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A Slight Crush | Indiana Jones x gn!reader

『••✎••』 requested by anonymous ↳ ❝ Can I please get 48 with Indy and gn!reader? ❞ : ̗̀➛ Parties thrown by the university aren't really your thing, but at least they give you an excuse to spend some time with a certain archaeology professor who you have your eye on. trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking •───────────────★•♛•★──────────────• spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Help Lama's Family Find Safety •───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

You sighed as you stood outside with your friend, a scowl upon your lips and a stern, cold look in your eyes; it wasn’t exactly the place that you wanted to be, if you were honest, surrounded by toffs and the wealthy to the point where it made you sick to your back teeth.

Surrounded by faculty and massively outgunned, you could not stand it, and the gleaming hope of seeing Doctor Jones had already begun to fade away; he was the only reason why you bothered to show up anyway, although you continued to tell your friends otherwise.

“Why do you even bother to show up to these things?” He asked with a scoff, his short cut black hair and short, beard and moustache seeming to glow with the soft yellow lights from nearby.

His dark brown, almost black, eyes entirely focused on the small white flowers that had just started to bloom. 

Doctor Bishop was a good teacher, and an even better botanist who specialised in floriculture; he had taken the job at the university sometime around when you did, and you had become quick, fast, friends.

He was just about the only other person around who wasn’t some privately educated, wealthy bastard whose father had gotten him the job; he was normal, nice and intelligent.

He was intelligent enough to easily see how you reacted in the presence of Doctor Jones; the archaeology professor whose office was almost right to yours. 

You shrugged as you lit a cigarette and offered one to him; he nodded, taking it from you. “The same reason why I ever bother hanging around my office for an hour and a half after the archaeologist class leaves.”

“Ah,” he grinned, nodding slowly and tugging at the lapels of his green and brown shearling coat. “Your little thing for Doctor Jones.”

“I do not have a little thing for Doctor Jones,” you huffed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. “It’s just a professional curiosity - you know that zoology and archaeology are closely linked.”

He quirked a brow at you, but said nothing as he puffed his cigarette and looked at the white flowers again; when he tilted his head, it was easy to see how his beard bled into his hair and formed a triangular point at his chin. His moustache almost did connect, had it not been for the scar on the corner of his mouth.

He was about to make some snide, snarky remark when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and a grumbled “pardon me”, and when he looked, he grinned at you slyly.

With dark brown eyes, a slight stubbly jaw; he was wearing a light brownish grey blazer and trousers, with a very light blue shirt and a red tie. A dark brown fedora with a darker strap sat upon his head. 

The moment he looked at you, your heart jumped, and your breath caught in your throat; eyes going slightly wide as you chewed at the inside of your lip and swallowed thickly. Bathed in the warm yellow light, he looked fucking beautiful.

Bishop snuck behind you, putting his hand on your shoulder as he leaned in close and grinned. “We all know you’ve had a thing for him for ages… get him, tiger, now’s your chance.”

You swatted him away as he winked and laughed at you, tossing his cigarette into an empty, decorative vase by the door before heading inside. You silently cursed him before turning to the guest with an apologetic smile, hoping that he did not see the way that you flinched.

“Doctor Jones,” you tried to sound as nonchalant as you could. “What a nice surprise.”

Jones looked around, raising a brow as he hummed. “Seeing another professor at a faculty party is a surprise?”

You stuttered and stammered out something that was vaguely an apology, rubbing the back of your neck and chewing at the inside of your lip; Jones thought it was endearing, how you always seemed to be so nervous around him yet so sure of yourself and so confident at any other given time.

He bent over and picked one of the white flowers before tucking it into the pocket of your blazer and nodding in approval. Of course he knew about your little crush on him, Jones was far too intelligent to ignore such a thing, and while he liked the attention, he also had to admit that he liked you better than that; you were good looking, intelligent, witty when you weren’t around him and armed with a sharp, silver tongue, and you were passionate.

All the things he liked most.

“Doctor Jones, I-”

“Indiana,” he told you quietly, tipping his hat slightly. “You know that.”

“Indiana,” you whispered. “I���m sorry, I-”

“Please,” Jones went for your free hand, and took it gently. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Professor.”

Your heart skipped at the physical contact, almost immediately making blood gush around your veins, rendering you sweating every so slightly. “I, I’m not?”

Jones shook his head, waiting for you to flick your cigarette aside before he hooked his finger under your chin and allowed the tip of his thumb to rest just below your bottom lip; he forced your attention to his pretty dark brown eyes, and grinned as his gaze dropped to your mouth.

“No, baby, you’re not.”

You felt weak and dizzy, and could not resist the urge to kiss him - but Jones was smart, and easily met you halfway as he allowed his hand to drift from your hand, all the way up your arm, until it finally settled between your shoulders; he kissed you, and you immediately kissed back, thankful that he made the move first.

It was captivating and overwhelming, and when you pulled away, you could only stare at him with your mouth slightly agape and your lips curled into a slight smile.

