#Captain Boomerang Suicide Squad Blue Jacket

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Introducing the Show-Stopping of Suicide Squad Outfits

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[mithomite]

captain boomerang tumblr does anyone have a good solid reference for his jacket in the 2016 suicide squad movie. i just bought some blue fabric and i am ready to create

[poedamneron01]

GEORGE HARKNESS X F!READER

Summary: reader and Digger meeting for the first time while on the first mission of Task Force X (set during 2016 Suicide Squad), reader has catwoman/blackwidow like abilities.

TW: swearing

Captain Boomerang AU/Masterlist.

“Welcome to Task Force X.” Rick Flag explained too the convicts of Belle Reve prison that were stood in front of him “You all work for me now, you piss me off or vex me I blow your heads off.” Flag stated as Harley raised her arm to talk. “Flag, you have one more addition too your team, she is pulling up now.” Waller spoke over the comms in his ear as a pickup truck pulled up, with a singular crate strapped to it.

“Copy.” He replied as the crate was lifted up and placed on the ground, where guards surrounded the box and crowbarred it open. “This is Y/N L/N, our final member.” Rick read off his small iPad as the new member didn’t move.

“Oh yeah, nice mate, is she invisible or somethin?” George asked with his arms crossed over his chest, earning a cackle from Harley, before a soldier stomped over, kicking the crate and it slammed sideways onto the concrete and you rolled out and landed on your feet with ease.

You looked up through your curtains of hair covering your face “L/N, welcome to Task Force X.” Flag stated and you stood up, pushing your hair behind your shoulders “Well gee, thanks for havin’ me colonel.” You smirked before walking over and getting in line beside your new teammates.

“Your shit is over there, get changed and grab anything you will need for a fight, we are wheels up in ten.” He finished before walking away and allowing the group to grab their things.

“G’Day.” A husky voice spoke from beside you, causing you to look up slightly and meet the blue eyes of a man wearing a white singlet “Hey.” You responded as the pair of you walked over towards your crates, which happened to be beside one another.

“What are you in for love?” You recognised his Australian accent and your stomach fluttered, you always had a thing for guys with an accent. “Lets just say some rats had a hand in my doing.” You responded while pulling open your crate to reveal your belongings.

You watched as he too began pulling out his stuff, slipping on a blue jacket that read ‘CAPTAIN’.

“How about you, Captain?” You asked sending him a smile and he grinned back “Lets just say some red streak who disagrees with a poor man playing Mahjong with his nanna, peacefully.” You laughed and squatted down, pulling out a black all in one stealth suit with a grumble.

“I’m George by the way.” He added after a few seconds, extending his hand out towards you “Y/N.” You responded and slid your hand into his, shaking it a few times before reluctantly pulling away. You pulled out a pair of black boots that matched your suit before standing up and looking around.

“Is there anywhere I can go to get changed?” You yelled out and received no response, causing you to groan in annoyance “Come ‘ere, I promise I won’t steal a peep.” George mumbled so low that only himself and you could here.

You sent him a pointed look “How are we possible going to do this?” You asked him confused, as where you all stood was so open “I’ll use my coat?” He replied and cocked his eyebrow “Well I have on panties and a bra, I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You licked your lips and walked towards him.

George wouldn’t lie, you were pretty stunning if he had to admit, nothing like he had seen before. The fact that you were like him, had him feeling more and more infatuated with you. He pulled his heavy, long coat off and allowed you to walk forward, and once you were close enough he held the coat out and around you.

“You know, usually I don’t let a guy see me like this till the first date.” You remarked in a teasing tone and George grinned “Only the first date?” He asked as he tried his damndest to look anywhere but you.

“People don’t use me George, I use them.” You told him as you slipped your prison clothes off and replaced them with the skin tight, black stealth suit. As you pulled it over your shoulders you looked up at George “Can you zip me up?” You asked him with a kind smile.

He looked down and your eyes met his and he stuttered for a few seconds before nodding “Uh, yeah.” You silently laughed at his response as he pulled his jacket back around him, before you felt his rough fingers brush the skin on your lower back, before he pulled the zipper up.

“There you go love.” George let his hands fall by his side as you spun around on your toes “Thank you.” You spoke genuinely as you leaned down and slipped on your socks and boots, tying them up with a huff. “How about we get to know each other? Eh? Could be our last day on this shitty Earth, lets make it a decent one with good company?” George was surprised by his words but now he had to roll with the punches.

You stood back up after attaching holsters to your legs and slipping in small handguns “Is this a date?” You asked with a playful smile and George rolled his eyes “Darlin’, I think it is safe to say we speak the same language, and you are a very pretty woman.” He tried to reason and you chuckled as you began arming yourself with knives and guns and ammo.

“Okay.” You agreed finally and you weren’t so sure he heard your answer “I mean, I’m not afraid to say this might be a fucked up first date, but if you don’t want to I’m cool with that, I was taught to respect women.” He rambled on and you stepped closer to him.

“George,” you interrupted and he looked down at you with his hands propped up onto his lips “I want to get to know you.” He was taken by surprise as Flag walked back over “Time to go dirtbags.” He called walking towards the cargo helicopters.

“Save me a seat will you?” You asked him sweetly, cocking your head to the side and blinking innocently and he nodded “Yeah, sure darlin’.” He turned and walked off, allowing you to admire his tall and well built frame.

Maybe if you guys could get away after this mission, without dying that is, you could work something out, but that was for another time.

[kimhargreeves]

Task Force X- Javelin x Reader (The Suicide Squad 2021)

Summary: Amanda Waller wants you on the new Task Force X team. This time it's live or die for you all, you're all introduced to one another and a German man who wields a javelin takes a liking to you.

(A/N) I can't believes I've already gotten tons of reads hearts on my Polkadot Man one shot; I'm so happy you've all liked it!! There will be a part 2 soon and in the meantime enjoy this Javelin one 🥴 Flula looked amazing as Javelin and I would've loved to see more. I've had a crush on that man since Pitch Perfect 2.

"Grab her."

The bread I had in my mouth fell down when the door to my cell had opened up and I saw two guards and Amanda Waller again. Immediately I jumped up and grabbed my fork, even if it's a plastic one I could still stab someone.

"No, No! You aren't taking me back!" I try to run away from the group of men but they successful caught me and held me tight. Amanda Waller wanted me back on her suicidal team.

"Let go of me! They began pushing me forward and lined me up against the wall.

"Hiya, (Y/N)!" I turn around surprised and see Harley waving at me, she's wearing the same orange uniform as I am.

"I thought you'd run away." Last time I saw Harley was when she teamed up with a few other girls and left Gotham with her pet hyena, Bruce. And because I did a couple of things I ended up back here.

"You first Blondie." A tall figure walked past up and sat on a chair where they implanted a bomb in his skull.

I didn't even realize the men in here, I was so focused on figuring out how Harley got in again that I didn't noticed him, much less the tall blonde guy. I couldn't help but stare at him.

The guy didn't even flinch when they placed the needle in him. The guy stood up and looked at each of us until his eyes landed on me and winked.

Harley laughed when she saw my face and I tried to shut her up until a guard grabbed me and placed me on the seat.

I shut me eyes and winced when they placed a needle on my neck. Another stupid bomb has been implanted in me.

"Fuck." I whined once I stood up and began rubbing my the back of my neck.

"Task Force X. These are your brothers and sisters for the next few days." Rick Flag came in and I was so happy to see another familiar face.

"Follow me." We all began to follow Rick onto another room. Outside of all the cells and inmates.

In front of us were a trunk, already with our clothes in them. "Are the girls going to change in here with us?" One of the guys asked while the others laughed. Mongal who was by my side growled. The other female in our team.

I rolled my eyes and Rick looked at Harley and I. "We don't do that anymore, guys in that room, girls in that. Now hurry up!"

I smirked when I saw the disappointment in the guys eyes. "Let's hurry." I grabbed my clothes and began to undress myself and get into my new costume. It was entirely of leather with a few chains and a whip and knives and my weapon of choice.

"Lookin' hot, (Y/N)!" Harley complimented once she did her makeup.

"Thanks, so do you." She giggled and I tried not to laugh at her being so funny. She no longer had that short ass shorts she has the first time, thank goodness. She now looked like a badass with leather jacket and tight red and black pants.

We walked out and saw a guy with a dark green costume, an funny looking animal on its two feet, a guy with white long hair, another guy with bleached hair dressed in black, and the other tall blonde guy now wore a blue and yellow outfit and-

"Boomer?!" Harley exclaimed.

Harley ran forward and I saw yet another familiar kind face around. "It really is him." I sighed and smiled. I ran toward him and hugged him tight.

"Nice to see your both still alive." He smiled when he let go of us.

"We try to. It's really nice to see you again." I genuinely tell him and see his kind eyes. He nods his head and messes my hair.

"Nice to see you again as well shortie."

Captain Boomerang, Harley, Rick and I shared a lot back then despite being different to each other. They're like a family to me even if we can't't see each other often because of the bars locking us up.

"So, what do you think their superpowers are?"" Harley excitedly asks me when she sees I've been quiet around the new team of Task Force X.

"Maybe even crazier ones than the last time. We had a talking crocodile, and now I saw there was a shark who can perfectly walk on land." I stared confused at her.

