#izuku sassy

[ssminosblogs]

[wolvwa]

Streamer au Izuku playing dress to impress.

It's cannon.

fem reader (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Sometimes, he begs you to play with him.

"Girl you are not eating.."

"You don't even have skin yet be real."

"Thank you for the five gifted, Deku's....!"

You don't let him finish reading that, and he's very grateful. Overall, his chat is normal, and you two are clipped everywhere on tiktok. Especially when he screams out rigged (and it very much is.)

"Chat we are getting podium today!"

"Dont jinx it baby, please."

He did jinx it.

"Get off of our stage right now girl you did not even touch the plate."

CLIPPPPEEDDDD!!!!

He doesn't spam pose, he has all his posed favorited in order and syncs with you.

When you two finally do get podium, he's cheering and very quickly running off screen to hug you. That's clipped, too. It's either a ship edit or an edit starting with him going "TOLD YALL WE SLAYEDDD!!"

You two make Ochako or Katsuki join you sometimes.

Katsuki is surprisingly good and gets podium almost every time. He thinks it's rigged when he doesn't which makes for a loud ass fucking stream. If it's the same theme he's done, he is not doing the same fit.

Ochako is more calm on the other hand.

"Aw.. you all did great, ggs!" The ggs is a little forced with the people who didn't even try..

I think she's more prone to getting 4th and 3rd place😭

Katsuki is so aggressive reading chat everybody loves him. Show him and edit and he's staring at the screen like.

'...what'

And

'DAMN RIGHT I SERVED CUNT!'

Don't get me started on horror games with these bitches. Most insane sleepover trio.

Everyone's screaming for different reasons. Izuku is floating cause Ochako accidently touched him when she accidentally floated her phone. Bakugou isn't scared, he's just mad you're all being babies. And that you went to try getting Izuku down after sitting to him the whole time.

After stream, Izuku is happily enjoying sleep over time with you all. Katsuki takes over his bed, and you decide to take over his takeover. To which you two have a screaming match. Ochako is fine with her little floor bed while Izuku is panicking on where to sleep.

Would Kaachan really let him sleep in the same bed?

Yes

Katsuki makes Izuku sleep at the bottom

"It's my bed...but okay😒"

You made Ochako join so you two are cuddled against the wall while you hold hands with Izuku from your new long distance relationship 💔

Katsuki grumbles to himself about letting you idiot keep him up so lage and presses his back against yours. He's very warm so you have absolutely no complaints.

Izuku very much does, though.

[epickiya722]

Deadass, every time I think about how some people in the fandom act like Midoriya doesn't have a single ounce of a mean streak in him, that he's always sunshine and rainbows... I have to convince myself that they didn't read the manga or watch the show.

[vyxensworld]

Villain: *on the phone* Pro Hero Deku?

P.H. Deku: Uh yeah? Who’s this?

Villain: I’ve got your husband and-

P.H. Deku: Oh, well good luck.

Villain:

Villain: What?

P.H. Deku: I said good luck. You’re going to need it in 5, 4, 3, 2, …1

P.H. Katsuki: GET OVER HERE YOU UGLY BASTARD-

[marimeeko]

"Kacchan, youre crying! That's not like you! You must be exhausted right now, that's all!"

No izuku

IZUKU HONEY.

This is VERY. LIKE KACCHAN.

[nnikoneko]

A costume so bad brody had to put the rivalry aside 💀💀

Full drawing!! ↓↓

[kimmie2me]

Greeny Ghost

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x AFAB!Reader

.....

The alley stretched out longer than you’d thought, shadows swallowing the corners, broken only by dim streetlights. You’d walked down plenty of places like this before, but this one was unnervingly quiet. Your friends were supposed to be with you, daring you into the so-called “haunted” alley, but when you turned back, you saw—no one. Just empty space.

“Those jerks,” you muttered, kicking a stray pebble with an irritated huff. Just your luck to get abandoned in the middle of a ghost story.

