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Hold My Drink

Premise: Bryce and Cassie teach the new intern class a lesson in etiquette.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Characters: Bryce Lahela & F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,135

A/N: For @dr-colossal-pita from @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble list (prompts 56 & 57). Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills. Submission to @choicesmonthlychallenge October prompt "mischief" and @choicesprompts Flufftober prompt "Friendship"

Donahue’s was busier than usual, the music from the jukebox competing with the rattle of balls from the pool table. It was always such on the first night of a new intern class starting residency at nearby Edenbrook Hospital.

Voices rose in excitement, others somewhat raspy from exhaustion after a long fourteen-hour shift. Drinks flowed freely under the dingy neon lights that the owner Reggie insisted added to the ambiance but was likely an attempt at keeping the electricity bill down.

After three years of this, Cassie Valentine could distinguish the newbies from the regulars. Once upon a time, she had been one of them. Finding her way in a new city and job, struggling with her self-esteem and wondering if she’d just made the worst mistake of her life.

She remembered doing tequila shots with her future roommates as they boasted of how they’d take over from the attendings that hadn’t exactly left a good first impression. Now, they were one of the senior physicians charged with molding the next generation of doctors.

Well, she was anyway, Cassie thought smugly with a side-eyed glance at Bryce Lahela, surgeon extraordinaire. He still had a year left in his general surgery residency and likely a few more years after that for specialization.

In what? He hadn’t quite figured it out yet, not that anyone could read the uncertainty in his demeanor, not with an ego the size of Alaska. Cassie was the only one who knew the man behind the carefree mask and his struggles with living up to his own expectations.

So, like any good friend, Cassie took great pleasure in rubbing her success in his face. After all, she was doing exactly what she’d set out to do when she set her sights on Edenbrook and training under Dr. Ethan Ramsey.

She was three years ahead of schedule on account of winning a coveted junior fellowship with his diagnostics team. And three months away from heading up the team.

“This place is a zoo,” Bryce groused as someone bumped into him, causing his beer to splash onto the sanded floor. “Anyway, what was I saying?”

They were standing near the bar, their attempts at securing a booth or a two-top thwarted by the sheer number of people spilling into the bar during Happy Hour.

“You were complaining about the lack of action in your sex life and maybe even shaving your head,” Cassie teased, tipping the beer bottle for a sip.

Bryce nearly choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering as it went down the wrong pipe.

“You trying to give me a heart attack?” he glared as Cassie thumped his back. “I’m fairly positive I said Tanaka wants me to focus on what kind of surgeon I want to be and that there might be a trauma fellowship at Mass Kenmore.”

“Not nearly as interesting as your love life, or lack thereof.”

Bryce ran a hand through his hair, the light-brown streaks gleaming under the light, and spread his arms with a grin. “Come on! This body gets plenty of action.”

Cassie was about to continue the smack talk when a group of rowdy residents pushed past them on their way to the bar.

“Hey!” Bryce shouted, grabbing her arm to steady her before she could lose her footing. “Watch where you’re going.”

“Whatever, bruh,” one of them sneered, his words slurring at the edges. He was built like a linebacker, flexing his beefy arms for effect. “Isn't it past your bedtime, pops?”

His friends guffawed and slapped high-fives. Grabbing their drinks, they brushed past them, their crude laughter trailing behind them.

Bryce stared daggers at their retreating backs, correctly guessing they were Ortho Bros—more muscle than sense. He knew most of the orthopedic surgeons at Edenbrook, but this group was new.

His eyes narrowed as they commandeered a dartboard, crowding out another group of interns who had been enjoying a lighthearted game.

Cassie followed his gaze, and a plan began to form. Nothing but total humiliation would do.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked, nudging Bryce, a mischievous gleam in her green eyes.

“I don’t even want to know what you’re thinking,” he shuddered. “You’re scaring me with that look.”

“Come on, Lahela,” Cassie urged, her voice taking on the grim tone of a TV evangelist. “Are you going to let those meathead interns get away with disrespecting us? What’s next? You’ll let them muscle you out of your OR?”

