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Don’t Fall!

Indiana Jones x reader

Word Count:1682

Warnings:language

Author’s Note: None! Enjoy and thanks for requesting love!

Request: by @tom-parkers-girl , Bro Indiana Jones is one of my favs… could I have one where maybe he and reader are already together, but she’s an explorer too and she lies and says she’s going on a vaca but she’s actually reading a tomb somewhere, but he thinks since she’s going to be outta town, he will go and raid the same tomb. But she beats him to it so he finds her there, and she already has treasure or whatever and they like fluffy fight? Ur a doll!

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluffy

Song: Won’t Go Home Without You by Maroon 5

(not my gif)

Indiana Jones just didn’t know when to quit being his protective self.

You two had been together for a long while and he still hadn’t managed to get it through his thick skull that you were just as, if not more, capable of fighting your way to an artifact. He still managed to tell you always to stay home while he was busy out in the world and fixing things and causing chaos. Most of the time you listened and subed into his classes for him but you had gotten enough sighs from his students that their favorite handsome teacher wasn’t there that you were ready to go and fight something. You honestly didn’t care what but you craved the adventure more than ever now that it was so rarely given to you.

So you did what any sane women with a fix for adventure would do.

You lied to your boyfriend.

“I just wanna get out for a bit. Really it’s not big deal honey,” you told him as he stood in your shared room staring at your half packed bag.

“You really just want a vacation alone? I mean you could have asked if I wanted to come to keep you company,” he told you snaking his arms around your waist. You turned to face him with a light smile.

“I just wanna take a week. We do live together I’m sure you’ll enjoy having the place to yourself. Anyway it’s midterms so you should be teaching your classes. Don’t worry about me tanning under the sun in Hawaii. Or whatever the people do in Hawaii,” you mused. Indy chuckled and pressed his lips to yours.

You were not going to Hawaii. You were going to Rome to investigate a unopened tomb down there. You had been called specifically from the owners of the land down there so you had to be down as quick as possible. You told Indy you were going to Hawaii though to throw him off your scent which seemed to work because he looked completely neutral to the place you were staying.

“Alright whatever you say Y/N. I’ll miss you though,” he promised and you smiled playfully.

“You better Jones.”

You picked up your bag and pushed past him to the door with a wink. He let you go and watched as you left him alone.

The moment you left the phone rang beside your bed. He had just heard the front door clapse shut when it started him out of his loving gaze at where you had once stood. He picked up the phone and on the other end was Shorty, his younger friend and he was talking very fast.

“Short slow down,” Indy said sternly. The boy inhaled a deep breath before speaking again, now much slower.

“Italy, the undug section of Rome Indy the owner called someone else to get it and we have to get there first,” he explained.

“You want me to fly to Rome?” Indy asked.

“No I want us to fly to Rome. Y/N’s not there is she?”

“No she’s just left for vacation.”

“We leave first thing tomorrow morning pack a bag.”

—-

You arrived in Rome short thereafter and smiled at the sight. You loved Indy with all your heart but you couldn’t stand being away from these exsotic places for so long. It drove you absolutely insane every time Indy left you at home. Leaving him at home though brought you rejoice in the freedom you suddenly had. He did do it just to keep you safe but you were going to play him this time.

You caught a cab to the address you had written when the man called you with the expedition. When you got there a man dressed in loose clothing waited for you at the gate of the large estate. You stepped out and he rushed toward you.

“Inside. There’s this hole in the ground that leads on forever I’m sure it was used when the Romans ruled this house has been here for a very long time Mrs.Jones and-”

“Y/L/N. Not married yet sir,” you corrected him with a sly smile. He apologized very quickly and looked very sorry so you changed the subject.

“Take me there.”

He did so. The second you got there you understood why he had called. From the outside it looked like someone had dropped a boulder and it pierced the ground causing a large hole. But the hole, dead middle of the grassy garden, had stairs going down the side in a circular way. The walls were made of concrete and so was the ground.

“I didn’t dare go down myself but you’re a professional so please, just see if it’s safe.” It wasn’t going to be safe but that was part of the reason you had walked down the stairs so fast. How fitting it was dangerous. As all your adventures tended to be.