"That one looks funny." She pointed ahead and I felt creeped out by a large animal like thing, it stood in two legs and look like a weird hybrid of a dog or rat.

"We have a lot of strange people around.."

"I know! exciting right?! Look at this awesome weapon!" Harley gasped when she saw the blonde guy holding a javelin.

"You could kill a bunch of people with this thing." Harley grabbed the guys weapon from his hand and admired the pole in her hand.

I reached out to touch it and it really felt heavy in my hands. "It's really is long and stiff."

"That's not the only thing long and stiff." I look up and see Javelin smirking at his own comment. He's already a flirt.

"Haha very funny." I rolled my eyes and pushed the weapon back into Javelin's chest and began walking away from him, while he wore a smirk on his stupid face.

"What's the big deal? Seems like a funny guy to me!" Harley chuckled when she reached up to me. And I glanced back to see Boomerang giving Javelin a dirty look.

"Try and lighten up a bit!" Harley smiles and grabs hold of a dirty bag full of her weapon. She pats my back and walked over to Rick.

Leaving me on my own. I can't believe we're back on another suicidal mission. Like Deadshot once said "What? We some type of suicide squad." I paused when I saw Javelin looking at me.

"Talking to yourself I see." He said a with German accent.

"What's up with you? Is that really you're accent cause you didn't use it the last time." I cross my arms and look at him.

"Yeah! I was about to comment on that! Love your accent!" Harley said popping in-between us out of nowhere.

"All woman loves accents." He flirts back with her so I roll my eyes again.

"Cause women got none, that's why." Harley looked at me and muttered an apology and went back to whatever she was doing.

"Still can't tell if your accent is real, I think it's fake, too exaggerated." I said mostly to myself.

"You're a feisty one..I like it. Normally I like to be the one in charge, but I wouldn't mind you wrapping that whip around my neck." He stepped closer to me and I felt intimidated but in a good way.

"Hey hey what's going on in here, I can feel the tension." Blackguard came up to us and I looked at him annoyed while Javelin kept his blue eyes on me.

"What do you want?" I bitterly ask the bleached haired guy.

"What are you two talking about?" He asks laughing at my unhappy expression.

"About how much of an annoyance you are." I spoke back.

Blackguard smirked and ran his hands over his hair and reached toward me. "How about we head out instead, just you and me." Right when he touched me Javelin stood between us and hid me behind his back.

"The lady's not interested kid." I stared back surprised at his sudden action. And again he didn't use his accent, ha! I knew it.

Blackguard frowned and gave us dirty looks. "Everything all right mate?!" I heard Boomerang ask me in the distance.

"Everything's okay!" I answered back.

"He your boyfriend?" Will it make him jealous if I tell him yes? Probably not, so I'll tell him the truth.

"No, he's not on my boyfriend so there's nothing for you to be jealous about." I sarcastically tell him.

"You know? I think I saw you on TV a few years back. Yeah, you're the guy who threw that Javelin on that guy's throat."

"Impressive right?

"Kinda. I don't get why a professional Olympic athlete like you would do that. Was it because you didn't win that golden medal?" I decide to be the one to tease him this time.

"I got bored of the same old thing." Was what he said to me.

"All right see him it's time to go!" Rick shouted at us all.

All of the sudden. Javelin scoops me up and carries me on his shoulder. "Hey! Let me down you idiot!" I scream as I began to hit him. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win this, so I rest my head on my hand until we made it into the chopper.

I turned around quick to sit someplace else but you guessed it, Javelin was quicker and pulled me down to sit next to him. "You're stuck with me princess."

He was an annoyance but It genuinely felt nice to be talked to or flirting should I say. I felt a chill up my spine when he said it.

"How about we go on a date when this is over?" I scoff and can't help but laugh at Javelin's proposal.

"We're on a suicide mission and the first thing to pop into your head is to date me? You can't be serious." I was surprised when I saw he wasn't looking judging by his face.

Harley moved forward and looked at us. "He's serious." I felt weird inside.

We heard someone or something gagging. We all looked ahead and saw Weasel throw up a call of fur. "That's disgusting." Savant said like the rest of us eyeing the creature.

"What animal is that?" I asked looking at the Weasel who didn't seem to be present.

"To is this thing a dog?" Blackguard asked.

"Yeah? What type of dog is it mate?" Boomerang laughed.

"I don't know about hybrids."

Harley gasped from the other side she was sitting by Javelin and smiled. "Is it a werewolf?!" I know how much she likes these types of animals. Reminds her so much of Bruce her hyena.

"A werewolf?! Get me out of this!" I began to laugh when Blackguard started freaking out and tried getting away from Weasel who was sitting next to him.

"Look at him, he's harmless." I teased again and all Weasel did was sneeze and minded his own business.

We looked out and saw we had arrived at Corto Maltese. Harley ran ahead with Savant and dives first into the water. Here goes nothing. Mongal and I jumped down and we all began to swim up shore.

I saw Rick over to where Savant was with Weasel. I heard the poor animal gasping and thrashing in the open water. "Weasel is dead! I repeat the Weasel is dead!"

"What the fuck? Did we seriously lose one already?!" I shout annoyed that no one informed us that it couldn't swim.

"Fucking ridiculous." I heard Javelin mutter when he got beside me.

"Hey! It's just me!" We all froze from our hiding places when Blackguard stood up and began walking up ahead with his hands up. "We have a deal! I gave you our last location!"

"Motherfucker! no wonder your name is Dick!" I shouted at him when flashlights were pointing at us and him.

"Las manos arriba!" Hands up un the air someone on the other side shouted. That fucking traitor.

"This wasn't supposed to fucking happen."

"Blackguard get into your position!" Rick shouted angrily at the dumb kid.

"We had a deal, I'm the one who called you-" I shrieked when his face got blown off.

"Holy shit!" I repeated and quickly began to take out my guns and took cover when they began firing at us. A bomb went by near us and I continued to aim and take cover whenever someone would try and shoot me.

Javelin and I looked at each other. "You're going to make it out of here." I slowly nodded my head. We're all going to get out of this mess and live. I ducked my head and began shooting at the enemies head when I saw TDK distracting them.

I took out my whip filled with sharp pointed needles and began running forward and easily wrapped it around a guard as he screamed and I threw him away while the other I aimed and chopped his head off.

It's now or never. Mongal shouted and I saw her clinging to a helicopter while it began to catch on fire. "Oh, fuck." I freaked out and threw myself on the ground when I saw it coming torwards me and one of its sharp metal landed right by my head.

I quickly got up almost tripping on my own feet and saw Boomerang on the ground. Harley and I shouted when the helicopter crashed over to where he was. I gotta make it out alive!

"We gotta go!" I ran over to Javelin and saw almost everyone dead.

"No! You aren't leaving!" Waller shouted through. I looked back and looked Savant afraid so he ran back to the ocean and his head exploded.

"We aren't leaving that way." I told myself before another explosion landed close to me. My vision got blurry and my ears began to ring, but I was still alive. All we gotta do is leave this fucking island.

"(Y/N)!" Javelin shouted my name I looked back and saw he had stepped in front of me, but his chest was now filled with bullets. My mouth fell open and I tried to hold him up but he fell to the ground.

"No no no." I began to repeat and moved his blonde hair out of his face. "Don't you fucking did on me, we have a date remember." I pressed my hand tight on him so he wouldn't bleed more.

"Harley! Rick!" I shouted trying to figure out if someone was alive. "I'm not fucking letting you die here." I was determined by that and saw his eyes close.

[skrowbear]

me n’ my fellow initial name enbies

[Image description: First image is of Javelin from The Suicide Squad, a white man with long blonde hair, wearing a blue superhero mask and outfit. He is flying on a cargo plane and the lighting is red. Caption at the bottom of the screen reads ‘Your name is letters?’ 

Second image is in the same setting but camera is focused on Captain Boomerang, a white man with black hair and a beard, wearing a leather jacket, who is turned to talk to someone off-screen. Caption at the bottom reads ‘All names are letters.’]

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Working It Over

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad) Pairing: Captain Boomerang/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Content Rating: NSFW Length:One-Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Goes along with  Working Woman Blues

"Happy Birthday!" Izzy cheered, popping open the cliche, tan trench coat, letting it slide to the floor revealing her naked body.

"The fuck? It ain't me birthday." Boomerang rubbed the tip of his nose. "Put yer clothes back on, woman."

"Excuse me?" Izzy blew a stray curl out of her face, hands on her hips she glared at the man before her. "Since when did you pass on sex?"

She had been sure it was his birthday, hell she had even bought the perfect Unicorn puking rainbows as a card. Whatever, his loss on the card.

"I've got things to do, yer wastin' time, Iz." He didn't bother to look back at the naked and fuming woman who stood in the middle of his warehouse. If he played the cold shoulder then the sex would be better off, anyway. "Now hand me a beer and grab that duffle bag."

Muttering something about how she'd like to shove his dead body into a duffle bag, Izzy bent – shakily on the sky scraper heels – and grabbed a, no doubt filthy, tank top off of the floor and slid it on over her naked form. The fridge was almost empty, which meant it would only be a matter of time before George showed up at her small studio apartment, looking for something to eat.

