#joeseph liebgott

[dailydoseofweb]

Dear Dumb Diary,

I think Snafu broke my husband.

Poor David looks one bad decision away from going feral.

I should probably help reign my husband in.

…my dear David. You look magnificent like this. It makes me want to break you. In all the right ways. Just to watch you come undone.

Remind me to thank Snafu later. The man’s one crafty bastard and I’m going to enjoy this.

#band of brothers #david kenyon webster #joeseph liebgott #(lieb’s loving this)

[rossmccallsqueen]

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I primarily write reader insert fics. Those are my specialty and most of what I’m comfortable writing.

Anyways, with that being said, here’s who I currently write for and the fandom they are from:

Band of Brothers:

Eugene Roe

Joe Toye

Joeseph Liebgott

Charles Grant

Carwood Lipton

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Donald Malarkey

Edward Shames

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Harry Welsh

Henry Jones

Denver “Bull” Randleman

Daryl C “Shifty” Powers

Floyd Talbert

John Martin

William “Bill” Guarnere

Frank Perconte

George Luz

Richard “Dick” Winters

Antonio C. Garcia

Harry F. Welsh

Edward J. Tipper Jr

Lester A. Hashey

The Pacific:

Charles “Chuck” Tatum

Eugene Sledge

John Basilone

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez

Muriel “Snafu” Shelton

Robert Leckie

Romus “RV” Burgin

Sidney Phillips

Wilbur "Bud" "Runner" Conley

James Paul “JP” Jordan

Bill "Hoosier" Smith

Andrew "Ack Ack" Haldane

Undrafted:

Pat Murray

Arthur Barone

Fotch

Ty Delllamonica

Vinnie Malzhan

David Stein

John Garvey

Polacco

Dells

Zapata

Bohemian Rhapsody:

Joe Mazzello/John Deacon

Rami Malek

Gwilym Lee/Brian May

Ben Hardy/Roger Taylor

Lucy Boynton

Allen Leech

(For those with just actors names listed, I’m not comfortable writing for their characters. Unless it is Freddie platonically. I do not write for Mary for reasons. For ones with actors and characters I write for just their actor as well)

Queen (the band):

Roger Taylor

Freddie Mercury (only platonically)

Brian May

John Deacon

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Argyle

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

I do not write for any characters under the age of 18 in the show (even if their actor is 18+ if their character is not I do not write for them)

Marvel:

Steve/Captain America

Wanda/Scarlett Witch

Sam/Captain America

Bucky

Peter Parker/Spiderman (but only Andrew Garfield’s spiderman, as we see him graduate)

Moon Knight/Steven Grant/Mark/Jake

Doctor Strange/Stephen Strange

Loki

Thor

Natasha/Black Widow

Yelena

Kate Bishop

Shang-Chi

If you don’t see any marvel character listed that you’d like just message me and I’ll add them!

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#danielle answers #danielle writes #the pacific #marvel #band of brothers #stranger things #bohemian rhapsody #queen #undrafted

[that50shousehusband]

Just some Lieb appreciation for ya’, nothing more, nothing less.

I think he’s pretty ( ˘ ³˘)*

#not mine #joe liebgott #joeseph liebgott #band of brothers #band of brothers hbo #hbo war #ross mccall

[televisionboy]

VERED! Can I require something Liebgott and wedding-ish? You’re amazing and you have me on this buzz🙈 thanks

The One My Heart Talks About

Authors note: why of course I can ;) who else should I dedicate this to other than @wexhappyxfew

Word count: 700

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Joe Liebgott knows he should be sleeping, he knows there’s a patrol tomorrow and he’ll be sleep deprived. Grumpy as you say. But Webster had said something about him and you earlier today that Joe swore he didn’t remember when you asked him but he couldn’t remove it from his mind. Those eight words “God, Liebgott. Why don’t you just marry her”

He’s restless tonight, he’s restless every night actually. Pillows and blankets that are so scratchy, it would be given away for free on the street are not so comfortable surprise surprise. So he turns over again, this time on his back and he moves over to look for a cigarette he’s cut off though, with the sound of your groans “Joeseph Liebgott go to sleep” the pillow is over your head and Liebgott chuckles under his breath

“You ever have those nights where you just can’t sleep?” He whispers, lighting the cigarette and letting out a puff. “Yes, every night because you’re a restless sleeper so I can’t sleep”

“Can’t fall asleep without my arm around you is what it sounds like, Y/N” he does his boyish smirk and looks up at the white, cracked ceiling. You roll your eyes and roll to your back, looking over at him but for once he’s not looking back with a smile. He’s deep in thought, and so serious, so unlike Joe Liebgott, it scares you.

He passes the cigarette to you and takes a deep breath while you inhale the cigarette smoke “You ever think about our wedding?” He whispers, half wanting you to hear it and half wanting you to not hear it and go back to sleep. But you do, and you’re choking on the smoke. “We’re not even dating!”

Any sign of hope on his face vanishes and he gulps “I know, but do you ever think about it? Because I do” your stomach does backflips and you can feel your hands going sweaty “And what’s it like?” Your voice is faint and strained but Liebgott can hear it

He rolls over on his side, facing you. Any other instance, he would tease you and say it’s a sexy pose but he’s serious. “It’s back home, at the bay. Behind the hills but the bridge is visible. There’s our family and friends, all of Easy Company. I thought your little sister would like to be a flower girl or something and my ma’s ring is on your finger. You’re in a floor length dress, it’s silky and strapless but I know you’d look stunning in anything” his fingers brush yours momentarily but he looks up at your eyes which are glimmering.

“You’ve really thought about this” you chuckle, moving your arm to put the cigarette out, laying next to him. Not saying a word, but the silence feels comfortable. He’s anxious that you’ll do all of that with another man, as if you could take his heart and run with it and not return it.

“I like that idea, you know” your soft voice gives Joe butterflies and he looks over at you “Yeah?”

You move on your side “Yeah, I’ve always wanted a silky strapless dress, to walk on roses down the aisle, and feel a nice breeze behind me. Of course, my wedding would be better with you there and waiting at the end of the aisle”

His voice and face suddenly become hopeful “as the groom?”