“Stay here. I’ll be back soon!” you called as you got deeper into the tunnel, your flashlight lighting the way.

You walked down the tunnel and soon came to your first set of obstacles which you passed easy, along with the second and the third. No matter how long you were gone you were still heavily aware of the tricks of the trade and knew enough about the Romans to remember their tactics in preserving their military bases.

You reached the end in 20 short minutes to be met with a puzzle. Most of it was in Latin which didn’t surprise you. You could read it, thanking Indy in your head for leaving you notes around the house in different languages, Latin being his favorite to write out.

“He who steps foot will not have a foot to step with,” you mumbled. You laughed. That was such a weird saying but so very Roman. Forever the menceing group. You stared at the ground took note of the fact it was crumbling. In the middle of the room sat a jewel on a pedestal which you intended to grab. The ground had pictures of body parts on each stone step and you smiled at the arms and legs and feet.

“Don’t step on the feet. Easy enough,” you told yourself and stepped along the steps that had heads and eyes easily making it to the middle which is where you grabbed the jewel. It was almost to easy and you thought you heard the ground underneath you shake but really it was just running footsteps down the hallway. Had your caretaker really pulled his own weight and came down. You were surprised he hadn’t been killed. But your flashlight illuminated a face you knew to well and he looked quite surprised to see you.

“Hawaii huh?” Indy asked, walking toward you in anger.

“Indy wait don’t-” but it was to late. He hadn’t headed the warning written on the wall and stepped on a foot which crumbled to dust under him. You jumped toward him, landing on a ear and grabbed his arm before he fell to what looked to be the a never ending hole. Your flashlight rolled down the hole and you counted 4 seconds till it hit the ground. 70 something feet down.

“Don’t let go,” you pleaded, grabbing his hand with both of yours. He reached his other hand to your arm and you used all of your strength to pull him up. He helped, wiggling his body and trying to get up. You managed to pull him onto the eye stone beside you and released a breath of relief.

“What are you doing here?!” he yelled after a moment. You stared at him.

“I just saved your life and you’re mad at me?!” you asked loudly.

“You lied to me!’

“You wouldn’t have let me come!” you countered.

“Damn right I wouldn’t have! You would be at home! Safe!” You sighed angrily.

“I am not a child Henry!”

“Don’t call me that you know how much I hate that!”

“I can take care of myself believe it or not,” you promised snarkily.

“Y/N don’t use that tone right now.”

“What are you my dad!? Jesus Indy this relationship is supposed to be us not you and then me!” This shut him up for a moment. He was formulating an answer but nothing had come out of his mouth yet. You waited, steam blowing through your ears.

“I can’t lose you! You’re all I got Y/N I can’t lose you knowing there was something I could do about it!” he screamed. His voice echoed off the walls.

“How do you think I feel, sitting at home, helpless and alone wondering if maybe you died while I was doing the laundry!?” you asked, angry tears forming in your eyes. Indy stared at you and cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him your lips crashing together. You didn’t fight him and kissed him back the two of you finally understanding one another. When you pulled away, breathless you whispered,

“I can’t stay at home anymore Indy.” He nodded lightly.

“Guess I’ll have to find a new sub for the class then,” he chuckled. You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“I love you,” you whispered. He smiled.

“I love you too.”

All day: @swanky-batman @drunktnkmelomaniac

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HCs for Indiana visiting his girlfriends classroom

Indiana Jones x student!fem!reader

Warnings: age gap relationship (the reader is legal ofc), light teasing

Requested: by anon, May I please request Indiana going to an s/o’s classroom, where the s/o is a student in that class?

