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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

#Band of brothers masterlist #Band of brothers imagines #Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcannons #ron speirs #Joe liebgott #floyd Talbert #skip muck #Eugene Roe #Babe Heffron #james moe alley #Shifty powers #pat christenson

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footprintsinthesxnd · 5 months

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Doomsday

So despite what the name of this post says this is actually a little surprise and a thank you to everyone from the discord group and tumblr who supported me recently. It’s inspired by the song ‘Doomsday’ by Lizzy McAlpine and is supposed to be a happy little thank you but the song says differently 😂 I’ve included all the characters that I know my mutuals love and ones people have chosen with the discord group. I just want to say a massive thank you to you all and I love every single one of you so much. So as a thank you please head on down below for your little surprise 🩵

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @mads-weasley @liptonsbabe @historyisfullofwars @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @mutantmanifesto @malarkgirlypop @bucky32557038ww2 @panzershrike-pretz @xxluckystrike @whollyjoly @land-sh @onlyyouexisthere @liptonwashere @samwinchesterslostshoe @coco-bean-1218 @next-autopsy @holdingforgeneralhugs @kafka-ohdear @wexhappyxfew @noneedtoamputate @lostloveletters @bloodstainedsaint @currahee @liptonsbabe

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rebeccapearson · 10 months

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band of brothers appreciation week 2023 day three: underrated characters {insp.}

#bobweek2023 #bobedit #hbowaredit #perioddramaedit #band of brothers #moe alley #pat christenson #smokey gordon #alton more #ed tipper #popeye wynn #tv: band of brothers #gifs*#honestly there were so many characters i wanted to include #but i decided to just stick with some toccoa guys :')

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machinecreature · 1 year

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Band of Brothers 1x09 Why We Fight

#band of brothers #bobedit #hbowaredit #pat christenson #burton christenson #michael fassbender #elise gifs #listen he's the boy of the day. they rotate

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staud · 2 months

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masters of the air 1x05 – band of brothers 1x10 ↳ requested by anon

#hbo war #hbowardaily #masters of the air #band of brothers #ronald speirs #bucky egan #pat christenson #charles crank cruikshank #gif #full disclosure that line wasnt offscreen i just didnt wanna gif it cuz of the blood #damn bob looks ancient next to mota #ty for the request!

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dontirrigateme · 3 months

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Just Christenson getting in trouble

#band of brothers #bob #easy company #hbo war #hbowar #pat christenson #kenneth webb #he has the best I'm In Trouble eyes

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lewis-winters · 4 months

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How David "Web" Webster Figured Out That He Is In A Committed & Serious Relationship: A One Act Play

Characters:

Pat Christenson - An Innocent Bystander, curious friend. Amused 100% of the time.

David "Web" Webster - An Idiot.

Joe Liebgott - Isn't an Idiot, really, but he's in love with one, so what does that make him?

Props: A Bottle of Champagne with the foil and cork still on and Two Big Wine Glasses.

Setting: A New Year's Eve Party in somebody's home, implied to be a close friend of all three men. The play opens with Joe getting up from a couch all three men are seated on, with Pat clearly separated (but still close) from the other two, who share a space. Joe has gotten up with the intention of getting Champagne flutes as Web struggles to undo the foil of the Champagne bottle and pop it open. Amused, Pat watches on. Joe exits stage, leaving them together.

Pat: So what's the deal with you and Lieb?

Web: [still struggling to open the bottle, has resorted to picking at the foil with his blunt nails] Oh, you know. Just casual.

Pat, incredulous, a little bit concerned: You've been together, exclusively, for a whole year.

Web: Oh, that's nothing! Cuffing season, if you will.

Pat: That's one long cuffing season.

Web, rolling his eyes, sure that Pat is reading too much into the situation and is getting the wrong idea: Global Warming.

Pat, still unconvinced: ... Sure.

Web, annoyed now at both friend and bottle: Look, if you don't believe me, just watch.

[Joe returns on stage, several paces away from where Pat and Web are seated, and carrying in each hand a wine glass that is decidedly not supposed to be used to serve champagne. He gives off the air of somebody who doesn't quite care for such silly conventions. Yet, he smiles at Web, mischievous, soft, and fond, when the other man turns to him, light hearteded disapproval on his face. Unfazed by this, Web turns back to Pat, conspiratorily, as Joe slowly makes his way back to them.]

Web, quietly: I'll scare him away like I did my other relationships. Then you'll see.

[Web winks at Pat, who is slightly alarmed.]

Web: This works like a charm.

[Finally making it back, Joe takes his seat next to Web, so close, they are ankle to ankle, thigh to thigh, and shoulder to shoulder. Since Web is still struggling with the Champagne bottle, Joe hands one wine glass to Pat, leaving an arm free to sling around Web's shoulders.]

