#eugene roe/reader

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i'm sorry this is so open-ended, but for the ask game about holding stuff headcanons, i would like any gene roe ship you can get down with other than baberoe! since you've already done that one and i'm not 100% sure of your roe rarepairs so i want to make sure it's one you like.

Send me a ship, and I’ll tell you who holds what.

i’m gonna do Gene/Reader here, but!! if you want any other specific gene pairings im wholly up for giving them a go too!! i love my son and i can talk about him all damn day so asks regarding him are always absolutely welcome 100% of the time<3

The umbrella, when it rains - Gene, cause he’s a real gentleman at heart, and wants to make sure you don’t catch a cold or anything from the damp. He’d also offer you his coat in a heartbeat, if you asked.

The popcorn at the cinema - Neither of you, as neither of you ends up getting it, instead choosing chocolate or ice cream. You usually end up going out for a meal afterwards anyways, so you can chat about the film over food somewhere nice (otherwise, you end up back at his apartment with pizza on the coffee table and fingers woven into hair)

The baby, when it cries - Gene does the holding itself, though the pair of you both crowd around and do your best to try and calm them down

The ice cream cone, when they share - You do at first, though when it starts to melt and trickles down between your fingertips, you end up passing it across to Gene; who’s mouth falls open in a little “o”, cheeks flushing rosy pink as you lick the runoff from your hands

The remote, when they sit down to watch a movie - You alternate, letting Gene pick on the nights when his shift at the hospital that day had been particularly rough. He in turn lets you pick on the nights you’re not feeling so good, tucking you under his arm and pressing soft warm kisses to your temple

The basket, when they go shopping - Gene!! once again, it just seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do to him. He knows you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself, don’t worry about that. He does smile a little smugly as his arm flexes to lift it, however, eager to show off

The door, on dates - Do I even need to answer this? It’s Gene most of the time, though on the days you do it for him it never fails to make him smile

The other’s hand, most often - Gene likes to know you’re there, so he’s always quick to link his fingers through yours whenever he gets a chance to, especially on the nights one of you isn’t feeling their best

Their breath, upon seeing the other on their wedding day - Gene is shook (for desperate want of a better word) by your beauty pretty much every day as it is, so seeing you walk down the aisle has his heart pounding at like ten times it’s regular pace (which, if he weren’t a doctor himself, he would probably have gotten checked out by now)

The camera, when they take pictures together - Gene!! He loves collecting memories with you and filling his phone up with them, especially for the days that his shifts are particularly long and he has to go a long time without seeing you. He’s got a photo of the two of you as his wallpaper, in flower crowns his nieces made you both during the summer when you’d gone to visit his sister

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Welcome Home - Eugene ‘Doc’ Roe/Reader - Band of Brothers

Written for the lovely @mawpheen-and-sizzuhs

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You held your breath as you walked down the road as fast as you could. Today was the day, it was finally here. After all those letters, after the pain of not knowing, and the uncertainty of never seeing him again, today was finally the day. You wiped your eyes as your pace quickened, and you tried to make your way past the throng of people on the streets. Soon you would see him, soon you would *hold* him.

“Y/N!” Eugene Roe’s voice called from somewhere you couldn’t see. “Y/N!”

You tried pushing past a couple but they wouldn’t move, so then you tried going around them, but try as you might, there simply wasn’t space.

“Y/N!”

“Gene!” Your hand shot up in the air and you jumped up and down, waved it frantically. You couldn’t see him, but maybe he could see you. “Gene!”

The man you’d seen a thousand times in your dreams pushed his way through the crowd, and you jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. He laughed, and you could feel his arms close around you, holding you so tight against his chest. Your fingers tangled in his hair and you kissed him, again and again. Between kisses, he repeated your name. When you finally pulled back with a smile, his eyes were glowing. You pressed your forehead to his, remembering the way you’d done it the last time you’d seen him.

“I missed you,” he said, smiling, taking his hand in his, and kissing your knuckles. “God, Y/N, it was hell out there without you.”

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, and you hugged him again, tucking your head under his chin. “Don’t leave.”

“No, never. I’m done with that.”

“Gene?”

“Yeah?”

“Welcome home.”