#harrison Ford x reader

[ddejavvu]

Hiii I was just wondering if I could request some Han Solo x reader? Like maybe him with a super soft shy reader and Han just has the biggest soft spot for her, like maybe she gets injured in a fight or smth and Han is all sweet and doting towards her (or as sweet as he can be 😭) love youuu

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

his own brand of sweetness <3

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"I told you not to rush in there," Han's voice is stern as his face wrinkles with the force of his frown. He's peering down at your arm, a gash stretching from shoulder to elbow from where a sharpened staff had caught you in the heat of battle. It's not as deep as it is wide, which is a small blessing, but it does sting, moreso when Han slathers it in antiseptic.

"I was trying to help you," You protest feebly, "They were shooting at you."

"Uh-huh," He glances incredulously up at you, "And I was shooting back. That's what a fight is, sweetheart. If I hadn't gotten to you in time, they'd have plucked you off of that spear and hung you on the wall."

"I think I helped, though." Your voice gives way to a slight cough, courtesy of the smoke inhalation you've suffered, "'Cause they got distracted when they saw me and that's how you got through."

"They got distracted 'cause they saw you as an easy target! You should let Chewie and me take care of the stupid stunts," He corrects you, stretching a strip of gauze around your bicep, "And I mean stupid; that was braindead, sister."

Humbled by your injury and Han's lecture combined, you grumble, "You are pretty good at stupid."

"Incredible." He marvels, sitting back and looking at your half-wrapped arm, "I'm sitting here, playing medic because you decided to run face-first into an entire Imperial fleet, and you're sitting here telling me I'm a moron."

"That's because you're yelling at me for trying to help you," You level him with as vicious of a glare as you can manage, "Face it, Han, you can't shoot your way out of everything."

"It's never failed me before," He insists, finishing up the dressing on your freshly cleaned wound, "But thank you, brave warrior, for charging headfirst into a fight you were hopelessly outgunned in, and making me circle back to drag your lifeless body back onto the Falcon."

Thank you for distracting them, is what he really means, but words like those could never come directly from his mouth. You know their translation though, and you grin proudly, "You're welcome, Han."

[ave09]

marriage

indiana jones x reader

“indy?”

“doll?”

“where do you draw the line when it comes to grading?” the man glanced up at you, pushing his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose, “what do you mean?” 

you slid the test you were grading across the table, “her answer is correct technically speaking, but he added a lot of unnecessary information that i had to pick the paragraph apart to find the right answer.” 

his hazel eyes skimmed the overly large paragraph, chuckling, “mark it as wrong.” you arched your brows in surprise, “really?” indiana nodded, “she’s adding in the extra information in order to try and score points with me, i’ve seen it too many times before.” 

“but won’t marking it wrong benefit her? this is worth ten points, marking this wrong will bring her to an F. therefore, you will have you will have to meet with her after class, giving her exactly what she wants, which is alone time with her attractive professor.” 

indiana stared blankly for a moment. he knew you were right. and yet, his answer remained the same, “mark it wrong.” 

you complied, using a red pen to mark an ‘x’ over the question. “well, don’t complain to me when she starts writing ‘love you’ across her eyelids.” 

suddenly, indiana rose from his seat abruptly, “maybe it’s time to show them that i already have a lovely lady.” 

“they know, i’ve been to your class before, indiana.” 

“no no, i mean like officially. show ‘em that i’m off the market completely.” you furrowed your brows, “indy, i’m not following.” the man rushed out of the room, toward the kitchen. you rose to follow him, only to hear, “don’t move!” 

so you remained seated. you heard a rummaging sound, then a clang. your gut told you to go see what was going on, but you remained compliant to indiana’s orders. 

he reentered the room, “okay,” he exhaled deeply, “i was gonna plan this out, make it nice and all, but i am known to be spontaneous..” 

then he dropped to one knee. your eyes widened as he revealed a small velvet box. you couldn’t believe it. 

“beautiful, we’ve been through a whole hell of a lot. from wild adventures, to almost dying, you’ve stuck with me through it all. and i’ll be honest, i never saw myself as the type of guy to settle down, but, then i met you.”

tears stung your eyes.

“you make me better, you make my life better. you’re the light in the darkness and i love you so much.”

he opened the box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring. 

“will you do me and the honor, and become mrs. jones.” 

you smiled tearfully, nodding rapidly, “of course i will, indy.” he grinned widely, “i had a feeling you’d say yes.” indiana then rose to his full height, you stood as well, approaching him. the man gently reached for your left hand, sliding the band onto your ring finger.

you couldn’t believe it! you were getting married!

