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borahebangtan · 4 years

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Moledro (n.) - Chapter 8/?

Summary:- [Soulmate AU]

Moledro (n.) : a feeling of resonant connection with an artist you’ll never meet, who lives thousands of miles away. [Except in (Y/N)’s case, this connection is in the form of a very real tattoo on her wrist.]

Pairings:- Poly!BTS x Fem!Army!Reader | Rating: PG-13 |

Warnings:- One (1) F Bomb, Fluff, Poly + Gay Relationships

Word Count:- 2379 | BTS Masterlist |

AN:- **Clearly Shameful** Reminder: italicized text is being spoken in Korean.

The cold wind softly blew past her as (Y/N) power walked alongside seven boys and towards the exit of Haneul Park. Even though it was relatively late; around 8 o’clock at night, and the party of eight had been there since late afternoon, it seemed like everyone’s energy reservoirs were far from empty just yet.

As such, a mocking (albeit accurate) demonstration provided by Jungkook and Jimin of how Hoseok tended to power walk though airports inevitably lead to a power walk race. Giggling like they were a class of kindergartners on a school trip, everyone started advancing towards their ultimate destination faster by taking hilariously long strides.

That is, until Yoongi- the only poor soul too tired to engage in such childish activities- tripped over Namjoon’s long legs and was somehow sent hurtling into Seokjin’s arms. The poor dear had foolishly expected his hyung to shield his fall (which Jin did, technically) but Yoongi didn’t quite anticipate the other’s fierce competitiveness coming to bite him in the ass. He was more than surprised when Jin picked him up and off the floor to carry him bridal style and continue to furiously power walk his way down the streets of Seoul.

To everyone else the mere sight was goddamn hilarious; the pure confusion on Yoongi’s face priceless, but it wasn’t quite so funny to the boy currently being carried so carelessly. (Even if Jin’s hands were strong and secure around him and he smelled like bottled ocean breeze which Yoongi knew was a fake scent but was comforting to him nonetheless …)

(Y/N), who had given up on trying to keep up or compete with the unbridled athleticism of the maknae and the enthusiasm of the others, slowed and found herself staring maybe a little too long at the way Yoongi slowly settled into Jin’s embrace and soon enough put his head onto his hyung’s shoulder.

As was turning out to be the norm for when she was with the boys however, before (Y/N) could really think about it, she was distracted again. This time, the cause of noise was that Jungkook had won the little race they had impulsively started- and Jimin apparently really wanted to win for some reason.

“Aww hyung, come on! I know you're a sore loser, but-”

“Who’d you call a sore loser, you absolute little cheat?” Jimin fired back at the maknae, causing Namjoon to roll his eyes at the dramatic accusation while the others simply laughed.

“Okay okay, pack it up. Jimin-ah, we’ll let you choose the movie on our next date since you feel ‘cheated upon’. Okay?” It was Hoseok who suggested this, playing the peacemaker while Namjoon explained the little argument to (Y/N) and the hyungs remained preoccupied with each other.

“Really? Even if I make you all watch The Notebook again?” Jimin, the slighted one, raised his eyebrows as he asked he boys teasingly.

“Yes, even if you make us watch The Notebook again.” Namjoon growled out a little in frustration as he replied in English, causing (Y/N) to raise her eyebrows.

“What’s with the movie, suddenly?” She inquired, a little confused at the weird tangent the conversation had gone on.

“My favorite movie,” Jimin said simply, smiling as he moved closer to (Y/N) and held out his hand for her to take; they were all still trying to navigate their way to the where the boys parked their car.

“It’s classic, no?” Taehyung chimed in as well, throwing his arm around his fellow ’95.

“I … I haven't actually watched it yet.” (Y/N) shook her head a little guiltily; she probably should've caved in to Esha repeatedly pleading with her to watch the flick.

“Ah, really? That … seriously unbelievable, right?” Taehyung’s wide eyes got wider as he expressed his disbelief, causing (Y/N) to smile bemusedly at him.

“(Y/N), do you live in bubble? This is … unbeliebubble.” Seokjin's terrible, terrible, dad joke was immediately succeeded by his signature laugh and maybe it was the delirium caused by the beautiful night air but everyone laughed heartily at the his dumb show of humor.

“Aah but seriously, it’s too bad she’s never watched The Notebook- it’s best movie! Very, very good.” Jimin tried his hardest to drive the point home, and he wanted to say that maybe she could watch the movie with them someday, but he refrained, feeling shy enough as it was with his hand wrapped securely in hers as they walked.

As it so happened, Jungkook had the exact same train of thought. The only difference? He decided in a split second that he wouldn’t let his shyness get in the way of expressing his desires, unlike Jimin.

“(Y/N) noona, I- I’ll show you movie in, in my room. On projector.” The not-so-sly bunny made a big gesture to emphasize at the end, struggling slightly with his words but succeeding in ‘casually’ throwing his suggestion out there nevertheless.

“Alright, Jungkook … we’ll watch it together-”

“I wanna watch movie now.” Yoongi, also not-so-sly but a kitty cat this time ‘round, cut in; he barely let poor (Y/N) finish her sentence.

At this point of course, (Y/N) could see where things were going, but before she could fully voice her suspicions, another one of the boys was saying something.

“Come home! Watch notebook … with us.” Jimin had clearly decided that mincing their words wasn’t going to get them anywhere in their endeavors; the blatant truth was their best bet.

And then, suddenly, they were all looking at (Y/N) with so much sincerity in their pleading eyes that she could see clear as day that they genuinely wanted to hang out with her for even longer.

Just that simple fact alone was so mind-blowing to her that she could only sputter a bit when she tried to say something.

“You, you do realize this is technically like- the third ‘hangout’ you’re proposing in the span of a day, right?” Namjoon quickly translated for the others and then out of nowhere, Hoseok was gazing into at (Y/N)’s eyes, a little pouty and a little quiet and a lot of cute as he spoke.

“You don’t wanna?” Shit, (Y/N) could swear that in that moment they saw her heart physically combust into a million tiny pieces because her inner monologue only consisted of ‘Holy fuck he is absolutely adorable; what am I gonna do, say no?’

But then as if Hoseok hadn’t already done enough damage to her heart, one Kim Namjoon decided to join in, placing his hand gently on (Y/N)’s shoulder as his deep eyes seemingly pierced into her soul.

“We just don’t want this day to end yet … not yet.” She inhaled an embarrassingly deep breath after he spoke before she could force a reply out of her throat that seemed to be closing in.

“Okay. And, just for the record- one pair of puppy eyes would’ve been enough to convince me; you guys really didn’t have to go all out like that,” She couldn’t help but tease the boys a little (not at all with the hope that maybe teasing them would make them forget about her flustered little act just before) as she let out a small laugh.

Even before Namjoon explained what (Y/N) said to them, the rest of the boys were already smiling along upon hearing the sound of her laugh; yes, they were just that whipped.

It was then that the party of eight finally reached the car. Though it was a bit of a challenge trying to fit (Y/N) into the already more than full vehicle, they managed (perhaps with the sheer power of will, but nevertheless). And thus they began their their journey to the boys’ dorm.

For a little while, the only sound to be heard in the car was of Jimin and Taehyung giggling amongst themselves in the backseat about how their Yoongi hyung had blushed entirely red as soon as he was forced to sit besides (Y/N). (Who, by the way, was just holding onto the seat in front of her and trying her best to ride out the rest of the car ride without outright squealing at her current position.)

It was Jin who broke the silence.

“Hey, it’s around 9:30 right now and I’m pretty sure I can hear Jungkook’s stomach growling even from here, so I think we should order in some food when we get home. You should ask (Y/N) what she wants,” The eldest, from the driver’s seat, prompted Namjoon to translate for (Y/N) with a vague gesture.

“It’s 9:30 now and we’re all hungry, so like- Jin hyung said we should get some real food soon. What do you-”

“Real food, huh? So what I fed you guys earlier wasn’t good enough then?” The girl asked with a hint of faux offense in her tone, clearly in a teasing manner.

It wasn’t as obvious to the boys, however, because as soon as their leader translated for them (something that had become as instinctual as a reflex at this point), they began to jump on the apology bandwagon.

“No! Of course not!”

“Why would you even think that?”

“The food you brought was amazing! We would’ve starved without it!”

And this was all while simultaneously glaring at Namjoon for ‘offending’ (Y/N) in the first place. The boy in question could only sputter at the mild chaos in the car, obviously flustered.

(Y/N) couldn’t quite understand what the boys were saying but she could guess they were being apologetic, so she just squeezed Namjoon’s shoulder comfortingly and told him to ‘please translate.’

“I was just joking! And I’m definitely not offended, so you guys should stop side-eyeing Namjoon okay? You’re not very subtle about it anyways,” There was such mirth in her eyes this time ‘round that there was no mistaking her last words for what they were: an affectionate nudge.

And just like that, the car rolled into the parking space and everyone came spilling out of the vehicle.

(Y/N) somewhat awkwardly shuffled behind the boys, letting them lead the way to their apartment. She noticed how all of them walked in step with each other, almost as if in sync, but then again- they had probably walked up those stairs together more times than there were stars in the sky.

(Y/N) noticed as soon as the door to their dorm opened that the Bangtannies seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief; it really felt like they were finally home. It warmed her heart to know that they were so wholly comfortable in their own space, though thinking about the fact that they had to be so tightly wounded everywhere else made her feel bad.

The boys wordlessly began to shuffle about as they settled back in to their home, taking off their shoes and socks and getting glasses of water for each other. It was clearly a dance they had danced around one another for years.

Seeing them like this, (Y/N) also realized that she was grateful to already be someone they could be themselves around. She couldn’t help but think about what a privilege it was to see them this way as she unknowingly stroked their initials on her wrist.

“Our house!” Jungkook was the first to turn to the girl with his ever so endearing bunny smile, the front teeth peeking out to say hi in an ever-so-adorable fashion. (Y/N), momentarily distracted by the cuteness, took the moment to give the space a sweeping glance before she spoke.

“It’s cool … very clean, too!” She praised what she could; she could only really see the kitchen and dining table from where she was, but it still made the maknae line and Yoongi (who were the only four in the room) smile, so she considered it a win.

Then, before anyone could say much more, Hoseok and Namjoon were walking back in to where the others were standing although Seokjin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed to (Y/N) that the ‘92 liners almost scolded the others about something, and then she was being ushered towards the dining table and gently pushed onto a chair.

Unknown to her because she was busy looking around and admiring the huge chandelier in the room, the Bangtan fairies were hard at work. All of them were running around the house (as quietly as possible, so as not to give the impression to (Y/N) that they were doing anything particularly special), some of them haphazardly cleaning up unexpected messes, others calling up their favorite takeout places to order in, and others rounding up every single comfy pillow or blanket they set their eyes upon.

Almost everyone complained under their breaths about how inviting (Y/N) into their house with zero preparation was the worst decision they could have made; what would she think of them, how would she react if she knew how abhorrently messy some of them could be?

Still, with seven of them hard at work though (and a couple piles of messes being shoved quietly into closets), they managed to make their home presentable enough in a record amount of time.

(Y/N) finished drinking the glass of water that had been kindly offered to her and was starting to debate asking Yoongi about the whereabouts of the others. It was in this moment that, in the single most adorable show of hospitality she had ever had the honor to witness, the Bangtan fairies began offering (Y/N) means of comfort from all sides- be it in the form of yet another fluffy pillow or a scoop (mountainous in it’s size, but something resembling a scoop nonetheless) of ice-cream.

Little quips of “You not hot, right?” or “One more pillow?” or “More water?” kept coming as the girl looked around, flustered at how nice and considerate they were all being. Thankfully though, the boys slowly but surely became more and more comfortable in their familiar surroundings despite the largely unfamiliar addition to their group, and their slightly overwhelming wave of hospitality rolled over.

For what felt like the thousandth time that day, (Y/N) looked around and inwardly found herself unbelieving that this was really her life … and yet she hoped that such moments would never end.

AN:- i honestly feel like the most trash person in the world for posting after so many months, but i figured i might as well since i had it mostly written down anyways. i’ll spare you guys of excuses or reasons for not writing and just hope that you enjoyed this chapter. sadly, i still can’t make any promises regarding updates because my life is about to get a lot more crazy, but let’s hope for the best. i’m sorry you guys, and i hope you have an amazing day

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yikeswtfmate · 4 years

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Strange Times [Drabble - Out of Some Horror Movie]

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Pairing: Raymond [Charlie Hunnam - The Gentlemen] x Reader

Warnings: language; mentions of violence; some sexual references

A/N: prompt from here! this takes place some time before or after chapter 3, it’s up to you; i’m currently battling a monstrous writer’s block and i’ve had this in my drafts for centuries so here it is; going back into my cave of self-pity now

"Why are you covered in blood again?" Raymond demands, but Y/N shifts her gaze from side to side, not meeting his eyes, her lips pressed together into a fine line.

