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put your head on my shoulder {indiana jones}

plot: you and indy are travelling and you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder.

character: indiana jones x plus size reader

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

You weren't the biggest fan of flying. The thought of being trapped in a tin can breathing in the same air as 100 other people freaked you out so before the flight, to help calm your nerves, you'd taken a sleeping tablet recommended by a trusted friend.

You were travelling with your colleague, friend and crush, Indiana Jones. The two of you were professors at the same college and had grown really close over the last year or so. Indy frequently went on archaeological digs and you'd always shown an interest since you were a history professor so this time, he invited you to come along with him.

Excitement wasn't the word.

You were beyond excited, constantly pestering Indy about what to wear, what clothes to take, what sites you'll wind up visiting. Surprisingly, Indy wasn't too annoyed and actually found your excitement about the whole thing quite adorable though he'd never admit that to your face. You and Indy currently had a very flirty, will they-won't they vibe going on. Any time that you thought things would happen, Indy pulled away. He had confided in you previously after one too many whiskeys that he was scared of commitment so you took a bit of a step back from the romantic side of things until he was ready. It hurt but you'd survive seeing as you two were friends and you knew that he cared, it was just that he wasn't ready yet.

You tapped your foot anxiously as you waited for the plane to board. Indy frowned at you, "That pill not kicking in yet, huh?"

"I only just took it, it takes a while to work."

"Why are you so anxious then? What's with all the foot tapping?"

"It's stupid," you scoffed as you shook your head. Indiana frowned at you and gestured for you to spit it out, "I'm stressed about the seat, well the seatbelt."

"What about it?"

"What if it doesn't fit around me? I'm not the skinniest..." Your cheeks burned furiously and Indy sighed. A voice chimed from above saying that your flight was now boarding, "Oh great."

"Then you get an extension." Indy shrugged. One thing you did love about him was his blunt, matter of fact attitude to things. He didn't stress, he didn't' sugar-coat, he just said things how they happened, "No big deal."

You followed him as he stood up in the queue, appreciating his blunt response, "It's silly, I know... I just get so paranoid. Normal seatbelts are black and usually extensions are bright red and it's just broadcasting 'hey everyone look at me I'm so fat I don't fit in the seat'!" You faltered, realising you were word vomiting all over him, "Sorry, I-"

He shook his head, "It's okay," he murmured, voice quieter so no one else your conversation, "I understand. Whether you need the extension or not, it's not a big deal. Doesn't make you any less of a person. Doesn't make you any less beautiful. Matter of fact, you're the prettiest damn person I've ever seen." As he finished, he realised what he had said and cleared his throat, turning away as a pink hue crept up and over his cheeks and ears.

You smiled, ducking your head to hide your bashfulness from him.

Boarding was quick and simple and soon, you and Indy were looking for your seats, "22, 23, here we are, 24. You want the window seat?" He asked which you gladly accepted since you didn't want to sit in the middle next to a stranger. You didn't mind looking out of the window, you found comfort in the clouds even despite your hatred of flying.

As Indy stored your bags in the overhead compartments, you sat on your seat, already finding it uncomfortable. Big hips weren't a great match for a tight plane seat. Oh well. Five hours, you could do this. You took a breath as you tested the seatbelt and...

"Nope."

It was a good 7 inches from closing. You raised your head, cheeks heating up from shame. It was stupid. You didn't know why you were so mortified to need a seatbelt extension on the plane but you just were. You liked your body, you were fat, curvy, plus size whatever you wanted to call it and you didn't mind it anymore but sometimes insecurities snuck up on you, this was one of those moments. You didn't need to look far for assistance because Indy was already handing you a bright red extension for the seatbelt.

"I asked for you. I also asked for a different colour but this is all they have."

You smiled, taking it off of him, "Thank you," you said, clipping it in and securing yourself in your seat. He sat down, "I know it's silly, I don't know why I'm so bothered by it."

Indy looked at you and smiled, "Don't worry about it. Seriously. People are too self absorbed to care whether or not you've got an extension... besides, I think red's your colour."

God, you hated the way he could make your insides turn to gloop and the way he could make your heart race with a simple smile. You thanked him quietly and conversation died down as he settled into his chair.

After around fifteen minutes, when everyone was boarded and the plane had began to move, you were starting to feel the effects of the sleeping pill you took so you tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in. You tried resting your head against the wall of the plane but the vibrations were uncomfortable and irritating. You tried resting your head back on the head rest but as you started to doze off, your head kept falling and you kept waking up. Your failure to fall asleep, or at least find a comfortable position, hadn't gone unnoticed by Indiana who was watching you from the corner of his eye with an amused expression.

