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Was This Vacation a Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians (Astrid x black! fem! reader) ~Part 3

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: After a traumatic night, you decide to stay with Astrid a few nights before you depart back to America. The situation left you angry and terrified, but Astrid proved to be an amazing hostess and a shoulder to cry on.

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Warnings: Talk of racism and microaggressions.

Author’s Note: Here’s part 3 guys! As always tell me how this is going so far and what you like about it. Idk if this is good or not but I really want to finish this series soon. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy.

The cup of tea Astrid offered grew cold in my hands as I sat on her fine couch in the living room, my head against Rachel’s shoulder. Astrid strolled back into the room, returning from putting her son Cassain back to bed.

“Do you need anything else, Y/N?” Astrid said as she circled the couch and leaned against its back. “Blanket or something, you and Rachel look like you’re about done for the night.”

She wasn’t wrong, my eyes were heavy and Rachel was quiet for a while. Her phone dinged, awakening her from her semi sleepy state.

“Mmh, N-Nick! He’s outside!” she said, eyes and fingers sweeping her phone simultaneously.

I sat up to the best of my abilities and try not to blink too much with grogginess and stress already pulsing around my temple. Grading papers should have been the move from the beginning; I wasn’t welcome here from the start, people like me weren’t welcome from the start.

“Y/N,” Nick’s caring voice broke me from my thoughts thankfully. He stood in the center of Astrid’s living room with Rachel at his arm, his eyes sparkling in concern. “First of all, I’m so sorry this happened. Come here.”

Nick pulled me into his arms, nearly making me weep from the contact. His tall frame was soothing, yet I felt terrible because of all that’s happened; this happened because of me. If I stayed home, they wedding would have gone on, Rachel probably wouldn’t have to worry as much as she has to. I wouldn’t be the center in all this, so much pity. It isn’t pity, I should know that, it’s racism. Full blown racism in my face and I can’t fathom it for some reason. I don’t know why. Frustration pooled at me, tears and heat pricked my skin and eyelids.

“Y/N? Are you all right?” Nick asked. He pulled back to pat my elbows.

Rachel sunk to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Y/N?”

“I-I’m OK. I-I’m fine, I-I just need a night to, I don’t know, forget all of this,” you said as you leaned into Rachel. “I want to go home though, I’m sorry, guys.”

Nick shook his head. “No, no. In fact, I booked you a ticket home the day after tomorrow. First class of course, my friends stay in style. It’s the least I can do for how uncouth and down right disgusting my family and our associates were. I can even book you the best hotel around here.”

The thought was nice, a little too nice but I had to declined.

“Sorry, Nick, I don’t think that’d be a great idea. Don’t want to seem out of place again.”

“Would a coastal house work? A short heli ride would get you there in--”

“Nick, I don’t think that’ll help,” Rachel said, cutting him off. “Traveling somewhere that isn’t home won’t help, yeah? Y/N?”

I nodded. Nick’s amazing, I love him but throwing money at everything isn’t going to bring me the comfort he thinks it will. It is endearing though.

“She can stay here for tonight, tomorrow as well,” Astrid said, speaking up from her position behind the couch, hand smoothing out the plushness of it. “Anything she needs, I’ll be willing to provide, no issue.”

My heart skipped a beat at the offer; Rachel’s trying not to grin from ear to ear, brought me closer by the shoulder to look at me with those brown eyes. They’re still glossy, all authentic for me I know but know she’s using them to her advantage I swear.

“Astrid sounds like great company, yeah?” she said. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “She’ll look out for you, I promise.”

Nick embraced Astrid prior to turning back to Rachel and I. “Thank you, you don’t know how much this means to me.”

Astrid smiled, it reached her beauty mark, highlighting her face perfectly. How was I going to survive a night in her home? Two nights even. Rachel beamed back as if she heard my mental question, squeezing my shoulders.

“You got this, call us when you feel a little better. OK?”

I nodded. Rachel and Nick gave me quick hugs, doing the same with Astrid before they left, leaving me alone with her. Alone with Astrid Leong. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with all that’s happened.

“Y/N?” Astrid called.

Her voice soft, as it was before yet lower, tender. I didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want her pity. I just want to go home already.

“Y/N?” she called again. I glanced at her, she’s close now, right in front of me; the pity I harped on wasn’t there in her eyes though, hurt and worry, similar to how she seemed at Nick’s grandmother’s house.

“C-Can I hug you?” she asked, opening her arms a bit. Her mouth twitched in a tiny smile while she hesitated with her movements. “Hugs always put me at ease, I-I want to put you at ease.”