Picking up two cans of beer, she violently shook one, making sure to hand it to him after she had opened hers. Cursing when the foamy beer sprayed into his face, soaking the front of his shirt, George sneered in Izzy's direction. "Bitch,"

His large mitt effortlessly swiped the can from Izzy's hand, tipping the cold liquid to his mutton chop covered lips, draining and crunching the can with one squeeze. Leaning against a ragged and worn couch, Izzy licked her lips and narrowed her dark eyes into a glare, her head tilted to the side.

"Big night?" She asked trying to peek over his wide shoulders at the duffel bag, the one she was supposed to get, but had conveniently forgotten to pick up from the floor.

"Huh?" Boomerang grunted at the dark haired woman beside him. "Nah, nothing to worry yer pretty head about, Iz."

"George," Izzy stood straight, his tank top hanging from her small shoulders, "did you take that job from a Mr. Oshiro, by chance?"

The Captain's silence was all that Izzy needed to confirm an answer. That fucker!

Not even two full days ago, Izzy had picked up that job. It was an easy in and out, with a decent pay off, once the goods were unloaded by Mr. Oshiro's thugs. Knowing Boomerang, he had picked the loot, but wasn't going to be in much of a mood to meet at the designated spot and time. If he fucked this up, it was bound to leave a bad taste in many mouths, not to mention the damages it could do for Izzy's own career.

Being a skilled thief and a woman was already a difficult task, be damned if she were allowing this bonehead to ruin that.

"Who am I to turn down a good job?" George cleared his throat, rubbing his fingers over the priceless crystal that had been stashed in his bag. "The price was right and I need a new muffler for me bike."

"A muff...a muff...." Izzy began to laugh loudly. "A muffler? I needed rent and bills paid, and..."

"Tsk tsk." The Captain wagged a meaty finger in her face. "Stealing to pay yer bills? Be honest about it or don't do it at all, Iz."

Of course, she should have known. What did Captain Boomerang know about paying bills or rent? He'd found this place when he'd got a tip that the owner was off to prison – tax fraud – and he certainly wasn't into paying for the electricity that he was jacking from a nearby power bank. The one time Izzy heard him even mention legal taxes, he had been at her to get married. George had claimed they would get better benefits that way, it seemed perfect to him, until Izzy pointed out that he couldn't do taxes based on stolen property.

"I may be a thief, but unlike you Digger, there are still some morals that I uphold." Izzy straightened her posture, trying to appear taller and more imposing. Useless with her short stature, even in these heels, she barely reached his nose. "Now, are you going to meet and drop that off or are you going to get us both killed?"

Lazily pulling cigarette from the pocket of his worn out Captain jacket, Boomerang ran his tongue over his teeth, sucking in a sharp hiss of air. "You're getting on me last nerve, woman." He warned, pulling out a lighter.

"You're getting on me last nerve..." Izzy mocked in a high pitched tone, with a scoff.

"I mean it!" Boomerang growled, his blue eyes locking in on her. "I won't be held accountable, if you push me to it."

Laughing dryly, Izzy snorted in disbelief. His threats were empty, always the same, yet here she was. George wouldn't harm a hair on her head, not that he couldn't or because the repercussions were too great, but simply because if he were forced to hide her body, there would be nobody around to keep his warm when the cold winds shook his rundown warehouse. As long as she was willing and had tits, Izzy knew she was a safe bet.

"You've had a thousand chances, but you never bother."

"Women, not worth the trouble they bring." The Captain muttered and cursed, smashing his cigarette into the concrete floor with his duct taped boot. "Yer looking for it now, are ya, Iz?"

"What are you going to do? Hmm? You," She pushed forward from her perch, extending her reach to grasp the front of his blue polyester jacket, drawing him near. "Don't have the balls." Izzy gripped the front of his stained jeans, cupping and squeezing roughly.

Fighting a groan, Boomerang grabbed her upper arms, twisting her around with little effort. Izzy's small body spun, her back hitting his chest with a thud. Yelping from shock and arousal, Izzy suppressed a moan. The Captain held his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pinned to him, using the other to lift his tank top away from her bottom.

"You're gone and done it now, Iz." His voice was rough in her ear. "Go on, say it." He encouraged, his hand gripping her thigh, fuck, she'd have one hell of a bruise later.

"Say what?" She played dumb. The second he touched her, Boomerang would know what this had turned her on immensely. He would know that she was an orgasm waiting to happen, she would be at his mercy, and she prayed that he would play fair. "Hmm? That you're terrible at managing assets? You stole my job? That you're going to end up in a huge mess, if you don't...Ooh!" She squeaked in surprise.

A large finger extended from his larger, rougher hand, nestling between her slick bare folds. Just for him, she'd endured one of those stupid home wax kits, the things women did for a man on his birthday. Prick, she was certain that he'd mentioned it being his birthday today.

Two fat fingers, knuckle deep Boomerang chuckled at the woman grinding herself onto his hand, silently demanding more while trying to remain her composure. Izzy wouldn't take long before he wore her down, she was too easy.

"Well?" He prompted, his voice rumbling sending shivers through her.

"Well, W-what?" Izzy choked back a sob of pleasure.

She had came over here ready to fuck him three ways from Sunday, being mad at him over this job had heightened that arousal, the Captain was not being fair. Oh! She swallowed a lump in her throat, sitting harder on his hand, willing his fingers to go as far as they could. Boomerang curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots, his large thumb manhandling her clit.

So he didn't have the greatest finesse when it came to fingering a woman, right now that detail didn't matter.

"Are you going to say it? Beg me? Come on, Izzy, you know what you want. All you gotta do is ask ole' Boomer. Ask and I'll bend ya over, right here." George spoke, biting at her exposed shoulder and grunting at the way she writhed her ass against his junk.

"S-seems like y-you need it more than me." Izzy moaned spreading her legs a little wider, wanting more. Pumping his fingers faster, George stifled a groan when she reached back to grab his balls again. Damn this woman.

"Ya think so?" His blue eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Izzy nodded frantically, unable to form words around a moan. His thumb danced, roughly, on her clit assaulting her sense. Inside she could feel those damn sausage like fingers pounding away, no rhythm only a goal – getting her to the point of no return. All she could think about was that threat of being bent over and fucked. It wouldn't be the first time that Boomerang had bent Izzy over the work bench and took her on one hell of a ride.

"Y-yes." Izzy squeaked with a whimper.

Be damned, if Izzy was going to win this one. Clearing his throat, Boomerang stopped all actions. Slipping his fingers away, seconds before Izzy had reached her reward. Licking his lips, he took a step back, weak in the knees Izzy wobbled like a fawn, trying to gain her legs.

"Home ya go, then." Boomerang took a quick sniff of his coated fingers, shoving them in his pockets. Shame, she had shown up here without panties. He'd have to use what he could, when he took care of things later. Jerking off in an empty warehouse wasn't his idea of a good night, but he refused to let her win.

"What the fuck?" Izzy spat, her core aching for his fingers to come back.

"That's for leaving me tied to ya bed, gagging me and taking off. Ya damn harlot." George sucked his teeth in triumph. Remembering their last meeting, of a sexual nature, he was all about getting even. "Be glad I ain't tying ya here naked and blindfolded."

"You're a fucking monster." Izzy accused him with a deathly glare.

"Get yer coat and go home, Izzy." George laughed at her assumption. "It ain't worth slitting throats over, besides, I've got me some money to collect. Be a good girl, run along home, and next week we can celebrate me birthday."

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A/N: Request from anon. It took me so long, sorry. I was busy with life. :’)

Words: 1017 Warnings: none

It was alright, he was flirting all the time, it was alright.

Fine, it wasn’t. Clenching your fists angrily, you rolled your eyes as Captain Boomerang made another snarky comment about Poison Ivy’s beautiful ginger hair. To you, she looked like she had fallen into a red paint pot but given that she could strangle you to death with her stupid ivory tentacles, you decided to keep your mouth shut and remain in the background while Harley asked her for support and help concerning your new mission.

Your eyes were fixed on Captain Boomerang. The way he moved, the way his eyes darted from person to person, the way he played with the silver ring on his pinky finger… You knew all about his little flaws and habits already, for your favourite hobby among the infamous Suicide Squad was to secretly watch him.

Your crush was ridiculous, really. Actually, the Aussie wasn’t even your type but something about him made your legs go jelly every time he talked to you—and you attempted to get him to do just that as often as possible. Now, however, he was utterly ignoring you, instead exploring Poison Ivy’s barely covered body with greedy eyes. You resisted the urge to gag. What was so beautiful about her anyway? Technically, she was a plant.

“So you want to hide here?” She snapped just then.

“Temporarily.” Harley grinned and flicked her tongue as she crossed her arms, having you roll your eyes in response.

“I didn’t know she knew that word.” Deadshot murmured next to you. It elicited a sneaky grin from you but it faded as soon as Boomerang’s eyes suddenly landed on you. He raised an eyebrow as if he was curious about what you were laughing at, desperate to join the insider joke.

“Fine, you can stay,” Poison Ivy continued. “But by the end of the week you’re gone. I have important businesses to attend to, I ain’t no hostel for homeless people. Make yourself comfortable, just… don’t touch anything.”

Harley clapped her hands. “You’re the best!”

“Can we touch yuh?” Boomerang added innocently, winking at Poison Ivy as he did. This time you actually gagged, followed by an angry grunt.

“I wouldn’t recommend it. They don’t call me Poison Ivy for no reason, big boy.” And with that, she walked away, swinging her hips so much you feared she would lift herself off the ground.