That’s when you saw him: a faintly glowing figure at the far end of the alley, barely visible in the low light, his form flickering like static on an old TV. He wore a junior high uniform, like he was frozen in time, but it was his eyes, wide and curious, that had you rooted to the spot.

"What the hell." You blurted out, which caused the ghost to jump a bit.

“You… you can see me?” he asked, sounding more surprised than you felt.

“Guess so,” you replied warily, feeling your fists clench. You took a step back, but he stayed still, watching you with something close to wonder. “A-are you the… ghost? Y'know.. that one ghost?”

“No. I mean, yes, but… not like… like an evil ghost!” he said, frowning as he waved his hands in the air, trying to seem harmless. “I don’t hurt anyone or anything. I just… hang around.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? So why are there all those rumors about people going missing in this alley?”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I have no idea! I’ve been here for years, and no one ever went missing because of me.” His arms crossed, and he gave you an indignant look, clearly offended. “I keep watch over the place. There’s a run-down building nearby, and sketchy people use it for… whatever sketchy people do. I’m just here observing them, making notes sometimes.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, unconvinced. “Sounds like something an evil ghost would say. Plus, why would anyone believe some… green-haired ghost taking notes?”

His frown deepened and he sighed. "Really? 'Green-haired ghost? I have a name and identity, you know? My name is Midoriya Izuku."

You shrugged, giving him a skeptical look. “Sure, whatever. and I'm giving you a new identity: ‘Greeny Ghost.’ Also, how am supposed to trust you? You're a ghost and the movies basically explain what you're supposed to do. Just don't haunt me or I'll pour holy water down your throat.”

He threw his hands up. “Why are you making this harder than it has to be? I’m just here because I, well, exist here.” His voice softened a bit, frustration giving way to a hint of sadness. “It’s not like I can go anywhere else.”

“Yeah, and every creepy spirit says that before they drag you into some other world and keep you locked up for eternity,” you replied with a smirk, folding your arms in a show of exaggerated defiance. “Sorry, but I’m not falling for the ‘poor trapped ghost’ act.”

Izuku groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your words were physically painful. “You remind me so much of Kacchan! In a bad way!”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Uh-huh. And what, or who, the hell is ‘Kacchan’?”

Izuku looked at you, his face twisting into an expression halfway between exasperation and resignation. “Kacchan! My… a friend from junior high. Sort of. He’s… well, actually, no, he’s nothing like you.” Izuku seemed to rethink this, blinking in realization. “He’s a lot worse.”

“Wow. So you’re saying I’m less tolerable than some guy named Kacchan, who, by the sound of it, doesn’t sound like someone with a good rep?” you said with mock offense, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to compliment a girl, Greeny-Ghost.”

He looked like he was about three seconds away from floating back through the alley wall, giving up on this ridiculous exchange.

You look at him a bit more closer, and you note he looked about your age, but… different. Ghostly, of course, but there was something else, something in his eyes that almost seemed… lonely. You didn’t know if you believed him, but something about him made you stay.

“What’re you even doing here?” you finally asked, taking a careful step forward. "Are you trapped here or something?"

“Besides not being evil?” he shot back, still salty. But when he saw you weren’t about to leave, he sighed, softening. “A villain got me… in this alley. I was just a kid, and I never really… left, I guess. People pass by now and then, but nobody usually sees me.” He shifted, looking suddenly uncertain. “Actually, you’re the first one to ever talk to me.”

You studied him, noticing the worn edges of his uniform, the tired, resigned look in his eyes. He seemed less scary and more… well, kind of tragic. Still, you weren’t about to let your guard down. “Yeah, well, maybe people hear the creepy noises you make,” you challenged. “Y'know it freaks them out.”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh! You mean the notes? I’m trying to keep track of the activity around here,” he said defensively. “Besides, no one told me my note-taking was creepy.”

“Right,” you said, biting back a smirk. “So you’re a scholarly ghost, huh?”

A light blush appeared on his cheeks. “Look, I don’t get many hobbies! Ghosts don’t have a lot to do except observe.” He crossed his arms, giving you a quick glare before his expression softened again. “Anyway, I’m not the villain here. The creepy noises? That’s just me muttering to myself or something.”