Joe, curious: What does?

Web: Nothing, Liebling. Thank you. [He smiles, a mirror of Joe's earlier one; mischievous, soft, and fond-- but, most importantly: genuine] I love you.

[A beat. Pat is stunned. Web is waiting.]

Joe, confused but also, slightly amused: Yeah, I know? I love you, too?

[Another beat. Stunned silence. Then, the Champagne bottle, having been struggled with this whole time, suddenly erupts with a poignant sounding POP! startling just Pat, who hurries to catch the new bubbling stream of booze with the empty glass. Unfazed, meanwhile, Web and Joe remain entranced with and in each other.]

Joe, content and unguarded, but also laughing, like maybe he's making fun of Web a little: You're spilling everywhere.

Web, startled, distracted: Huh? [Turning to the bottle and righting it in hopes of containing the carnage.] Oh! Yes! Um. Yes. Uh.

Joe: [Hands him the other glass, kisses his cheek, then gets up, again.] I think they have solo cups in the cupboard.

Web: Solo-- Now you're just pushing it!

[Joe laughs at him, loud and mocking. Exits stage.]

Web, avoiding Pat's eyes: ... Uh.

Pat, smug: What's cuffing season but indefinite?

Web: [He takes a long pull from his glass of Champagne. Embarrassed, but also a little pleased.] The... Ice Age?

Pat: [Raises his own glass of Champagne] Here's to that, then.

-END SCENE-

#band of brothers #webgott #joe liebgott #david webster #pat christenson #estrella_marie #was just playing around with story mediums

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hellofanidea · 5 months

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Here, have a scene from Parachute Infantry by David K. Webster.

It was about ten in the morning, and I was drunk already, because we were leaving Saalfelden for Kaprun, where we would start training in earnest. "Always in a rush," I muttered. "We have to finish the gin before we go. Here, have a drink."

He shook his head. "Second squad's outside already."

"Piss on the second squad."

"You're drunk," Winn said, slapping my back. "day and night." He laughed. One of the first athletes returned from Zell, he had helped mix and consume a pitcher of iced tea and gin while we prepared to move out. "That's the kind of squad leader I like." He lifted a tumbler and drank it down.

"Have a drink, Chris," I said. I poured the mixture into another glass until it spilled over onto the frayed reed rug. "I don't drink myself," I remarked as I lifted the pitcher, put its side lip against my mouth, and wet my face. "but I like to see other people having a good time."

#i can't quite tell if this is funny or sad #this isn't even including the next bit where he can't get into the truck and then has to be dragged out at Kaprun #and THEN wakes up late for retreat and gets chewed out for having a badly presented uniform #band of brothers #david k webster #parachute infantry #pat christenson #like buddy i think you might have a problem. but also the image of this man tipping a pitcher of spiked iced tea on himself whilst making #a joke and then passing out right in front of his truck after telling his squad they're the best is pretty amusing.

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next-autopsy · 5 months

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A/N: Well, hi there!

I'm back! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, lmk what you think, I love hearing from you guys x

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: swearing, casual 1940s racism, yelling/fighting, not much else tbh....

Tags: @malarkgirlypop, @panzershrike-pretz hmu if you want to be added

Made of Glass

Chapter twenty one: Chock-a-Block

The next month was uneventful compared to previous ones. June was slow and felt heavy, dragging on and seeming longer than it was. Birdie spent a lot of the month by George’s side The two became increasingly close, sharing all sorts of pleasantries and childhood stories. Birdie loved hearing about his nine siblings and the practical jokes he pulled on them. It reminded her of her own mischievous family who she was missing more than ever.

July came and went by comparison. Birdie received a letter from her brother-in-law, stating his wife, her oldest sister, Helen had safely given birth to the couple's second child. They already had a little boy, Daniel and now were blessed with a girl. They named her Gracie, a variation of Bernadette's middle name and asked her to be the newborns' Godmother. Of course she was ecstatic and accepted gleefully. Sadly, she would miss the babies christening but the sentiment was there.

By the end of August, rumours were spreading that they would soon be on the move. Their next destination was a curious speculation. A bet ran through the regiment: Europe or the Pacific?

September started and the 506th was preparing to move once again, leaving Camp Mackall behind. Easy presented themselves prim and proper in their class A uniforms and packed everything they had in the basic olive green sacks provided for their belongings.

A train awaited them, the soldiers climbed aboard without question. It was packed but no one minded too much, they just bunched up and invaded their neighbours personal space like it was a game.

Bernadette shuffled through the teeny walkway of the moving train, legs and bags stuck out making her journey that much more difficult.