“y’know, i think this calls for a celebration.” 

“celebration?” you were thinking he met breaking out the wine, or even heading to the bedroom. but instead, indiana moseyed toward the stereo, clicking it on.

 ‘cheek to cheek’ by fred astaire began playing. 

indiana turned around, extending a hand toward you, “dance with me?” 

“of course.” you replied, taking his hand. you two danced around your dining room, completely forgetting about the pile of papers that needed to be graded.

indiana began singing along in a low voice, “when we’re off together dancing cheek to cheek.” it was always a surprise to hear him

sing. it was one of the man’s many hidden talents, and you were the only one he’d ever sing for. 

he then spun you around, before pulling you close to him. 

“i love you.” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you. 

“i know.” you replied, only to have him

jerk back, “ i know? that’s all i get? i know?” you let out a loud laugh, “i love you too, indy. more than anything.” you then pressed your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

— — —

the next morning, indiana jones walked to his classroom with an unexplained pep in his step.  the students exchanged confused looks, the professors were curious.

the man stepped into his classroom, clapping his hands as he grinned at the students, “good morning class!”

“good morning, doctor jones.” they replied. one of the girls, the very one who had added all the entire information onto her test, raised her hand. 

“yes, miss fisher?”

“you seem very happy this morning, doctor jones, has something happened?” the man’s smile somehow grew bigger as he thought back to the events of the night before.

“something has happened, miss fisher, and i’ve been waiting all morning to tell you-i’m getting married.” 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged

warnings: none

AN: Happy 82nd birthday Harrison ford! ❤️

I leaned against the doorframe to Indianas classroom. He glanced over at me and smiled before turning back to his students taking a test. I slowly entered the room and leaned against the wall. He shook his head and ducked his head as I blew him a kiss. The bell rang and he tried to talk over the noise as the students walked past his desk, papers spilling over it. I walked over and started to shuffle them together as the last student left the room.

“Midterm?” I asked. Indy nodded. “They seems to be working down to the wire. You don’t go easy on them do you?” Indiana laughed and took the papers from me.

“I’m also not too hard on them. They were given an option of writing an essay for extra credit. That’s what they were working on. Not that any of them really need it.” He shrugged as he shoved the papers into his briefcase.

“so now that that’s done, anything special planned for your birthday professor?” I asked, batting my eyes at him. Indiana rolled his eyes and threw his arm over my shoulders. We walked out of his classroom and down the hall, saying hello to a few students that walked past us.

“I have plans to go out with my wonderful partner tonight. They apparently have something planned and won’t tell me what it is.” He teased. I squeezed his waist and laughed.

“yeah. And there’s a good reason for that. It’s called a surprise for a reason.” I shot back. Indiana laughed before pushing the doors open and heading out onto the grounds. We made our way to his car and headed to my house. “Remember, I’ll meet you at your house at 5 for dinner and then we’ll come back to mine.” I said, leaning in the drivers window. Indiana nodded.

“You keep reminding me.” He said, smiling at me as I ran my hand over his stubble. “I love you.” He whispered, letting me pull him in for a sweet kiss.

“I love you too.” I whispered back, moving to stand on the curb. “I’ll see you soon!” I called as he pulled away. Turning back around, I hurried into my house and smiled as I saw Marcus and sallah decorating the house. “Oh good!” Sallah came over to hug me as he let go of the last balloon. “You’re nearly done!”

“for a second I thought he might come into the house.” Marcus sighed. I laughed.

“nah.” I waved him off. “It’s Indy. He’s gonna be a gentleman through and through.” Marcus rolled his eyes and went to hang some streamers.

“so how are you going to keep this a surprise from him?” Sallah asked. I winked at him and tapped the side of my nose, making sallah laugh.

“you underestimate me sallah.” I said before heading into my room to change. I entered the living room and smiled. “You two knocked it out of the park!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands together. Sallah bowed and Marcus blushed.

“guests will be arriving just after you leave. So give or take ten minutes.” Marcus said. “And it’s going to take you about that long to get to his house.”

“thanks for all your help.” I said as I hugged both of them before heading out. It was a quiet walk to indianas house. He kissed me when he opened his door, ushering me over to his car and heading over to the restaurant. “So what do you really want for your birthday Indiana?” I asked as we sat across from each other.

