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7)“yes I know friends shouldn’t act like that but really, it’s just platonic!” AU

IM SORRY THIS REALLY SUCKS KAY BAI. I made it extra long as an apology for taking a break for so long even though the challenge is 500 to 800 words. @maruthor @dc-comics-imagines @dc-imagine-central @royslittleharper @cuddles-for-cassie

Presently, Antoinette was in the kitchen. Hiding. Hal had run into one of his childhood buddies while he was at the grocery store (Antoinette sent him out after discovering he didn’t have any proper food in his house) and decided to invite her over for dinner.

Antoinette had no qualm with having company over. She held dear to her heart the idea of the more the merrier. However, what was happening in their livingroom made her think twice about her welcoming philosophy.

“Hi, I’m Hannah. Hannah Ames. It’s nice to meet you,” she held out her hand.

Antoinette reciprocated the handshake. The other’s hand was soft with a reassuring firm grip.

She opened her mouth to respond when Hal cut in.

“Hannah, this is my girlfriend Antoinette,” Hal gestured to each girl respectively as he said their name.

“Hannah’s an old friend of mine,” Hal stood beside Hannah, his eyes meeting Antoinette’s. He draped his arm around Hannah’s shoulder as the two girls exchanged smiles.

Hannah was absolutely gorgeous. Golden hair flowed down to her mid back. Eyes as blue as the ocean with just a hint of green when the light caught them. A complexion that would make man and woman alike jealous. The scent that wafted off of her just as warm and soft as her facial features, not to mention she was tall.

After a few minutes of settling in, Hal invited Hannah to make herself feel at home and Antoinette excused herself to the kitchen where she was now.

“I guess we’re having baked mushroom linguine for dinner,” she said as she observed the hodge podge of ingredients Hal had brought home.

She quietly sorted through the groceries. Putting what needed to be put away in the refrigerator in the refrigerator and sorting everything else into their respective cupboards and jars. As she snapped close the flour jar, she wondered if Hannah had any dietary preferences. She needed to ask.

Antoinette moved to the center of the kitchen and sighed feigning exhaustion. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, checked over the counter tops, spun on her heels then began her walk back to the living room.

She heard laughter in the distance. It brought a smile to her face. She imagined Hal’s smile as he exchanged words with Hannah.

Antoinette’s expression fell. Hannah. She felt buds of jealousy implant themselves in her chest. Quickly she tried to shake the feeling. In an attempt to make the burning sensation dissappear, she placed her hand over her heart and rubbed circles into her chest.

Antoinette fixed a smile on her face as she swung a left into the living room.

“Oh my god. How cute!”

Hannah’s voice reached her ears first, though she wasn’t listening.

Antoinette froze where she stood. Smile dropping from her face as she took in the scene laid before her.

Hal and Hannah were cuddled up on the couch. Hal’s left arm was draped around their guest’s, right arm cradling a photo album. Hannah’s head resting against his left shoulder, cozily lounging against him.

Antoinette opened her mouth then promptly closed it. She wasn’t going to deal with this. She turned to head back to the kitchen.

In the corner of his eye, Hal spot his girlfriend or rather the back of her head.

“Hey babe,” he called out, “I was just showing Hann here some pictures of us.”

Antoinette pasted a fake smile on her face as she turn around to face them again.

“That’s cool,” she replied half-heartedly, lost for words. She knew Hal wasn’t trying to do anything inappropriate, but she couldn’t help feeling angry.

“I just came to ask if Hannah has any special requests for dinner. Like are you vegetarian or anything like that?” she asked motioning with her hands.

“No, I’m all good. Thank you again for inviting me to dinner,” Hanna replied genuinely with a brilliant smile, straightening up a little, but still leaning against Hal.

Antoinette couldn’t help but notice how radiant she was. Hannah was absolutely and effortlessly gorgeous. She could see how any guy would fall for her, in the back of her mind she included Hal.

“Alrighty, I’m gonna head back to the kitchen.” Antoinette bowed out quickly, avoiding unnecessary interaction.

As Antoinette walked away, Hannah punched Hal in the side.

“Dude! I think you should talk to her,” Hannah scolded him, her expression stern.

“What?” He replied. As perceptive as he was, some things still flew right over his head. This time it was a thing concerning his girlfriend.

“You didn’t see her face?”

Hal’s eyebrows scrunched together, confused.

