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Ugh Eugene, be still my heart 😩

— eugene headcanon: that time of the month

about: one look at this soft boy and i would step on a rusty nail for him. continuing the series, this one isn’t as humorous because i can’t help but bust out fluff with this man

warnings: natural body stuff!! reader having some body image issues

— trust me that this sweet bunny will be the best at taking care of you when you need it

— he does so much research to understand your situation

— literally he will go to a bookshop and get female anatomy books (since he’s more versed on men). he’ll know all the helpful remedies as well as signs of anything harmful

— gene has MAGICAL touches

— he’ll push on your uterus with his hand, and the counter pressure against cramps feels AMAZING. he’ll do it for hours even when his hand starts to hurt

— for the nights you’re crying because your cramps are bad, he will stay up all night rubbing your back to help you sleep

— he never asks for anything in return

— often giving you chocolates, blueberries, and cranberry juice because he heard it helps

— him warming up blankets in the dryer and burrito-ing you

— sometimes you want to be left alone and he understands but he’ll check up on you every few hours (how can you deny him peeking around the doorway with those concerned puppy eyes?)

— he’ll do the household chores so you can just relax when it gets bad

— when you’re struggling with a rollercoaster of emotions, such as feeling ugly because you’re bloated or because your acne is acting up, gene will calmly reassure you

— “what you’re feeling is valid, but just know that to me you’re never ugly, dove”

— sometimes you cry over the littlest things because they either frustrate you or because it’s something so sweet (like squirrels playing in the yard), and gene becoming your emotional support teddy bear

— gene will bust out herbal remedies for any nausea you may have

— when he’s sent out for the mission to get pads/tampons, he will not know what would help the best but will literally get one of everything and he just looks like a lost kid carrying all these boxes

— and because of that, y’all have a cabinet full of different sizes of pads/tampons for every occasion (kind of like that spice cabinet everyone has lol)

— often going to him like, “i can’t tell if it’s cramps or appendicitis!”

— “my boob hurts but is it actually a heart attack?”

— “is it actually my period or am i internally bleeding?”

— gene giving you the softest look like ‘honey, you’re funny, you’re fine’, and giving the same response every time, “it’s just your period”

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I’ve thought of band of brothers (especially Eugene) whenever I listen to this song since it came out, so this is so special and dear to my heart 🥹

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Only twenty minutes to sleep

But you dream of some epiphany

꧁꧂

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I visited the Eagle’s Nest a few days ago and I still can’t believe I was at the same place as Easy a company all those years ago!! I was recognizing my the places they show in Band of Brothers and everything. Like where Speirs bumped into the seat (very smooth) and the balcony where Winters told them the German army surrendered. I was fangirling so hard thinking those babies celebrated there

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Happy D-Day everyone!!

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Band of brothers haunts my brain no matter where I am 😔

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I love that period of time between taking an exam and getting your score back because you’re blissfully unaware of just how fucked you truly are. It’s truly the eye of a hurricane

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This was sooo cute! Thank you so much!!! The way he just told her “write me” 🤭

Hey heyyy!! Could I please request anything with Eugene Roe? It can be headcanons or a short one shot, whatever you feel like 🥰 I just miss him

Hey, thanks for your request. And of course I will write something for our favorite medic (no offense Spina, we love you too(;).

Have fun reading it and I hope you like it!

Eugene Roe x f!reader

Masterlist

Warning: no use of Y/N, all based on the character and not the real soldier(s), none

Bloody kisses on your cheek

It snowed in Foy, and the cold wind whipped against the old doors from the church, where Easy Company listened to the choir. The men sat there in silence and enjoyed the moment of peace, all knowing they had to fight soon again. 

Eugene sat next to Babe and thought about Bill and Joe. He knew he couldn't have done something that could have saved them from losing their legs, but he still felt guilty. Wanting a moment for himself, he went outside, closing the door carefully to not interrupt the angelic voices of the ladies. 

It was still snowing and bitterly cold as he wandered around the nearly humanless city. His cold hands in his pocket, he looked around and noticed another smaller church with a graveyard. This church had to be the aid station of Foy, because of the red cross banner above the entrance, Gene thought.

