After the trauma of clawing her way out of her own grave Buffy can't sleep without being haunted by the nightmares of it. And there's only one person she wants to turn to for comfort.
Meanwhile Willow has her own demons to battle, and if she doesn't win, it could have dire consequences.
Ripples by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]
Sometimes a tiny drop is all that's needed to ripple into something greater.
Wild Things by cawthraven [NC-17]
Buffy dumped Riley and feels pretty good about it until her friend tries to get them back together. Fortunately, a little bonding, a lot of booze, and some horny poltergeists get in the way.
"What Uncle Sam Really Wants"
"A brilliant distillation of the real motivations behind U.S. foreign policy, compiled from talks and interviews completed between 1986 and 1991, with particular attention to Central America."
“At the end of the line, members of Lovell’s team were counting bullet holes in their Humvee and marveling at holes in the rest of their gear. Stinetorf showed me a long gash through the canvas of his North Face backpack where an AK-47 round had carved its path only inches from where he’d been standing.
“I’m guessing their warranty won’t cover this,” he said, fingering the rip“
starting off with Badass Bryan photos because I'm a biased motherfuqer
I know a lot of these have made their way to tumblr before, apologies for the duplicates, but I just really need to picspam myself with everything I nabbed and organized from the Generation Kill fan group on Facebook because the world deserves these beautiful collections of late 2000s cringe!!!
Scrolling through all the photo albums was a Life Experience and 3 study hours obviously spent on not studying, would highly recommend it, 11/10, I saved all my faves and they got me through 24 days of sleepless hell, save your favorite cringiest photo to pass your next big milestone in life ajdsgfhfaadjfhjasgd
Would you mind writing something with Stiney? Maybe reader works as a translator or medic, and after a particularly rough day she tries to distance herself because she’s overwhelmed but Stiney knows her too well? Comfort?
Give It My All | Michael Stinetorf
A/N: i have to admit, i had to look up his full name 😂 he’s a cute michael, lemme tell you-
MASTERLIST
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the humvee door, letting out a hard sigh. Everything ached, and you wished you could have a decent night’s sleep. There were too many things to take care of, too many people to watch over. Even just that one little boy today, that one child that you could have saved. But you couldn’t. He would stick with you for a while.
“Just one night.” you muttered to yourself. “One night of undisturbed sleep, that’s all I ask. No more nightmares. No more...”
“Y/N, you hear what I said?” a voice called from the other side of the humvee.
“What?”
“Nothing. Look, you okay, Y/N?” You still couldn’t place who had spoken. “You’ve been out of it all day.”
You held out a thumbs up for him. “Nah, m’doing just fine.”
“Hmm. You don’t seem ‘just fine’.”
“M’okay.”
What time was it? You’d have to get ready for night watch soon.
You pushed your thoughts away and pulled out your gear, but a hand gently took it from you and put it aside. You looked up and protested at whoever wanted to stop you, but were greeted with the concerned face of Stiney. Your protests immediately turned to grumbles.
“Y/N, did you eat anything today? Get at least a decent nap in?”
No, you hadn’t. You hadn’t felt like eating, and you hadn’t been able to sleep. You just made your way through the day as best as you could with what little bites of your MREs you could manage and a quick 20 minute nap here and there.
“I’m okay, Mikey.” you tried arguing again. “You don’t need to worry about me.”
“You need to get some sleep; your power naps aren’t enough.” he gently scolded.
“I know!” you snapped. Sighing, you massaged your temples and let your shoulders sink with defeat and exhaustion.
“I know.” you repeated, softer this time. “I know, but I can’t sleep. Every time I try, it’s always the same nightmares taunting me. I just wish they’d go away.”
He sighed, and pulled you into a warm hug. You didn’t even try to pull away; you immediately let out a tired breath and closed your eyes, resting your head over his heart.
“I always worry about you, you know.” he whispered after a while. “I worry that you’re not taking care of yourself. I know you too well to know when you’re feeling sad versus when you’re exhausted.”
You smiled at that.
“You’ve been distant all day; what’s wrong?”
You opened your eyes and were surprised to find your vision was blurry. It took a few moments to push back the tears that suddenly appeared.
“I could have saved that boy...I could have pushed him out of the way, could have-”
A sob tore its way out, and you fisted your hands wherever they found purchase on Stiney’s flak vest.
“I’m so tired of seeing all this bloodshed. I’m so tired of having to patch up kids that would otherwise be okay if we hadn’t set those weapons out. I’m so tired of having to patch up idiot Marines. I’m so tired of it all...I just want to sleep, Michael. I want it to be over.”
“I know, baby, I know.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I know it hurts. It’s gonna be alright, I promise.”
You sniffled and frowned. “How do you know that? It’s all the same every day, nothing’s gonna change.”
“It’s gonna be alright,” he repeated. “Because I’ll be there, okay? I’ll be with you, and I’ll hold you, and I’ll chase your demons away.”
“You can’t possibly do all of that.”
“Maybe not,” he agreed, gently tilting your head up. “But I can damn well give it my all.”
You stared at him, a smile slowly spreading across your face. “Jesus, when did you get so poetic.” you snickered.
“So I’m a romantic; sue me.” he laughed, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.
“Stiney!” a voice interrupted. “Fick needs you up front!”
He sighed, spun your back towards the humvee and sat you down, telling you he’d be back in a jiffy. He reappeared just as the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon. He stood by you, leaning against the camouflaged metal as you kicked your legs in small circles and leaned your head against the seat.
You reached for his hand, your fingertips lightly brushing his before he looked down and smiled at you, grasping your hand more firmly and intertwining your fingers with his. You squeezed his hand gently, and smiled when he squeezed back. It was an unspoken “Thank you.” from you, a quiet gratitude.
You finally fell asleep that night, holding Stiney’s hand like a lifeline.
I was watching an episode of “No Man Left Behind” and look who I spied… Stiney! Bjorn Steinbach portraying Keni Thomas in the episode about the Battle of Mogadishu.