"Oh just put your head on my shoulder and go to sleep, stop huffing and puffing," he said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him, not realising that he was being serious until he pulled at you to rest on him, "Put your head on my shoulder and go to sleep. I'll wake you up when we're there. Go on, get comfy."

Your heart was racing, pounding hard against your ribs as you settled on his shoulder. You could smell him; coffee, fresh linen and musk. Heaven. His shoulder was surprisingly comfortable, hard yet cushioned by his blazer and shirt. As you settled, your head found its way to rest near the crook of his neck, hand cupping his bicep. You were falling asleep fast but his muscles beneath your fingertips didn't go unnoticed by you.

Your breathing slowed as it tickled his neck and he knew you were sleeping. He swallowed, sparing a glance to you sound asleep on his shoulder, and tried to calm his own racing heartbeat. The way your breath warmed his neck, the way your fingers pressed into his muscle... Indy took a deep breath. He could smell your perfume - sweet and intoxicating - and it took everything in him to not wake you up and kiss you here.

With his spare hand he moved his hat to cover his eyes as his head rested back against the headrest (and then eventually opted to rest on yours) and tried to forget about the way his stomach flipped at the thought of you touching him. Indy had started the day thinking he still wasn't ready but this... this might change things. You were his favourite person. You had been the most constant person in his life for a year solid and that meant a lot to him. He valued you so highly and was scared that if he let you in, you'd end up getting hurt or worse but... he didn't know how long he could push you away for.

"I..." he whispered so softly that even if you were awake you probably wouldn't have heard him over the sound of the airplane and its passengers, "I think I'm in love with you." Maybe he was more ready than he thought.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 9 months

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no right {indiana jones}

plot: after indy overhears someone make a rude comment about your weight, he steps in to deal with them.

character: indiana jones x plus size female reader

warnings: negative comment about weight/body size, physical fight, panic attack, swearing, hints of sex

Part of my Plus Size History Professor x Indiana Jones series and part of my Plus Size Reader x Character series!

You hadn't wanted to come tonight, it had been upon Indy's insistence that you came so when he heard people sniggering about your weight and body in the dress that you were wearing, he felt like it was all his fault.

You had gotten all dressed up, wearing the dress that hugged your figure perfectly showing off that perfect stomach and those delectable hips. Indy loved you in tight clothing, he loved seeing your body. Growing up, hell even 2 years ago, you would hide your body and wear clothing that was baggier to hide those qualities you thought were unattractive. Indy helped you to realise that just because your body wasn't stick thin, just because it had lumps, fat rolls, stretch marks, just because your stomach was overhanging that didn't mean you were unlovable or unworthy of love. Quite the opposite.

You were a little nervous about wearing such a figure hugging dress to the party, general self-consciousness. You weren't great with social situations, usually overthinking all interactions but with Indy by your side you knew that you'd be fine. It was for the college, a fundraiser so there were lots of familiar face but lots of new faces too. He always helped to calm you in situations like this, he always made sure to include you in conversations and would always make sure people knew about your achievements in your field. There was even a time after you'd published your first research book and he went around the campus showing everyone because he was just so proud of you.

Things were going fine until he heard someone scoff behind your back and say, "She's brave dressing like that when she looks like that. If I was her I'd be hiding away from everyone."

"Right?" Another voice laughed, "Is that her boyfriend? Jeez, what does he see in her?"

"Maybe he's blind." The third voice giggled, "You'd have to be to date a whale."

Your heart sank.

All of a sudden, you were fourteen and being picked on for your weight in school. It was the laughter that was the worst thing in the world, the cruel giggles taunting you. Now, mid twenties, and it was still happening.

Tears immediately welled in your eyes as you looked down at your dress, stomach bulging in the red material. You felt awful. You stayed with your back to them too ashamed to turn, too ashamed to do anything. You didn't want to show them that you were crying over their words, they didn't deserve your tears. All could do was stand there, staring down at your body, wishing that you were strong enough to not care or strong enough to turn around and give them a piece of your mind.

It was only when you felt the hand on the small of your back leave that you remembered Indy had been beside you the whole time. He had heard them. His grip on his champagne flute was strong, almost enough to break it. How dare they giggle and snicker about your weight and appearance behind your back? His hand lifted from your back and he slammed the champagne flute down on the table that was conveniently to his left. He spun around.

"Indy," you squeaked out, reaching for him but he was too fast and he had already marched up to the group of three, two women and one man.