Your arms relaxed a bit, the eerie feeling of the alley giving way to something else entirely. His earnestness was unexpected, and honestly, a little endearing.

“Alright, Greeny,” you relented, softening just a little. “Maybe you’re not as evil as they say.”

He sighed, looking relieved but still a little skeptical himself. “That’s… comforting, I guess.”

You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Guess I’ll see you around.” You turned, giving him a small wave as you walked away, his faint figure watching you until you disappeared around the corner.

.....

Three days later, you found yourself back at the alley. You weren’t sure why—maybe it was the way he’d looked at you, or that stupid hopefulness in his voice. This time, you came with something: a small letter in your hand, the ink smudged slightly where you’d clutched it nervously.

You called out, half-expecting him not to show, but he appeared, looking pleasantly surprised.

“Back already?” he teased, a lopsided smile on his face. "

“Don’t get too excited,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone casual. You extended the letter. “It’s… from your mom. I found her, told her I met you… and I convinced her to write something for you. Don't ask why I did it. You looked so miserable here, it made me miserable.”

His mouth dropped open, his expression turning from surprise to something you couldn’t quite name. He took the letter in shaking hands, his gaze fixed on it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“She… she actually remembered me?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He looked up, tears pooling in his eyes. “Thank you… I can’t believe you’d go out of your way for… for me.”

You shrugged, feeling a little awkward under the weight of his gratitude. “Figured you could use a reminder that you’re not just… some alley ghost.”

He laughed a little through his tears, wiping his eyes. “I’m really not an evil ghost,” he said, voice soft and grateful.

“Yeah, well,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a small grin. “You’re still Greeny Ghost to me.”

Izuku blinked, visibly surprised by your small grin, and for a second he just stood there, processing it. Then, with an awkward but excited energy, he smiled back.

“D-do you want to, uh… stick around for a bit? I could, um, show you what I’ve written down,” he stammered, gesturing to a tattered notebook that materialized in his hands.

You chuckled. “Sure. Show me what a scholarly ghost looks like.”

He lit up, practically vibrating with excitement as he began flipping through his notes, talking fast as he pointed out every bit of information he’d gathered. You listened, half amused and half impressed by his careful, detailed observations. Each page was crammed with tiny, meticulous handwriting that covered everything from people he’d seen pass by to strange objects left in the alley over the years.

“I try to keep track of everything,” he explained earnestly. “It’s not like anyone really notices me, so I figured… maybe someday, if someone needed to know anything about this area, I’d have it all written down.”

“Sounds like you take your ghostly duties pretty seriously, huh?” you teased, glancing through his observations. "Well, I try to be a hero in my own way" He replied with a small smile. As you skimmed a particularly eerie note about some “sludge villain” incident that had occurred nearby, a thought hit you.

“Wait, was it… the sludge villain? Was that what got you here?” you asked, looking up to find his expression turn somber, yet resigned.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a shadow passing over his face. “It all happened so fast. I didn’t even see him coming. They said… All Might couldn’t get there in time.” He paused, then shrugged, as if he’d long made peace with it. “Guess it’s just the way it happened.”

You looked at him thoughtfully, and something in you softened. “You know… I think All Might was really sad about what happened to you.”

Izuku’s eyes went wide, almost panicked, like you’d just told him he’d accidentally disappointed a beloved friend. “S-sad? I didn’t want him to feel sad! I mean, All Might is my hero! He’s… he’s… I never wanted to make him feel like that. I was always cheering him on!”

You attempt to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, which failed as it phases right through. After a second try, you deem the gesture to be futile. “Hey, it’s okay. All Might probably knew that. And who knows? I bet he even came to your funeral.”

Izuku looked up, the panic giving way to a kind of hopeful wonder. “You… you think so?”

“Of course,” you said, grinning a bit. “And hey, maybe that ‘Kacchan’ guy you mentioned showed up too. You’re not as alone as you’d imagine, Greeny.”