“just a quiet night with you.” He sighed. “With everything going the way it had lately, just being home with you is enough this year.” I smiled sympathetically at him.

“you still getting those calls from the government?” I asked. Indiana shook his head.

“not for the last couple weeks.” He admitted. I nodded and watched as the waiter brought over the check. “I know. I know.” He chuckled, holding his hands up. “I don’t like it but fine. You pay for my birthday dinner.” I nodded with a smirk and put down the money with a big tip. We headed out to the car, Indiana draping his jacket over my shoulders when he noticed me shiver. Indiana kissed my hand as we neared my street.

“I think you’re going to enjoy tonight.” I said. He smiled at me and raised his eyebrows.

“really?” He asked. I nodded. Indiana looped my arm through his as we neared my door. I opened it and tried to bite back my smile as I turned on the lights.

“surprise!” Everyone yelled as they popped out of their hiding places. Indianas eyes went wide before he looked over at me with a smile.

“happy birthday baby.” I said, leaning over to kiss his cheek before pushing into the waiting crowd.

[catcherblocks]

young harrison ford in S4, EP 18 of The F.B.I (1969) 💍💍

[edgessunflower]

Mrs Jones

Pairing:Indiana Jones x Fem reader

Description:After being on a long adventure in Vietnam,you decide that you would like to be with him on more of his adventures

You drink the rest of the bottled water given to you by a local along with a small bag of fruits for both you and Indy.The two of you laugh along the way trading laughs and flirting in between as you walked to the small home you were staying in for the last 3 weeks of your journey."I might not have beaten the tsunami but at least I beat the crap out of those three guys on the mountain" you roll your eyes as he flexed his arm as you smack him in the chest "You didn't but I sure did" winking at him taking his hat off his head putting it on your head giggling while he stares at you for a second feeling his heart flutter.He grabs your waist looking at you with his eyebrow raised giving you his well known smirk "Oh did you now?" your response of sarcasm is soon forgotten when the next thing you knew you were in a incredible gentle kiss that took your breath away still feeling his warmth breath on your face after he pulls away.He smiles one of his genuine smiles that he only shows to people that he grows bonds with "If you want my hat then it's yours Mrs Jones" you giggle pulling back into another kiss before finishing the walk to the house.

[erosmutt]

((im not a long hair girly, but im growing it out and my mind is reeling!!))

Your hair getting stuck in Harrison Ford’s earring.. 💀 😭 and then he just starts tugging at it, teasing you

😭 why is it so.. mm scrumptious I didn’t

writing for old harrison bc best Harrison. I SHOULD MAKE ASSISTANT!READER A SERIES

it was a day that you two had gone on a drive. it was nice out and you had gotten him out of the house.

you two were in his Lincoln Nautilus, speeding down lake shore drive. He was driving, because he didn't trust you to drive. nothing personal, but you were a young girl. you would most definitely be reckless when you drive.

all four windows were down, wind flowing through your hair. harrison had his left hand on the wheel while his right arm rested on the console. 'dani california' blared from the speakers courtesy of you, despite him telling you his old ears couldn't handle it. a lie, of course. he'd give anything to see his pretty little assistant happy, even if that anything was bursting his eardrums.

your pretty long hair whipped around as you sang along, and when harrison tried to sit up straight, you whine. "owwwuh!"

he glances at you, and raises an eyebrow, turning his attention back to the stretch of road in front of him. "you can't do that, i might drive off into the lake." he jokes, making you narrow your eyes. "well maybe you're too old to be driving." he rolls his eyes as he accelerates to keep up with traffic. "what's the problem anyway?"

you reach up to his ear to try and tug your hair away. of course, he had to wear studs instead of hoops today. he swats your hand away and begins to untangle your hair from his diamond earring. "maybe you should chop some of that off, eh? it gets everywhere, you know." once it's free, he grabs a tress of your hair and yanks, drawing a whimper from you.

"what the hell?!" he grins, consistently tugging as he continues driving. "you're distracting me." he says. you look at him in disbelief. "stop pulling my hair!" he just chuckles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "you like it."

you frown. "i do not!" he lets go of your hair to give your thigh a pat, then a gentle squeeze. "i'm not the one you should be trying to convince, sweetheart."

