#crazy rich asians fanfic

[newcaptainofsquad9]

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. 

#gemma chan #gemma chan x reader #astrid leong #astrid leong x black reader #astrid leong x reader #black reader #black fem reader #black female reader #crazy rich asians #crazy rich asians fanfic #crazy rich asians fanfiction #fanfic #wlw #wlw fic #wlw fanfiction

[kingofangst]

I have been tagged by the dear @thiamsxbitch, Thank you so much💙💙. I did not see this until now. So I will honor it and show what I have.

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fanfics posted on AO3. (Sorted by date posted) If you have less than 10 fics, posted what you have.

Honestly and sadly, I have 8 fanfics of different fandoms. 1 discontinued and the others are on hold due to life being a pain. But I am invested in Teen Wolf, Cobra Kai/Karate Kid, Kimetsu No Yaiba, etc. I have been interested in DC universe but I have never gotten to write for it so I have some WIPs for DCU and many, many WIPs for Teen Wolf and others.

Coup De Grace (Chemin D'Aconit series/Teen Wolf AU)

This is my Teen Wolf AU fanfic that follows the canon divergence but with some changes and altering of the canon events. A rewrite series with OC characters and world building of the supernatural world. Currently 2 chapters, working on chapter 3.

The town of Beacon Hills to any outsider seems to be just your ordinary and hospitable town in California.

At least that is what they assume. But Beacon Hills is not your ordinary town. Not to the eyes of the supernatural that reside in Beacon Hills, or those who know of the supernatural. A dead body split in half by an unknown serial killer, a burned down estate in the preserve that used to belong to a prominent family, the arrival of a powerful hunter clan trying to eradicate the ominous threat, and finally, a sophomore teenager who is bitten by a wolf.

Some Stranger Things have happened in Beacon Hills, one that will shape the lives of Florence and Cassian Saint-Claire, along with their loved ones.

Not a Bully

This is a Cobra Kai oneshot I made regarding a "What If" AU for Anthony and Kenny. The change and path it would have been for the both of them or rather Anthony's behavior.

What if Anthony didn't try to fight Kenny that night? What if he stood up to Zack and his fake friends? What if he helped Kenny instead of bullying him?

Vulnerable (Season 1)

This is a Cobra Kai AU canon divergence fanfic I have and while I haven't update it in a while, it is a fanfic that is still ongoing with 3 chapters and I am drafting the 4th chapter.

Cameron Collins; a privileged, wealthy, socialite teenager who lives in Encino and attends West Valley High. He has what others envy. Perfect grades, a large house, immense wealth, exotic party planner, a famous plastic surgeon father and a brand ambassador for Giorgio Armani. Despite how amazing his lifestyle is, he's not those privileged encino brats who hurt or judge others. He places himself as a normal human being like the rest. But when a new dojo by the name of Cobra Kai opens in The Valley, what will this do to impact Cameron's curiosity and mysterious wonder of the dojo that was banned since 1985?

Awaken

This is actually my first fanfic ever written and the one with the most chapters. While it has been 2 years since updated, I have it's next chapters in drafts .

The mysterious kid who was put in the orphanage as an abandoned child, later to make friends with two others named Kaneda and Tetsuo. The lone kid's name is Hasegawa Nimura but prefers to be called by his first name as he isn't one for formalities. He joins Kaneda's new gang called The Capsules in their juvenile years and Nimura was fine with the situation he was in. But there's alot of things that neither Kaneda or Tetsuo know about their childhood friend. Does Nimura know what he's hiding or is he clueless as the rest of the pack? How long will this air of content keep up with him until it all collapses?

Ominous

A fanfic I based off from Crazy Rich Asians. A combination of thr novel and the movie. I have a thing for old money family and aesthetics regarding upper class status within a aristocracy system. On 2 chapters currently.

The Young Family, a well known family only known by Singapore's elite, as well as Singapore's powerful and meritocratic aristocrat family run it's reins between it's conglomerate corporation and investments. The Shining heir, Nicholas Young was expected to return to Singapore after his 6 months abroad after he graduated from Oxford University. Instead he remained away from home beyond the 6 months. Now Andrew Young, younger brother of Nick Young, is doing many steps in keeping the family business strong, as well as being the COO of the giant corporation empire and chairman of his own investment firm while helping his CEO and engineer father be able to take some time for himself. Yet, he still faces issues of reality, and is often overlooked in society. Yet what could be keeping Nicky away from home? And what issues could Andrew be facing that he refuses to bring up?