"I swear it wasn't my fault this time!" She raises her palms up in surrender as she throws herself into the soft cushions of the couch.

"Somehow I highly doubt that." Ray responds, crossing his arms and sitting on the coffee table right in front of her.

He watches her, expecting an answer, but when nothing comes out, he just fishes his phone out of his back pocket and unlocks it.

"What are you doing?" She asks warily.

"If you're not gonna tell me who you got into a fight with this time, I'm just going to call your brother."

"You can't just call my brother every time I do something stupid!" She yells, but Ray knows there's caution behind her offended expression.

"I can and I will. Mainly because he's the boss and if you did something stupid to hurt the business, I'm not taking the fall for you again."

"Fine." Y/N grumbles, and smacks her lips in distaste. "A fucking asshole had the audacity to catcall me on the street so I had to take care of it."

Raymond watches her through narrowed eyes, trying to gauge out any lie or omission she might be hiding. The faux fur she's wearing is mated in blood and when he gives himself a moment to process what she just said, his blood starts boiling. He keeps silent for a few seconds, forcing himself to calm down before speaking, because he definitely does not want to take his anger out on her.

"Is he still alive?" He asks.

"Dunno. Maybe." She shrugs.

Ray takes a deep breath and proceeds to take off her coat, nodding his head towards the door.

"Go and clean yourself. It's like you've been in The fucking Shining."

"IT 2." She responds, as she stands up and makes her way out of the living room.

"What?"

"IT 2 holds the record for the most fake blood used in a horror movie, you philistine."

"Y/N, I swear to fuck, if you're not gonna be clean by the time I finish this tea, I'm going to smack you." Ray warns, but she just leans on the door and smirks.

"Is that a promise, babe?"

"Fucking go!"

"Alright! Jesus! Fuck, you've spent too much time with Mickey!"

Ray can finally hear the rush of water from upstairs, and busies himself with putting the kettle on. His phone vibrates in his jeans and takes it out again to see a message pending from Y/N. He hopes she didn't send him another nude photo. Last time she did, he was in a meeting with her brother and he nearly chocked when he made the mistake of opening it without checking first. Thankfully this time it's just a short text message.

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A/N: i guess the text messages should’ve been the other way around, but i couldn’t pass up the opportunity of using that pic of Hunnam so you know

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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A Family of Five- Part 4: Games and Surprises

Calum and Harlowe’s marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it has always been filled with love. This is a collaborative experience with In Sorrow and In Joy. Dad!Calum. Black OC.

CW: Over the course of this series, there are mentions of pregnancy, therapy, and postpartum depression. There is also 18+ Content (Smut).

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Calum shouldn’t be this mesmerized by the way her skin looks. But he swears she used some kind of sparkly body oil. The glitter sparkles in the sun, her skin looks heavenly. Much more than it normally does. Brown glistening with gold flecks. He wants it coating his tongue. He shifts a little in his seat; he can already feel the strain in his pants. Calum should be concentrating on the menu in front of him. They already spent all morning in bed. She got in late last night from her reading, due to a delay. By the time she home, the last thing she wanted to do was fool around. Calum understood. Harlowe and he snuggled up in bed and she passed out pretty soon after curling into his chest.

However, the moment she woke up, Calum couldn’t keep his hands off her. She didn’t seem to mind either. It was slow, soft, lazy sex. Calum buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint sweet smell of her products, a mixture of something floral and coconut. He loved it. He wants to smell it again. He wants to be gentle in the beginning this time. Her moans are so sweet against his ears, but he also wants more. He wants to hear the pleasure ripping over her throat, he wants to see her eyes roll back into her head. Her wants to see her let go. Calum should’ve offered to cook. But Harlowe wanted to try this little brunch spot that just opened and he couldn’t say no to her pout.

She’ll only be free for a couple more days. Then it’ll be back to school for her, the end of her spring break. With the release of her new book of poetry, she got invited to a book fest. So they didn’t get to spend nearly as much time together as they both anticipated. The kids are with his parents. Moving back to Australia had its perks for sure. Though, Ashton took them for part of a day. Calum received a video of Esha and Ashton competing in DDR. Ashton’s message attached to the video was I got my ass beat by a nine year old.

Should the entire two days they have together be spent solely in the bedroom, or whatever part of the house they happen to be in? No, Calum knows that. So he shifts again and pulls his gaze to the orange menu in front of him. It’s enough contrast to the blue shirt of his she’s wearing. She stole the royal blue button up form his side of the closet and he can’t say anything. Especially not with the way she’s left a couple top buttons undone and tied it up at the bottom. Slivers of her chest and stomach poke out. He desperately wants to run his fingers over the stretch marks he knows so well already. She looks like a fucking goddess in front of him. Going on a decade of marriage should make things stale. But things have started to heat up for them. She’s off the meds with a doctor’s approval and Calum’s enjoying the way her new energy.

Calum glances up at her once again. She’s resting her head on the flat of her knuckles, squishing the fat of her left cheek, gaze zeroed on the menu. “You’re thinking about something,” Harlowe grins before lifting her eyes.

The moment feels like slow motion for Calum. He can see every lash as her lids lift, her dark brown eyes landing on his. “You,” he says softly, “I’m thinking about you.”

“Well I suggest you start thinking about what you want to order. Because you got three seconds before our server comes up.”

Calum’s fucked. He has no clue what’s on this fucking menu. He doesn’t care. When the server shows up, he lets her order first and then takes the same thing. “If I told them to bring me toast and one lemon, you would be so fucked.”

He exhales a laugh. “No, I wouldn’t be. You would be though.”

“I blame the fact that I had two kids. I can eat a house and home.”

“You talk about Te Koha’s appetite, but you’re the real culprit,” he grins.

She levels a finger at him. “You shush!”

“Make me,” he laughs. Harlowe doesn’t miss the teasing lilt to his voice, the small smirk that lifts half of his lips. She’s noticed him shift in his seat several times while she was debating what to order. She knows what he wants. She will not give in that easy. He’ll have to work for it.

“What are we? 23 again?”

The smile falls again, he exhales a chuckle. He doesn’t like being reminded of that age, much. It’s nothing against her. It’s everything against him. It was him that tried to end what they had. She had just moved to California for her master’s in poetry. They had been something a step above friends with benefits and a step below a real relationship. It didn’t seem to matter much what the label was, but Calum felt himself, dying to call her about every little thing. She was the first person he wanted to talk to in the morning and the last one he wanted to hear at night. He nearly ruined all that too. Over text message. Stupid fucking text message.

“Hey,” Harlowe says softly, reaching for his hand.

Calum shakes his head, sniffling. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to mention how stupid he was in that moment, how terrified he was of fucking it up with the best damn person for him that he did nearly fuck it up. “It’s nothing,” he whispers.

“Nothing my black ass,” she counters, tightly holding onto his fingers. “What’s up, baby?”

He’s doing it again. The same behavior that nearly lost her sixteen years ago. “I love you,” he exhales. “A whole fucking lot. Sometimes I guess it scares me what I nearly did; I’m still so sorry about that. I know I was young, and scared, and a whole bunch of other adjectives, but I was so utterly in love with you, I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t want to fuck it up. I still don’t want to fuck this up. I’m scared I will.”

Harlowe fights to keep the sigh from escaping her. She’s forgiven him. She knows getting Calum to open up requires more patience than she sometimes has. But God, does she wish he’d stop beating himself up over it. What words are left for her to say? “I’ve forgiven you, Calum. It’s time you forgive yourself. You’re human. You’re going to fuck up. I don’t think less of you.”

He nods. She’s right. He really ought to forgive himself. But the words to that message are burned into his retinas some nights and days. We shouldn’t do this; I shouldn’t do this. I can’t do this. You’re too good for me and I’m no good for you. I’ll ruin you. “But how? How do I forgive myself for something like that?”

“You admit it was a mistake. One mistake, amongst a lifetime of them. One you learned from. Clearly. Because we did it. We’re doing it. We’re literally married.”

Her inflection, her laugh, makes him crack a shaky smile. He looks down to the diamond ring. They made it, they are making it each and every day together. “Sorry for bringing it up. I just...sometimes I really get hit with how much of an idiot younger me was.”

“You live; you learn. Younger me was an idiot too. The girl I told off on twitter--yeah, not my most shining moment.”

Calum chuckles, head dropping a little remembering the rant she went on. “You didn’t exactly paint a pretty picture about me either.”

“Look, I was literally months pregnant with Koha and exhausted. The last thing I wanted to do was sit back and have thousands of people judging me-us- for not marrying sooner.”

“Valid. But you didn’t have to mention the one night I partied too hard and got sick, now did you?”

“Okay, but who cleaned up your vomit that night too? Off your own fucking floor? Me. Who took Duke to the vet the next day because you literally were lying under your sheets in the dark? Me.”

Calum groans. It wasn’t a shining moment for anyone. He was only going out for a few hours. He hadn’t had a drink in a while, keeping it out of the house while Harlowe was pregnant. It was a guy’s night tradition and Harlowe told him he should go out for just a little fun. So he did. He promised to have his phone on him, volume at it’s max and on vibrate incase she needed him. She was about six months pregnant, so it she wasn’t terribly far along. Just one night out with one beer, turned in a quick too many shots in succession, a woozy Uber back home and Calum promptly vomiting on the kitchen floor trying to get some water in his system.

Harlowe heard him from the bedroom, pushed herself out of bed and wordlessly cleaned it up. Calum can’t remember much after that but as Harlowe recounts, he almost cried because she was pregnant and he was the one acting like a child. Every other word out of his mouth was sorry because he hadn’t intended for it to get like this. Harlowe couldn’t carry him like before to the bedroom, so she shushed him and got him on the sofa. He made it only to the bed later, after waking with a killer headache.

The server returns with their food before he can defend himself. As Calum dunks a piece of french toast into the syrup, he speaks, “Still, it didn’t need to be put on social media.”

“Well, what do you want me to do, go back in time? That science hasn’t exactly been perfected yet,” she huffs. “Besides, we didn’t have to be married at that particular moment either. All the shit we had been through, we were living at our own pace. It still makes me mad to think that some people thought you had even proposed because you felt obligated to.”

Calum takes a strawberry off his plate and holds it out to her. “Eat this. Clearly I didn’t marry you out of obligation.”

“Strawberries aren’t going to make me calmer,” Harlowe retorts.

Pulling up from his chair, Calum stretches across the table and drops the berry into her mouth. “Just shut up and eat. Food will make you calmer, second only to my cock,” he adds the second sentence in a whisper. Just loud enough for her to here.

It doesn’t even shock her. Instead she smiles around her chewing. “So that’s how it is?”

Calum raises an eyebrow. “That’s how it is.”

Harlowe nods. She won’t let this go. She was going to go grocery shopping tomorrow. But now, she’s going to make him suffer a trip. Two can play this game. She plays just a little bit better too.

Brunch finished, and bill paid, Harlowe taps her fingers on the table. “We should probably get some groceries.”

“You mean tomorrow?” He trails his fingers up the skin of her forearm. He’s waiting to see that shake of her spine, hear the chatter of her teeth.

“I mean we’re already out now.”

Calum doesn’t let up, dragging his nails over the skin of her elbow joint. He watches her carefully, but he gets nothing. Though he can see a rigid line across her shoulders. She’s tensing, so she won’t give him a reaction. “You’re playing dirty,” he spits. It’s some pretend offense, but some of it is real. How dare she?

“Let’s go while we’re out, yeah?”

He nods. “Yeah, let’s go while we’re out.”

The actual grocery shopping goes by smoothly. Calum stirs the basket while Harlowe takes charge. It’s routine, especially if they bring the kids. Both of them like to bounce around and ask about items not on the grocery list. Sometimes they cave on the small things, but it works much faster when one of the takes lead over the trip. It’s as Harlowe browses through the choices of rice that Calum seizes his opportunity. He slips a hand into the back pocket of her jeans, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Can I help you sir?” Harlowe grins. Calum doesn’t miss her sharp inhale before speaking. She keeps a good game face, but he knows her buttons.

“Just enjoying the view,” he mutters, kissing her cheek.

