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PLEASEEEE I'M SO OBSESSED WITH DR STONE AGAIN!!! (Curse those TikTok edits)

would anyone be kind enough as to write a full series? Pleaseeee 🥺

Okay so.. Imagine this.. Normal reader who isn't really smart (has the brain of taiju, and the stamina of Senku) she's a fan of Dr stone until she was hit by a truck.

Once she woke up she was confused but everything looked entirely normal. She then as she looked around and noticed the white walls then came to a realization that she was in a hospital. It takes her awhile to notice that she's younger (she's originally an 18-19). She later adapted to this new world until she met a younger version of xeno who she later became friends with (I firmly believe that in every smart people group.. There has to be one that is stupid. Can reader please also wear glasses? I need a reader with blurry vision and astigmatism). Imagine if reader would treat xeno like a baby

Reader to xeno: aww, his just a little baby *pats xenos head not realizing that she and xeno are literally the same age in this world*

(It'd be fun if reader is unserious most of the time.. The literal menace I'm their group.)

LOOK AT HOW CUTE HE IS!! I WANNA SQUEEZ THE LIFE OUT OF HIM AHHHHHHH!

[z3phyr3nn]

Umbrella of My Soul || MHA x Reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨 || 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲

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WELCOME TO

UMBRELLA OF MY SOUL

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A MHA x Gender Neutral!Reader fanfic

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←CHAPTER ONE

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The cool rays of the sun kissed your skin as you got outside.

Ten minutes had passed since you went in.

Streetlights lit up the darkest of allies, scaring away crime. You started to trot towards your home, unraveling your umbrella and putting it against your shoulder blade.

You wonder if the couple from earlier was still there.

You checked the alley. Trash bags spewed onto the floor, emitting a foul odor. The couple–seemed to have been in a fight. A man laid onto the floor, his face almost touching the soles of your shoes. Blood dripped from his nose, the white of his eyes replaced where an iris was supposed to be, and a mouth that started to foam up.

However, the other, a girl that seemed to have been your age, was in pristine condition.

She wore a white and black middle school uniform (okay wow she's really young) and a crowbar rested in her pale hands...

Her eyes held no sympathy for the act she had committed. She looked straight at you, hands clutching tighter onto the weapon. "Is something the problem?"

You smiled, widely. "Who would have thought that a little girl like you could beat up a man?" you spoke, voice hidden with a sly tone. "So, why'd you do it?"

The girl started to tremble. Her eyes went glossy as tears waterfalled down. "He–He tried to assault me. I had no choice." Her breathing went erratic, wails bounced off of the cement walls as the crowbar dropped onto the floor, letting out a loud CLANG.

She fell to the floor, face cupped on her face to prevent the tears falling. Her jet pinned black hair slowly dropped from her shoulders.

You stood there, awkwardly.

You weren't exactly the best at comforting anyone, so you just stood there, showing that you at least would stay until she was ready.

You extended your arms forward, opening wide to embrace a crying girl.

She looked up to see you still there. Confusion sketched itself onto her face. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked, like swearing at a stranger was normal.

You lifted the edges of your lips, trying to offer a comforting smile. "You look like you need a hug."

The girl wept even harder.

You apologized to her, confused why she still cried. "Was it something I said?"

"No, no it wasn't."

"Do you still need a hug?"

"I.....guess I do." She got up from her position and gave you a tight hug.

You felt oxygen excrete from your lungs. She let go from her, tears swept away from her face.

You looked back to the man on the ground.

Still bloody.

Still foaming at the mouth.

And very much dead.

Wait, dead?

You looked harder at the alleged dead man. His skin started to turn pale. You noticed that blood stopped flowing out of his noise, drying itself onto his face.

Yeah, he was most definitely dead

You looked at the black-haired girl then back to the corpse.

'We'll worry about him later,' you thought to yourself.

You spoke softly, "Do you want me to take you home?"

Rain poured down, hard. Thankfully, your umbrella blocked the onslaught of droplets. You felt a warmth on your side. The girl from earlier, who you called crowbar since she refused to tell you her name, kept inching closer to you.

Suddenly, she stopped. "You can drop me off here. My house is close by." Her tone felt firm, social battery clearly draining.

You grinned a little, hoping that she would soon recover. "Get home safe."

Crowbar treaded away, fatigue clouding inside her body. You waved to her, expecting no reply back.

The rain continued to mourn for the girl.

That day, something inside of her died.

A few weeks had gone by since you last saw her.

Your father turned on the TV.

"BREAKING NEWS

A new serial killer is on the rise. Victims are often observed to be killed using a blunt weapon. One thing to notice, bodies are often discovered during rainfall. We bring in one witness to describe their appearance."

