#liebgrant

[threecheers-forsweetrevenge]

Liebgott and Grant, glued to the hip.

[alex-multi-shipper]

My hc is Joe has a sweet tooth and Chuck's maybe obsessed with idk lime/lemon?

Like when they kiss, it's bittersweet

[indigosandviolets]

Hey! I was rereading your Liebgott/ Grant fic, Birthday Dinner, and now I'm dying for more. Could you do some Liebgrant headcanons? Also, I have no idea if that's their ship name but it's what I'm going with.

sorry this took a bit! i’m still teetering with their ship name too. Liebgrant? Grantgott? who the hell knows, but without further ado, here are the headcanons!

you cannot tell me that these two idiots didn’t stupidly pine for each other and DIDNT NOTICE THAT THE OTHER ONE FELT THE SAME

Lieb had fallen for the loveable ray of sunshine that is Chuck Grant (who hasn’t) and Grant found Lieb to be incredibly funny and charming

they’ve both fucked with their run times on Currahee so they could finish together and no one ever noticed

or, they might’ve noticed and just didn’t say shit

but it took until fucking ALDBOURNE for them to finally catch on fully

yeah, that’s right, A YEAR AND A HALF

it ended up being a few weeks before they were going to jump that Grant realized that it was gonna be now or never to tell Lieb

Lieb was...he was glad to hear it, but...

“A year and a half. A fuckin’ year and a half.”

“I didn’t know if you were gonna feel the same, Joe!”

“No, no, I get that, and I do, but a fuckin’ year and a half?”

“You didn’t do anything either.”

“Look—“

nah but these two are absolutely in love with each other

Lieb will do things just because Grant likes it and for no other reason than that and Grant does the same

like one time Lieb wore his hair one way by accident and Grant told him it was cute so Lieb wore it like that all week

Grant has woken up before Lieb to make sure Lieb has enough coffee to function during the day. Grant doesn’t even drink coffee

i swear to god their relationship is just them doing nice things for each other all the time

like they don’t know how to stop being nice through actions

words though? we all know that Lieb definitely calls Grant “my bitch” with the most love

and, just so we’re clear, Grant calls him “my rat” right back

you know for a damn fact Lieb would sneak off to cuddle with Grant in his foxhole in Bastogne and it pissed Alley the fuck off because he didn’t want to be on watch alone but Lieb did not give a fuck

and Grant wasn’t complaining so it’s not like he had a reason to stop

Lieb and Grant also definitely shared a bed in Haugenau and no one questioned it because “it’s fucking cold, alright?” 

Lieb also definely swiped extra cigarettes and Hershey Bars from Luz for Grant and Luz was fucking pissed because he knew it was Lieb but he couldn’t prove it

Lieb was smug as fuck about it and Grant couldn’t have been prouder

and i know that everyone thinks Lieb was flirting with Web, and he kinda was, but that was entirely because Grant was too

a couple that checks out cute guys together stays together

“Does he work out?”

“Not as much as you do.”

“Good to hear.”

they’re too in love with each other anyways to end up doing anything anyways

Grant was the first person Lieb turned to after Landsberg

Grant just held Lieb for a long time, neither of them no how long they were say like that, just holding onto each other, but they didn’t care

after that day, Grant didn’t think he would ever be able to let go of Lieb ever

Lieb didn’t think he would ever want Grant to let go of him ever

after the war and Grant recovered— hold on, let me describe some shit real quick

Lieb was ready to k i l l the drunk soldier. and i mean kill. brutally. no mercy. the only thing that stopped him? knowing that Grant would have been disappointed in him

so Lieb settles for seeing Spiers beat the shit out of him

so, back to after they get back to the states

Lieb fills Grant in on everything he missed, and let’s be honest, Grant was a little upset he missed the baseball game and Lieb ‘bout smacked him upside the head

“You got shot in the fucking face, and you’re upset you missed out on a baseball game?”

“You played without me!”

“Jesus, Chuck, it’s not like I wasn’t thinking about you the entire time.”