The young combat medic decided to continue his walk on the graveyard. Passing grave by grave, he unexpectedly noticed a blood trail in the glowing white snow. His medical instincts took over, and he followed the red path until he saw a person leaning against the bricks from the holy building. A young woman, holding her stomach. Eugene rushed over, kneeling in front of her. The lady reminded him of Renee, the young nurse he had met in Bastogne, not far from here, and lost on Christmas Eve.

„Hey, you're bleeding; I want to help you; I'm a medic.“ He rattled down, unpacking a gauze bandage. She looked up with a shocked expression on her face. „Don't worry, you're safe; I won't hurt you.“ Eugene calmed her down, then turned his attention back to her wound. „Let me see your stomach, please.“ She did what the medic said and undid her dirty apron and blouse. Eugene's face relaxed a bit as he saw that it was just a grazing shot. The woman in front of Gene winced as he touched her bare skin with his cold hands. „Sorry, love,“ He replied while putting some sulfonamide powder on the bleeding injury and then applying the gauze bandage. „Thank you,“ She whispered with a soft, nearly invisible smile. Eugene retuned the little smile and helped her put on the clothes. „I'm Ada.“ „My name's Gene, Eugene Roe; it's nice to meet you, Ada.“

After they had sat there for a bit, the two sauntered across the churchyard. Gene had his arm around Ada's waist to support her walking. He enjoyed the moment they shared. The moment of a woman's company, which he had missed out on during the wartime.

Finding a weathered bench, near a half-bombed house, they sat down after wiping away the icy snow. „This was my grandmas house,“ Ada told the men beside her and pointed to a small house in front of them; the dark green paint peeled off the door, windows were shattered, and the front yard fence was only half intact. „Must have looked beautiful before the war had happened.“ Gene put on his typical, shy smile. „It indeed did, look.“ His gaze fell on a tiny picture of the house and three persons, which Ada had pulled out of her pocket. The medic recognized Ada as the person in the middle; she wore a dark red evening dress with a white pearl necklace, and she had curled, short hair. Next to her were an older lady and an elderly man; Gene assumed them to be Ada's grandparents. The house in the background was undamaged, as was the yard, where flowers of all kinds were blooming.

„It is truly beautiful.“ Eugene whispered, his eyes still on the piece of paper. The girl beside him nodded, smiling, and slipped the paper back into her pocket. She shivered as another gust of wind came through the street. „You're shivering; let me give you my jacket.“ Ada stopped him from undoing his jacket and smiled warmly. „Keep it, Eugene; I have a coat myself; I must have forgotten it in the station.“ She pointed to the improved aid station behind them. „You are a nurse?“ Eugene asked. „Yes.“ Ada nodded while getting up, her hands covering up the spot with the wound. „I have to go back anyway. Maybe you want to come with me? We can use every hand we can get.“ Eugene stood up as well. „When you are a nurse and this church is an aid station, why were you behind the church with our stomach wound?“ „I had taken a break when the Germans attacked; they were shooting at the people in front of the aid station, and it would not have been safe for me.“ The combat medic understood and chose not to ask any further questions. „To answer your question, I'd love to help you and the people of Foy, but I have to get back to my company. I'm sorry, Ada.“ Ada tolerated the man's decision and just answered with a small simper. „It was nice to meet you, Eugene Roe.“ „It was nice to meet you too, Ada.“ Suddenly Eugene wanted nothing more than to hug the small woman in front of him, wanting not to leave her. He had an idea; pulling out a paper, he wrote down the address of his apartment back home.

„Ada!“ He yelled down the street, where the nurse were walking back the snowy path they had come from. She immediately stopped, turned towards the voice, and saw the man she had spoken to a few minutes ago running towards her. Gene stopped in front of her and pressed the thin paper into her hand. „Write me.“ Looking at the piece in her hand, her smile grew. „I will.“ Ada responded and hesitated for a split second before leaning forward and kissing the medics cheek, which was reddened from the cold air. Then she continued walking back to the aid station, leaving Eugene alone on the empty street.

Eugene touched the spot where the girl's lips had been a few seconds ago and smiled. After losing his love stare, he walked back to his company, where Babe was already waiting for him, ready to bomb him with questions about his location the last hour.

