#abofic

Chapter: 9/9

Author: StormDancer/soulmatesinmusicandlife

Rating: Mature

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Fake/Pretend Relationship; the traditional end-of-hiatus fic; Omega Patrick Stump; Alpha Pete Wentz; Pining; hiatus-appropriate angst; but also hopefully social commentary?

Word Count: 9k/75k

Summary:

Patrick knows certain things, going into planning for Fall Out Boy’s return. He knows the world expects certain things from omegas, and punching assholes who deserve it isn’t one. He knows the world excepts certain things from him, and Soul Punk wasn’t it. He knows all of Pete’s flirting is just a joke, and Pete acting like his alpha is just Pete playing his part. He knows that if he sets a toe out of line, everything he’s trying to rebuild could come crashing down, and he really will be just as has-been at 28.

The truth, well. Nothing is ever quite so simple.

“So, ‘Trick. Want to finish the story?”

Summary: “The city was falling apart. Again. Steve swore—he swore—they just got done protecting New York City from aliens, but apparently this was shaping up to be a bi-annual thing. Great. Just great.”

or

the a/b/o fic in which Steve talks old Brooklyn again just because he met Bucky for the first time.

—————

“Shit. Shit, shit, fuck. Fucking shit!”

“Language!”

“Hey, watch it, Cap.”

“Are we really going to ignore the fact that Barton just said language?”

“Hey! What about Sammy boy over here telling Cap to watch it, huh?”

The city was falling apart. Again. Steve swore—he swore—they just got done protecting New York City from aliens, but apparently this was shaping up to be a bi-annual thing. Great. Just great.

He was in Brooklyn when this all started what seemed like hours ago (the murderous giant things with—eyes all over their bodies?—actually dropped out of the sky approximately 32 minutes, 38 point oh five seconds ago, point oh six...) and the subways were down, so he was still running through hysteric crowds in an attempt to calm the situation down here while making his way uptown to where all the other Avengers we’re dealing with the point of entrance (being honest with himself, Steve knew it was probably some weird hole in the galaxy/portal thing. Freakin’ 21st century, man.)

And yeah, sue him, but their new alien buddies were goddamn massive and crushing just about everything in sight. So he let out a few choice words.

“Fuck!”

“Seriously, Cap?” Tony. Of course it was Tony. “There are humans of the small variation around me, and I’m pretty sure they can hear you screaming through the comms. You’re fuck—dging loud.”

Steve really couldn’t be bothered to respond to that at the moment. “Widow, Falcon, anyone but Tony—“

“Hey!”

“—status report. They still comin’?”

“Coming in strong, Steve.”

Shit. “Alright, Tony. Report. How do we close the point of entrance?”

“Just— ah!”

“Tony?”

“Ignore the little girl scream, that didn’t happen, nope, no sir. Just gotta do some stuff, you know, quantum molecular—“

“Alright, thanks, Tony. Let’s triangulate the remaining. I’ll be there in—“

“Watch out!”

Steve looked up at the scream. The civilian scream. Civilians were everywhere, paramedics and cops among them, but everyone was running and Steve wished he could get them all somewhere safe but— Look up, Rogers. Get outta your head, outta the comms, someone is right in front of you, they need help, they smell so good, and they’re, they’re in front of Alien With Eyes from the Sky, and fuck.

“‘Scuse me, sugar.” Steve rushed to maneuver the sweet-smelling (shit, so sweet, how is he so sweet I’m not even close enough to scent him am I?) long-haired, well-built omega in front of him away from the giant beast as gently and quickly as possible, which was pretty much throwing him out of the way because sheesh, Alien Buddy was angry.

There was silence on the comms as Steve finally met up with the gang at the point of entrance—yep, it’s a portally thing, he’s not surprised—drawing the Angry Alien Buddy away from the sweet-smelling omega civilian.

“Did Steve just talk Brooklyn?” Sam started.

“Did Steve just call a random guy sugar?” Tony continued.

“RAGHHHHH.” The Angry Alien Buddies With Eyes from the Sky finished, and they all directed their attention at getting the job done and the city safe.

Rey feels the beginning of her Heat a week before Super Tuesday and wants to die.

