Also Can We Talk About How Self-harm Is Always Very One Dimensional.

Also can we talk about how self-harm is always very one dimensional.

Self harm isn't always cutting. It can be scratching, pulling hair, punching yourself, pinching, torturing yourself with hot shower, pulling out your cuticles, over exerting yourself, etc. because you don't think you deserve anything else.

romanticizing mental illness is dangerous and misleading

just absolutely living for bull’s face when lieb says “why don’t we just shoot bull here, feed the company for a whole week?”

“boi are u serious i will slap u with the power of arkansas”

Naughty Alphabet: Richard Winters

A = Aftercare:

Afterglow with this man would be just as soft and perfect as his persona. When you're done, he would tenderly cup your cheeks and whisper sweet nothings to you and ask you if you're alright. He would go and clean himself up, bringing some wipes so that he could clean you also. Then slowly he would maneuver you so that, he could hold you as close as possible while facing you, pulling you up a bit so you are just whispering and rubbing your noses together tenderly while looking at each other in adoration.

B = Body:

He loves your hands. He can incase them in his so easily, they cup his face so tenderly and most importantly they are the ones that reach and pull him to you, they show him that he is wanted, that he is loved. They are voiceless, but they can show all your emotions and needs.

What he loves about his own body, is his height. He is a tall man, and he enjoys it. It makes him feel strong. Not that he needs the validation of height, but he likes the feeling of being able to intimidate people who are threatening and being able to make his loved ones feel secure.

C = Cum:

He does it inside you. He is not an adventorous man nor a man with many kinks. He doesn't get pleasure from seeing you covered in his semen, he'd much rather see your belly swelling with the life born of your love.

D = Dom/Sub:

Dick is a tender dom. He likes being in charge, but he does not bring it to extremes. He likes having you completely in his mercy, because quite frankly it makes him feel worthy. Worthy of your trust, your pleasure. Things only shared between the two of you. You are his, and he is there just for you.

E = experience:

Dick is not a very experienced lover, for he wants to save physical intimacy for the love of his life. But he is a quick learner, and quite a specimen in everything that he does.

F = Foreplay:

Surprisingly, foreplay is Richard's favourite part of the act of love making. He likes taking things slow, just gently kissing you and tenderly stroking you all over. He would thrive on the small noises that you make, and the love that shines through your eyes.

And for the record he builds your stamina, because foreplay includes two orgasms minimum.

G = Games:

When it comes to sex, Richard doesn't play games. He sees no good in playing games at such a tender moment. Playfulness is for the naked mornings, but pleasure is for the naked evenings.

H = Handjobs:

Okay, quick hands are an issue for the both of you, or better said: greedy hands.

You love teasing Richard through his pants while you are getting it on. And you love getting him off on your hands. The crease between his brows, his parted lips as he leans against you as you jerk him off. The ethereal glow, and the noises he makes are almost enough to make you get off.

Richard likes fingering you while you two are making out in bed. He loves having you as close as possible, as your breath stutters, and your hips jump erratically. The squeks, as you grip him to get something to ground you, are music to his ears.

I = Intimacy:

Nothing related to sex is less than 100% intimate with this man. The two of you sink into your own bubble everytime, like there is no one else in this world. It's just the two of you, two lovers with nothing to hide from each other.

J = Jack-off:

Richard doesn't really masturbate. He has too much pride, self-control and guilt to do it. He prefers your hands, and he thinks that waiting will just make the reunion all the sweeter.

K = Kinks:

Richard has a praise kink and a breeding kink.

Hearing you praise him makes him feel proud, good, worthy. Just good enough in this unfair and greedy world.

And seeing you swell with his child. Boy oh boy, it gets him going. Seeing you so completely content, glowing, vulnerable and so his. The little creation of your love swelling inside you, makes him just want to keep you in that state forever.

L = Lewis:

Lewis is your personal sex therapist when it comes to sex related issues. Dick is extremely private so he you usually sort everything out just the two of you. But if he wants to surpise you, he goes for his best friend for advice, and the same if something unexpected happens while you are doing it, you can count on Nix to know the answer.

