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Hello, I am Alaa from Gaza, 27 years old, and a mother of a baby.I was living a happy life with my husband and pregnant with my first child, but on October 7, my life was turned upside downI was displaced from my home on the first day and lived in my family’s home with my husband and I. I was pregnant with my daughter and went through the worst conditions. There was a siege, food shortages, and water pollution. During my pregnancy, many of the houses near us were bombed, and the smell of death affected my daughter and the smell of gunpowder, which put my daughter’s life at risk in light of the tragic conditions of the hospitals.
On December 24, my husband’s and my house was bombed and completely destroyed by Israeli raids. My husband and I became homeless.On January 23, the occupation launched a ground campaign against the place where I live, which forced us to flee within 5 hours. I fled, leaving my husband behind as he did not want to leave his city.It was a difficult displacement journey as I was carrying my daughter in the seventh month and I fled on foot for a distance of about 20 kilometers under enemy fire and shelling.
My child and I faced great difficulty during the displacement as There was no clean food or drink and a lack of vitamins. On February 27, I received the news of my husband's death in an Israeli raid. My daughter became an orphan before she was born. After the bitterness of loss and sadness, specifically on March 19, on a rainy night and under bombardment, the time for delivery came. It was one of the most difficult nights, as there was no doctor, and there was no continuation to go to the hospital. The sounds of explosions filled the place. After we arrived at the hospital, there was no adequate medical care, whether from doctors, cleanliness, or any needs for a pregnant woman. After hours of waiting and providing a doctor, I gave birth under the most difficult conditions, as there were no clothes for my daughter in light of the aggression. I suffered from the lack of a bed to sit on after giving birth. The delivery process was extremely difficult, as if I had escaped death again and God had blessed me with my daughter Fatoum. I was displaced again, she and I, to the unknown, and we live in a tent that does not protect from the cold of winter or the heat of summer. Due to malnutrition and poor living conditions, my daughter is exposed to chronic skin diseases and intestinal infections. Therefore, help me and my daughter to escape death and bear the burdens of life.🍉❤️
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Hello friends, I am your friend Alaa, who lost her husband in the war. I gave birth to my daughter, Fatoum, without her ever seeing her father.
We are going through a very difficult humanitarian situation.
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Fatoum is sick because of the cold weather and the lack of proper heating.
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⋮ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ┆ when a private moment accidentally reveals you as famous streamer katsuki bakugo’s longtime girlfriend, his entire fanbase becomes obsessed with you, leaving the great dynamight to deal with the chaos of his fans falling in love with you while he aggressively defends you from anyone who crosses the line.
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꒰ star speaks ꒱ ✮ hello tumblr! here is my first piece in my new blog! obviously i have to start with my baby kats. . . this was inspired by a number tiktok headcanon posts of streamer / gamer katsuki and i wanted to do my own spin on it, so credits goes to those who have done this trope! hope you guys enjoy! ( p.s. i know nothing about streaming and gaming and had to research like a mf, so please excuse whatever inaccuracies and mistakes i made! ) 🩵
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katsuki bakugo is a lot of things.
most people who have watched even five minutes of his streams can list them easily.
loud, aggressive, volatile, hot-blooded, arrogant, and prideful.
he carries himself like someone who refuses to lose and even more reluctant to admit he could ever be wrong. his temper is famous on the internet, the kind of temper that explodes without warning when a teammate misses a shot or when his chat decides to push his patience just a little further than usual.
he yells a lot. that part is not exaggerated.
in the middle of a ranked match, with the glow of his monitor lighting the sharp lines of his face, he leans forward in his chair and snaps into his mic.
“are you blind?! i literally pinged the corner five seconds ago, dumbass!”
his keyboard clacks loudly under his fingers as he switches weapons and swings his character around with the accuracy of someone who has been doing this for a long time and knows exactly what he is doing.
“chat, shut the fuck up! i know how to play the damn game!”
a flood of laughing messages scrolls up the side of the screen and that only makes him more irritated.
“yeah, yeah, keep talking. none of you could last two seconds in this lobby.”
his voice is rough with annoyance and completely unfiltered, a tone that would probably get most people reported if they tried it online.
katsuki does not care. he never has.
he plays like he lives, intense and relentless, never satisfied with anything except first place. even through the camera you can feel the sharp edge of his personality, the way his pride burns hot under everything he does. losing irritates him, mistakes irritate him, people who waste his time irritate him even more... everything irritates him at this point.
he calls people idiots, then he calls them extras, and sometimes he calls them much worse. and yet the strange thing about katsuki bakugo is that beneath all that noise and attitude sits something else entirely.
ambition.
