Want to hear all my fluffy, smutty fantasy of Beast Boy and Raven? Here's some short stories for you.

So three things go into this book. 1. The fact that I have a problem. 2. My overactive brain that's constantly thinking of new story ideas. 3. My lack of time. So this is where all those previously mentioned Septiplier story ideas are going, cause this way I can write em out, without taking up an entire story. So yeah.

Hey, I write this pairing a lot, and I figured I may as well have a book to write them in, since most of them are like 1 chapter.

Hello there welcome to my paper hat one shot book. This book is for any requests I've gotten. If you would like to request something feel free to DM me or comment, and I'll make sure to include it. I hope you all enjoy. I do not own any of the characters used in this story. Everything in here is complete fictional. Any artwork used I will give credit to unless I could not find it's owner. If I used your art and didn't give credit, feel free to DM me and I'll give credit.

Mark always knew who he could trust with all his secrets, who would walk with him, and who was out to get him. Being able to read minds had it perks but overall, it kind of sucked. Just having those constant voices in your head, yelling, whispering, just talking. It drove him mad. Mark was still an optimist, no matter what life threw at him. The red-haired kid that you would either see with a smile or a look of impatience, who stayed behind in empty classrooms for three minutes and only having two more minutes to run across the school the next classroom. That was Mark Fischbach, the one not many knew. Jack never knew who he could trust, who he could complain to, who to confine to without being betrayed. He didn't know why he couldn't trust people, he just had trust issues. He was an optimist, though even an optimist had something to complain about so they could remain optimistic. Not wanting to plague others with his deepest secrets that they had to keep or with his flurry of complaints that he had about life. He was the green-haired kid you could always hang out with, the kid that you could ask for help and he would always come through, the kid with the big toothy grin that everyone loved. That was the Sean McLoughlin that everyone knew. Jack didn't know a lot about his life. Who he could trust? Who he could be actual friends with? Who was out to get him? Who actually hated that giant grin on his face and wanted to wipe it clean? Who is the red-haired kid that looks like he's about to explode in the back of the classroom? Why does he want to help Jack? Why does he know that Jack needs help the first place? The Cotton Candy haired boys; Green and red acting as a beacon of that everyone's eyes are drawn to. The Candy Floss haired boys; Red and green catching the attention of passersby no matter the case. The Candy Haired Boys that needed to live for once instead of hiding from the possiblilities in life.

Fluffy Flughat/Paperhat for the soul

i have no idea where im going with this fic.

In which a certain demon villain with issues expressing his feelings claims a bag-headed scientist with an anxiety problem. //// I SWEAR TO GOD EVERY SINGLE TIME. So welcome to my newest obsession. I've not been in the damn fandom for long, but DAMN DO I SHIP THESE BEANS. Okay, so DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own any of the characters from the series "Villainos." Any events or characters in this story that are similar to pre-existing works or people is COMPLETELY coincidental. The events and characters in this story are solely fictional. Don't sue me, I'm just a fangirl. The cover was made by the lovely @Abbiline_Imaginates

The man behind the scenes, Dr. Flug is a young man of whom carries such power and strength that his boss nullifies it by filling him with self doubt. Black Hat is his boss and the man who gave Dr.Flug a place to stay and work... Dr. Flug is greatful for this.... but... how long can this charade go on for... when will Black Hat admit to himself... that he loves Dr. Flug?