"I didn't know teenagers were invited to this party because that's what the three of you are acting like," Indy snarled, face contorted into one you'd never seen before. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils dilated from the anger was a sight you'd never seen before, "How dare you say things like that?! You should all be ashamed of yourselves."

"It was just teasing," one of the women said, "I actually love your dress." She looked to you and flashed a forced pearly white smile. Oh so she was one of those bullies; would act all nicey-nice to your face and then the second you weren't there, she'd turn and snap you in her jaws. You'd known lots of people like that in high school. They'd pretend to be your friend, tell you how pretty you were, introduce you to guys and then when they thought you couldn't hear them, they'd laugh and say that they should ask you out as a joke. Bullies, the lot of them.

Indy scoffed, "Don't bullshit me. You made my wife the butt of your joke, laughed about her, said some horrible stuff, turn the tables and you'd be sobbing into your fake designer handbags. I mean come on, are your lives really that boring that you just start insulting everyone around you?"

"Look, dude," the guy said, putting a hand on Indy's chest as he stepped forward, "if she doesn't want people commenting on her appearance then she shouldn't be wearing-"

Crack! The man didn't have a chance to finish because Indy had already balled up a fist and had hit him square on the jaw. Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as the two women gasped and the whole party around the two of you stopped to stare at the scene unfolding.

"Don't dare finish that statement, asshole!" Indy yelled, pointing his index finger at him as the man lay bleeding and groaning on the floor, "None of you are worth half as much as her. None of you! She is kinder than you'll ever be, she is far more worthy than the three of you put together, she's damn beautiful and you? You're all scumbags. You hate yourselves so much that you tear everyone around you down so it makes you sleep better at night but not tonight. Go to hell, all three of you!" His voice was loud and angry. You'd never seen him like this, never heard him get so heated and it was over you; it was for you. All you could do was stare in shock as Indy delivered the final blow, "You don't have the right to talk about anyone else's body!"

He stood, chest heaving, glaring down as one of the women helped the man up, "I- We are sorry," the woman said quickly, glancing around at the rest of the party guests knowing they'd witnessed everything.

You walked towards Indy, gently taking his forearm. He tensed and whirled round but when he saw it was you, he visibly relaxed, "Let's go," you whispered. The three were leaving, ashamed of their actions, but you couldn't stay here. You couldn't stay after being publicly humiliated like that. Indy nodded and led you out of the party as guests watched you the whole way out.

In the car home, neither of you spoke. You couldn't. If you spoke, you'd break and you just wanted out of this dress, you wanted to scrub at yourself in the shower and wipe the insults away, scrub the shame away... Indy glanced at you every few seconds, he knew you didn't want to talk but he just wanted to know that you were okay but he just didn't know how to approach it. Honestly he was worried you might be mad at him for causing a scene but he just couldn't let those bullies get away with speaking about you so casually and cruelly like that. The drive home was uncomfortable for the next twenty minutes.

It wasn't until you got back into the apartment that you began to crack. You immediately rushed to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Indy winced. Fuck, he thought thinking that he'd messed it all up but it wasn't him you were upset at. It was them and, truth be told, you were upset at yourself too. Years of actively trying to be more kind about yourself, years of trying to love yourself and be at peace with yourself and now one little comment has everything flown out of the window. They have you hating yourself and you hate that bullies like that can have and hold so much power.

You refused to look in the direction of the mirror as tears streamed down your face making your mascara run and your eyeliner smudge. Desperately, your hands tried to pull the zipper of the dress down but it was impossible, it was too high up and your arms just didn't bend like that. Your chest heaved with silent, panicked sobs as you tried and tried but ended up throwing yourself headfirst into a bit of a panic attack.

"I-Indy!" Indy, who was icing his already bruised knuckles with an ice pack, heard your strangled cry and dropped the ice pack on the counter to come to your aid. He could tell by your tone that it was serious so he didn't knock and instead burst into your shared bedroom. There you were, trying desperately to pull down the zip sobbing and panting.

"I-I need- need- out!" You wailed through your sobs and babbles.

Indy was quick to pull the zip of your dress down, helping to shove the red material down past your stomach and hips so that you could hastily kick yourself out of it, kicking it half way across the room. You stood, sobbing, as your hands tried to cover yourself. He'd seen you naked many times before and you weren't even naked, you were covered in underwear, but it was different tonight so Indy didn't question it. Instead, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and you quickly used it to hide the front of your body from him before you collapsed into his arms. He whispered soothing words of comfort in your ear until you'd stopped crying and until your breathing had returned to normal.