[lordkryze]

It’s been following me everywhere

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

ONLY 11 JSKKNWSKSJSKSKS PLSSSSSS 😭⁉️⁉️⁉️

[callie-the-creator]

nsfw alphabet with…

cw. mdni.

a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

like any man after sex, he’s going to become incredibly tired and is bound to fall asleep a few minutes after you two are done. he needs it, especially after the hell he goes through whenever he goes on his archeological adventures. but in the small window of time before he goes to bed, he spends that time pampering you with love. he’ll shower your neck, shoulders, and chest in kisses while he has his strong arms wrapped around your body.

b - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

it’s no secret that indy is a bit of a womanizer and in his years of experience, he has grown incredibly confident in his own skin. with that being said, i think to say that his favorite attribute of his has to be either his hair or…y’know…the schlong.

yours though? i think it’s safe to say that he’s a sucker for your beautiful eyes and thighs…hey, that rhymed!

c - cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

indiana would 100% respect your boundaries. you don’t want him to cum inside? that’s perfectly fine— is your chest a suitable substitute?

d - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

n/a. sorry! i can’t really think of anything for him. i feel like he’d be an open book to you when it comes to all things sexual and wouldn’t want to hide anything from you.

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

of course! indiana has lots of experience, so there is no need to worry when he’s taking care of you.

f - favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or doggy. i will not elaborate further.

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if he hasn’t been able to see or touch you in weeks or months because he’s out somewhere in the world on another one his adventures, by the time he gets back home he is not a force to be reckoned with. he would be deadly serious and a touch from you would calm him down in a heartbeat. of course, he has a goofy side to him. he is not afraid to be a bit corny.

h - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

realistically, i think he’d try to keep it trimmed. he has a well amount of body hair, but nothing too overwhelming. if you don’t believe me, just look at his beautiful chest hair. awooga!

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it truly depends on his mood. indiana could praise and cherish you as if you were some sort of ancient deity one night and treat you the complete opposite the next.

j - jack off (masturbation headcanon)

yes, he does jerk off, not a lot, just when you’re not around to help. he mainly does it on his expeditions since you’re safe at home and he can rest easy knowing that you’re not about to get yourself hurt trying to retrieve whatever artifact he’s searching for. but the truth is that his hand pales in comparison to you…

k - kink (one or more of their kinks)

something tells me he has a ‘daddy’ kink. he’s fond of any name that gives him a sense of power and he also loves being called other things whether that is ‘sir’, ‘doctor’, or even ‘professor’.

l - location (favorite places to do the do)

strictly the bedroom, but if you’re nice and persuade him long enough, then maybe he’ll have some fun with you in his office.

m - motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

nothing folds his man quicker than seeing you in a skirt or even a nice dress. though…he will admit that he just loves seeing you get all coy and shy around him. you not to mention the noises you make when he fucks you get him even more hard than he already is, especially little high pitched squeaks you struggle to hold in but they escape past your lips nonetheless.

n - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no blindfolds, handcuffs, fearplay, or anything like that. indiana has been captured times countless times and evaded many foes. going into the things listed before would throw this man for a major loop.

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

indiana finds oral a little weird at first, but you were able to change his mind real quick. he usually prefers to receive but always makes sure you’re satisfied, whether you cum on his tongue, his fingers, or his cock. but he’ll have you have free range when you’re going down on him, but when it’s his turn? he’ll make sure to be gentle with you…unless you prefer him to be a bit rough with you. he is at your very command.

p - praise (are they complementary toward their partner?)

oh, absolutely! you already know this man is going to call you every pet name in the book when you two are making love. honey, sweetheart, you name it.

q - quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

i am a firm believer that indiana would take his time with you. so, no funny business! while he doesn’t necessarily support the idea, he definitely won’t reject the idea if you were to offer.

r - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no. nope. absolutely not. he’s a professor, for goodness sake! he has a reputation to uphold. of course, if you were abroad on a vacation, trip, or adventure…then that’s another story entirely.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in a row? indiana usually go one or two before he passes out, but he makes it for in stamina. he’ll probably fuck you until the break of dawn if you were to give him the proper chance.

t - toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

n/a. i am not knowledgeable in sex toys from this time, so i don’t think i can really answer this part. sorry!

u - unfair (do they like to tease their partner?)

hohoho, you’re in a wild ride. indiana can be a huge tease when he wants to be, he enjoys how dependent you are on him for pleasure and sometimes he’ll leave you on the edge just to hear you whine and beg for him. he’s a master at knowing when you’re just about to finish and he’ll pull back while you shake, so close it hurts.