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

Author’s Note: i hope you enjoy love <3

- getting into a relationship with a student is not beneath Indiana Jones because that man's morals are so messed up-

- they would of course have to be of age which is the norm for the college classes he teaches

- though he does warn you about his tendency to fall in love and move on but you prove to continue to be entertaining, just by being you

- which is why he promises to keep you entertained as well

- half of the school had a crush on Indiana or at least saw him as some kind of eye candy

- he had field experience along with a handsome face so he was a well sought out teacher

- people requested him left and right which meant for the few years you went to the college, you were never guaranteed a class with him

- one semester you had a history class with someone else, a woman teacher that you liked well enough

- she was concise and went straight to the point so she was easy to pay attention to

- you barely even noticed when Indiana walked in you were so engulfed in your studies, furiously writing down the notes on the board and leaving yourself subtle notes

- though everyone else noticed him

- he was quite hard to miss

- you sat in the back corner of the class so that you wouldn’t often get called on

- when you looked up again you saw the girls eyes had followed something to the back of the class

- ‘Can I help you Doctor Jones?’ your professor asked

- you turned around, surprised to see Indiana there just behind you

- though you had been his student for a couple of months it was still odd of you to see him in his professor get up rather than his hat and button up

- ‘Just came to observe a couple future students. I don’t mean to disturb.’

- you had to fight from rolling your eyes and just looked down at your paper

- your professor gave him a gentle unsure nod and went back to her lengthy lecture

- Indiana walked around the class, helping students out very quietly, pointedly ignoring you

- the girls were just lapping up his attention

- one had put her hand on your shoulder and her face had gotten so close that you ‘accidently’ knocked your book off your table, causing a loud crashing sound that startled everyone

- within the last ten minutes of class he finally kneeled down beside you

- ‘Need any help?’ he asked smugly

- ‘No, why don’t you go finish your talk with Christine. Or maybe April. Or perhaps Jenny.’

- he laughed gently and sneaked a hand onto your thigh

- you tried to stop yourself from getting flustered, forcing yourself to look away from him as his warm hand landed on your pants

- ‘They’re not nearly as fun’

- you felt like the whole room was staring but not more than a few people were even giving you a second thought

- he stood up and moved away, leaving a note on your desk

- ‘Meet me in my classroom. I have another free period.’ it read

- you gave him a look and averted your gaze, as to not give yourself away

Indiana Jones Tag List: @elisaa-shelby, @groovygirlie, @russian-soft-bitch

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han x reader where the reader is a crewmate on the falcon? :0

and han proposes to them maybe? :0

i loved writing this!! i hope you like it!

marry me

han solo x reader

note: this one’s just so cute-

“i tell you, one day, this ship’s gonna explode or something and we’re all gonna die.” you mumbled. han glanced back at you, pointing a finger, “how dare you talk that way about my baby!”

you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “whatever,” you muttered. you watched as han set the ship onto an autopilot mode, before turning his chair to face you, beckoning over. hesitantly, you walked towards him.

he then snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. “hi baby.” he greeted, leaning in and kissing you softly. “i thought the falcon was your baby?” you deadpanned, mainly trying to mess with him.

“well she is, but y’know what you are?” you stared at him expectantly, curious of what he was going to say.

knowing han, it could either be snarky and cocky or nice and sweet.

his arms hugged your waist a bit, his head resting upon your shoulder as he spoke, his voice low, “you… are… my love,” he kissed your shoulder. “my sweetheart,” he kissed your collarbone, “my angel,” he kissed your neck. “my sunshine,” he kissed your cheek. “my princess,” he kissed your nose.

“and my darling love of my life,” han turned your head slightly, capturing your lips, kissing you deeply. his words resonated through you, making you feel warm and loved.

“oh han,” you whispered, gazing at him, kissing him again, your arms snaking around his neck, melting into the kiss.

he pulled away again, a small smile on his lips, “marry me.” you furrowed your brows, “what?” you asked.

“you heard me, sweetheart.”

you leaned back slightly, eyes widening, “are you serious?” you asked. he nodded, “yes, i want you to marry me.”

a soft smile tugged at your lips as he continued, “i don’t have a ring or anything, not right now. but i will, i promise i’ll get you one to wear on your pretty little finger. but, i want to do this baby. i want to do this with you.”

one of his hands found your left hand, tapping the ring finger where a wedding band would eventually rest, “right there. something simple, i know you aren’t one for flashy diamonds. at least not for missions or anything, maybe i’d get you a nice diamond for special occasions.”

you smiled brightly.

“so, what do you say? will you marry me?”

you nodded, “yes.”

he seemed taken aback by your answer, “yes?”

you nodded again, “yes, han. i will marry you.”