M = Mouth:

Richard can use his mouth very well. He can make you a buddle of titillated goo, just by using his talents on your lovely neck.

When it comes to his work downstairs, he will take his time. He will almost make you cry with overwhelming pleasure, before he even makes you come. And ones you are trembling all over, he will make you come like an earthquake was jostling you.

On the contary, he will never let you use your mouth to suck him off. It makes him feel dirty for making you pleasure him in such way. He doesn't want to feel like he is degrading you, so you have agreed that you will not put your mouth on his little Dick.

N = No:

He won't share you or want anyone else to witness you two making love. It is a moment shared between the two of you and he won't tolerate being interrupted.

Which Ronald Speirs learned very quickly, when his usually calm superior proceeded to threaten to feed him a pack of cigarettes and make his nicotine poisoning look like an accident after he interrupted the tender moment between lovers.

O = Orgasms:

You thrive in seeing each other come apart. In the thrilling moment of ecstacy, you both have found a strange fondness in each others pleasure. So much so that you get less pleasure from your own orgasms when compared to seeing each other cum.

Dick likes to overstimulate you, and you love turning into a puddle within his arms. Never have you felt so safe and content.

P = Position:

Your journey starts from this:

And goes to this:

Q = Quiet:

Richard doesn't make a lot of noise. At loudest he makes very throaty moans, but usually he mostly just grunts, or when you are jerking him off, whimpers so beautifully.

R = Rough:

To be honest, he can never bring himself to be rough with you. He will never beat you or manhandle you, it just feels wrong to him.

S = Secret:

Dick doesn't like people watching you have sex, but he likes when people know that the two of you are enjoying each other intimately, and that the both of you are more than satisfied. He loves his woman, and you love your man, people should know that.

T = Time:

Your intimate escapades take LONG. Talk about four hours of just pleasuring each other and basking in each others love.

U = Union:

One soul, one heart, but two different spirits who collide in the best way.

W = Worry:

You worry, that you don't pleasure him enough. He is happy with just pleasuring you, and basking in the moment with you that he just utterly and truly forgets himself.

X = X - Ray:

Little Dick is average girth, but longer than average. Dick is a tall man, and his little one matches.

Y = Your bed:

Z = Zing

What gets Richard really aroused, is when you touch his belly while you talk. The two of you usually stand before each other and you absentmindedly start stroking is lower belly, an innocent act just to touch him. But that wakes him UP.

Are you still there?

/Part 1 /

Richard Winters x reader

Okay, I know that some of the things about her enlisting are completely unrealistic, so forgive me, but in the end this is fiction so I hope you understand. 

If you want to know more, here is a link :): ANC

Four years since 1939. That’s how long I have been training to become a nurse or as the soldiers called me a Red Cross Girl. 

36 months of basic training with informal military training after. I did it to become a being who could do something in the middle of this bloody play of power. 

I had given it up, the dream of becoming a teacher, for this. For the fact that in November 1939, my father and brother got locked down into Finland, to fight. To fight for their roots. I want to do my part now, in here. To bring back peace, for it hopefully can be brought back. 

“You are on the opposing sides”, you may think. No, I am not. Both of my countries were attacked, and I don’t blame either for responding. You see, for four years, I lived in Finland, from the age three to the age of seven. My fathers side of the family is Finnish. My great grandfather came to America to look for a job, married another Finnish immigrant and started a new life. Then my father was born, later on he found a beautiful wife from Minnesota, and when I was three, we came to look for our roots. Being the first ones from our family to come back. I am fluent in Finnish, my father made sure of that. 

Now here I sit, at the age of 24, in a train, going towards Camp Mackall. My heart was racing and my palms were damp with sweat. This was truly it, here I was going to see Colonel Robert Sink, and be an unhappy surprise once again. 

“Ma’am we’re here” a young boy with a kind smile said at the door. I must have been more in my head than I thought. I give the boy a soft smile: “Thank you”

I take my suitcase and slowly step out. The more you know, there is a jeep waiting at the station. With a dark haired gentleman behind the wheel. “Sir, pardon? Are you possibly from Camp Mackall?”, I ask softly. He did not look happy and I had no intention of making his day any worse. 

