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in which,
everyone knows shes a sweetheart, much to sweet for Liebgott.
Everyone knew you were too sweet for Joseph. Much too sweet. Always checking on others (even if it was your job as a medic), making sure they were fed and warm, sitting with men who needed silent comfort, smiling and waving at anyone who passed by. Joseph was the complete opposite: a sarcastic mouth, confidence to match his temper, and he talked like everything was a challenge.
One morning, you decided to set up in the mess hall in order to get everyone’s routine check-ups done.
“Line up! Check-ups, then food!” you called out, smiling and motioning for the men to come over. And they did, without a word of disagreement.
You had this way of calming them, like a mother would, in a way.
As you did what you had to and dismissed the men, there were lots of “Thanks, angel,” and “Thank you, miss,” but you didn’t catch Liebgott’s brief conversation with George Luz.
George was, at first, yapping about nothing in particular, until he realised the man next to him was off in his own world.
“Lieb?” George Luz rolled his eyes, nudging him with his elbow.
“Huh? What?” Joseph Liebgott jumped slightly, turning to Luz as the dazed look in his eyes quickly vanished.
Luz narrowed his eyes and peeked over Liebgott’s shoulder, letting out a long sigh when he realised what—or rather, who—he was staring at.
“Y/N? Really?” he said, raising his brows like a mother scolding her child.
Liebgott could only huff, rubbing a hand down his face a little too aggressively, like he could physically wipe the stress away.
“I know,” he groaned, trying to keep his voice down. “She’s a sweetheart—too kind. And I’m…” He took a breath, frowning like the next words physically pained him to admit. “I’m just not. I can’t be good for her.”
He shook his head, quieter now.
“Lord knows she’d do wonders for me, though.”
Luz stared at him for a second, unusually quiet.
For once, there was no smart remark waiting.
Instead, he leaned back against the post beside him, arms crossed, and looked at Joseph with something almost serious.
“That’s a lousy excuse.”
Liebgott frowned. “What?”
George shrugged. “This whole ‘I’m bad for her’ thing. Real dramatic, sure, but lousy.”
Joe let out a dry laugh. “You done?”
“No, actually.” Luz pointed across the room where you were still fussing over some poor guy who probably just had a paper cut. “She’s not stupid, Joe. She knows exactly who you are.”
“That’s the problem.”
“No, the problem is you decided for her.”
Joseph’s jaw tightened.
George sighed, softer this time.
“You think she’s too good for you? Fine. Maybe she is. Most people are. But that girl looks at you like you hung the damn moon, and you’re over here acting like avoiding her is some noble sacrifice.”
“You’re just scared,” came another voice, Donald Malarkey adding in his very unwanted two cents.
Liebgott just rolled his eyes and pushed forward, making his way over to you and moodily plopping down in the chair.
“Check me,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
That earned a confused pause from you, but nevertheless, you brought your stethoscope to his chest.
Joseph’s eyes found yours the moment your warm hand steadied his shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat. Cliché, you knew it was—but his eyes made your own heart stutter. Thank goodness there wasn’t a stethoscope to your chest.
It took you a moment, but you finally got the words out.
“Breathe in, please,” you whispered, as if you couldn’t talk too loud or the moment would shatter.
Just like you, Joseph seemed frozen. He hesitated, but did as you said. Your voice was like honey to him. The way you whispered orders made him want to melt—hell, he even thought about scooping you up and kissing you, making a scene for everyone to see. But he didn’t.
He just breathed in and out, hoping the stethoscope didn’t catch the skip in his heart every time you spoke or moved your hand.
“All done,” you said quietly, before backing up and looking at the ground. You could say it was shyness. You could also say it was to hide the soft pink hue that covered your cheeks. Really, though, it was because the thoughts swirling around in your head had you confused and flustered.
Just at that moment, through the panic of having to leave so soon, Joe decided it would be smart to play games with your already foggy mind.
“No lollypop, doc?” He stood slowly, tilting his head as he looked down at you.
Your head snapped up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Don’t… have one?” you muttered, squinting slightly. You had never given lollies out for simple check-ups.
Joseph Liebgott shrugged with a seemingly unbothered hum. “Oh. Guess I get something else, then.”
You only stared at him, waiting for some continuation to make this less… awkward.