“Birdie! Saved you a seat!” Her attention was captured by the brown haired man calling out to her. She smiled when she saw him, guarding the space next to him like it was his job. Bernadette tried to make her way closer to Luz but the train wobbled and threw her off balance. She toppled over ungracefully and landed atop someone's lap.

She began spitting out apologies and her face turned red, rightfully embarrassed by the situation. When she looked up and saw Liebgott's face smirking at her, she wanted to die; right then and there.

“Good trip?” That shit eating grin made Birdie want to slap him, she settled for rolling her eyes and scoffing instead. Birdie got up and balanced herself, making sure to use his shoulders to aid her ascent. She shoved him hard enough for him to understand she was less than pleased about the whole ordeal, but in a playful manner so that he knew she wasn’t really mad. Joe smiled at her, a genuine smile that reached his eyes and caused her to reciprocate.

“Birdie!” George called out again, sensing she was distracted and needed some prompting. She whipped her head round to him and nodded to show she had heard the impatient man.

“You better go before he screams so loud the whole train hears.” Lieb joked, he didn’t really want to send her away but there was no real reason for her to stay. The southern woman spoke softly, telling him she would see him around before joining her friend at the other end of the train car.

Liebgott had been accepted into her posse with little resistance, he was already friends with most of the guys she hung around anyway. It was mainly Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere who didn’t love the fact that he and Bernadette were on friendlier terms, the two still held grudges against him for his previous treatment of the woman. He didn't really blame them, he had been particularly difficult when it came to Coldwell.

Over the past months, Joe had come to terms with the fact he actually wanted to be Birdie’s friend. Tipper kept trying to get a love confession out of him but he was adamant it wasn't like that. Sure he liked the woman, but in a totally platonic way of course. Besides, they were both soldiers being sent to the front lines, when would they have time to date and fall in love? Not that he wanted that. He didn’t.

Joseph Liebgott was perfectly happy being friends with Bernadette Coldwell and that was that.

The train had taken hundreds, if not thousands of soldiers aboard to a shipyard in Brooklyn, New York. It was Birdie’s first time in the city, though she didn't get to see much of it as they were ushered onto the SS Samaria in an orderly fashion.

The sun began settling, turning the sky a beautiful mix of pink and pastel orange, Birdie's favourite shade of the fiery colour. Luz had snagged a life vest for the woman and shoved it on her so he could pull her out onto the deck and watch as the ship passed the statue of liberty.

It was a surreal moment, one Bernadette would always remember. The green lady loomed over them, as if bidding the soldiers goodbye and good luck. It felt real now, they were finally leaving their beloved home country and joining the war effort.

As the ship left the mainland of America behind, the sombre mood grew. George and Birdie shared a cigarette on the deck before returning to the bunks below. It was crowded, more than the train had been and now, the lack of space was starting to get on everyone's nerves.

Everyone tried to keep themselves busy, playing cards, writing letters home or reading whatever books they could find. Most of the men smoked freely which caused the already state air locked in with them to be tainted with tobacco.

After five full days stuck in the overcrowded, sweaty mass of men, Birdie had had enough. She was ready to get off this ship, unsure if she could take another day. She had seen men get sick from the constant swaying and vomit where they stood and now she was noticing the raise in tempers as cabin fever descended.

It was unbelievably hot and all Birdie wanted was some fresh air and silence but conversation continued on around her, disregarding her wants.

She could hear Muck and Malarkey chatting to each other while they approached the area she was stewing in. The men in question climbed up the sides of the hammock like cots as you would a ladder and settled into the spaces next to and above her.

“Hey guys, I’m glad I'm going to Europe.” Toye spoke up, inserting himself into the conversation. He pulled out his switchblade knife and flicked it open for dramatic effect, “Hilter gets one of these right across the windpipe. Roosevelt changes Thanksgiving to Joe Toye day, and pays me ten grand a year for the rest of my fuckin’ life.”

“What if we don’t get to Europe? What if they send us to North Africa?” A voice from above Birdie called down. The woman tried to shuffle closer to Bill, her bunk mate, to see who it was but his body got in the way and unless Birdie wanted to mount the man, it would remain a mystery. Bill ruffled her hair and plucked the cigarette out of her hand.

“My brothers in North Africa.” Guarnere took a long drag of the stolen smoke, “He says it's hot.”

“Really? It’s hot in Africa?” You could actually see the sarcasm coming off of Malakey and he paused his reading of the comic he held in front of him to make fun of the man's obvious comment.

“Shuddup!” The Philadelphian shot at the redhead before continuing, “The point is, it don’t matter where we go.” Birdie reclaimed her cigarette while Bill was distracted, mid sentence, “Once we get into combat, the only person you can trust is yourself, and the fella next to you.”