Collison

During my Ajin Phase when I was reading the Manga. I created an OC being the son of a Japanese government minister who is in between the war of Ajins and Humans.

The world is currently on the topic of Ajins. 46 identified Ajins around the world and two in Japan. The 2 Ajins are under surveillance by the Japanese government and away from society. But what happens when the truth comes out? How long will humanity continue to play chess until it takes one bad day to reverse the board on them?

How is Tokui Ishino, son of the Japanese Minister of Health, Labor, and Welfare willing to break through the dystopian chaos that will run amok?

Unravel

I have a passion for Demon Slayer (Kimetsu No Yaiba), it is one of my favorite anime/manga series. While it has been a while since I last updated it, that doesn't mean it is discontinued.

As leaders of the Demon Slayer Corps, the Ubuyashiki clan is known to lead the demon slayers with benevolence, composure, skill, pride, and determination to protect the lives of the innocent from the monstrous creatures called demons. And while this tradition has continued for century after century, what happens when one Ubuyashiki member, Kazuya, follows a different path? A path of his own agenda.

Toxic Revenge (Discontinued)

This is a BNHA fanfic that I have discontinued. No longer working on the series due to getting writers block on constructing the next chapters and phase for this story. May get a rewrite.

Suzumebachi Ronin, a underground villain who works as a spy and informant of Japan's most powerful villain with a terrifying quirk. With Sensei choosing his successor and the rise of the League of Villains, Suzumebachi now stands with his leader to bring the hero society down to it's knees and create a new era.

But Suzumebachi also has a few agendas of his own as a loyal villain to sensei.

Ho Pressure Tags! @rhyslahey @ksbbb @amatchinwater @thiamblogger @chasing-chimeras @ahscotty

#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #cobra kai fanfic #Akira fanfic #Crazy Rich Asians fanfic #kny fanfic #ajin demi human #ajin fanfic #bnha fanfiction #multi fandom #fanfic #teen wolf aesthetic

[dreamyfanfix]

(WIP) The Crazy Rich Viscount Who Loved Me

Kate Sharma and Anthony Bridgerton used to date but Anthony's mother, Violet Bridgerton, was not a fan because of their different social classes... OR A story that has a Crazy Rich Asians inspo.

Also, I think in real life Kate has to be 27 to be a solicitor but I already set out these ages before I fully researched that so let's just say she is extra smart and capable.

Chapter 1: Sharmas Vs The Rich

Chapter 2: It Shouldn't Hurt

Chapter 3: Now What's Next?

Chapter 4: Understanding is All We Need

Chapter 5: Long Gone But Not Moved On

Chapter 6: Strength is For The Weak

#anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony fanfic #kanthony #kate x anthony #kathani sharma #kathony #the viscount who loved me #anthony x kate #crazy rich asians #the crazy rich viscount who loved me

[btschooseafic]

Hi everyone!

Someone was asking if I knew of any similar fics to this https://www.tumblr.com/kooktrash/737246965890498560/million-dollar-darling-jeon-jungkook?source=share

I haven't read it and I can't think of any off the top of my head, so pls comment if you know anything!

Tags are jungkook x model!reader (female), light enemies to lovers, old money, smut, inspired by crazy rich asians

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic recs #enemies to lovers #old money au #model au #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #smut #crazy rich asians #crazy rich asians au

[bluemoose86]

What if I just…posted the snippets of fanfics I wrote while hyperfixating that will likely never be finished

#it would only be like #five #BUT WHAT IF?? #here are the subjects #rachel x astrid #crazy rich asians #Pipabeth #PJO #hoo #specifically velinxi’s young gods au bc it’s *chef’s kiss* #little bit of #Toni shalifoe #the wilds amazon prime #in there as well #although I don’t think it does her Justice tbh #fanifc #fanfiction #fanfic snippet

[la-muerta]

Title: Just Say “I Do”

Fandoms: Shadowhunters (TV), Crazy Rich Asians AU

Warnings: Rated E. 

Relationships: Alec Lightwood x Magnus Bane, Aline Penhallow x Helen Blackthorn

Words: 3,411/?

Chapters: 1 of 8

Summary: Magnus Bane needs to get married quickly to get his father off his back and fulfil the conditions that will allow him to keep his inheritance. But in hindsight, proposing to his one-night stand from the bar last night might not have been the brightest idea.