The word ease broke me, almost. Tears pricked at my eyes, Astrid found them as she inched closer. She didn’t hug me though, still gauging my reaction. I nodded and met her in a warm embrace; it eased me as she said: her arms wound around me perfectly, fit me well and the tears slipped. A sob broke through too. Why the fuck am I crying? I was supposed to forget about all of that shit.

“It’s all right, darling. Let it out, it’s OK,” Astrid whispered. She pulled back to wipe my tears. She nodded to her couch. “Want to sit?”

I nodded, pursed my lips to keep from tasting the salty tears.

Astrid led me by the hand toward the couch, left some space between us when we got there, still holding onto me. Her touch proved pleasant, more so than it has been before--I was at ease. Her hand wrapped around my own wasn’t a huge deal either. I’m not even sure how long I can last but its working so far.

“T-Thank you, i-it means a lot, letting me stay here,” I managed to say. Astrid’s thumb rubbed my knuckles a little prior to her pulling it away.

“It’s nothing you have to thank me for,” she said. “Do you want to talk about it at all?”

This is a safe space I realize, however I’m not completely sure about opening up about these racially charged encounters. Sure, she’s non-white but like Rachel, sometimes it’s difficult bringing these matters up and talking through them. Sometimes I just need to deal with it on my own, then again, I do need to talk it out--somewhat.

“I-I just expected to tag along with Rachel and for this to be a normal vacation,” I started. “But I got centered, I-I should have known. Anti-blackness is global. I should have thought about it more, researched. I’m a professor for God’s sake, I always tell my students this. Maybe this vacation was a mistake, maybe I should have just stayed home.”

Astrid’s hands flocked to mine again, her eyes glossy once more. “No matter how much research or preparedness you set yourself up for, no one deserves to be harassed or see something like that.”

I nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t think it’s the same. We both experience some fucked shit, I’m sure, you went to schools in England right? Most of those posh white folks, right?”

Astrid giggled at the description. “They were the living embodiment of posh. And you’re right. My experience is not the same but I can tell you about them. Take some of the weight off from today. Will that help?”

“Yeah,” I said.

Maybe I said it too quickly. It was her touches and how intense she looked to me: attentiveness deep in her brown eyes, paying all the mind to me, I had to glance to the spotless carpet below.

“As you know, or maybe you don’t, I’m not sure how much Nick has shared about me, I attended Harvard during university,” Astrid explained. She ceased holding my hands, calming my heart for a bit. “At this time, I was eighteen, away from home with enough money to make my posh peers turn their heads. Unfortunately, my money wasn’t the only thing they noticed.”

Astrid grimaced and I didn’t want her to delve back into anything like that. It’s different yes, but it can still hurt people. Rachel’s told me plenty.

“Astrid, you don’t have to tell me, if it’s too much,” I said. My hand moved on instinct, holding her hand myself. “I-I get it.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” she said. “It’s not the most pleasant story to look back on but it happened. First semester, I was the only Asian girl in my class. There was an Asian boy, but he flocked with the white boys and a grade above me so there wasn’t too much we’d mutually have in common besides our ethnicity. I was Astrid the princess, according to Nick and I wished my white peers saw me as just some spoiled girl. Instead I was Astrid the girl who could grant you a happy ending; Astrid the girl who had to sit up front because her eyes were too slanted. There was worse things but, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to limit yourself because of what history has done. What these systems and institutions have done. Don’t let that stop you.”

She’s right. Astrid’s absolutely right. The dam broke again at this obvious realization and I’m crying again, trembling and all.

Astrid just pulled me toward her, embracing me yet again. I feel so stupid.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed against her shoulder. “I-I don’t mean to do this. I hate feeling like this.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s OK.”

We stayed like that for a while: Astrid wrapping her arms around my back, my head against her chest, heartbeat nearly lulling me to sleep. Tiny footsteps neared however, along with a few creaks of the floor and staircase.

“Mommy?”

Astrid tore herself away to face the child standing in a purple satin sleep shirt and matching pants. His hair askew, face clearly scrunched up from sleep. Cassian. Astrid’s son. I pulled myself further from Astrid, wishing I could sink into the couch altogether.

“And what are you doing up, sweetie?” Astrid said, grin plastered on her face, not feeling awkward about her son seeing his mother hug a woman he doesn’t know. “You should be in bed.”

Cassian rubbed his eyes with the back of a fist, attention on me while Astrid lifted him up to her lap, showing the boy off to me.

“Who’s that?” he asked.

Astrid’s eyes shined, love filling them to the brim as she stared at her son, then to me. I still wanted to disappear; Astrid’s got my heart flipping again and skin set to a scorch. Maybe Rachel had a point, definitely not telling her about all the details of tonight.

