Gasp, another valentines post from a person with no rizz? Yup!!! And my first band of brothers ficlet. This is your belated birthday gift and hopefully early valentines gift, @liebgotts-lovergirl!
Joe Liebgott x reader Valentine’s special
Warnings: I don’t know how to write cocky characters, shit characterization of a tough in public but soft towards a lover
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“Oh give me a break, Liebgott! You’re not going to get with that!”
“Sucks {name}, don’t be that way,” he smirks.
Stomping your foot on the ground, you try to glare at him. Your efforts are futile as a smile slowly creeps up and breathless laughs fill the air.
“Now there’s that smile,” Joe’s cocky grin softens with adoration as he admires his handiwork.
“Just because you made me smile doesn’t mean I won’t get you back for this, Joe!”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”
“Is that Liebgott over there being soft?”
“Shut up, George! You’re just jealous that a pretty woman isn’t talking to your ugly mug,” Joe heckles back, causing laughs in the crowd.
You look at him and sigh lovingly. You and he always had a dynamic. You don’t know when or how it started, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You loved him for all he is, tough but soft. Sometimes so tough and cocky that it makes you want to strangle him, but that makes moments like these sweeter. Moments where his soft side shines through.
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You leaned onto the crumbling building, heaving. Knees shaking and bruised feet dragging you behind the group. Coughing, you slid down your knees, the world spinning. Trying to stop the bleeding was now futile. With a heavy chest, your eyes start to drop.
“Hey, hey! What are you doing?”
“Hey! Don’t you dare close your eyes!”
“Yeah! Who do you think it is? What were you thinking? Why didn’t you call for Doc,” he chastises you.
“Bullshit,” he chastised you, pulling you up. “Keep putting pressure on that wound and let's get out of here before you get both of us killed.”
Legs growing numb, you leaned on to Joe. Joe cursed and slowly let you down to the floor. “Hey, Shifty! Cover me!”
Joe once more turned his attention to you as he readjusted his gear to accommodate yours. “You stupid, stupid girl.”
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“Medic! Medic! Doc, get over here!”
Joe lays you down on the grass and removes your hand from your side. Digging around his pockets, he starts to dump sulfanilamide into the wound. You whimpered, gripping his arms, looking up at his face and trying to see through the blurriness, to memorize his face.
“It hurts, Joe. It really does. I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know. Just keep those eyes open for me, yeah?”
“I’m here! I’m here,” Roe says as he drops to his knees beside Liebgott. “How long?”
“I don’t know. I found her during the retreat but don’t know how long she had that gunshot.”
“Doc? I don’t feel so good. It’s getting dark and I’m so tired.”
“Jesus, put pressure on that wound, would you Joe? Okay, {name}, keep awake.”
“Is she going to be okay?”
Roe looked up and met with Joe’s. This time, just this time, he lied, “Of course.”
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You still remembered the fear in his eyes, the urgency of his touch, the silent panic. It didn’t occur to you then, but it was his way of caring for you. Those were the first signs that he did care about you on a much deeper level than just comradery forged by Sobel’s tyranny.
“Come on {name}, quit starin’ at me! I know you’re planning something.”
I looked him in the eye and smirked, “last one to the tent is a rotten egg and has to pay our next bar tab!”
I booked it past the group and to our camp giggling with a cheek-aching smile.
“Hey! Get back here, you don’t get a head start! I’m not paying that bill.”
The rest laughed and followed suit. “I think you’re getting got, Liebgot!”
“Oh, how the great Liebgott has fallen!”
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Joe pulled me up by the waist from behind and spin me around, “No! Don’t you dare drop me, Joe! No, stop!”
“Not until you take back your deal with the tab!”
“Nope, I won fair and square!”
“Oh really now? Let’s see what you’ll say with I throw you into the lake!”
“Try me,” he said with his iconic smirk.
“Alright, you love birds. Let’s not get too carried away.”
“What makes you think that I would stoop so low as to be in love, Lip?”
He huffed and shook his head, “whatever you say, Liebgott.”
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“You’ve really gone soft, Joe,” I whisper as I run my hand through his hair.
“Only for you, sweetheart,” Joe whispered back into your chest. “Once this war is over we can finally get married.”
“Sounds like a plan big guy.”
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