A brown-haired man walked into the screen and sat behind the counter. He looked disturbed, eye bags that could stretch for miles, and stature that made him look so timid.

"Hello, Mr. Ito. I appreciate you for coming out to talk today."

The man fidgeted with his fingers before replying, "You're welcome...I guess.

The woman sweated a little, "Well Mr. Ito, can you give a description on what the killer looked like?"

He hesitated before replying, "Ah...yes. The person wore a white raincoat and held some sort of long weapon. I wasn't able to tell what it was... They also had a clear umbrella with them.

The news reporter looked at him with intrigue. "I see. We're you able to see their face?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't able to."

"There's no need for you to apologize. You were a victim too," she mentioned with a smile.

You turned the TV off with your remote. You chuckled a little.

"Who are you, really?"

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"[Y/N], turn the TV back on. I wasn't done watching yet. We HAVE to watch that football game!"

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Second chapter outttt let's go.

We didn't meet any MHA characters, but we'll see someone pretty soon...

With all of that out of the way,

stay happy and healthy readers!

ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

ZEPHYRIXX OUT

[anodetoswag]

Pelagic

Act V

Summary: Doing the right thing is hard. You try your berry best.

Masterlist

There’s something in the shadows. The first time, you brush it off as a trick of light, the second you convince yourself it’s paranoia. By the third, it’s too much to bear. 

You wander out, not finding the courage to move further than a foot from the entrance. Whether it’s fear for your well being or Neito’s, it’s hard to say. You wait outside for what feels like ages. Sleep eludes you, might as well keep watch. When the first rays of the sun light up the dreary gray skies, the shadows retreat back and take its dwellers with it. 

What it does not take however, is the guilt. The panic has lessened but you know better than to let this false sense of security delude you. You led the danger to your door and now it might devour you and him. Eventually the weight of your conscience becomes overwhelming.

You take to walking further away. Maybe you can get him something nice, it might lift his spirits and your own by lessening the feeling that you’ve landed him between the wolves. 

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The further you walk, the more deserted the path becomes. With how early in the day it is, even the handful of lumberjacks are nowhere to be seen.

You stop at the edge of the woods, reconsider the decision. Not from cowardice of what awaits but from what you left behind. Neito will probably not be happy if he wakes up to you gone, especially after what went down yesterday. Hopefully you’ll be able to make it quick. 

The road is narrow and uneven through the dirt. You have to get off at some point and go uphill. Barely twenty metres from the keekar and you’re pulled up and left hanging midair. The vines woven together aren't the best handiwork but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to get out of them. Luckily this isn’t your first rodeo. 

Rummaging around uncomfortably, you manage to reach the glass shard tucked away in your clothes, wrapped in a thick piece of cloth. Some more struggling allows you to reach one hand out and start cutting impatiently. 

It takes more time than you’d like, even more so when the resource is already precious at the moment. Once the vines give way, you toss the glass down onto the forest floor, making sure it’s a good few feet from where the trajectory will have you tumble on the ground before shifting to get out and falling face first. 

The feeling of something moving in your mouth has you hurrying to spit out the revolting beetle. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop fucking up my goddamn nets?!”

Bakugou’s presence is such a contrast to the tranquility of the forest that you don’t quite understand how he had hunter blood. 

“Maybe stop putting them in places where I keep getting stuck, shithead!”

He bristles, making a lunge at you that you miss narrowly by sidestepping. 

“I need to go.” That sounded downright dismissive as far as Bakugou was concerned. And if there’s one thing he can’t take, it’s that.

“Go where?”

His scowl deepens when you don’t reply, only walking further into the forest and away from him. 

“I picked a few of those shitty fruits.”

That made you stop. 

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Bakugou watches you devour the basket like you’re a zoo animal on display. You’re fairly convinced that’s how he sees you, as mildly interesting city dwelling stray creature living off sewer waste for food. Perhaps if you had any self respect, you wouldn’t return to him. But if you were to be honest, when the choice is between a full stomach and your dignity, the answer is clear as day. 

“And then,” you continue. That was the trade after all, you tell him things in return for these little tokens. “they realized it’s an ulcer.” 

“I was hoping it’d be liver fluke this time.” What an odd thing to sound disappointed over. Then again, who are you to judge oddities when you’re completely normal yourself. It’s simply not fair judgement. 

“Anyway,” you lap up the sticky residue running down your hands, wipe off the rest on your bottoms. “Gotta go before Neito wakes up.”

You pick up the rest of the fruits, tied up in a cloth to carry the rest of the way home. 

Bakugo’s face scrunches up while watching your figure grow smaller. “Neigh Toe?” What a strange name for a horse. 