“Captain Herbert Sobel. I was assigned to bring you to Colonel Sink Mrs.Winters”, how did he manage to make such an easy sentence so mean spirited I have no clue. I just continue smiling and step in. “Pleasure to meet you captain, it seems you already know my name, but still allow me to introduce myself. Sonja Winters”, I say kindly.

He just nods and starts the vehicle. The rest of the ride is very quiet. But if someones eyes could set fire to their view, boy oh boy, there would be a fire hazard in North Carolina. 

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My breath catches as we arrive at the camp. I gulp and let Herbert help me out from the jeep. “Follow me, Mrs Winters”, he says curtly and starts leading the way. The place was huge! Completely and utterly giant!

We walk for quite a while till we come to stand in front of an office. From the door and my orders I already knew who was in. As we get a permission to enter, my heart stops at the door. There inside, I see a familiar red head. The head of the man who had the hold of my heart. I only just notice Herbert salute the colonel and then take his leave. 

When I come to stand at attention in front of the Colonel, I can feel the baby blues burrow into my brain. Sink just smiles and says “At ease, you better sit now, we have much to discuss”

“It’s lovely to meet you in person, sir” I smile and timidly sit beside my husband, who is looking more broken inside than ever. He nods and takes out some papers, some of them being letters from me and my head nurse. 

“Lt. Winters I know that this is a surprise for you, a big one at that”, he begins, “but your wife is here to work as a nurse for the Easy Company.” He can clearly see the pain in my husbands gaze even as he remains stoic. 

“With all the respect, sir, do you think it’s safe to have her in that position?”, oh how I’ve missed his voice. His soothing voice. I bite my lip and dare not look at him. 

“We have been ordered to try to raise the morale of soldiers and at the same time raise productivity and resources in the army. Having the nurses from the ANC and the red cross, would do both “ Sink sighs, “I don’t necessarily agree with the idea of women being assigned like this, no offence Mrs. WInters, but we have to try. And Easy is a remarkable company, with you there keeping her safe”

“It’ll be easier for you to know where she is, and at the same time your assert will keep the men from harassing her. She is a married nurse, a risk on itself. This is only a try and if she becomes a distraction, she will be removed”

I look at Sink in the eye at the last sentence and I see the clear weight he put on those words. “Sir, I believe both me and my husband will be able to focus on our duty at hand. I have come here to do a job the same as everybody else”, I reason. 

Sink nods. “You both have damn good marks. I trust both of you on this, and that is why I chose you”. After a long discussion and some paperwork we are done. But only with two sentences from Dick. I knew my husband, he was mad. He wouldn’t shout, but this demeanor oozed his distress. 

“Take Nurse Winters to the officers barracks, that will be the safest place for her lieutenant. Welcome to the company! Dismissed”and with that I was left alone with my dear husband. 

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The first steps we take in the hall are very quiet. Then I open my mouth. “I miss you”, I whisper and keep my eyes ahead. Dick gives a long sigh while carrying my suitcase. “This is not the place for such discussions, Nurse Winters”

I keep my eyes ahead, but I can feel them watering. His voice is like a whip to my heart. “I understand, sir”, I say louder this time. I can see his expression falter. We walk quietly side by side to the barracks. I can feel the long looks and hear the questioning as we pass people.

 When we make it to a barrack, he lets me in first. I can see that there are three beds in there. Two filled, one empty. From the belongings I can see that one of the beds is definitely my husbands. I hear the door being shut behind me as Dick too steps in.

Once the door is shut I open my mouth. “Dick, please, we have gone through this once already”, I beg as I look at him. For the first time he looks me straight in the eye. “You know that I love you, you know we can’t do this like this”, I rasp. 

“Sonja, we did discuss you joining the nurses, and yes you going near the battlefield, but we never had any conversation about you joining a company full of men”, his voice was stern as ever, eyes not holding their usual warmth. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he continues: “You could be attacked by your own comrades, you could become the reason they are too distracted to do their duty” He is looking down at me. His tall stature towering my 5′5 frame. 

