(Oneshot PWP. Post KH2. Fluffy RxS yaoi.) Sora has some questions for Riku about the birds and the bees.

[sequel to 'Marvelous Things', from dave's POV.] "Camping?" you echo skeptically. Spending a week without internet access isn't something you're eager to volunteer for. And you're not exactly the outdoor type. Sunshine is not your friend. Why he would think you'd want to spend your spring break in the middle of nowhere, out in the open, sleeping in a tent... ... in a tent with John Egbert, in the middle of nowhere, just the two of you... sharing a sleeping bag for warmth... no one to hear his doofy giggling... or any other noises he might happen to make... A slow smile spreads over your face. "Whatever you want, baby."

They've never been evil before.

Abed made the announcement two weeks before the semester ended. "I'm transferring," he said placidly, and the conversation around the room came to an abrupt halt. "Come again?" Jeff said flatly, slouched back in his seat. "I'm transferring," Abed repeated. "I got into the NYU film school, and they're taking most of my Greendale credits so I'm moving to New York this summer."

Troy leaves. The group adjusts. Abed is selfish.

Troy and Abed and Annie in the bedroom! (Or, how Troy and Abed asked Annie to join them, and how she figured out that it was okay to say yes.)

Bitty uses emojis like a second language, one that Jack's slowly starting to become fluent in.

It takes a long, long time for Dorian to realize that he is still waiting for the Bull to finish what he started.

It had to be Soul Society affecting him. There was no other explanation for the way he found himself looking at their resident hero, the soul-reaper-who-shouldn't-have-been. Ichigo. But...he couldn't really bring himself to care.

Yuri Plisetsky has been waiting three years to finally have sex with his boyfriend. Viktor, of course, ruins it all.

Zabuza steels himself, breathes out. Remembers he can move, that he can speak, and slowly, carefully slides to his knees. Not a position he would take for anyone else, even Mei if she ever wore the Mizukage's hat, not after a lifetime spent clawing his way up from the streets and into a place of his own power. But—gods are something different. They have to be, or they can't offer miracles, and Zabuza needs that miracle right now. “I was told that you help those seeking justice,” he says.