Bryce shook his head at the dramatic declarations, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth despite himself. Cassie’s competitiveness matched his own, but he’d rather be on this side than facing off against her. She might look like an innocent blonde princess, but she fought dirty.

He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and shot her a sideways glance, a glint of amusement in his eyes now. “Let’s teach these Ortho Bros the pecking order at Donahue’s and Edenbrook.”

Cassie smirked as Bryce added an exaggerated swagger to his step as they marched toward the dartboards.

“Yo! Didn’t anyone teach you ‘kids’ to respect your seniors?” Bryce called out.

“Isn’t Dr. Tanaka putting you in charge of the surgical intern OR schedule, Dr. Lahela?” Cassie remarked slowly, her tone sweet as honey. “I don’t know about you, but these four could probably use a time-out before you add them to the board. What do you think? Three months?”

She grinned as the realization dawned on them—they’d just dissed the man who controlled their surgical schedules and access to the OR.

“Six months, minimum,” Bryce nodded, enjoying as their smirks faded into looks of alarm. Surgeons needed to cut. Getting benched for even a day was torture.

“Wait, you’re that Dr. Lahela?” gawked the beefy intern. “You’re the one that performed the extrapleural pneumonectomy solo as a second-year resident?”

“Focus, Bryce,” Cassie whispered sharply out of the corner of her mouth, knowing her friend’s weakness for praise. He’d always loved an audience.

Bryce threw her a frustrated look, his ego fighting with his desire to take the interns down a peg. Cassie was pleased to see that common sense prevailed.

He straightened to his full six-feet-three height and stared down his nose. “Yeah, I’m that Lahela. And if you don’t want your surgical career to go down in a flaming pile of shit after only one day, you’ll check your ‘bruhs’ at the door.”

The Ortho Bros started to apologize, their voices coming out strangled as they tripped over the words while Bryce scowled.

Cassie folded her arms across her chest, her steely-eyed glare mirroring his. She peeked at Bryce and the satisfied grin threatening to break across his lips. He met her look and winked.

Oh, yeah. Annihilation was so much more satisfying than humiliation.

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Time and Place

Sophie died. She got hit by a car.

I found out after seeing a story in my newsfeed about two burglars who were struck by cars and killed. The first got struck on her way to the scene of the crime, and the second got hit on his way home from the scene of the crime. The prevailing theory is that they were struck because the drivers couldn’t see them. While wearing visible clothing could’ve prevented their deaths, it also would have resulted in them getting caught.

I am almost positive one of those burglars was Sophie. She was a terrible kleptomaniac, I wouldn’t put breaking into homes to steal past her.

Her funeral was today. The list of speakers they had included her parents, psychiatrist, the principal, the kids in her homeroom, and two moderators from the r/fuckcars subreddit

Luckily, I didn’t have to speak. I’m not afraid of public speaking, what I have to say was probably stupid and inappropriate. Nobody wants to hear about how her recently deceased classmate died because she was a rabid kleptomaniac. And that’s before I burst out laughing at anything the Reddit moderators say.

One of the kids made a presentation about white privilege. One of the examples of white privilege they cited was the ability to remain visible at night while walking naked. I legitimately burst out laughing. I know that this is not the right time, but seriously, was there ever a right time? Besides, the guy’s presentation was about streaking, that’s funny.

Advising people to wear lighter-coloured clothing while walking at night so that motorists and other road users can see them seems like common sense, but according to this person, it’s blaming victims. 

One of the r/fuckcars mods spoke after this kid. Her name was Mandy, and she had blue hair, John Lennon glasses, and no fashion sense. I had no trouble believing she was a Reddit moderator.

I was able to keep a lid on it while Mandy gave her speech. That is, of course, until she said, “Speaking from my experience as a bike courier, we wouldn’t need to worry about nighttime visibility if it weren’t for cars.”

Now, what she said had to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I had to say something. “Um, yes,” I said, “you do.”

Mandy shook her head and aggressively pointed at me. “No, you don’t understand,” she shouted, “if somebody gets hit by a car, the car is going to win because, in the battle of flesh versus metal, metal always wins.”

“That’s true,” I nodded, “but I believe you’re missing the point.”

“No, you’re missing the point.” 