A giggle escapes her before she shrugs out of the embrace. She tosses a box into the basket. Calum sighs and starts behind her again. He looks over the produce, onions and bell peppers before finding ones that satisfy him. While he ties off the bag, Harlowe walks up behind him, patting his butt and giving it a squeeze. Calum jolts before looking over his shoulder to the bright grin on her face. “You’re so proud of yourself, huh?” he asks as she scurries away.

He catches her on the wine aisle. Initially he thought she might be down the candy aisle. But when faced with the severe lack of blue shirts and his beautifully brown wife down the aisle, he knows wine is the second place to check. She’s not drinking right now, but she still likes to keep a bottle in the house for guests. He finds her holding up two different bottles. “I can’t choose. Help, please,” she whines, a pout pulling down her pouty lips.

“How long have you been holding those bottles?”

“For a while, waiting for you to find me.”

Calum’s laughter hits the empty air of the grocery store loudly. He inhales sharply before his laugh leaves him again. “Are you serious? Put both of them in the cart you fucking goof.”

She sets the bottles down, with a sigh. “Thanks. They were getting heavy.”

Walking around the cart, Calum holds his arms out. Only his wife, only Harlowe. They embrace and Calum still vibrates with his laughter. Before releasing the hug, Calum kisses her forehead, sliding his arms down her waist, resting on the curve to her ass. He lets his hands linger there, kneading softly, fingers playing at the loops of her jeans.

She shoves his hips. “I’m not going to cave, not here,” Harlowe mutters. She sounds a little breathless and that’s all the reaction Calum needs.

He grabs her chin gently, silver bracelet sliding down his slender wrist. “Oh yes, you will,” he commands. Harlowe bites down her lip, fighting her throat to keep the moan down. She can swallow it, keep it at bay. The grip tightens. He needs this. He needs her to cave, because God is he seconds from caving himself, seconds from falling to his knees in the middle of this fucking grocery store to beg for her, for her body, for her sighs, for her moans, for her hands on his skin.

She wrestles her chin away, exhaling hard. Defying him isn’t going to end well for her. Normally defying means punishments. But he hasn’t dished out any of those in a long time. Harlowe’s toying to see if he will. Calum probably won’t. Not after her spiral from Esha, he’s been extremely gentle during sex. She’s been good too with it, except for now. Now she’s tired of it. She wants to let go finally.

The walk to the check out is silent. As they load up all the bags into the trunk, it’s silent. It’s not until both doors are closed and seat belts are on does anyone speak. Calum starts the car, before turning to Harlowe. “What was that?”

“Disobedience,” she answers, staring straight ahead. “Which means punishment.”

Calum exhales hard. “Baby, are you sure? I don’t-I don’t want you to feel rushed into anything. I’m okay with taking things slow.”

“I’m tired of slow.”

“We can’t do some of the stuff we used to. I-I can’t just yet. I’m worried.”

“I understand. I’m not asking to dive in head first. I just am tired of slow.” Harlowe watches as Calum nods, but runs his hands through his hair. He looks too hesitant for comfort. He won’t do it, she figures. “Never mind, forget I mentioned it.”

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,” Calum lifts her chin. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to touch you or have sex with you. If you’re tired of slow, you’re tired of slow. You have every right to be.”

“But you said you were worried.”

“Worried, yes. Against, no. I’m cautious. It took almost a year to get back to where we are. I don’t want to push you too fast.” Undoing his seatbelt, Calum stretches over the middle console, brushing his nose over hers. “But you’re tired of slow. So we’ll ratched it up a notch.” He seals her mouth with his. She wastes no time, parting her lips for him. Harlowe is eager to gain more than just slow, and gentle. She wants something to set her skin on fire.

Calum doesn’t slip his tongue into her mouth. Instead he pulls away. She whines, pushing forward even with the seatbelt pulling her back. He chuckles, patting her cheek. “This is what happens when you disobey.”

Even though a whine falls past her throat, Harlowe grins. This is it. This is the feeling she missed as her fingertips start to buzz. The drive home is silent between them, besides the low hum of the radio. Calum tries to keep his hands to himself, tries to punish her like she’s asking. He just can’t help himself anymore. “Unbutton your pants,” he orders at a red light.

“What?”

“Unbutton your jeans and get them down as far as you can,” he states again before glancing over to her.

Harlowe lifts her hips, slowly, popping the button her light denim jeans. She wiggles them down, suddenly very aware that a lot of people could be watching her in that moment. Her underwear selection for the day isn’t the most exciting, a simple pair of black cotton underwear with lace trimming. “What if people see?” she asks.

“Then they shouldn’t be looking. No one is watching, though.” Calum looks over again. The denim is about half way down her thighs, though she’s struggling to get them down more. “That’s good. Now sit on your hands.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just do as I’m saying, baby.”

Harlowe pulls her hips again and settles down on her hands. The moment her hands are covered by her bottom, Calum slips hand over her thighs. There’s still some firmness to them, but two children have made her soft. The cellulite is harder to miss, but the ridges underneath Calum’s fingertips are enticing. He really wants to sink his teeth into her thighs. As the urge strengthens, he squeezes at her flesh. Not enough to cause pain, but hard enough to soothe the lust. She exhales next to him, shaky.

“Scared?” Calum asks.

“No, horny, turned on.”

Dragging his knuckles up her thigh, he brushes over her clothed sex. The thin material is soaked already. He hums at the feeling and pushes the cotton to the side. He can feel her dripping onto his hands. Calum presses the pad of his thumb to a clit. She jolts, a hiss falling from her lips. “Did I say you could move?” Calum asks.

“Sorry,” she sighs.

Calum removes his thumb, sliding two fingers into her. She clenches around him, but doesn’t move this time. “Good girl,” he praises, curling them up into her. Harlowe releases another shuddery breath. Calum works his fingers inside her slowly. They’re about two minutes form the house. But he’s going to milk this. Harlowe doesn’t move in her seat but her grip on the door is deadly.

All the color is starting to drain from her skin around her knuckles. She moans occasionally, but mostly tries to keep those sounds contained too. Calum turns into the driveway of the house, putting the car in park. He pulls his fingers out of her. Harlowe starts to whine, but before the sound can fully escape her, Calum’s unbuckled himself and leaning across the way. He kisses down her jaw, inserting his fingers again.

Her breathe is ghosting over his cheek, and his exhales are blowing right over hers. “Cum for me.” Calum’s voice is strained, desperate. Almost pained, like he’s on the edge of breaking down too, watching Harlowe’s heaving increase.

“Fuck, shit,” she cries. She’s getting there. Her pelvic muscles are tightening around him. Her hips are lifting, her curls are pressed so deep into the headrest, if she doesn’t leave an indent, he’ll be shocked.

“You’re so close,” he coaxes, gently grazing his teeth over his skin. Right on the cusp of her orgasm, Calum considers pulling away, making her fall apart around nothing. He wants to ruin it. And that’s what he does, right on the edge of her cry, Calum pulls away from her completely.

Harlowe swears, slamming her palms against the door handle. Her cry is mangled. When she opens her eyes, Calum can see tears on the falling down her cheeks. With his clean hand he wipes them away. “You motherfucker,” she heaves, turning into his touch. “I hate you, a tiny bit.”

“You okay?”

She laughs, “I mean on the one hand, that was on track to be the best orgasm of my life and on the other hand, you ruined it, so...you know I don’t know.”

Calum brings his coated finger to his mouth, sucking them clean. He pulls his digits from his mouth with a pop. “Clean yourself up. There’s still ice cream and sorbet to put up.”

Due to two kids already, they keep the vehicles well stocked with tissues and wipes. Calum hands her the packet after taking one for himself. They’re baby wipes. Harlowe reaches behind Calum’s seat and unhooks the small plastic bag they leave in for trash. He is mindful to let her get her pants back up before opening his door.

Calum grabs two bags from the trunk when Harlowe walks around and pushes on his shoulder. The smirk on his face let’s him know everything is good. “You asked for it,” Calum counters with a pause. “Don’t get mad at me, doll.”

Harlowe huffs next to him. Calum giggles, hurrying into the house with his bags. She hates that pet name. The first time he used it, she immediately ceased him from using it ever again. He only pulls it out in instances like this, just to annoy her, to rile her up. Harlowe storms after him, careful of the paper bags in her hands. “Calum Thomas Hood!” she bellows into the house.

Pepper halts in her run to greet Harlowe. She knows that tone. “Pepper,” Harlowe coos. “I wasn’t talking to you angel. I’m sorry.”

Harlowe drops her bags and holds out her hands. Pepper continues over, rubbing in close to Harlowe’s embrace. Sissy and Jack come trotting over too. She scratches at their heads too. Calum rounds the corner of the kitchen, prepared for her fierce gaze, but she’s too preoccupied by the dogs. He seizes this moment and brings in the last of the grocery before locking up the car and the house.

“Don’t think I’m not still pissed about you calling me doll just because I’m playing with the dogs.”

“You know you love it,” he teases, his sing song cadence making Harlowe melt at the sound, but also grow a bit more frustrated. She hates the term, but somehow, it’s much less grating hearing it from his lips. It’s her more Southern upbringing. She is no one’s doll, no one’s play thing. She’s not plastic waiting to be structured. But for Calum she would be. For him, she would be a doll-the most perfect one too.

“I love you babies. But Papa Bear will eat my sorbet if I don’t hide it,” Harlowe teases.

“I bought a separate pint for me, so you shush,” Calum shouts with a chuckle.

Harlowe kisses the top of Jack’s head. “He’ll still eat some of mine.” She takes over putting away the last of the items, not even realizing Calum has disappeared until something cold touches her exposed stomach. She jumps into Calum’s chest, he snakes his arm even further around her waist. If he’s wearing rings, Harlowe swears she’s going to lose it. She glances down to see a bracelet. A new one in addition to the silver chain from earlier. Her gaze travels up from his wrist and sure enough his fingers adorn several of his favorite rings. His left hand slides up the back of her, the cold metal biting at her neck.

“Fuck,” she whispers. The rest of her sentence dies on her lips as he brings his hand around to her throat. There’s no pressure, he’s just cupping the front of her neck, thumb ghosting over her skin. The paper towels fall from Harlowe’s slack grasp.

“Pick those up, doll. Put them where they belong. I’m not doing anything.”

But he’s doing everything to make Harlowe turn into putty. She bends over, grabbing the still wrapped paper towel roll from the floor, ass lined up with his crotch. Rolling up to stand, she pops onto her tiptoes to put the roll with the others on the shelf of the pantry. Her butt pops out as she leans forward, sliding it next to other waiting roll. The pantry door closes and before she can blink, Calum grabs her hips and spins her around. As he takes a step forward, she takes one back, pressing into the woodend door.

His fingers trail across her stomach, pulling at the knot in his shirt. It falls open, her cropped camisole rests high on her waist. Calum presses his palm into her stomach, not too hard, but enough. She holds tightly to his wrist, tugging him even closer to her. “Tell me what you’re waiting on?” She asks, grabbing the back of his neck. Her lips ghost along his jaw, up to his ear. “You’re moving too slow.”

He doesn’t want to hurt her or scare her. Calum knows, however, he has to act fast. He pushes down the shirt from her shoulders, kissing across her shoulders. Once it falls into a heap at their feet, he pulls away, undoing his belt and pulling it from the loops. He pops the button on her jeans, pulling her back into him. “You won’t be saying that again,” he warns before turninf her back around.

Harlowe braces against the pantry door. Calum unzips her jeans before pushing them down her hips. It’s not until he starts kissing the skin exposed as he undresses her that Harlowe suddenly finds her stomach filled with butterflies. Her body has changed so much since having kids. Nothing feels firm anymore to her. It scares her to think maybe she’s not as attractive as she used to be to him.

Calum can sense something happening in her. He bites at her right cheek. “Stay with me, doll.”

“I’m jiggly though,” she sighs. Calum pushes up from his knees, standing at the back of her. His erection brushing against her. The sensation shocks her, her core clenches. Maybe she’s wrong.

“You feel that?” he asks, pressing harder into her.

“Yes,” she moans. He feels painfully hard against her.

“Jiggly or not, you are my wife. You’ve blessed me with two children and three dogs. You are stunning and incredible. Besides,” he grins, running his hand over her ass. “I like the jiggle. A lot more for me to play with. But I can show you a lot better than I talk about how attracted I still am to you.”

Harlowe chuckles, turning her head to look at him. His pupils are blown, she can barely see the brown in his eyes. The beam to his grin makes ease some of her worries. “May I?” he questions, fingers trailing over the edges of her underwear.

“Please,” she breathes.

Calum sinks back to his knees, kissing over the back of her thighs, before pulling her completely of her jeans. Her panties are next to go before Calum settles between her legs. She pushes off the door some more. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so pretty, ya know? It’s a gorgeous sight you this wet for me.”