“Oh, Indy…”

“Say it like that again, baby,” he growled softly. “And I’ll take us somewhere private.”

[archerygun]

Indiana Jones is immortal, hear me out.

Okay, I know the Indiana Jones movies are really silly. I know the fridge scene is the silliest thing in movie history. You can’t survive an atom bomb in a fucking FRIDGE. Right? Well, allow me to make my case.

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade shows Indy to be the first person to drink from the Holy Grail, causing the knight to be relieved of his duty. The knight lived for a whole lot of centuries so it’s safe to assume the guy wouldn’t have worried too much if the Soviets dropped a nuclear test bomb on him.

Most of Indiana Jones’ insane feats of survival (and silliness) are done alone. He dodges bullets by running. He survives an atom bomb in a fridge. Maybe he’s not immortal immortal, but that holy grail certainly had an effect on him.

Especially because Indy is a case of Too Much Survival Instinct™️ and everyone in the newer movies is like “Holy shit he’s like 80 how the fuck is he doing all of that. How are none of us stronger than a pensioner.”

And hey that’d actually be a great concept for an animated series or something. Alternative timeline following an ageless, confused Dr. Henry Jones Jr. as he slowly passes through time, watching science progress and having to destroy his war records n shit so nobody finds out he’s been alive for like a hundred years not ageing a day. (Short Round would be happy to have a buddy following him into adulthood I’m sure). Making friends with really old teachers and history buffs. Punching the absolute shit out of neo-Nazis. Becoming an advocate for relocating artefacts back to their rightful home (the British museum hate this guy but they can’t track him down).

And hey I am not late to the fact that a guy becoming immortal because he was willing to die for the dad that was never there for him is y’know… that’s a concept.

[macwisn00]

Punching fascists

Team "I love my wife, who I've been divorced for 17 times"

Team Harrison Ford (although he loved playing Indy and hated playing Han Solo)

Crack crossover idea where Han Solo meets Indiana Jones and Jones spends the entire duration of this meeting sulking about this uneducated piece of shit being able to speak alien while he had to do years of uni just to learn Greek.

but they can bond over other stuff!! like 1. punching fascists and 2:

[deckardsdwelling]

Short Round surprises Dr. Jones!

[Ke Huy Quan surprises Harrison Ford at the Hollywood premiere of “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” - Disney/Lucasfilm - 6/14/23]

We’re not crying we swear…🥹😭

— WDD

[couldtheyescortelliewilliams]

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[carolina-star]

So I'm going this Sunday to watch Indiana Jones 5 and of course, me being me, I rewatched all the Indiana Jones film.

I loved the film as a kid and I still love them. They're great film, seriously.

So here you have a little drawing of our dear Doctor Jones where I try some things.

[dragofelid]

I grew up watching this series, and in celebration of the new movie, I decided to draw the character I wantedd to grow up to be

Indiana Jones shaped my childhood alongside Jurassic Park

[livingmolerat]

art yippe!!!!! (i need to post here more-)

[vancruejovi]

Dr Henry Jones Jr 👓

[figures4fun]

Dr Jones finds the idol of giving!

[mlmxreader]

Ask For Your Help | Indiana Jones x gn!reader

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requested by @wandalfnation

↳ ❝ Can I please get 287 with Indy? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Indiana comes asking for your help, and although you're reluctant to even try, you can't resist him whatsoever.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Indiana looked cautiously at the article of clothing that was hung on your office door; he had seen a few workmen around ironworks and construction wearing them, but had never seen it up close before. It was a new thing, a sweatshirt with a hood sewn onto it and made of a thicker fabric to avoid the cold and the rain; it caught his curiosity as he examined it, his mind racing with all the different ways such a garment had existed throughout time.

Slowly, he removed his hat and hung it up beside your hooded sweatshirt before he turned to you and splayed his hands on the creaky, homemade, desk.

"So," he hummed. "How's the new job?"

You shrugged as you leaned back in your rickety chair. "It's not awful. Pay and hours are shit, but you wouldn't know."

He quirked a brow, head tilted slightly to the side so that there were little dull gold speckles amongst his dark brown eyes. "And what's that supposed to mean, exactly?"

You raised your brows slightly, the answer should have been obvious. "You're never at your actual job. Be honest. You get paid, what? Three times? What I do per hour, and you do less work than me... I ain't had a day off ever, even when I was sick - but you can gallivant off to countries halfway 'cross the world at the drop of a hat and nothing comes of it."

Indiana laughed softly under his breath, he knew so painfully that you were right, but he wouldn't admit it. "Well, adventure calls again. If you can spare the time."

He looked around your office, noting the various animal tanks and how almost everything was either built by yourself or clearly second hand and fixed up; it was the exact opposite of his at the university.

Donned with various, precious, objects and things that he had picked up here and there; the oldest piece of furniture that he had was only around a year old. He was probably the oldest thing in there, actually.