he pushes himself harder than anyone watching can see. every match is played like it's the only thing that matters. every round becomes a personal challenge he refuses to lose. he studies games the same way some people study textbooks. he memorizes maps, tracks cooldown timers in his head, learns how players move before they even realize what they are doing.
when a new competitive shooter releases, it does not take long before his name starts appearing at the top of ranked leaderboards.
people tune in expecting yelling and chaos, but they stay because the guy behind the screen is genuinely terrifying at what he does.
his reaction time borders on absurd. his aim is precise enough that other high ranked players openly complain about running into him during matches. he reads situations quickly and adapts even faster, switching strategies mid-game without missing a beat.
there are moments during streams when the yelling stops completely. the room grows quiet except for the sounds of the game.
his vermillion eyes stay locked on the screen, focused and sharp, while his hands move over his keyboard and mouse with quick, controlled motions. his mouth presses into a thin line as he concentrates, shoulders slightly forward, posture steady.
during those moments he looks different. he looked dangerous in a calmer way.
this is the side of him that earned him his name.
dynamight.
well... technically the full name is great explosion murder god dynamight, a name he declared himself during an early stream with complete seriousness.
the internet immediately refused to call him that entire thing.
dynamight stuck.
and now that name sits comfortably at the very top of every streaming chart that matters.
the number one and most followed streamer online right now.
he is known everywhere for the same reasons: his explosive attitude, his complete lack of a filter, and the way he says whatever he wants into the mic with absolutely no hesitation.
every few months some part of the internet decides he has gone too far again and gets “canceled.”
a clip spreads around social media of him snapping at chat or insulting someone in a match and people start yapping about canceling him. articles pop up questioning his attitude. a few trending hashtags appear for a day or two.
most of the time the “scandal” involves him yelling at viewers who deliberately provoke him. like the time someone in chat typed a long paragraph explaining how he should have played a round differently.
katsuki read it silently, then leaned closer to his mic.
“did i ask?”
the chat exploded with laughing emotes.
he kept going anyway.
“seriously. which one of you know-it-alls thought i needed a coaching session from someone who probably can’t even get out of bronze?”
or the time a teammate spent an entire match complaining through voice chat.
katsuki muted the guy halfway through the round and said flatly to his stream, “if i wanted to listen to whining i’d go to slaughterhouse.”
his language gets colorful sometimes.
“dunce face! shut the hell up for five fucking seconds so i can hear the footsteps!”
“with a brain like that i wouldn't be surprised if your parents are siblings.”
“go die on a hole, you fucking loser!”
none of it is particularly nice and none of it is particularly professional either. but somehow it works. because katsuki bakugo actually earns the arrogance he carries.
when he says he knows what he is doing, he proves it every single stream.
people watch him clutch impossible rounds where he is the last player alive against an entire team. they watch him land shots so quickly that viewers slow clips down frame by frame just to see what happened. they watch him climb ranked ladders in games that have barely been released yet.
it becomes difficult to argue with someone who keeps winning.
his personality ends up becoming entertainment on its own. viewers show up just to see what he will say next or who he will yell at today. the chat constantly tries to provoke him because his reactions are half the fun.
but there is another reason people keep watching.
a reason his haters complain about quietly and his fans talk about loudly.
his face.
people online can call katsuki bakugo a lot of things. rude, arrogant, loud, insufferable, completely full of himself.
but never ugly.
not once.
the camera quality on his stream is high enough that viewers can clearly see him while he plays. messy ash-blonde hair sticks out in stubborn spikes like he barely bothered fixing it before sitting down. his sharp eyes glow a deep vermillion under the light of his monitor. his jaw tightens whenever he focuses and the faint crease between his brows deepens when a match gets serious.
sometimes, in the middle of an intense game, he forgets to yell due to his intense focus.
those are the moments his fans wait for. in fact, clips of them appear everywhere online.
short videos cut from streams where dynamight sits silently at his desk, eyes narrowed at the screen, hands moving quickly across his keyboard while the game reflects faintly in his pupils. his expression stays serious and focused while the match builds toward its final moments.
in those clips he looks devastatingly attractive.
comments flood under every video.
why is he so hot when he shuts up.
someone please tell this man to stop concentrating like that!! i don't think my heart can take it!
i hate him, but also respectfully… he can get it.
the way he locks in during matches should be illegal. i mean... look. at. him!
i want him sooooo bad, it's not funny anymore bro.
fans zoom in on screenshots where his hair falls slightly into his eyes. others slow the footage to capture the exact second his lips press together in concentration.
it becomes a running joke across the fandom that dynamight is most dangerous when he stops talking.
yet even with millions of followers watching him every day, the man himself remains strangely distant.
no one knows very much about katsuki bakugo outside the stream.
