A rare visit from All Might to Class 1-A's dorm sparks a conspiracy theory that poor Izuku Midoriya just can't get away from. A ToshInko Oneshot.

'I count everything. Calories eaten, calories burnt, weight, my clothes size, the width of my waist... I guess you could say I'm just number orientated.' [completed]

Poor Eren Jaeger just wanted to make it out of school alive, but when he catches the eye of party boy Levi his hopes disappear. Why did he have to be the one to interest the possibly psychopathic vampire head of the city? Moreover, how is he supposed to resist the temptation to join him? Ranked #1 in every section it could possibly be put in. Really, I'm definitely not making this statistic up.

Julian Kyle, America's favorite boy. Girls scream his name and go crazy over him. But will one photographer end up driving him crazy?

When he was a baby, Peter Parker was adopted by Tony Stark. Now, at five years old, he runs to his dad whenever he has a bad dream. What happens when Tony isn't there to comfort Peter?

This is a continuation of my first one-shot book called 'Growing Up', but you don't really need to read it to read this. You might want to, though, so some chapters aren't confusing. *No longer accepting requests* Written in 2018

These are just a bunch of one shots condensed into one book about Peter growing up being raised by Tony Stark. You can read them in order or not. *no longer accepting requests* Written in 2018

It's the aftermath of Infinity War (don't worry, it's a fix-it). Everyone returns to earth and is reunited with their teams, family, and friends. Eventually, though, they had to finish up the clean up from their most recent battle against Thanos. Unfortunately, not everything Thanos destroyed can be fixed. An Irondad-Spideyson story Written in 2018

His mate's an alpha. He's an omega. Most think he is weak. But he couldn't be far from that. He strengthens the pack, defying the logic of status, and the fearful alpha couldn't cherish him more.

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.