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i don’t think he’s all that loud. in fact, i think mainly narrows down to grunts and lots of praises (bonus points if his voice cracks or is raspy in the moment).

w - wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

n/a. i got nothing…

x - x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

in terms of length, i would say that indiana is slightly above average.

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

about average, but with all those expeditions away from you? it might as well have increased his sex drive because he can’t stop thinking about you. he needs to focus! those artifacts aren’t going to find themselves, after all.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i said before, it doesn’t take long…i’ll give it abouuuut…5 minutes tops.

[ddejavvu]

pairing: han solo x reader

summary: han knows how to reset your attitude

contents/warnings: based on the line 'you could use a good kiss!', condescension, brat!reader and subsequent brat taming, use of 'sister' as a pet name as he uses it for Leia in the movies (ie. not the way you'd use it towards an actual sibling), don't like don't read.

You call storming after the hotheaded captain through the corridors of his rickety ship justified, but Han calls it ridiculous.

"Han Solo," You call with a growl, you voice ragged and rough with indignation, "This is not what we agreed on!"

"You don't call the shots around here, sister," He lets out a deprecating bark of laughter at your anger, but his amusement fades the more doggedly you pursue him, "This is my ship, and I decide what we smuggle."

"And you've decided on rathtars?" You shriek, "They could massacre us all with only one tentacle, and they've got dozens!"

"That's why they're gonna be in cages," Han drawls, sounding for all the world like he's never been more exasperated, "C'mon, princess, y'think I'm stupid or something?"

"Pretty frequently, yeah!" You gush, ramming into his back when he stops in the doorway of his quarters. You haven't caught your balance yet when he whirls around, but he grips your jaw and leaves the steadying to you as he plants a firm kiss on your rage-stained mouth. There's not a whole lot of tongue, teeth, or anything kind, it's forceful and near-bruising. It's not a gesture of affection, it's a lecture, a chastisement, a scolding.

He breaks away and his eyes hold reproach as he levels a warning glare down at you, your face still held in his hands.

"There, crazy, 'that fix 'ya? I know what I'm doing, I wouldn't bring something onto the ship if I thought it was gonna kill us."

They're angry, you want to say, but Han's kiss has effectively silenced you, your jaw aching gently in his large hand.

He seems satisfied with this, knowing you wanted to fight but seeing that you'd chosen to secede, and leans in once more. This time it's a reward, a sweet, kind thing that he's happy to give you.

"Good." He decides, letting go and retreating into his quarters, knowing you'll follow at his heels the way you always do, "Just ignore 'em, baby. I'll do the dirty work, just pretend they're not even here."

[ave09]

cheater

indiana jones x wife!reader

note: the title is very deceiving lmao. i’m still on my indy kick, and i’m about to write some han stuff bc i love that man. this is set after temple of doom and is just some nice fluff

“you cheat again dr. jones!” 

“i did not!” 

“once a cheat, always a cheat, dr. jones!” shorty exclaimed. you couldn’t help but laugh as you exited the kitchen, a plate of assorted fruits in your hands. 

indiana and shorty were seated on the floor, cards in hand. upon returning to shang hai, you all had decided to lay low for a bit. after dealing with the thugee cult and barely escaping with your lives, a break was very much needed. 

so you’d rented a hotel room and hadn’t left in three days, trying to rest and recharge.

you moved toward the coffee table that the two were seated near, placing the plate of fruit onto the table top. “honey, can you tell shorty that i’m not cheating?”

you glanced at your husband and shrugged, “i don’t know if i can, you do tend to cheat at these sort of games.” 

the man gasped dramatically, feigning offense, “i am wounded, sweetheart! my own wife thinks me out to be a cheater.” 

“you’ve done it one too many times indy, i just don’t know if i’d trust you with the cards.” 

indiana set his cards face down upon the floor, a devilish grin upon his face as he stood up, moving toward you.

“you think of me as dishonest? a scoundrel?” he asked, his hands resting upon your hips. you glanced up at him, a smile toying on your lips, “maybe, maybe not.” 

indiana leaned in slightly, “but you like me cause i’m a scoundrel.” 

“hm, i don’t know. i have a thing for nice men.” 

he scoffed, “honey, i’m the nicest man around.” he then pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. your arms snaked around his neck, while his drifted lower down your hips.

“hey! indy and the missus! stop that!” 

a laugh bubbled in your throat as you pulled away from your husband, glancing at the boy who’s expression had morphed into one of disgust.

indiana shook his head lightly, “y’know, sometimes i forget the kid is here.” “indy!”