“I want to do my duty too, Dick. I want to help!”I shake my head as I speak “I was deemed fit for this program, I-I don’t want to be useless”,I whisper looking down at my hands. 

My heart skips as he raises his hand to take mine. “You were never useless”, he whispers back raising my chin up. We take our time just looking at each other. He breaks the silence. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? We’ve been writing, why didn’t you write to me”, he looks so confused it hurts. 

“We weren’t sure of it till couple weeks ago, I didn’t want you to... well get worried and react like this”, I say tenderly cupping the side of his face. There are no words to describe how good it feels to be near him. Smell him, hear him, feel him. “I miss you so”, I sob. My sob does it for him, and he pulls me against him. My arms around his waist and his cheek on top of my head. My sobs turn into a small giggle. “I love you, god I love you”I whisper. I feel his hold getting tighter at my words. 

“I love you too”he whispers and kisses my hair. All I can think is the fact that he is holding me again, my Richard is holding me, telling me he loves me. Until the door opens with a bang and we jump apart. 

We are met with a chuckle and a man with a smirk and bushy eyebrows. 

--- This will probably be rewritten, but for now I want to see how people react to this idea---

From a personal standpoint, I would have been devastated had Nixon been killed. As a leader you do not stop and calculate your losses during combat. You cannot stop a fight and ask yourself how many casualties you have sustained. You calculate losses only when the fight is over. Ever since the second week of the invasion, casualties had been my greatest concern. Victory could be eventually ours, but the casualties that had to be paid were the price that hurt. In that regard Nixon seemed a special case.

-Richard Winters in Beyond Band of Brothers

Are you still there?

/Part 5/

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l yawned as I sat with Eugene Roe and Ralph Spina at the train wagon. My head was aching and my throat was sore. It was really getting tough to stay awake. I wasn’t going to ask for sick leave, but I felt like there was a spiky hairball stuck to my throat. So much for enjoying the train ride. No, Sonja, you are finally able to relax a little. I shouldn’t be ungrateful and take these moments for granted. 

I slowly take my cross pendant and give it a little kiss of thanks for the little moment of peace. Ralph raises his brows from across me. “You praying?”, he asks kindly. 

I shake my head: “I’m thanking God for being able to rest.” He nods and looks at me with a soft look. Eugene also smiles, they truly are a pair of truly empathetic men. “So you’re religious?”,Eugene asks. 

“Evangelical Lutheran”, I answer. “My whole dads side of the family is, with you know them being Finnish. I was actually confirmed there”, I explain. Religion was something I valued. It did not rule my life, but belief was something that gave me a feeling of contentment. I want to live a pure life, and as long as I keep my intentions pure, I want to belief that something out there is looking out for me. 

“Do you actually speak Finnish?”, the Cajun gentleman asks. I chuckle “Yhtä hyvin, kuin sinä puhut Ranskaa”, I answer and they look at me both very confused. I giggle at their expressions. “I just said that: As well as you speak French”

With Richard and Lewis

Richard Winters was calmly writing into his notebook as he heard a very familiar voice behind him: “Going my way?”

The red head stopped writing for a moment. “Where the train takes me”, he answered. Being the calm and collected man he was, he didn’t feel the need to pester his friend for information. Even if he seemed to be very adamant for him to take interest. 

“Where do you suppose that might be?”

“Haven’t got a clue”

“Yeah, come on. Take a guess. Atlantic, Pacific, Atlantic”, the button eyed officer hints. Richard continues writing to his notebook. He couldn’t deny being a little curious, but he could live without knowing. Lewis on the other hand couldn’t live without sharing. “I’m not the intelligence officer”, Richard interrupts his friends guessing game. 

“As such, I know, but if I told you, I’d have to kill you”, Lewis quips as he leans closer to Dick. 

“So don’t tell me”, Dick answers just as cool and collected as before. It truly amazed Lewis, the amount of self restraint the lieutenant in front of him had. It was admirable, but amusing as well. If your humor is sick enough of course. 