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free

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: this is inspired by true events. this has never happened but the character of “your mother” is inspired by my own, a woman who has such high expectations for me and is very controlling that it literally kills me. i was going through a tough time and ended up writing this because i like to force my problems onto fictional characters and the only one i could seek comfort in was indiana jones.

“this is a lovely meal, honey.”

a smile graced your lips as indiana complimented you, shooting you a dazzling grin as he continued to shove more of the delicious food into his mouth.

on the other side of the table, your mother grimaced, “are you positive you peeled the skin off of the shrimp?”

you fought the urge to scream.

since you were little, your mother was adamant on making sure you did everything correctly. she had very high expectations , ones that you sometimes struggled to reach.

you thought that things would be different now that you were an adult. you had your own home, your own life, your own husband. there should’ve been nothing to correct.

and yet she found a way.

the moment the woman entered your home, she had made comments about the decor. it was simple pastels, mixed with some artifacts on display that indiana had brought home.

“you should put those away. they clash.”

“they’re beautiful. indy wouldn’t bring something home if it didn’t somehow find a way to fit in.”

“tell him to do better.”

you liked how the house was set up. you had a vision, and you’d achieved it. but now here your mother was, finding a way to slander it.

to the unknowing eye, one would think she was trying to help. of course, that’s what she thought she was doing. but you had endured twenty-five long years of constant criticism and correcting.

you couldn’t bear it.

her next comment was about your clothing. you were clad in a beautiful sundress that indiana had gifted you with when he returned from a visit to cairo. it had been a gift from your good friend sallah.

it was chic and comfortable, and you adored it.

but your mother did not.

“what are you wearing?” she had asked.

you frowned, “a dress?”

she wrinkled her nose, “i am not a fan of the style.” of course she wasn’t. your mother was known to wear modest conserving clothing. this dress that hugged your curves and displayed some cleavage seemed to be a sin to her.

“it’s beautiful, mom.” you had replied, wishing that indiana would return home soon so you wouldn’t have to deal with her alone.

when your were younger, your father had always defended you. he was there in those late nights where you sobbed, believing you weren’t enough because you could fulfill your mother’s wishes.

but since the divorce, he had been living in london, as far away from your mother as possible.

only indiana could save you now.

it had been an hour or so since her arrival when indiana returned home. he had been catching up on grading schoolwork and had gotten caught up with marcus, who apparently had another job for him.

you were happy for him when he came home with the news.

your mother was not.

“henry, i do not understand how you can just leave your wife at home all alone.”

indiana furrowed his brows, “she’s a strong woman. plus, i think she likes it when i’m gone.”

you had rolled your eyes, “oh yes because i love it when my husband is halfway around the world.”

you were joking of course. the sarcasm in your voice was prominent. you loved when indiana went away mainly because of the happiness it gave him.

exploring the world was his calling. and often times he’d take you with him. after all, he couldn’t always leave without his best girl.

and of course, your mother did not approve once again.

“it cannot be healthy! leaving her all alone! i couldn’t bear it.” she then turned to you, a rude comment ready on her tongue. you weren’t prepared. you were currently setting the table for the delicious supper you’d been working on all evening. it was a special italian shrimp sauce, one that was usually reserved for christmas in your childhood home.

because your mother was coming over, you wanted to prove that you could make it just as good.

prove that you could do something right.

“maybe you should’ve married that scientist your father was friends with.. what was his name..?”

you almost dropped the plate you were holding, glancing at indiana who held the same expression you did.

how dare she?

you watched as indiana’s fists clenched, and you were sure he was going to lose it soon.

so you set down the plates and took matters into your own hands, “i love indy, mom. he is a great husband who treats me well. i am very thankful to have him.”