Grant moves in with Lieb in San Francisco and they live in a little townhouse and we all KNOW that they own a dog and you can’t convince me otherwise

it’s French bulldog named Bernadette and Grant and Lieb love her more than anything on the goddamn planet

correction, they love each other more, but damn is Bernadette isn’t a close second

Grant saved up a lot of money for Lieb so he could open up a barber shop instead of working for the taxi company and Lieb damn well near cried when he found out

and he felt bad because he hadn’t done the same for Grant but Grant told him that he did it because he wanted to do it, because he wanted Lieb to be happy and that? that made Lieb cry like a baby

they didn’t get married but they got each other rings and wear them, so yeah, they’re married, and it’s sweet as fuck

[fromcrossroadstoking]

Things that really suck about shipping rarepairs:

If you want to read it, you have to write it.

You want a cool edit for your rarepair? Guess what pal, you have to make it!

You get to basically talk to yourself. If no one else ships it, who are you going to talk to??? Nobody! It's just you! You and your own little thoughts, buddy!

[himbowelsh]

Grant/Liebgott!!

there’s nothing in between meme and the sky (ACCEPTING)

Who steals the whole fucking blanket in the middle of the night and leaves the other without any?

Grant can adapt to pretty much anything, but this is something that gets on his nerves. He gets so indignant that he’ll pry the blankets out of Lieb’s hands -- and Lieb, of course, will fight back. It’s gotten to the point where Grant has takes a pair of scissors and sliced their sheets right down the middle. He had no regrets.

Which one is always stubbing their toe and screaming about it?

Lieb. Like, that’s not even a question. Lieb has woken Grant up in the middle of the night howling like a banshee because he walked into a doorframe. He also has the worst habit of catching himself on the corners of tables, so he’ll cuss a blue streak whenever that happens.

Who crashed a car and made the other pick them up at 3AM?

Lieb gets carjacked. He doesn’t crash his taxi, it’s stolen right out from under him. Grant is forced to drive out in the middle of the night to pick up his steaming mad boyfriend, and has to convince him to call the cops. (”I’ll track him down! I’ll handle it my own fucking self!” “You’re going to get killed and fired. Report this to the police.”)

Which one is the lightweight that needs to be watched over at all costs?

Neither of them are lightweights by any means, but after Grant’s accident it takes him a long time to be able to drink again. His immune system is screwed up, so his alcohol tolerance takes a blow too. He’s determined to carry on as normal, but Lieb winds up hovering over him just in case. 

Which one likes to get up in the middle of the night and (loudly) make themselves a snack?

Grant sometimes gets cravings. Like, pregnant-lady cravings. He’ll shake Lieb awake in the middle of the night if he’s really desperate for extra hot curry of pickles and mustard. Lieb grunts, but he always does it.

Who is always suggesting they get another pet?

Chuck has an interest in exotic fish. “We’re not getting another fish.” “They’re good fish.” “You have TEN fish. One of them ate, like, three of the other ones!” “That was your fault, you know Addison doesn’t play well in the same tank as others!”

Who drinks straight up black coffee and teases the other for their overly-flavored Starbucks?

Lieb will drink coffee in any form. Grant prefers to spike his with something like honey (?!), lemon juice (?!!), and once even hot sauce (!!!). He unashamedly does this just to freak Lieb out.

Which one insists upon buying unheard-of health foods?

Grant will eat pretty much... anything?? He has the freakiest tastes, and Lieb is convinced his taste buds have mutated. Grant keeps trying to recruit him to the pineapple on pizza side of life, but Lieb is convinced he’s evil.

Which one would run through a busy street just to pet a small dog?

Okay, Grant loves big dogs. He’s crazy about sheepdogs, the really shaggy cute ones, so when he sees one sitting in front of a cafe, he SPRINTS. Lieb has to grab him and hold him back to keep him from getting run over by a bus.

Which one always mispronounces words and gets constantly corrected by the other for it?

Lieb pronounces things weird WITH RELISH. There are certain words he just can’t pronounce right -- avocado, appropriate, squirrel. They’re both from California?? They have the exact same accent?? Why the hell does Lieb DO this? (Answer: to piss Grant off. It’s revenge for the coffee thing. He refuses to pronounce “answer” right, too.)

[eddiehillbilly]

this is my first time writing a drabble. please go easy. enjoy :) for @baeheffron, @diosia and @ruinsrebuilt

Title: We’ll Be Fine Pairing: Chuck/Babe, mentions of Chuck/Liebgott & Chuck/Liebgott/Babe Word count: 333 words Sometimes,Chuck has to remind himself not to stare at Babe. But he can’t help himself. His eyes are just drawn to the Philly native. Joe has started to notice the staring but instead of getting jealous, he has started teasing Chuck about it. “You know you’re starting look like a love sick puppy right? Should I feel threatened?” 