“As the guy who hands the rings” you both laugh softly, not to wake up George Luz who would be very grumpy in the morning “you’re always the one for me, Joe. In every single lifetime, it’s always you”

He doesn’t say anything back, the silence is comfortable and beautiful itself “Hey Joe?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you turn over so your back is facing me?”

He’s confused but agrees, but knows what’s happening when your arm is loosely around his waist so you’re spooning him. He reaches around for your hand, holding the fingertips gently and softly

In his dreams, Joe Liebgott is back home in San Francisco and he’s marrying you and not waiting for any patrols or commands. But he’s alright knowing it’ll all be worth it.

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers headcanons #joe liebgott #joe liebgott imagine #joe liebgott headcanons #joe liebgott x reader

[lostinthewiind]

Please Say Yes

Joe Liebgott - Band of Brothers

Synopsis: you hadn’t heard from Joe Liebgott in months, but when you sent out invites to all the men in Easy to attend your wedding, you were slightly confused as to why he didn’t RSVP or even write. You thought he was done with you, but like usual, he was full of surprises. 

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It was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, and so far — from what everyone around you could see — it was. Everything seemed perfect...and you wished it was; you wished nothing more.

But for some unknown reason, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. 

You hated that it was his face you were picturing while you slipped into the perfectly-fitting white dress you had picked out only a month or so after returning from war. You hated that you thought of his smile while you stood by the glorious bay windows and watched as cars pulled into the parking lot, filling the carefully picked venue. 

You hated him for being all you could think about, and you hated yourself for allowing your subconscious to dwell on him for so long when he clearly didn’t care about you enough to even write when you sent out the invitations for your wedding — the wedding you had once told him you would completely call off if he gave you a reason to. 

But he never gave a reason. He never RVSP’d. He never wrote. And yet, it was him you wished would be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. 

Through everything you had shared and experienced with him during the years of training and war, Joeseph Liebgott had completely cut you out of his life once the war had ended. At least, that was what you had come to believe.

Drawing in a deep breath, you clasped your shaking hands together and focused your gaze on the white tents that had been set up outside of the beautiful, old church that you and your husband-to-be had chosen to hold your wedding and reception afterward at. 

Men in suits roamed the property, directing family and friends inside and setting up the tables under the tents. Light blue tablecloths that you had chosen covered the round tables and at each and every one, a bouquet of white roses sat in the middle as the centerpiece. 

Every detail had been planned out to the tee, and yet, you worried about everything coming crashing down around you. Every night for the past week you had dreamt about the church crumbling around you right before you got to say ‘I do’. The sky turning black and a strong, unrelenting wind ripping the tents from the ground, the pegs popping out one by one. The flower petals slowly falling one by one like in Beauty and the Beast, covering the ground in wilted, crushed white rose petals.

Shaking even more than you had been before, you turned away from the window and forced the spine-chilling thoughts from your head. Ripping your hands apart from one another, you ran your palms along the soft, silky fabric of your dress and flattened out the non-existent wrinkles in an attempt to calm your nerves. 

When the door burst open and your best friend and maid of honour stuck her head in, informing you that it was time, you felt a knot twist in your stomach. “I’ll be right out,” you assured with a fake smile, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn’t be able to see through your facade.

You wracked your brain for a reason as to why you were so apprehensive. You loved your fiance; you knew you did. When he had proposed before you went away to basic you had been over the moon. When times got tough while sitting in a rained-out foxhole, it was him you thought of. 

That was, until one night when Joe joined you and the two of you ended up talking all night long in hushed whispers, trying not to wake the others. Somehow, in a matter of hours, that stubborn, standoffish cab driver from Oakland had managed to fill you with feelings that made you question everything you had once believed to be true about yourself and your life. 

Your eyes drifted toward the doorway and for a second, you entertained the idea of what you would do if that very man walked through right then. Before you could come up with a definitive answer, however, your name was called and you were dragged back into reality. 

There were no more ‘what-ifs’. No more hypothetical scenarios where he suddenly came crashing back into your life again. No more dreaming of what could have been. 

You had chosen your future and so had he, and quite clearly, they didn’t involve each other. 

Swallowing the lump of uncertainty in your throat, you accepted the facts at hand and slowly stepped out of the room and into the hallway. Your father smiled lovingly at you, his eyes welling with tears when he saw you for the first time. With your arm locked in his, the two of you waited until the familiar organ music began to play, signaling your entrance. 

When you heard the first note and stepped through the grand entranceway with your father by your side, the rows of guests rose to their feet, eyes glued to you. You scanned the faces and felt your heart swell up inside of your chest when you spotted the full section of Easy Company men. You were aware that most of them had said they would come, but seeing them right there in front of you after nearly a year triggered something inside of you and you couldn’t help yourself from stopping to hug some of them on your way down the aisle.

“You look beautiful.” Richard Winters kissed your cheek and smiled down at you.

Carwood Lipton made sure to tell your father how much he admired you as both a soldier and a person in general. George Luz cracked a joke about how different you looked and how your face was missing a few smudges of dirt and blood. Bill Guarnere whispered about how happy he was for you as he hugged you so tight you could feel your lungs depressing. 

Your bright eyes searched the group one final time, a small part of you hoping to see him; but he wasn’t there. 

With that, you continued down the aisle and stepped up beside your fiance. Upon seeing the way he smiled and how his eyes lit up when he saw you, all of your doubt rushed out of you as if the floodgates holding them inside had been opened. 

The crowd was seated again and the officiator began the ceremony. You said your vows — both of your speeches drawing tears and laughs from the spectators — and you exchanged rings. 

When you heard the man in front of you say ‘I do’, you swore you fell in love with him all over again. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

The church was silent; all eyes were on you. A genuine smile spread across your mouth, your lips parted to speak, but before you could get a single sound out, the large, wooden doors flew open. 

Every single head in the room spun to look at what — or who — had caused the sudden and disturbing commotion. When your eyes landed on the doorway and saw a man standing there dressed in a full suit, your breathing hitched and the air around you suddenly turned thick and suffocating.