“We’re really close, but generally a guy and a girl who aren’t dating don’t usually cuddle. You should go talk to her so she doesn’t think I’m trying to steal you away.”

It took a second for Hal to process Hannah’s words. He mouthed an ‘Oh’ and hung his head.

“I’ll be right back,” Hal stood up and made his way to the kitchen.

Antoinette stood over the kitchen sink, washing mushrooms in silence. She was still trying to process everything. As she roughly shut off the running water, arms wrapped around her torso and warm lips gently pressed to the side of her neck.

She breathed in Hal’s scent, his warmth encircling her.

“Sorry,” he whispered gently.

Antoinette said nothing.

“Yes I know friends shouldn’t act like that but really, it’s just platonic. Besides,” Hal spun her around, “Hannah would much rather check you out than me.”

He leaned in for a kiss. Antoinette gave him a quick forgiveness peck before pushing him away gently, facially asking for clarification.

“She’s into girls.”

6) Your OC receives a ‘very important’ phone call at 2 am.

more👏angst👏because👏i👏had👏a👏crappy👏couple👏 of👏weeks. other than that i had a nice time writing this. sorry it took so long 😂 anyways, enjoy 🎉 @royslittleharper, @dc-imagine-central (Tams made her way in here by the way), @dc-comics-imagines, @kori-the-cutie, @maruthor ps. at this point Antoinette and Jason aren’t dating yet. there are mutual feelings though

The week had treated her badly. She was physically and emotional drained. She had come back from a family gathering that caused more stress than relaxation.

Despite living by a distance away, she still felt compelled to go to these gatherings even though they tend to end like this: feeling like her world is falling apart.

Antoinette sat on top of the tallest building in the city. It was another day she didn’t want to be around other people. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But she couldn’t, her body conditioned to withhold any emotions unless she was absolutely secluded, preferably in a soundproof chamber.

Instead, the feelings built inside of her, along with the danger of her powers wreaking very real havoc on the world below.

Hoovering over the edge, legs dangling from the side of the building where she sat, Antoinette looked down.

It looked so peaceful. She felt a wrenching in her chest as a voice in the back of her head spoke poisonous words. It whispered to her that true happiness was a lie, true happiness was a luxury she couldn’t afford nor did she deserve. The voice slithered around in her mind, like a Boa constrictor preparing to suffocate its prey.

She’d had enough.

Antoinette threw her head back and forced a frustrated sigh from her lungs, arms positioned behind her to stabilize her.

She screw her eyelids shut and hung her head, pulling into a seated fetal position. Propping her head on top of her knees she exhaled from her nostrils.

Antoinette felt herself missing Jason. His warmth. The way he seemed to wordlessly understand everything. The way he could comfort her with the simplest of touches. The way he smelled like home.

As the figid night air burnt and nipped at her cheeks, something warm slid down her face. Antoinette touched a finger to it and lifted it to examine what it was.

She breathed out a laugh.

“Of course,” she whispered a tentative smile weaseling itself onto her lips, chapped from being exposed to the cold wind.

Of couse she’d cried at the thought of Jason. He was special to her and she hadn’t figured out why.

She let herself cry. Her body had given up.

Now, tears flowed freely from her eyes, but they weren’t the tears of dejection. These were tears of gratitude. Thankful tears. Tears that flowed from the warm feelings that had began to bloom within her core. A bloom that wrapped the poisonous snake that had slithered around her and loosened it’s grip.

With her knees to her face, smile on her lips, and droplets of clear liquid leaving her eyes, Antoinette continued to stare down into the streets.

There was still hurt in her heart, but it was okay.

A buzzing broke her from the hypnotizing allure of the city below. It took her a second to figure out it was coming from her pocket. She usually never brought her phone with her when she went out like this, when she went out looking like Mage. Bringing it along when she was about increased its likelihood of being lost, hence why she never brought it along.

She slid the slim black cell from her back pant pocket and wiped the residual tears from her face, clearing her line of vision so that she could read the caller ID that lit up the phone screen.

“Wayne Manor”

Quickly, she slid to the answer option. Alfred never called her at such an hour unless it was an emergency. She braced herself for bad news

“Hello?” Antoinette’s voice cracked. She cleared her throat.

Waiting for a reply, she focused on background noise coming from the other end of the line.

She heard crashes, like ceramic plates breaking. Her heart began to race.