“This is Y/N, Nick and mommy’s friend and our guest for a few nights,” she cooed, kissing Cassian on the forehead. “How about we go settle in bed and give her some space, hmm?”

I waved at the boy awkwardly. He seemed delicate in Astrid’s arms, fluttering his eyes, squishing and yawning as she stood engulfing the boy in tender love.

“C-Can you read me a story too?” Cassain whined.

“Of course we can, my love,” Astrid said. She was halfway up the stairs; I couldn’t stop looking at her. She turned back toward me, voice dropping a bit.“I’ll bring you some blankets to get comfortable, darling.”

Astrid’s gone before I can react, off to her motherly duties like the day we met. I’ve talked with her, seen her heart, been catered by her heart and I’m still skeptical about the entire thing. A mother, divorcee and a rich person. Rich rich. Loaded and her actions, her demeanor already triggers me, in a great yet intense way. Is she just being nice? Or is Rachel right? Should I talk to Nick about this? Should I not take this venture? Leave it alone before something drastic occurs again, her family is still old money, old traditions, old systems. Maybe I shouldn’t be looking at a potential straight woman like this?

The thoughts continued to linger while I sunk deeper into the couch.

Astrid returned after a while, a set of fancy comforters and covers hulking her arms. “I wish I would have prepared the guest room better but the couch is just as comfortable. Make yourself at home, stretch as much as you’d like, all right?”

I nodded, laid across the couch and reached up for the covers. Astrid pouted and shook her head.

“No, no. Let me, I am your hostess after all,” she said as she fluffed up the covers. “I need everyone under my roof safe, sound and more importantly, tucked in.”

My face and heart raced among-est each other each time Astrid placed a layer on me, tucked a cover against my arm and back, patted in place. She’s so close, there’s no way she’s just being nice.

“Y/N? Are you all right? This didn’t make you uncomfortable, did it?”

I shook my head fervently. “No, this is so much more than I can ask for Thank you.”

Astrid’s eyes softened. “Not a problem, darling. I hope your dreams are sweet and more pleasant than today.”

Those words tingled me to my bones, warmed me more than the massive quilt bulking me and allowed sleep to overtake me.

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jjsmaybank20 · 1 year

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𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕔. 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

✰ - Personal Favorite ✎ - Most inspired for rn

The Fallout (2022)

Vada Cavell ✎

nothing yet

Mia Reed

1. Anxiety [angst, fluff]

Pitch Perfect 1, 2, and 3 (2012, 2015, 2017)

Beca Mitchell

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Chloe Beale

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Emily Junk

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Knives Out (2019) + Glass Onion (2022)

Whiskey

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1. Speechless [fluff] ✰

Marta Cabrera

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1. Always and Forever [fluff]

Benoit Blanc (Platonic Only)

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Free Guy (2021)

Millie Rusk

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Walter ‘Keys’ McKey (Platonic Only)

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pucksandpower · 1 year

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can I pls request a socmed au with an f1 driver and a character inspired by crazy rich asians character astrid leong? kinda curious how a driver dating an elusive, mysterious heiress would translate to the f1 media and the fans

tysm 🫶🏼💗✨

Charles Leclerc x crazy rich!Reader - Social Media AU

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voguesingapore Y/N Y/L/N x Vogue Singapore ✨

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singaporebeat y/n always serves and never misses

stylesingapore gorgeous! iconic! a goddess!

tifositalking what is charles doing in the likes?

formulanone probably just looking for fashion tips

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charles_leclerc 15 months ❤️

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leclercnews does anyone know who she is?

f1wagupdates y/n y/l/n

leclercnews i can’t find her on here

f1wagupdates she’s not on social media. search her up online

leclercnews i just did and … bwoah

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charles_leclerc at least you’re becoming self aware

pierregasly seriously though, i’m very happy for the two of you

feralferrari great 🙄 another gold digger

charles_leclerc lol

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charles16.jpg taking over as y/n.jpg for the day

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lando.jpg a new protégé

daniel3.jpg they grow up so fast 🥲

f1wagupdates this is as close as we’ll ever get to y/n being on social media so i’m thoroughly enjoying it

lawfullyleclerc the added charles content is a good bonus too

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charles_leclerc another chapter forward in our fairytale together 💍 i never want to stop making memories with you

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scuderiaferrari congratulations to you both ❤️

carlossainz55 and you only made me listen while you rehearsed the proposal 50 times

pierregasly only 50? you got off light

landonorris ask y/n if we can borrow her private island for your bachelor party

charles_leclerc y/n says she already called dibs on it for her bachelorette but we can use the yacht of our choice

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stony-ao3-feed · 5 years

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Steve x Alina: The Complete Love Story (2015 -2023)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

by syahidahwrites

These series of stories are a follow-up to "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed."