This was it; this was your nightmare coming to life. Your eyes darted up toward the extravagant roof, analyzing for cracks, waiting for the whole place to come down on you and everyone else inside. You peered out the window, but so far the tents were still secured firmly to the lawn. 

The man stepped closer, his shoes clacking against the floor as he approached you and his face became more clear, but you had known who it was from the second you had seen him. 

“Joe.” your hands involuntarily slipped out of your fiance’s. “What...what are you doing here?”

There were hushed voices coming from the Easy Company section, but other than that, the room was wrapped in silence. Everyone was watching to see what was about to happen, and frankly, so were you. 

Joe kept his eyes on you and he came to a stop in the middle of the aisle. “The whole drive here I tried to plan out this big speech to you, but now that I’m here and I’m really doing this, I think it’s best to just come out and say what I came to say.” he cleared his throat, not daring to look around at the many pairs of eyes trained on him like hawks. “Y/N, I love you.”

Gasps escaped your family and friends, and just like that, as if they were all watching the slowest tennis match in history, their eyes were back on you. “Joe.” your voice was low and stern even though your heart was fluttering like never before. “Joe...I’m getting married.”

“I-I know.” he took another hopeful step forward. “I know you’re getting married, and when I got the invitation I told myself that I had to accept the fact that you and I just weren’t meant to be. But I couldn’t. I tried, but I couldn’t. Y/N, whenever I picture my future — a future where I am truly happy — you’re in it. I love you with every fiber of my being and being away from you for this past year has been hell on earth. I love you Y/N, and I think you love me too.”

You were completely and utterly speechless. You had so many words you wanted to say, but yet, your mind was blank. The pupils staring at you burned holes into your flesh and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. 

“Y/N.” your fiance took your hand again and squeezed gently. “What’s happening? Want me to get get rid of this guy?” 

“No.” you shook your head. “No, no. I’ll do it. Just give me a few minutes.”

Stepping down from the slightly raised stage portion of the floor, you headed back down the aisle, your breathing quick and uneven. Joe smiled wide as you neared him, and when you grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the chapel, he felt butterflies in his stomach.

As soon as you were out of sight from everyone else, Joe placed his hands onto your face and kissed you hard. His thumbs pressed into your cheeks, holding you in place while his lips connected with yours for the first time. For a split second, you forgot where you were all together. Right then, it was just you and him.

Eventually, though, you came to your senses and pushed him back; your infatuation dissipating and being quickly replaced with a bout of anger. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you snapped as you planted your palms onto his chest and shoved him back. “All the days, weeks, months you had to tell me you love me and you choose the one day where I’m supposed to stand up in front of all my friends and family and confess my love for another man?!”

“I’m sorry.” Joe came right back to you like a magnet, his hands grabbing at your waist like he needed you for support. “I’m sorry. I tried to do it before. I did...but then I didn’t.” he scanned your face, desperately searching for some hint as to what you were feeling. ”All that matters is that I’m here now, right? It’s not too late.”

“It is too late!” you hissed, your words going against everything inside of you; everything telling you to take Joe Liebgott into your arms and never let go. “Do you see this dress? Do you see this church we’re standing inside of right now? Did you see the room full of people? This is my fucking wedding, Joeseph.”

A sly smirk spread from the corners of Joe’s mouth. “You look goddamn breathtaking in that dress,” he commented.

“That was literally the least important point I made in that entire spiel.” you rolled your eyes, fighting with every bit of energy you had to hide the smile that so desperately wanted to crack through your mask of indifference. “You just...” you sighed and gently pushed Joe’s hands from your body. “You can’t do this to me...not today.”

“It has to be today.” his tone was bathed in such urgency that you almost felt bad for him for some asinine reason. “After today...after today you’ll have his last name. You’ll share your life with him. You’ll be his wife.”

Slowly, you began to take steps away from Joe. As much as you wanted him, and as much as you had fantasized about being with him earlier, you knew it wasn’t meant to be. You knew your life was waiting for you back in that chapel.

Joe watched as you began to slip through his fingers, and in one last hail-mary gesture, he dropped down onto one knee in the church hallway in front of you. “I-I don’t have a ring,” he stated the obvious. “But if you say yes, I will buy you the biggest, shiniest ring in the world. Y/N, I don’t want to just be with some girl, and I don’t want you to just be with some guy. I want us to be with each other. I want you to have my last name. I want you to share your life with me. I want you to be my wife. I’m begging you here, Y/N, try to remember all the nights we spent together. Try to remember how we used to laugh together. Try to remember that evening we spent by the lake in Austria. Please, Y/N. Please say yes.”

You were frozen on the spot. You weren’t sure if you should cry or scream, stay or go, say yes or no. “I could never forget that evening by the lake.” was all you managed to say at first, your hands resting on his cheeks as you looked down at him. “I picked the blue tablecloths because they reminded me of the colour of the lake from that day. I picked white roses for my centerpieces because you brought me a white rose the day before we all left for home after the war. This entire wedding...this is our wedding; the only thing that was missing was you.”

“I’m here now,” he whispered, taking one of your hands in his and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m here now, and I’m ready to be here forever. All you have to do is say yes.”

“All I have to do is say yes?” you repeated as his beautiful, wide eyes drew you in deeper and deeper by the millisecond. 

“One little word.” he refused to stand up until you gave him an answer. 

Craning your neck around, you looked back at the doorway for a brief moment. At that moment you were at a fork in the road of life, and as much as you tried, you couldn’t see much of either path. Both choices tugged at your heartstrings, each one pulling in the opposite direction of the other, but you knew your heart couldn’t be split in two. One way or the other, one choice would win over the other or your heart would be destroyed and left to decay all by itself. 

Crouching down so you could be face to face with him, you intertwined your fingers with his. “Yes.” you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his ever-so-slightly; the right decision suddenly becoming clear as day when you pictured a future with Joe. “But only if we can have blue tablecloths and white roses at our wedding.”