Bernadette cleared her throat, raising her eyebrow at her talkative friend as if to tell him to rethink his words. Bill rolled his eyes and added, “Or lady next to ya. Happy?” She nodded, that would suffice.

“Hey, as long as he’s- uh… they’re a paratrooper.” Toye added from his place by their boots, trying to avoid a glare from the Mississippi woman.

“Oh yeah?” Luz exclaimed from the opposite side of the aisle, “And what if that paratrooper turns out to be Sobel?” He was climbing up to his bunk on the top most rack, George hoisted himself up and past Christenson, who added his two cents to the discussion,

“If I'm next to Sobel in combat, I'm moving on down the line. Hook up with some other officer, like Heyliger or Winters.” Pat had a special hatred for the CO after he was made to march twenty-four miles, full pack and in the dark, half of it completely alone; all on Sobel’s orders.

“I like Winters. He’s a good man.” Bill began speaking once more. It was then that Birdie noticed Skip leaning over his hammock above her and poking his head down so she and Malarkey could see him. Malarkey eyed up the cigarette he had in his hand and silently asked Muck for a puff, she shook her head and giggled at the two.

“But when the bullets start flying, I don't know if I want a Quaker doing my fighting for me.” Guarnere thieved Birdie’s nearly finished smoke yet again, she responded with an outraged, “Hey!” but he ignored her, pushing himself up and jumping down to the ground. Bernadette shuffled over into the empty space Guarnere had left.

“How do you know he’s a Quaker?” Skip asked, flipping down into Birdie’s, now vacant, cot and giving her an unlit cigarette to make up for the blatant robbery he had witnessed.

“He ain’t Catholic.” Bill shrugged, snubbing out the butt of his pilfered tobacco stick on the floor with his boot.

“Neither is Sobel.” Don called, passing his comic to Skip who immediately started flicking through the pages with interest.

“That pricks a Son of Abraham.”

“He’s what?” Liebgott, who sat across from where Bill now stood, had perked up at the term he used. He was happy to listen in to the conversation, it kept his mind occupied but when the expression was used like a slur he had to say something.

“He’s a Jew.” Bill clarified, assuming Lieb just hadn't heard the phrase before.

“Oh fuck…” Liebgott muttered under his breath, he laughed but not because anything humorous had been said. He threw the cigarette butt he was fiddling with down before shuffling off his bunk and jumping. He landed with a thud and stepped over to Guarnere so they were face to face. Joe looked down at the man, chest puffed, “I’m a Jew.”

Several men (and Birdie) sat up or shuffled closer to the two hot heads, anticipating a fight to break out.

“Congratulations.” Pronounced bitingly, not actually intended to congratulate, “Get your nose outta my face.” Bill pushed Lieb’s chest, forcing him backwards.

Birdie stared, she knew Lieb was going to swing, she could see him planning it out in his mind. She noticed his curled fist and knew an attack was imminent, before she could do anything, Lieb took a jab. His target blocked him and they grabbed onto each other attempting to… Birdie didn’t know what. Strangle each other? Hug? Who knew?

Multiple men also grabbed into the pair but no one could break them apart. Birdie scoffed and jumped down, she shoved people out of her way and when she got close enough to see her friends through the growing crowd, she yelled. It was the loudest her voice had ever gone; a screech, if you will.

“That’s enough!” Her words froze the horde of angry sweaty men. Bill and Joe still held onto each other, fists grabbed onto handfuls of shirt but now their focus was on the girl. She huffed and pushed surrounding men away from the idiots who began the kerfuffle until she reached them. Everyone else watched on, curious to see angry Birdie in action.

Bernadette yanked them apart, fuming. She turned to Guarnere first, her eyebrows were furrowed and her teeth clenched.

“You!” She pointed to him, glaring, “Keep that prejudice bullshit to yourself! No one wants to hear your stupid ass opinions! What the fuck is your problem?” Bill shrunk back, he had never seen Birdie this angry before and he didn't care to see it again. The woman whipped around to face Joe, he was smiling at her rude comments aimed at the man he wanted to punch. His joy in the situation only pissed her off more, if that were even possible.

“You think this is funny, huh?” She hissed at him, Joe’s smile dropped.

“Not everything is a personal attack so calm the fuck down. Why do you think punching him is the solution to everything?” The question was rhetorical so Joe only looked down to the floor, avoiding eye contact with the scary southerner. She was absolutely at her wits end and just had to get out of there.

“It’s like a fuckin’ pissin’ contest in here, Jesus!” Birdie growled as she turned and stomped off to get some fresh air on the deck of the overcrowded ship.

A/N: ooooo she's mad...

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter twenty two

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #made of glass #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass chapter twenty one #next autopsy #george luz #joe liebgott #joe toye #bill guarnere #pat christenson #skip muck #donald malarkey

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