Chapter: 1/8 

Author: StormDancer/soulmatesinmusicandlife

Rating: Mature

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Fake/Pretend Relationship; the traditional end-of-hiatus fic; Omega Patrick Stump; Alpha Pete Wentz; Pining; hiatus-appropriate angst; but also hopefully social commentary?

Word Count: 8.5k/75k

Summary: 

Patrick knows certain things, going into planning for Fall Out Boy’s return. He knows the world expects certain things from omegas, and punching assholes who deserve it isn’t one. He knows the world excepts certain things from him, and Soul Punk wasn’t it. He knows all of Pete’s flirting is just a joke, and Pete acting like his alpha is just Pete playing his part. He knows that if he sets a toe out of line, everything he’s trying to rebuild could come crashing down, and he really will be just as has-been at 28.

The truth, well. Nothing is ever quite so simple.

“Fine. Operation Patrick Can Punch Who He Wants is a go.”

Chapter: 8/9

Author: StormDancer/soulmatesinmusicandlife

Rating: Mature

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Fake/Pretend Relationship; the traditional end-of-hiatus fic; Omega Patrick Stump; Alpha Pete Wentz; Pining; hiatus-appropriate angst; but also hopefully social commentary?

Word Count: 6.7k/75k

Summary:

Patrick knows certain things, going into planning for Fall Out Boy’s return. He knows the world expects certain things from omegas, and punching assholes who deserve it isn’t one. He knows the world excepts certain things from him, and Soul Punk wasn’t it. He knows all of Pete’s flirting is just a joke, and Pete acting like his alpha is just Pete playing his part. He knows that if he sets a toe out of line, everything he’s trying to rebuild could come crashing down, and he really will be just as has-been at 28.

The truth, well. Nothing is ever quite so simple.

Patrick is good at being mad at Pete.

Chapter: 6/8

Author: StormDancer/soulmatesinmusicandlife

Rating: Mature

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Fake/Pretend Relationship; the traditional end-of-hiatus fic; Omega Patrick Stump; Alpha Pete Wentz; Pining; hiatus-appropriate angst; but also hopefully social commentary?

Word Count: 7k/75k

Summary:

Patrick knows certain things, going into planning for Fall Out Boy’s return. He knows the world expects certain things from omegas, and punching assholes who deserve it isn’t one. He knows the world excepts certain things from him, and Soul Punk wasn’t it. He knows all of Pete’s flirting is just a joke, and Pete acting like his alpha is just Pete playing his part. He knows that if he sets a toe out of line, everything he’s trying to rebuild could come crashing down, and he really will be just as has-been at 28.

The truth, well. Nothing is ever quite so simple.

“You think it’d just be fine, between us?”

Chapter: 4/8

Author: StormDancer/soulmatesinmusicandlife

Rating: Mature

Tags:  Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Fake/Pretend Relationship; the traditional end-of-hiatus fic; Omega Patrick Stump; Alpha Pete Wentz; Pining; hiatus-appropriate angst; but also hopefully social commentary?

Word Count: 6k/75k

Summary:

Patrick knows certain things, going into planning for Fall Out Boy’s return. He knows the world expects certain things from omegas, and punching assholes who deserve it isn’t one. He knows the world excepts certain things from him, and Soul Punk wasn’t it. He knows all of Pete’s flirting is just a joke, and Pete acting like his alpha is just Pete playing his part. He knows that if he sets a toe out of line, everything he’s trying to rebuild could come crashing down, and he really will be just as has-been at 28.

The truth, well. Nothing is ever quite so simple.

There’s something about singing at a time like this, though—when all of Patrick’s senses are on hyperdrive, when he can feel every inch of his body like electricity—there’s nothing like it. 

(every single one of my exclamation points popped up when I saw that lol)

I really swore to myself I'd never write ABO. And then I started thinking about setting myself the challenge of writing against what seems to be fanon, and writing grumpy stubborn omega Patrick who's never quite the stereotypical omega and usually doesn't care except for when he does, you know, like when he poured his heart into something and the world told him it wasn't right, and Pete whose alpha comes out in how he gets things done and takes care and protects and claims but doesn't always know how to do it in ways that are healthy and thoughtful, and also I was musing on how micro-aggressions would work in an ABO world... And now I'm at 50k and maybe 80% done?