“We can fly back to Austria and have our wedding at that damn lake if that’s what you want.” Joe trapped you in his arms and rose to his feet again, swinging you around a little before putting you back down. 

“I thought you were never going to come back to me,” you confessed. 

“It just took me a little while to figure out how much I needed you.” he kissed you once more, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he finally could. “I knew I loved you from the minute I met you, but I just needed a little help with the rest. But now, good luck getting rid of me.”

You let out a soft giggle. “I’m so in love with you, Joeseph Liebgott.”

#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfiction #band of brothers fanfic #joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #x reader #reader insert #liebgott x reader #fluff #angst #lostinthewiind

[andrewhaldane]

I'm honestly not trying to start anything,i just havea question. The real Joeseph Liebgott was Jewish by his mother, he was baptized& brought up Catholic relogion by his father. In my Jewish studies class, that had Jewish people in it, there was a debate with every1 on what makes people Jewish. Was it an ethnicy or a religion, the class was divided. I'm not sure what is going on with all the Liebgott posts, pt 1 of 2

Pt 2 So my question is the same from the class and about Leibgott, what is everyone arguing about & is someone still Jewish if they are raised catholic?

Hi, anon here again, I didn’t want to offend anyone about that Jewish question, it’s just something we literally talked about today in class and I was honestly curious. But I don’t know if I worded it right and possibly made it sound offensive, if I did I sincerely apologise.

hey so i’m not jewish, i’m absolutely not the best person to ask, but we’ve had this discussion before in this fandom. people like to argue about basically the exact question you’re asking, but when it comes down to it, it doesn’t matter all that much, because it doesn’t change the fact that the dramatized version of liebgott presented in band of brothers is 100% canonically jewish in both ethnicity and religion. to not acknowledge that, whether by simply ignoring it or by going so far as to write christmas headcanons or create christmas icons with lieb, is erasure. 

#anonymous #answered

[unles]

Friendly little reminder that Joeseph Liebgott LITERALLY said he would 'accidentally' blow Sobel up with a grenade

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #dick winters #richard winters #lewis nixon #hbo war #easy company

[auroargraves]

you know that "just liebgott in the back looking hot af" gifset? of course you do. we all do. all i want to know is: AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO STILL THINKS ABOUT HIS CROOKED TIE!? WHY ARE YOU LIKE THAT JOESEPH LIEBGOTT? WHY ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE WITH YOUR TIE CROOKED AND LOOKING ALL FAUX INNOCENT? WHO DID THE TIE THING? WAS IT YOU? WAS IT WEBSTER? GOD!

LISTEN, I went to find that gif because I never notice it before and HOLY FUCK you’re right! It’s so crooked like someone’s been pulling at it!

And HONESTLY his hair looks a bit weird too – not like his usual style.

It’s as if someone runs their fingers in them while they’re making out and the other hand is pulling Liebgott closer by his necktie and that someone (looks at Webster) hastily combs Lieb's hair back to look presentable IM DLDJDJSKS

#anon #askbox

[mads-weasley]

Of Course It’s You

Joe Liebgott x Reader

A/N: If you can’t tell, I’m obsessed with Band of Brothers right now! I highly recommend this show! It is so amazing and will make you thankful for the sacrifices our soldiers made during WWII. This isn’t my best work, but here it goes! Anyways, sadly, I do not own any of these amazing characters other than (y/n). Enjoy! Please leave me feedback!

Summary: You and Joe Liebgott’s feelings towards the other have developed a lot over the past few years, so when something happens to you, how will he react?

Warnings: blood, major angst with a little fluff

(y/n) your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Italics - flashbacks

When Joe met you in Toccoa, he was surprised and somewhat annoyed that a woman would be joining easy company. You were training to be a field medic like Eugene Roe so you had to split your time between the medic station and Sobel’s training. Liebgott would often make snarky comments like, “Thanks for showing up, princess,” or, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Is this all too much for you?”

Although he was annoying, you realized his anger and hostility was just a defense mechanism. Everyone was scared of what could happen to them in Europe over the next few years, including you. Every comment from Leibgott frustrated you, and most of the time, you came back with a comeback of your own.

You’d quip, “Wow, Joe. Did you really miss me that much?” or “Don’t worry, Lieb, I’ll hold your hand.”

As much as you wanted to hate him for the way he talked to and about you, you just couldn’t. He was the only person who could get under your skin and it ate you up. There was something about the man that pulled you towards him. Was it his cavalier attitude? The hair? The smile? You didn’t know, but you did know you were in trouble.

There were times he’d doubt your ability, but others that he would be shut up by your dedication and hardheadedness. One time, while running Currahee, he had fallen and gotten a nasty cut on his knee that was bleeding steadily....

Two years ago:

By the time he got back to the barracks, Joe couldn’t take a step without wincing. He tried to hide his obvious pain when people like Bull and Lip came to check on him. He’d just dismiss them with an “I’m fine,” or “It’s just a scratch.” They all believed him and went on with their nightly routine, but one person saw through his facade; you. As you cleaned the mud off of your boots, you saw him wince with every movement. Trying to conceal a limp, he made his way to the outhouse. After a few seconds, you grabbed your medic bag and got up, silently following him.

When you reached the outhouse, you heard a sharp hiss of pain followed by some curses. Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room to see Joe with his foot on the sink. He’s using a washcloth to try and scrub the blood off of his shin. He hears the door open but doesn’t turn around.

Letting out a huff of air, he keeps his back turned towards the sink, deciding not to turn around and face you. “I told you I’m fine, Lip. Just leave me the fu-“

“You’re a terrible liar, Liebgott.”

Spinning around, he has a look of confusion that soon changes to annoyance as he turns his back to you once again. “Of course it’s you, (y/l/n). If you’re here to make fun of me, do it and get out.”

Joe thought you came to give him crap about his fall, but in all actuality, you were worried about him. You wanted to immediately run over and help him up when he fell, but Sobel barked at the company to keep moving. It hurt you to see him in pain, no matter how demeaning and downright mean he could be at times. Taking a risk, you slowly walk towards him. Although he hears you, he keeps his back turned. Reaching him, you tap his shoulder.