“Hello?” She repeated, louder this time.

Whoever was on the other end laughed. It sounded distant from the receiver, in the distance. The laughter continued, sounding even farther then directly into the receiver.

Antoinette furrowed her eyebrows, confused, readying herself to rush to Wayner Manor if anyone there was in danger.

“Nett,” followed by more laughter that began to transition to giggles.

It was Jason.

“It’s an emergency you’ve got to get here right away!”

Antoinette stood up. Even though he was laughing, there was a possibility he and whoever was with him at the house was at risk.

“Tamara’s throwing Damian around the house. Its the greatest thing,” he continued his uncontrollable laughter.

Now she heard Timmy too.

Her whole body relaxed, a dead pan replacing her previous worried expression.

“I can’t believe you,” she responded lowly. Her words most likely too quiet to be heard over the crashing and laughing that was happening on Jason’s side.

“What?” Jason asked.

“Nothing I’ll be right over.”

“Hurry or you’ll miss it.”

She slid her phone back into her pocket. She’d seen Tamara throw people around the house before and in fact, it was hilarious.

4)“What are you doing in my apartment in [… am]? And why am I sleeping nude?”AU

Guess 👏who👏cant👏write👏Jason👏, but I was in the mood for it so I went with it. I also had a plan for this I swear, but it just turned into more fluff. Just to be clear, Anti isn’t cheating on precious green glowstick Hal, instead this is an alternate universe. 🎉🎉 PG-13 for language @dc-comics-imagines @maruthor @kori-the-cutie @dc-imagine-central @speedypan

Antoinette groaned. It was abnormally hot. She had half a mind to crawl out from under the sweaty covers and reset the thermostat. Of course, the other half wanted her to stay in bed. She checked her phone for the time, if it was even going to be worth it to get up. It read 5AM; she stayed in bed.

Antoinette tossed and turned. It was still too hot. She huffed out an exasperated sigh.

“Dammit,” she said as she sat up, coming to terms with the fact that if she was going to get any decent sleep she was going to have to head to the thermostat.

With her eyes still closed, she slapped her hand onto the nightstand tactically searching for her glasses. Once found she slipped them on her face and slowly opened her eyes.

“ACK!”

In the semi darkness, stood a figure.

“What the hell Jason,” she yelled.

Jason was leaning against wall closest to her. A slight purse to his lips, looking dead tired.

Antoinette rubbed her eye, making sure he wasn’t an illusion.

“What are you doing in my apartment at 5 in the morning?“ She pulled the covers off herself, only to replace them a split second later.

"And why am I sleeping nude?” Antoinette asked, louder, now fully awake.

“Slow your roll, cupcake. Your house?” Jason leaned forward towards Antoinette. His arms still crossed.

“Babe, look around. You’re at my house,” Jason slapped a switch to his left turning on a lamp.

She looked around then at Jason, as if to ask him to fill in the details.

“You waltzed in about an hour ago, probably after a fight, and crawled into bed with me, which I didn’t mind by the way until you pushed me off the bed,” he filled in relaxing against the wall behind him once more.

“And the whole nude thing is 100% you. I went downstairs to get a drink and when I came back, you were like this,” Jason walked forward and placed a finger on her forehead, “which I really don’t understand because you’re still bundled up and sweating.”

He pulled his finger from her and walked to his closet.

“Thanks asshole,” Antoinette responded as a shirt landed squarely on her face.

“I’ll turn on a fan if your really that hot,” Jason smirked, amused at his girlfriend’s antics, “now put that on so we can go to bed.”

“Fine.” She pulled it over her head.

Jason turned off the light. The room returning to its former condition, not exactly pitch black with light leaking in from the windows. He hooked up a fan and slipped back into bed.

“Sorry for waking you,” Antoinette whispered as Jason settled in the covers.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“And that you love me.”

“Damn straight.”

5) Your OC’s first visit at a museum/aquarium Does this count as angst? @the-singing-canary and @maruthor gave me the angst bug. @dc-comics-imagines @speedypan @kori-the-cutie

Antoinette sat in front of a tank. She'd just come back from a particularly demeaning meeting with her parents. They'd told her she was useless, among other things, after she had forgotten to take out the trash. 

 She didn't want to be alone in her apartment; she also didn't want to be around anyone else. Instead she wandered the streets, all night and into the morning. She'd walked nearly the entire city in one night. Somehow she ended up at the pier. 