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At the end of "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed", Steve Rogers and Alina Chen find themselves falling in love. But what happens next?

Inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, these series of stories imagine a meaningful and thrilling romance for Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, one of its most beloved characters.

Find out what happens when love finds the good Captain in the modern era. What kind of shenanigans does he get up to with his 21st-century beau? Fluffy, smutty, and full of joy, this story will take you from the summer of 2015 to the endgame in 2023.

Author's note: None of the characters mentioned in this story belong to the author except for the protagonist, A.C., which is the author's original creation. This character was inspired by the character of Astrid Leong, as portrayed by Gemma Chan in Crazy Rich Asians. All other names, characters, and places belong to the Marvel Cinematic Universe and are borrowed for fictional purposes.

Content warning: This story deals with mature themes. Readers, please be advised.

Words: 3768, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Crazy Rich Asians (2018), DCU, DC Extended Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Steve Rogers, Alina Chen, Tony Stark, Happy Hogan, James Rhodes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Pepper Potts, Nick Young (Crazy Rich Asians), Rachel Chu, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Christine Everhart, Ara Ng, Thomas Ng, Frederick Ng, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Nakia (Black Panther), Peggy Carter

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team, Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Pepper Potts & Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Clark Kent & Steve Rogers, Clark Kent/Original Female Character(s)

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read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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ao3feed-mcufemslash · 5 years

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Steve x Alina: The Complete Love Story (2015 -2023)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

by syahidahwrites

These series of stories are a follow-up to "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed."

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At the end of "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed", Steve Rogers and Alina Chen find themselves falling in love. But what happens next?

Inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, these series of stories imagine a meaningful and thrilling romance for Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, one of its most beloved characters.

Content warning: This story deals with mature themes. Readers, please be advised.

Words: 3768, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Crazy Rich Asians (2018), DCU, DC Extended Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #mcu

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 5 years

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Steve x Alina: The Complete Love Story (2015 -2023)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

by syahidahwrites

These series of stories are a follow-up to "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed."

****

At the end of "The Captain America Love Story You Never Knew You Needed", Steve Rogers and Alina Chen find themselves falling in love. But what happens next?

Inspired by the Marvel Cinematic Universe, these series of stories imagine a meaningful and thrilling romance for Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, one of its most beloved characters.

Content warning: This story deals with mature themes. Readers, please be advised.

Words: 3768, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Crazy Rich Asians (2018), DCU, DC Extended Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi, Other

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2p3DOv4

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 5 months

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Hey, i wanted to know if you would continue the Astrid x Black fem reader story or no

I will. 😭😭😭 I have been stuck on it for awhile. I'm sorry writers black on fanfics has been a lot and I've been writing my own personal fiction. also things have been a lot but I am still trying to work on it

#crazy rich asians #astrid leong #astrid leong x black reader #crazy rich asians fanfic

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 2 years

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Was This Vacation a Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians (Astrid x black! fem! reader)~Part 2

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: After your dreamy run in with Astrid, you meet up with her again at a bachelorette trip as things escalate with your presence there around other young rich women. Luckily for you, Rachel and Astrid remain at your side, even when things look bleak.

Word Count: 2, 708

Author’s Note: Ya’ll it’s here after 7 million years. I’m sorry if it’s been awhile with other fics but I’m slowly but surely getting to them. Hope you guys enjoy this! Comment and let me know how it’s going. I published chapter 2 guys! 2022 starting right!

“I can’t believe Nick’s rich rich,” I said before flopping onto the massive bed you had in your own suite.

Rachel joined you, munching on a large cookie that was offered to the both of us as we returned to the hotel after an exhausting night. Of course Rachel was put on the spot as expected, but I’m still reeling from what happened to me. Was Astrid just being nice, or was she really--no. Ollie would have known, he’s the eyes and ears. Right?

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Rachel said.

I nodded a bit too quickly. Rachel flopped onto her back to stare me down with those deep, brown eyes that always saw through a white lie whenever they ran from me. A perk and curse for knowing someone since high school.

“What happened?” she said. “You haven’t spoken about it much. You hardly touched all that food Nick’s mother’s servants made either.”

I deflated at her words.

“A lot happened,” I admitted. “It’s along the lines of something you wouldn’t understand.”

Rachel nodded and rubbed my knee.

“I know, we may be the strongest minority alliance but--”

“We deal with a lot of different issues,” I said, finishing it.

The unspoken rule of what happens if we don’t feel like talking about a certain microaggression or something infuriating racist that occurs. We’d eventually talk about it and sometimes we don’t.

“Whatever it is, we can leave if you don’t feel safe,” Rachel said. She placed the remaining half of her cookie in it’s wrapper on the dresser to the right of the grand bed.

