.

But most of all, it hurt her to see Eddie’s face, still as fucking perfect as it had been the day that she had left him. She knew she had made the right decision two years ago, she knew that if she hadn’t have done it things would have gotten worse and it might have even ruined her life. But she still couldn’t stop the regret she had over things going sour. She wished she could go back to the way things were when they first got together. They had battled through so much to even get to that point that it felt like such a waste to throw it all away. But things can only ever look good in hindsight.

Layla sat back and thought of what would have happened if she’d stayed. The two of them would have continued to build resentment towards each other. Maybe it would have all blown up in their faces. Maybe it would have reached such a point that neither of them could have even looked at each other again. Would she have gotten the job she had now? Probably not. She was working for Nine Inch Nails because she had gotten the job, because she had decided what she wanted to do with her life. As much as Eddie had helped in getting her into the industry, she wouldn’t have her job right now if she’d have decided to stay. And what would the fame have done to their relationship if she’d stayed? It had a massive impact at that point already, and she knew it had gotten worse in the past two years. She could barely do anything without hearing about Pearl Jam this, Pearl Jam that. Eddie this, Eddie that. All that extra attention would have been destructive, and maybe he would have found someone else to be with, someone who could deal with the fame, someone who he actually wanted around him. That’s what hurt her the most. 

With a new resolve, Layla turned away from the magazine and simply stared at the wedding dresses surrounding her, deciding to completely expel him from her thoughts. If she had stayed she would have been more damaged than she already was.

*****