Antoinette had never been to the pier. It was far away from where she lived and was out of the way from places she went to with any frequency. At 8AM, the pier and its boardwalk were a shadow of what is was normally, empty and soulless. Oddly enough, it brought Antoinette great comfort. 

She sauntered to the end of the pier. Learning over the protective banister, she stared into the water loosing herself for a while in the soft waves and ripples.

 After a few minutes she heard a bell, a door opening, in the distance behind her. She turned her head sharply in its direction. 

"Poseidon's Commonwealth, " she read to herself. 

 The sign pointed below the pier, where it still made contact with dry land. It was decorated with doodles of fish and mermaids. Antoinette stared at it as she walked in the pointed direction. 

As she walked down stairs, it clicked that this was an aquarium. When she was younger she wanted to become a marine biologist. She'd never been at an aquarium before, everything she knew she learned from nature programs and online virtual aquariums. Right now she wanted solace, part of her hoped she would find that inside. 

 Antoinette purchased a ticket and made her way inside. The building's simple exterior betrayed its interior's grandeur. It was dark and blue and silent, perfect, and more importantly empty. It was probably due to the ungodly hour in which she was here. She'd heard that it was actually quite popular from the lovely clerk who greeted her when she walked in, it was just that no one really came so early in the mornings. 

 Antoinette walked around. It was really a big place for such a small looking facility. She played with the creatures in the touch pools and used her little magic to interact with the fish in the tanks. 

 She still felt crappy. 

 After about half an hour, Antoinette planted herself in front of the main tank. It was a dark room about fourteen feet wide and extremely tall. The only illumination coming from the tank, soft blue light leaking into the near pitch black corners of the space. 

 The ceiling, back wall, and floor were covered in carpet, soaking up any and all sound. The tank took up an entire wall. Antoinette sat on the floor before it, her back resting against a bench at the exact center of the room. 

1) Your oc is severely injured during a battle/ car crash.

Look who’s finally taking on @dc-comics-imagines​‘s oc writing challenge. Shoutout to @royslittleharper @dc-imagine-central and @maruthor for inspiring me to do this.

The impact was silent. A flurry of shards and metal. She felt nothing until her back slammed against the building behind her. 

As her spine made contact with the reinforced glass, all sensations rushed through her. She was suddenly, simultaneously, made aware of every inch of her body.

Hot blood gushed down the side of her face as she lay on the sidewalk, bystanders gasping in horror at what they had just witnessed.

Silent tears dripped from her eyes in a steady stream as she felt everything, felt everything broken.

 She’d been crushed.

 A runaway car had jumped the sidewalk and slammed into her. A head on collision between human and machine.

 The street was covered with debris. People began to gather, trying to catch a glimpse of what was probably going to be the most exciting thing they’ll see all day.

 Antoinette knew she was lucky enough to not have been killed on impact, but as her entire being throbbed a small part of her wished she had. The pain was excruciating. It felt as if even the soft kiss of wind across her skin was a searing hot iron, and breathing felt like a heavy weight being pulled and pushed from her chest.

 Her body, still processing the shock, lay still despite her desperate tries to scream for help. All she could do was open her mouth.

 Terror filled her eyes when she realized she couldn’t move. She looked towards her fingers, begging them to cooperate. Their failure to do so despite her desperate attempts lead to the guttural cry that quietly left her lips, the only sound her shattered body would allow her.

 Tears continued to flow from Antoinette, now completely silent. The pain so intense it was causing her to feel numb. Both to her body and to the chaos unfolding around her.

 She thought about her friends and family, hoped and prayed they’d be okay. Hoped and prayed no one would ever have to experience the hell that was this.

 All she felt was pain. Then she felt nothing.

 Antoinette lifted her heavy eyelids, senses slowly waking along side her. All she could see was white; immaculate, heavily blurred, white.

 “Am I dead?” she wondered. It was so peaceful.

 Warm fingers brushed against her forehead. Pulling her back to reality. Her back rested against something that wasn’t concrete. She shifted, processing that her body was responding to her commands again.

She moved her eyes around the room her vision heavily blurred. Small tubes extended from her body, sirens blaring in the distance as she faded back into full consciousness.

 She was in an ambulance.

 Vision blurred, she followed the outlines of the arm to the body connected to it.

 “You’re going to be okay, sweetie.”