I hadn’t missed the point. She had. I quickly pointed out, “You can still get plowed by somebody on a bicycle because they didn’t see you.”

To my surprise, Mandy backed down. “And how do you know that?” she asked. 

“Once, when I went skiing at night,” I began, “I saw someone get run over by somebody who didn’t see them because they wore an all-white ski suit,” I said, “That had nothing to do with cars and everything to do with the person blending in with their background.” I’m not exaggerating. I had a bright pink ski helmet for the very reason that if you wear all white on the slopes, nobody can see you. That’s especially true at night.

Mandy wasn’t too thrilled to hear a skiing story. “You ski? Wow, spoiled brat who doesn’t understand how the average American lives.”

“My point is that if you wear something that looks like your background, you are going to be hard to spot. That is the essence of camouflage!” I couldn’t believe I had to explain this to someone more than once.  

Mandy shook her head. “that doesn’t change the fact that Sophie got run over!” she sneered, “if you’d listened to your classmate, you’d know that expecting people to dress to be seen is racist!”

I shrugged, grimaced, and pointed at the screen. “The guy’s presentation was about streaking!”

Mandy’s lip stiffened and she narrowed her eyes. “Do you have something against the naked body?”

“Not all naked bodies, but yes, definitely the naked bodies of those who streak. Believe me, none of those guys look good naked.” 

Mandy put two fingers on her temple and glared at me. I grimaced and shrugged, “You can’t blow up my head with your mind!”

Mandy made herself bigger, ready to fight. “I’ll settle for an aneurysm,” she retorted, “I shouldn’t have to stand here and listen to this trust fund bitch car-splain why the 1% is so much better than everyone else!”

“No, I’m not,” I winced, “You are a nutcase!”

Mandy lunged at me. The gym teacher had to break us apart. 

I got sent home for misbehaving halfway through the funeral. I now know why more people don’t have Reddit moderators speak at funerals. 

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Fun AU Combos I

I took my list of AUs and used a random number generator to create 10 AU combos, which may or may not seem crazy. Let's see if they spark some ideas!

Werewolf AU x Coffee Shop AU

Teachers AU x Historical AU

Fairytale AU x Guardian Angel AU

Social Media AU x Supernatural/Magic AU

Royalty AU x Cop AU

Superhero/Villain AU x Roommates AU

Firefighter AU x Bodyguard AU

Modern AU x (Post-)Apocalypse AU

Outer Space AU x Royalty AU

Neighbors AU x Time Travel AU

I personally see a lot of potential for 6 (x). What do you guys think?

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Perfect Day

Premise: When the leaves turn, it’s time for childhood fun.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Max Valentine Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 930

A/N: I wanted to write this fic last Fall, but I couldn't seem to do it. It's not officially Autumn in my part of the world, yet, but this weekend feels like it as the temps drop. I'm using prompt 1 from @creativepromptsforwriting's Grumpy-Sunshine dialogue prompts. Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills

It was a perfect Fall day. Crisp air, a clear blue sky, the sun hanging low, casting a golden glow over the backyard blanketed with fallen leaves from the old oak tree. Their vibrant hues—reds, oranges, and yellows—created a kaleidoscope of color on the ground. Still more fell, raining down on the little girl captivated by the magic of the season.

Six-year-old Cassie Valentine turned her face up to the sky, arms spread wide as she spun in circles, laughing when errant leaves grazed her forehead before drifting to the soft ground.

Her twin brother Max whooped and hollered like a banshee, leaping into the largest pile. His maniacal laughter stood in stark contrast to her joyful giggles. The leaves crunched under his weight, releasing an earthy scent reminiscent of the changing seasons.

Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Cassie charged forward, sharing a mischievous glance with Max.

They leaped into the air together, seeming to float for a second, and then, with a soft whoosh, landed in the pile, leaves flying around them and their laughter echoing through the yard.

The crunch beneath them was satisfying, a symphony of fall, and they both giggled uncontrollably as they sank into the colorful mound. They took turns burying each other, tossing handfuls of colorful leaves into the air just to watch them flutter down like confetti.

Cassie lay on her back, flailing her arms as if making a leaf angel, while Max jumped from pile to pile. Eventually, he grew tired and flopped down beside her, his head resting against hers.

