#i could make a juicy oneshot abt this

[sai-int]

officer!price

the red and blue lights flash in your rearview, and you groan, already slowing to pull over in the shoulder, lowering your too-loud music. this stretch of road’s quiet, and you know exactly who it is. small town, officer john price, and it’s not your first rodeo with him.

his boots crunch on broken asphalt, the flicker of the headlights catching the glint of his badge. you roll the window down, already half annoyed, but then you see him, and that’s when the irritation starts to fade.

“license and registration,” he says, voice smooth, like he’s in no rush.

you roll your eyes but reach for the glove box anyway. “what's it this time, price?”

his brow quirks. “that's officer price, to you, hun. know how fast you were going?” he asks, leaning down just enough to make his face fill the window.

“barely over the limit,” you reply, your voice sharp but not entirely convincing.

he hums like he’s thinking it over, then steps back. “step out of the car.”

you laugh under your breath. “seriously?”

he arches an eyebrow. “you got a problem with that?”

not really. not at all.

you open the door, sliding out with an indignant roll of your eyes, but you can’t stop the way your heart beats a little faster when he reaches for you. hands on your hips, guiding your chest flush with the hood of his car, like he’s done this a hundred times (he has).

“reckless again,” he says, voice rougher than usual as his hands slide down your waist and hips, searching for weapons. “i oughta teach you a lesson one of these days.”

you smirk, unable to fight the way your hips press backwards in search of his, “teach me, then.”

he sighs like a disappointed dad before tutting. “put your hands behind your back, sweetheart.”

edit: one shot for this is here

[hballegro]

see the problem with being in the middle of feeding my dogs and having a fic idea [completely unrelated to actually feeding the dogs] ['feeding the dogs' means taking them out to the bathroom and feeding/watering them in the morning] [went outside to let my older dog out because he needs guidance outside] [first nip of the season outside] [made the phrase 'he feels like fall' enter my brain] [thought abt bj and hawkeye camping out in the pines]

is that id either have to make it as a oneshot [bad at] [need to perfectly orchestrate everything] [cant be succinct] or have like 2 pages of set-up before i could get to the fun idea i wanted [more likely] [would be fun] [would take 2 weeks or 4 months] [more work] [would have to wait to get to the juicy stuff]

[chaos-has-theories]

UM. I don't have a specific fic for the ask game so just answer as general questions abt ask ur fics I guess?? But

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

BREATHING ROOM FINALLY time to answer some askssssss :D

5. Is there any scene you're excited about writing?

I mostly write the scenes I'm excited for immediately - if I don't, I'll just sit on the fic without ever getting past the first paragraph. But I am looking forward to writing the third scene to that Marcia & Silas oneshot I sent you, where Marcia is all IS THE PRINCESS OK and Silas is like ARE YOU OK and then they stare at each other for a minute.

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Heh. Have a paragraph of Marcia in the Miraculous Ladybug AU?

Wayzz and Sass stayed quiet and out of sight while Marcia made her brooding way back across the walkways. Plagg, of course, had no such decency. "Of course Sugarcube gets to stay with Silas. Now him, he knows how to feed a cat. S'over a decade since I saw him - which is animal cruelty, just so you know - and he's still got my camembert stocked. Sass gets his mice and Pollen gets her honey but I have to live off butter and cream -" "You get plenty of cheese," Marcia said distractedly. She was getting a headache again. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to cut back on how many miraculouses she wore. "Oh, but nothing can ever surpass the taste of properly aged camembert. You know, when I-" "Quiet." Marcia stopped stock-still halfway to the great double doors to the tower. There was - something was wrong. Slowly, she started turning around, squinting far off. The place was deserted. No guard, she realized. She should probably have been pleased, but - There. The snowdrift must have slid off the pyramid all the way above, neatly burying the boy who just that morning had entertained himself - and Plagg, unknowingly - by trying and failing to hit the kwami's animal shape with a snow ball. "That wasn't me." Plagg's eyes were large and worried. "I think." "Nevermind that." Marcia clenched her jaw. She should have brought Orikko with her today. No matter - her hands would have to do. The boy's heartbeat was only getting slower.

13. Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

I... may have started writing a scene from your Timetravel AU? It was just supposed to be a warmup, but, well.

I won't post it anywhere without your permission, but I can send it to you sometime, if you want.

15. Do you have any unwritten scene that you think about a lot?

Recently it hasn't been a lot of SH, because that has been mostly oneshots and i either write them down or forget about them.

But - my TLT AU is still missing all of the important conversations between Gideon and Harrow, and those are going to be juicy. ("Who do you think paid for your commission?", and the pool scene, and)

Pretty much everything in the ML Daemon AU is angsty as hell, and I happen to be here for that. (LB and CN talking about grieving for their daemons. Nathalie severing herself, and the fallout from that. Gabriel's no good very bad decision making.)

And I'm always thinking about my modern Merlin AU. It's just so disorganized and huge that it feels impossible to work on anything specific in it right now. It's brilliant though. You'll just have to take my word for it.

21. Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Puddyng. It's the most self-indulgent Sep Heap thing I could ever write, based on a years-old joke my neighbor reminded me of recently ("this is what book 7 is going to be called") and my own memories of my grandmothers. I might write it one day, but I'm pretty sure i'll be the only one getting much out of it.

The plot would have been the kids visiting Aunt Zelda's after she's passed to hold a kind of memorial. Jenna refuses to make cabbage sandwiches in her honor, so they mess up the kitchen making pudding instead and having a lot of emotions about it. That's it.

Thanks for the ask!