 Warm words flowed through her ears, into her brain. She slowly reached out to touch whoever was with her, fingers trembling as tears began to well up in her eyes.

 “ We got you. You’re going to be okay.”

 Droplets spilled from her eyes. She opened her mouth.

2) Your OC’s s/o falls asleep on their lap/hands or vice versa. @dc-comics-imagines @dc-imagine-central

I tried y’all. I was so close to turning this into angst, especially after what I unleased yesterday on day one. Anyways, here’s the sad excuse for fluffy fluff. 

Antoinette had been stuck to him all day, wrapped around his torso as they walked through crowded streets like a koala on a tree branch. Granted it made walking a little difficult, but nothing was impossible for the great Hal Jordan.

“Baby,” he whispered placing his hands over hers.

She hummed in response. Antoinette had been out for the last two days, 48 hours of crime fighting across the country. In short, she was tired.

“Nettie,” he called again as he shifted, trying to get her to face him. She resisted, keeping her head buried in his back.

“Wassup?” She slurred her response.

Hal breathed out a laugh. She was acting like a baby, which from his perspective she was.

It was no secret there was a sizable age difference between the two of them. Hal was in his late 20s while Anti was months away from her early twenties. Nevertheless, they were together.

“Can you let me go really quick? I need to grab the keys,” amusement playing in his voice.

Antoinette didn’t respond. Instead, Hal felt one of her hands in his pocket fishing for said keys. Once found she wordlessly offered them to him, her other arm still snuggly holding on.

“Really?” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. He scoffed in loving disbelief as he took what was offered to him.

They waddled inside. After a few minutes the couple found themselves watching TV.

Antoinette had long since let go of him, but Hal found himself missing her touch. Maybe Anti’s clingyness from earlier that day was rubbing off on him. He even went as far as to shamelessly have her lie with her head in his lap. It something she didn’t like doing. She’d rather have it the other way around, but he was feeling particularly affectionate.

Hal had long since stopped watching whatever cliché classic 90s movie was playing on the livingroom TV. His eyes were focused elsewhere, on the silent form resting on him. Her hair messily radiating from her head, tangles forming from her constant movement (mostly in protest). She insisted she was average height, but on laying on his sofa she looked tiny, especially compared to him.

Suddenly he felt Antoinette’s form relax. It startled him, but before he could process what was going on a loud snore ripped through the air.

His expression dropped from one of tenderness and warmth to a deadpan.

“Dammit.”

3) Use the prompt: “I really don’t think I need new underwear” 

Can you tell where I kinda gave up? I started this challenge off so well, now it's all downhill 😂😂 Also I have no idea how to write Barbara @dc-comics-imagines @dc-imagine-central @maruthor

Antoinette plopped onto the floor.

“Ow,” she exclaimed tipping over forcefully, laying on her side to rub her now bruising bum.

“Yeah, that was a mistake.”

She tipped in the other direction, sitting upright once more.

She stretched forward to drag the plastic laundry basket within her radius, recrossing her legs criss-cross-applesauce style as she returned to her starting position.

She was at Wayne Manor. Antoinette had been spending more and more time there since making friends with the batkids. With Tamara in particular. At this point, Bruce expected to she her around the house.

She was here using their washer and drier for the first time. Alfred had offered to do it for her, but she wanted to help him out. Sure it was his job, but still. It was a lot for one man to do. Antoinette helped out where she could. Dishes here, some vacuuming there. Alfred shared lots of tips with her. Her favorite, how to get blood out of clothes. Seltzer water and lemon, who knew. shoutout  to y’all who get this reference

Antoinette was in the main living area. She sat by the fireplace, in front of it. The crackling of the fire within, entertainment in place of a TV.

She dumped out her freshly cleaned clothes onto a blanket she had grabbed off one of the couches, nearly loosing a sock to the fire. Antoinette prompty folded and packed them back in the basket from whence they came.

After a while it became routine.

“I really don’t think I need new underwear,” she pointed out to Barbara.

“Oh really?” She asked pulling out not one but two pairs of tattered boyshorts.

“Well, ” Antoinette sensed she wasn’t getting out of this one.

“You’re probably right,” Anti went through the basket. Finding more and more pieces held together by sheer will power.

“Hell yeah I’m right. I’m taking you underwear shopping.”

“Over my comatose body.”

“You’re weird.”