#malec fanfic #shadowhunters fanfic #malec #shadowhunters #SH crazy rich asians AU #it was supposed to be Crazy Rich Downworlders but this happened instead #yes I'm writing two fics at the same time #fic promo #I wrote a thing #self-control who I don't know them

[hereforamediocretimenotalongtime]

guess who made gay eleanor young crack fic

its me, i made gay eleanor young crack fic

its rated t

#crazy rich asians #eleanor young #jacqueline ling #philip young #michelle yeoh #this is purely self indulgent #like theres no reason for this to exist other than for my enjoyment #fanfic

[vermillioncrown]

Re: your follow up post, ig. I’m second gen ish Taiwanese American, aspec, and gender wobbly (she/they, I think?? Still working on that bit). I’ve always felt on the lines between categories. Not really this, not really that. Close enough to be perceived as a thing, but not really. I love dbd for the entertainment value, ofc. But what makes it the best of best, imo, is that you do put so much thought in the dialogue, and that dbd is so intensely relatable in ways I don’t usually see. Thank you.

not really this, not really that. not allowed a voice, being told to go away, this is not for you. nothing is for you. oh, hmm... you belong over there, told x2

(let's not get into the 'degree' of chinese-ness, too with the contention between taiwanese vs mainland vs hk, and then for mainland we have our own bs. you'll never be a thing. you're expected to embrace that freedom, the lack of 'leash', the individuality as an american. but of course, you're never american enough, either.)

i love all the readers of dbd, and of course with all things we have favorites. there is a special place in my heart for the ones that reach out and tell me that i wrote something that connected with them. not to be petty and catty - but because i've spent my years seeking those connections and not finding them - you'll be hard pressed to find something like dbd (~ she's not like other girls~ kidding but not kidding)

and for me...

it's like coming home, to know i'm not alone out there. so thank you for reading 🥰

#inquiry #Anonymous #feeling kinda emotional bc i watched a v good video essay on crazy rich asians lol #you caught me at a vulnerable time #representation does not have to be the aim of a story. but that's if we take all stories out there in a vacuum without context #like each fanfic i read w oc's and si's can stand on their own as stories of their own merit #but all together - in the near two decades of me reading fanfics #i can count on one hand the fics where the characters and motives didn't have to be scrutinized through the Complex Assimilation Algorithm #even for stuff that's not western. i stuck with mostly western things and tried not to think about it #with mdzs the pro is that it felt like certain concepts and perspectives could finally be voiced and were given names #and the con is. well. people misunderstanding that. #unwillingness to listen and empathize; even though people like you and me have probably been forced to do the same all our lives #lol idk i'm def feeling hard about this #like when someone gets something so wrong in an anime-based fic i just 'lol bye' #but in mdzs fics i just... it feels bitter and painful and spite-inducing #this is not like how anime got popularized. you sought this out. you went out of your way. #and you have the audacity to not respect that it's not gonna fit your worldview; refuse to adapt your perspective? #be it malice or ignorance #it's like being pelted with stones all your life #i encourage people to approach media (not just fanfic; all media) with a slower pace. reserve judgment. keep in mind context. #it makes the experience richer

[darningxlia]

Gossip Girl x Crazy Rich Asians

Been thinking of writing a Nate Archibald x fem o/c fanfic.

Don’t know tho... 

#gossip girl #crazy rich asians #fanfic

[fisheshavegill]

--- Crazy Rich Asians.

「 ✦ CRA ✦ 」

sunghoon fanfic! fem reader!

" its not my job to make you feel like a man, i can't make you something you're not "

word count : 2.1k

no proof read

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The Park Family was widely known for their lavish lifestyle, grandeur mansions, and a fleet of luxury cars that would make anyone envious. They were considered to be one of the most prestigious families in the entire country. However, despite their perfect appearance, some rumors were circulating about their family that were quite controversial. Despite the neatly ironed curtains and immaculate gardens that surrounded their mansions, there were whispers of deceit, betrayal, and scandal that lurked behind their opulent lifestyle. What was going on behind closed doors was anyone's guess, but it was clear that there was more to the Park Family than met the eye.

CURRENT TIME

Screaming and then proceeded to throw a flower vase.

After a few moments of throwing various items on the floor in a fit of frustration, you began to feel winded and paused to catch your breath.

You stood there, panting heavily, noticing movement out of the corner of your eye and turned to see two of the maids peering at you through the small gap in the partially closed door.

Their eyes widened in surprise as you locked gazes with them.

The fear in their faces as they realized they had been caught spying on you. Without a word, they quickly turned and scurried away, leaving you alone in the now-quiet room.

