ooh but what if there's like strict omega-handling protocol in rescue hero work because an omega in distress is like primed to instinctively trauma-bond to whoever saves them. so heroes are supposed to like, call it in when they find an omega in like, advanced distress, because if they're an alpha and they go near the omega, they're likely to trigger this mutual, problematic situational bond that can be hard to shake after without destabilizing the omega further
and when bakugo finds an omega like nearly shut down from distress in a disaster scenario he radios it in like he's supposed to - but then his ear comm crackles that it'll be thirty minutes before the recovery team can make it there, and the disaster is still like...very ongoing. he keeps his distance while he can, trying to follow protocol as he calls to you periodically to tell you he's there and help is coming...but when the wind shifts and the environment turns suddenly more dangerous, the choice is made for him. like, what is he going to do, just leave you to die instead of risking some temporary whatever that probably won't even happen since he's got his alpha shit so locked down? nah.
he waits til the last possible minute, truly he does (he's not looking forward to the getting-chewed-out he'll get for breaking protocol like this), but when the structure you're stuck in groans in warning, he snaps into motion without much conscious thought.
and yeah, you're....yeah. you're an omega, sure enough, and panting, wide-eyed, bone-still with instinctive distress. you're stiff like a board when he carefully extracts you from the rubble, your breathing tight and shallow, and shit, maybe he shouldn't have waited so long, he thinks, as he tucks you against his chest and figures how best he'll get you out of here without bringing the building down around him.
he's relieved when he feels you notice him. when he feels you sense his presence, his buried alpha-nature, because your breathing deepens and you soften in his arms. shifting, curling towards him and wrapping yourself around him as best you can. easier to hold as he works the both of you out of this death trap, as you huff softly at his neck and make plaintive whines at his throat.
it'll be fine, he tells himself, as he clutches you tight and just manages to clear the building before it begins to crumble to pieces. he's just making those responding, low chuffs to your soft whines to comfort you, alright? normal hero shit. and yeah his heart is beating oddly hard as he finally gets away enough to pull you back from him to look you over, to see if you're bleeding or if you have anything broken, and when you make a pained sound of protest at being separated, he clutches you back against his chest, his arm wrapped tight around you as he moves as carefully as he can to not jostle you as he moves through the wreckage and barks into his ear comms for a med team.
you're trembling and whimpering against his throat as he finally gets you to the perimeter of the disaster area to where med teams are waiting, and his hands are hard on you as he holds you close to keep you from scrambling up his body to get even closer to him.
the first emt he reaches freezes when he sees bakugo appear with you in his arms, his eyes widening. "oh," the emt says. "she's - she's in distress, you can't be - you shouldn't be - "
and bakugo just snarls, his heart fucking pounding in his chest (why? why is his heart racing so hard?), growling at the emt to fucking help you, obviously it'll be fine, and what did the emt want him to do, leave you so the recovery team could find a corpse instead?
but when the emt reaches for you in his arms, bakugo's entire body stiffens. going rigid, a low, ragged growl rumbling up his throat and through his clenched teeth. and bakugo is still growling, his hackles raised as the emt takes a step back and radios over comms that they need a recovery team at the med tent asap, his eyes wide as he takes a step back from where bakugo is clutching your softly whimpering form to his too-tightly, all but baring his teeth at the emt.
bakugo wakes up in the hospital a few hours later, his neck aching from the tranq they had to stick him with, and when he blinks up at the ceiling and feels a deep, aching flutter in his chest that tells him, as surely as if spoken aloud, that you're in the next room over, and you're still in some amount of distress, he scrubs his palm over his face and mutters, "fuck", before he feels another aching flutter and is on his feet in an instant. unable to stop himself as he goes to you, his alpha pacing and grumbling in a way that he knows won't settle until he has you back in his arms and is soothing you.
ooh but what if there's like strict omega-handling protocol in rescue hero work because an omega in distress is like primed to instinctively trauma-bond to whoever saves them. so heroes are supposed to like, call it in when they find an omega in like, advanced distress, because if they're an alpha and they go near the omega, they're likely to trigger this mutual, problematic situational bond that can be hard to shake after without destabilizing the omega further
and when bakugo finds an omega like nearly shut down from distress in a disaster scenario he radios it in like he's supposed to - but then his ear comm crackles that it'll be thirty minutes before the recovery team can make it there, and the disaster is still like...very ongoing. he keeps his distance while he can, trying to follow protocol as he calls to you periodically to tell you he's there and help is coming...but when the wind shifts and the environment turns suddenly more dangerous, the choice is made for him. like, what is he going to do, just leave you to die instead of risking some temporary whatever that probably won't even happen since he's got his alpha shit so locked down? nah.
he waits til the last possible minute, truly he does (he's not looking forward to the getting-chewed-out he'll get for breaking protocol like this), but when the structure you're stuck in groans in warning, he snaps into motion without much conscious thought.
and yeah, you're....yeah. you're an omega, sure enough, and panting, wide-eyed, bone-still with instinctive distress. you're stiff like a board when he carefully extracts you from the rubble, your breathing tight and shallow, and shit, maybe he shouldn't have waited so long, he thinks, as he tucks you against his chest and figures how best he'll get you out of here without bringing the building down around him.
