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#george harkness x male reader
https-wildchaos · 2 months
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boomerang w a s/o that clings to him like a backpack 🥹 or is just super affectionate in general
a/n;; ah yes the pinnacle of fluff, physical touch
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ss:ktlj george "digger" harkness / captain boomerang x male reader
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“ Surprise Ride ”
the infamous thief was either hated or feared by some, specially some other prisoners on his cell but everyone knew he had that special soft spot reserved for his one and only m/n, the two could never be seen without each other, some speculated that digger was the more affectionate one but that was proved wrong on the first few missions they've been togheter on.
— "you tired yet hun?" he asked affectionately as they walked through a street, looking at m/n with a soft gaze on his eyes while his lover nodded. "ye want that piggyback now bud?" the aussie asked him to which the other jumped onto digger almost making him fall directly to the floor. george let out a groan before catching your hips on his side, carrying them gently like if you were a child. "all good, papas here." boomer said sarcastic before chuckling but he shut up quickly after you hit him in the head gently.
he carried you until you both reached the chopper to go to the next location on the mission, having everyone wait for you two while you just slept easily at the others one back. "aww, the cute little lovebirds did infact make it back!" harley said before Deadshot groaned before giving her some of his secret contraband he was going to keep after this mission. "you guys placed bets on this cuties life?" digger would reply angrily before he set you down on a chair by his side while you lazily woke up. "you're worried about us betting on m/n but not worried about placing bets on that stupid ass head of yours?" deadshot replied, slightly confused.
"of course! you can humiliate me but don't do anything to him."
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rodolfoparras · 3 months
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Thinking about Digger happily fucking anywhere and everywhere especially after a mission, with post mission adrenaline running through his veins, uncaring if someone hears or sees him as obscene words spill from his lips, directing you how to fuck him- to go harder - faster, telling you how good you’re making him feel, fucking back onto you til the sound of skin slapping together is as loud as the sounds he’s making
And if someone were to walk by and see or hear, he wouldn’t even care, would feel himself getting more turned on by the sight the two of you must make, with him down on all four, naked as the day he was born, and tightly skewed onto your cock, unable to do anything but to smile up at the stranger
Maybe he’d manage to mutter something witty in between thrusts, like asking you if the stranger should join in but you quickly shut him up with a harsh thrust , his mind once again turning hazy as he loses himself in the feeling of being so throughly fucked
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gilverrwrites · 1 month
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Quick and Dirty
Pairing: Captain Boomerang/Reader
Digger has an idea, it involves highly inappropriate usage of the Speed Force Gauntlet. (Please ignore the fact that the gauntlet doesn't actually extend to the fingers - at least i'm pretty sure it doesn't)
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Rating: 18+
Words: >800
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Content: Established relationship, coercion (kinda), handjob, vibrations, dirty talk, spit, swearing.
Please remember: to do the things that make you happy.
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“No. Fucking. Way.” You warn, leaning back against the wall and crossing your arms defensively. “You keep that thing away from me.”
“Oh, come on, Darlin’.” Digger is still smiling, crooked, confident, casual. He gestures to the speed gauntlet strapped to his other arm. “It’s perfectly safe. You’ve seen me usin’ it.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You examine the glove in question. It would be a lie to say you weren’t intrigued. You didn’t know much about the speed force beyond whatever half-truths Digger rambled on about, it seemed intricate, and unsafe. But Boomerang was a good lay, and he’d used that thing to save your skin in the field more than once, so you were willing to tentatively hear him out. “If that thing goes off midway, I don’t want my bits going with it.”
“That won’t happen… Probably.” Concern did flash across his face briefly, but it was quickly hidden by his usual bravado. He stepped closer to you, not quite close enough to touch, but enough that you could smell him, that you could feel the high energy radiating from him. Or maybe that was the gauntlet. “Have a little faith in ol’ Boomer, aye. I’ll treat you right, make you feel real good.”
“Okay… but if anything happens to mine.” You point to your crotch before gesturing to the growing erection in Digger's trousers. “I’m using yours as target practice.”
That might have been a boner killer for other men, but Digger's enthusiasm when it comes to sex or showing off knows no bounds, and this is a perfect opportunity for both. His eyes glint with mischief, with victory. He licks his lips, and you know there’s no backing out now, you’re fucked.