Harlowe can’t speak before his mouth is on her, sucking hard. “Ah, shit,” she shudders at the first contact, fist slamming into the pantry door. He hums at the curse. He grabs at her thighs to keep her stance wide enough for him. Her body quivers above him. Harlowe can barely get her breath. It’s taking all her core strength to stay upright as Calum laps at her. The sounds are lewd, the slurping, the swears, the moans.

It’s a bad idea to take a hand off the wall, but Harlowe pushes up and looks down at Calum, his tongue swirling around her clit, flicking it. She grabs a fistful of his curls and tugs on them. He releases a moan, vibrating against her. Her stomach is on fire. “I-” she starts before her orgasm crashes over her. She groans, striking the door again with a closed fist. Finally, after what feels like forever, Harlowe exhales hard before gaining her breath. “Oh, fuck,” she heaves, resting her forehead into the door.

Calum teases her entrance with his fingers. Harlowe hisses above him. His palm is soft and warm against her thighs. “Shh, it’s okay,” one hand soothes her, the other still dancing around her opening.

“I can’t. Please.”

“Okay,” he agrees pulling away from her. Sliding out from beneath her, Calum stands. Shedding his shirt and pants, he guides her upstairs. Harlowe watches the muscles of his back work beneath his smooth brown skin. Inside the bedroom before Calum and turn around, she drags her nails across his shoulders and down his back. Her lips leaves wet kisses over his skin. Calum shiver at the love bites she leaves. Snaking her arms around, she feels over his chest and stomach, fingers playing at the chains around his neck.

“You’re moving too slow,” he teases. It’s mostly to prevent him from buckling right here. His knees are weak. With a laugh, she pushes him towards the bed. Calum climbs onto the mattress. As he settles and turns around, Harlowe’s already shed the camisole, arms now behind her back as she works to unhook the bra. “Should’ve let me do it,” he laughs, though it fades away as the cups fall away from her body.

“Got anything else smart to say?”

He shakes his head, watching her saunter to the edge of the bed. She crawls up his body, stopping occasionally to leave kisses on his thighs. He closes his has as his stomach tenses. Her lips and kisses are so soft, he swears he’s going to explode. His body feels like it’s buzzing. Her fingers curl into the band of his boxer briefs. He doesn’t refute the action, lifting his hips and letting her take them completely off him.

She settles high on him, hovering right over her cock. Calum opens his eyes, watching the smirk on her face. The warmth and wetness slide right over him. “Shit,” he huffs, watching her slide up and down his length. “Don’t do this to me, doll. Please don’t.”

Harlowe stretches forward, gently taking the lobe of his ear between her teeth. “Call me doll one more time and see what happens.”

Calum runs his fingers up her back and sides. He’s silent, waiting for her to pull back in satisfaction. He knows she will if he remains quiet and then he can go in for the kill. Sure enough, she does, Harlowe tugs on his ear one last time before pulling away. That’s when he wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing. “What was that, doll?”

The hold isn’t too tight, but it stops Harlowe in her tracks. He was just going soft on her, just to give her some semblance of control to not freak her out. Calum watches her carefully, waiting for the gulp she usually does when she’s uncomfortable. But it never comes. She keeps her eyes trained on Calum. “Sorry,” she whispers.

“Sorry what?”

“You might have to remind me. I forget.” The statement seems believable until she cracks a smile. That’s when Calum knows she’s acting out. He brings his second hand around her throat, and pulls her face down towards him.

“I’ll remind you,” he growls. “You’re going to take my cock. Don’t breathe. Don’t think. Just bounce.”

Harlowe lifts up, lining him up to her entrance. For a brief second she considers maybe they should use a condom. Doctors have told her getting pregnant a third time isn’t impossible it’s just improbable. They’ve already agreed to try for a third child, even if the odds seem impossible. They go without condoms sometimes. It’s usually discussed beforehand. “Would you like me to put a condom on?” he asks, grip already loosening around her neck.

Harlowe, with a rush of boldness, presses his hand back and slides down his length. “No,” she moans. “No, I don’t.”

Calum tightens the grip. “You’re still not addressing properly.”

Harlowe pulls herself up before taking him back in. She gives no verbal response, focused slowly on the bubble of heat starting. Calum watches her bouncing on his cock. It’s a sight to behold, the curls that shake with her moment, the way her breast bounce with her effort too. A moan slips over her lips, it’s tight and quiet from the pressure around her throat. Calum takes one hand away from her throat, wrapping it around her waist. He pulls her up and close to his chest, before driving his hips up into her. Harlowe braces herself above his hand, “Shit. God, don’t stop.”

“You will address me correctly, doll.” He gives a purposefully hard thrust, before slowly sliding out.

Harlowe whines at the lost of her orgasm. “No, please, I’m sorry.”

“Then address me properly. Sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry sir,” she cries, eyes begging him. “Please don’t stop, Sir.”

“That’s more like it,” he smiles, thrusting back into her. The sound of relief that leaves her makes Calum almost cum. Harlowe sighs above him, the sound a little high in pitch. Calum removes his hand from her throat, slowing. Harlowe takes over, sliding up and down his length. With a nipple in his mouth, Calum moans. He’s missed this. He’s craved seeing her like this. A thin sheet of sweat covers her forehead, her knees pop just a little. But it doesn’t stop her, she chases down her orgasm.

“Shit,” she groans, clenching around him.

Calum runs his fingers over the side of her face, moans falling from her lips before he can catch them. “That’s right, just take all of it. Just bounce, baby.”

“I’m close, sir,” she warns. Calum’s own orgasm is still far down the line. He prays she can hold out for one last orgasm.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. Let go.”

“I want you to cum though. I need it,” she whines.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll get there. Give me this one. Cum around my cock, pretty girl. Please.” Pressing his thumb to her clit, he rubs it in circles. Even though Harlowe has slowed the added sensation is too much. She cries out, spasming around Calum’s cock.

Calum holds her close, rubbing her back through the haze. “God,” he whispers. “You ought to see how beautiful you are when you cum.”

Harlowe chuckles into his skin, though it’s hot and clammy, it smells like home. “Mirror’s right over there,” she points, still nestled onto his cock.

“Don’t give me any ideas, pretty girl.” It’s silent for a minute as Calum gently scratches at her scalp beneath the coils wrapping around his fingers. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have one more in you?”

She might, it looks slim. Her legs already feel pretty unstable. “Would I be on my hands and knees?”

“No, we can arrange it so you’re not on your hands and knees.”

“Then, yeah, I got one more in me,” she laughs, sitting up.

“Lay on your back, baby.” Harlowe compiles. Calum hovers a for a second, drinking in the sight of her. “I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s not going to be slow. So strap in.”

His first thrust is easy, an adjustment. But three strokes later, her legs are on his shoulder, the bed rocking into the wall. Harlowe hisses a little, reaching up for him. Calum meets her with a kiss, still holding her thighs spread open. His thrust become so hard that her head falls ips over the edge of the bed. But she’s in direct view of the mirror. As the blood rushes to her head, she can see Calum’s gaze stuck on her, not even the reflection of her, just him gazing down at her. She chuckles until the pleasure catches up with her again.

“What’s so funny?” he asks breathless as his hips continue to snap into her.

“Someone’s working hard to put a baby in me.”

Calum grins, bending over again. He kisses her, even when he’s rough she’s still finding something to giggle about. He trails his tongue down her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat and the taste of juices still left from before mixing on his tongue. His stomach clenches. He’s not going to last much longer. But he’d like to give her that third true orgasm that he promised. So he slows a little, thrusting deeper, but slower. He circles her clit, watching as her voice comes out strained with her swear. “You gonna give me another one? You said you had one more in you,” Calum taunts.

“Faster, I need your fingers faster, please.”

He kisses on the underside of her chin. “Hmm, anything for you, baby.” Calum speeds up his fingers, feeling his own orgasm approaching faster. He won’t make it after her, but he can still make sure she sees her end. Harlowe grips tightly at his bicep, holding her head up from the edge. It hurts how close she is at this point. “God, fuck, Oh God,” she pants.

“It’s-fuck- it’s okay, baby.” Calum’s orgasm crashes over him. He knows his moaning pretty loudly in her ear, but the sound leaves him abruptly. He doesn’t still, still thrusting through the high.

“Calum, fuck,” Harlowe growls, voice thick with something like pain and pleasure. She clenches around him, his name falling from her lips again and again like a prayer.

Post clean up, Harlowe lays on her back, legs thrown over Calum’s waist. His fingers dance over her skin. He can see a few reddish purple marks blossoming on her skin. “Do they hurt?” he asks.

“No. They don’t ever really hurt unless I repeatedly hit that area.”

“I know. I’m just making sure.” He takes her spoon and scoops himself some of the peach mango sorbet.

“Hey!” she reprimands.

“I’m too lazy to get mine from downstairs. It’s too many steps.”

“It’s a flight and a half.”

“Still too many.” Harlowe finishes the last few spoonfuls, setting the bowl on the nightstand. Calum rolls his eyes. “I only wanted the one spoonful.” As they settle back on the screen, Harlowe wraps one arm around her stomach. Something feels different. A good different.

Harlowe’s hands shake. She ought to take this pregnancy test. That’s the only way to know for sure. But she can’t do it. She reschedules her OBGYN appointment too. Until next week. Next week she’ll have her bearings together. Her head will be on straighter and she won’t be thinking about what the hell she and Calum are going to do with a newborn. They’ve long gotten rid of the diapers, and the cribs. Does she really have it in her to have another baby this late?

Instead of going to her OBGYN, she ends up buying tampons and more sorbet. It’s a light period, but still a period. She should’ve known that she wouldn’t have gotten pregnant again. Part of her feels like an idiot for even thinking it was a possibility. Doctor’s told her chances would be slim. So why think that she would the special case?

Calum knocks on the bedroom door. After work, Harlowe mentioned being exhausted, so she took a nap. “Babe, dinner’s ready,” he says softly shaking her awake. Harlowe stretches after sitting up. Calum looks at his wife. She’s mentioned being tired most days. Her appetite isn’t much of a strange from normal, though the last few weeks she’s been extra sensitive about the smeell of seafood. The same thing when she was pregnant with Esha.

“You ought to go to that appointment, babe.”

“For them to tell me I’m broken. I know that already.”

“Maybe you aren’t. But you can’t stand the smell of seafood anymore, you’re craving nuts again. You’re tired. I think you might be pregnant.” He doesn’t want to talk to loudly, doesn’t want to give himself false hope. But the thought keeps nagging him. “You’re spotting as well. I don’t think they’re full on periods.”

Harlowe nods. Her silence speaks volumes. Calum doesn’t pushes it. He takes her hand and they walk downstairs to the dining room. “How was your nap?” Te Koha asks.

She kisses the top of his head. “Good, very good.” She settles in at the table next to Esha. She presses several kisses to her cheek.

“Mom,” Esha huffs. Calum sits across from her, watching the way she devours her dinner. Something is definitely up. Over the weekend, Calum steals a moment to call his mother. Joy warn him he has to do something even if it means dragging her to the office. On Tuesdays, Harlowe’s classes are finished early. So he knows he has to schedule it then, but he feels horrible forcing her. Joy, on the other hand, does not feel the same way.

Her office hours through, Harlowe starts packing her backpack when a knocks rings out. The door opens and Joy pokes her head through. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” Harlowe grins, walking over to embrace her mother-in-law.

“I needed some help with something and figured I’d pop by to see if you were free.”

“Yeah classes are done, but Calum was coming to pick me up,” Harlowe states. “Let me call him, he might even be in the parking lot.”

“I didn’t see his car. But I’m not sure where he parked though.”

Harlowe gathers the last of her things and pulls out her phone. Calum answers on the second ring. “Hey, I’m leaving now. I know I’m late. Got hung up in the studio.”

“Hey. Don’t worry. Your mom’s here. She needs help. I’m going to go with her.”

“Okay. Tell her I said hi.”

“Calum says hi,” Harlowe relays moving the phone. Joy grins.

“So sorry again, babe. Lost track of time. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. The kids catch the bus, so it’s all good.” They hang up shortly after and the two woman start towards the parking lot. Joy watches Harlowe closely as they walk to the car. She can feel it; Harlowe’s pregnant again. She’s not sure if it scares Harlowe to have another child and that’s why she refuses to believe it. But whatever the case it is, clearly the woman knows something is up. She avoids deli meats, she doesn’t drink alcohol, has quit caffeine all together, everything she should be doing in pregnancy. She knows. But why does she not believe?