He looked at you, eyes brimming with a strange mixture of gratitude and disbelief, as if no one had ever told him something like that before. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice soft and full of warmth. “For saying that. It… it actually means a lot.”

You shrugged it off, feeling a little flustered under his earnest gaze. “Yeah, well, can’t leave a ghost like you feeling down, right?”

Izuku chuckled, the sound light and unexpectedly comforting. “I guess not,” he agreed, eyes still shining with gratitude as he turned back to his notes, flipping to a fresh page. “You mind if I write down that you came back? I think… I think I’d like to remember it.” You nod.

"Yeah, sure you can."

From that moment on, he followed you like a quiet shadow, slipping into conversations, teasing you as much as you teased him, and reminding you of the friend you’d found in the most unexpected of places.

[alien-slushie]

Reporter: And how have things changed for you since you came to UA?

Midoriya: Well, I came here with no dad, and now I have at least three.

Aizawa: Midoriya, Hound Dog's office!

Midoriya: See?

[hyperfixationjunkie]

I HAVE ART

A WONDERFUL AND AMAZING FRIEND OF MINE MADE ART FOR MY FANFICTION “Hemlock, Nightshade, Queen Anne’s Lace” OF MY VERY TIRED VILLAIN IZUKU!!

HE LOOKS AMAZING OH MY GOD

check out the fic here!

[sistamajor]

💥 can you fucking be even more annoying!? ... ...... ......... 🥦........ YES

Sorry Kacchan, he has news

[peachesgaeass]

Title: Shadows on the Rooftop

MHA Spiderman Au

(A little teaser of izuku's and Aizawa's first meeting)

—*‐;=;-*—

Aizawa's Pov.

The night was quiet in Musutafu, the hum of the city muffled beneath the weight of an impending storm. Eraserhead, or Shouta Aizawa, moved across the rooftops, his scarf loose around his shoulders and his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. His nightly patrols had been routine for years, but tonight something felt off.

And then he saw it.

A small figure perched on the edge of a rooftop several buildings away. Their silhouette was unnaturally still, save for the faint swing of their legs over the edge. As Aizawa crept closer, he took in the oversized hoodie that drowned their frame, the black cargo pants, and the bright red shoes dangling precariously over the abyss.

He froze for a moment, the scene sinking in. He’d dealt with jumpers before, but this was different. Most people who found themselves on rooftops with those intentions radiated hesitation—stiff bodies, nervous energy, a last-minute fight against their decision.

This kid had none of that.

Their posture was relaxed, their shoulders loose. They looked like someone who had already made up their mind, someone who had accepted the inevitable and was simply waiting for it to happen.

Aizawa felt something clench in his chest.

It didn’t matter what this kid thought they’d decided. Not tonight. Not on his watch.

He approached cautiously, the soles of his boots quiet against the rooftop gravel. His scarf was ready in his hands—not to fight, but to catch them if they fell.

“Hey,” he called out, keeping his voice soft and steady. “What are you doing up here?”

The kid turned their head slightly, the hood casting a shadow over their face. Even with the mask covering their features, Aizawa could feel their gaze, sharp and unnervingly calm.

“Taking in the view,” they said, their voice quiet and soft, yet clear against the stillness of the night.

Aizawa’s frown deepened. He moved closer, slow and deliberate, keeping his scarf loose but prepared. “Dangerous place to enjoy the view.”

The kid didn’t respond immediately. They shifted slightly, leaning forward so the toes of their shoes brushed the edge of the rooftop. Aizawa’s grip on his scarf tightened.

“You shouldn’t be up here alone,” he pressed, his tone edging toward urgency.

The kid laughed, a quiet sound that barely reached him. It wasn’t a laugh of humor; it was hollow, tinged with a melancholy that settled in Aizawa’s gut.

“If I wanted to jump,” the kid said softly, “I wouldn’t have waited for you to show up.”

Aizawa froze at the words. There was no malice in them, no bite—just a calm, almost tired matter-of-factness. It wasn’t reassuring. It wasn’t meant to be.