“First off, I’m not here to make fun of you, and second off, I’m a medic remember, so I can tell when someone’s hurting or hiding the pain. Let me help you.”

“It’s just a scratch. I don’t need your help.”

“Joseph!” His eyes widened as he turned around to face you, “Stop being so damn stubborn for once!”

At the use of his full name, he knew he would have to let you help him. There was something about the way his name rolled off your tongue that sent chills through his body.

After rolling his eyes, he hops up on the counter. “Fine, woman. Ya’ happy now?”

Opening your bag, you get a alcohol wipe and start to clean the blood off of his shin. As you worked silently, Joe couldn’t pry his gaze off of you, and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the side of you he’d never seen before, or maybe it was just your natural beauty. Whatever it was, it caused a shift in his feelings toward you.

“This is gonna hurt, Joe. I have to clean it or it could get infected.”

“Alright,” he tilts his head back, taking a deep breath, “Go ahead.”

You take the wipe and clean out the rather large gash, making Leibgott groan quietly with his eyes clenched shut. It hurt you to hear his almost silent whimpers that he was trying to suppress. You acted like you didn’t hear them, of course.

“I’m so sorry, Joe, but this is going to need stitches.”

“It’s-“ he takes a breath, “It’s okay.”

Once you got all the dirt out of the wound, you began stitching him up. With each stitch, he let out a curse and tightened his grip on the counter he was sitting on, knuckles white. When you finished, you wrapped a bandage around the stitches and start to pack up your things.

“All right. You might want to take it easy the next few days. The last thing you need is to tear your stitches, so I’ll tell Winters to get something worked out with Sobel. Roe should have more bandages is you need them.”

As you turn and start to walk away, a warm hand grasps your wrist. You look over your shoulder to see Joe with an expression he’d never seen before.

“Thank you, (y/n).” He lets go and just stares at you.

Not breaking eye contact, you respond, “It’s nothi-“

His voice lowers to almost a whisper and his expression changes to serious, “I mean it. Thank you.”

This was the first time you’d ever seen a sliver of tenderness in the man, and it left you craving for more of it. With a nod and a slight smile, you make your way to the barracks. That night, your reoccurring thoughts of the night wouldn’t let you escape into a world of sleep, a world that would soon be filled with dreams of a certain Californian.

*end flashback*

From then on, he began to deeply admire you. Your spunky attitude with him but cool demeanor with everyone else drew him to you, along with the way you cared for others. Soon, admiration turned into something else that he never would have expected; a crush.

Before he even knew it, he dialed back his sassy remarks aimed at you and began to complement you on the smallest things. His sudden change of heart really confused you. Part of you thought he was trying to get under your skin you and another thought he was being genuine and actually cared.

3rd person pov:

Present Day: December, 1944

“(Y/n/n), are you awake?” A voice whispers.

A second voice groans softly. “Now I am. Thanks a lot, Joe.”

“Sorry. Are you warm enough? I mean, do you want my coat?”

“That’s yours, Lieb. You need it. Make sure you’re moving your feet around, okay? I don’t want you to get trench-foot.”

“Don’t worry about me. You’re shivering, doll. Look at your hands.”

The girl glances at the blue ice sickles she once called fingers. Letting out a pitiful sigh, she puts her hands under her armpits, trying to warm them up. Quietly scoffing, Joe gently pulls her wrists to him before wrapping her hands in his.

The temperature in Bastogne was beyond frigid. It felt like needles were constantly pricking any exposed skin that the air could touch. The Allies’ lack of supplies was devastating, especially for the troops on the line, Easy Company.

Since Toccoa, (y/n) and Joe Liebgott became best friends. Some people say “opposites attract” but everyone knew why they became so close, except them. Now in Belgium, (y/n) was in her foxhole with Liebgott, snuggled close for warmth. The action exhilarated both of the young people but also enveloped them into a slight feeling of safety, even when kraut bullets whizzed above their heads. Unbeknownst to the other, both of them had feeling for their foxhole partner.

They made it through D-Day and the battle of Carentan, but their current objective was to hold the line overlooking a town called Foy. It was German occupied and crucial to getting into Germany to end the war.

Gently taking her hand out of his, she cleared her throat, “All right. I’m gonna go see if Gene ever found those scissors he was looking for.”

“Okay. Keep your head down.”

She smiles and clumsily salutes, making Liebgott’s heart skip a beat. “Yes, sir!”

He laughs and hits her lightly on the shoulder. “Really though, (y/n/n). Please be careful. They’re not above shooting medics.”

With a nod, she starts to opens the cover of the foxhole but stops at the sound of his concerned voice.

“I’m coming with you.”

Rolling her eyes, she scoffs, “I’m not helpless, Joe. I can go by myself.”

The Californian furrows his brows, “I never said you were helpless. I would just feel better if I was with you.”

“Fine. Let’s go.”

He hurries to get his gun and exits the foxhole with her. As they went from hole to hole looking for Gene, (y/n) couldn’t stop thinking about how protective Liebgott had become over the last few weeks. She wasn’t complaining, especially after the way he treated her when they first met, but she was curious. What could make him change his attitude all of a sudden?

The pair walked silently through the snowy forest as the fear of being shot loomed over them. Joe was looking around, making sure no krauts were hiding in the trees or shrubs that were littered throughout the line. He kept (y/n) at an arms reach at all times, and this was no exception.

She turned around suddenly, scaring the young man, “What’s your dea-“

BANG!

A gunshot hung in the air as (y/n) yelped and fell onto Joe.

“(Y/l/n)! Everybody stay down! Shifty! Get on the sniper!” Lipton yelled from his nearby foxhole while Shifty started to scan Foy for the sniper. Lip started to get out and come towards the pair but someone pulled him back into it, warning him of the still present sniper.

Liebgott quickly lowered him and (y/n) to the ground where she was crying out in pain. It took him a few seconds to register what had just happened, but be soon snapped out of it and yelled, “MEDIC!” With every one of her cries, his heart broke.