Digger only shrugged his shoulders and turned. He was used to be given a knock-back. In the end, he bedded them all anyway.

You clenched your fists once more, feeling jealousy boiling in your stomach as you settled on an ivory green couch to get some sleep, only to be joined by your infamous crush himself only a moment after.

“Got some space fah me tah?”

“I guess that depends on how much space your insatiable ego needs.” You shot back, sounding crankier than you had intended to.

“Oi, what crawled up your arse an’ died?”

“Nothing, Boomer, just let me sleep.”

“Nah, yah tell me what’s goin’ on, yah always talk tah me so yah ain’t stoppin’ now.” Shifting, he managed to stare straight into your eyes, hypnotising you with his blue ones.

“Fine. I’m just fed up with you constantly flirting with half-naked women and screwing anything with a heartbeat.”

Shocked, the Aussie raised an eyebrow. His eyes widened and his lips parted, only the fraction of a second later, he started smirking so boldly you wanted to smack him.

“Wait a sec, are yah jealous?!”

“Fuck no.”

“Yuh’re jealous. Of course yuh are. Yuh’re jealous I keep screwin’ them an’ not yuh!”

“No! God damn it, I hate you!” Your eyes narrowed as you finally gave in the urge to punch him, he, however, seemed completely unaffected, instead laughed out so loud the whole Squad must have heard him.

“Alrigh’, alrigh’, arigh’, stop, (Y/N), stop, it’s alrigh’. I like yah, alrigh’? I like yah. Didn’t know about yuh though. Could’ve fooled me tah be the type fah rich an’ successful business men until yah ended up in this shithole just like the rest a’ us.”

Instantly, you stopped dead in your tracks. He… liked you?

“Are you… what? Are you serious? Is that some kind of joke?” Rich and successful business men. How could he think you were such a snob?

“Nah. I’m serious.”

“Then why are you doing this? If you like me and if you hoped that I would like you too, then why are you flirting with other women?!”

“Cos’ that’s what I am, luv. I ain’t got no relationship, I’m a free man.” Sinking back into the couch, you shook your head.

“Say you had a relationship…” You began hesitantly, testing what the words felt like on your tongue. A relationship with Captain Boomerang. That was… a dream, right? A dream that would never come true. You were a wallflower, after all.

“Then yah’d have me undah yah thumb.” He replied, winking at you in the process. Before you could respond anything else, he leaned forward, his hand gently grabbing your neck to pull you close. Then, his lips were on yours. Slowly and carefully at first, he kissed you so lightly you feared you were sleeping already, that you were dreaming that this handsome and cheeky man was kissing you. Your eyes fell shut as you pushed him back, your lips never leaving his, and dug your nails into his blue Captain jacket. Oh, it definitely was real.

“Wow, wow, wow, get a room you two! Yo, ese, you owe me a twenty, they’re making out!” Deadshot yelled, both disgusted and satisfied as he walked past the couch. You pulled away, glaring daggers at him. Had they been betting on you? Seriously?!

“Boomer and (Y/N) sitting on a tree. K I S S I N G.” Harley sang happily, jumping around in Poison Ivy’s lair like a doll. Boomerang rolled his eyes.

“Reckon there must a spare room somewhere here, what’yah think?”

“Before or after we beat them?”

“Both.” He replied, grinning cheekily as he did.

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The Mighty Pine

PART 2 - PART 3

a/n: doing something a lil weird, this one is a historical AU where captain boomerang is laying low, working as a lumberjack in the 1930s. Please tell me what you think and if i should continue!!

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Warning: drinking and flirting

Captain Boomerang X OFC // Suicide Squad // Lumberjack AU

word count: 4,050

"Why am I not surprised to find you hidden away with your nose buried in a book?" A deep voice whispered in your ear, pulling you back to reality from the story. You couldn't help but smile to yourself knowing without looking exactly who it was leaning over the back of your chair, his mouth poised close enough that his warm breath tickled the skin of your neck.

"You shouldn't be up here," you reminded him in a light tone, "Did anyone see you? Do they know you're here?" Turning slightly in your seat, you closed your book, letting it rest in your lap as you finally looked to the man behind you. The first things you noticed was the smirk under his scruffy muttonchops and the mischievous glint in his eye.

"Not a soul," he replied in a low voice that was barely audible over the noise of the revelers below.

The balcony over the back of the main hall had always been your favorite place to hide in the grange hall during town socials. You could sit by the railing and watch the crowd below as they danced and sang while you enjoyed a book. The space was mostly used for storage, filled with empty chairs and benches that could easily be brought down via the winch and pulley by the edge of the balcony. The only way up was through a small hatch with a ladder which were not easy to spot.

"Anyone know yer up here?" he asked, his accent making your stomach flip as he quirked his eyebrows.

"Yes, my aunt does, and if she knew I was with a man unsupervised, she'd be livid." Your eyes traveled down the column of his neck to his worn flannel shirt. It was unbuttoned enough to reveal a white undershirt and a few curls of chest hair poking over the collar. You could just barely see the glint of the gold chain tucked away, hidden under the layers. Slowly your gaze drifted to his broad shoulders, their expanse defined by the navy blue strap of his suspenders that sat perfectly between his muscles making their size visible through the tartan patterned fabric.

"And what if she knew that man was me?" he querried, watching as your attention wandered.

Slowly you looked back up to his steely blue eyes, trying to hide the playful smile that was tugging at your lips "If that was the case, then I would probably wake in a convent tomorrow." Setting your book to the side, you stood up, facing him fully, "Which is why you should leave. I'll be helping with the delivery tomorrow, I'll see you then." You placed one hand flat on his chest, pushing against him slightly, though he didn't budge. Gnawing on your lip, you fought to keep your face even, trying to make no reaction to the feeling of his hard chest under your palm.

"But I want'd ta see yeh tonight," he asserted, lifting his hand to cover yours as he took a step forward, bowing his head slightly. You felt a dull throb between your legs as his musky scent filled your nostrils. You struggled to stay present while your mind drifted back to the last moment you two had been alone together in the camp's pantry. When he had quickly leaned forward, pecking your lips, stealing your first kiss before turning on his heel to leave.

He had left you dumbfounded, standing still staring at where he'd been. Before that moment the relationship between you and him had consisted of merely flirtatious banter. Though you did find him attractive, you had never expected anything to happen, mostly because you knew how strongly your aunt would object. The moment had been in the forethoughts of your mind since it happened, unable to shake the bubbly sensation in your gut when you remembered the scratchy feel of his facial hair and how it contrasted with his soft lips.

Though you wanted nothing more right now, you knew what was expected of you and being alone with a man did not fall into that category. "What makes you think I wanted to see you?"

"The way yeh biting yer lip," he smirked as he slowly slid his free arm around your middle, his broad hand resting on the small of your back as he urged you closer until your form was pressed hard into him. A shock ran through you at the contact, being pulled into his arms. You couldn't help but blush, very aware of the fact that your breast were also pushed against him. You were sure he could feel every curve of your body along his.

He leaned forward, ghosting past your lips to kiss along your jawbone towards your ear. Raising your other hands to his chest, you wrapped your fingers around his suspenders, drawing yourself against him.

"I really shouldn't be here-," you hiccoughed as he took your earlobe between his lips. "Here alone with you. What if someone saw us?" you finished, trying to stifle your moan.

You could feel him chuckle against your skin at your reaction. Pulling away he wrapped his arms tighter around you, stepping backwards into the shadowy eaves behind the rafters. There, hidden in the dark he pushed you against the wall and finally captured your lips with his. Though you couldn't say it, this is what you wanted. Pulling at his braces you deepened the kiss, parting your lips to grant him access. You moved on intuition, wrapping an arm around his neck as you wrestled with his tongue. You let out an involuntary squeak when he squeezed you tighter, bringing your hips against his as he raised a hand, resting it against the wall along side your head.

He growled while pulling at your lips, his free hand slowly sliding up your side, coming tantalizing close to touching your breast where his grip stalled. Turning away, his head snapped to look over his shoulder and you realize he'd noticed something you hadn't.

"Mignon?" The familiar voice of your neighbor and friend, Addie called, using your nickname. "Are you up here?"

"Yes," you choked out, still poised close between him and the wall, though hidden in the shadows. "Yes, I'm just reading."

"Your Aunt Josephine wants to leave, she's been asking for you," Addie replied, speaking into the darkness.

"I'll be down in a minute, I've almost finished this chapter," You bluffed, trying to ignore the teasing way he continued to grind his hips against yours.

It isn't until you hear the trap door slam shut that you let out the breath you'd been holding. Instantly he began to move against you, pushing his knee between your legs as he nipped at the skin over your pulse point.

"No," you gasped. "I need to go." It took all of your strength to push him back far enough that you could inch away. He held your gaze as you broke from his grasp, pacing backwards to leave. Biting at your lip, you paused for a second as you watched him. Throwing caution to the wind you stepped forward, quickly pressing your lips to his before turning to leave as he had done before.

The next morning you where early to rise, having barely slept through the night. Vibrating with excitement, you still glowed from the kiss the night before. The memory of the way he pushed you against the wall, hidden in the shadows as he tasted you was on constant repeat, playing again and again in your mind.