[z3phyr3nn]

Umbrella of My Soul || MHA x Reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 || 𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

WELCOME TO 

UMBRELLA OF MY SOUL

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A MHA x Gender Neutral!Reader fanfic

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<—PROFILE CHAPTER TWO->

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ＹＯＵ glanced at your fingers, a grayish-purple in color. Then, you part your bangs to the side, revealing the eyes that hid under them. Your eyes didn't have the shimmer like a teenager should have. Your pupils were too large and there was a perpetual shadow under your eyes. No matter how long you slept, it stayed.

You turned off the lights and left the bathroom. You walked down the stairs and headed for the dining table. You pulled out your seat and sat on it while you awaited for dinner.

Your dad sat in the seat across from you. He stared at the TV in the living room, watching the news about a debuting pro hero–Mountain Lady. She kicked a giant villain in the face with her ultimate move, "Canyon Cannon." A stupid name but to each their own.

Minutes later, your mom brought the food over on a large platter. She set it down onto the table and sat in her seat.

You all prayed before reaching out for the food. You take your bowl of rice and miso soup first. The three of you ate quietly. Your parents didn't really talk to you that much since you were deemed "cursed."

Your parents went from clinic to clinic to figure out why you looked so different from them. Doctors had no solution. You were perfectly healthy–no illness or disease. You had a body ideal for athleticism.

So, your parents came to the conclusion it was because of your quirk, soul manipulation. The quirk was regarded as a villainous power–something that a hero wouldn't have control over. You didn't really mind the comments. It was your power after all.

You looked between your parents as they conversed with each other. You had trouble with joining in the conversation with them. Hesitantly, you spoke out, "Mother...father, I want to go out for a little bit." Both of your parents eyed you. Your mom traced your face with her eyes while your dad stared blankly at you. He quickly whispered something into your mother's ear.

"You can go. Just come back at eight," she quickly stated before resuming her conversation with your father. You got up from the table and softly walked toward the kitchen, placing your dirty dishes in the sink.

"Don't forget about your umbrella and gloves!" your father hollered out, hoping that you heard him. You went up the stairs, making a beeline towards your room which was located near the back of the house.

You took a jacket from your closet, unplugged your phone from its charger (a nice 87%), and picked up your umbrella and gloves which were situated right near the door. You went to your mirror and swept your bangs forward to cover your eyes.

You then advanced out of your room and waved bye to your parents. Upon opening the front door, you noticed the yellow in the sky slowly being painted into a red-orange as you breathed in the spring air. A delicate breeze tousled your hair, strands going wild under the dim light of the sun.

Gradually, the smell of dimethyl sulfide from the sea flooded your receptors. You turned right and strolled to the beach, a few hundred steps away. The buildings disappeared the more closer you got to the sacred ground. You saw trash litter the sand although there were pockets free of the garbage. Your eyes floated out to the ocean. The water, a royal blue in color, contradicted the human chaos inches away.

You took a deep breath, stress and nerves alleviating from your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man walking along the pier. Golden hair shining brightly in the shadow of the sun, head hanging low like an IPad kid cranking 90's and clothes that hung loosely from his frame. You peered closer at the man as he walked towards you.

"Good evening. Came out for a fresh breather?" he spoke. You turned around to look at the man. His eyes were casted by a shadow, blue specs floating in the void.

You frowned slightly, "There's nothing to breathe in with this ugly sight." You sighed loudly, plugging your nose with your finger to emphasize yourself.

The stick figure chuckled to himself before looking at the beach with sadness in his shoulders. "Trash just kept on piling in from the sea and the people nearby. It would take months to clean it all up."

You hummed before replying back to him, "Someone out there would be willing to do just that."

The man glimpsed at you, "You think so?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "Anything is possible," you turned away from the beach, leaving the stick to his own devices.

You REALLY didn't want to socialize today.

Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you walked to your favorite convenience store, 6/10. You passed by an alleyway between a couple of brown buildings. You peered into it, eyes landing on two hidden figures in close proximity.

You felt your cheeks heat up looking at their suggestive positions. Quickly, you sped walked towards the corner store.

The 6/10 sign shone brightly in a deep red. The bell jingled in the store as you opened the door. The cashier gave you a quiet nod, rather giving his attention to the newspaper in his hands rather than your arrival.

You went to the far right aisle, picking up your favorite snacks and drinks. Your hands went from one shelf to another, grabbing enough to last you a week.

Another jingle resounded through the air, signaling that someone else came in. You looked over the aisle, face drifting to the door. In came a blond haired male, hair shaped into a sea urchin, eyes as red as the depths of Hell, and a smirk too cocky for his good. He wore a black uniform, gold buttons lining down the middle. Two other students came into the store, wearing the same uniform as the blondie.

'Seems like trouble' you thought to yourself. You went on with your shopping spree, ears fuzzing out the obnoxious laughter from the group who just came in.