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cramps so bad they make me want to call medic and shakily light a cigarette while i wait

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First Kiss

I don’t remember where I got this gif sorry :(

- Eugene x fem reader

- Fluffy snippet of your first kiss with Eugene.

- a/n: first time writing on here, kinda nervous. Hope you like it!

1944, Bastogne

You had been with Easy Company as their medic since the beginning. Meaning you had spent a lot of time with Eugene. You thought of him mostly as a good friend. He was kind, patient, and he truly listened.

These same traits led you to harbor a small crush on him as well, though you tried to smother those feelings as much as possible. War wasn’t the time or place to be having feelings for someone, especially someone you had to see and work with every single day.

Now you were in Bastogne, and the conditions were hard on everyone. The cold seeped into your bones to the point where you could hardly move, but Eugene always kindly yet sternly reminded you to keep moving to get the blood flowing. He was always looking after everyone, going from foxhole to foxhole. Several times a day you offer to go in his place instead but he declines, wanting to keep you safe.

You often keep yourself busy by counting supplies and checking on the more minor injuries of your fellow soldiers. As you were looking through your supplies you felt someone jump into your foxhole and settle in next to you.

“Hey y/n, how you holdin’ up?” asked Eugene.

“Oh I’m just dandy Gene. How about yourself?” you responded with a posh accent through a tired smile while turning to look at him. He looked so good like this. His hair slightly messy from running his hands through it countless times and his nose slightly red from the cold.

Eugene slightly smiled at your response as he also began to look through his supplies to see if he could share some with you. “I’m fine. Joe Toye’s missin’ his boots,” he grumbles.

“And how the hell did he manage to do that?” you ask incredulously.

“He says they got blown up during a bombing.”

“Oh well yeah that makes sense,” you roll your eyes. The topic of missing boots reminds you of something. “Y’know, I lost a pair of boots once. They were my favorites,” you remember wistfully.

Eugene stares at you with confusion after your statement. So you elaborate. “Well, I think they were actually stolen from me by a girl in high school.”

“Huh… and uh.. why do you think that?” Eugene asks, clearly still confused but wanting to go along with your story. You turn your body so that you’re facing him with a look in your eyes that lets him know you’re in story telling mode, which he loves. You jump right into the story.

“There was this girl in high school, let’s name her Gladys, who would always tease me and make fun of me. She’d been like that ever since the fourth grade. Anyway, her and her little fan club would always tease me for never having had a boyfriend in high school. So one day, I was so sick of it I let her have it. I won’t spoil your innocent ears with the things I said to her but let’s just say she was not happy.

“For a little more context, my mom always made us take our shoes off before we came into the house. So that day, I blissfully walked home, took my boots off before going inside, and floated through the rest of my day high on the feeling of putting Gladys in her place. However, the next morning, my boots were gone. Just like that! My theory is that she and her friends came by my house that evening and took my precious boots right from under me.”

You finish your story by shaking your head in mourning of your boots. Eugene just looks at you with amusement and something else in his eyes.

“Poor y/n and her precious boots,” he says sympathetically, though slightly teasing.

“I know, but somehow, I managed to live on to tell the tale and here we are,” you sigh dramatically as you tilt your head back against the dirt wall of the foxhole. You liked to distract Eugene as often as you could by telling him little stories or making up games. They weren’t always the best, but you could tell he appreciated the effort.

He quietly chuckled. “Here you are,” he drawled out while admiring you. He then looked down at his hands covered in blood. You followed his gaze and started thinking about how difficult being a medic is. After a few moments of silence, Eugene speaks up.

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”

The question made you freeze. You’d never admitted it but all that teasing from Gladys made you insecure. You avoid that topic like your life depends on it. If the men ever commented or asked you about your love life, you would always say something flirty to distract them and turn the conversation back on them. You realize you’d been quiet for a while and felt Eugene looking at you. You felt the instinct to avoid this conversation, but you felt like you could be honest with him. He deserved it.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not like I never wanted to have one, it just never happened for me. And then I graduated and joined the Army.” You avoided eye contact. You were nervous. And when you get nervous, you say stupid things. Things you regret almost immediately. Like now. You let out an awkward laugh and say, “Hell, I’ve never even kissed a guy before.”