everyone knows he is from japan because he mentioned it casually once during a late night broadcast, but he never gave a city or talked about his life there. he rarely mentions family, he does not talk about old friends, and he does not tell stories about childhood or school or anything that might reveal more about him.
the only social media he owns is connected directly to his streaming platforms. and an instagram account that account has millions of followers... it also has zero posts.
no photos, no occasional stories, nothing. he doesn't even follow anyone.
the empty page somehow adds to the myth surrounding him. fans speculate endlessly about why he even made the account if he refuses to use it. some claim he forgot the password while others insist he just not someone who would post pictures of himself... or anything of that matter.
katsuki never explains himself either. the mystery becomes part of his brand whether he intended it or not.
another topic that constantly circulates in his fandom involves something far more personal.
his type.
more specifically whether he even has one.
viewers debate it endlessly in forums and comment sections.
does he like women? does he like men? does he like anyone at all?
some fans joke that someone with his temper probably does not have the patience for relationships. others argue that someone out there must be capable of putting up with him. sometimes the conversation gets more ridiculous.
there are entire threads on reddit where people try to figure out if he might secretly be married. someone once suggested he could even have kids.
that idea usually gets shut down quickly.
most viewers agree that katsuki bakugo does not look like the kind of person who enjoys children running around his house.
still, the curiosity never goes away. it certainly is not because his fans fail to ask him. questions about his dating life appear in his streams regularly. sometimes they even appear dozens of times in a single hour.
dynamight, do you have a girlfriend?
are you single?
what’s your type?
would you ever date a fan? because i volunteer as tribute...
the answers never came. he either does not see the messages, or he definitely does and ignores them. everyone watching knows it is the latter.
katsuki notices everything happening in his chat. he just chooses what deserves his attention and response, and questions about his personal life never make that list.
over time his fans start to accept that they probably will never know. it becomes one of those things people shrug about; a mystery that will stay unsolved because someone like dynamight feels impossible to imagine in a normal relationship.
until one night everything changes.
the stream ended the same way most of dynamight’s streams ended.
loud.
the final match wrapped up with a decisive win, the scoreboard glowing across his monitor as the victory screen appeared. the chat flooded instantly with emotes, messages racing upward faster than anyone could properly read them.
katsuki leaned forward slightly in his chair, rolling his shoulders once as he cracked his knuckles and glanced at the camera. his expression carried that same familiar irritation his viewers knew well.
“alright, that’s enough for today.” his voice came through the mic clear and steady, still rough from the hours he had spent yelling. “and before any of you idiots start begging for one more match, the answer’s no.”
the chat immediately started doing exactly that.
one more game!!!
stay longer, please!
one more round, great explosion murder god dynamight!
“shut up.” katsuki snorted as he reached for his mouse and started closing the game window. “i’ve been streaming for six hours. go touch some grass or some shit, you bastards.”
a few laughing emotes filled the screen, already sued to his antics.
he leaned slightly closer to the mic again. “same time tomorrow if i feel like it.” another pause as he looked at the camera with mild annoyance. “try not to die before then. later.”
the stream should have ended right there… well, normally it would have.
katsuki used a streaming program that displayed a control panel beside his game window, allowing him to switch scenes, mute audio, or end the broadcast entirely with a single click. at the end of every stream he switched to a short closing screen that read “stream ending,” then pressed the button that shut everything down.
that night he clicked the scene change, the small preview box confirmed the stream had switched away from the gameplay. then he leaned back in his chair and grabbed his phone from the desk.
the actual “end stream” button remained untouched.
the broadcast kept running unbeknownst to him.
katsuki never noticed… and ironically, he notices everything.
he had already leaned back in his chair with a quiet exhale, his posture relaxing now that the match adrenaline had faded. the tension that always lingered in his shoulders during games eased slightly as he unlocked his phone. his fingers moved quickly across the screen while he typed out a message.
the expression on his face softened in a way his viewers rarely saw during streams. the sharp irritation melted into something calmer and more natural. his brows relaxed and his mouth rested in a neutral line while he read whatever reply appeared on the screen.
after sending another text, he dragged a hand through his messy hair, pushing the strands back from his eyes.
“tch,” he muttered softly to himself.
the stream watched everything and every viewer noticed almost immediately.
wait why is the stream still on?
did he forget to end it?
lmao mf definitely forgot
bakubro the stream is still running!!
hello??? dynamight you forgot something!?
definitely not complaining ;)
clip this now before he realizes !!!
the camera continued capturing him sitting there, completely unaware that thousands of viewers were still watching.
katsuki remained focused on his phone, scrolling briefly before typing another short response.
then a few minutes later the door behind him opened. the sudden movement happened clearly within view of the camera.
you stepped into the room quietly.
the hoodie you wore hung loosely over your frame, a familiar orange one that katsuki himself had been wearing during yesterday’s stream. it looked much larger on you than it did on him. the hem reached the middle of your thighs while the sleeves swallowed your hands completely, the fabric bunching slightly as your fingers curled inside them.
your hair looked soft and slightly messy, the kind of natural disarray that came from just waking up and not bothering to fix it yet.
katsuki noticed the movement and turned his head. the shift in his expression happened almost immediately.
the calm look on his face warmed.
once you neared him, he then reached out without hesitation and hooked a hand gently behind the back of your thigh, pulling you forward until you stood between his legs where he had spread them slightly while leaning back in the chair as he looked up at you from that position.
the chat completely lost what’s left of their minds.