A couple of minutes later, you walked up to the cashier. The man sat up from his chair and scanned your items. "That'll be 2715 yen." You took out some cash from your pocket and gave him the exact amount that was needed.

You thanked him before leaving the store, opening up a milk box just as you got outside.

"There's no way I'm going to get involved with that group of misfits," you mumbled.

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WOOHOO FIRST CHAPTER OUT!!!!!

 I'm actually so pumped up for this fanfic.

With all of that out of the way,

stay happy and healthy readers!

（￣︶￣)

ZEPHYRIXX OUT

[z3phyr3nn]

Umbrella of My Soul || MHA x Reader Fanfic

𝒫𝑅𝒪𝐹𝐼𝐿𝐸

ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

WELCOME TO UMBRELLA OF MY SOUL

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A MHA x Gender Neutral!Reader fanfic

ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـ٨

CHAPTER ONE- >

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"At first, they were just standing there. Now, they're clearly following me..." - ???

NAME: Amano [Y/N]

HEIGHT: 6'4 inches (195.072 centimeters)

QUIRK: Soul Manipulation

FAMILY MEMBERS: Amano Himari (Mother) → Alive

                                        Amano Kousei (Father) → Alive

RECORDS

"A person with a red umbrella."

"They'll appear on rainy days."

"And trap you in illusions which cannot be escaped."

The quirk soul manipulation is rather a terrifying one. The user is able to control any soul, allowing them to alter a person's appearance, personality, spirit, and quirk. The only downside is that [Y/N] will need the person's name.

To gain the name, [Y/N] will stalk their victim and manipulate them, bringing up bad memories. If anything above doesn't work, [Y/N] will resort to using their "pocket dimension" where the victim will be trapped in an abandoned apartment OR they will be teleported to a place consisting of a blood-red sea.

Any attacks that are intended to harm [Y/N] will phase right through them, causing a glitch-effect to appear. If they want to attack the person right back, [Y/N] will need the other person's name.

They will also emit a red light—covering their surroundings with a red hue. This only occurs when [Y/N] uses their quirk. It's an involuntary side effect.

THE UMBRELLA

[Y/N] carries around an umbrella which is said to be their "soul" or at least tied to it. If damaged, they will loose their memory. If broken entirely, they will instead die.

Back when they weren't able to control their quirk, Amano Himari gave them an umbrella in order to restrain the quirk's power.

There have been reports of the umbrella sustaining damage. This resulted in the assaulter mangled up—limbs twisting in ways that shouldn't be humanely possible. Their face caved in with their mouth styled into a eerie grin.

Standing over the the dead victim, was [Y/N], hands clasped around their umbrella to shield them from the pouring rain. Their face held a certain calmness—a serene that shouldn't have been possible with the bloody sight in front of them.

WARNING.

WARNING.

WARNING. 

WARNING.

WARNING. 

W̶͖̲̾͆A̸̢͚̒̋͊̈͘R̷̛̘͉̹̮̦̳̬͌̒̈̌́̕͜͜͠N̸̙̐͋͂͊̎̎͝I̴̧̋̑̒̒́̒̓N̷̩̦̗̙̏̆̔ͅG̸̛̮̮͓̫͉̥̰͖͎̘̈́̓̈́

W̶͖̲̾͆A̸̢͚̒̋͊̈͘R̷̛̘͉̹̮̦̳̬͌̒̈̌́̕͜͜͠N̸̙̐͋͂͊̎̎͝I̴̧̋̑̒̒́̒̓N̷̩̦̗̙̏̆̔ͅG̸̛̮̮͓̫͉̥̰͖͎̘̈́̓̈́ 

DO NOT DESTROY THE UMBRELLA.

I REPEAT, DO NOT DESTROY THE UMBRELLA.

YOU CAN NOT SURVIVE AGAINST IT.

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↪ART

None of the art/pictures used belongs to me unless stated otherwise.

↪SCHEDULE AND STORY

Story updates will be sporadic. Sometimes I spend a lot of time on writing, other times I've got none at all, so please be patient with me! Also, be transparent with your thoughts and feelings. I want to improve my writing and grammar.

↪WARNINGS

Sexual themes, swearing, obsession, stalking, gore, cannibalism(possibly), m*neta, mentions of abuse, [Y/N] lowkey being the most villainous and malicious one and more to be added.

↪DISCLAIMERS

I do not endorse nor encourage everything that is mentioned or done in this book. This is a work of fiction that is serving as entertainment and improvement.

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I got inspired off of a gacha reaction video lol which was based off of Mr. Scarletella from Homicipher as [Y/N].

This will probably be fun to write considering how different the MHA cast is compared to [Y/N]

With all of that out the way, stay happy and healthy readers!

o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

ZEPHYRIXX OUT