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lemonsprite · 8 months ago

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Hiii :))

I don’t know if your request are open but I’d like to ask for an Indiana jones x male reader, angst then fluff with some kissing at the end.

Totally okay if you don’t, don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ

Have a good day/night ^_−☆

𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 || 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐌!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: he can’t seem to say “I love you.” :[ Word count: 1.7K A/N: OMG YES PLEASE!!!! This fic is just my Cup of tea!! And thank you for requesting! >< Warnings: internalized homophobia (common for the time)

Indiana stared at his reflection in the mirror, his single blade razor gliding across his jaw, cutting at his stubble that’d be steadily growing over the past month. He angled his face from left to right, inspecting his shave job as his hand ran across his chin, feeling for any stray hairs.

“Indy.” You called from the bath tub, the water splashing slightly as you laid your head on the cold marble, looking up at him. “Join me in the bath will you? The waters nice and warm.”

The man in front of you swallowed thickly, cleaning his razor with a spare rag as he stared at you from the reflection in the mirror.

“I have to go to class.” He muttered, putting his shaving kit away.

“It’s 6 am…” you said aloud, staring at him concernedly, knowing where this conversation would probably go.

“You know… early bird lectures… and all that…” he excused, buttoning his shirt back up and checking his hair before turning for the door.

“You know what to do.” He said sharply before leaving the bathroom, the wooden door clicking shut signaling his departure. Leaving you alone in Indiana's bathroom.

You sighed, it’s not like this was the first time this’d happened. Looking at your knees poking out of the soapy water before laying your head on them, running your hands through the sudsy mixture forlornly.

Indiana had been like this for awhile and no one could blame him, he was a well known member of society, strong, smart, and with infinite connections in the world of archeology. If anyone were to find out he was dating you, a boy- he’d be ruined.

That knowledge still didn’t comfort the ache in your heart however in fact it only really made it worse.

You glanced at the edge of the tub, looking over Indiana's body wash, shampoo, and conditioner before grabbing the tubs plug and pulling, watching the water drain.

Slowly you rose, grabbing a near by towel and drying off your skin pruny from all the water.

The towel smelled like Indiana, a deep musky sent like the cologne he wears everyday and the old books he surrounds himself in.

Burying your face into it you sigh sadly once more. It hurt… a lot.

Just the other day you had cooked Indiana an elaborate home meal, you’d slaved in the kitchen for hours and when Indy had finally gotten back from work and sat down at the table he didn’t say a word.

A pit had formed in your stomach, getting the sense that he felt ashamed to be your lover.

That night you’d told him you loved him yet got nothing in return. Indiana had nodded curtly, stood back up, pecked you on the cheek and took the paper to go read in his bedroom.

You’d felt your heart shatter and at this point you don’t know why you still keep coming back to him. He’d broken your heart time and time again yet whenever he called you late at night you couldn’t help but knock once more on his door.

You looked yourself up and down in the bathroom mirror, shaking slightly from the cold. Your towel wrapped loosely around your waist.

Why do you keep doing this to yourself?

You couldn’t give yourself a proper answer, instead you walked out of Indiana's master bathroom and into his bedroom, noticing he had washed, folded, and ironed your clothes, leaving them in a neat pile on the edge of his mattress.

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you grabbed your garments and began to dress, taking your time as you watched the sun slowly rise through the blinds in the house's windows.

“What’s going on with you Dr. Jones?” Asked Indiana's colleague and friend Marcus Brody, nonchalantly flipping to the next page in the morning paper. “You’ve seemed more and more antsy these past few days.”

Indy sighed, taking off his glasses and wipping them with the hemline of his shirt. “Can’t talk about it.”

“Oh ho.” Smiled the man, not even looking up from his paper as he continued. “I know that look with you Indiana. Trouble with love?”

Indiana grunted in annoyance, fixing his glasses once more on his nose bridge.

“Have you tried talking to her? Women pride themselves on their communication you know.”

Indiana was silent, looking out the window of his classroom as he drummed his fingers against the table anxiously.

It was uncommon for Indiana to act like this, you always somehow managed to ruffle his feathers, making him act in ways he didn’t know were possible. Just thinking about it caused his face to go red from embarrassment.

The last few weeks for Indiana had been nothing but trouble. Every time he vows to quite you he can’t stop his hand from instinctively grabbing the phone and dialing your house number. It was bad- and Indy knew it.

People these days didn’t react to kindly to two men in love. That is if you can call it love. Indiana would do anything to wake up every morning to your face sleeping peacefully next to his, to have your bare chest pressed against his, the thumping of your heart beneath your skin reminding him that you are alive.