As soon as you say that, your eyes go wide and Eugene feels you tense up. While you’re internally panicking and sweating, Eugene is looking at you softly. He knows you very well and he knows you’re feeling nervous. It wasn’t his intention, he was just curious. He’s liked you since the moment you started spitting out random facts about different topics in an attempt to distract him after accidentally grabbing his hand instead of scissors during training in Toccoa. He found you adorable and sweet. But just like you, he’d kept those feeling to himself out of fear.

In a severely out of character surge of boldness, Eugene stretches his hand out and crooks his finger under your chin to encourage you to look at him. Your cheeks are a little more rosy than usual and he smiles at the observation.

After a moment of contemplation, Eugene decides his next move. He slowly gets closer to you, giving you enough time to back away. He expects you to maybe push him off, but he hopes you don’t. Instead you’re looking at him with a sort of hopeful curiosity. When he’s mere centimeters from your face, he whispers, “Is it alrigh’ with you if I kiss you?”

You can’t believe this is happening. Eugene wants to kiss you. You’ve had a crush on the guy for such a long time and now he wants to kiss you. You don’t trust your voice, so you settle on nodding your head while looking at his lips. The movement is slow, like you’re in a trance.

“Y/n, I need words, are you alright?”

You could’ve melted right there. “Yes I’m good, you can kiss me,” you whisper hurriedly. Eugene nods and finally closes the distance between the two of you. It’s a sweet kiss, just like you expected a kiss from a Eugene to be like. It lasted a few seconds before he pulled back, not wanting to overwhelm you. You looked at him with such an innocent and honest expression of awe he could feel himself wanting to take care of you even more, if that was even possible.

“Was that okay?” he questioned while looking into your eyes for some sort of indication of how you were feeling.

Instead of responding you placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him back to you. This time, the kiss held more meaning. It held all the words you had wanted to say to each other since that moment in Toccoa.

When you broke apart you smiled at him giddily while your hand was caressing his cheek. “You just kissed me.”

Your smile was so endearing to him he couldn’t help but smile back. Which lately was a rare sight coming from him. “I did. I’ve been wanting to for a long time,” his voice was much deeper than you were used to.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“I dunno. I guess I was nervous you’d slap me away or somethin’. Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about me kissin’ ya.”

“Hmm… maybe you should kiss me again. Just to make sure I know how I feel about it,” you respond with a hint of mischief behind your eyes.

“Oh yea?”

That deep voice of his was going to be the death of you. You smile flirtatiously and furrow your eyebrows.

“Oh definitely.”

The End

Thank you for reading this, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I liked writing it!

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I need an edit of Austin Butler in bike riders to the mister lover lover sounds on tik tok. I would be so happy.

I saw one for young Tom Welling and it was LIFE CHANGING. so yea if anyone knows of any that exist or has the ability to make edits, pls help a girl out bc I can’t make edits for shit 💕

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THIS IS SO STINKING CUTE

Let's shout it out:::

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Merry Christmas!! 🎄

In honor of it being Christmas, I dutifully watched ep 6 Bastogne 😌 I love Eugene with all my heart that poor baby 🥲

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I’m on a train so obviously I’m thinking about the train scene in ep 1 between Winters, Nixon, and Welsh. Specifically nixon’s “going my way?” And I love the colors idk why

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This is too real

in another life I'm touring memorial sites, museums and the streets of belgium thinking about doc roe.

in this life i'm driving to work, keeping my spirit alive with spice girls...and thinking about doc roe.

you see the difference?

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Happy birthday to my love, my life Eugene “Doc” Roe

(I don’t remember where I got this picture from sorry!)

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Imagine dancing to Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer with Eugene in his backyard or his front porch in bayou chene after dinner with the fireflies and crickets chirping. hands outstretched and fingers tangled together while you sway together and he twirls you. Both have dopey smiles on your faces bc of how happy you are. He just looks at you and knows he loves you and he’s never gonna let you go

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Just imagine Roe being so gentle when kissing you because he's scared that he's gonna hurt you if he kisses too hard or too passionate. And that continues on throughout the relationship :3 such a sweet boy.