“(Y/n)! Where are you hit!” Joe frantically spurts, looking her over with his hands hovering over her. He about gagged at the sudden wave of nausea that washed over him when he realized she was shot. He couldn’t lose her; not without telling her how he feels.

“My leg, Joe! Aagh! My leg!” She grunted through the pain, throwing her head back against the frozen, snowy ground.

“Okay, okay.” He scans her legs until he sees it; a bullet hole in her thigh. The surrounding material of her pants was already soaked with the sticky, crimson substance. Putting pressure on the wound with shaky hands, he quickly notices the absence of the company’s other medic.

“Damn it! Where’s Gene! MEDIC!”

(Y/n) takes a sharp breath. “Joe. I’m okay, it just.....hurts.”

The Cajun finally appears and slides down next to the pair, replacing Joe’s hands on the wounded medic’s leg. “I’m here. We gotta move, we’re out in the open! Help me, Liebgott!”

Joe was frozen, shifting his gaze from his now shaking and bloodied hands to (y/n)’s paling face. Roe quickly picked up on this, slightly shoving him to get his attention.

“Joe! Come on! We gotta move!”

Glossy eyes snap to Doc. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go!”

They each pick one of her legs up and hoist her into the air, moving behind some trees. She bites back a scream, coming out as a broken groan. Putting her down, Eugene began working on her leg. He feels around the wound and (y/n) clenches her teeth and hisses through them. When Doc felt the bump in the injury, he knew he would have to dig the bullet out.

“You’re gonna be okay, (y/n/n). I’m here.” Joe soothes, gently brushing the (y/h/c) off of her now sweaty forehead.

“Alrigh’, sweetheart, the bullet is still in there, so I’m gunna have to dig it out. I’m so sorry. I have morphine though, so it shou-“

(Y/n) interrupts him mid-sentence. “No. Save it. I can stand it.”

“Come on, (y/n/n). Let him help you!” Joe tries to reason with the stubborn girl.

“No! Get the bullet out, Gene.”

With a nod and a slight cringe, he digs into the wound for the small piece of metal. (Y/n) clenches her teeth so hard she thinks they might crack as Joe holds her against him, trying to comfort her. With each movement inside her thigh, the searing heat of pain runs down her leg to the point it clouds her vision. The darkness seemed so inviting, but she knew that if she fell into that hole, she might not come out.

Eugene was trying to find the bullet as fast he could, hurting his fellow medic the least he could. Her refusal of the morphine was such a (y/n) thing to do; so selfless. She always put others’ needs before her own, which made her a good medic for the company.

When his fingers felt the hard metal inside the wound he knew he had to hurry and patch her up, fearing she had already lost too much blood. His worries increased as he saw her eyes start to flutter shut.

“Joe! Keep her awake! She can’t go ta’ sleep!”

“Shit.” He softly taps her cheeks, continuing, “(Y/n), doll, stay awake. I know it hurts but you have to stay awake. Please.”

Scared to death, he grabs her hand and squeezes it, trying to make her more alert. His plan is successful when she squeezes back, mumbling something.

“Attagirl. You have to keep fighting.” The young Jew’s tear stained face morphs into one of confusion when she continues to mumble under her breath. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

Before she can answer, Roe finds the bullet and yanks it out. The searing pain causes her to cry out and squeeze Joe’s hand with bone crushing force but he doesn’t complain.

White spots dance around her vision and she starts to give in to the pain.

“Joe. I’m sor-“ she quietly trails off, eyes slowly closing.

He grabs her face in his hands. “Hey! No, no. (Y/n)! Wake up!”

When she doesn’t respond, he yells at Roe, “Gene! Help her, damn it!” His face falls mid-sentence and tears trickle down the young man’s face. “I’m sorry, I just...I can’t lose her, doc.”

Roe smiles softly while quickly bandaging the wound. “I know, Joe. She’s alright. Probly’ passed out from the pain. She does need to come off the line until it heals, though.”

At Doc’s reassuring words, Leibgott physically relaxed; his shoulders slumped and he let out a shaky huff of air, still holding her in his arms.

“You love her.”

The comment catches Joe completely off guard. He tenses up again, face heating up,“She’s my best friend. Of course I love her.”

Combining a scoff and a eye roll, Eugene responds, “You know what I mean. Your secrets safe with me, but make sure you tell er’.”

Sighing, he gives in. “After this, I definitely will.”

“Ya’ know, she was lucky. Two inches over and it would have hit her femoral artery.”

Joseph Liebgott hadn’t even had the chance to think about what had just transpired. His best friend and love was been shot and could’ve died without knowing how he felt about her. The spunky medic was two inches from being ripped from life and the man she loved. Thoughts of what could have happened swirled his mind until a familiar voice of Lipton yanked him from overthinking.

“Doc! We got the sniper! Take (y/l/n) to the med station! We’ll cover you! Go...now!”

As Easy Company opened fire in the town of Foy, Joe gathered the young woman into his arms and quickly carried her bridal style to the Jeep that had pulled up to take her to safety. Reaching it, another medic hopped off and helped Liebgott put her on a stretcher.

The jeep roared to life and as much as he wanted to go with her back to the hospital, he knew he was needed on the line. Realizing his inner conflict, Roe places a hand on his shoulder, “I’ll keep an eye on er’ for you, Joe.”

The driver calls out to the pair, “You coming or not? We gotta go!”

In a split second decision, Joe yells back, “One second!” Leaning down, he places a sweet kiss to (y/n)’s sweaty forehead before whispering, “I love you. I’ll be waiting when you come back to me, sweetheart.”

Pulling away, he sees her eyes slightly open and her lips quirked up into a small smile. His heart drops at the fact that she’d heard his confession. Out of the million ways he had thought about telling her how he felt, this was not one of the preferable ones. He could feel his heart begin to race as she whispered where only he could hear, “I love you, too. Don’t be too mean while I’m gone, Joseph.”

Right after the last word left her mouth, he leaned down and planted his chapped lips on hers in a soft but desperate kiss that conveyed all the other feelings they had left unsaid. Seconds after they parted, the car began to start down the road. Roe’s smiling face and nod was the last thing Joe saw before carefully making his way back to his foxhole, mind spinning from their kiss and confessions.