YO! WHO IS THAT?!!
WAIT WAIT WAIT
IS THAT A GIRL?!!?Ahjwjhwuwgwhjw
HELLO????
the messages exploded upward so quickly the text blurred together.
katsuki didn’t see any of it. he was busy looking at you.
“you sleep alright?” his voice came out lower than usual, still carrying that rough edge but softened in a way that rarely appeared on stream.
“mhm.” you nodded slowly, rubbing one eye with the sleeve of the oversized hoodie.
your fingers slipped into his hair afterward, running lightly through the messy strands before your arms lowered again, sliding comfortably around his neck.
katsuki responded without hesitation, movement matching yours. one arm wrapped around your waist while the other lifted you easily off the floor, settling you sideways onto his lap as if it were the most natural movement in the world.
you leaned against him immediately, your head resting against the side of his neck. his hand found your thigh, thumb brushing slowly against the soft fabric of the hoodie.
“you wake up just now?” he asked.
“yeah.” your voice sounded quiet and a little sleepy. “you were loud.”
“i wasn’t that loud, brat.” katsuki huffed.
you laughed softly against his shoulder. “i heard you yelling at someone for five minutes.”
“they deserved it.”
“did they really?” you tilted your head slightly, humoring him.
“yeah.” he paused briefly before adding with mild annoyance, “dumbass ran straight into a sniper.”
“that’s mean, kats.” you giggled again.
“i was being honest. my old hag didn’t raise a liar.” his fingers slid lazily through your hair while you spoke, gently combing through the strands as you relaxed against him.
“did you eat yet?” you asked.
“no.”
“katsuki.”
“what?”
“you promised you’d eat.”
“yeah, yeah.” his hand squeezed your thigh lightly. “i’ll eat in a minute.”
“you said that yesterday.” you furrowed your eyebrows at him.
“and i ate eventually.” he bit back as he copied your facial expression.
“after midnight.”
“still ate, didn’t i?” katsuki said before having the nerve to smirk and wink at you knowing it was one of your many weaknesses about him.
you shook your head, smiling into his neck. “you’re painfully annoying.”
“you knew that five years ago yet here you are.”
“yeah, i’m still here.” you smiled shyly under his gaze.
the chat had reached absolute chaos by now.
SHE SAID HOW MANY YEARS?! FIVE YEARS?!!?
HIS GIRLFRIEND? FIANCÉE? HIS FUCKING WIFE?!
WHAT IS HAPPENING? GENUINELY.
you and katsuki remained blissfully unaware as his fingers tilted your chin upward after a moment. your weight settled deeper into his lap, the leather of his gaming chair creaking a soft protest. his arms, corded with muscle, tightened around your waist, anchoring you. the scent of him, caramel, and a faint undercurrent of sweat from a long gaming session, filled your senses.
“still here, huh?” his voice, usually a roar, was a low rumble against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. his breath feathered your skin.
you pressed yourself closer on him, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “where else would i go, kats?”
a soft huff, almost a laugh, escaped him. his gaze, vermillion and intense, locked with yours. “smartass.” his thumb stroked the curve of your hip, a slow, deliberate movement that sparked a trail of heat. “you’re really something, you brat.”
your cheeks flushed as you swallowed, the sound loud in your ears. “is it a good something?”
his eyes narrowed, a hint of his usual challenge. “what do you think, huh? you think i’d let you sit here if it wasn't?” his grip on you shifted, one hand sliding up your back, fingers splaying wide across your shoulder blades. he pulled you closer still, eliminating the last sliver of space between you.
your breath hitched as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “i… i don’t know,” you managed, your voice barely a whisper.
katsuki leaned in, his lips brushing your temple, sending a jolt through you. “liar.” his voice, rough and low, vibrated against your skin. “you know exactly what you do to me, baby.” his free hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lower lip. “you act all innocent, but i see the glint in your eyes when get your way. knowing damn well i’d do anything f’you.” the words of his were confessions, torn from him, almost a complaint.