Joe chuckled, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too widely. “A kiss.” He nodded, gesturing loosely to his mouth.
Of course, he wasn’t really expecting it. He knew he’d just pressured you into it while everyone in Easy Company was watching, and he now realised how absolutely stupid he was being.
It took you a moment to properly register what he had said. Normally, from any other guy, it would’ve earned a soft “no, thank you” or silence. But… it was Joseph. Your Joseph.
So, slowly—much to Joe’s bewilderment—you rose onto your toes and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his cheek.
When you pulled back, Liebgott was sporting the most sickeningly dreamy grin, his eyes slightly distant, like his brain had temporarily stopped functioning. On top of that, his face had gone a bright crimson.
For a guy known for his womanising ways, it was a very shocking reaction.
“Not the lips,” he said at last, recovering just enough to wink, “but we can work up to that.”
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𝐀 ~ aftercare He’ll act like he’s just doing the bare minimum — handing you water, wiping you down, tucking you against his chest — while insisting it’s no big deal.
𝐁 ~ body part (his favourite of his own, and his partners)
He loves his arms. Paul knows his muscles are huge- he loves the way they look when he crosses them and when he flexes without flexing.
Paul loves your thighs. he loves how strong they are, he loves how they look when wrapped around his waist, he loves gripping them, and he loves spreading them.
𝐂 ~ cum Paul tries to make sure you finishes first, wanting to see you come undone. when you don't finish first, he's annoyed with himself. when he finishes, he loves the sight of you covered in his cum- on your thighs, lower belly, and stomach.
𝐃 ~ dirty secret Paul loves when someone else takes control of him. maybe its because he wants someone to match his fire and push back- but as soon as he's told to 'sit' or 'behave' his brain short circuits.
𝐄 ~ experience (how experienced is he)
He is incredibly experienced. half of it is from his own experimentation and lack of fear, but some of its also from raw ego and confidence.
𝐅 ~ favourite position Standing dragon. he loves to have control so he's constantly stood behind you with a grip on your hips.
𝐆 ~ goofy Paul’s a mix, but he leans serious in the moment.
𝐇 ~ hair (how well groomed is he?)
He keeps it trimmed and tidy, enough that it’s clean and doesn’t get in the way — he’s not obsessive about it, but he’s not leaving a jungle either.
𝐈 ~ intimacy (are they romantic?)
Romance isn’t really his style — he’s raw, physical, and possessive more than anything else.
𝐉 ~ jack off Not constantly, but enough that he knows his own body, what he likes, and exactly how to push himself — which is part of why he’s so skilled with a partner.
𝐊 ~ kink marking territory — bites, scratches, claiming touches. He’s territorial in and out of the bedroom.
𝐋 ~ location Bedroom, obviously, but he prefers it to feel tight and close: small, confined spaces let him dominate and stay physically connected.
𝐌 ~ motivation (what turns him on?)
Little stubborn moves — like you standing your ground in an argument, refusing to budge, or teasing him verbally. That mix of fire and defiance? Drives him insane.
𝐍 ~ no (turn offs)
Being weak just to please — if someone constantly defers or looks helpless, he loses interest fast.
𝐎 ~ oral Paul is a total munch. he loves hearing your reactions. he wouldn't turn down some good head, but he's much bigger on giving rather than receiving.
𝐏 ~ pace He rarely stays steady for long — his style is wild, reactive, and tuned to what’s happening in the moment.
𝐐 ~ quickie (their opinions on it, how often they do it.)
Paul loves quickies, but for very specific reasons: He doesn’t see them as casual; they’re all about intensity and claiming the moment rather than romance or slow build-up.
𝐑 ~ risk (do they like trying new things?)
Paul’s all about trying new things because he thrives on intensity, unpredictability, and pushing both his and his partner’s limits.
𝐒 ~ stamina (how long and how many rounds)
He can push through multiple rounds if he’s fired up, usually 2–3 solid rounds before he needs a real break.
𝐓 ~ toys He’s not really a “toy guy”. If he has anything, it’s few, simple, and practical — maybe something to experiment with once in a while.
Using them on partners? Rare. He’d only bring it out if it’s mutually exciting and adds to the heat.