he's relieved when he feels you notice him. when he feels you sense his presence, his buried alpha-nature, because your breathing deepens and you soften in his arms. shifting, curling towards him and wrapping yourself around him as best you can. easier to hold as he works the both of you out of this death trap, as you huff softly at his neck and make plaintive whines at his throat.
it'll be fine, he tells himself, as he clutches you tight and just manages to clear the building before it begins to crumble to pieces. he's just making those responding, low chuffs to your soft whines to comfort you, alright? normal hero shit. and yeah his heart is beating oddly hard as he finally gets away enough to pull you back from him to look you over, to see if you're bleeding or if you have anything broken, and when you make a pained sound of protest at being separated, he clutches you back against his chest, his arm wrapped tight around you as he moves as carefully as he can to not jostle you as he moves through the wreckage and barks into his ear comms for a med team.
you're trembling and whimpering against his throat as he finally gets you to the perimeter of the disaster area to where med teams are waiting, and his hands are hard on you as he holds you close to keep you from scrambling up his body to get even closer to him.
the first emt he reaches freezes when he sees bakugo appear with you in his arms, his eyes widening. "oh," the emt says. "she's - she's in distress, you can't be - you shouldn't be - "
and bakugo just snarls, his heart fucking pounding in his chest (why? why is his heart racing so hard?), growling at the emt to fucking help you, obviously it'll be fine, and what did the emt want him to do, leave you so the recovery team could find a corpse instead?
but when the emt reaches for you in his arms, bakugo's entire body stiffens. going rigid, a low, ragged growl rumbling up his throat and through his clenched teeth. and bakugo is still growling, his hackles raised as the emt takes a step back and radios over comms that they need a recovery team at the med tent asap, his eyes wide as he takes a step back from where bakugo is clutching your softly whimpering form to his too-tightly, all but baring his teeth at the emt.
bakugo wakes up in the hospital a few hours later, his neck aching from the tranq they had to stick him with, and when he blinks up at the ceiling and feels a deep, aching flutter in his chest that tells him, as surely as if spoken aloud, that you're in the next room over, and you're still in some amount of distress, he scrubs his palm over his face and mutters, "fuck", before he feels another aching flutter and is on his feet in an instant. unable to stop himself as he goes to you, his alpha pacing and grumbling in a way that he knows won't settle until he has you back in his arms and is soothing you.
sounds very similar to a radio story i heard in 2014 ago about credit card debt. the debt got sold to a collection company and a couple received a court summons. they knew they had taken on debt, but they were confused about who this new company was and where specifically the number they were supposed to owe came from.
they show up in court and just ask the lawyer for the collection company: can you prove where this number comes from? Do you have a contract showing that you purchased our debt? probably luckily for them, a reporter researching a book on the topic showed up and asked the same questions.
10 minutes later they get in front of the judge and the collection company drops the whole case and theyre free to go. story is below, it has a transcript in the link too
Ira talks to reporter Jake Halpern about a scene he saw take place in a Georgia courtroom where a couple uttered some magic words that seeme
coming home from a tiring day and expecting bkg to be up and ready and cooking but to find him on the couch snoozing :(
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for the next move in your relationship with bakugou katsuki, he gave you the key to his apartment. it’s a fancy word, apartment. not flat, not your student shared house you lived in a few years ago or your family home with your tiny bedroom and snacks that will be snatched by your siblings.
your boyfriend’s apartment. it’s a skyscraper bachelor pad which, with the integration of you in his life, has become a home of more. or really katsuki’s house, with mini shrines to you all over it.
your favourite cereal and fruit bars in the cupboards, your favourite biscuits you dip in your tea and the fridge with a tub of the only yoghurt you eat. his living room which before had no blankets, has four. all chosen by you every time you go shopping with him and his inability to say no. then about three books you’re currently reading, your nintendo switch you leave at his house. his bathroom with your spare toothbrush, makeup wipes and a duplicate skincare selection of the one you have at home.
however, even though it might look like you live here for half of your week, your boyfriend still loves to treat you like a guest.
cooking for you every time you come over. fluffing up his cushions so you don’t think he only comes to his apartment to sleep and leaves for work. cleans up, showers, resprays himself with cologne and deodorant.
with all that said, you know what to expect with katsuki, especially when you use his front door key for the first time. no need to knock and wait to hear him rush over to the door, waiting a single second to pretend to look like he didn’t just run before opening the door.
this time, you opened the door yourself and instead of seeing your boyfriend in his kitchen, mixing something in his wok, adding soy sauce somewhere and veggies somewhere else, you can’t see him anywhere. you know he’s home though, he texted you an hour ago to say he would be.
you kick off your shoes and pull off your jacket. dumping your bag on the floor, you wade your way through his apartment.
“katsuki? are you on the toilet?” you call but as soon as you enter his living room, you go silent. a smile springs up on your face instead.