They lay there side by side, staring at the slowly darkening sky. The sound of rustling leaves in the gentle breeze and their steady breathing were the only things breaking the peaceful silence.

“Best day ever,” Max said with a grin, showing off the gap in his front teeth.

“Best season ever,” Cassie whispered, sighing in contentment.

At that moment, the world was just them, the leaves and the endless possibilities of a perfect autumn day.

Many years later…

There was no season quite like Fall, thought Cassie. And her adopted hometown of Boston was a sight to behold when the seasons changed and the leaves turned.

The city hummed quietly in the distance, but here in the wide expanse of Boston Common, the sounds were a symphony of children laughing, branches rustling in the wind, and squirrels scurrying from tree to tree.

The winding paths were blanked with a patchwork of Autumn hues—red, gold, amber. The ancient trees seemed to bow overhead, shaking loose leaves that drifted lazily to the ground.

Leaves crunched beneath her boots, a satisfying sound that reminded her of childhood pleasures and a time of innocence.

She glanced sideways at her husband, his brow furrowed in deep thought, her hand warm in his. A sudden idea sparked. Ethan Ramsey could use some fun.

Cassie tugged at his hand, ignoring his startled shout as she dragged him toward the piles of leaves scattered across the green.

Her eyes sparkled with laughter as she gathered handfuls of leaves and tossed them over his head. A red leaf stuck to his hair, and his exasperation was evident in the way he stared at her.

Cassie grinned mischievously, daring him with her eyes. Ethan slowly plucked the red leaf from his hair, almost nonchalantly, but his laser blue eyes glittered with challenge.

In one swift motion, Ethan bent down, scooped up a pile of leaves and tossed them in her direction.

“This means war,” he warned, his voice playful as he grabbed another handful.

Cassie shrugged, unfazed and tossed a ball of leaves straight at his face. “Bring it!”

Ethan shook his head, raising one hand in mock surrender. But with the other, he swiftly swung a handful of leaves toward her, like a pitcher letting a ball fly. Cassie squealed, trying to dodge the cascade of red, orange, and yellow foliage as it sailed toward her.

Her laughter echoed through the park as she darted behind a nearby tree, peeking around it with a grin. Ethan pursued, grabbing more leaves and flinging them toward her, the cool breeze carrying some of them away before they landed.

“You can do better than that, babe,” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

With a laugh, Ethan finally closed the gap between them, gently tackling her into a pile of leaves, collapsing into the soft mound, their cheeks flushed and hearts pounding from the spontaneous game.

They lay there for a moment, leaves tangled in their hair, the cool, damp earth pressing gently through their coats.

Cassie turned to Ethan, still breathless with laughter.

“For the record, I won,” she teased, nudging him playfully.

Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Looks like a draw from where I’m sitting—”

His words cut off as he sputtered, Cassie burying him under an armful of leaves.

“Now, I won for sure!” she declared, her voice triumphant.

Ethan smiled, his eyes softening as he pulled her toward him, his hands gently gripping her arms. In one smooth motion, he rolled her over, their faces inches apart, the world around them fading into the crisp autumn air.

“I think you're right,” he murmured, his voice low, “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.”

He closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that felt as natural as the falling leaves.

In that moment, there was no winning, no losing—just the two of them, lost in the magic of a perfect autumn day.

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Prompt #1117

"If someone confesses their love for you, it is only polite to say it back."

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Do a Thing for a Wing

Note: Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #2, #9: “I would kill for dinner right now.”

Warning: Mentions of harming others, word similar to unaliving used.

            San’s stomach started growling. He clutched his stomach.

            “I would kill for dinner right now.”

            Yeosang studied his friend. “Really?”

            “Yeah, I haven’t eaten since this morning,” said San, looking at his watch. It was 5:30 p.m.

            “In that case,” Yeosang began, “are you familiar with a Jung Wooyoung?”

            “Yeosang!”

            “What?”

            “I am not going to actually harm anyone. It was a figure of speech!” San exclaimed.

            “But he woke me from my slumber with his bullshit,” Yeosang whined. “I’ve got leftover wings.”