“of course, but-“

“would you like a drink, mom? i bought that brand of red that you like.” this was a distraction, you needed to escape for even a few minutes. “indy? love, could you help me?”

he nodded, “of course honey.” and follows you into the kitchen. you exhaled deeply, moving toward the alcohol cabinet, “the nerve of that woman.” he humbled, leaning against the counter, “i tell ya, sweetheart, if she wasn’t your mother, i’d have kicked her to the curb.”

you stifled a laugh, “tell me about it..” you retrieved the bottle of wine, handing it to your husband, “open that for me?” he obliged, and then you moved to the refrigerator, retrieving a large bottle of vodka, one that was only brought out on special occasions.

you lifted the bottle to your lips, taking a large swig. indiana stared at you in concern, “take it easy on that.” he said, but didn’t try and stop you. you were stressed, and if this was the only way to cool your nerves now, then so be it.

you took a few more gulps, placing the bottle onto the counter, your head falling into your hands, “why do i even try anymore?” you murmured.

“you’re a daughter trying to have a relationship with her mother. it’s not a crime.”

you sighed deeply, blinking back tears. you could hear the clink of the wine glasses, and suddenly indiana’s arms were around you, embracing you tightly.

this was what you needed. an escape. a way out from these unachievable expectations.

indiana was your escape.

he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, “just one hour left, baby. one hour, and she’s gone. okay?”

you nodded slowly, “yeah. yeah, one hour.” you glanced up at him, a soft smile toying on your lips, “thank you for being here.”

“i’m always here, sweetheart.” he leaned forward, his lips encasing yours in a sweet kiss.

“where’s the wine!”

you stifled a groan, “duty calls.” you muttered.

and now here you were, at the dinner table, doing everything in your power not to cry. she did not deserve your tears.

“yes mom, i bought the already peeled shrimp.” you replied coolly. she wrinkled her nose in disgust, “something isn’t right, did you buy the correct sauce? it was bold of you to try and recreate such a meal, i had hope looking at it, but eating it now, there’s something wrong-“

you couldn’t do it.

“oh my god, just because it isn’t your way doesn’t mean i did something wrong!” you exclaimed, your patience gone. your mother’s eyes widened, “are you really getting upset with me because i corrected you?”

you scoffed, setting down your utensils, “mom, the moment you walked into my house, you’ve insulted my home, you’ve insulted my husband, and you have insulted me.”

“oh please-“

you rose quickly in your seat, chair clattering against the hardwood floor, shocking both indiana and your mother.

“for twenty-five goddamn years i have tried. i have tried so fucking hard to be good. i wanted to make you proud, that’s all i’ve ever wanted. but lately, i have come to the realization that… i will never be good enough for you.”

tears threatened to spill but you blinked them away. just a few more seconds. finish what you need to say.

“and i’m sorry. i am. but, i’m not going to do this anymore, i’m not going to be put down constantly just because i cannot achieve your high expectations. so,” you took a deep breath, “i want you to leave.”

your mother rose from her chair, almost as if challenging you. “what did you just say?”

“oh i’m sorry, maybe i wasn’t clear enough-get the fuck out of my house.”

she gasped, offended. but you did not care, not anymore.

your mother huffed, grabbing her purse, “you are no daughter of mine.”

“fine by me.” you shot back, and without another word, you turned on your heel and rushed upstairs.

indiana was absolutely surprised by your actions, but he could not be more proud of you. all your life you’d followed orders like a soldier, and now you finally stood up to her.

he was beaming with pride. your mother turned to him, narrowing her eyes, “you are a bad influence, henry. you have ruined her.”

“didn’t my wife just tell you to get the fuck out?”

it wasn’t long before she left. indiana locked the door behind her before he went upstairs. the master bedroom door was closed. he rapped his knuckles against the wooden door, “sweetheart? you okay?”

his hand grasped the door handle, pushing it open. he found you curled in a ball in the corner of the room, your head buried into your knees. he rushed toward you, dropping to his knees, “hey, hey, it’s alright.”

your shoulders shook with sobs. you didn’t know what you were feeling, happiness, sadness, but there was one thing you certainly felt, and that was freedom. the chains of perfection had been taken off.

you were free.

indiana pulled you close to him, rubbing your back soothingly, “you did it, baby. you stood your ground-you stood your ground and i am so proud of you.”

maybe you were never able to make your mother feel proud of you, but you had made indiana swell with pride by doing the simple actions.

and his approval was all you needed.

he kissed your forehead gently, resting his head against yours, “you’re free baby. you’re finally free.”

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