You couldn't help but giggle as you climbed down the stairs, lifting your skirt away from your feet to prevent tripping. Pulling your jacket off the hook by the door, you started to fasten the buttons when you heard your Aunt Jo calling your name from the kitchen.

"What a surprise to see you this side of noon. To what do we owe this pleasure?" she stated as you walked into the kitchen. She was seated at the table, the newspaper spread out in front of her with a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose as the maid prepared her breakfast. You couldn't help but smile, even at her backhand comment. You did have some genuine affection for your aunt who'd been kind enough to take you into her home when you were very young. Now widowed, she had never been able to have children of her own and you knew under the cold exterior she could be kind and motherly, though it'd been awhile since you'd seen that side of her.

"Hank the grocer is making a delivery up to camp today, he said I could catch a ride," you explain with a shrug. "I thought I'd help Aunt Ro for a day or two." You waited patiently, watching as her lips pulled into a thin line just how you expected.

"You know I don't like you going up there," she admonished, reaching for her cup of tea. "It was fine when you were younger but you're much too old now to be spending so much time there. You should be looking for a husband, not working," she exhaled sharply through her nose as she studied your appearance, "Though I don't know who would marry you with your hair like that." Finally dropping the act, you let out an exasperated sigh. At least you knew she didn't have any good reason to be mad with you if she was resorting to criticizing the bobbed haircut you got a month or so ago.

"Please, half the men have known me all my life and see me as a daughter," you countered, resting your fists on your hips. "And Aunt Ro wouldn't let anything happen to me. Don't you trust your sister?"

"No, sometimes I do not. She can be too lenient in my opinion." For two people who had shared a womb your Aunts Josephine and Rosemary could not be more different. While Josephine lived by rules, following every step in a recipe to the dot, Rosemary was flamboyant and loud, constantly laughing and singing, ignoring the cooking instructions while dumping whatever she wants into the pot.

When you were little you wished Rosemary had taken you in instead of Josephine, but now you understood how running the main house of a lumber camp left little time to care for a toddler. Thankfully you were always welcomed to visit whenever you pleased, even unannounced, as long as you pulled your weight helping with chores.

Sitting next to Hank on the carriage, you tried to focus on your book. It was a long and tedious ride to the camp which was buried in the forest. You had long since learned that it was best to bring some literature with you knowing Hank wasn't much for conversation, but today, try as you might to focus, your mind kept floating back to the night before, to the way his fingers wrapped around your ribs and so close to your breast.

You completely understood why your Aunt Jo didn't want you to spend time at the lumber camp anymore, and it was that exact same reason why you were excited to go visit. Digger was everything she hated. He was tall, hairy, and usually a few days overdue for a good bath and scrub. In your mind's eye, you could picture the sneer your aunt would make if she ever got close enough to smell him, though there was something about his scent that made you light headed.

Digger also had no mind for manners or subtly, often saying whatever was closest to the surface of his thoughts. Laughing to yourself, you imagined him seated at the long polished dining room table, confused beyond reason as to why there's three forks, two spoons and knives and half a dozen plates set out in front of him, with no idea what any of them were used for. You were certain he'd never been to a dinner party like the ones your aunt hosted.

You knew nothing about his history and never asked, knowing it was courtesy to not press the men in the camp about their previous lives. His accent was wildly different from anything you'd every heard before, and through the grapevine you learned he was originally from Australia, halfway around the world. You wanted to ask him how he came to be here in the woods but every time he was near you any rational thoughts you may have had flew from your mind.

It was already midday when you arrived at camp, and your Aunt Ro had no time for pleasantries, immediately putting you to work watching over the stew as she went to speak with Hank. Afterwards you were set to the task of unloading the next month's worth of food into the pantry and root cellar.

Puffing on a hand rolled cigarette, Digger was lost in thought, bouncing on top of the pile of logs being pulling in on the a horse drawn cart. He'd managed to flag down his pal, the teamster Jean Claude and catch a ride back to camp.

"'Ey, regarde," Jean Claude called, catching Diggers attention with a nudge of his elbow as they broke through the edge of the woods. He whistled and pulled on the reins, slowing the two horses before he pointed across the clearing to the cabin and the grocer's cart next to the entrance. "C'est Mignon," the quebecois indicated with a wink while Digger caught a fleeting glimpse of your skirt as you returned into the main cabin with another crate of potatoes. He couldn't help but smile, suddenly more anxious for the day's work to be done with.

You groaned as you stood up, listening to your back crack while you stretched. Straining from the cramped, bent over position you had held while stacking the lower shelves. Lifting the empty crate you turned to exit the small store room. Letting out a small yelp you nearly dropped the wooden box, surprised by the large man in the doorway.

"Sorry, luv," Digger chuckled as he tucked something silver away into his pocket, "Didn' mean ta scare yeh. I would've said hello, but I was distracted by the view." He smirked as you blushed, realizing he was referring to watching you bent over from behind. With a roll of your eyes, you stepped to the side, trying to move around him. He kept even with you, quickly moving to block your path.

"Digger, please," you requested as you moved the other way and he followed.

"I like hearing you say that," he replied in a low voice, watching as you bit your lip in reaction.

"I need to finish my chores," you stated, trying to give him a serious look. He relented, leaning back against a column and letting you pass. Walking into the main part of the dingle you found the last crate next to the entrance. Noticing there was no sign of the grocer's carriage and a light snow was starting to fall, you lifted the full crate you turned to your aunt to question what was going on.

"Hank was eager to leave before the snow picked up," Rosemary explained as she tended to the stew on the cook stove, "I told him you'd be fine here for the night." She barely looked to you, focused on her task as you returned to the pantry.

Digger remained leaning against the post when you entered the room, crossing to the shelf where the jars of preserves went.

"Yeh stuck here for the night?" he asked after a moment of silence, taking a few steps closer to where you knelt, organizing the jars.

"So it would seem," you replied, watching him out of the corner of your eye as he unscrewed the top of the small square flask he held before lifting it to his lips.

"It'd be a shame if yeh were trapped here for a few days because of the storm," You couldn't help but notice the forced casual air to his voice. You didn't have to look to see his smirk. Putting away the last of the preserves, you stood to face him.

"It seems to me that you don't think that would be as much of a tragedy as you suggest." Biting at your inner cheek, you tried to hide the coy smile that was tugging at the corners of your mouth while you watched him take another drink. "What's that?" You inquired, stepping closer, lifting the flask from his hands. Taking a sniff, you immediately recognized the stinging smell of grain alcohol.

"Nothin' yeh'd like darl," he grinned, watching the way your face wrinkled at the fumes of the drink. Catching his eye, you took his words as a challenge and lifted the flask to your lips. The booze had barely touched your tongue when you began to cough and sputter. Digger let out a boisterous laugh, watching you lose your composure as he took back the flask.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you turned away from him, embarrassed as you tried to catch your breath. He continued to chuckle, stepping closer behind you and placing his hand flat on your back and rubbing across your shoulder blades. Your face flushed at the contact as you began to have another coughing fit, this time spurred by your embarrassment. You tried to move away again, bracing one hand on a shelf while you covered your mouth with the other. He stayed close, letting his hand drop further down your back, along your spine. Your stomach flipped at the sensation, you could feel the warmth of his palm through the cotton of your blouse while his hand drifted lower, nearer to your hips.

"Careful," he teased as you took deep, shaky breaths, finally calming down and facing him. You stepped away as he moved in, backing up until you bumped into the shelves behind you. You watched him as he advanced, resting one hand on the untreated wood board next to your shoulder while his tongue darted out from under his mustache, wetting his bottom lip.

A nervous but exciting energy coursed through you as he held your gaze. Tentatively, you reached out, resting your hand on his upper arm when he bent forward. He slowly closed the distance between the pair of you until he was near enough that you could smell the tobacco smoke still on his breath.

"Mignon!" Aunt Ro called from the other room, her voice carrying through the open doorway. "When you're done in the pantry, I need a hand in the dingle!"

Digger pulled back, standing up straight with his jaw clenched. It was written on his face that he wasn't happy but all the same he stepped aside.

"Sorry," you squeaked as you squeezed past him to help your aunt with dinner.

The late night meal was the same affair as always. The men were loud, both laughing and arguing as they devoured the stew. After eating, half the group bundled up and headed off to their small cabins, or into the the large barracks just off the dingle. You helped your aunt finish wash the pots before she retired, heading to the other side of the log cabin to the room she shared with her husband, John.

It was nearing midnight as you walked up to the last few men seated around a table, playing cards next to the dying fire. You stood between Digger and Jean Claude, resting your hand on the back of the latter's chair to spy what he had in his hand.

Jean Claude had been working at the camp since you were 10 and was the one who'd given you the nickname 'Mignon'. He first traveled south looking for work so he could afford to build a house for the girl he loved. After five years he had saved enough and returned home. A year later he returned, explaining that she had gotten knocked up and married the father while Jean Claude was away.

Across the table was the McInerney brothers, Peter and James. The pair of whom had been working for your Uncle John longer than you'd been around. Though nearly identical and always together, you had been surprised to learn when you were younger that they weren't actually twins, Peter being a little older than James.

You knew why these were the last men awake, tomorrow they'd be sending the logs down river and none of those around the table where skilled in that. Jean Claude and Digger were both foreign and hadn't grown up learning to walk across the logs, and while they weren't terrible at it, they were much too slow to be useful on the river. The brothers apparently had a fear of the water, you weren't entirely sure why but you'd heard it was from watching their younger sister drown.