            “I don’t care!” said San, then walked away.

            Yeosang huffed. “That’s because he didn’t wake you up.”

Author’s Note: Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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Prompt #1113: Write about (70)

Write about an angel and a demon who team up together and try to hide their partnership from their respective bosses.

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Hello! I am writing a guardian angel fic and was wondering if you have any prompts that can help me. Thanks a lot in advance (✿^‿^)

Hello! Do you have any guardian angel prompts? Also, Have great day (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Hi :)

I assume, this is the same question and anon as they were very shortly after each other, so I will do them together.

Guardian Angel Prompts

It’s nice to be safe, but why does your guardian angel have to hold your hand all the time to keep you safe?

For an angel, your guardian seems to be very aggressive at times when it comes to saving you.

Your guardian angel has shown to be very lazy and you try to get a new one.

It’s their first day after the academy and they desperately try to be the best guardian angel and save their human from every possible danger. Even if it’s from things that the human doesn’t think is that dangerous.

This guardian angel has very unconventional methods to protect their human.

Sometimes when you do stupid stuff, you just know your guardian angel will be disappointed in you.

Your guardian angel is still in training and it shows.

Being the guardian angel of an extreme athlete is not an easy job.

Having a fight with your guardian angel is not a good start for the day.

Sometimes guardian angels don’t have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude.

It feels like this human just doesn’t want to be saved.

People normally don’t meet their guardian angel. Which makes it very suspicious when yours comes to your door.

Who needs a guardian angel, when you can have a half-decent demon? (#248)

I had fun coming up with them and that last prompt is one of my all-time favourites from my blog!

- Jana

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Wake Up

Note: Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #14: “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

Warning: Foul language

         Yeosang was fast asleep in bed when Wooyoung burst into his bedroom screaming.

         “Yah! Wake up!”

         Yeosang sprang up, startled. “What? What’s wrong?”

         Wooyoung hopped on Yeosang’s bed. “I was just thinking about the time I slaved over a hot stove making dinner, and you just ordered chicken anyway.”

         Yeosang glared at his friend. “Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up.”

         Wooyoung shrugged. “It was bothering me, and I just had to say something.”

         “Get the hell out of my room right now!” Yeosang bellowed.

         “Geez! No need to shout,” Wooyoung said, exiting the room.

Author’s Note: I don’t remember which interview or show it was, but Wooyoung mentioned Yeosang ordering chicken despite the fact that he was already cooking. And Yeosang said something along the lines of, “Uh! He’s never gonna let that go.” Hahaha! Anyways, thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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Demons Dialogue

"Have you ever thought about selling your soul? It's beautiful."

"I'm a demon. I'm bad and evil and cunning, and looking oh so good while doing it."

"Don't ask me if it hurt when I feel from heaven. It did and I will never forgive him for that."

"Urgh, your soul is so pure, I want to corrupt it."

"Demonslayer? What a fun little name for a mortal being shaking in their boots right now."

"I don't want what's best for humanity. I want what's best for me, and sometimes those things are the same. Doesn't mean I'm good."

"You know those crosses just work on vampires, right?"

"Ouch! Why the hell would you put holy water in a water gun? That's rude!"

"Seriously, have you ever actually read the bible?"

"The bad side isn't that bad. We are our own boss here."

"I'm your emotional support demon. Having difficulties making decisions? I'm always there to steer you in the wrong direction."

"Of course I still have wings. And I'm taking good care of them, so don't even think about touching them with your dirty little fingers."

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Angel/Demon Dialogue

"I don't think an angel should say things like that."

"Could you help me with my wings? Please?"

"Not so pure after all, heh?"

"Millennias with you? Doesn't sound that bad."

"Let's play rock paper scissors to decide who gets the human."

"I have to give it to Father, he really outdid himself with creating you."

"Come on, have a little fun, Angel."

"Even demons should take good care of themselves."

"I made dinner." "But we don't eat."

"Show me your wings. They must hurt like that, so please let me help you."

"Tell me about you. Before all of this happened. I want to know everything about you."

"Oh my feathery friend, finally we meet again."

"I haven't been an angel for a while now, but this seems like the typical courting rituals of an angel. Do you want to tell me something?"