your eyes fluttered shut, absorbing the admission. not even trying to deny it, you leaned into his touch, your body trembling slightly. “suki…”
“god… you fucking, brat.” he growled, but the sound held no malice, only a fierce hunger. his gaze dropped to your mouth, a possessive fire burning in their depths. “just shut up f’me.”
then his lips were on yours, a sudden, demanding press that stole your breath. it wasn't gentle, not at first. it was all him, dominant, intense, a blazing inferno. your fingers tangled in his spiky, soft hair, holding on as if to ground yourself. he devoured your mouth, a desperate, urgent claiming, just the way he always kisses you.
your shyness melted under the heat of his kiss, replaced by a budding boldness you hadn't known you possessed till you met him. you kissed him back, a soft, yielding response to his fiery assault, your own lips parting under the pressure.
he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your chest. The kiss deepened, becoming less a battle and more a desperate, intertwined dance. his tongue swirled with yours, tasting like mint and something uniquely him. his hand, still cupping your face, tilted your head, pulling you into a dizzying spiral. you felt your world narrow to the fierce press of his mouth, the demanding sweep of his tongue, the solid warmth of his body against yours.
then, another low groan vibrated from his chest, a deep “mmmph,” and his hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him. his kiss deepened, becoming possessive, a hungry claim. your own hands, trembling, found home on his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt. “kats,” you breathed against his lips, a soft, whining sound.
“mine,” he growled, the word muffled by your mouth, his tongue sweeping demandingly. you leaned into him, melting into his embrace, a soft moan escaping you. he pulled back just enough to utter, “god, you drive me insane, baby,” then his lips were back, more insistent, pulling a soft gasp from you. “yeah, that's it. just like that,” he muttered against your mouth, his teeth lightly nipping your lower lip. “open for me.”
you whimpered softly, complying without conscious thought, your fingers digging into his shoulders. his tongue delved deeper, a raw, primal connection. “sweet,” he muttered against your lips, a sound of pure satisfaction. you felt his smile against your lips, a possessive, triumphant curve.
you shifted slightly on his lap, sitting up straighter while the kiss gets even more heated. katsuki leaned back into the chair lazily, allowing you to move against him while his hands settled comfortably on your waist. your fingers curled lightly into the collar of his shirt as you leaned to the side, pressing closer to him. when you opened your eyes briefly, your gaze remained on his face.
then something flickered at the edge of your vision.
movement.
fast movement.
your eyes shifted toward the monitor beside him and saw the chat was flying upward so quickly it looked like a blur of white text.
your heart stopped.
the stream window remained open, still live, and still recording everything.
a startled squeal escaped you before you could stop it. you immediately jumped off his lap and stumbled out of frame.
katsuki blinked in confusion.
one second you had been kissing him and the next you were gone.
“oi.” he turned in his chair. “what’s wrong?”
off camera, you pointed frantically toward the monitor. “katsuki bakugo!” you whispered urgently. “you’re still streaming!”
he followed the direction of your hand and his eyes landed on the screen where the chat moved like a storm. he stared at it for two full seconds then dragged a hand slowly down his face.
you had always stayed out of the room while he streamed. it had been routine for years. he would always text you when he finished, and only then did you come in to talk to him or drag him away from his computer for food, cuddles, or anything else. both of you valued privacy too much to risk the internet digging into your relationship.
katsuki especially. he never wanted to share you with the world.
for a brief moment when you first saw the stream still running, you wondered if he had finally decided to tell everyone about you. but the look on his face told you the truth, he thought the stream had ended and this entire situation was an accident.
katsuki sighed heavily before leaning back again then he held his arm out toward you. “come here.”
you hesitated for a brief moment watching as katsuki rolled his eyes. “they’ve been asking for years.” his voice carried mild annoyance, but his hand remained open toward you. “might as well tell them now that they’ve already seen you.”
you stepped forward slowly and took his hand before he pulled you back into his lap easily. you immediately buried your face into his neck again, shy now that you knew thousands of people were watching you and katsuki make out.
it was a good thing you saw that the stream was still live before anything else happened…
“alright listen up, you idiots.” katsuki leaned toward the mic, his voice rose back into the loud tone his viewers recognized instantly. “all of you extras got what you’ve been whining about for fucking years.” his hand rested comfortably on your thigh while he spoke.
“this is my girl.”
why you acting like the two of you didn’t almost have sex in front of the entire world rn?!
i watched that shit for free…
oh, dynamight can kiss like a mf
HOT. THAT SHIT WAS HOT. KATSUKI BAKUGO IS NOT BITCHLESS!!!!
“stop spamming like a bunch of ignorant idiots!” he spat as he glanced at the screen with irritation. then his tone shifted slightly as he patted your thigh. “hey. say hi.”
you could only lift your head slowly and looked at him.
katsuki nodded once. the reassurance in that simple motion settled your nerves. you knew exactly how protective he was.
anyone who says anything stupid will regret it.
you glanced at the camera then gave a small wave.
