Thank you, anonymous and neeteeus, for the LJ roses and wonderful messages! You both really made my day with your thoughtfulness. :)
Thank you, kormantic for the kick-ass Trailer Park Boys icons! I love them and you so much.
Thank you, everyone who commented on the Tezuka/Oishi fic. You make me smile and smile.
I apologize that there was no MitKo and that there were no new templates for the Drabble-Matic. There was just not time. The Drabble-Matic is now two years old and accounts for the bulk of my web traffic. I while away many the hour following referer links and reading the crazy drabbles people generate. :)
To end the day, a ficlet. It's, um, well, lacrosse boys. You may or may not recall the Prince of Tennis episode review where I proposed a spin-off series about three cute boys in the Seigaku stands (scroll until you see the picture). And then marksykins and mousapelli and I started writing comment fic about them here and there. Then there was one-line fic. And now this. Possibly, Marks and Mousapelli are writing an epic novel about Sato and Asakawa. I look forward to it. :)
ETA: mousapelli posted some Aim for the Sky! fic at almost the exact same time as I did, proving that I am not the only freak in Freakville. *g* Hers is better than mine: Hearts and Deflowers
Girlfriend by Halrloprillalar
Aim for the Sky! Tachiki/Misaki, PG13, 350 words.
In which Misaki is surprised and Tachiki is much as usual.
NB: Introducing Yukihiro Natsumi, the lacrosse team manager.
"I baked them myself." Natsumi pushes a cloth-wrapped bundle into Misaki's hands. "I hope you like them."
"Ah..." The cloth is bright pink with yellow hearts on it. "Thank you."
Natsumi looks down and smiles. "Um, see you at practice." The heavy door swings closed behind her. Misaki can hear her clunking down the steps.
"She likes you." Tachiki flicks a magazine page.
"She does?" Misaki slides down beside Tachiki. "Are you sure?"
Tachiki just looks at Misaki. Then he goes back to his dodgy magazine.
"What should I do?" Misaki isn't good around girls. "What if I turn her down and she gets upset and it's bad for the team? And Tsukada gets mad and you know what he's like when he's mad."
"Don't turn her down."
Tachiki lets the magazine fall open in his lap, a pair of breasts staring up at them. There's a suck mark on Tachiki's neck, just showing purple above his collar. Misaki's face gets hot, remembering.
"It's good to have a girlfriend," Tachiki says. He draws his finger across the page, across the picture of flesh. He circles one of the nipples slowly.
Misaki swallows. Tachiki is just trying to wind him up. "How would you know?"
"You think I don't have a girlfriend?" Tachiki flashes his teeth but it's not a smile. He swings over and straddles Misaki's legs. The magazine falls to the ground.
"Don't," Misaki says and Tachiki does, a darting kiss that knocks Misaki's head against the wall. "Bastard," Misaki says, but he leans into the next one, opens his mouth and reaches around to grab Tachiki's ass. "But I'm not your girlfriend."
Tachiki bites Misaki's lip. "I never said you were."
Misaki figures only half of what Tachiki ever says is true. But he doesn't know how to tell which half. He doesn't know if he should care.
It's easier just to kiss.
After practice, Misaki gives the cookies to Sato. He tells Natsumi they were delicious.