“i’m just jokin’ honey.” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“ew, dr. jones!” 

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: swearing

taglist: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @eclecticwildflowers

The desert wind blew around me as I stood looking out at the dig site. Sand swirled around me and I pulled my bandana up over my nose.

“Dig doesn’t start until tomorrow you know.” I nodded to acknowledge Indiana but didn’t take my eyes off the site.

“It’s out there you know.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. “My research is right. We’ll find the box.” Indiana nodded.

“I believe you.” He put a hand on my arm and I turned towards him. “Sallah believes you. Now come on. Let’s go inside before this turns into a sandstorm.” I nodded and followed him into the tent sallah had prepared for us.

“I will admit, it’ll be nice to go back to the hotel once this is all done.” I chuckled as I pulled off the bandana. Indiana laughed and laid down on the bed.

“Oh come on doll. Nothing beats camping out under the stars like this.” I laughed and laid down next to him. “And come tomorrow this bed isn’t going to matter at all. We’ll be so exhausted it will look like a master suite.” I laid my head on his chest and sighed.

“you’re right.” I agreed. “As long as…” Indiana kissed me and wrapped his arm around me.

“nope. You’re not jinxing this dig. Not like the last one.” I chuckled and pulled indianas hat off his head.

“that wasn’t my fault Indy!” I cried as he made a grab for the hat. “You know it wasn’t my fault. Someone…hey!” I leaned over the edge of the bed, holding the hat as far away from him as I could. Indiana laughed as he tried to grab his hat. “Hey!…someone forgot to check the weather for the week! Indiana!” I laughed as I nearly fell off the bed, Indiana laying on me as he continued to try to get his hat.

“Give me my damn hat.” He growled out. I laughed as I let gravity bend my back towards the ground. I yelped as I started to slip off the bed. “Oh!” Indiana gripped my hips and pulled me back onto the bed. I jammed the hat onto my head and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“My hero!” I teased as Indiana let his head rest against my collarbone. He chuckled before pushing up on his forearms.

“You’re lucky I love you.” I smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you.” He drawled as he plucked the hat from my head and rolled off me. I huffed as I sat up and watched him put the hat back on, covering his eyes.

“yeah love you too Indy.” I scoffed as he settled down. I moved to get up when he grabbed my arm, pulling me back down against his chest.

“Go to sleep sweetheart. You’ll need the rest tomorrow.” He muttered, eyeing me from under the hat. I laughed as I leaned up to kiss him again before settling in against his chest.

[graveyard-stray]

I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

Also Leia is the exact same height as me so this would actually be my height diff with Han 🤭

[edgessunflower]

Yoooo! How about some Indiana Jones x reader? Maybe indiana surprises the reader with a vacation that doesn't involve artifacts/treasure hunting?

Thank you!! <3333

Woooo okay dokey!

Jones vacation

Pairing:Indiana Jones x GN reader

Description:After getting engaged Indy takes you on a surprise vacation

You smile following Indy to the car excited to where the two of you were going listening to music on the radio as he drove to the airport.He told you that the two of you were going somewhere in honor of getting engaged but wouldn't tell you where thinking it would end up with the two of you somewhere in the desert hunting some rare treasure from god knows how many time periods ago.You both quietly laugh,eat,and sleep on the plane until you landed getting outside of the airport and being blindfolded by him and going in a car mostly likely a cab or a rental car "Honey where are you taking me" he laughs as you look around despite not being able to see "Oh baby you'll see it's a surprise" you hold his hand the rest of the way until the car stops and he helps you out leading you with his arm as you try to guess where the two of you are knowing it was too cool and sunny to be the desert and to warm to be anywhere with snow.After walking for a couple of minutes you felt sand under your feet waiting patiently as he took the blindfold off your face immediately covering your mouth and your eyes widening in awe of the view infront of you of the clear blue and green ocean and almost white sand and the sea turtles going in the water realizing you were at the beach "Surprise darling" you turn with the biggest smile on your face hugging him as you both go and get changed.You spend hours on the beach sun bathing,tanning,and swimming going back taking a cold shower,eating dinner,dousing each other in aloe and finally going to sleep in each other's arms once the aloe got you cold enough to not be in pain and enjoy the next few weeks at the beach before going back home to celebrate with both your families and friends and to start planning your wedding together.