Plopping down into his hole, he’s surprised when he sees Lipton in there waiting on him.

“Is (y/n) alright?”

“Yeah. A kraut got her in her leg, but Doc patched her up. She’s gotta come off the line for a little bit though.”

“Good. We all know how much you care about her.” His expression changed to an amused one. “She’ll be back before we know it, so please be careful. If you get hurt, she’s gonna beat my ass.”

“Yeah, she’d beat my ass too.”

Both men let out some much-needed laughs before turning their attention back to the line. In that moment, Joeseph Liebgott vowed that he was going to make it through the snowy hell that was Bastogne for the young medic to whom his heart belonged.

#joe liebgott #joe liebgott imagine #joe liebgott imagines #joeseph liebgott #Joseph liebgott imagines #joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott angst #band of brothers #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader #Eugene roe #carwood lipton #shifty powers #bastogne #ww2 #101st airborne division #hurt/comfort #bob20anniversary

[dailydoseofweb]

Dear Web,

Holy Shit.

I actually had to have Chuck help hold Joe. Webster, I kid you not, our boy was going to dive right into your fight.

Hell if I know what he was actually going to do but it would have been a show nonetheless.

You owe Chuck after this. My poor dear is getting sworn to hell and back. You better be nice to him next time. Otherwise you’ll have more to worry about than just Snafu.

Speaking of, that’s one mean hold he’s got you in. He’s one flexible S.O.B, isn’t he? Looks like a feral koala wrapped around you.

-Babe

#band of brothers #joeseph liebgott #babe heffron #the pacific #merriel snafu shelton #(lieb’s not sure what he would have done either) #(but damn it he wants to do something) #(Chuck holding back a semi-feral Web is one of my new favorite things)

[televisionboy]

joeseph david liebgott

for @liebegott and @wexhappyxfew the two liebgott ceos <3

#this took me almost two hours 🥺🥺🥺🥺 #band of brothers #joe liebgott #my edits #band of brothers meme #joe liebgott headcanons #joe liebgott imagine #joe liebgott x reader

[lostinthewiind]

Frosted Windows

Joe Liebgott - Band of Brothers 

*Based on the characters from the show and not the real-life soldiers who fought bravely for the United States of America in wwii* 

@liebgoth wanted some Joe Liebgott stuff so here it is children. 

Synopsis: it’s a cold night in Holland and not even the thick duvet of your bed can keep you warm. The frosted windows taunt you, reminding you of your bedroom back home and keeping you awake. Thankfully, you’re not the only one who’s found a rather sleepless night. 

Sitting up against the backboard of the single bed you had been given for the night, you balled the duvet into your fists and pulled the blanket tighter around your body — if that was even possible. Your teeth were chattering non-stop and you were shaking so hard you could feel your abdominal muscles aching from being constantly tensed. 

As much as you were grateful for the old couple that had offered to take you and a few other men in for the night, you couldn’t help but wish you were back in that old, dingy barn where you could wedge your small body in between Bull and Martin and steal their warmth. 

The bed you were staying in was more than comfortable, but the walls were thin and you were freezing, which meant you weren’t sleeping; and when you weren’t sleeping you were often thinking about home. Many things tended to remind you of your home, often times something small or unsuspecting, and that evening it was the frosted window that sat above the dresser of the small room. 

The night sky was dark and filled with stars, and even though there was nothing that stood out specifically, you found yourself thinking back to when you would stay up on cold nights, just like that one, and stare out into the dark sky. Sometimes you would count the stars, sometimes you would try to make shapes and pictures out of them; anything to distract yourself from the cold.

That night, however, nothing was distracting you from the cold.

Throwing the blanket off of yourself, you swung your legs over the side of your bed and stood up. You weren’t exactly sure where you were going to go, but you knew you had to get up and distract your mind and body with something other than thoughts of home and shivering. 

You opened the door slowly and carefully, cautious not to allow the squeaking hinges to make too much noise and wake anyone up. The last thing you wanted was for one of the many closed doors to swing open and reveal a bleary-eyed, angry Paratrooper who had been woken from his first good sleep in weeks. 

Your socked feet padded along the wooden floor as you made your way down the hall. At the other end of the corridor were the steps down to the main floor, and you thought maybe you could sneak downstairs and sit on the couch for a while. Maybe a change in scenery would tire you out a little bit. 

As you neared the end of the row of doors, you noticed one of them was cracked open slightly. You paused for a second, your arms wrapped around your torso as you tried to remember whose room was the first one on the right.  

“I can see you, you know.” a whispered voice came from the darkness. 

You jumped a little, not expecting anyone to be awake and certainly not expecting anyone to catch you peering through the crack in the doorway like a stalker. 

You couldn’t exactly tell who it was from the voice, so you took a step closer. “Sorry.” you apologized. “I was just…well, I was just walking around.”

“I heard your feet on the floor.” the person sat up, allowing the moonlight shining through the door to illuminate part of their face. It was Joe Liebgott, the snarky Jewish taxi driver from Oakland who was always ready with a quick comeback for whatever someone had to say to him. 

You liked Joe, but in all honesty, you weren’t so sure he liked you. Sometimes the two of you would talk like old friends, but other times he would act like you meant nothing more to him than a filthy Kraut did. He was an oddball, but maybe that was why you found him so alluring. 

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” you pushed the door open even further and leaned against the doorframe. “I just couldn’t sleep.”

“That makes two of us.” the rather thin man drew his knees up and rested his arms on them. “Why couldn’t you sleep?” he inquired, the half of his face that you could see in the minimal light expressing what seemed like genuine interest.

You shuddered slightly as a cold patch of air passed by, the action itself pretty much answering the question at hand. “Cold,” you answered simply, deciding not to add the part about being homesick. You didn’t need Joe taunting you about it for days on end. 

Joe’s eyes drifted to the window in his own room, which was also frosting around the edges. “It is cold out,” he nodded as if he had to check for himself before accepting the reason as valid. His eyes then shifted back to you and you suddenly felt as if you were standing in such an awkward, unnatural way. You became hyperaware of everything you did, even down to your breathing.