“hi.” your voice soft and small after the humiliation of being caught during an intimate moment. then you leaned back against katsuki again while he continued talking.
the viewers finally had a clear view of you and the reaction was immediate.
she’s gorgeous!!
WHAT THE FUCK?! HOLY FACE CARD!
SHE’S SO PRETTY!
miss thing is adorable wtf?!
how did he pull her?
katsuki’s eyes snapped to that last comment. “what the hell do you mean how did i pull her?!” he leaned toward the camera as his hand squeezed your waist confidently. “of course i pulled her. i always deserve the best.”
you laughed quietly against his shoulder.
honestly, you understood the viewers’ confusion. sometimes you wondered the same thing yourself.
you had always been quiet and reserved. the type of person who avoided loud and rude people whenever possible. then you met katsuki bakugo, and while most people saw the explosive attitude first. you saw something else hidden underneath it.
you saw the small moments when his guard dropped even for a split second. the way he listened carefully when you talked. the surprising patience he showed when teaching you how to play your first video game. the way he masks his concern and care with yelling. the way he always remembered little details about things you likes and how he acted like it’s nothing when you pointed it out. you the vulnerability he kept buried under layers of pride and temper.
you fell in love with that version of him and apparently the internet did too. because within minutes of that stream continuing, clips began spreading everywhere online.
dynamight trended again that night.
but this time the internet talked about you just as much as him.
the people loved you.
they loved you in the loud, chaotic, overwhelming way that online fandoms often did. clips of you appearing on katsuki’s stream spread across every platform within hours, and suddenly the mysterious girlfriend dynamight had managed to keep hidden for five years became the most talked about person in his community.
the next time katsuki went live, the change was immediate.
you sat in the living room that evening, scrolling through your phone while his stream ran in the other room. the familiar sound of his voice filled the house while he loaded into his first match of the night.
the chat did not even last ten seconds before the questions started.
where’s your girlfriend?
is your girl there? tell her hi!
bring mrs. dynamight back!
you could practically feel katsuki’s annoyance from a room away even before heard it. he glanced briefly toward the fast-moving chat before returning his focus to the game, his fingers tapping sharply across the keyboard.
“oh my god,” he muttered under his breath, already sounding irritated. his eyes stayed locked on the monitor while his character moved across the map.“can you motherfucking extras chill for five minutes?”
that did absolutely nothing to stop them.
where is she?! we demand the pretty girl!
girlfriend reveal again
i love you bro but we want your girlfriend.
the messages continued flooding upward.
katsuki slammed a key harder than necessary and leaned closer to his mic with visible frustration. “she’s not part of the damn stream,” he snapped, his voice cutting clearly through the audio.
tell her hi for us!
is she watching?!
greedy mf
katsuki scoffed loudly and shook his head. “mind your own business,” he said bluntly.
a few laughing emotes filled the chat immediately. one viewer typed that he was just gatekeeping you.
katsuki’s mouth twisted in mild irritation as he glanced toward the message.
“yeah,” he replied flatly, not even bothering to hide the fact. “i am.” his shoulders lifted in a dismissive shrug. “cry about it.”
still, the requests never stopped. almost every stream someone eventually asked about you. sometimes the questions appeared politely between other comments, and other times they arrived in waves that flooded the chat until the moderators had to slow it down.
most of the time katsuki handled it exactly the same way.
by yelling.
one night you were in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water when his voice suddenly echoed from the streaming room.
“stop asking about her!” he barked sharply, clearly losing his patience. “you people are obsessed with my girlfriend!”
you paused near the doorway, listening.
a message appeared in chat that said they just liked you.
katsuki let out an unimpressed scoff. “good for you,” he replied with obvious irritation. there was a short pause before he added in a firmer tone, “now shut up and watch the fucking game, loser!”
despite your relationship being public now, you still rarely entered the room while he streamed. that had been the routine for years now, the two of you just gotten used to it. you usually stayed somewhere else in the house doing your own thing while he worked. sometimes you sat on the couch scrolling through your phone, sometimes you read, sometimes you slept, and sometimes you watched television while waiting for him to finish.
but you always heard the moments when your name appeared. eventually you mentioned it to katsuki one evening when he stepped into the kitchen during a break between matches.
you leaned against the counter while he grabbed a drink from the fridge.
“i feel bad, kats. they just want to see me again,” you said softly, glancing toward the streaming room.
katsuki looked at you like you had just said something ridiculous. “don’t feel bad for them,” he replied immediately.