𝐔 ~ ugly (bad habits)
He tends to rush when he’s worked up and can default to taking control without checking in. He also pretends he’s fine afterward instead of admitting he actually cares.
𝐕 ~ vanity (how concerned about his looks?)
He’s not overly concerned with his looks — he knows he’s attractive and relies more on confidence and physical presence than grooming or fussing. As long as he feels strong and capable, he’s satisfied.
𝐖 ~ wild card when he’s having sex, Paul subconsciously matches his breathing to his partner’s without realizing it — a wolf-instinct thing — and only notices when they calm down and he suddenly does too.
𝐗 ~ x - ray 7 inches. its not overly big but its definitely noticeable and you would 100% feel it.
𝐘 ~ yearning (sex drive)
intense when he’s emotionally or physically charged, quieter when he’s not. He’s not constantly horny for the sake of it; it’s more like a switch flips with adrenaline, connection, or tension, and when it does, it hits hard and fast.
𝐙 ~ zzz (how quick they fall asleep after)
Pretty quickly — once the adrenaline drops, he crashes hard within minutes, usually pulling you close and out cold.
𝜗ৎ ┆ You’ve known Paul since you were kids — the kind of bond built on shared summers, stolen snacks, and stupid dares.
Lately though, something’s shifted. His eyes linger too long. His voice goes low when it’s just you two. And he keeps showing up… everywhere you are.
𝜗ৎ ┆ You’re at Emily & Sam’s place with Bella, helping set the table.
Inside, the boys are joking, but Paul isn’t laughing — he’s watching you.
His attention is so heavy you can feel it when your back is turned, like gravity pulling at your spine.
𝜗ৎ ┆ When you head outside to grab more plates from the car, he’s there within seconds — moving silently, heat radiating off him like a furnace.
He doesn’t speak at first. Just steps closer, fingers brushing a leaf from your shoulder… and lingering far too long.
𝜗ৎ ┆You try to tease him about being clingy lately — a half-smile on your lips — but his reaction isn’t playful.
His jaw tightens, eyes burning with something territorial and unspoken as he mutters:
“Can’t help it when certain people won’t stay where I can see them.”
The way he says certain people makes your pulse trip.
𝜗ৎ ┆Back inside, Jacob comes over to hug you — quick, friendly, harmless.
But Paul goes rigid. His body snaps upright, shoulders broad and tense, barely holding back a growl as he stares Jacob down.
𝜗ৎ ┆When Jacob finally lets you go, Paul is at your side instantly — one large, warm hand sliding to the small of your back.
His voice drops quiet, meant for you alone:
“Don’t let him touch you like that.”
𝜗ৎ ┆You turn toward him, chin tilted up, refusing to let him bulldoze you:
“Jake’s my friend, Paul. And you don’t get to tell me who can and can’t—”
But your words stutter when his fingers curl a little firmer at your waist.
𝜗ৎ ┆He leans down, nose brushing your temple, breath hot as he murmurs:
“I’m trying. I really am. But when another guy puts his hands on you…”
His voice cracks with frustration, like he’s barely keeping control.
“Everything in me wants to rip him apart.”
𝜗ৎ ┆
Before you can respond, Sam calls everyone to eat — breaking the moment.
Paul doesn’t move his hand from your back as he guides you inside, keeping you close, keeping you his.
And you let him.
Paul works long hours in steel toe boots, but afterwards, straight to you with his tired but playful look.
𝜗ৎ ┆ Protective as hell
𝜗ৎ ┆Acts grumpy when you take his flannel shirt, but loves seeing you drown in it. its the equivalent of you wearing a big sign saying, 'i'm his' to Paul.
𝜗ৎ ┆𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐦𝐚𝐧
Paul is constantly around your house (before you move in together) fixing stuff. lightbulbs, cabinets, your car, anything. in all honesty, its Paul's excuse to be near you and the fact he's helping you makes him feel useful.
𝜗ৎ ┆ Paul is easily upset and most days he walks around grumpy and brooding, as soon as you brush your fingers through his hair though? he's as calm and soft as a kitty.
𝜗ৎ ┆Very touchy. his love language is definitely physical touch.
𝜗ৎ ┆ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬
its basic, but Paul is low key obsessed with the sight of you in jeans that hug your curves just right.
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