Digger maintains eye contact as he reaches out, there’s no pleasantries. He makes quick work undoing your trousers, hooking his gloved fingers in your boxers, and pulling them both down until they’re positioned halfway down your thighs.
“What, no foreplay?” You challenge, raising your brows at him.
“You’re not gonna need it.” The look he gives you is so coy, so amused. It should fuel your cynicism, but it looks hot on him. “But, since ya asked so nicely, I guess I can spare a lil somethin’.”
He rests his unarmed hand on the wall beside you and leans in, occupying your lips with his. You’re only allowed a moment to enjoy it before you feel the brisk metal finger plates of the gauntlet wrap around your half hard cock. You hiss at the contact, and Digger pulls his hand back immediately.
“Sorry bout that. Shoulda warmed it up first.” His expression flips to sheepish as he brushes his fingers against his scarf. He blows on it a few times before spitting into his palm and continuing. “Right, let’s try that again.”
He resumes the position, one hand on the wall, one hand slinking back between your legs, and his face just inches from yours. The temperature has barely improved, but he’s able touch your dick without causing you to flinch this time.
You’re still underwhelmed as he starts slowly pumping up and down your shaft. To give him a fighting chance, you close your eyes, hoping it will help you focus on the feeling.
“Aye, no no no. Keep your eyes open.” As you follow his instruction, you hear a quiet whizzing from below, a lesser sound than the gauntlet's normal powering up. “I wanna watch your reaction.”
Then it hits you, an intense pulsing, jerking you at an impossible speed. The wall prevents you from being able to roll your head back, so you stare at Digger, wide-eyed as your body tingles and burns.
“Shhhhiiiiit, you like that.” His voice is dripping with fervour, and it only serves to add an extra level of throbbing to your cock. Already approaching your climax, you’re unable to find the words to respond, instead fisting your hands around Digger's leather lapels in anticipation. “You reallllly like that, don’t ya?”
A nod is all you can manage as you begin to jerk and quiver, hitting your climax in record time. It’s hot and searing, like lightning is running through your whole body. Seemingly endless ropes of cum spills between your bodies, sullying both your clothes and the gauntlet.
The tips of your fingers and toes, among other things, are still twitching as you start to catch your breath moments later. You can barely comprehend whatever Digger is prattling on about. He’s waving the gauntlet around, his arm moving so fast you can’t make it out. There’s lots of brash laughter and ‘I told ya so’s. You’re finally able to fully tune in as he in as he declares; “We have gotta do that again, soon.”
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z0mbieb0ybyersblog · 5 months
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canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)
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character list
bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!
DOCTOR WHO
Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble
RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE
Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea
TED LASSO
Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton
STRANGER THINGS
Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson
THE OUTSIDERS
Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston
MARVEL
Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff
[more to be added]
911 FOX
Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han
STAR WARS
Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
[more to be added]
HARRY POTTER
— golden trio era
Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy
— marauders era
Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black
[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]
— legacy era
Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt
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littlenahsstuff · 11 months
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Requests open!
What I write:
Only x reader
No male reader but all will be gender neutral unless specified otherwise when requested
No smut for now
Fluff
Angst
Darkfics (again no smut though)
Poly
Who I wrote for: (if not on this list you can still ask me)
-MCU
Natasha Romanov
Wanda Maximoff
Agatha Harkness
Kate Bishop
Yelena Belova
-Resident Evil: Village
Alcina Dimitrescu
Donna Beneviento
Bela Dimitrescu
Cassandra Dimitrescu
Daniela Dimitrescu
Mother Miranda
-Slashers
Tiffany Valentine
Amanda Young/The Pig
Laurie Strode(ik she ain’t but she’s in the genre)
-Abbot Elementary
Melissa Schemmenti
Janine Teagues
Ava Coleman
-Mean Girls
Regina George
Janis Caplan
Cady Heron
-Sarah Paulson
Pretty much any character besides Bette and Dot, TB Karen, and Mamie. Not exclusive to AHS
-Avatar the Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra
Azula
Katara
Kuvira
Korra
Asami
Lin Beifong
Kya
-Stardew valley
Abigail
Haley
Leah
Emily
Robin
Caroline
Sandy
-MISC.