“why?” you blinked in confusion, tilting your head.
he leaned back against the counter with his drink in hand, his expression calm but clearly unimpressed. “because they’re fishing for attention,” he explained.
you frowned slightly. “not all of them.”
katsuki shook his head. “most of them,” he corrected. he took a sip from his drink before continuing. “the louder they ask, the more reaction they want.”
“but they seem nice.” you tilted your head thoughtfully.
katsuki snorted quietly at that. “that’s because they like you,” he said bluntly before his eyes narrowed a little. “which is already annoying.”
“you’re jealous.” you laughed softly.
“i’m not jealous,” he replied immediately. he paused for a second before correcting himself. “i’m irritated.”
“those are very similar emotions, baby,” you hummed thoughtfully.
“don’t start.” he pointed a finger at you.
despite all that, he did occasionally give in. not because his fans wanted it, because you did.
if you happened to wander into the room during a stream, katsuki never pushed you away. sometimes you simply sat beside him in another chair and watched him play quietly, your chin resting in your hand while you followed the fast movements on the screen.
other times you ended up on his lap, which was most of the time on his lap because “why have a chair when you have me to sit on?” those were his words.
the days were you were present were that most chaotic.
OMG SHE’S BACK!
MRS. DYNAMIGHT STREAM AGAIN!!
katsuki barely reacted to the messages. his arm simply wrapped around your waist while he continued playing as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
one night he even tried teaching you how to play.
you sat on his lap with your back pressed against his chest, the controller resting awkwardly in your hands while the game loaded. his chin rested lightly on top of your head as he leaned forward slightly to see the screen.
“alright,” he said quietly near your ear. “move the left stick.”
you nudged it carefully and your character walked straight into a wall.
you laughed. “this is harder than it looks,” you admitted.
katsuki sighed softly behind you. “you’re just overthinking it.” his hand moved over yours for a moment, adjusting your grip on the controller. “okay,” he continued patiently, “now turn.”
you tried again and your character spun in a slow circle.
“oops.” you giggled again.
“oi,” he muttered. his tone carried mild exasperation as he watched the screen. “focus.”
“i am focusing,” you insisted.
“then stop spinning like a damn beyblade,” he replied dryly.
you snorted quietly. “don’t rush me.”
“i’m not rushing you. you’re just barely doing anything,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “just move forward.”
you finally managed to guide your character through the hallway without crashing into anything.
your excitement was immediate. “look!” you said happily. “i did it.”
katsuki let out a quiet huff that sounded suspiciously proud. “yeah,” he said, his hand squeezed your waist lightly. “good job.”
the chat immediately exploded with reactions.
she’s doing better than you
LET HER PLAY MORE!
katsuki scoffed loudly at that. “chat, shut up!” he yelled.
later during the match you managed to land a decent hit on an enemy.
katsuki leaned forward instantly. “that’s it!” he said excitedly. “see? i told you you could do it.”
when the enemy finally dropped, the chat exploded again.
SHE GOT A KILL!!
she’s not bad
adorable wtf!?
katsuki leaned toward the screen with a smug grin. “yeah, that’s my girl!” he bragged proudly. then he added with obvious pride, “better than half of you extras already!”
another night you managed to convince him to play something entirely different.
you stood beside his desk while he prepared the stream.
“suki,” you said. “play dress to impress with me.”
he stared at you like you had suggested something absurd. “absolutely not,” he replied flatly.
“why?” you asked, pouting as you glared at him.
“because that game is fucking stupid,” he answered.
you crossed your arms before your frown turned into a small teasing smile. “you’re just scared.” you challenged him.
your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed immediately.
“scared of what, brat?!”
“that you’re not good at it.” you smiled sweetly.
the silence lasted exactly two seconds.
katsuki slowly turned toward his computer. “load it up,” he muttered.
that stream turned into complete and utter chaos.
the colorful fashion game filled the screen while katsuki stared at the clothing options with visible confusion, the timer clearly making him agitated than any other game in existence.
“why are there so many fucking shoes?! how many feet does she have!?” he asked irritably.
“because it’s fashion game! more options, kats, duh.” you giggled.
“this is ridiculous,” he muttered. “and don’t ‘duh’ me, brat.”
“just pick something already,” you encouraged.
a few minutes later the loyal viewers watched in disbelief as dynamight aggressively styled an avatar.
“that hat looks fucking stupid,” he grumbled.
“you chose it, baby,” you laughed.
“yeah and now i regret it!” he shot back.
when the judging round started you leaned closer to the screen.
“mine is better,” you teased.
“no it’s not,” he replied immediately.
“yes it totally is.”
“your outfit looks like a curtain in my grandmas house,” he said bluntly.
“rude!” you gasped dramatically.
“you see it too don’t you?”
meanwhile, everyone else is losing their minds over the two of you.