During the ride, Harlowe notes the strange route. But feels a bit rude questioning Joy. When they pull up in front of the small beige brick building, Harlowe sighs. “I should’ve figured.”

“You need to know. It’s been nearing what ten, eleven weeks at this point? You’re starting to show.”

Harlowe snaps her head over to the older woman. “Show? I’m two ounces short of being a keg. I am not showing; it’s not baby fat.”

A soft grin plays over Joy’s lips, all too similar to Calum’s. She doesn’t mean weight wise. It’s written across the glow in her skin. She is showing without even realizing. “Then let’s find out, yeah?” The women climb out of the car and Joy takes Harlowe’s hand. “I know. You are pregnant though.”

It’s not nerve wrecking when she signs in her appointment. It’s not nerve wrecking waiting for the nurse to call her back. Harlowe doesn’t have nerve, listing the symptoms. It’s only when they break out the sheet to protect her skirt that the nerves start. Harlowe clutches Joy’s hand when they doctor slips on the gloves. She is pregnant. She knows it. She just didn’t want to be wrong. She couldn’t stand the thought that she the test would come back negative. That all those things were just her brain thinking, wanting a baby so bad, it played this trick on her. Harlowe stares up at the ceiling. She can’t bare to watch a blank screen.

Thump-thump, thump-thump echoes around the room. Harlowe’s eyes sting with tears. That’s all she needs to hear. “Call Calum, please?” she cries to Joy. “Please. He needs to hear. Can she please call my husband?”

The doctor grins and a nurse exits the room. “Give us one moment, okay?”

Harlowe wipes her tears, staring at the monitor. The door creaks open again. She turns to the sound to see Calum. He walks far enough inside and have the door close, but the heartbeat echoing makes him stop. That’s his baby’s heartbeat. Tears slip down his cheek and Harlowe laughs. “God, we’re both a hot mess of tears.”

“You’re pregnant?” he breathes.

She nods, the stiff paper of the bed crinkles under her movement. “I am. That’s our baby.”

Calum rushes over, burying his face into her shoulder. His tears are hot even through the cotton off her t-shirt. Inhaling deeply, Calum looks to the screen again. That’s his baby. His miracle, his next little one. The joy coursing through his veins lights his bones on fire. Though the late nights are tortuous, and changing diapers are not ideal again, after nearly seven years of not having to do it, he is fucking ecstatic.

Harlowe has been dying for a third baby and he wanted nothing more than to give that to her. It was out of his hands, it was up to the numbers, gods, and chances. But he prayed for it, he begged to the high heavens to give this to her. She needed a good thing in her corner after her long battle. He knew she didn’t take him for granted, but there’s nothing quite like knowing something is sort of within reach and never being able to reach it. Until now.

Calum turns his gaze, though blurry and watery, down to Harlowe. He wraps an arm around her hair and head, kissing her forehead repeatedly. “I love you,” he breathes into her skin. “And this baby.”

Harlowe holds to his bicep, pressing her face into the flesh and dense muscle. “I love you too. I’m so sorry I didn’t go sooner. I am so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay. You were smart about your diet. You knew. And now you can believe it. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“But what if I wasn’t. What if I fucked up.”

“Then it would be a mistake. One among a lifetime of many. We would’ve handled whatever came our way, together. Right?”

“Always together.”

Back in the car, Harlowe hold the print out of the sonogram, gently rubbing her fingers over it. She was smart and Calum would always be right by her side. “So, are we good on babies?” Calum asks.

“God, yes. No more, please.”

Calum laughs, grabbing her knee. “I have a consultation next week.”

They’ve weighed their options. Calum’s against her going in major surgery. Though Harlowe’s response is that a vasectomy is still surgery too. “What if I wasn’t pregnant?”

“Then I would’ve cancelled it, unless we were done trying.”

“Well, I’m done trying,” she laughs.

“Should I schedule before or after the birth?”

“Before,” she whispers. Though worry flashes through her veins, she feels like waiting won’t help her. She prays nothing happens in this pregnancy, but part of her is tired. If she’s not meant to have a third child, then she’s not meant to birth a third child. There are still other options.

“You’re worrying again. None of that. That’s our little one growing in you. It’s all going to be okay.”

She nods, though he can’t see it. It’ll all be okay.

#calum hood #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fic #calum hood imagine #calum hood blurb #calum hood x black OC #calum 5sos #dad!cal #dad!cal series #dad!calum #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer imagine #h writes

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bangtanarmynet · 5 years

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Follow @raechin-and-bloussiey for amazing content!

Pronouns: She/Her Bias/es: JUNGKOOK. Jimin. Jhope. Maybe Taehyung too. Content: Writer About: “I love writing, but its just that I dont find proper ideas to write. I want requests so that i will have a lot of options to write. I dont need followers, but I feel great if I get requests and asks. I play guitar and music is the only thing i love the most on earth. I like men😋. Studying is my hobby too. I love BTS like, icannotevenexplainhdjngidjdj. Umm, i guess that's it. I am not so good in describing myself.”

Check out Esha’s masterlist here!

#show us your galaxy promo

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dear-indies · 5 years

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Hello there! Would you possibly be able to help me with a female fc? I'm looking for someone who appears mid-20s/early 30s, but strong? Like, looks as if they hit the gym errday, as they are for a police rp. I've been looking so far through your tag and I haven't seen one yet. No preference for any ethnicity.

People from our body diversity masterlist here:

Michelle Lewin (1986) - model and Instagrammer (michelle_lewin)

Trinity Fatu AKA Naomi (1987) African-American - wrestler.

Shweta Rathore (1988) Indian - bodybuilder.

Adrienne Reese AKA Ember Moon (1988) African-American - wrestler.

Mandy Rose (1990) - wrestler, television personality and former fitness and figure competitor.

Megan Prescott (1991) - actress, bodybuilder and Instagrammer (megartron)

Sasha Banks (1992) - wrestler.

People who have had law enforcement roles / roles that could portray what you’re wanting:

Gina Carano (Fast & Furious) - also a fitness model and a former mixed martial artist.

Rani Mukerji (Mardaani) Indian.

Shamita Shetty (Cash) Indian.

Meagan Good (Minority Report) African-Barbadian, African-American, Puerto Rican, Louisiana Creole, possibly Cherokee Native American and Jewish.

Nicole Beharie (Sleepy Hollow) African-American,

Esha Gupta (Chakravyuh) Indian.

Nicki Aycox (Dark Blue)

Mariska Hargitay (Law & Order)

Stana Katic (Castle)

Vanessa Ferlito (CSI: NY)

Missy Peregrym (Rookie Blue)

Sarah Shahi (Life) 75% Iranian 25% Spanish.

Stephanie Beatriz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) Colombian [German, ¼ Sephardi Jewish, Dutch, Spanish, Basque, possibly other] / Bolivian [Spanish, Indigenous, Basque, possibly other]

Monica Raymund (Chicago Fire) English, Ashkenazi Jewish / Dominican Republic.

-C

#a: fc #fc help #rph #no please but i wanted 2 reply 2 this !!#i really dont watch a lot of cop media dfsdf and there's not many #muscular women in media bc the media are cowards #Anonymous

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theshinazugawaslut · 1 month

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why are you getting anon hate

ur the nicest author on here but not in "i let people walk over on me" way but in a genuinely caring way, and even the way you've handled all the hate comments so far is so polite, you're so well spoken 2

i think that anon is genuinely just miserable and grasping at straws because your account is such a fun and silly place to be.

off topic but i love how u just write for sanemi with no apologies, i've never met such a dedicated woman, cant wait for ur katsuki stuff <3 ^-^

I think it's honestly just people being bored with their time so I'm not worried at all, especially since the claims/accusations/assumptions are very incorrect!

AND THANK YOUUUUUU! Everyone here is so sweet about me being nice on here but I genuinely just think it's all the loveliness and sweet energy you guys give me! My heart is genuinely bursting into rainbows and sunshine, I'm melting into a unicorn this message is so sweet and I genuinely appreciate it so, so much!

I do prefer to be polite when dealing with rude anons since I dislike arguing, especially until I don't understand the full situation and why they are so upset! AND AHHHHHHHH, being 'well-spoken' is the nicest compliment EVER!

My account will always remain a fun, silly Sanemi haven! And baby girl, just WAIT till I get my hands on my bakugo fics!

#esha's masterlist #sanemi shinazugawa #esha answers your questions

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esha-isboogara · 2 years

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𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗈𝗌

greetings weary traveler <3 welcome to my blog, a safe space for all my creeps, freaks and weirdos. make yourself at home darling, be warned that not everything is safe for young eyes. peruse with caution. for the content here is darker than the rest and not all of it is safe for minors eyes. you are still welcomed with open arms to explore my blog and take solace knowing there’s someone just as strange as you.

➪ blog navigation + the warning

my masterlist

i’d love to see your requests

AO3

wattpad

my main account

my reblog account

my rick sanchez blog

playlists for reading /anime/everything else

#esha has a masterlist #esha writes #esha isboogara #this blog is a hot mess #but yk what #it’s mine #and i love it #dark content !!#smut

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chronic-boogara · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

all my works put into one horribly organized little list. i use colors and symbols to indicate the genre of story. fluff is pink. angst is blue. smut is red. other is green. this symbol means smut* and this means upcoming+ and if there's an exclamation mark in front of the title it is a request.

writing in my drafts: 25

if you have any requests feel free to read my rules and character list right here.

SLASHERS

WOOBIFICATION OF SLASHERS SERIES

i was meant to be yours- stu macher(scream 96)

your lipstick stains- jason vorhees(friday the 13th)

please love me forever- bubba sawyer(texas chainsaw massacre)

we are lovers- billy loomis(scream 96)

they call it creeping- michael myers(halloween rz)

SCREAM 96-22

i was meant to be yours- stu macher(scream 96)

we are lovers- billy loomis(scream 96)

*i hate you- billy loomis(scream 96)

*love me dead- stu macher(scream 96)

*bitch in heat- billy loomis(scream 96)

*bitch in heat- stu macher(scream 96)

* semi charmed kinda life- dilf!billy loomis (scream 22)

*six feet under the stars- dilf!billy loomis (scream 22)

* patience is a virtue- billy loomis(scream 96)

* freak- dilf!billy loomis (scream 22)

*good guys bad girls- dilf!billy loomis(scream 22)

FRIDAY THE 13TH

arts and crafts- jason vorhees(friday the 13th)

your lipstick stains- jason vorhees(friday the 13th)

HALLOWEEN

they call it creeping- michael myers(halloween movies)

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE

please love me forever- bubba sawyer(texas chainsaw massacre)

JASON DEAN

*because i love you- jason dean(heathers movie)

HOUSE OF WAX

*the work table- bo sinclair(house of wax 05)

HEADCANONS

best part of dating them 1 and 2

worst part of dating them 1 and 2

having a motherly s/o 1 and 2

would this slasher kill you 1 and 2

+ having a pet with a slasher 1 and 2

songs this slasher would dedicate to you 1 and 2

stealing their clothes 1 and 2

watching a movie with them 1 and 2

+the breakup headcanons

! REQUESTS!

! slasher headcannons w/ a s/o that has really bad insomnia

! saccharine- soft!billy loomis x reader

! please ask me to kill for you- soft!michael myers x chubby!reader

! slasher headcanons w/ a s/o who’s into science

! possessive slasher headcanons

! stu macher with a s/o who’s super into dystopian stuff

! michael myers with a pregnant s/o

! she’s mine - possessive!billy loomis x reader

! michael myers and his s/o who helps him choose who to kill

! slashers w a s/o who loves pink

! slashers and physical affection

! slashers reacting to their s/o hugging them and crying

! slashers w a s/o who stims

! slashers w a s/o who tries to scare them

! michael myers with a sick s/o

! slashers helping their s/o grieve

! slashers w/ a male s/o who wears makeup

!slashers and dog piling

! slashers reacting to their s/o dancing alone

! billy loomis killing reader on accident

! slashers w/ a s/o who can't cry

! throwing the slasher a birthday party

! slasher blurb smut // thomas - jason - billy&stu - michael

! sinclair brothers w/ a s/o who struggles with an e.d.

matchups

matchup for marlena-thevincilasera

matchup for civitus

matchup for bananamilkpancakes

matchup for slasher-male-wife

matchup for destiel394

matchup for biteme-gum

matchup for friendssharesecrets

#esha writes #eshas masterlist #mostly smut #slasher headcanons #slasher #slasher writing #horror writing #horror x reader #slasher x reader #the woobification of slashers #monster fucker #we all need therapy #x reader

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tasksweekly · 7 years

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[TASK 058: INDIA]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 650+ Indian faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever character or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK - examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

NB:

Gopi Shankar Madurai (?) Indian - activist - Genderqueer.