Her arms found themselves around me. I melted into the embrace while she rubbed my shoulders gently.

“I’m here all night,” Rachel said. “If anyone bothered you, you’d tell Nick right?”

I nodded against her chest.

“Yeah. You’re my best friend Rachel, I’d tell you too, it’s just,” I paused to gather my thoughts. “Someone came to my rescue, surprisingly.”

Rachel hummed and rocked us back and forth.

“Are you going to tell me who?” she asked.

“Yeah, don’t know if you know her,” I said. “But her name is Astrid. Nick’s cousin, I believe?”

Rachel jumped and gasped, nearly scaring me to death. I turned to see a smile on her face with teeth and all.

“Astrid? Sweet, beautiful Astrid?” she said.

“Um, yeah,” I said, trying not to grow flushed with her holding me like this. “Stunning in fact, gorgeous even. She’s got this beauty mark that’s--ah! I need to chill!”

Rachel’s mouth gaped open, eyes wide with a combination of shock and humor.

“You’ve got a crush.”

“No I don’t,” I said. Answered fast again, another lie Rachel saw through.

“Please, I haven’t heard you talk about a person like that since Donnie Carr,” Rachel explained.

I buried my face into the covers, feeling a scream coming on.

“Why’d you have to mention them?”

Rachel giggled.

“You were head over heels in love, and I didn’t hear the end of it when they had to transfer schools junior year.”

“Yeah, it was high school and I still don’t believe in love anymore,” I said as I sat up and held a pillow close to my chest.

“Well, maybe Astrid can change that,” Rachel suggested.

I wanted to toss the pillow at her face, yet I still had some restraint.

“Yeah, let me ask out a divorcee, and a mother. Really Rachel? Even, Ollie revered to himself as a rainbow sheep of the family.”

“Oh? Ollie came to the rescue too?” Rachel said with an eyebrow raised.

“Rachel! I’m being serious!” I groaned.

“I know, but you have to try!” Rachel said. “Did she just defend you or did she flirt? I’m not going to ask if you flirted, you go blank with crushes.”

“I do not!”

Rachel gave me an incredulous look before I continued.

“Ok, she did say my name was cute and rubbed my arm but I wouldn’t call that flirting,” I said. “She was just being kind.”

“Rubbing your arm? Nick did that to me when I started acting nervous, and he just wasn’t being kind. Look where we are now.”

“Rachel,” I said. “It’s not the same.”

“How come?” Rachel said before resting her chin on the crown of my head. “You’re a catch and very intelligent.”

I nodded and untangled myself from her to keep a distance between us while I inhale, then exhale.

“Yeah, but there are many factors when it comes to Astrid,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” Rachel said. “She’s got an amazing accent. British, just the way you like, dreamy as Hugh Grant and Tom Hiddleston, you like her’s is even better if I had to guess.”

“Rachel, Astrid is a divorcee with a child,” I said. “A child she had with a man. Rachel, she’s most likely straight. I shouldn’t crush on a straight woman again, especially after that Bumble date a few years back.”

Rachel rolled her eyes.

“The bio said looking for a third, you should have reread miss English professor,” Rachel said. “Isn’t that like the thing you tell your students all the time?”

“It was tiny!” I whined. “The font she used was hard to read as well.”

“Well, Astrid isn’t like that. I’m sure, I’ve known her longer than you and she’s the sweetest,” Rachel said. “And Nick’s cousin so, believe me.”

“But what if she’s just being really nice,” I said. “There are overtly nice people who are touchy. But she might not like women like me.”

Rachel took my hands, holding tightly before tilting her head.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m sure she finds hot English professors lovely,” Rachel harped. “Besides, she came to help you, if she didn’t like you, she would have joined in the laughing and the microaggressions.”

“Yeah,” I said. I watched Rachel’s hands move to my arms in an attempt to calm the nerves that bristled up since our conversation began. It wasn’t just her touch but my mind wondering back to Astrid and so much attention she brought to me, making me feel safe.

“You all right?” Rachel asked, her voice low that I could hardly hear. “My offer still stands, we can still go home.”

I shook my head, smiling to make Rachel grin as well.

“I can’t go home yet, we’ve got to look out for each other,” I said. Rachel giggled before raising her eyebrow a few times, silently urging me to continue. “And get to know Astrid a bit more.”

Rachel hugged me in a giddy fit prior to moving to her side of the bed, bidding me a goodnight. I replied, turned off the lamp and squirmed under the covers to mend my warping thoughts and mind.

...

