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early 70's bn fluff. they just can't keep their hands off of each other!
early 70's bn fluff. they just can't keep their hands off of each other!
the dream was never over, the dream has just begun...after the tearful conclusion of the Extended Play tour, Stevie and Lindsey wake up back at the beginning.
a love story in three parts. buckingham nicks. based on before sunrise/before sunset/before midnight.
Stevie and Lindsey's journey into parenthood. Sequel to "I Loved You From The Start"
A tale of two tours- Tusk, The Dance, and points in between. Sex, drugs, rock n' roll, and heavy angst ahead, so consider yourself forewarned!
"So I will let the echoes of your laughter fill my mind And I won't try to fight the drug you are Maybe you will welcome thoughts of me from time to time And you'll just let me hang out in your heart" Multi-chapter fic set during the Say You Will tour, inspired by videos and reports from this time, but with my own spi...
A little one shot, set during the Tusk tour. Lindsey turns up unannounced at Stevie's hotel room...
Tusk era, old habits lead to a complicated situation for Stevie and Lindsey. Can they finally make their relationship work?
A different chapter on a different prompt. Will be set from 1969-present.
Turning to the cabin opposite her, its door almost completely open, she squinted in the direction of Lindsey’s bed, trying to determine if he was also slumbering..
They’d crept back to her hotel room from a band meeting less than ten minutes ago, her hand in his, knowing exactly what was happening, what was going to happen...
He held them out to her awkwardly, like this same scene hadn't played itself out for the past seventeen years, and so she smiled softly at him, not bothering to feign surprise at his appearance at her door...
Lindsey never bothered using the defense ‘we’re just friends’ when Carol Ann worked up the nerve to confront him about his relationship with his ex...
The first line they crossed breached the gap between friendship and romance. Their first kiss was not memorable, not anything special. But she always remembered it...
She’d been more than a little nervous about this during the past week and hated, really hated, the sinking feeling low in her stomach that told her this was a huge mistake...
She could hear the rain falling lightly outside her hotel room and shifted closer to her lover’s body under the comforter, curling up against his side and resting a hand on his bare chest, running his fingertips through the graying hair there...
She can remember the time when she thought that being with Lindsey again after all this time would be the most frightening, disconcerting, unstable, unsafe thing imaginable for her...
He was unfairly cute, his darling curls just begging to be messed up even further. Unfortunately, he had someone to do that for him already...
He was uncomfortable and she could see it. Every twitch, every fidget, every little glance towards the door all highlighted the fact that he couldn’t wait to be gone. Frankly, she couldn’t wait either. Everything about this moment felt wrong.
Her place was (or, at least, ought to be) next to him, holding his hand, but instead she was sitting next to his eldest daughter, simultaneously trying to comfort her and draw comfort from her.
A non-chronological look at what destiny could’ve had in store for Buckingham & Nicks
One night she returns Mick’s raising of an eyebrow (curious, disbelieving) with a grin, one that Karen would label ‘smug’, maybe even ‘shit-eating’.
It was awkward. He didn’t know what to say to her. And she, the woman who had never been short of something to talk about, just stared up at him.