Wednesday: Work

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Happy Wednesday! 4bdnsn0wflake here again, bringing you a new theme.

Today’s theme is Work. Prompts can be related to actual occupations, or whatever the concept of work conjures up in your mind.

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Ouran High School Host Club, Shima, sometimes she very much longs to retire

+ Gundam Wing, ensemble, AU where they are just normal kids with summer jobs

+ Saiyuki, Sanzo ikkou, it’s not just a job; it’s an adventure

+ Author’s choice, any character(s), first day on the job jitters

We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2021 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please no SPN), any, perils of work from home

Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Helena couldn't even begin to wrap her head around it, but somehow Barbara made sitting in front of the computer all day look easy. She sat up with a groan, leaning her back against her headboard. Two days later and her legs were still throbbing. If not for the pile of tests she'd had to grade, then Huntress might have spent the night prior doing more of the same. Not that she could complain - if not for her nightly outings, racing across rooftops and throwing fists, then she'd have no real reason to leave her apartment.

Her eyes wandered towards her desk. She'd unplugged her laptop the night before and could only hope that in the time she'd spent eating dinner and half-watching Make it Wayne reruns that it had gotten a somewhat decent charge.

It used to be that on days like today she'd call in sick. Even when Helena didn't so much as have a sniffle, she usually had something to nurse off. But these days, taking sick leave came with too many strings attached. She pushed the thought from her mind as she stood, stepping over a pile of stained pajama bottoms.

As she neared the bathroom, her eyes landed on the calendar hung above her dresser. Hadn't Mayor Grange promised that schools would reopen soon? That was two months ago, at least assuming that her math wasn't off. Maybe if they ever reached the next election, voters would hold that against her.

For once, a hot shower wasn't enough to jolt her awake. In the steamy haze, her slow mind wandered back to a year prior. More than a few League members had laughed this whole mess off. They had been sure that it was just a temporary setback, nothing serious. If not for Brentwood Academy suddenly shutting down, she might have cracked a few zingers herself.

What was it Wally had said, that this would be easy for them since they already wore masks?

Helena stepped into her kitchen, a towel wrapped around her head and nothing but a nightgown on to keep her warm. The space between putting down her bottle of shampoo and her feet landing on icy, checkered blue linoleum was nothing but a black blur in her mind. Something had to have happened in that time. Logic dictated as such.

She had to force back a snort. Logic had long since taken a hike.

Grabbing a granola bar from the bowl that sat on her counter, she made her way to the coffee machine. The Keurig was less than a year old, but it had soldiered by her side for so long that it was hard to remember a time before she'd had it.

"Shit!"

If any of her neighbors hadn't gotten up yet, then that was as good of an alarm as any. Helena hadn't meant to yell. Though, judging by the fact that unplugging it for a few moments hadn't been enough to get the machine started back up, something told her that she wouldn't be making much use of her inside voice any time soon.

Really, was there any better way to start off a Monday?

RE: Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli

[killing-kurare.livejournal.com]

I feel this on so many levels 😂 good read!

Re: Fill: DC - Helena Bertinelli

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, I feel this so much - thanks for the fill! Love it!