Kara Danvers (Supergirl)
Lena Luther (supergirl)
Evelyn Deavor(Incredibles 2)
Other, I might do the character you want if I’ve heard of them
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He’s a Challenge
George “Digger” Harkness x Reader
Fandom: DC Extended Universe
Summary: In all your years fighting crime, and specifically, Captain Boomerang, you never knew his actual name…until you found out it was the one written on your wrist all along.
Note: This is my first time (I believe?) writing for Digger, so if you have any feedback, it’d be much appreciated. I’ve had a crush on this man since high school and the new TSS movie reawakened my love for him lol.
Warnings: None?
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader Is: Female, but if you want me to rewrite another version for male or gender neutral reader, let me know!
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It was a routine mission. Or, well, it should have been. When the distress call went off, you and the rest of your team suited up and booked it. Routine jewelry store robbery. And based on the everything of the situation, that narrowed it down to pretty much one suspect: Captain Boomerang.
So, without too much struggle, you caught up to where he was, standing in an alleyway.
“This again? Really? I thought you were reformed, Boomer.” You floated down closer to him, your entire body glowing with pure power.
“Sorry, sheila. What can I say, I’ve always got my eye on the prize.” He shrugged, his golden tooth glinting when he grinned his rugged smile.
“Yeah, yeah.” The energy of your powers wrapped around his ankles, effectively trapping him place. Whisps of energy drifted around your fingertips and your eyes glowed with power. With the flick of your wrist, you pulled the boomerangs from his vest and they clattered to the pavement.
“Now come on, mate, where’s the fair fight in that?” He sighed and as you got closer, his playful smirk fell, morphing into something softer, a look you hadn’t ever seen on his face.
“Sorry, Boomer. This is just the way it is.” You shrugged, a sad look behind your eyes.
“You got him?” Your brother, River, the leader of your team who went by the name Evergreen.
“Your little girlfriend beat you to it, Minty Fresh.” Boomer rolled his eyes as River got out the cuffs.
“Gross.” You grimaced.
“He’s not your…?”
“He’s my brother.” You said quietly while River secured him. “So…gross.”
Captain Boomerang smirked at that. “So you’re saying I’ve got a chance then, sheila.”
You scoffed. “Not likely.”
“But it wasn’t a no…?”
“Alright, enough of that.” River scolded. The two of you wrapped things up while the rest of your siblings tied up the rest of the loose ends. And once Captain Boomerang was, once again, safely in prison, the rest of you went back to your headquarters.
You wound down for the night, changing out of your armor and into some comfy pajamas. You made yourself some tea and sat down in front of the TV, your legs crossed beneath you.
“Good work tonight.” Your sister, Rose, perched on the armrest of the couch, a mug of tea in her hand as well. “You got him pretty quick.”
“He’s predictable.” You chuckled, shrugging. “For whatever reason, I can always tell where he’s gonna be.”
“Weird.”
“Yeah.” You agreed, sipping your tea. You rolled up your sleeve, and lo and behold, there was your soulmate tattoo, scrawled onto your arm in some very messy handwriting. You didn’t know anything about them, really, aside from their name, George Harkness. Sometimes you wondered when you’d cross paths, if you hadn’t already. Being a superhero, it was likely you had met him at some point and never even known it, probably during one of the bigger, world-threatening events that seemed almost commonplace to you now.
You scrolled through your notifications and then set your phone on the coffee table.
River walked into the room, his phone up to his ear. “Yeah, change of plans, (Y/N).” He looked up at you. “You’ve gotta go to Belle Reve to pick him up again.”
“What? Why?” You asked, but as soon as you did, you got that sinking feeling in your stomach.
“Apparently, the name written on his wrist is yours.”
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You didn’t know what to wear to go pick up a criminal who just so happened to be your soulmate. There was no manual for this sort of thing. And it wasn’t like you were strangers, exactly. He hadn’t seen your face under your mask, sure, but you had bantered back and forth on quite a few occasions while you were kicking each other’s asses. You still had a scar from one of his boomerangs on your forearm.