Lewis makes his way and sits in front of his friend. “New York City. Troop ship.England. We’re invading Europe, my friend”, he says seriously and pulls a flask from his back pocket. 

“Fortress Europa”, he salutes and pushes the flask towards his friend. Dick still looks as cool as before. “Since when do I drink”, he inquires dryly. The dry expression and amusement leave his face quickly after Lewis ends up admitting to hiding a case of his favorite whiskey: VAT 69, into his pristine friends footlocker. Dick was not sure which worried him more, the fact that his friend had just sneaked it in or the fact that his friend was so actively drinking. God knows he didn’t want to see Lew hurt. 

Dick looks very displeased as Lewis offers the flask to Harry, before a thoughtful expression takes over as he looks at the flask, making Lewis raise his brow. Was he really considering taking it?

“Sonja’s throat was sore. Might be wisest to get her here and offer some without the men seeing”, Richard says after a while. Lewis shakes his head: “She is a nurse! I’m not wasting my VAT on that” he chuckles. 

Richard raises his brow, looking very displeased again. “And since when was her health a waste”, he whispers looking very serious. Harry next to him laughs. “God Nix, go find her or he’ll be pissy all day”

Nix nods and stands up with a smirk attached to his face. Dick shakes his head, and people dared to say that traveling with friends was pleasant. 

Sonja

My brows furrow as I see Lewis Nixon make a very determined path towards me. And no there was no chance he was coming to see someone else. He locked his eyes with mine and you could see the mischief dancing in his brown orbs. 

He smirks as he stands next to me quickly nodding to Spina and Roe, before leaning closer and whispering into my ear: “Josef calls Mary, I repeat Josef calls Mary”

I pull a face and look at him like he had just gone crazy. He seems to be happy with that, and takes my arm helping me up, before taking a hold of my shoulders and literally pushing me where he wants. 

“Lewis, could you kindly explain, why you decided to kidnap me?”, I ask with mock kindness. “As I said, Josef needs Mary”. I roll my eyes at his joke. 

“You really aren’t as funny as you think you are”, I point out, before I let out a small cough. “Shut up, holy Mary, I’m absolutely hilarious. Though you sound a little rough”, he says and I do hear the actual care in his voice. 

I look at him tilting my chin up and smile gently. “Just a little sore throat. I’m a nurse I know how to work it out”, I soothe. He just shakes his head and says under his breath: “Don’t I know it”

When we make it to their seat Harry jumps up from next to Dick and he and Lewis maneuver me over to his old place. 

“Okay, Maiden fair rescued from the wolves, and Knight Lewis Nixon just got off the hook, thank you” 

So much for being subtle boys. I look around and see no alarming faces. With that I slouch a little and lean against my husbands shoulder. Richard seems to do the same check and brushes my thick brunette locks back before planting a kiss on my forehead. Harry is looking at us with a soft grin, he really was such a romantic. As was I, him talking about Kitty made me feel all kinds of joy for them.

Then he does the most surprising thing, he holds his hand out for Lewis’s flask. I open my mouth to ask why was he offering his teetotaler wife a drink, but I don’t get the chance. “Drink, it’ll ease your pain”, Richard whispers and holds the flask near my mouth. 

My mouth comes to the most loving smile as I look into his eyes. This caring angel of a man. “You noticed, huh?”I whisper tenderly.

 I raise my other hand to tip the flask with his and take a small ladylike sip. The taste is..not my favorite and I pull a face. It felt like those shivers you get when you drink cold tea from the bottom of the mug. 

“Thank you”, I whisper and we pass the flask back to Lewis. Who looks positively horrified. “I just gave you five star liquor and you pulled a damn face. No woman, you don’t say thank you. You apologize”, he scolds. I can’t even tell if he is serious or not. 

“oh forgive me oh lord of sin”, I say tiredly and lean against Dick even more heavily. “that’s more like it”, I hear the pleased answer. Richard takes my hand and intertwines our fingers. I sigh and sleep better than I have slept since I left Lancaster. 

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