DYNAMIGHT PLAYING DRESS TO IMPRESS IS INSANE!
never thought i would live to see this day…
i’m sorry bakubro, she won this round.
katsuki pointed toward the monitor with a scowl. “no she didn’t!” he argued loudly.
“the votes say otherwise.” you chuckled, looking smugly at your sore loser of a boyfriend.
“the voters are blind as they are tasteless,” he grumbled under his breath. “good job, baby.”
the chat started spamming the word simp because of that.
SIMPPPP
katsuki leaned toward the chat with visible annoyance. “i’m not a simp!” he said firmly.
you waved cheerfully at the camera. “thank you guys!” you said sweetly.
then someone typed that you were better at games than him.
katsuki turned immediately. “watch your mouth,” he warned.
you laughed as you pat his arm. “they’re just teasing you.”
another viewer commented that you were carrying the stream which got you to lean toward screen before waving them of.
“that’s not true,” you said kindly.
katsuki snorted beside you. “damn right it’s not,” he said confidently. then he added proudly, “i’m still better than all of you.”
he never admitted it out loud, but katsuki liked that his fans liked you. seeing chat fill with positive messages about you made something warm settle quietly in his chest.
what he hated though was the other kind of attention.
because some viewers loved you a little too much.
sometimes the chat crossed a line.
especially the men.
one night while you sat beside him reading chat, a message popped up on screen.
hey, pretty lady, you can ditch bakugo and go out with me instead.
katsuki’s head snapped toward the monitor immediately. “what the hell did you just type, you motherfucking pig?!” he demanded.
another message appeared… most likely form the same person.
if you ever break up call me *** *** ***
katsuki leaned forward slowly, his expression darkening. “were you dropped on the head when you were a kid?” he asked harshly. “you probably look like you were drawn by a damn foot… probably smell like one too!”
then someone else wrote that you were way out of his league.
you covered your mouth trying not to laugh.
katsuki grinned sharply. “yeah?” he said, his arm wrapped around your waist firmly. “too bad she’s still mine.”
messages calling you pretty or cute or gorgeous appeared constantly whenever you joined the stream. those comments never bother him.
katsuki always reacted the same way.
she’s so beautiful! honestly, she’s probably the prettiest girl i have ever seen.
“damn right,” he would say confidently. “she is.”
jealous comments sometimes appeared too. those didn’t bother him either, in fact, they made his ego bigger. to have someone that people desired was something that made him feel good. it’s one of the many reason why he loves you, it’s because your were the best of the best.
lucky bastard
damn, never been more jealous of bakugo. i wish that was me
those comments only made him more smug.
“jealous?” he asked once with a grin. “get used to it.”
but when someone acted like he wasn’t even there or when anyone disrespected you, the mood changed instantly.
one comment once appeared in chat.
gosh, stop glazing her so hard. she’s not all that. they get outed and all of a sudden she’s always joining the stream. it was better when she wasn’t there. fucking clout chaser.
katsuki’s jaw tightened immediately, his vermillion eyes darker than usual as he read the comment, if they think he was rude and aggressive before… then they would think he is absolutely deranged the second someone says bad about you.
He leaned slightly closer to the monitor, his eyes narrowing as he reread the message. the room went quiet except for the faint audio of the game still running in the background.
you were sitting beside him, scrolling through your phone, unaware of what had just popped up.
katsuki’s jaw tightened. “i’ll say this once and only once, so you better listen,” he said slowly. “the second i see another negative comment about my girlfriend in this chat, i’m not just banning you, i’m nuking your account so hard you won’t even remember what this stream looks like, motherfucker.”
“i don’t give a single damn if you don’t like me. talk all the shit you want about me. but you run your mouth about her again and i’ll personally make sure you never type in this chat again.”
no one dare say anything bad about you after that, that’s for sure. the one and only dynamight made sure of it.
but that didn’t stop the people who wanted you.
you should dump him and date me instead.
“listen here,” he said in a low voice. “if you think she’s leaving me for some random idiot in my chat, you’re even dumber than you sound!”
another message appeared seconds later.
i’d treat her better than you
katsuki barked out a sharp laugh. “no you wouldn’t, you lowlife!” he replied bluntly, his hand squeezed your thigh lightly. “because you wouldn’t even get the chance.” his voice turned rough with irritation. “next person who asks my girl out in my own stream is getting banned.”
you patted his arm gently. “katsuki,” you said softly.
“huh?! what?” he replied.
“be nice.”
“no.” he glanced at you briefly.
you giggled quietly and the chat laughed with you cause he definitely calmed down after that.
and despite all the yelling and insults and aggressive bragging, one thing had become obvious to everyone watching.
katsuki bakugo loved you.
and absolutely no one was taking you away from him.
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