It was weird to think about. Fate. Soulmates. The whole concept. Especially with the divide between you and him. You were a superhero, a protector of good, a guardian of the people, someone with great power. He was a jewel thief, albeit a good one.
You picked out something cute and casual, but something that matched the color scheme of your uniform so he’d, hopefully, get the hint, and went to Belle Reve.
The security guards were skeptical of you, but didn’t give you any trouble. You were escorted personally to the door of his cell. “Boomerang, you have a visitor!” The guard banged his fist against the door.
“A visitor?”
You listened to the way his voice lifted at that news.
“Well, let them in, why don’t you?”
The guard unlocked the door and you walked inside to find Captain Boomerang lounging on his bed, a little plush pink unicorn leaned up against the wall. He studied you for a long moment, his eyebrows furrowed. It was kind of amusing, actually, that he didn’t recognize you without your wig and mask.
“Pretty little thing, aren’t ya? What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
“I’ve been here plenty of times, Boomer.” You chuckled, your arms crossing in front of you, a makeshift wall between the two of you. “Or don’t you recognize me out of uniform?”
His eyes widened in realization. “(Your superhero name)?”
“In the flesh.” You tilted your head and looked at him and then around his room. “They didn’t tell you I was coming, did they?”
“They didn’t.” He paused, studying your expression. “Why are you here?”
“I’m here to take you with me. It’s…complicated, but I’d rather explain once we get out of here.”
“Prison break?” He lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Not quite.” Amanda Waller’s voice broke you from your thoughts as she stood in the doorframe. “You’re lucky, Boomerang. I’m sure she’ll explain why.”
“You’re letting me go?”
“I don’t have much choice in the matter.” Waller didn’t sound too pleased talking about it. “Pack your things.” She put a hand on your shoulder. “If he gives you any trouble, you can always bring him back here.”
You hesitated, looking at Boomer and then back at Waller before replying, “I know he’s a challenge, but…I think I can handle him.”
You missed the smirk that crossed his face when you said it.
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Once his things were packed, he followed you out of the building, half expecting for it to all be one cruel prank at his expense, letting him get a taste of real, true, freedom only to pull him right back in.
You both boarded the small jet that belonged to your family. It was quick, efficient, and had been the gift of one Bruce Wayne.
Once you were seated in the back and the autopilot kicked in, he looked at you, a million questions drifting behind his eyes.
“Why the sudden change of heart? Just last night you dragged me back here.”
“They called my brother. Told me something about you I didn’t know.” You rolled up the sleeve of your shirt, uncovering where his name was written. “All this time fighting each other, I never knew your name. Your real one anyway. But, as it turns out, I’ve known it for a while, actually.”
“Is this a joke?” He asked, staring at the ink on your skin, taking off his jacket so he could get another good look at his own tattoo. He covered his ink with a large hand, hiding it from you. “What’s your name?”
“(Y/N) (L/N).” You replied, studying the look on his face. His skepticism melted into something softer that you couldn’t quite place.
“We’re soulmates?”
“Seems so.”
He looked at you and something in him sank a little. “You don’t seem thrilled.”
“I don’t know how to feel yet, George.” You teased, shaking your head. “I want to trust you—”
“But…?”
“But I barely know you.” You shrugged. “I’m gonna need time. You’re going to have to prove to me that you’re not just going to run away the first chance you get.”
His expression saddened. “You…you think I’d run away from you?”
“I mean…” You chuckled coldly. “You have in the past. About seven times, in fact.”
“But it’s…it’s different now, isn’t it?” He slowly, carefully reached for your hand, and though he expected you to rip it from his grasp, instead, you let him touch you, letting your wall down for the first time. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you, sheila. Hell, I’ve known you all this time and didn’t even know it. I’m not going to just throw that away.”
And you weren’t sure why, but when he said it, you believed him. You trusted him.
You slipped your hand further into his and let him curl his fingers tighter around yours. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to, but this was his second chance, a chance to prove to you that he was more than just a criminal. He was your soulmate. And he’d be damned if he treated you like anything less than a queen.
Part 2
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misc-oneshots · 7 years
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Wild life tour
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Request: What if the reader is upset over something so Digger decides to take it upon himself to make them smile. So he takes them on a tour of the “wild life” aka Suicide Squad. All the while making commentary like Steve Irwin. For Anon.