The bacholorette party was on another Singaporean island that we flew to on a private jet. Nick’s friend’s friend and the bacholorette of the hour, Araminta was invited along with the rest of us to go on an expensive shopping spree thanks to some of Nick’s snobby, yet fashionable (and rather loaded) cousins. They gave me weird looks, but no microaggressions came or any word of me being a servant or lower. They allowed me to go on the spree as well, except that I couldn’t afford much of this due to my salary which went mostly to rent and those frequent visits to the cafe off campus. Doesn’t mean I can’t look, right?

I found myself moving through a section of their makeshift store, raising a brow at all the prices while keeping a neutral look. There was this lavender dress with sparkles and silky feel, a bit small for me but still cute.

“That would be a nice color on you.”

My body jolted at the sudden warm voice that flooded my ears.

Astrid Leong herself wearing a blue, button down blouse, khakis and adorable black flats. She removed the shades she wore, baring a soft grin and her beautiful wavy hair. Concern soon clouded her face at my surprise.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” Astrid said. “Y/N, right?”

I nodded.

“Sorry I had to bolt last night,” she explained. She stepped closer, eyes on the clothes before us as she carried on with the conversation. “My son can’t get put down to bed without a story every night.”

I couldn’t stop staring at her perfect side profile; the wisps of hair that stuck out due to her shades resting on top of her head. Focus Y/N! Don’t stare too much and get to know her more. Son. Ollie said she was divorced. Stories, what kind does she read to him?

“What stories get the tike to sleep?” I said while looking at another amazing dress that most likely is not my size and out of my price range.

“The Little Prince,” Astrid said. “Cassian’s already asking for more chapter books and he’s only in first grade.”

“That’s great, wish my kids were more enthusiastic about reading.”

Astrid’s eyes met yours as she raised an eyebrow.

“You have children?” she asked.

Now I gushed for real this time: heat rising to both my chest and cheeks in an instant.

“Ah! No. The students I teach,” I said. “Usually college freshmen who can barely read a fifteen page article without giving me lip.”

Astrid’s smile grew. “You teach?” she said. “With Rachel right, at NYU?”

Her enthusiasm made my entire body flare before I nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been teaching English and Creative Writing for three years now,” I said. “Doesn’t pay as much as it should but it’s fun. Doing my part in cultivating future generations I suppose.”

Astrid nodded along with me. Her lips curled into a brighter grin, forcing my heart rate to skyrocket.

“That’s fascinating. A beauty with such a fine mind, how does Nick run into you?” she said with a chuckle. “Maybe all of the traveling.”

It’s a complement only, right? God, where is Rachel when I need her? I decided to play off Astrid’s words (flirty words, maybe?) with a wave of a hand and a nervous laugh.

“You have Cassian, and New York isn’t as great as they say,” I said.

Astrid shrugged.

“Not as great as the people, right?” she said, eyeing me the entire time.

Thanks to my mental call, Rachel darted by with bundles of clothes in her arms and other bacholerette party goers at her heels, tearing through racks of clothes like its second nature.

“Y/N. And Astrid, hey,” Rachel said, insinuating something that she shouldn’t. My face burned at the thought.

“Hey Rach! Are you buying all of that?”

Rachel shook her head; Astrid and I went to assist her with putting most of the stuff back it’s respective racks.

“So, did I interrupt something?” Rachel said. “Seems like you and Astrid were having a grand convo.”

“No, I was just telling her how crappy New York actually is,” I said. “Tell her about it Rach, you know.”

Rachel shrugged.

“Depends. Nick liked it so you might Astrid,” she said. “You might like Y/N a bit more though, just saying.”

I nudged Rachel in an attempt to stop her but Astrid chuckled anyway.

“I think I will too.”

...

The small talk among the three of us calmed a bit as we all walked back to our own respective cabins. Astrid still payed attention to what I said, but her eyes didn’t linger on me to put a blush on me (at least when I noticed). Rachel didn’t tease me at all, keeping the conversation on us and university rather than me being a catch for Astrid.

“All I’m saying is that Toni Morrison is a better author to discuss than Hemmingway,” I said as we walked up to Rachel and I’s shared cabin.

Silence followed as I blinked up at Astrid and Rachel’s shocked faces. I chased their gaze toward our cabin, now defaced with red paint and the words: “You and your monkey go back to America.” The words n-word lover was sprayed across it too, making my heart leap and jump more in my chest.

“Y/N?” Rachel said, hands already against my face. “I-”

Astrid took my hand. Both of us were at a loss, but the anger still boiled inside. I knew this trip was a horrible idea from the start.

“It’s not safe here,” Astrid said. “I’ll call Nick and get you two set up at my place. I’m so sorry this happened Y/N.”