"Tu la victoire?" you asked in broken french as you studied Jean Claude's cards.

"Non, I am far from winning," he laughed as you stood up, shifting to look over Digger's shoulder.

"What are you playing?" you asked as you eyed the two piles of cards in the center of the table.

"Gin rummy," Digger stated as James played, placing one card down in the face up pile before drawing another from the opposite stack. "Care t'learn?" he questioned, quirking an eyebrow as he looked up at you.

"Okay-," you began as he quickly pulled you into his lap. You couldn't help but blush as he leaned forward starting to explain the object of the game and details like what a 'run' is. He reached forward, drawing a card from the face down pile and placing the ten of spades into his hand. "If yeh draw, yeh have to discard," he stated as he pulled out a four of diamonds and placed it face up. You nodded, watching his play. While the game moved around the table you nearly forgot you were sitting on Digger's lap as you leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. When it came to Digger's turn again, he grabbed your waist, pulling you back against his chest as he balanced his forearm on the lip of the table.

"Yeh try playing this round," he stated, his hand lingering on your hip, while his facial hair tickled the outer shell of your ear. "There's a queen of spades on the discard, what yeh gon' do?"

You tried to focus on the game and not the feeling of his chest against your back, or the way his warm breath drifted across your neck as you contemplated the possible moves. Eventually you decided to take the exposed queen of spades, tucking it between the ten and king of the same suit, and discard the seemingly random six of hearts.

"Very good choice," Digger stated loudly as he squeezed your hip, "Yeh might get good at this yet." He reached forward, grabbing the unmarked bottle of brown liquor that sat on the table and refilled his glass, "Yeh deserve a drink for that one." You took the glass in two hands and cautiously looked around the table.

"Don't worry, we won't tell your aunt," Peter finally stated with a wave of his hand.

Lifting the glass to you lips, you took a much more cautious sip than you had before. You grimaced slightly at the initial taste but enjoyed the warm feeling as the liquid traveled to your stomach. "That's not bad," you mention with a nod, "I like it more than the other stuff." Lifting the glass you took another sip of the amber liquid.

"I warned yeh about the grain alcohol," Digger teased, causing the other men to erupt with laughter. You could feel your face burning though you weren't sure if it was from the liquor or embarrassment.

Placing your hands flat on the table you pushed yourself up, rising from Digger's lap and releasing yourself from his grasp. "I should go to sleep," you announced, taking your time to say goodnight to James, Peter and Jean Claude, making a point to ignore the man behind you before leaving to your small bedroom.

PART 2 - PART 3

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A/N: Honestly, I had a dream similar to this. Can you even imagine my insane smile when I woke up?

Words: 1739 Warnings: burglary

It was late when you finally stepped through the threshold of your apartment and kicked off your shoes, sighing in a relieved manner when you did. This day had been exhausting, working extra hours nerve-wrecking.

You couldn’t wait to take a hot bath and relax a little, maybe even opening that bottle of wine you had gotten from your colleagues for your birthday last week. After all, you deserved a little peace after this energy-draining day.

Sighing once more, you headed straight to the bathroom to open the water tap and fill your bathtub with deliciously hot water, adding your favourite Lush bath bomb in the process before starting to undress.

Your work clothes weren’t exactly uncomfortable, but after sitting in the office for so long, they felt like a second skin, sticky and sweaty and glued onto you as if they were trying to choke you.

Then finally, after you had stripped stark naked, you climbed into your white bathtub, closing the tap and soon after your eyes with relish as you did. The hot water embraced you immediately, the scents of the bath bomb clouding your thoughts.

Work was outside this room now. It was just you and the soft sounds of water splashing against your naked form—and an oddly strange sound coming from your living room right opposite the door.

What the hell was that? Normally at this time, it was almost eerily quiet in the whole building. Was it your drunk neighbour again, mistaking his apartment with yours? It wouldn’t be the first time. Anyway, you couldn’t just leave him be.

Growling in an annoyed manner, you got up again, reluctantly wrapping a clean towel around your body to cover your most intimate parts—and ignoring how your now wet skin formed a puddle underneath your feet—and then peeked out of the small gap between the bathroom door and the threshold.

Your eyes widened in shock when you spotted not your dizzy neighbour but a complete stranger roaming through your apartment. The window was open—he must have broken in by using a prise bar and it was obvious he was looking for money or any other valuable things.

You were pretty sure that soon, he would find your purse you had tossed onto the couch carelessly when you had left for the bathroom. In it were not only car keys and your wallet with quite a few bank notes but also, much to your discontent, your mobile phone.

You couldn’t even lock yourself in the bathroom and call the police while he was searching for prey. Again, while chewing on your lower lip, you looked in his direction, attempting to make out his features in the dark—of course you hadn’t bothered to turn on the light.

He must have thought you were asleep already then.

His features were intimidating. A dark beard decorated his face, his full lips parted as he sneaked around the room. One of his hands was covered in a glove, on the other, he wore a precious looking ring on his pinkie finger.

Dark and worn-out boots as well as a pair of battered jeans and a blue jacket with a couple of letters forming the word Captain right across his chest completed his strange appearance. If you hadn’t known better, you would have laughed out loud, for certainly, he looked both handsome and ridiculous.

Still, this wasn’t the time. You needed to act, so what would you do? What was safe enough to ensure you would survive this encounter? Breathing heavily, you forced yourself to remain calm. Panicking wouldn’t help, it could only make this worse.

Briefly you wondered whether you would be fast enough to run—right out of your apartment and into your neighbour’s home to call the police. Another option was locking yourself in the bathroom and hoping he would leave again, fuck your wallet and mobile phone.

There wasn’t time for you to make a decision though. Just when you took a step back in fear, the stranger’s gaze suddenly darted across the room, then locking with yours.

Cold and chilly shivers ran down your spine as his blue eyes bore into yours, panic surging through you like electricity. It hit you like a painful blow in the face—somebody had broken into your apartment with the intention to steal your belongings and now, this somebody had discovered you watching him.

As quickly as you tried to back off and lock the door, the stranger reacted. Just before you could snap it shut, he pulled out a metal object from one of the many pockets of his dark grey coat and threw it at you—or rather, the door. A sharp and metal boomerang. So that’s what he had used to open the window.

He succeeded, for it got stuck and bought him just enough time to approach you and grab your wrist in a brutal manner.

Chuckling, he yanked you forward and out of the safe bathroom, pressing you against the near wall and watching in an amused manner how you struggled with holding the towel close to your body with only one hand, for he held the other above your head, his grip even tightening when you attempted to move away.

His body was huge, muscly and as intimidating as the rest of him. It was no effort for him at all to keep you firmly against the cold surface. When you finally gave up and stared daggers at him in a rather terrified manner, he chuckled once more.

“Sorry, luv, did I interrupt yah at somethin’?” His blue gaze drifted down your barely covered body, causing you to lift up your knee to hit him right in his crown jewels. He simply blocked you, seeing it coming already. It was hard to divine he had combat experience.

“You bet you did! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?! Get the fuck out or I’ll call the police!” You screamed bravely, wondering where that sudden adrenalin rush came from. But right now, it didn’t matter. For all you knew, the man could do whatever he pleased with you and nobody would be able to stop him.

“The police? Yah gonnah need a phone fah that,” He grinned at you, showing off a golden tooth in the process. “An’ unless yah got one hidden between those quite remarkable pretty cans a’ yours, I doubt this’ll work out fah yuh.”

“Ugh!” The exhausted noise that escaped your lips was supposed to sound disgusted, strangely, however, his throaty voice was turning you on instead. What the fuck was wrong with you? Was this some kind of weird fantasy you had but had never known of?

Still, you were utterly scared. What if he killed you to get rid of any witnesses? With his looks, he was oddly conspicuous, you could recall his looks in an instant if asked by the police.

“Please, just don’t,” You started though you weren’t even sure what you asked him not to do. “I’ll give you my money but I don’t have any jewellery. At least no real jewellery.”

The stranger cocked his eyebrow, his grin growing even wider.

“I would’ve taken yah money eithah way, luv, yah do realise that?”

“I figured it!” You spat through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. This man was anything but a common burglar. He was cocky, mocking you and enjoying it thoroughly. The more you thought about it, the more you came to the conclusion that he didn’t actually pose a threat to you, that he wasn’t interested in you, in raping or killing you.

You were simply there, at the wrong place at the wrong time and apparently, he was utterly amused.

“But yah know what yah could do fah me, luv? I kinda need a place tah crash at fah the night.”

Instantly, your eyes widened in shock as you struggled once more. He still had you pressed against the cool wall, your towel sliding dangerously low.

“Are you insane? No! Fuck off! Take my fucking money if you must but then leave me alone! Please!”

“Knock it off, luv, I ain’t gonnah hurt yah. I’ll just borrow yah couch fah a bit. I can even make yah breakfast, if yah want. I’m a fair cooker, yah know.”

Hesitating, you silenced. If you allowed him to stay—or rather—obliged him… would it do any good? No. Was it crazy and dangerous? Yes.

On the other hand, if you just locked your bedroom door overnight or even better, called the police once he had fallen asleep?

“Fine,” You replied then, biting your lower lip and avoiding his gaze. “You can stay. But I get to keep my money and you won’t touch the fridge until I’m up, are we clear?”