Words: 806
George ‘Digger’ Harkness/Captain Boomerang x Reader
This was really hard to write, it’s been YEARS since I watched anything like the late Steve Irwin – hope it’s okay!
“What is going on with your face?” Digger asked you again. “Would you piss off?” You snapped and leaned back against the alley wall. “I’m being nothing but nice.” Digger’s voice was high pitched and offended.
“Yeah well I don’t buy it,” You snapped and jabbed your thumb in Harley’s direction, “Go bother psycho Barbie and leave me alone.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his ratty coat, “Why are you being such a bitch?” You shook your head angrily, “Why am I being a bitch? Because I’m a hacker and on occasion, a hit woman, I’m not equipped to deal with this shit.” You pointed at your neck where the micro-bomb hid and then jabbed your finger in the direction of Slipknot’s headless body dangling in the air like a morbid piñata.
Digger scrunched in face in consideration before saying, “Well, what can you do?” “Just shut up Boomerang.” You snapped.
Ten minutes later you were still in the alleyway when Digger came to lean next to you and you both watched as two of the soldiers escorting you were enraptured watching Harley. Digger nudged you with his elbow, “Here we have a very exciting breed, not seen often in these parts, psychopathic blondie.” “What are you doing?” You asked. He put his finger up to his lips to quiet you and continued, “See the bright colours and excess flesh, now to prey it can be seen by as a mating ritual and lesser males will be taken in by the display. However, Blondie knows exactly what’s she’s doing and when they get too close.” Almost on cue, one of the soldiers went to slap Harley’s backside but didn’t get far as she swung her bat around right into the side of his head sending him crumpling to the ground.
“Crikey!” Digger exclaimed in your ear, “An impressive display of the strength of this species, you don’t want to find yourself on the end of that bat!”
You covered your mouth with your hand so that you rest of the squad couldn’t see your laughter and you half-heartedly swatted at Digger’s arm with your hand, “What are you doing?” “You’re being a moody bitch so I’m taking you on a wild life tour,” He explained, “You know, we are kinda known for them back home.” “You’re an idiot.” You told him. “That was in never in question.” He smirked and you both followed the soldiers out of the alley and into the streets. After a while of the monotony of walking, Digger drifted over to you again and nudged you with his elbow and nodded his head over to where Killer Croc was walking slightly ahead of you.
Digger winked at you, “Now see this poor bugger, well out of its natural environment, a beaut of a salt water croc.” “How do you know he’s a salt water?” You interrupted with a whisper. “He’s large and dangerous, now ssh and listen.” Digger hissed back before continuing, “Now you don’t wanna get within half of its body length when they’re near the water’s edge because that’s when they’re going to use those thick arms to launch themselves straight at your neck.”
Digger glanced around at your grin and then continued again, “Now, after we’re done here, we’re going to have to begin the careful process of transporting the croc back to its natural habitat. It’s going to take tremendous concentration, first we need to wrap a rope around the top jaw, then when we’re dragging him and he goes into death roll it’s all hands on deck to jump on the beast. It’s all about man power, one false move and you’re a goner, so that’s why you’re gonna want to let our guy Flag go first – just in case.” You laughed and nudged Digger playfully, all of your worries pushed to the back of your mind.
Digger smirked at you, “If there’s one piece of advice I can give you when dealing with a salty Croc its-”
You pulled at Digger’s coat sleeve to get his attention and gestured for him to shut up, he looked at you in confusion until he heard Killer Croc speak up, “No, carry on. Against yourself, you couldn’t stop your grin as the colour drained from Digger’s face and he turned to Killer Croc and squeaked, “Never grab a croc by the tail.”
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https-wildchaos · 2 months
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Oooh because you have asked for asks I’ll word vomit an idea I had!
Meeting boomer in a bar and he’s just his cocky self and tries to challenge you at pool or darts and he just keeps losing, then cheering him up with buying him a drink lol
a/n;; OH MY GOD HI!! I LOVE UR ART TY FOR THE ASK OH EM GEE YES YES AMAZING!!