[erosmutt]

I KNOW I TALK ABOUT HARRISON FORD A LOT AND IM SORRY

BUT like I struggle really bad with eye contact (Probably because of my autism lmao) but Harrison Ford is just so soft, like HAVE YOU SEEN THISE EYES???? I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND CALL ME A GOOD BOY

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RAHHH don't you ever apologize for talking about Harrison 😩

he's sooo sweet to you despite people thinking he's a mean dickhead. he'll make comments about his "old knees" and how you have no business being perched on his lap, but he pulls you against his chest and rests with you, rubbing your back while the two of you watch a movie <3

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A Night In Cairo

Chapter 1

Indiana Jones x Gender-Neutral Reader

You’re a Intern at Marshall College in Bedford Connecticut and you work with Dr.Jones, but he sucks at his job and is never there and is always behind with work making you get the short end of the stick. Then he drags you on a trip to Cairo with him.

I do want to clarify that I am making this story up as I go so i really have no idea where it is going, I'm just writing this to improve my writing skills, so this isn’t gonna be the best writing you’ll see. (and I wanted to write something with the new Indiana Jones movie coming out. I have major brain-rot! Gives me an excuse to write more about my comfort character >:} ) and if you have any feed back or criticism I would love to hear

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‘D correct, B nope wrong, A wrong, C that’s not even close.’ Walking down the very crowded and busy streets, while grading late work that your ‘boss’ didn’t finish and trying not to bump into people at the same time isn’t the most ideal way to start your morning, but you didn’t have a choice when he snuck them into your bag yesterday without telling you and leaving a note on top saying

“Grade these before tomorrow.” - Jones

At this point you don’t know why he’s a professor at a college if he’s never going to be in his office to do his work or help his students. ‘Incorrect…’ Probably one of the reasons these tests have horrible scores. He always does this when he's never in his office. His work plies up and you have to deal with finishing it and not to mention whiny students. ‘Wrong!’ This job is so frustrating!  ‘Wrong again!’ Why did you even agree to be an intern? 

As soon as you set foot on campus you finished grading the last piece of paper, you bring your bag around your body and place the late work in one of the pockets as you walk inside and make your way to Dr. Jones office. The whole building smells like an old book with a faint hint of coffee, it’s filled with the sound of people chatting, footsteps on the hardwood floor, students yelling- Turning the corner you see a crowd of students in front of Dr. Jones' door. They all look worried, pissed, or confused. One of the students sees you out of the corner of their eye. 

“Hey! You! You’re the professor's assistant or whatever, right? You can help us!” This causes other students to turn around and approach you with their problems. All the students are complaining to you all at once you freeze not knowing what to do. This all way too much. You .start to push your way through the wave of the students and up to the office door, and once you finally reach it you open the door. Before you enter the office you turn around to look at the students. 

“I know you’ll have concerns with the professor but right now, isn’t the best time to fix them! I’ll talk to Professor Jones and see if we can set up individual meetings!” 

The crowd of students let out a groan or a sigh of frustration, you close the door and take a deep breath recollecting yourself. You look up and surprise! He isn't here. His office is a small and narrow cluttered room with a messy desk that has work piled up high, shelves stuffed with artifacts and books, and in the back left corner there’s a boiler. It's a complete mess. The office is basically a storage room at this point, actually maybe it is. You take the late work out of your bag and place it on his desk, then sit down in a seat that’s in front of his desk while you check your watch. It's 9am. Class starts at 1pm. 

There’s a small radio on his desk you lean over and turn on. It starts to softly play music, sounds like Kay Kyser. You soak in the music as you look out the small window. It’s the one thing in this office that makes it less claustrophobic, it’s also great for daydreaming when you’re bored. The window is on the first floor of the building and has a nice view of the campus front lawn. Many students go out there to sit in the grass and study, it’s a good place to people watch. The weather is nice today. It's sunny out, the flowers are blooming, the trees are growing their leaves back, and Dr. Jones is speed walking across the sidewalk. Finally he’s here. Not too long later he pushes through the door. You look up at him.

“Good Morn-“ 

“Did you get the work done?” You point over to them on his desk. You're pretty used to him interrupting you. He hands you a cup then picks up the papers and puts them in a different pile, seriously how does this man stay organized? You looked down at the cup in your hand.

“What did you want me to do with this?”. You lift the cup. He doesn’t look at you and keeps going through things on his desk. 

“For you..to ya know…drink? I picked it up on the way here. I already drank mine on my way here…where is it? And uh.. I remember you don’t like coffee…so..I swear it was right here! I got you tea- Oh there!” He picked up a small scroll and put it in his pocket. This is probably the first time he’s ever done anything for you.