Chuck shakes his head, knowing full well that Joe is just joking around. Joe knows he has nothing to worry about. Besides, Chuck has caught the other man staring at Babe just as often. 

While they wait in the dark, cold basement for their start time, Chuck is once again drawn to Babe. He sees Babe in a quiet corner staring ahead, eyes focusing on something that is not really there. Joe and him have seen that look on the younger man’s face plenty of times, mostly in bed right before Babe drifts off to sleep. They asked him about it once. All they got in return was just a shake of the head and a soft, “it’s nothing.” 

Everyone in that basement knows that this could end badly; they could end up losing another one of their brothers. Chuck wishes Joe was here. The man has this amazing ability to calm Chuck’s nerves without even saying anything and that is what he needs right now. But Joe needs to ready the guns to cover them when they make their retreat. And frankly, Chuck is glad because that means he’s not coming on this suicide mission. All Chuck wants is for Joe to be safe and if it means having to go on this idiotic mission without his… whatever, then so be it.

With a soft sigh, Chuck walked towards Babe and sat right next to him, shoulders barely touching. If Babe was startled by the the sudden presence,he didn’t show. Chuck gently snaked his arm around Babe’s shoulder, pulling him closer. Babe visibly relaxed and sank into Chuck’s side. 

“You’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” 

[fromcrossroadstoking]

Grant and the Paper Shortage

Part 4 of Welcome to the 5061st

In which Grant needs paper and Liebgott needs something else. (And maybe Grant wants something else too)

Tags: @gottapenny @itisjustmethistime @indigosandviolets @scarecrowmax 

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June 19th, 1015

Liebgott was pulling on his boots as Grant stood just a couple feet away tucking in his shirt. The supply room was empty save for the two of them. Hardly anyone else ever wandered to this particular supply room as it was filled with mechanical bits and pieces for the ambulances and other vehicles, which made it the perfect meeting spot.

Grant tugged his jacket back on his he finished filling Liebgott in on his upcoming date with the new nurse on Saturday.

"And she`s got legs for miles Lieb," Grant let out a low whistle.

"Fuck. I cant find my belt. Why the fuck did you have to throw it?" Liebgott was kicking around boxes, searching for his belt, and looking deeply annoyed.

"Calm down, alright? It`s here somewhere. And besides weren't you listening? The legs Lieb! You should see them!"

"The fuck do I care for?"

"What`s your problem?"

"Nothin'." Liebgott huffed as he finally found his belt and looped it back on. 

Grant laughed, "Jesus, you're not jealous are you Lieb? Thought we were just having some fun."

"Fuck you. I`m not jealous of shit." Liebgott started to leave before swinging back around to face Grant and adding, "And if this is what you call fun, I feel sorry for nurse whats-her-face." With that, Liebgott stormed out leaving a stunned Grant alone in the dark supply room.

June 19th, 1400

Grant wasn't sure what Liebgott`s problem was but he didn't have time right now to figure it out. (Besides it was Liebgott. He`d get over it, whatever it was.) He had been meaning to write to his mother for weeks now and he had just received yet another letter from her. He knew he better respond soon or she would start assuming the worst.

Unfortunately, he couldn't find any paper.

He tore through the entirety of the tent he shared with Sisk, Talbert, and Babe. No paper.

Casting one more look around the ransacked tent, he turned and headed out the door. The company clerk was bound to have some paper.

June 19th, 1405

Grant walked in to the front office area of the 5061st`s HQ, prepared to barter Luz for some paper (he had a Hershey bar he had been saving for just such an occasion). He was not prepared for Liebgott to be there, perched on the desk, trading friendly jabs with Luz.

Liebgott gave him one helluva death glare as he walked in.

Grant ignored him and directed his attention towards Luz.

"Hey, let me get some paper. Just a piece or two," Grant held out his hand in anticipation of Luz`s cooperation.

"No."

"The hell do you mean, no?"

"I mean no. N - O. I`m out of paper. I`ve been going nuts writing in the damn margins of the announcement sheet!"