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ss;ktlj captain boomerang / george "digger" harkness X male reader
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“ Losers Round ”
It was a normal day for you, nothing out of the usual night routine of going to the nearby bar round your house after a long day of working. You entered the bar, greeting the barmen. " the usual? " you nodded with a smile, looking around to see the other folks on the bar counter until you find a new face, a blonde man around your age looking like hr just came out of the costume shop. you felt your social battery recharge, wanting to know the old looking stranger.
— "hey." you tried greeting him, the man raised an eyebrow, turning towards you giving a small nod before taking a long swig of his beer bottle. "you new round here?" you asked him before he opened his mouth to reply: "yeah, name's digger, yours?" he asked you back. "its m/n... had a wild day today? you seem beaten." you'd say, the barmen handing your favorite drink to you. you'd take a long swig before he looks at you with a hint of annoyance as he let out a scoff.
— "ya sure mate? i can prove you otherwise" digger said as he stared at you with a pair of furrowed eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink. "how exactly are you gonna do that?" you asked curiously before he snickered. "ill beat you at every game on this bar" he replied proudly before you let out a laugh. "are you sure? im known as the best player on this bar." he nodded excitedly, ready for a challenge. You both got up ready to compete.
after losing the first round of pool he would scoff, looking at the pool balls angrily "you're just lucky mate!" which he was quickly proved wrong after the few awkwardly short rounds of pool. — "darts! let's do darts, I know for a fact my aim gotta be better than yours you mutt!" he said angrily before you laughed: "ha! alright dude, whatever you say." you guys played darts and well... he proved to be a sore loser after the 5 rounds he lost.
he muttered angrily before sitting back on the bar seat. — "it's some spell you put on me!" he said, looking back at you while you sat by him. "well I've played these for a long time digger, i know you're good at something else." you tried to reassure him, wanting to have him calm down a bit. "yeah alright." he replied, leaning into the corner, tapping his finger on the wood. "listen, what about i give you a beer and we just talk instead, eh?" you'd say to him before he sighed, nodding in defeat.
"barmen!" youd call out with a smile, wanting to know about your new friend
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https-wildchaos · 2 months
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maybe a boomer fic where he and reader sorta just have a lazy morning in bed but they both have atuff to do but neither of em wanna get out of bed IDK LITERALLY ANYTHING WITH HIMABDBBDBDBD
a/n;; ur so real causes anything related to him makes me have heart palpitations also I know for a fact that digger is a morning person, like yeah he does get lazy as fuck and he dosent want to get outta bed but he always does
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“ Love Energy ”
after a long long day you two finally rested on the poor mattress, staying there for a few hours togheter, cuddling until you both fell asleep... well until that damned alarm started playing. you quickly woke up before trying to turn it off, not wanting to wake up boomer but it was too late.
— "day already?" he said as he noticed the orange lighting coming through the curtains of your room, he sighed trying to get up before you pulled him back to bed. "digger, stay a little bit more with me, c'mon man." you said trying to keep him in bed. "mate, we've gotta get up." he replied while he laid back down, turning his head towards you as you laid your hand on his shirtless chest. "dude just a little bit more come on.." you insisted with your eyes closed, sleepy like a sloth.
"ugh, fine, just a bit more." he said, pulling you in for a hug.
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Hii! since you requested boomer asks maybe you could write captain boomerang x prisoner reader? like they used to be cell mates and the reader left prison before boomer and they never saw each other again until they randomly meet again on a mission?? idk if that makes sense sorry just tryna give you some ideas 🫶🏾🫶🏾
obs;; yes yes! l literally love this idea and thank you for the first ask! I got a bit nervous so sorry in advance if it wasn't as good as you expected!!
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ss:ktlj captain boomerang / george "digger harkness x male prisoner reader
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“ Memorable Meeting ”
You and Digger was one of the most annoying duo's in that damned prison, talking for hours saying how you both could escape the super max security protocols easily, talking about how you would steal all the money on the world once you left Arkham but those sleepless nights were cut shortly after they've put you on another cell, not far away from his but far away enough to make you two stop blabbering about throughout the day.
You two didn't see each other very often after your cell change or at all but that changed until you saw him at a mission.