The stranger chuckled once more as he finally let go of you, having you stumble forward a bit. Your towel almost dropped as you desperately tried to grab it and wrapped it tightly around your body again.

“I stay, I keep yah money an’ I’ll eat as much as I like, got it.” He teased, winking at you in the process and making you clench your fists angrily. “Oh, and,” Taking a step back, he grabbed a hold of your purse, finding your mobile phone and letting it slide right into one of his many pockets.

“I’ll get tah keep that, tah. Don’t want yah tah shop me tah the cops, now do we? The name’s Captain Boomerang by the way. Pleasure tah meet yah, (Y/N).” He winked once more but it wasn’t the fact he knew your name that caused the warning bells ringing in your head.

You had heard about this man. A famous Australian bank robber fighting with boomerangs and lately known for his rather heroic acts as an involuntary member of the Suicide Squad. They had told you there were all locked up again! How was this man standing right in front of you? How had he managed to escape?

“So yah know me,” He stated dryly after an uncomfortable silence had spread in the living room, with you gulping at the Aussie with widened eyes.

“Yuh were a nice surprise, gottah admit that,” His eyes scanned your half naked body once more before his wicked grin returned. “We’re gonnah have a lot a’ fun togethah, luv, I promise.”

[equalstrashflavoredtrash]

Meatballs - 2

PART 1

a/n: 🎶 on top of spaghetti~~ 🎵 all covered in smut~~ 🎶

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Warnings: ALL SMUT. THIS THIS ALL SMUT. (have fun)

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 3,763

2. The Visit 

Yawning as she stood upright, Luce kicked the door to the front loading dryer shut and turned the knob to start. Shuffling down the hall while the machine started to rumble, she absently tugged at the hem of her camisole, pulling it further down over the waistband of her shorts, even though she knew it would ride up again soon.

It was Monday, her first day off and after working both Saturday and Sunday night shifts at the bar. She was prepared to spend today doing nothing but lounging around in her pajamas. Reclining back on the couch she grabbed at her bowl of popcorn, taking a handful to munch on as she watched another rerun of 'I Love Lucy'. She pretty much had the house to herself today, though Uncle Manny and his dog, Howard were both present, they were fast asleep across the room and she knew they would be for awhile.

Luce was well into an episode and enjoying herself, laughing at the other Lucy's antics when a knock came at the door. With a groan she climbed out from her cocoon of blankets and crossed into the kitchen.

"Just a second," she called as they knocked again, and she cursed the impatient postman in her head. "What do you need me to sign?" She asked, opening the door. Raising her eyes, Luce found herself looking at not a delivery man, but an Australian man. Standing before her with a smirk was the guest who had been so graciously kicked out of last week's spaghetti dinner.

"Can I come in?" Digger asked, taking his time to study what she was wearing. Already he could feel his jeans becoming tight at the sight of her.

With a roll of her eyes, Luce stepped to the side, letting the man into the kitchen. "Why are you here?" she asked as he paused, shifting his heavy overcoat off his shoulders and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Just make yourself at home," she commented hoping he'd catch the sarcasm as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest, very aware of the fact that she was wearing a tight shirt with no bra.

"Gladly," he replied with a wink as he turned towards her, "Truth is I saw yeh brother's truck was gone, so I thought I'd stop by to return something."

"Return what?" Luce's brow wrinkled with confusion, not sure what he was talking about while watching him reach into his jeans' front pocket.

"I believe these are your's," Digger teased, revealing a pair of blue panties in his hand. He laughed, watching her eyes going wide in reaction, "I was hoping I could trade them in for a fresh pair."

"Give me those!" Luce ordered, reaching forward to grab at the underwear. Digger quickly lifted his arm, holding them over his head and well out of her grasp. Annoyed and not thinking, Luce tried to jump and reach but still failed.

"Told yeh, I'll trade," he repeated, enjoying the view as she hopped, keeping herself braced with a hand against his stomach.

"My dresser is not a lending library," Luce shot at him with a huff as she stepped back, recognizing the futility in her attempts. The man was almost half a foot taller than her, and short of finding a stool, it was not likely she'd be able to reach that far above his head.

"I'm not picky, luv," he began, lowering his arm, "I'll take what's in the hamper."

"Oh, bad luck," Luce taunted, tilting her head to the side as she leaned back, resting her hands on the edge of the counter behind her, "Everything's in the wash."

"How 'bout the pair you got on?" he smirked thinking he had her. Luce looked away for a second, debating if she should respond honestly.

"Who said I was wearing any?" she replied, biting her lip, "I told you, it's laundry day."

It took every bit of Digger's self control to not jump on her right there. Instead he chose to challenge her, "Prove it."

"I don't have to prove anything to you," he could tell by her impish tone that she was playing with him like a cat toys with a mouse, but Digger was no mouse and he was more than eager to show her so.

"Aww, come on darl'," he goaded, stepping forward, bringing his hand to her hip. As his fingers just barely touched her side she let out an involuntary squeak and giggle, shifting slightly away from his touch. His crooked smirk deepened as he recognized the newly found leverage he had over her. "You one of them ticklish Shelias, then?" he questioned as he lifted both hands to her sides, letting his fingers dance over the cotton of her cami. Biting her inner cheek, Luce fought back the giggles building in reaction to his touch.

Wrapping her hands around Digger's forearms, she tried to push him away, closing her eyes to avoid his gaze as she let out small gasps and laughs every time one of his fingers made contact. He moved closer as he continued to tease her sides.

"Cut it out," Luce finally forfeited between laughs, clinging to his biceps as his hands halted, shifting to grab at her waist instead. She kept her eyes closed, feeling his body heat as he stepped towards her. Biting her lip, Luce fought back a moan as Digger leaned in, his warm breath skimming over her cheek before he pushed his hips into hers, his obvious erection pressing against her stomach.

Her eyes shot open with the sudden contact as she felt a pulse between her legs in response. Luce gasped without meaning to as Digger held her close, grinding his hips against hers. Half lidded, her gaze drifted to his mouth and that became all she could focus on, watching the light glinting off the tip of his gold tooth which peeked out between his lips as he smirked.

In a trance Luce reached up, running her fingers through the bushy, uneven mutton chops on either side of his face, bringing him closer. A groan rumbled from his chest as he let one hand slide down across her bottom while the other kept her pressed against him. Standing on the balls of her feet, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to the side before taking his lips with hers. Digger tightened his grip, squeezing her ass as he returned the kiss with fervor.

His facial hair scratched her skin as he parted his mouth, his tongue skimming across her bottom lip. Following suit, she opened her mouth in return as she reached up, tugging at the curls on the back of his head, eliciting another groan from him as his tongue explored her mouth.

Luce felt dizzy as he quickly pulled away, giving her no time to ask questions before he wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting her over his shoulder. Letting out an involuntary yelp, Luce suddenly found herself upside down and staring at his back.

"What are you doing?" she hissed as he started walking, heading towards the hallway.

"Goin' ta yer room," he stated like it was obvious. "Don't want'a wake up ya gramps when ya start screaming," he explained, lightly slapping her ass as he carried her.

"How do you know where my room is?" she challenged, bracing her arms against his back to keep herself upright and stop the blood rushing to her head.

"Gave myself a tour during the party." Even if she couldn't see his face, Luce could hear his grin while he spoke.

"That explains how you got my underwear," she huffed as he opened the bedroom door, "What else did you take?"

Letting the door slam shut behind him, Digger lowered Luce to her feet. "Don't worry, darl' just ya knickers," he revealed, watching her adjust the hem of her shirt. "Now, where were we?" he asked, stepping in closer.

An excitement hummed through Luce as he approached her, hunching forward to capture her lips. Blindly, she fumbled with the zipper to his track jacket, tugging at the bit of metal before pushing the jersey fabric over his shoulders.

Breaking away from the kiss, Luce gasped, "Oh my god," as she ran her hands over his biceps, amazed by the size now that she could see his bare arms.

With a chuckle Digger reached up, grabbing at the back of his shirt collar before pulling the navy tank over his head in a fluid motion, the gold chains he wore clinking against each other with the movement. Luce gnawed on her bottom lip as she watched, eyeing his physique and the way the muscles shifted under his skin with his movements. Without hesitation she grabbed his arms, turning him around and guiding him to the bed where she pushed him to sit down on the edge.

Tugging the elastic from her wrist, Luce quickly gathered her hair, pulling it back in a messy bun as Digger kicked off his boots. Dropping to her knees, she situated herself between his legs, sliding her hands along his inner thighs and holding his gaze. Without looking away, she gave him a coquettish smile and reached for his belt buckle.

After unzipping his jeans, she slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers, revealing his erection. He was stiff as a board with precum already weeping from the tip as she eyed his notable size. Wrapping her hand around the base, she ran her tongue along the underside before taking his head into her mouth. Spiraling her tongue around his gland, she could feel a gush between her legs as he groaned. Letting his head roll back, Digger focused on the feeling of her mouth around him, sucking and pulling as she moved her head. Slowly Luce pushed forward, taking her time, taking him further into her mouth and letting her jaw adjust to the size as she bobbed.