"You're not bad, just because someone else decided that you should be. We do have free will."

"Can we fly? Together, just this once?"

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Prompt List: Fantasy/Sci-Fi (8)

Masterpost by creativepromptsforwriting

Of Angels and Demons

The Demon smirked. Soon he would have both, the other’s body and soul. (Prompt #11)

Chasing demons away seems to be so much more fun on TV. (Prompt #131)

"You're an angel." "Am I? What's an angel without its wings?" (Prompt #229: Quotes)

Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon? (Prompt #248)

It wasn't the vases and the glasses that got knocked over everyday that annoyed him the most about his new roommate. It was in the morning when he woke up with a too warm body next to him and a mouth full of feathers that he thought he definitely didn't sign up for this when he became a demon. (Prompt #264)

"What can I say? Opposites attract." "That is really not a good excuse for sleeping with a bloody angel!" (Prompt #284)

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" "It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt." (Prompt #293)

When people think about angels, they think about golden locks, white wings and fluffy clouds under their innocent white dresses. But even though there are angels with blond hair and white wings they definitely have better things to do than sitting on a cloud and playing the harp all day. (Prompt #314)

"So this doesn't bother you?" "Honestly the wings are kinda disconcerting." (Prompt #345: x)

"I don't get love stories. Two random people meet and both think the other is cool and they tell each other? Totally unrealistic." "But, honey, that’s how we met and why we're married now." "Yes. Totally unrealistic." (Prompt #543)

"You said you were an angel!" "Oh, I was. I must have forgotten to tell you about the 'fallen' part." (Prompt #589)

In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover. (Prompt #602: x)

"Out of the all the demon's I've exorcised… Why won't you budge?" "Cause I'm not a demon, Father. I'm a God." (Prompt #603: x)

"Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?" "Babe, I'm a demon. What do you expect me to do?" (Prompt #644: x)

Having a high-ranking demon on speed dial did come in handy sometimes. (Prompt #764)

If you believe in angels, you have to believe in demons too. (Prompt #766)

Sometimes when you do stupid stuff, you just know your guardian angel will be disappointed in you. (Prompt #1052)

Sometimes guardian angels don’t have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude. (Prompt #1073)

It's nice to be safe, but why does your guardian angel have to hold your hand all the time to keep you safe. (Prompt #1090)

More: Guardian Angel Prompts

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Demons Prompts

It's not every day that a demon wants to make a deal with you, because they are the ones needing a favour.

The world is heading towards an apocalypse, but it's also the demon's home and they like it how it is now.

Getting summoned at little girls' sleepovers is just part of the job.

It's their job to influence the humans to be bad. When it doesn't work on one, the demon has to realize that this human doesn't need any influencing anymore.

Demons are evil monsters, but they still have a sweet tooth and are regular customers in the new café that opened down the street. With those delicious pastries made from scratch every day, how can a demon resist.

When a demon finally comes to collect the soul that was sold to them, they realize there is not much left of it.

A demon's job is to create chaos, however they see fit. But when they decide to create a cult worshipping Satan, it turns more into a healthy found family situation then actual chaos.

When a demon finally gets send to their first assignment on earth, they quickly realize how much they prefer the quietness of earth to the cacophony of hell.

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For @creativepromptfills. Prompt #1113: Write about (70): Write about an angel and a demon who team up together and try to hide their partnership from their respective bosses.

The Hellhounds wouldn't stop coming. Damian had no choice but to restrain the one charging at him by its paws with the bare hands of this human body. The creature loomed over him standing on its back legs, opening and closing its jaws in a frenzy without a prey.  At that moment, he couldn’t be more grateful that the hounds were blind, it was the only advantage that he had.  Its fur felt spiky due to the dry blood and its claws were longer and thicker than any mortal animal. The more Damian struggled, the more it aggravated the cuts and scratches on his hands and forearms. All in all, he thought he was doing pretty well. He managed to delay death for a few seconds— Adriel’s blade moved over his shoulder and cut across the hound's head. In a blink, it became another mount of ashes on the ground. Damian counted one for each of the twelve hounds. They better not be standing there in the morning; if anyone found them in a circle of ashes outside a church… Well, he might as well get some toy horns and say ‘I’m a demon. Literally’.  But right now, he couldn’t move except to wobble his way to the closest wall. He leaned against it, panting and gliding down until he sat on the ashy ground. In a distant corner of his mind, he thought the blood, dirt, and ash weren't doing his suit any favors. Too bad, he liked this suit.  Rie joined him on the ground. He also looked like a mess, but considerably better in comparison. Then again, of course, he did, he was the one with a celestial blade. The perks of being an angel.  “Well, that was fun,” Rie chuckled. It sounded like a breathless sigh of sorts. 

