Hey. I'm Marcus. I’m 17 and I guess I’m the quiet one in the group (not that anyone notices lol). I watch a lot of anime, I edit stuff sometimes, and I’m probably on Reddit more than I should admit. I don’t really go out much. Not because I can’t. I just… prefer doing my own thing, I guess.
I’m not really good at this intro thing, so yeah. If you’re here, you’re probably lost.
Fanfiction Haven
Cursed by Perfection
Hunter x Hunter — Killua Zoldyck x Male OC
He’s not strong. Not like them. Not like him.
He hides behind sarcasm, hoods, and energy drinks. He skips breakfast and binges ramen at 3AM. But Killua still looks at him like he’s something more than weak. More than human. Maybe something worth protecting.
"You're not a burden," Killua says flatly, not even glancing away from the arcade screen. "You're just… kind of pathetic sometimes."
The OC bites the inside of his cheek. "Thanks."
"But like, in a good way."
They don’t touch. Not really. But their hands brush when they reach for the same joystick. Killua pulls away first, like always.
The OC will never be special. But if Killua keeps choosing to be near him, even if he never says why, maybe that’s enough.
A/N: not romantically... idk. okay maybe a little. shut up.
I Could’ve Been Him
My Hero Academia — Bakugo Katsuki x Reader
Reader is not pretty. Not popular. Not quirked in any meaningful way. She walks through life in oversized sweaters and chipped black nail polish.
Bakugo hates weaklings.
But he doesn’t hate her.
He notices her.
“The hell are you always lookin’ at me for?” he growls, sweat popping on his temple.
She shrugs. "You're loud."
“Tch. Whatever.”
And then he sits by her at lunch. No one else. Just her.
He’s angry, but not at her. He’s angry at how much he wants to know her name.
A/N: i wrote this while staring at a photo of my own hand pretending he was holding it. i am not okay.
To Be Worthy of You
Death Note — Light Yagami x Male OC, TW: obsession
Light looks like how control feels.
The OC studies him across the room, counting the ticks in his notebook. He wants to become better.
Not to beat Light.
To deserve to sit next to him.
"You should work on your posture," Light says one day, brushing dust off the OC’s collar.
The OC doesn’t speak. He only straightens his spine and tries not to breathe too loud.
He dreams of Light calling him brilliant. Of being allowed into the plan.
Of being seen.
A/N: not gay. it's not about that. it’s about dominance. okay maybe a little gay. whatever.
Alone With the Water God
Spirited Away — Haku x Reader
He is ethereal. Cold. Distant.
But she sees him when no one else does.
And when she cries in the boiler room after everyone laughs at her oversized uniform, he finds her.
“You don’t belong here,” he whispers.
“I know,” she says. “But neither do you.”
And Haku touches her hand for the first time.
He is water. She is cracked porcelain. But maybe, just maybe, they could make something soft out of sadness.
A/N: I know he’s 12 in canon but shut up he’s a river spirit it doesn’t count. age is a concept. leave me alone.
Project: Reinvention
Original Character Fic — Gym bro x loser fic
“You’ll never be like them,” the trainer says.
He’s shirtless and golden and oiled like a Greek god.
The OC stares down at his soft belly and counts the stretch marks like tally marks in failure.
“But I want to be. I want—”
The gym bro leans in. “You want me to make you into something people won’t laugh at?”
The OC nods.
“Then stop crying. And give me ten more reps.”
A/N: this isn’t romantic it’s literally about discipline. shut up.
The Basement Pact
Attack on Titan — Levi x Male OC
Levi doesn’t talk much. But when the OC throws up during training, he doesn’t laugh.
He hands him a towel.
Their eyes meet over the bleach bucket.
“You’re not weak,” Levi says. “You’re just... not used to the pain yet.”
The OC writes that on his mirror in eyeliner. He stops eating sugar. He wakes up at 4AM.
Levi never compliments him again.
But he stops correcting him.
And that’s love, isn’t it?
A/N: [No note provided, but keeping consistent formatting.]
CTRL + Z
Genshin Impact — Scaramouche x OC
He insults you. Every time. But you keep logging in.
Your OC stands beside him, purple streaks across your face like bruises you begged for.
“You’ll never be strong,” Scaramouche scoffs.
“Maybe not,” your OC says. “But I’ll follow you anyway.”
And for just one second, he flinches.
Just one second, he doesn’t disappear.
A/N: If you judge me for this I will actually kill myself.
Mirror Heart
Tokyo Ghoul — Kaneki x Reader, body dysmorphia fic
She stands in front of the mirror.
Fat.
Wrong.
Too much.
Kaneki finds her.
He knows what it’s like to hate your flesh.
“We’re monsters,” he says, reaching out. “But monsters still deserve to live.”
She cries into his chest. He doesn’t flinch.
Because he’s cracked too.
And cracked things fit together sometimes.
A/N: I literally wrote this in the middle of a binge. The shame is real. Don’t @ me.
He’d Never Pick Me
OC Fic
You ever watch your best friend walk into a room and everyone looks at him first?
You ever stand there like a side quest?
Like the loading screen of a person?
This story has no plot. Just one boy sitting next to another, wondering how it feels to be wanted.
He doesn’t confess.
He doesn’t cry.
He just takes it.
Because that’s what background characters do.
A/N: This isn’t about anyone I know. Except it is. Whatever. You’ll never read this anyway.