Digger hissed, reveling in the warmth of her gob around his dick with her fluid movements. He ran his hand along her scalp, pushing the stray hairs out of her face when she finally managed to take his entire length. "Oh fuck," Digger groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as the head of his cock brushed the back of her throat. Luce tried her best to maintain but quickly needed to pull back, gasping slightly for air. Digger could feel himself twitch, watching her take shallow, panting breaths as a small line of spit trailed from her lips to the tip of his dick while she continued to grasp the base of him.

"In my experience," Digger began, his voice deep and husky as he guided her on to his lap, studying her with his pale blue eyes while he licked his bottom lip, "A bird only gets that good at sucking a guy off with practice." Luce simpered at his comment as she rested her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him. "Makes me wonder what yer big brothah would say if he knew you had such a talent."

"What John doesn't know, won't hurt him," she indicated with a smirk as Digger ran his hands up her legs, letting the rough callouses on his fingers tickle the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. "Just like he doesn't need to know about you."

"So I'm yer dirty lil' secret, then?" Digger chafed with a smirk, sliding his palms along her stomach, letting the the hem of her shirt bunch under his fingers as his hands continued to to wander north.

"Dirty? Yes. But Little? No," she replied with a shake of her head, "No, there's nothing about you I'd call little." Shifting her hips, she let her center press against his erection through the cotton of her shorts. Digger groaned at the contact as Luce raised her arms, allowing him to pull her camisole over her head before discarding it on the floor. Instantly he leaned forward taking her nipple between his lips, feeling it pebble as he teased her with his tongue.

Luce let out a low moan when he cupped her other breast. Fondling her soft flesh, Digger savored the way she fit so perfectly into his grasp. She dug her nails into his shoulders and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Oh, Digger," she hummed into his ear, letting her fingers drift up to play with his hair.

Releasing her nipple, Digger left a trail of wet kisses across her sternum as he mumbled against her skin, "call me Captain, luv." Luce laughed at his request, urging him to lift his head by tugging on his curls.

"What?" she asked with a chuckle, "Like on your jacket? Do you really love soccer that much?" Moving his hips, Digger rolled to the side, pinning Luce between him and the comforter.

"I'll show ya why they call me Captain," he growled as he hovered over her. "And it ain't because of sports or the tattoo on me ass," he teased, as he leaned forward, bring his mouth close to her ear, moving his hand to tickle at the skin just above her waistband. "It's because I'm going to fuck you so hard, it'll leave a dent in the mattress," he boasted.

Luce could feel herself getting wet at just his words as he began to tug at her shorts, pulling them down her legs while he leaned back. Slowly he let his eyes travel across her form, hungrily taking in the details of how she laid, splayed out beneath him. He studied the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath while biting her lip in anticipation.

"You dirty liar," he chided when his eyes came to rest on the pair of striped panties she wore. He pulled at the elastic and quickly yanked her underwear off her body before stuffing them into the front pocket of his jeans as she giggled. "I'm keeping these," he stated before kicking off his own pants and boxers while Luce watched with a smile she couldn't wipe off her face, gently brushing her fingers along the sides of her breast.

Digger froze for a moment as he gazed at her eager and willing, just waiting for him. He moved on instinct, pushing himself between her legs. He enjoyed how her body fit so perfectly against his as he squeezed her breast and buried his face into the crook of her neck. Nipping at the skin over her aorta, he pushed his hips forward, easily guiding himself into her with a hard thrust.

"Yer cunt's so tight," Digger hissed as Luce moaned in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside of her. He hardly gave her a chance to adjust to his intrusive size before pulling nearly all the way back, leaving just his tip inside her as he spoke. "Tell me what you want," he ordered as he bit at her collarbone, bracing himself with a hand on either side of her head so he hovered just above her.

"I want you," she replied quickly, absently tugging at his shoulders, trying to bring him closer.

"What do you say?" he prompted, keeping his arms stiff.

"I want you to fuck me," Luce answered, pausing as she looked him in the eye. "Captain, please," she whined and he gave in. With a hard jerk of his hips, Digger pushed forward, sinking into her. He let out a low groan at the feeling of the tight warmth of her. Pausing, he dipped his his head as he took a moment to enjoy the tense sensation of how her walls gripped him before he pulled back and slammed forward, setting a rapid pace as he moved against her.

Luce lifted a hand to her mouth, biting down on her fore knuckle to try and stifle her moans as she bounced with each of his thrusts. With a growl Digger grabbed at her wrists, pinning her arms to the bed on either side of her head.

"I want ya to yell my fucking name when ya come," he demanded as he shifted, slamming into her her harder than before. Luce could barely keep the sounds she made inside as he moved, the head of his dick rubbing the perfect spot along her inner walls.

"Fu-uck," Luce moaned while he contined to force his hips against her at an unrelenting pace. "Captain-," she gasped, while rolling her head back, clenching her eyes shut and missing his self satisfied smirk as she arched into him. Sliding his hand between them, Digger reached for her clit, pressing hard against her bud of nerves with his broad thumb.

With a yell Luce came undone. Her body tensed around Digger as he continued to move his hips. She went limp, caught in rapture as she let the waves of bliss wash over her, radiating out from her middle. The feeling of her walls spasming around his cock almost did him in. Leaning back, he pulled himself out from within her before stroking his shaft until he came with a low growl. Luce watched excitedly while he finished, his face and body tense as he pumped his hand til he released, his cum landing on her stomach.

"Fuck," Digger groaned as he dropped forward, catching himself with his hand so he hovered above Luce.

"Grab me a tissue," she giggled, slapping at his shoulder, "there's a box on the side table."

Sitting back on his knees, Digger was still in a post-orgasm haze as he looked to the left spotting the box. He easily reached over pulling out two sheets before turning his attention back to her. Without comment he used the tissues to mop up the mess he'd made on her belly.

"Cleaning up your own cum?" Luce asked in a light voice, "You're such a gentlemen." Digger didn't respond, instead he balled the dirty kleenex and tossed it at her face before flopping down onto the mattress next to her.

Luce rolled over, resting her chin on his pectoral as his chest rose and fell with each deep breath. She played with the hair on his abdomen, smiling to herself as she studied his profile and enjoyed the quiet moment. Keeping his eyes shut, Digger bent his elbow, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, drawing small circles with his thumb on her skin. They laid together for a moment, resting with each other.

"Ready for round two, yet?" Digger asked, looking to where her head rested on him.

"I've been waiting for you," Luce returned, pinching his chest hairs and tugging. Digger winced before swatting her hand away. He began to sit up when she froze, her gaze immediately jerking to the door. "Did you hear that?" she hissed, her voice uneasy.

"Hear what?" Digger scowled, not understanding why her mood had suddenly changed.

"I heard a car pull into the drive," she explained looking back at him, "you need to go." Digger groaned as she pushed him to sit up. He pulled on his boxers while she moved to collect his boots. "Hurry," she spurred as he picked up his jeans.

"Just let me get dressed, alright?" he said before she cut him off, pulling the pair of pants from his grasp.

"We don't have time for that now, you need to go climb out the window," she insisted, pushing at his chest while pointing to the window on the wall next to her bed. Since this was not Digger's first time having to hastily sneak out a girl's window, he was quite adept at it and able to easily drop to the grass without injury. She was quick to follow him to the window, tossing out his shoes and jeans. He gathered his trousers and pulled them on, carelessly stuffing his feet into his boots as Luce scrambled to gather his clothes from her bedroom floor.

As she leaned out the window to toss the rest of his belongings down, she spotted Digger standing half naked with his pants still unzipped, holding her pair of underpants to his nose as he looked up at her. Luce blushed at the sight before throwing his shirt and jacket at him.

"Nothin' beats the smell of a ripe cunt, darl. I'm not cleanin' me knob or these knickers," he called with a smirk as he held her gaze.

"That's disgusting," she shot back, leaning over the window sill, "and a good way to guarantee that I'll never touch your dick again."

Digger pulled a pained expression as he place his hand flat over the right side of his chest, "You're heartless, luv."

"Go take a shower," she chided, rolling her eyes and pulling down the window pane, leaving Digger to pick up his clothes before running off. After locking the window, Luce climbed under the covers, pulling the sheets up to her chin as she tried to steady her breathing, feigning sleep. Luce could hear the footsteps coming down the hall and prayed they would walk past her door. Her hopes were dashed by the sound of the doorknob twisting open.

"You want to tell me why this was in my kitchen?" Antia asked as Luce turned, peeking over her shoulder. Her sister-in-law stood in the doorway to her room with a hand on her hip, tapping her foot as she held out a worn, dark blue overcoat.

Luce gave a sheepish grin as she sat up, the covers dropping slightly to reveal her bare shoulders. Anita shook her head, all of her questioned answered.

"You better hide this before your brother gets home," she advised as she crossed the room, dropping the jacket onto Luce's bed.

"Thank you, I will," Luce replied in a meek voice. "I'm going to take a nap, so when John comes back tell him not to bother me," she requested as Anita stood at the door.

"Don't worry, I've got you. I'll just tell him you feel sick," she replied with a wave of her hand before pulling the door shut.

Once she was alone, Luce quickly jumped up, grabbing the jacket and throwing it over her shoulders. Sliding her arms into the sleeves, she pushed back the cuffs and grabbed at her comforter, crawling underneath, snuggling into her bed to rest. She smiled to herself, enjoying the smell and warmth of his jacket as she drifted off to sleep.

PART 1