"Dammit." Grant sighed and glanced towards Liebgott, "Don`t suppose you have any paper?"

"Nope."

June 20th, 1500

Grant had failed to find any paper the day before and had failed so far today as well. Nobody had paper. He had checked with everyone, even Winters himself.

Still nothing. It seemed the entire damn Army was out of paper. Typical.

Grant rubbed his eyes and headed back towards his tent, stopping in his tracks when he looked up and saw Liebgott perched on a crate outside of the tent across from Grant`s. Writing. On a stack of papers.

Son of a bitch.

"I thought you didn't have any paper?!"

Liebgott didn't even look up, "I don`t have any paper for you."

"Jesus, Liebgott. What`s your problem?"

"Nothin'. Just havin' some fun. That`s what we do, right?"

Liebgott winked as he got up and walked away, purposely bumping Grant`s shoulder as he left.

June 20th, 1530

Grant sat on his bunk, stewing. He was upset about not having any paper sure, but he was suddenly even more upset that Liebgott`s attitude wasn't going to blow over quite as quickly as Grant thought it would.

Grant knew he shouldn't be as bothered as he was by that. It was just Liebgott. He would come around eventually.

So why was he so annoyed that it was taking so long?

June 21st, 1900

What did a man have to do around here to get some paper?!

Do they not make paper in all of Korea?

Was the Army turning its paper supply into food rations? (Actually, that would explain a lot about the food... )

June 21st, 1915

Babe Heffron was Grant`s new personal hero. Babe`s family had sent him a package with some paper in it for letter writing and Babe had been kind enough to share. Although, apparently, Babe`s kid sister thought that Babe needed  "pretty" paper for letter writing and had decorated the edges of the pages with flowers. A lot of flowers. Not that Grant minded at this point, he was just grateful he could finally write to his mom. And hell, his mom would probably get a kick out of the "pretty paper".

And now that one problem was solved, he could finally concentrate on his other problem.

Liebgott.

June 22nd, 0600

Liebgott hadn't talked to him in days. Grant tried to pretend like it didn't bother him. But it did. A lot.

"Hey! Grant! Yoo-hoo! You still with us? Should I call a doc?"

Grant blinked and looked over at Talbert, "What?"

Talbert gave him an irritated sigh, "For the fiftieth time, do you want to prep carrots or corn for lunch today?"

"Doesn't matter, does it? They taste the same."

Talbert frowned at him and raised an eyebrow, "Is the happy couple still quarreling?"

"Jesus Christ, Tab, we aren`t a couple!"

"Uh-huh. If that`s what you tell yourself."

"We sleep with other people! All the time!"

Talbert grinned, "Maybe you do but I`ve never seen Lieb messing around with anyone but a very handsome, cranky as hell, head cook."

June 23rd, 0300

Grant spent the entire night tossing and turning, trying to puzzle out his own feelings towards a certain ambulance driver. He finally gave up on sleep, rolled out of bed, and begged Babe for another piece of paper.

This one was bordered by vibrant red and orange flowers.

He thought about it for a long time before finally deciding on what to write.

Lieb,

If you want to do more than just have fun, I think I do too.

- Grant

Grant sneaked in to Liebgott`s tent and placed the note in the pocket of his jacket.

June 23rd, 1900

Grant returned to his tent at the end of the day, exhausted. He and Talbert had received a new shipment of supplies and spent damn near the whole day organizing them and tossing out what had already managed to rot (which was, unsurprisingly, a lot).

As he climbed up on to his bunk, he froze. Waiting for him was a stack of clean, non-flowered, paper. On top of the stack was a note.

Yeah, I do.

- Lieb

June 24th, 2030

Grant couldn't help but delight a little in the surprise on Liebgott`s face when he walked in to the tent.

The usual group of Liebgott, Roe, Spina, Sisk, Luz, and Tab had already started their traditional Saturday night poker game. Grant pulled up a chair and squished himself in at the already crowded table. Right next to Liebgott.

Liebgott smiled, "What, no date with Nurse Legs?"

Grant smirked and shook his head, "Nah. Deal me in, yeah?"

They shared a knowing look and suddenly Grant felt better than he had in days.

[eddiehillbilly]

Joe Liebgott + Chuck Grant 

for @baeheffron