“You knew I was coming?” he asked, stalling for time as he stepped closer. He didn’t know what else to say, only that he needed to keep the kid talking.

Another soft laugh. The kid tilted their head, the hood slipping slightly but still hiding their face. “Got a tip.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed. “From who?”

The kid gestured vaguely to the air around them. “My friends.”

“Your friends?” he repeated, both confused and wary.

“They’re very good at spotting company.” The kid’s tone held no boastfulness, just a quiet certainty.

Aizawa stopped, only a few feet away now. His grip on his scarf was firm, ready to react in an instant. He scanned the rooftop and surrounding buildings for any signs of other people, but they were alone.

“Listen,” he began carefully, “you don’t have to do this. Whatever’s going on, there are people who can help—”

The kid interrupted with a sigh, soft and resigned. They stood fluidly, their movements too smooth for someone so small. Aizawa’s instincts screamed at him to act, but the calmness in the kid’s demeanor made him hesitate.

“Help?” The word was spoken with a faint, bitter humor. “I’m not the one who needs help.”

They turned to face him fully now, their mask and hood still obscuring their identity. For a brief moment, Aizawa caught a glimpse of their eyes through the shadow—dull, tired, but with a flicker of reluctant acceptance. Like they’d resigned themselves to whatever end awaited them, but not tonight.

Before Aizawa could say anything else, the kid stepped backward off the edge of the roof.

His scarf snapped forward on instinct, but when he reached the ledge, there was nothing to catch. No body, no sound of impact. Just empty air and a faint wisp of silk clinging to the corner of the building.

Aizawa scanned the alley below, his heart pounding. He caught sight of a faint movement—a shadow disappearing into the distance, too quick and silent to follow.

For a long moment, he stood at the edge of the roof, his scarf coiled loosely in his hands.

He’d heard rumors of a vigilante operating in Musutafu—a shadowy figure who left criminals bound in silk, tied up like presents for the police. He hadn’t believed it before.

But now, staring at the trail of silk glinting faintly in the moonlight, Aizawa knew the stories were true.

And he wasn’t sure what unsettled him more: the fact that the vigilante was real, or that they were just a kid.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he turned away from the edge. Whoever they were, they were fast, quiet, and terrifyingly efficient. But the way they carried themselves, the way they spoke—it wasn’t just experience or skill. It was something darker.

Aizawa glanced back at the empty rooftop.

He’d find them again. Not because they were a vigilante, but because he couldn’t shake the look in their eyes. That reluctant acceptance, that quiet sadness—it wasn’t the look of someone living. It was the look of someone waiting to die.

If you want me to actually start(because I get motivation when people like an idea I have) please tell me as it would be very helpful with finding the motivation to write it

This is the brain dump

[lovelykil]

sassy deku save me ohh save me

[stupid-disco-man]

my interpretation of bkdk has grown more nuanced over the years that I don’t think they would do alot of the things that fan culture portrays them as , but I still engage in that side of the media even though in my head I’m like yep fanon bkdk is not very bkdk but that’s ok bc at the end of the day this is our way of making our ken dolls kiss so whatever

[4acoffee]

maturing is realizing that midoriya is actually fine af???

[vyxensworld]

Todoroki: Where’s my chair?

Uraraka: Bakugo broke it over Deku’s back while they were wrestling.

Izuku: Correction, Kacchan was wrestling. I was eating katsudon.

[sir--crow]

Chapter 2 is out everyone! Thank you for waiting! 

This time, on Dragon Ball Z, Katsuki and Izuku run through their memories of their stay at the hospital after the war and Katsuki finds himself feeling emotions (uh oh). How dare he feel such things. 

Also, y’all know that famous BKDK fanart that Horikoshi chose in a contest? The one of the two boys under the cherry blossom trees? I might have been inspired by that... 

Oh and for the bit, Next time on Dragon Ball Z, Izuku starts getting bad nightmares, weird nightmares, is seeing a shadow monster (double uh oh), and has to prepare for the upcoming Sports Festival??? Find out what happens next on Dragon Ball Z!