A/N: Holy shit. Long author's note is long. Scarlet is super sorry!!!
-We do have a Yanagi/Kirihara written, and Ema-chan, I did write Echizen/Dan for you since I got a plot bunny as soon as you requested it…We'll be posting them soon. Atobe/Ryoma also falls into this category.
-Lemme see….OT5 minus Ryoma plus Yukimura. I tried to write this. I swear I did….but it really wasn't working. It was a complete failure... like the failed juices eating away at the floor in that corner of Inui's room Kaidoh won't go near, regardless of the fact that that's where his favorite t-shirt landed.
-We're not writing another Atobe/Akutagawa. We're just not. Quit asking, please. There are a few weird pairings that I'm not even sure I know the characters well enough to write them with people I'm not used to shipping them with (Sorry, Yanagi/Marui requester…and Kenya/Zaizen requester…IDK)
From Katie: I have written Thrill and Rival and will be writing Pillar, so no need to request those anymore either.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOT EVEN MY SOUL! (Legit. It belongs in pieces to various people I've met via internet.)
Drabble the thirty-second: Kikumaru/Fuji
"Fujiko, don't do that!" Eiji shouted as the tensai picked up a basket of laundry.
"It's just towels, Eiji. It's not even a big basket." Fuji carefully balanced the basket on his hip as he picked up a glass from the coffee table to set in the sink.
"I know, but…" Eiji took the basket from Fuji, setting it on the kitchen table momentarily while he wrapped his arms around Fuji. "I just want you to be super safe…"
"Eiji, I know my limits. This is the third, remember? Speaking of which, when is Oishi bringing them home?" Fuji wrapped one arm around Eiji and placed the other hand on his stomach.
"He said they'd be home around eight." Eiji sidestepped to the sink, where Fuji deposited the dirty glass, so he didn't have to let go.
"We have the house all to ourselves for the next two hours?"
"Mhm…" Eiji pressed his forehead to Fuji's.
"Oishi and Tezuka are feeding them, yes?"
"Mhm…"
"Can I have an Eiji sundae for dinner?" Fuji's eyes smirked.
"You know I have yet to deny you anything while pregnant, Fujiko." Eiji looked playfully insulted.
"Hm…too true." Fuji stepped to the fridge and pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup from the door before grabbing Eiji and dragging him to their bedroom.