Fox Fisher (?) “I am also mixed race. My mum was born in India and I’m proud of my heritage.” - writer and YouTuber - non-binary Trans.

LADIES:

Bindu (76) Indian - actress.

Beena Banerjee (74) Indian - actress.

Shakuntala Barua (70) Indian - actress.

Bharathi Vishnuvardhan (67) Indian - actress.

Nadira Babbar (69) Indian - actress.

Zeenat Aman (65) Indian - actress and model.

Deepti Naval (65) Indian - actress and artist.

Anandavally (65) Indian - actress and dubbing artist.

Chetana Das (62) Indian - actress.

Nafisa Ali (60) Indian - actress.

Tina Ambani (60) Indian - actress.

Dimple Kapadia (60) Indian - actress.

Shoma Anand (59) Indian - actress.

Bharati Achrekar (59) Indian - actress.

Neelima Azeem (57) Indian - actress.

Poornima Bhagyaraj (57) Indian - actress.

Supriya Pathak! (56) Gujarati Indian - actress.

Rati Agnihotri (56) Indian - actress.

Tanvi Azmi (56) Indian - actress.

Ambika (55) Indian - actress.

Sakina Jaffrey (55) Punjabi Indian and Kayastha Indian - actress.

Sridevi Kapoor (54) Temil and Telugu Indian - actress.

Deepa Sahi (54) Indian - actress and producer.

Bhagyalakshmi (54) Indian - actress.

Anuradha (53) Indian - actress.

Ponnamma Babu (53) Indian - actress.

Chithra (52) Indian - actress.

Deepika Chikhalia (52) Indian - actress.

Sarita Choudhury (51) Bengali Indian / English - actress.

Madhuri Dixit (50) Indian - actress.

Bhanu Priya (50) Indian - actress.

Shagufta Ali (50) Indian - actress.

Deepti Bhatnagar (49) Indian - actress.

mala Akkineni (48) Indian - actress.

Anu Aggarwal (48) Indian - actress and model.

Bhagyashree (48) Marathi Indian - actress.

Gretchen Barretto (47) Filipino (including Tagalog), some Portuguese, remote Maratha Indian - actress.

Pooja Bedi (47) Indian - actress and host.

Sheeba Akashdeep (47) Indian - actress and model.

Gabrielle Anwar (47) Indian, Ashkenazi Jewish / English - actress.

Rozonda Ocelean Thomas also known as Chilli (46) Middle Eastern, East Indian, African American, possibly Native American - dancer, singer and actress.

Padma Lakshmi (46) Tamil Indian - actress and model.

Aishwarya (46) Indian - actress.

Madhu Sapre (46) Indian - model.

Ramya Krishnan (46) Telugu and Tamil Indian - actress.

Rozonda Thomas (46) Middle Eastern, East Indian, African American, possibly Native American - dancer, singer-songwriter, actress, and television personality.

Catarina Furtado (45) Portuguese, 1/8 Goan Indian - actress.

Archie Panjabi (45) Sindhi Indian - actress.

Mandira Bedi (45) Indian - actress and fashion designer.

Georgianna Robertson (45) African, East Indian and Scottish Jamaican - model and actress.

Lisa Ray (45) Bengali Indian and Polish - actress.

Beena Antony(45) Indian - actress.

Delnaaz Irani (44) Indian - actress.

Diana Hayden (44) Anglo-Indian- actress.

Indira Varma (43) Indian / Swiss, Italian Genoese - actress.

Aishwarya Rai (43) Tuluva Indian - actress and model.

Rachel Roy (43) Bengali Indian / Frisian, Dutch - fashion designer.

Marjorie Barretto (43) Filipino (including Tagalog), some Portuguese, remote Maratha Indian - actress.

Aamani (43) Indian - actress.

Karisma Kapoor (43) Indian - actress.

Devayani (43) Indian - actress.

Kajol Devgan (43) Indian - actress.

Malaika Arora (43) Malayali / Punjabi - actress, dancer and model.

Jesse Randhawa(42) Indian - model and actress.

Anjali Jay (42) Indian - actress and dancer.

Sarayu Rao (42) Telugu Indian - actress.

Sonali Bendre (42) Indian - actress and model.

Preity Zinta (42) Rajput Indian - actress.

Parminder Nagra (41) Punjabi Indian - actress.

Monica Bedi (41) Indian - actress and presenter.

Sushmita Sen (41) Bengali Indian - actress and model.

Rhona Mitra (41) Bengali Indian, English / Irish - actress, model and singer.

Chippy (41) Indian - actress.

Pooja Kumar (40) Indian - actress, producer and model

Zuleikha Robinson (40) Indian, English, possibly Iranian and Scottish - actress and singer.

Shelley Conn (40) Portuguese, Burmese and Indian - actress.

Saloni Aswani (40) Indian - actress and model.

Navi Rawat (40) Rajput Indian / German - actress.

Pooja Batra (40) Indian - actress and model.

Charmila (40) Indian - actress.

Chitrangada Singh (40) Indian - actress.

Ayesha Dharker (39) Indian / Pakistani - actress.

Lara Dutta (39) Punjabi Indian, Scottish, Swedish, German, English - actress and model.

Bhumika Chawla (38) Indian - actress.

Debelah Morgan (39) Indian / African-American - singer.

Rani Mukerji (39) Bengali Indian - actress.

Emma Heming (39) Indo-Guyanese / possibly English - model and actress.

Reshma Shetty (39) Tulu Indian - actress.

Ujjwala Raut (39) Indian - model.

Chitra Shaji Kailas (39) Indian - actress.

Anu Joseph (39) Indian - actress.

Anju Aravind (39) Indian - actress.

Divya Dutta (39) Indian - actress and model.

Disha Vakani (39) Gujarati Indian - actress.

Juhi Babbar (38) Indian - actress.

Mukta Barve (38) Indian - actress.

Carol Gracias (38) Indian - model.

Bipasha Basu (38) Bengali Indian - actress and model.

Norah Jones (38) Bengali Indian / English, possibly other - singer and actress.

Karen David (38) Khasi / Indian Jewish - actress and singer.

Tatyana Ali (38) Afro-Panamanian, Indo-Trinidadian - model and singer.

Mindy Kaling (38) Tamil Indian, Bengali Indian - actress.

Cindy Burbridge (38) English, Thai, Indian - model.

Claudine Barretto (38) Filipino (including Tagalog), some Portuguese, remote Maratha Indian - actress.

Vidya Balan (38) Tamil Indian - actress.

Dipannita Sharma (37) Indian - actress and model.

Nargis Fakhri (37) Indian - actress and model.

Barkha Bisht Sengupta (37) Indian - actress.

Hannah Simone (37) Indian / Italian, Greek Cypriot, German - actress and model.

Kareena Kapoor (36) Punjabi Indian / Sindhi Indian, British - actress.

Janina Gavankar (36) 75% Indian 25% Dutch - actress.

Amrita Rao (36) Indian - actress and model.

Amrita Arora( 36) Malayali / Punjabi - actress and model.

Angel Coulby (36) Afro-Guyanese, possibly East Indian / English - actress.

Abhirami (36) Indian - actress and host.

Olivia Theresa Longott (36) Indian, Jamaican, Cuban, Native American - singer.

Vashtie Kola (36) Indo-Trinidadian, Afro-Trinidadian - director and artist.

Sameera Reddy (36) Telugu Indian - actress.

Chaya Singh (36) Indian - actress.

Anusha Dandekar (35) Indian - actress.

Sonia Agarwal (35) Indian - actress.

Celina Jaitly (35 Indian - actress and model.

Asha Aravind (35) Indian - actress and model.

Esha Deol (35) Tamil Indian - actress and model.

Tiya Sircar (35) Bengali Indian - actress.

Lesley-Ann Brandt (35) Cape Coloured (English, East Indian, German, Spanish, Dutch, Khoisan, Ashkenazi Jewish) - actress.

Dia Mirza (35) Indian - actress.

Anjulie (34) Indo-Guyanese - singer.

Shilpa Anand (34) Indian - actress and model.

Aditi Sharma(34) indian - actress.

Katrina Kaif (34) Kahmiri Indian / British - actress and model.

Che’Nelle (34) Indian, Dutch / Chinese - singer.

Melanie Fiona (34) Guyanese (including African, Indian, and Portuguese) - R&B recording artist.

Nazneen Contractor (34) Parsi - actress.

Daisy Bopanna (34) Indian - actress.

Lekha Washington (33) Punjabi-Indian, Burmese, Maharashtrian, Italian - actress and product designer

Neetu Chandra (33) Indian - actress, producer and theatre artist

Surveen Chawla (33) Indian - actress and dancer

Noureen DeWulf (33) Marathi Indian - actress.

Roma Asrani (33) Indian - actress.

Geeta Basra (33) Punjabi Indian - actress.

Aarthi also credited as Harathi (33) Indian - actress and host.

Aaradhna Jayantilal Patel (33) Samoan and Gujarati Indian - singer.

Sayali Bhagat (33) indian - actress.

Barsha Priyadarshini (33) Odia Indian - actress.

Daisy Shah (33) Indian - actress, model, and dancer.

Kajal Aggarwal (32) Indian - actress and model.

Divyanka Tripathi (32) Indian - actress.

Jessica Clark (32) Indian, Nigerian, English, Irish - actress.

Snigdha Akolkar (32) Indian - actress and model.

Sonam Kapoor (32) Indian - actress.

Shweta Tripathi (32) Indian - actress.

Freida Pinto (32) Konkani (Mangalorean) Indian - actress.

Diana Penty (32) Indian - model and actress.

Sandra Amy (32) Indian - actress and video jockey.

Nushrat Bharucha (32) Indian - actress.

Prarthana Behere (32) Indian - actress.

Jennifer Winget (32) Indian - actress.

Isabelle Kaif (31) Kashmiri India/English - actress.

Esha Gupta (31) Indian - actress and model.

Bhairavi Goswami (32) Indian - actress and host.

Andrea Jeremiah (31) Anglo-Indian - actress, musician, dancer and singer

Karthika Menon (31) Indian - actress.

Dilshad Vadsaria (31) Indian, Pakistani, Portuguese - actress.

Jameela Jamil (31) Indian / English - actress and model.

Srinda Arhaan (31) Indian - actress.

Deepika Padukone (31) Konkani Indian - actress.

Meaghan Rath (31) Goan Indian / Ashkenazi Jewish - actress.

Radhika Apte (31) Indian - actress.

Bindu Madhavi (31) Indian - actress.

Lisa Haydon (31) Indian - model, fashion designer, and actress.

Tanya Abrol (31) Indian - actress.

Anjena Kirti (31) Indian - actress and model.

Pinky Sawika Chaiyadech (31) Tamil Indian and Thai - actress, model, and singer.

Dipika Kakar (31) Indian - actress.

Asin Thottumkal (31) Indian - actress.

Huma Qureshi (31) Indian - acress and model.

Neha Bansal (31) Indian - actress and model.

Ramya Barna (31) Indian - actress.

Evelyn Sharma (31) Punjabi Indian / German - actress and model.

Bruna Abdullah (30) - Lebanese/Indian - actress

Kainaat Arora (30) Indian - model and actress

Adah Sharma (30) Indian - actress

Anjali (30) Indian - actress and model.

Charmy Kaur (30) Indian - actress.

Cassie Ventura (30) Filipino / Mexican, African-American, Afro-Caribbean (West Indian) - recording artist, dancer, actress and model.

Shraddha Das (30) Indian - actress.

Zarine Khan(30) Indian - actress and model.

Priya Bapat (30) Indian - actress.

Richa Chadda (30) Indian - actress.

Pearl Mackie (30) West Indian / English - actress, dancer, and singer.

Sonakshi Sinha (30) Kayastha Indian - actress.

Kristina Akheeva (30) Tajikistani-Russian / Russian - actress and model.

India de Beaufort (30) Indian, English, Irish, French - actress and singer.

Kangana Ranaut (30) Rajput Indian - actress.

Aditi Agarwal (30) Indian - actress.

Kainaat Arora (30) Pahari-Punjabi - actress.

Tina Desai (30) Gujarati Indian / Telugu Indian - actress and model.

Ayilya Nair (30) Indian - actress.

Taapsee Pannu (30) Indian - actress and model.

Anchal Joseph (30) Indian - model and actress.

Shraddha Kapoor (30) Indian - actress and singer.

Kainaz Motivala (30) Indian - actress.