“awe,” you mumble and the feeling you get when you see a cute puppy, a little tiny kitten or a chubby sweet baby, fills up inside of you. warmth and love, everything pink with the urge to squeeze.
this grown ass man was dead to the world. laid out on his cloud ivory L shaped sofa, on his back, chest softly breathing up and down, up and down. in through his nose and out through his lips.
it’s rare you witness katsuki sleeping. he’s always up before you for his work and on weekends when you get to sleep in, he’s always in that half awake stage when if you try and sneak out under him, suddenly he gains all consciousness to drag you back.
the size of him is a shock. to see a man that large resting. he feels like a lion, ready to pounce at any hint of a predator. he’s in his comfy clothes, wool hoodie and grey joggers. both his hands on his stomach, resting over each other like an old man. you coo at the sight of him with no frowns nor is he on the edge of a bark.
you kneel at the edge of the sofa, knowing that if anyone where to see you now, you’d be framed as a loving girlfriend or an utter creep.
you couldn’t care less. you brush katsuki’s damp blonde strands off his forehead, wondering whether kissing his cheek is worth it to wake him up.
until one eye snaps open. bakugou jumps out of your grasp, onto his elbows with a yelp, “fuck!”
he makes you jump too, eyes wide as you watch his cortisol slowly level back to normal.
“it’s just me!”
“shit, i wasn’t expectin’ you to be there.” he lays back on the sofa, forearm over his eyes. sleep causes his voice to be a deep growl, every word delicious. “didn’t even realise i fell asleep, was supposed to be startin’ dinner for ya.”
“it’s okay, you must have been sleepy,” you say quietly, hands back on your lap and bakugou swings his head over to look at you.
he licks his bottom lip. eyes with creases around them, skin stiff but the endearment in his eyes is undeniable.
“how are you, sweets? sorry, i’m outta it.” he reaches for your waist, urging you to sit up next to him on the sofa.
you do eagerly, flinging your body over his like he’s your life boat, head on his shoulder. bakugou wraps his arms around your back.
“i’m fine. you’re such a cute sleeper.”
bakugou scoffs, closing his eyes, “shut up.”
“you are! like a baby, one who’s eating all their meals.”
“yeah?” he entertains.
“hm,” you hum, “wanna kiss all over your sweet cheeks.”
he peels one eye open. one thing about the prohero, he loves your attention. “go on. then i’ll start cookin’.”
you sit up, hands on his shoulders, “we can always order in. you’re clearly exhausted.”
“i like cookin’ for you,” he mumbles when you press your lips onto his cheekbone.
immediately bakugou grins, hands resting on your hips.
“but you don’t have to.”
another kiss to his right cheekbone. then his chin.
“i would rather lay here with you,” he murmurs.
“nice. i’ll look for something for us.”
a kiss on his eyelids, then his forehead.
“proper kiss now.” he pushes, tilting up his chin to keep closer to your face.
“so bossy,” you smirk before pressing your lips onto his.
his parents have found the "perfect' woman for him and he refuses to be a part of an arranged marriage like his mother was. (she has this warped sense of the success of her marriage and diminishes the bad years as a rough patch. 'it all worked in the end'. it made natsuo go no contact with her)
so, he tells them he's already engaged.
to his friend's agency manager.
you.
you two are barely friends. but you are freshly out of a relationship which ended horribly. the guy told you that you weren't attractive enough for him and it's destroyed your self confidence, so having a cute pro hero to post on your story and make your dumb ex see you differently? you wouldnt mind that one bit
he comes out to your birthday party, where Mina has taken you out to some loud club. you tell him he doesnt need to be here and he says 'its what boyfriends do". Its 100% not shouto's scene, but he stays without complaint and even dances a bit. his hand finds your waist a couple of times, and he kisses you for a bit too long, too many times-
the next morning you're both hungover for morning brunch and his father is clearly unhappy.
"yumi wouldn't have asked you to do something so stupid-"
they share a couple of mumbled arguments, right out of earshot, but shouto holds your hand the whole way home. it feels like a goodbye
and you think about that drunken night. a lot. how hia hands were so warm and his breath was somehow cold, how he buried his nose into your cheek whenever you made him laugh. it felt real. it felt human.
and you could have sworn it meant something when he brought you home and licked between your legs for hours-
and, of course, you're in tears when you tell him you cant do this anymore.
"I can't keep you from her," you whimper as you wipe away fat tears.
"From who?"
"Yumi! She's so perfect for you. You're going to have a nice, quiet, perfect life with beautiful little babies-"
His mother had gotten very uncomfortable when you said you didn't want kids. His father told you that you'd have to change your mind, since Shouto was the last to carry out the todoroki name after Natsuo took his wife's name-
"I don't want kids." He says it so evenly. "And I don't want quiet."
Shouto goes to touch your arm.
"I'd never been to an art museum before. Or a club," he says. "I had never sprinted through the rain or laughed until it hurt or made out in public. I feel alive when I'm with you, even if it's..."
(she has this warped sense of the success of her marriage and diminishes the bad years as a rough patch. 'it all worked in the end'. it made natsuo go no contact with her)
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