"You ready to talk about it?" He whispered, breaking away from your grasp ever so slightly (which wasn't an easy feat as your hands were gripping his shirt in a white knuckle grip). You shrugged, lip wobbling, "Okay, sweetheart, okay... are you ready to hear me talk about it?" You considered it for a few seconds before giving a tentative nod, "Okay good. Want to sit down?"

"I-I need to get changed." Your voice was thick and slightly hoarse.

Indy nodded, "You want me to stay or go?"

"Stay," you whispered, "but... can you shut your eyes?" You felt stupid. You were so comfortable around Indy but the wound was too fresh and you just wanted to hide from everyone including him.

Indy never thought you were stupid, not for one second, he nodded and complied after sitting on the edge of the bed, "Just let me know when I can open them." You checked to make sure his eyes were shut before you made your way to your chest of drawers. There was no question about what you were picking; you were taking out the largest, baggiest pyjamas you owned which was a massive navy blue novelty shirt and a very long, baggy pair of old pyjama bottoms. You took yourself to the bathroom, again not looking in the mirror, as you grabbed a fresh face cloth, ran it under the tap and scrubbed at your face. A couple of minutes later, after tying your hair up, you exited the bathroom to tell him softly that he could open his eyes.

He opened and gave you a wide smile, "There she is," he said. He knew exactly why you'd opted for your baggiest clothes but he didn't judge, he understood, he never once looked at you with pity... just with love. He led you out to the couch where he grabbed a blanket and let you wrap yourself up with it before he sat down beside you.

"I'm sorry," he licked his lips as he frowned, "for a few things actually. I'm sorry that those idiots said such horrid, awful things about you. I'm sorry that you heard their lies. I'm sorry they ruined it... I'm sorry I made a scene but I won't apologise for punching that son of a bitch, He deserved it. I couldn't stand there and let him talk about you like that." He looked at you and saw the hint of a smile on your lips, "How do you feel?"

You looked to your hands, tears once again automatically flooding your eyes, "Awful," you admit quietly, "I hate that I've let them bother me so much. I hate how dramatic I'm being. I wish I could be different, wish I could hear stuff like that and not let it bother me. Wish I could just not care about that stuff, y'know?"

"Sweetheart," Indy's hand moved to hold yours, "you got it backwards. You're not the problem here. You aren't being dramatic or silly or hormonal or anything like that. They're the problem, you know that right?" You shrugged.

Whenever you got upset over someone making a comment about your weight or your size or shape, the usual answer was something like 'toughen up' or 'well don't give them something to mock you for'. You were always told it was your fault they said stuff, it was your body they were mocking after all.

Indy shook his head, scooting closer to you, "They're the ones who should be ashamed, not you. Never you. You were just enjoying your night, you were just existing, you weren't commenting or mocking anyone's body so how dare they do it to you? You are beautiful so please, please, please," he squeezed your hands, "don't let them tear you down."

"I..." Words failed you as you stared at yours and Indy's joined hands, "I just... I really liked that dress."

"Why should they get to ruin it?" He asked, "Why should their stupidity affect the way you see yourself and the way you dress? Fuck them." You smiled slightly at his colourful language, "Wear the dress, wear it grocery shopping, wear it to the mall, wear it to work. Who cares? You look damn good in it. Your stomach looks so damn sexy in it. Your hips... god they look like I could take a bite right out of them... But why should you listen to me? Your body is yours. You liked the way you looked in that dress, listen to yourself. You know you looked good so do not think you need to change to fit their smallminded views."

"Oh, Indy," you wept throwing your arms around his neck, "You really mean all that?"

He nodded into your shoulder, pulling you flush against his chest, "Every word, princess," he murmured, "you are beautiful and you deserve to feel it... Please just ignore those idiots, they are worthless compared to you. You deserve to be comfortable in your own skin."

"How's your hand?" You asked him pulling back to study the bruised skin, "It looks sore, you didn't have to-"

"Course I had to," he scoffed, "think I'm going to let anyone say stuff like that about you? Absolutely not. It's fine, not broken just a bruise and a bit swollen."

"You know," you said, a smile tugging your lips upwards, "it was quite hot." Indy laughed. "You really liked the dress on me?" You asked, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Sweetheart, it - you - drove me crazy in it. We should've just stayed home and I could've given you much better memories..."

You smirked, cheeks feeling hot as heat pooled between your legs, "What if you helped me put it back on and told me how crazy it drove you?" You suggested softly, "Maybe you could take it off me too?"

Indy's grin widened, "Oh princess, I think that sounds pretty damn good." He stood, taking your hand and pulling you back to the bedroom to make some better memories for the red dress.

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