He knew realistically that it was a pipe dream, that a happily ever after with you both was impossible but he’d take what he could get and if that ment sneaking you through his window late at night like school kids then that’s what he’d do.

Indiana felt selfish for treating you in such a way. He knew it hurt you for him to act so distant instead of loving but he couldn’t give you up and he wouldn’t- he liked you to damn much, you made his heart flutter in a way Marion never did.

The other day when you’d told him you loved him it took everything within Indiana to swallow his bite of food and walk away, knowing that it would do more damage than good for the both of you if he were to respond.

Marcus hummed thoughtfully as he crossed his ankles, leaning back in one of Indiana's office chairs. “On the other hand if it’s that one boy your having troubles with you could always tell him how you truly feel.”

Indiana choked on his coffee, his eyes going wide in shock as he stared at Marcus coughing from the hot drink that’d gone down the wrong way.

“W-what?” He coughed.

“(Y/n) that one boy you are ever so keen about.” Marcus replied dismissively, waving a hand in the air. “I saw how you both looked at each other at the office Christmas party. He was your plus one if I remember correctly.”

Indiana stared at him in disbelieving silence, the coffee spill from earlier staining his white button up.

“Relax Dr. Jones.” Marcus said with a smile, finally glancing up from his paper. “It’s a progressive time, I’m happy for you both though I did not realize you swung that way.”

Indiana sputtered, lifting up a hand to protest but nothing came out of his open mouth, his brain short circuiting.

“I-“ he started, forcing his mouth to say anything. “I don’t know what to do…” he finally admitted, hanging his head in defeat.”

“In my professional opinion Dr. Jones.” Lectured Marcus, kicking his feet up on Indiana's office desk. “Tell him how you feel- poor blokes been through enough of this ‘will they, won’t they,’ nonsense.”

Indiana didn’t reply, instead he took another shaky sip of his coffee, and stared at the window, whacking Marcus’s legs with a rolled up newspaper to get them off his desk.

It was raining. Hard. Water pelted at the windows of your house and according to the radio it was supposed to start hailing ice the size of apples. You swallowed in discomfort, taking another sip of your tea as you watched out the window.

There was a knock at the door and you got up from your seat, placing the mug in your hands on a nearby coaster and straightening your tie as you made your way to the door.

‘Who in their right mind would be knocking at your door in weather like this?’

You threw the door open to reveal a very wet and very sad looking Indiana Jones, his hand raised in the middle of knocking once more. That would explain it.

“Indy?” You asked concernedly, almost as if you couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you. “What are you doing in the rain, why didn’t you drive?”

Before you could ask anymore questions, Indiana pulled his hat from his head and clutched it to his chest, looking you deep in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, his hair sticking to his forehead and his white button up clinging to his chest from the rain. “I love you, I really should’ve said it sooner.” And before you could utter a response back to him, Indy had scooped you into his arms, smashing his face against yours in a not so gentle kiss, his hand still clutching his hat cradled your neck while his other kept a sturdy grip on your waist making sure you wouldn’t fall from your knees going week.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized once more, the whisper of his words getting lost in your kiss and tickling your lips.

“I love you.” He admitted again, gently leaning forward to place a kiss on the corner of your lips.

“I love you.” He chanted over and over, covering you face in kisses, the stubble he’d so painstaking gotten rid of this morning returning to tickle your skin.

“You stared at him wide eyed, the rain starting to soak your clothes as your face went pink.

“C-come in why don’t you?” You asked, moving out of the way for Indiana to enter your small apartment.

“Please (y/n).” Indiana begged, grabbing your hands once he was standing on your welcome mat, his soaking wet clothes dirtying the floor around him. “I’m so so sorry.”

“Indiana.” You sighed, your eyes going soft as you pushed his wet bangs from his forehead. “It’s okay.”

“No it isn’t.” Indiana responded quickly, bringing your knuckles to his lips to press a kiss against the skin. “I shouldn’t have been so cold I- I was an idiot.”

You shook your head with a sad smile, looking at him in this state made your heart thump painfully against your rib cage.

“I’ll let you make it up for me tonight.” You smiled teasingly, grabbing Indiana by the hands. “First let’s warm you up, I’ll draw you a bath.”

Indiana smiled and squeezed your hand in reassurance, his thumb running lovingly over your knuckles.

Would you believe me if I said I rushed another fics ending TT.

Sorry if I haven’t finished many requests yet! My computers been glitching and I’m trying to recover my old writings (drafts of reqs) but it’s been so so hard :/

anyways I’m in France rn and on a horribly long bus ride so I decided to crank this one out on my phone! Sorry for any spelling mistakes!