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Was This Vacation A Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians( Astrid x black! fem! reader) ~Part 1

Pairing: Astrid x reader

Summary: You and your best friend Rachel have been teaching at NYU for a few years now and the both of you need a load off from it. Rachel suggests that you tag along with her and Nick to Singapore to which you reluctantly do. Although you consider yourself an outsider, you’re welcome by Rachel and Nick’s close friends. However, some of Nick’s family don’t seem too fond of Rachel and you being so chummy with Nick. All but Nick’s cousin, Astrid who comes to your rescue.

Writer’s Note: I’ve been wanted to write a black reader insert forever, since I’m a black woman and don’t really see much of it on here. I wanted to do a fic with one of Gemma Chan’s characters’ and obviously Astrid had to be the first. Crazy Rich Asians was such a great, breathtaking film that I had to write about it. Note, there will be some racism in this fic, because racism still exists, even though a lot of people believe that it’s gone. I thought about how this traditional family such as the Youngs would view an American outsider if she was a woman of color and it will not be pleasant at first.

Warnings: None. I’ll try to make it good I promise, I just wanted to try something different. Please, give me feedback! Hope ya’ll enjoy it!

Word Count: 1,527

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“Singapore?” I ask while blowing off my rather hot blueberry muffin.

Rachel nods with a dazed grin, teeth and all.

“It’s not too early is it?” she asks, “I’m still trying to determine what type of family they are.”

“I’m sure they’ll love you Rach, families can be a bit dysfunctional at time,” I say, retracting my statement immediately. “On second thought, dysfunctional doesn’t even cover it.”

“Maybe,” Rachel says, grinning abruptly. “Maybe my best friend could come with us?”

I nearly choke on the piece of muffin I began chewing.

“Come again?” I ask.

Rachel’s hands reached across the table taking my own while putting on her best pout.

“Please Y/N? I don’t want to go it alone,” she groaned.

“Uh, last time I checked you and Nick were in a relationship. I don’t do open relationships,” I say.

Rachel chuckles, “No, Y/N look when was the last time you used your passport? Wasn’t it that summer in Nice to interview that author for your class?”

“I thought I told you not to bring that up anymore? That was an asshole and didn’t respect the craft, he only cared about money,” I grumbled.

Rachel nods understandably.

“You need a break from this stuffy campus, what have you been doing since classes ended last week?” She asks.

“Grading papers,” I groan, “got down to the last two today–I’m having second thoughts about teaching next semester.”

Rachel gasps dramatically.

“Then who will join me for tea every weekend?” she asks, “who’ll listen to me vent about our current economy and listen to her bestie vent about creating the new cannon of literature.”

Rachel nudges my arm, forcing a smile back on my face.

“Don’t act like you don’t agree with me, I know these kids are sick of reading the same old white dudes as I did.” I say. “I’m close to changing it.”

“You know I’m a hundred percent on board,” Rachel says, “but you need a break, have some real Asian cuisine.”

“Rachel Chu, did you just bash your mother’s cooking skills?” I tease.

Rachel slaps my wrist playfully.

“You and I haven’t had her meals since the semester started and you know it!” She scolds. “All I’m saying is that I know the food will be great, and I’d rather you see for yourself instead of through Instagram.”

“Fine,” I groan in defeat. “I’ll go, but if it turns out like Get Out, I’m out of there.”

Rachel rolls her eyes.

“I won’t let that happen, minority alliance, right?”

She giggles holding her pinkie out. I’m the one rolling my eyes now, but I link my pinkie with her own. This is a chance to get a load off and travel to another place, meet new people. Rachel might be right, for once in a while.

“In speaking of moms’, I need to let her know that I’m spending the summer in Singapore,” I say with a smirk.

“Tell her you’re going to a wedding,” Nick says as he walks up to the table.

He greets Rachel with a kiss prior to coming over to my side.

“Y/N, how’s my favorite English professor?” he chuckles.

I can’t help but laugh at his attempt to suck up.

“I’m the only one you know, but come here anyway,” I say.

Nick grins and hugs me tightly before pulling away.

“We still down for drinks tonight?” he asks Rachel with a grin.

I rise, noticing when the fluff starts as always. It’s cute, too teeth rottenly cute.

“All right, ok I’ll go,” I say, “oh, yeah Nick, how much is a round trip to Singapore anyway?”

Nick doesn’t answer, only chuckles as if I told a joke.

“What?” I ask.

“Y/N, I’m well off to cover it, trust me.”

…

I always knew Nick Young was right for Rachel, but I didn’t expect him to be rich. Insanely rich, there’s a distinction. People I knew back home saved up for regular air bnbs, working class people. I could never imagine something like this.

Nick’s got his own flight attendants who wear these slender, red traditional Chinese dresses, loads of champagne and two beds.

