push, pull // buckingham nicks au

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last chapter h o l y shit guys
THREE YEARS LATER MOTHERFUCKER
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Lindsey collapsed into the comforting mattress, sighing heavily. "Lindsey?" Stevie called, walking into the tour bus. "Hey!" She smiled when she saw her friend. Stevie's smile faltered though, and she swallowed hard. "I-I need to talk to you," Stevie said softly.

Lindsey sat up, concerned. He nodded, signaling for her to continue. "I still have feelings for you, and I'm afraid if they don't go away soon, I'll have to leave the band."

"What? Steph!" Lindsey's eyes widened. "You don't have to do that, I promise! I-I still love you! I've always loved you!" He exclaimed.

"Really?" Stevie whispered, looking up at him.

"Yeah, really."

"I-I love you too, Buckingham."
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The crowd cheered, some staring at the diamond ring that hung on Stevie's finger. "Alright, alright! Calm down, Fuckingham and Nicks have an announcement!" Lindsey glared at Christine, who simply giggled.

The audience quieted down, and Stevie approached the microphone once again. Lindsey reached across the stage, clasping her hand in his own as he approached his microphone. "We're engaged!" They shouted in unison, both breaking out in wide smiles as the audience erupted in cheers.
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"And do you, Stephanie Lynn Nicks take Lindsey Adams Buckingham to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do!" She giggled, and Lindsey lifted her veil.

"You may now kiss the bride!" The priest exclaimed. Lindsey and Stevie's lips met slowly, molding into one. He cupped her cheeks with his hands, and pulled away and grinned.

"We're married." He whispered, as the guests cheered.

"Yeah." She replied, clasping his fingers in her own. "Forever?"

"Forever, Mrs. Buckingham!"