His hair soaked in sweat stuck to his forehead so he brushed it back with his hand—the one with dirt stuck to it, too. His perfect locks now looked like a dark brown instead of sandy blond. Damian couldn’t help his laugh.  “Yeah…” He caught his breath. “… You wanna do it again?” “No.” They both laughed. It was a wild laugh, not a pretty one at all but it relieved some of the stress they had just experienced. “Who could have thought humans could summon so many Hellhounds?” Rie sounded incredulous.  Damian shrugged. “Where there’s a will—and enough bull’s blood—there's a way.” Rie chuckled again before his eyes became wide with concern. “Your hands! That hound scratched your hands!”  Damian didn’t have a chance to answer before Rie practically climbed over him to reach his left hand and started healing it. As always, it was the cliché ethereal white light, and Damian's hand suddenly was healthy. “Maybe you should leave the other one as it is.” He examined the healed one. It was as good as new. “I’m going to look like a living dead when I get back to Alastor's. What am I going to tell him? That I ran into a bunch of Hellhounds and came back unscathed? He’ll never buy it.” Rie was already holding his right hand, ready to waste more divine grace on Damian. “You don’t have to tell him that you ran into some Hellhounds. You can just say you got into a fight or something.” “You are encouraging me to lie?” Damian's eyebrows went all the way to his hairline. “Have I corrupted an angel? Please, say I did.” Rie rolled his eyes as his palm lighted up. “We are both liars.” 

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Jealous, Are We?

Note: Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #58: “What kind of sick dream is this?” Also, contains OC.

          Mingi stood in the kitchen doorframe, observing Wooyoung and Olivia cooking and laughing together.

         “Mingi, move!” demanded Hongjoong. He tried to pass Mingi to enter the kitchen but failed.

         “What kind of sick dream is this?” Mingi asked absentmindedly.

         “Huh?” Hongjoong was confused.

         “Look at him! Flirting with my woman,” Mingi stated.

         Hongjoong pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mingi, last time I checked, you were single, and so was Olivia. Now, move!”

         “You’re smiling now, but just you wait, Wooyoung,” Mingi said more to himself.

         Mingi kept cursing Wooyoung and ignoring and blocking Hongjoong, who simply wanted a snack.

Author’s Note: After talking with @wooyoungisbaby (I think that was you haha!), @thetypingpup, & a few others, I decided to post this drabble. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

Credit for dividers to @cafekitsune 💜🖤🩷

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Promise?

Note: Based on one of @creativepromptsforwriting’s prompts. From Drabble List #1, #6: “If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” Also, MC is OC.

Warning: A little suggestive? 🤷🏽‍♀️

            Wooyoung wanted to learn how to make Olivia’s delicious sugar cookies, but he was too distracted by his phone to hear her speak.

            “Okay, so you need to take out the cream cheese and butter so they can soften.”

            “Uh huh,” Wooyoung replied absentmindedly.

            Olivia crossed her arms. “Wooyoung!”

            Wooyoung whipped his head around to face Olivia.

            “Let me tell you something, sweetie. If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”

            Wooyoung whispered, “You promise, Mistress?”

            “What?!”

            “I said I promise to listen,” smirked Wooyoung, lying through his teeth.

            Olivia stared at him. “Okaaaaaay…”

Author’s Note: After I wrote the first drabble, I felt the urge to write another. So, here it is! Thank you for taking the time to read this, and as always, comments, likes, and reblogs are welcome.

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Prompt #1074

"If someone was going to start a riot, I knew it would be you."