Catboy Ryan.

All he can think about right now is Brendon, Brendon, Brendon. Brendon with his dogs and Dot and with him, grinning at him across Ryan’s living room while he kicks Ryan’s ass at Mario Party. Brendon at the front of the stage, singing his lungs out; Brendon next to his mic, singing his half of the twentieth duet they wrote together; Brendon on tour, hogging all the Poptarts or climbing into Ryan’s hotel bed because he “likes his scent” or jerking off in his bunk, bringing in another Omega during his rut…

It’s just a self-indulgent post-divorce omegaverse fic where Ryan goes into heat and Brendon is his soulmate, that’s about it.

or if you wanted a real summary: And it wasn’t like Ryan didn’t need Brendon anymore—except he didn’t. Brendon had been a convenience, a good alpha to keep him company for three days once a month for the first year and a half.