"digger?" you called out, noticing his sillouette on a shadow, trying to adjust your eyes to the darkness. "m/n?" he'd respond noticing it really was you, the man runned up towards you going in for any type of greeting, so you did the same opening your arms for a hug until you both embraced each other awkwardly until the bogan pulled out of your arms, smiling happily. "how have ya been mate?" george asked, wanting to catch up. "dude you won't believe how boring my new cellmates are! they won't even respond to me! but eh, I'll take what I can have, how about you?" you'd reply. "same shit over here mate, same shit, missed ya bud!" he said, putting his hand on your shoulder as a small sign of affection. "me too digger, me too." you said in response, hoping for something more.
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https-wildchaos · 2 months
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i would be the holliest little jolliest little boy if people sent me cap boomerang x male reader asks cause I have no idea of what to do for the favorite bloke
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Stealin’ Hearts
George “Digger” Harkness x Reader
Fandom: DC Extended Universe
Summary: You’re a superhero and you just found out your soulmate is the notorious diamond thief, Captain Boomerang. You want to trust him, but you’re not sure you can just yet, so…now what?
Note: This is the sequel to He’s a Challenge. I really wanted to write a second part lol so here you go!
Warnings: Alcohol mention.
Word Count: 1.5k
Reader is: Female (but I would be willing to rewrite another version for a male or gender neutral reader.)
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When the jet landed, you let go of Boomer’s hand and led him out onto the roof of your family’s secluded forest mansion. He looked down at the sheer size of it, his eyes wide.
“What?”
“Nothing, just…It’s not what I expected.” He admitted, hauling his duffle bag full of his few belongings over his shoulder. You led him in through the door and down the stairs to the balcony that overlooked the lower level of the house. You saw your siblings were congregated there, River looking particularly anxious, his arms across his chest. Rose and Ryan were sitting on the couch, talking, but their discussion stopped when they noticed you and Digger standing there, looking down at them.
“We’re here.” You called awkwardly.
“I see that.” River said, his eyes guarded as he looked the notorious Captain Boomerang up and down.
You led him down the stairs to where the others were and he hesitated, but followed after you anyway, a sheepish look on his face.
“So, Mr. Harkness, I’m not sure if (Y/N) told you why you’re here.”
“Well, I know we’re soulmates, so…” he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously anxious about the whole situation. “I kind of figured that was why.”
“Well, yeah, but also no.” Rose laughed, motioning for everyone to sit down, so you . “(Y/N), why don’t you explain?”
You exhaled a long breath, nodding. “Yeah, I guess I can.” You looked up at Digger and he smirked. “Yeah, so, uh, our mom is the queen of an alien planet. So like…we’re royalty. And because of that, through our laws, you get diplomatic immunity because you’re my soulmate. I mean…unless you do something super fucked up and then I can’t help you.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his expression confused, but also evaluating what you had just said. “You mean to tell me my soulmate is a princess.”
“Yeah.” You shrugged.
He grinned. “Wicked.”
***
With every room of the mansion you showed Digger, the more and more impressed he became, taking everything in. He was still expecting you to take it all back at some point, tell him it was all a big joke and he wouldn’t be living in your giant mansion for the rest of his days.
That was strange to him, too. This weird sense of security. He’d had a rough upbringing, that much was for sure. He wasn’t used to stability, even in his adult life. He’d been constantly on the run, in and out of prison, doing whatever he could to make ends meet and try to establish something for himself, and…here it was. It had fallen right into his lap.
You pulled open a door and led him into another bedroom. There were a few generic pieces of art on the wall. The comforter was charcoal gray and there were a few navy throw pillows on top.
“I’m sorry it’s so empty in here.”
“Why are you…?” He paused for a second, looking around the spacious bedroom. It was nice, clean…way better than the tiny, dingy jail cell he’d been in for the past few years. “Is this my room?”
“Yeah, is that alright? It’s next door to mine, so I figured…”
“It’s perfect, princess.” He smiled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Well, believe it.” You chuckled, stepping further into the room and opening the drawers on the dresser. “We didn’t know what size you were, so we guessed, but we picked you up some basics. I didn’t know what all you had…”
Digger was silent, watching you with careful eyes. You barely knew him and yet you’d done all of this for him, going out of your way to get him clothes and bedding.