You leaned forward, clasping your hands together on the desk as you licked your lips. "What is it?"

Indiana turned to you, an almost sly grin on his lips as he hummed and fiddled to pull a map from the inside of his pocket. "I'll need someone like you - there'll be snakes and you know how I feel about those... things."

You sighed, all but snatching the map from him and resting it on your knee as you studied it. "What am I looking at?"

He leaned over, his fingers catching your attention as he dragged them along what you could only guess was a cave system. "It's beneath the mountains in a place called Yr Wyddfa, it's said that there's an artifact belonging to King Arthur is beneath the mountains."

"And you think there's gonna be snakes?" You hummed in disbelief. "In a cave system. Where adders and grass snakes don't live."

He shrugged, taking the map back and sitting at the edge of your desk, his side turned to you as he glared softly. "There might be on the way, the entrance is located in what I think is the base near the West of it."

You frowned for a moment, then swiped a hand down your face. "And you think that I'm going to let you take the sword?"

"What makes you think it's the sword?" He questioned with furrowed brows.

"It's always the sword," you pointed out. "Every Tom, Dick and Harry has searched for it, Indy."

"But I have the map," he insisted. "Come on, I'll even pay you for the hours."

You laughed, tilting your head back for a moment. "You can't afford me, Doctor Jones."

"I can," he nodded. "Come on, it'll be like old times."

"You screaming over a few pythons and then nearly whipping yourself because of a few spiders?" You scoffed, daring to smile at him as you shook your head. "Well, I s'pose it'll be entertaining, at least."

"So you'll come?" His eyes lit up with excitement, and when you agreed, he could have pulled you from that chair and kissed you.

But noticing something slithering in one of the tanks, he shuddered, and took an instinctual step back.

"It's just a snake," you told him. "And it's in a tank."

Indiana scowled. "I hate 'em!"

You laughed, daring to cross over to him; your hands settled on the lapels of his leather jacket, and you hummed as your gaze settled on his mouth.

He grabbed your sides by instinct, and when you went to kiss him, he met you halfway; it all fell together a little bit too perfectly, a little bit too well, and you almost forgot that he had essentially told you to quit your job to go off with him.

You pulled away. "I'll talk the time off through with my boss - here, take my hoodie, and meet me by your... what are you using today?"

"The bike," he all but purred.

You nodded, daring to kiss his cheek softly. "I'll meet you by your bike."

He hummed, and fell into step behind you to see you to the door; he made sure to grab the hooded sweatshirt along with putting his hat back on, and threw it over his shoulder before wandering over to his motorcycle. He chucked the garment onto the seat, and stood with his hands in his pockets as he watched you search and find your boss.

Indiana knew him well enough, he was an older man of around seventy with grey hair and short hair; he was always polite, but would often smack the back of Indiana's head whenever he said he hated snakes. Nice guy, otherwise. Indiana didn't doubt, especially after how hard you had been working lately, that he would be more than happy to let you have the time off.

But oh, how great it was that you were finally back at his side again; his partner, his pride and joy. He loved to have you around, and it was even better that he could see you every day before and after at home; he fiddled in his pocket for a moment, and caught your spare key on his finger. He nodded to himself.

He couldn't lose that.

You came back with a slight skip to your steps, and a grin plastered across your lips; the second you were close enough, you put your arms around his neck, and caught a quick kiss.

"Well, Doctor Jones, you have your wish."

"You're comin'?" He asked against your mouth.

You nodded and hummed. "I have got all days off, with pay... on one condition."

"Oh no."

"He wants me to bring back about six adder eggs," you explained, "basically just a single clutch from different nests, and it's so we can see if we can start up a breeding programme and help their numbers bump up a bit."

Indiana scowled and frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not helping."

"I didn't ask for your help."

[snipsnipsnippy]

Come on now, you gotta speak the old man website language.

okay time to do another character battle

reblog for larger sample size!

[spicymalepolls]

ROUND TWO: POLL #3

ROUND TWO POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Indiana Jones:

NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED

Shen Wei:

look going off of the show canon (it's quite different in the book, but I'm more familiar with the show) he's just a scientist professor guy who is quite old fashioned (does not have a cell phone) and is a fan of sleeve garters. except he's also a 10,000 year old omnipotent alien guy who is somehow simultaneously all blushy and shy and also activating the other main guy's latent authority and daddy kinks. there is a scene where Shen Wei is like full on chewing out one of his subordinates and the other main guy is visually having a sexual awakening about it. prim and proper professor with alien superpowers and a boyfriend who is into that

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[deckardsdwelling]

Lucasfilm just released a new clip from “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” —called “Get in the pool!”

[Featuring Harrison Ford & Phoebe Waller-Bridge - Lucasfilm - 6/12/23]

— WDD

[ryunumber]

i feel like i might know the answer, but how about indiana jones?

Dr. Henry Walton "Indiana" Jones Jr. has a Ryu Number of 2.