Does Anyone Else Have The Hc That If Eugene Roe Opened His Mouth To Sing, Hed Sound Like Hozier?

Does anyone else have the hc that if Eugene Roe opened his mouth to sing, he’d sound like hozier?

You are officers, you are grown-ups and you oughta know!

Eugene Roe Vanity Fair outtakes as requested by anon.

As someone with autism and ADHD, I present,

Speirs having autism

Gene having sensory issues

Winters having OCD

And Luz having ADHD

Have a nice day 💖

Easy + TLP aesthetic

I AM ON MY KNEES AGAIN BEGGING FOR MORE 🧎🧎🧎🧎

I Got This Fever

David knew they’d left for Hagenau in the pitch black, early morning. They’d piled up on the back of the army trucks and hauled ass at around three a.m. away from the frozen wasteland they’d called home for over a month. The constant thrum of the truck’s engine and the scratchy yet soft material of the coat on the man next to him was enough to lull him into a deep sleep. It was better than any rest he’d gotten in the dirt and snow even if his arm was asleep and his head kept thumping up and down.

At least he was finally warm.

The scent of the man next to him comforted the omega enough to let him keep his eyes closed and wish for another nap. It was a rich and spicy cinnamon, an alpha like most men in Easy company. His mind couldn’t quite make out who it was, after so long he thought it would be obvious, but all he wanted to do was burrow deeper into it and hide away.

He was sure he whined when he felt the man jostle too much, but the alpha went still enough for him to lull back into a soft state of drowsiness. He felt a strange itch in his stomach, something deep, like a pull that kept tugging and tugging, but his eyes were too heavy to try and wake up.

The omega didn’t know what time it must be now but the man next to him was talking about something he couldn’t make out. He wanted the man to stop talking and give him attention, he could get any alpha on his knees, but he didn’t want to move. His limbs felt like they were led and he wanted to melt into the alpha’s lap.

There was an alpha on the other side of him, his knee knocking against his and pressing against his side and smelling like a crackling fire, he wanted that alpha to give him attention too. Why weren’t they giving him attention?

He knew he whined again and a calloused hand rubbed against his cheek to douse spice and cinnamon and delicious alpha all over him. They spoke once again, but he felt so boneless as the scent laid over him, but it wasn’t thick enough to make him fully relax. David rubbed his cheek against the man’s shoulder until he felt the heavy weight of his arm wrap around him.

“Web must be in a mood, he’s never that clingy.” Babe said around the cigarette in his mouth as he flexed his hand around the omega’s thigh.

Liebgott was too busy rubbing circles into the omega’s shoulder to pay them any attention. David simpered under the touch and made a little noise of contentment.

“Prettiest omega in Easy all over me? I wouldn’t be asking any questions.” Guarnere snorted.

Why do these have the same energy?