“Uh thanks?” Jones sits at his desk, he gives you a quick glance from over the top of his glasses and then starts to write something down, probably today’s lesson plan. Time passes and eventually noon comes and Jones and you walk side by side to the classroom. The work you do during Jones’ classes is very simple: he asks you to get something for him, or hand out papers etc. Hopefully one of these days he’ll let you actually talk. His classes are VERY boring, usually lectures with his rambling taking up most of class time. When you look out at his students a lot of them are usually sleeping, trying not to fall asleep, zoned out, or making goo goo eyes at him. Today was a lecture day.

“Ancient Egyptian artifacts are some of the most highly sought-after and mysterious relics of history. These objects have been passed down through generations and are seen as sacred and divine. They are typically made of gold, silver, or other precious metals and often depict scenes of ancient Egyptian life or mythology!” He’s rambling again. 

“These artifacts are a powerful link to the culture and history of Egypt and are valued for their cultural importance and great artistic value and-“ he pauses as he  looks out the door and standing there is Marcus Brody, an academic, curator, and good friend of Jones. Jones looks back over to his students and clears his throat 

“Uh, that’ll be all for today-“ and before he could say anything else students stampede through the door trampling anything in their way. When the students clear you walk over to the two older men to ask what’s going on. Jones also dismisses you as well and says he will see you tomorrow. You are about to protest but you shoot the thought down quickly, that man is too damned stubborn so you don’t question it and make your way home. Hey, at least you get to go home early, and he didn’t even give you anything to work on.

When you walk home you take your time taking in the scenery. Yes you're in a city and most places are grimy, crowded, and loud but there are still things to admire. Soon enough you arrive at your red brick apartment building. You walk up the rickety stairs of your small stairway and unlock your door. The door opens with a creek. Now this apartment is small when you walk in to your left is a very small kitchenette, right across from it is a twin sized bed and next to that is a small doorway leading to a bathroom with a closet shaped shower and toilet. It’s not much, but it’s home. 

You stole some food from the faculty lounge before you left, so you munch on it and get ready for bed. Reaching under your bed you pull out a foot locker that has your clothes in it and change. You sit on the edge of your bed and take a deep breath then let out a hefty sigh. This internship is so draining sometimes. At first it wasn’t that bad, it was actually quite fun. Until Jones kept disappearing and leaving you to deal with his problems. You can tell that he does try and loves to teach but he really needs to get his priorities in order and communicate better. You’ve thought of quitting multiple times because of how draining this job is, but it pays well and you need the money. You wish you could have something more exciting. You let out a yawn and stretch your arms above your head, looking over at your clock and it’s almost 10pm. Damn how long were you talking to yourself?

“Jeez I guess I should really go to bed..”you mutter to yourself. You get under your thin sheets and stare up at the ceiling waiting for dreams to begin. Your eyelids start to get heavy and right before you drift off someone knocks- no bangs on your door making you jump up. It’s so late at night who could be here? You panic a bit. What if someone is trying to break in? Your mouth goes dry, you go to your kitchen and grab your rolling pin then walk to the door. You took a deep breath and opened the door and were met face to face with a slumped over hands on his knees and very out of breath Dr.Jones. You have so many questions but before you could ask he started talking.

“Pack. We…are..leaving tomorrow.” He looks you dead in the eyes still breathing heavily.

“What?-“ he caught his breath and stood up a bit more, clearing his throat.

“We have to go.” You are so confused.

“Ok first off, what do you mean? Where are we going? What are you doing here? How do you know where I live? D-did you run here?” You stumble over your words. He sighs.

“Cairo. I am going to Cario. I came here to tell you that you're coming with me….also yes I did run here.” He looks down at your hands. 

“What’s with the rolling pin kid?” He raises an eyebrow. 

You look down and quickly come up with an excuse.“Uh, late night baking? But that doesn’t matter right now! I’m the one asking the questions! What do you mean Cairo? I can’t just leave, I have work. You have work!” He lets out another sigh this time it sounds a bit more frustrated.

“Look, we are going to Cairo. This trip is already funded and the college already knows. I told them. And you're an intern- my intern so you're gonna listen to me! C’mon get packed and I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning. I’ll explain and go into more details later.” And with that he turns around and leaves. You stand there for a moment in shock. What would you even pack for a trip like this? Also he never told you how he knew where you lived..