Sonia Mann (29) Punjabi-Indian - actress and model

Surbhi Jyoti (29) Punjabi-Indian - actress

Manjari Phadins (29) Idnian - actress

Gayatri Patel (29) Indian - actress and dancer.

Tara Alisha Berry (29) indian - actress.

Pallavi Sharda (29) Indian - actress and dancer.

Anushree (29) Indian - actress and presenter.

Rekitha Rajendra Kurup (29) Indian - actress.

Mandana Karimi (29) Indian, Iranian - actress.

Neha Sharma (29) Indian - actress and model.

Ileana D'Cruz (29) half Konkani Indian - actress.

Ann Augustine (29) Indian - actress.

Parvathy (29) Indian - actress.

Anisha Ambrose (29) Indian - actress and model.

Venus Raj (29) Filipino (Bicolano), Indian - actress and model.

Joan Smalls (29) Puerto Rican [Spanish, Taino, Indian] / African, Irish - model.

Shraddha Arya (29) Indian - actress.

Summer Bishil (29) East Indian/Saudi Arabian, German, English, distant Dutch, Mexican - actress.

Anumol (29) Indian - actress.

Abhinayashree (29) Indian - actress.

Riya Bamniyal (29) Indian - actress.

Anushka Sharma (29) Indian - actress and model.

Suruchi Adarkar (29) Indian - actress.

Hina Khan (29) Indian - actress.

Rachmi Guatam (28) Indian - actress

Deepika Singh (28) Indian - actress.

Adaa Khan (28) Indian - actress and model

Yami Gautam (28) Indian - actress and model.

Regina Cassandra (28) Indian - actress.

Raai Laxmi (28) Indian - actress and model.

Pallavi Batra (28) Indian - actress.

Parineeti Chopra (28) Punjabi Indian - actress.

Lilly Singh (28) Punjabi Indian - YouTuber.

Varsha Ashwathi (28) Indian - actress.

Elle Varner (28) Cape Verdean, French, African American, Indian, Dutch, Irish - singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist.

Annet Mahendru (28) Indian, Russian - actress.

Prachi Desai (28) Indian - actress.

Tina Ahuja (28) Indian - actress.

Tia Bajpai (28) Indian - actress.

Kriti Kharbanda (28) Indian - actress.

Nia Sharma (27) Indian - actress

Dimple Jhangiani (27) Indian - actress.

Deeksha Seth (27) Indian - actress and model.

Chitrashi Rawat (27) indian - hockey player, actress, and host.

Nandita Shwetha (27) Indian - actress and model

Monical Gill (27) Indian-American - model

Catherine Tresa (27) indian - actress and model.

Nathalia Kaur (27) Half-Indian - model, actress

Dharti Bhatt (27) Indian - actress.

Mansha Bahl (27) Punjabi Indian - actress.

Sonia Dara (27) Indian - model.

Tamannaah Bhatia (27) Indian - actress.

Kriti Sanon (27) Indian - actress.

Anusree Nair (27) Indian - actress.

Sakshi Agarwal (27) Indian - actress.

Ashika Pratt (27) stated as being “of Indian descent“ - model.

Anjli Mohindra (27) Punjabi Indian - actress.

Semmalar Annam (27) Indian - actress.

Deepa Sannidhi (27) Indian - actress.

Sakshi Choudhary (26) Indian - actress and model

Srabanti Chatterjee (26) Indian - actress

Pragya Jaiswal (26) Indian - actress

Rashi Khanna (26) Indian - actress

Rakul Preet Singh (26) Indian - actress and model

Ciara Renée (26) African-American, European, Indian, Native American - actress and musician.

Pooja Hegde (26) Indian - model and actress.

Karthika Adaikalam (26) Indian - actress.

Sandhja Kuivalainen (26) Indo-Guyanese / Finnish - singer.

Hansika Motwani (26) Indian - actress.

Sonali Raut (26) Indian - model and actress.

Mandeep Dhillon (26) Punjabi Indian - actress

Poonam Pnadley (25) Indian - model.

Bidita Bag (25) Indian - actress and model.

Bala Hijam (25) Indian - actress.

Saiya,i Kher (25) Indian - actress and model

Mannara (25) Bihari Indian - actress and model

Abhinaya (25) Indian - actress and model.

Nora Fatehi (25) Indian, Moroccan - model.

Ena Saha (25) Indian - actress.

Sheena Bajaj (25) Indian - actress.

Charli XCX (25) Ugandan Indian / Scottish - singer.

Kiara Advani (25) Sindhi / Scottish, Irish, Portuguese, Spanish - actress.

Disha Patani (25) Indian - actress and model.

Aksha Pardasany (25) Indian - actress.

Melinda Shankar (25) Indo-Guyanese - actress.

Michelle Khare (25) Indian and Unspecified White - YouTuber.

Safiya Nygaard (26) Indian / Danish - YouTuber.

Aparnaa Bajpai (26) Indian - actress.

Piaa Bajpai (25) Indian - actress and model.

Richa Panai (24) Indian - actress

Deeksha Panth (24) Indian - actress

Erica Fernandes (24) Indian - actress, model and youtuber

Navneet Kaur Dhillon (24) Indian - actress and model

Sonarika Bhadoria (24) Indian - actress, model, dancer, singer, and social activist

Kiara Advani (24) Indian - actress

Seerat Kapoor (24) Indian - actress and choreographer

Naomi Scott (24) Gujarati Indian / Scottish - actress.

Anandhi (24) Indian - actress.

Pranitha Subhash (24) Indian - actress and model.

Seerat Kapoor (24) Indian - actress.

Anju Kurian (24) Indian - actress.

Sanskruti Balgude (24) Indian - actress.

Alia Bhatt (24) Gujarati Indian / Kashmiri Indian, German - actress and singer.

Avantika Hundal (24) Indian - actress.

Wamiqa Gabbi (23) Indian - actress.

Amulya (23) Indian - actress.

Urvashi Rautela (23) Indian - actress and model.

Zoya Afroz (22) Indian - actress and model

Kelly Gale (22) Indian / English - model.

Anu Sithara (22) Indian - actress.

Neelam Gill (22) Sikh Indian - model.

Nazriya Nazim (22) Indian - actress.

Normani Kordei (21) African-American, Indian, French - singer.

Liza Koshy (21) Malayali Indian / Swiss-German, German, some English - actress.

Lakshmi Menon (21) Malayali Indian - actress and singer.

Niveda Thomas (21) Indian - actress.

Aparna Balamurali (21) Indian - actress and playback singer.

Cymphonique Miller (21) Black, Filipino, French, Indian, Hawaiian, Spanish, and Chinese - singer and actress.

Avika Gor (20) Indian - actress.

Namitha Pramod (20) Indian - actress.

Ulka Gupta (20) Indian - actress.

Julia Barretto (20) Filipino (including Tagalog), some Portuguese, remote Indian (Maratha) - actress.

Surangana Bandyopadhyay (19) Indian - actress.

Soma Bhatia (19) Indian - actress.

Rubina Ali (18) Indian - actress.

Ahsaas Channa (18) Indian - actress.

Eisha Singh (18) Indian - actress.

Grace Martine Tandon also known as Daya (18) Indian, German - singer.

Aryana Engineer (16) Parsi Indian / Scottish - actress.

Roshni Walia (15) Indian - actress.

Arisha Razi (born in 2002) Indian - actress and host.

Aarathi (born in 1956) Indian - actress.

Abir Abrar (born in 1985) Indian - actress.

B. V. Radha (born in 1948) Indian - actress.

Rani Agrawal (born in 1994) Indian - actress.

Leema Babu (born in 1994) Indian - actress.

Nikita Anand (born in 1983) Indian - actress and model.

Agam Darshi (born 1980) Indian - actress.

Kamma Ranawat (?) Indian - actress

Shilpa Reddy (?) Indian - fashion designer and producer

Rekha Sharma (?) Indian - actress.

Aluna Francis (?) Indian, Tanzanian / Afro-Jamaican - vocalist.

Ninja Singh (?) Indian - model.

Aysha Kala (?) Indian - actress.

Aashritha (?) Indian - actress.

Abitha (?) Indian - actress.

Kirti Adarkar (?) Indian - actress.

Aditi Ravi (?) Indian - actress.

Nisha Agarwal (?) Indian - actress.

Reena Aggarwal (?) Indian - actress.

Shruti Agarwal (?) Indian - actress.

Shubhi Ahuja (?) Indian - actress.

Sasha Agha (?) Indian - actress and singer.

Dolly Ahluwalia (?) Indian - actress and costume designer.

Shubra Aiyappa (?) Indian - actress.

Deepika Amin (?) Indian - actress.

Maya Alagh (?) Indian - actress.

Rekha Shankar (?) Indian - actress.

Saadhika Randhawa (?) Indian - actress.

Dana Jeffrey (?) Ojibwe, Thai, Indo Guyanese, Afro Guyanese, Mexican, and English - actress.

Priya Anand (?) Tamil / Telugu, Marathi - actress and model.

Sabitha Anand (?) Indian - actress.

Anjali Aneesh (?) Indian - actress.

Athmiya (?) Indian - actress.

Alice T. (?) Indian and Chinese - YouTuber.

Lin Laishram (?) Manipuri Indian - actress and model.

Kanchan Awasthi (?) Indian - model and actress.

Nilambur Ayisha (?) Indian - actress.

Saba Azad (?) Indian - actress and musician.

Meera Rohit Kumbhani (?) Indian - actress.

Kiran Deol (?) Indian - actress.

Amrapali Ambegaokar (?) Indian - actress.

Bhumika Arora (?) Indian - model.

Nishi Munshi (?) Indian - actress.

Barsha Rani Bishaya (?) Indian - actress.

Bhavana Rao (?) Indian - actress.

Bhavana (?) Indian - actress.

Trans Ladies:

Ravina Jagtap (35) Indian - musician.

Chandni Suvarnakar (34) Indian - musician.

Bhavika Patil (27) Indian - musician.

Fida Khan (24) Indian - musician.

Asha Jagtap (24) Indian - musician.

Komal Jagtap (22) Indian - musician.

Bobby Darling (?) Indian - musician.

Karpaga (?) Indian - musician.

Kalki Subramaniam (?) Indian - musician.

Rose Venkatesan (?) Indian - musician. .

Amelia Maltepe (?) Indian - musician.

Grace Banu (?) Indian - activist.

MEN:

Dilip Kumar (94) Indian - actor.

Prem Chopra (81) Indian - actor.

Zubin Mehta (81) Parsi Indian - classical music conductor.

Dharmendra (81) Indian - actor.

Shashi Kapoor (79) Indian - actor.

K. J. Yesudas (77) Indian - singer. Neeraj Kabi

Jeetendra (75) Indian - actor.

Amitabh Bachchan (74) Indian - actor.

Sir Ben Kingsley (73) Gujarati Indian, English, possibly Ashkenazi Jewish - actor.

Amol Palekar (72) Indian - actor, director and producer.

Randhir Kapoor (70) Indian - actor.

Danny Denzongpa (69) Indian. Bhutia - actor, singer and director

Naseeruddin Shah (67) Indian - actor.

Rakesh Roshan (67) Indian - actor and producer.

Rajinikanth (66) Indian - actor.

Sarath Babu (66) Indian - actor.

Nana Patekar (66) Marathi Indian - actor.

Erick Avari (65) Parsi Indian - actor.

Rishi Kapoor (64) Indian - actor.

Tinnu Anand (64) Indain - actor.

Rangaraj Subbaiah also known as Sathyaraj (62) Indian - actor.

Anupam Kher (62) Indian - actor.

Kamal Haasan (62) Indian - actor and singer.

Annu Kapoor (61) Indian/Asian - actor

Gulshan Grover (61) Indian/Asian - actor

Chiranjeevi (61) Indian - actor.

Johnny Lever (60) Indian - actor and comedian.

Sunny Deol (60) Indian - actor.

Jackie Shroff (60) Indo-Aryan - actor

Anil Kapoor (60) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Mukesh Khanna (59) Indian/Asian - actor

Sanjay Dutt (58) Indian - actor.

Mohnish Bahl (58) Indian - actor.

Shakti Kapoor (58) Indian - actor.

Rajit Kapoor (57) Indian - actor and director

Kumar Gaurav (57) Indian - actor.

Puneet Issar(57) Indaitn - actor.

Boman Irani (57) Indian - actor, voice actor and photographer.

Nagarajuna Akkiner (57) Indian - actor, producer and dancer.

Jaz Coleman (57) Kashmiri Indian, English / English - singer and musician.

Mohanlal Viswanathan Nair (57) Indian - actor.

Venkatesh Daggubati (56) Indian - actor

Suniel Shetty (56) Indian - actor.