The way his dark eyes cut through the shadows and took in your figure before him was both tantalizing and terrifying. At that moment you found yourself realizing just how handsome of a man Joeseph Liebgott really was. You had never thought he was ugly, per se, but you had yet to notice how soft his hair looked, despite being caked with dirt, or how inviting his lips seemed even though they were dry and cracked. 

“I should probably go.” you dragged your mind out of the gutter it was settling itself into and pushed away from the doorframe. “I don’t want to keep you up. I’m sure you want to go back to sleep.”

You reached for the doorknob to pull it shut once more, but his low, quiet voice stopped you. “Don’t go.” he slid further back against the headboard to make room at the end of the bed. “Stay. Talk for a while.”

You furrowed your brows at the request. Never before had Joe asked anything from you, nevertheless for you to talk to him. He always seemed like such a closed-off, personal sort of man. You had never heard him talk about anything really serious in the years you had known him. 

“Okay.” you agreed, and before you even knew what you were doing, you stepped into the room, shut the door behind yourself, made your way over to the bed, and sat down. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know.” he shrugged, suddenly seeming much less sure of himself. 

A wave of silence fell over the room and before long you were shivering once again, your teeth bouncing off of one another in your mouth and making faint clacking sounds. You tried your best to keep your dropping body temperature on the down low, but in the deafening silence and stillness of the bedroom, it was hard. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about being cold.” Joe flipped the cover up beside himself and patted the spot with his hand. “Come on. Just watching you is making me shake.”

Thankful for the nice gesture, you crawled up to the top of the bed and settled yourself beside Joe. As you tucked your knees up to your chest, Joe threw the duvet back over you and absentmindedly tucked the blanket in as tight as he could, making sure you were as warm as possible. 

“Thanks.” you smiled softly. 

“Yeah.” he adjusted his own position before his eyes settled on the dark corner of the room. “You miss home?” he asked out of the blue, making you believe for a second he might possess the ability to read minds.

Since he brought up the topic, you decided there was no need to lie about it. “All the time,” you admitted. “About ten minutes ago I was sitting in my room staring at the window and thinking about how it reminded me of home. A freaking window. I swear I get reminded of that damn place by the smallest things, and I didn’t even like it that much!”

A small chuckle escaped Joe’s lips. “Wasn’t a fan of the family?” he half-joked, half-questioned.

“Mmm, not necessarily the family, although they had their moments.” you not-so-fondly remembered the many heated arguments you got into with your parents. “More the town itself. Very boring…very one dimensional. Everyone did the same thing every day and was somehow okay with it. I couldn’t live like that.”

“So you decided to jump out of planes.”

“I figured that was the logical next step, yes.” you giggled, your hand covering your mouth to muffle the sound. 

As Joe’s own laughter died down, he exhaled slowly, his smile remaining. “You’re a funny girl, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” you turned your head to look at him, slightly surprised at how close the two of you had gotten. 

“Lots of guys compliment you?” he cocked a single brow quizzically.

You knew which direction the prying question was heading in and somehow didn’t mind at all. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” you taunted him. You waited for him to say anything in response, but when he didn’t, you continued the previous conversation. “What about you? What was home like?”

“Me and my cab.” he thought back on his days as a taxi driver with the hint of a smile on his face. “Lots of people looked down on the job but I quite enjoyed it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and gave him a light shove. “I was asking about your family, you weirdo! Not your love affair with your taxi cab.”

“Hey, what happens between me and my cab is none of your business,” he retaliated with a shove back. “I had five brothers and sisters, a mom and a dad. My home life was good, very average. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Wow, that’s the stuff of fairytales right there.” you mocked, earning a look from him and another shove. “Hey, I’m serious! That’s a bestseller right there. Very heartwarming.” 

“Your story wasn’t very uplifting either.” he reminded you. 

You sighed and brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. “Real life never is, is it?” you stated. “I mean, look at us now. This war…this is nothing to write about. All of this, all of us, we will be forgotten just like the stories of soldiers that came before.”

“You’re really good at bringing down the mood, aren’t you?”

You smiled again, this time only letting the corners of your mouth curl slightly. “I try my best.” your eyes drifted to the door and you realized just how long you had been sitting there. “I really should go now.” you moved to climb over him. “Wouldn’t want to waste a whole night with mindless chatter.”

As you maneuvered over Joe you found yourself at some point inches away from his face. You paused for a second, which turned out to be a horrible idea because once you were there you didn’t want to move. 

“Goodnight,” you whispered to break the tension. 

In a swift motion, Joe reached up and cupped your face with both hands, leaned in, and his lips met yours. It was a quick and rather simple kiss, but you felt the connection as strongly as if he had backed you against a wall and shoved his tongue down your throat. 

When he pulled back a few inches so he could look at you, his dark eyes were suddenly lighter somehow and filled with emotion. “You should stay,” he whispered back. 

“Yeah…” the words spilled out of your mouth like water, your brain too focused on what had just happened to form any real response. 

Moving back to your original spot, you pulled the blanket over your shoulder and settled in, this time for the night. You weren’t planning on leaving, and even if you were, you were sure Joe had no intentions of letting you. 

Joe lied down next to you and draped his arm over your waist, his fingertips brushing against the skin where your shirt had ridden up and causing extra goosebumps to the already chilled surface. 

“You’re so goddamn cold.” he murmured as his eyes fell shut and his breathing fell into a calming rhythm.

Tangling your legs with his, you shifted closer and shut your eyes as well, focusing on matching your breathing with his. “I’m sure I won’t be for much longer.” 

Without another word, the two of you fell into the best sleep either of you had had in a very long time. And just like you had predicted, you warmed up rather quickly as Joe wrapped you tighter in his arms throughout the night. 

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #frosted windows #fluff #fanfic #oneshot #hbowar #cold nights #cute

[theongreyjoyyyy]

Liebgott, Joseph D, sir

#NOT MY GIFS #joeseph liebgott #joe liebgott #band of brothers