Of course Rachel is now sprawled out on my bed watching Notting Hill.

“Why this movie, this isn’t even his best movie,” I say.

Rachel giggles and rolls back up into a sitting position.

“You’re just mad I didn’t put on a Tom Hiddleston film,” Rachel sneers.

“Hey, it’s not my fault his accent is much better than Hugh Grants,” I say.

Rachel gasps, “you didn’t!”

“I totally did, and here I thought you’d much prefer your boyfriend’s accent,” I say.

“Don’t tell him that,” Rachel jokes, “he won’t let me live it down.”

“Live what down?” Nick asks, holding two glasses of champagne.

Rachel accepts one, and I decline Nick’s offer.

“I’ll pass,” I say, “I’m not really a champagne drinker.”

“That’s ok Y/N,” Nick says, “I think I heard you say my accent is better than Hugh Grants.”

I can’t help but giggle, Rachel rolls her eyes as Nick rumbles with chuckles.

“Yeah, your accent is definitely up there, why didn’t you tell me your family had points with this airline?” I say, “could have saved me the crummy airbnbs I’ve gotten over the years.”

Nick grins again before taking a swig of his champagne.

“My family’s just well off.”

…

Well off my ass.

Nick’s grandmother’s house isn’t a house, it’s a mansion. With butlers, luscious plants;people with sparkling dresses, dapper suits ; and a giant stuffed tiger. Rachel was worried about everyone staring at her, but all eyes stay on me.

Nick already whisked Rachel away to meet his mother, leaving me alone with the silver trays and the wondering stares.

“Hey! You’re Nick’s personal servant, aren’t you!” One guy hollers.

I throw him a look, but say nothing. They might believe any stereotype, wouldn’t want to give them anymore reason to.

“You all right?” someone asks.

I raise a brow and turn towards the voice.

My face burns at the sight of the olive skinned woman; her jet black hair, ruby colored lip stick and a shiny silver dress. Her accent caught me off guard though. British, like Nick’s, but a bit different.

“Hi, ah–”

She smiles and holds her hand out to me.

“Astrid, Astrid Leong,” she says.

I grin, shake her hand firmly and almost forget my own name.

“Y-Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N,” I say.

“That’s a pretty name,” she notes.

I can’t help but blush. This has got to be a dream.

“Thanks, I-I love your earrings,” I say, trying to keep myself from staring too deeply into her eyes.

Astrid steps a bit closer, putting a hand on my arm.

“You sure? you seem a little flustered,” Astrid says.

I nod sharply.

“Y-Yeah, just all of the lights I got to get used to,” I say, playing it off.

Astrid gives me a careful once over before grinning again.

“All right,” she says, “if you need anything let me know, I can play hero for Nick and Rachel’s friend.”

“How’d you know I came with Nick and Rachel?” I ask.

Astrid giggles while rubbing my arm tenderly.

“I’ve been to this house for years Y/N,” Astrid says, “I know the usual guests and no one looks at it in wonder like you do.”

All I can do is nod and be captivated by Astrid’s voice.

“Y-Yeah, great point, Astrid–”

“Astrid!”

Astrid and I both turn toward a man in a purple suit and glasses.

“Cassian’s calling for you, he wants a story before bed,” he says.

Astrid sighs.

“Mother duty calls I suppose, thank you Ollie,” she says before turning to me. “It was a pleasure Y/N, I’ll see you later, yeah?”

I nod and try not to fall as she squeezed my hand and walk away.

“Wow,” I whisper.

Ollie nods.

“Indeed,” he agrees, “I hardly see women fawn over Astrid like that.”

I turn to him.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” I ask.

“Oliver T’sien,” he says, “I’m the eyes and ears around here.”

I keep an eye on him.

“How do you know Astrid?”

“Well, Astrid and I are Nick’s cousins. My family’s not as well off as the Youngs or Leongs’ but we’re still stable,” he explains, “plus I’m just the rainbow sheep of the family, I’ve gotten used to all of the talk, haven’t you?”

I nod, catching onto his words.

“Family drama can be a pain, but instead of the rainbow sheep, I’m more of a pink, purple and blue one,” I say.

Ollie grins.

“All the more scandalous, can I tell you something about Astrid?” he asks. “It’s nothing bad, I swear.”

I nod, he offers an arm and I take it as we walk.

“Sure,” I say.

Ollie leans close to my ear and whispers, “Astrid’s a divorcee, she’s been divorced for the past year now.”

My heart skips a beat, thank God I wasn’t ogling over a married woman.

“I don’t know if Astrid favors the pink, blue and purple like you, but I’d give it a try,” Ollie says.

I’m not sure how I feel about that.

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