Kim Thayil (56) Indian - guitarist.

Rajendranath Zutshi (56) Indian - actor.

Deepak Tijori (55) Indian - actor, director and producer

Danny Huston (55) English, Indian / English, Scottish, Scots-Irish/Northern Irish, distant German, remote Portuguese - actor and writer.

Ashish Vidyarthi (54) Bengali/Malayali - actor

Chunky Pandey (54) Indian - actor

Raju Srivastava (54) India - comedian.

Vijay Raaz (54) Indian - actor and director

Sanjeev Bhaskar (53) Indian - comedian and actor.

Govinda (53) Indian - actor.

Javed Jaffrey(53) Indian - actor, dancer and comedian.

Aamir Khan (52) Indian - actor.

Atul Kulkarni (51) Indian/Asian - actor

Manoj Joshi (51) Indian - actor and comedian

Shah Rukh Khan (51) Indian/Pathan - actor and producer

Ronit Roy (51) Bengali Indian - actor.

Kennedy John Victor (51) Indian - actor.

Shah Rukh Khan (51) Pashtun Indian - actor.

Milind Soman (51) Marathi Indian - actor and model.

Salman Khan (51) Bengali Indian - actor.

Aasif Mandvi (51) Indian - actor and comedian.

Irrfan Khan (50) Pathan Indian - actor.

Arbaaz Khan (50) Indian - actor.

Vinay Pathak (49) Indian/Asian - actor and producer

Arshad Warsi (49) Indian - actor.

Akshay Kumar (49) Indian - actor and martial artist.

Dilip Joshi (49) Indian - actor.

Rahul Roy(49) Indian - actor and former model.

Naveen Andrews (48) Indian - actor.

Ajay Devgan (48) Indian - actor.

Manoj Bajpai (48) Indian - actor.

Ajay Devgn (48) Indian - actor.

Vivek Mushran (48) Indian - actor.

Manoj Bajpayee (48) Indian - actor.

M. Night Shyamalan (47) Malayali and Tamil Indian - director, producer, actor.

Saif Ali Khan (47) Indian - actor.

R. Madhavan (47) Indian - actor and writer.

Sohail Khan (47) Indian - actor.

Mukul Dev (46) Indian/Asian - actor

Rajpal Yadav (46) Indian - actor

Sanjay Suri (46) Indian - actor.

Russell Peters (46) Anglo-Indian (Indian, English) - comedian.

Jimmy Shergill (46) Indian - actor.

Rupert Penry-Jones (46) English, Welsh, and distant Indian ancestry - actor.

Ajith Kumar (46) Indian - actor.

Xavier Naidoo (45) German, Indian / Egyptian - singer and actor.

Jay Manuel (45) Malaysian-Indian, Dutch / Italian, Czech - model and host.

Dileep Rao (44) Kannada Indian - actor.

Sonu Sood (44) Indian - actor.

Manu Narayan (44) Indian - actor and singer.

Shiney Ahuja (44) indian - actor.

Arjun Rampal (44) Indian - actor.

John Abraham (44) Malayali / Zoroastrian - actor and model.

Sonu Nigam (44) Indian - singer.

Priyanshu Chatterjee (44) Indian - actor and model.

Uday Chopra (44) Indian - actor.

Sudhanshu Pandey (43) Indian - model and actor.

Fardeen Khan (43) Indian - actor.

Nawazuddin Siddiqui (43) Indiant - actor.

Maulik Pancholy (43) Gujarati Indian - actor.

Hrithik Roshan (43) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Farhan Akhtar (43) Indian - actor and singer.

Sendhil Ramamurthy (43) Kannada Indian / Tamil Indian - actor.

Paul Marazzi (42) Italian, Indian / English - musician.

Raza Jaffrey (42) Indian / English - actor and singer.

Mahesh Babu (42) Indian - actor.

Abbas (42) Indian - actor and model.

Randeep Hooda (41) Indian - actor.

Shreyas Talpade (41) Indian - actor.

Abhishek Bachan (41) Indian - actor and singer.

Dino Morea (41) Indian - actor.

Abhishek Bachchan (41) Indian - actor and singer.

Abhay Deol (41) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Anand Jon (40) Indian - fashion designer.

Niketan Madhok (40) Indian - model.

Vivek Oberoi (40) Indian - actor.

Tusshar Kapoor (40) Idian - actor.

Jisshu Sengupta (40) Indian - actor and ex-cricketer.

Kal Penn (40) Gujarati Indian - actor and civil servant.

Rahul Singh (40) Indian - actor.

Manish Paul (39) Punjabi Indian - host.

Tarun Arora (38) Indian - actor and model.

Emraan Hashmi (38) Indian - actor.

Prabhas (38) Indian - actor

Riteish Deshmukh (38) Indian - actor and producer.

Jamie Cullum (38) English, Ashkenazi Jewish / Indian, Burmese, possibly some Spanish - musician.

Raqesh Vashisth (38) Indian - actor and model.

Danny Pudi (38) Indian / Polish - actor and comedian.

Jeetendra Madnani (38) Indian - actor and presenter.

Jay Sean (38) Punjabi Indian - singer.

Sharman Joshi (38) indian - actor.

Vivan Bhatena (38) Indian - actor and model.

Kunal Kapoor (38) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Arjan Bajwa (37) Indian - actor.

Kunal Nayyar (36) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Vidyut Jamwal (36) Indian - actor.

Vaibhav Talwar (36) Indian - actor.

Harman Baweja (36) Indian - actor.

Vidyut Jammwal (36) Indian - actor.

Kapil Sharma (36) Indian - actor and comedian.

Shahid Kapoor (36) Indian - actor.

Upen Patel (35) Indian - actor and model.

Neil Nitin Mukesh (35) Indian - actor.

Karan Singh Grover (35) Indian - actor and model.

Manish Dayal (34) Gujarati Indian - actor.

Deepak Adhikari (34) Indian - actor and singer.

Pravesh Rana (34) Indian - model.

Arunoday Singh (34) Indian - actor.

Kunal Khemu (34) Indian - actor.

Adhir Kalyan (34) Indian - actor.

Amit Sadh (34) Indian - actor.

Elyes Gabel (34) English, Algerian, French, Spanish, Dutch, Anglo-Indian, Irish, Portuguese - actor.

Arjun Bijlani (34) Indian - actor.

Hirdesh Singh (34) Indian - actor and rapper.

Ranbir Kapoor (34) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Imran Khan (34) Indian - actor.

Riz Ahmed (34) Pakistani / Indian - actor and rapper.

Aziz Ansari (34) Tamil Indian - actor and comedian.

Allu Arjun (34) Indian - actor.

Mahesh Jadu (34) Mauritian and Kashmiri Indian - actor.

Pulkit Samrat (33) Indian - actor and model.

Diljit Dosanjh (33) Indian - actor and internet celebrity.

Kostja Ullmann (33) German, English, Indian / English, Portuguese - actor.

Satya Bhabha (33) Parsi Indian / Ashkenazi Jewish - actor.

Amit Sebastian Paul (33) Bengali Indian / Swedish - singer.

Utkarsh Ambudkar (33) Indian - actor.

Muzammil Ibrahim (33) Indian - actor and model.

Ranveer Singh (32) Indian - actor.

Karan Kundra (32) Indian - actor.

Jackky Bhagnani (32) Sindhi Indian - actor.

Arjun Kapoor (32) Indian - actor.

Rana Daggubati (32) Indian - actor.

Sangram Singh (32) Indian - actor and wrestler.

Rajkummar Rao (32) Indian - actor.

Sidharth Malhotra (32) Punjabi Indian - actor and model.

Ayushmann Khurrana (32) Punjabi Indian - actor and singer.

Rahul Kohli (31) Indian - actor.

Aditya Roy Kapur (31) Indian / Indian Jewish - actor.

Sushant Singh Rajput (31) Indian - actor.

Dulquer Salmaan (31) Indian - actor.

Karan Wahi (31) Punjabi Indian - actor, model, and former cricketer.

Max Minghella (31) Italian, Chinese, Sephardi Jewish, Parsi Indian, English, Irish, Swedish - actor.

Ali Fazal (30) Indian - actor.

Varun Dhawan (30) Indian - actor.

Vin Rana (30) Indian - actor and model.

Prateik Babbar (30) Indian - actor.

Parys Sylver (30) African American, Native American, Filipino, Irish, Portuguese, Egyptian, Indian - actor.

Arijit Singh (30) Indian - musician.

Suraj Gowda (29) Indian - actor.

Prateik Jain (29) Indian - actor and model.

Nishant Malkani (29) Indian - model and actor.

Harshad Arora (29) Indian - model and actor.

Sahil Salathia (29) Indian - actor and model.

Ritesh Rajan (28) Indian - actor.

Sidhant Gupta (28) Indian - actor.

Rohit Khandelwal (28) Indian - model and actor.

Raja Fenske (28) Indian / White - actor.

Jesse Rath (28) Goan Indian / Ashkenazi Jewish - actor.

Suyyash Rai (28) Indian - actor and singer.

Nitin Chauhan (28) Indian - model and actor.

Dev Patel (27) Gujarati Indian - actor.

Sanjaya Malakar (27) Bengali Indian / Italian, Dutch, Irish, English - singer.

Abhi Sinha (27) Indian - actor.

Jasmeet Singh (27) Indian - comedian.

Tiger Shroff (27) Indian - actor.

Vivaan Shah (27) Indian - actor.

Raymond Ablack (27) Indo-Guyanese - actor and comedian.

Varun Sharma (27) Indian - actor.

Harshvardhan Kapoor (26) Indian - actor.

Prathamesh Maulingkar (26) Indian - footballer.

Samridh Bawa (26) Indian - model and actor.

Kartik Aaryan (26) Indian - actor.

Parth Samthaan (26) Indian - actor.

Avan Jogia (25) Gujarati Indian / English, Welsh, some German - actor.

Arjit Taneja (24) Indian - actor.

Sebastian de Souza (24) Portuguese Indian - actor.

Nikhil Anand (23) Indian - beauty pageant entrepreneur.

Derrick Monasterio (22) Italian, Jamaican (East Indian and Scottish), Lebanese, Sephardi Jewish, Filipino (Tagalog), Spanish (Castilian) - actor.

Kishen Tanna (21) Indian - actor.

Darsheel Safary (20) Indian - actor.

Harris J (20) Indian, Irish - singer.

Suraj Partha (20) Indian - actor.

Karan Brar (18) Punjabi Indian - actor.

Aramis Knight (17) Pakistani, Indian / English, Irish, German - actor.

Rohan Chand (17) Indian - actor.

Amir Bageria (16) Indian - actor.

Neel Sethi (13) Indian - actor.

Arjun Gupta (born in 1987) Indian - actor.

Kay Kay Menon (born in 1966) Indian - actor.

Vishal Malik (born 1989) Indian - actor

Sean T. Krishnan (?) Indian - actor.

Nikesh Patel (?) Indian - actor.

Arpit Ranka (?) Indian - model and actor.

Nik Dodani (?) Indian - actor and comedian.

Ajay Mehta (?) Indian - actor.

Shawn Parikh (?) Indian - actor.

Paull Walia (?) Indian - actor.

Dante Scott (?) Indian - actor.

Vik Sahay (?) Indian - actor.

Neil Amin-Smith (?) Indian, White - violinist.

Jas Arora (?) Indian - model and actor.

Vivian Fernandes (?) Indian - rapper.

Manu Bora (?) Indian - model.

Mudit Malhotra (?) Indian - model.

Prabh Uppal (?) Indian - model.

Sahil Shroff (?) Indian - model and actor.

Akshit Brar (?) Indian - model.

Himanshu Bhati (?) Indian - model.

Abhimanyu Singh (?) Indian - actor.

Akshaye Khanna (?) Indian - actor.

Aparshakti Khurana (?) Indian - actor.

Bobby Deol (?) Indian - actor.

Pankaj Tripathi (?) Indian - actor.

Sanjay Kapoor (?) Indian - actor.

Sanjay Mishra (?) Indian - actor.

Subham ku Naik (?) Indian - actor.

Don’t want to be rp’d:

Justine Skye

Ick:

Priyanka Chopra - https://www.scoopwhoop.com/inothernews/bollywood-mary-kom-priyanka/

Nicki Minaj - http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-3379421/Nicki-Minaj-posts-selfie-brother-Jelani-paying-100K-bail-following-child-rape-arrest.html

Suraj Sharma- http://ohnotheydidnt.livejournal.com/82116326.html

#rph #fc help #fc list #indian fcs #underused fcs #task: 058 #task: india

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