So how will this work?

As you can see below, every day for the week beginning September 25, there will be a word prompt. You do not have to answer the prompt if you don’t feel inspired by the word of the day. This just a reference in case you’re stuck and need some inspiration for a fic, graphic, or piece of artwork. 

Remember to tag everything you make as #midam week so we can reblog it here, and have fun!

Day 1: September 25

Prompt: CLEAR (adj.) – free from darkness, obscurity, or cloudiness; light.

Day 2: September 26

Prompt: PRESSURE (n.) – the exertion of force upon a surface by an object, fluid, etc., in contact with it. / (v.) – to force toward a particular end; to influence.

Day 3: September 27

Prompt: BLUSH (v.) – to redden, as from embarrassment or shame. to make red; flush. / (n.) – a reddening, as of the face.

Day 4: September 28

Prompt: FALLING (n.) – an act or instance of falling or dropping from a higher to a lower place or position. that which falls or drops. 

Day 5: September 29

SPECIAL THEME: Adam’s birthday and the Feast of St. Michael

Prompt: INTERSTELLAR (adj.) – situated or occurring between the stars.

Day 6: September 30

Prompt: SECRET (adj.) – done, made, or conducted without the knowledge of others. / (n.) – something that is kept secret, hidden, or concealed. a mystery.

Day 7: October 1

So at times, Adam would make a comment, a totally innocuous one in his opinion, and his co-workers would look at him like he'd grown a second head.

This was a difficulty Adam hadn't really foreseen when thinking about getting a 'little job': That he had apparently forgotten how to interact with normal people. Or rather, he technically knew how, but he was so used to only ever talking to Michael that it was hard to re-adjust.

Sometimes, Adam would forget that they weren't alone, and talked out loud to Michael. His co-workers probably thought he was talking to himself. But it got so bad that he sometimes forgot someone else was talking to him because Michael was making a funny face, or commenting from the sidelines. Not so great when you're currently talking to your boss or a customer, and suddenly ignore them.

The thing was, pretending to be a regular human was hard, and so it came as no surprise that Adam had trouble actually holding down a job. Which might also have something to do with him playing hooky all the damn time to go sight-seeing, or just chill in his bed. Both of which were Michael's fault, because he kept instigating these things.

Technically, they didn't even need a job. Turned out Michael could just get them everything they needed, including money, though Adam was a little reluctant to rely on him like that. It felt like cheating. Besides, having a job made Adam go out into the world instead of just staying inside his little bubble of archangels (yeah, several, at least sometimes) and the cashier at the grocery store around the corner.

So what if the people at his job (and possibly also the cashier) thought he was weird? Or if he couldn't keep a job for more than a month? At least he was trying.

JENNA NEEDS TO STOP HAVING PHONE CALLS DURING WORK. SHE'LL GET FIRED, Michael said one day while Adam stocked some shelves.

Huh? While Adam had noticed that his co-worker Jenna always seemed to be mysteriously absent when she was needed, he hadn't known what it was she was doing. How do you know she's on the phone?

I CAN HEAR HER.

Right. An archangel's senses was far better than those of a human. Still, it was impressive that Michael could hear a conversation that Adam hadn't even been aware of.

Michael groaned. SHE'S BREAKING UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND. AGAIN.

Again?

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. I WANT TO SAY IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME ONE, BUT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE.

Adam laughed, then ducked his head when a customer looked at him weirdly.

You know this is a breach of privacy, right? You really shouldn't be listening in on them.

WELL I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WHILE YOU'RE WORKING.

Adam sighed. Michael, we talked about this. If you want to go somewhere else while I'm here-

NO. Michael wasn't using a projection right now, but Adam could feel him pouting. YOU'D JUST GET TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CRANKY.

Excuse me! While Adam was pretty sure that yeah, he would get all these things, that didn't mean Michael had to put it like that. You wouldn't even be here to suffer me being like that, so what's your point?

MY POINT IS THAT NOT ONLY DO I NOT WANT TO EXPERIENCE THAT MYSELF, I ALSO DON'T WANT YOU TO GO THROUGH THAT.

Awww, babe-

BECAUSE YOU WOULD BLAME ME FOR AT LEAST A YEAR IF I LET THAT HAPPEN. There was smugness radiating off Michael.

Ugh. You're a baby. Adam, remembering what he was supposed to be doing, put the last items on the shelf, a little more forcefully than necessary. Just as he started leaving the aisle, he spotted Jenna coming back

ASK HER HOW HER EX-BOYFRIEND DAVE IS, Michael urged him.

No, shut up, that's creepy.

HATE IT TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT SHE ALREADY THINKS YOU'RE A CREEP.

… She does?

YEAH, SHE WAS TELLING DAVE ALL ABOUT IT. AND LAST WEEK, SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT YOU TO HER FRIEND ALLISON, WHO APPARENTLY TOLD HER TO 'SNITCH ON YOU' TO THE MANAGER IF YOU EVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.

Oh! Was that why the manager had called him to his office on Thursday? Adam narrowed his eyes, then put on a smile when Jenna noticed him.

“Hey Jenna! How's Dave?” Adam asked cheerfully.

Her face fell immediately, eyes almost bugging out of her head. While she was still gaping, obviously unable to form an answer, Adam turned away and walked off. Let her think he was a creep or whatever.

At least he was able to keep a boyfriend. For several hundreds of years, no less.

Adam grinned. Maybe he should rub that in her face, actually.