“And this is your bathroom.” You opened the door to what he had assumed was a closet or something, but no, he now had an entire bathroom to himself as well. “I know the shower can be a little confusing, so let me know if you need any help with anything.”
You blinked up at him, waiting for some kind of reaction. “You good?”
“Y-yeah, I just…” He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”
“What, did you think we’d throw my soulmate in the dungeon?” You smirked, watching the way he couldn’t help but crack a smile at that.
“I wouldn’t have blamed you for it.”
You were both quiet for a moment before he asked, “Do you mind if I take a shower real quick? I haven’t had a warm shower in…” He didn’t finish the thought. You both knew it had been a while since he’d had a bathroom to himself, let alone water that wasn’t already cold by the time he got to it.
“Go for it. I’ll be down in the living room when you get out.”
***
When Digger came back downstairs, you were almost shocked, looking at him. He’d trimmed his beard, combed his hair, and he was wearing one of the cozy gray hoodies you’d picked out for him. He looked nice. You couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks when you took him in.
“What, princess?” He raised an eyebrow, walking over to sit down next to you.
You set the book in your hands down on the coffee table. “Hmm?”
“What’s that look for?”
“You look nice, is all.” You shrugged.
He grinned. “You think so?”
“Mmhmm.” You nodded. Once he was closer, you could smell the eucalyptus shampoo in his slightly damp hair. You leaned in the tiniest bit, terrified of moving too fast, but he leaned in a bit too, only to be interrupted by—
“GIRLS’ NIGHT!”
You looked up at the sound of the voice with wide eyes, chuckling when you saw none other than Harley Quinn standing there with a bottle of wine.
“Boomer? What are you doin’ here?” She asked, looking at him.
“I found my soulmate, Harls.” Digger said, smiling as he did.
She looked between the two of you, her eyes widening in realization. “Wait, are you two…?”
“Yeah, we are.” You confirmed, slipping your hand into Digger’s. He embraced it quickly, giving it a proud squeeze.
“But I thought your soulmate was some dude named George…?”
“Digger is just a nickname, mate.” He chuckled. “My real name is George.”
“Ohhhhhh.” Harley nodded. “Yeah, that makes a lot of sense.”
“You know it’s Wednesday, right?” You said, glancing down at your phone to double-check.
“Oh, is it? I thought it was Thursday.” Harley laughed. “My bad.”
“You can hang out if you want to, though.” You offered, motioning to the couch.
“Don’t mind if I do.” She ran over and hopped onto the open end of the couch next to you, setting the wine bottle on the coffee table before crawling over to whisper in your ear, “He’s a keeper, (Y/N). You’re in good hands.”
“Oh believe me,” you smirked, “I know.”
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It was a few months later. Much to your surprise, Digger stuck around. Part of you had expected him to leave that first night with all of your family valuables in his duffle bag, but he…hadn’t. Instead, he’d been coexisting peacefully with your siblings, spending significant amounts of time trying to get to know you better, reading, cooking on occasion, and helping with chores around the house.
He remembered in vivid detail the first time you’d trusted him enough to fall asleep with him. It had been innocent enough, one of your first times cuddling together. Your other siblings were all out of the house, so you and Digger had the house to yourselves. Naturally, you had popped in a movie. One thing had led to another and you’d ended up fast asleep on his chest.
He took a long moment to look at you, something he had never felt before welling up inside of him as slow breaths worked into and out of you.
Something changed then, and since that moment, he had been pretty attached to you. Not that you minded. It felt natural. He was your soulmate, after all.
“Princess, have you seen my—” Digger popped his head into your bedroom, frozen in his tracks when he saw you there, laying on your bed, reading a book.
“What?” You asked coyly.
“Nothing, I just…” He smirked and stepped into the room. “Would you like some company?”
“Weren’t you looking for something?”
“Yeah, my heart, and it seems you’ve been hiding it in here with you.” He replied, walking over to your bed and climbing on next to you. He gently guided your book away from you and took its place on your chest instead, looking at you with his sparkling eyes, his weight comforting on top of you.
“And here I thought you were the thief.”
“Reformed, darlin’.” He said, unable to keep the smile off of his face. For one of the only times in his life, not only did Digger feel safe, but he finally felt happy, and he knew as long as he was by your side, that feeling would never fade.
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