As they stormed out of the room, you slammed the door shut with a loud bang. The only witnesses to this scene were the maids, who stood their peering to you earlier, unsure of what to do or say.

The maids were now busy working downstairs, cleaning and cooking the kitchen for their owner’s lunch. As they worked, they engaged in a conversation about their owner’s wife, Mrs. Park. One of the maids curiously asked, "What's been happening with Mrs. Park lately?" The other maid, who was chopping some fresh carrots, replied, "I heard a rumor that she saw a leaked photo of Mr. Park sleeping with another woman while he was on a business trip." 

The head maid overheard their conversation while she was inspecting the house and immediately intervened. She scolded the maids and reminded them of their duties. She warned them that their laziness and idle talk could cost them their jobs. She was a strict disciplinarian and expected her staff to uphold the highest standards of professionalism. 

The two maids quickly returned to their duties, one mopping the kitchen floor while the other continued to chop the vegetables. The head maid kept a watchful eye on her staff, ensuring that they performed their duties to the best of their abilities.

The head maid, is an elderly woman who has been with the Park family for decades. She started working for them when Mr. Park Sunghoon was just a baby and has since then become a trusted and loyal member of the family. With her extensive experience, she has become an invaluable asset to the household, where she oversees the smooth running of the daily activities.

However, due to some reason, Mr. Park Sunghoon had requested that the head maid be transferred to his house. It is not clear what prompted this request, but it is believed that he wanted her to oversee the daily running of his house and his ‘wife’. Despite the move, the head maid continues to be a highly respected and valued member of the Park family.

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SUNGHOON’S POV 

Seated at a long glass table with his employees, he listened as they discussed their company's upcoming plans. However, he couldn't help feeling bored as the conversation revolved around collaborating with other brands, something he strongly despises. 

His tired eyes drifted towards the window where he gazed at the bustling streets and towering buildings of the city. He let out a deep, tired sigh, feeling drained by the conversation with a disinterested expression on his face, he picked up his glass of champagne and slowly made his way towards the door, that signaled the employees that he expects the team to revisit the plan and make necessary revisions as quickly as possible.

 The way he closes the door conveyed a strong sense of disappointment, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that he was not satisfied with the outcome of the meeting.

As Sunghoon walks swiftly, his secretary rushes to catch up with him, panting slightly. The secretary takes a deep breath  "Mr. Park, I'm sorry to inform you that your head maid has called multiple times during the meeting."

Sunghoon stops walking abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise and frustration. He turns to his secretary, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I thought it wasn't urgent." The secretary stammers 

Sunghoon shakes his head in disbelief and reaches out his hand, , "Give me my phone." The secretary quickly retrieves it from her pocket and hands it over to Sunghoon.

It was a rare occurrence to witness the head maid calling. However, whenever she did, it was an indication that something serious was happening in the house.  He hurriedly  started walking back to his office, all the while trying to reach the head maid on the phone. Despite his attempts, the head maid remained unresponsive. 

As he sinks into his black leather desk chair, his frustration mounts with each unsuccessful redial of the head maid's number. Despite his efforts, the call won't connect. Under his breath, he mutters a string of expletives, his irritation palpable.

As Mr. Park was sitting in his office, his secretary was quietly shuffling papers in the corner. Suddenly, he looked up at her  "Please reschedule everything today and move it by tomorrow." He then finished the last sip of his champagne and left the office.

As he stepped out of the building, he squinted his eyes for a few seconds before noticing his car had arrived. He walked towards the service driver, who was already standing next to the vehicle.  While thanking the driver for delivering his car.  He firmly stated that he would be driving, eager to take control of the vehicle himself. The driver handed over the keys, and he quickly got into the car, buckling up his seatbelt and starting the engine. 

As he drove down the winding road towards his mansion, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was finally back home. With one hand on the steering wheel, he frantically dialed the number of the head maid, hoping to catch up on whats happening. The other hand nervously tapped against the car's leather interior.

The drive wasn't long, but it felt like an eternity to him. Finally, he arrived at his exquisite mansion, which stood tall and proud amidst the lush greenery of the surrounding garden. He parked his car near the entrance and stepped out, taking in the fresh scent of the blooming flowers and the cool breeze that rustled through the trees.

As he approached the front door, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the last time he had been here. It had been weeks since he had set foot in his own home.  The scent of the house felt so surreal for him because he hadn't come home yet ever since he went on a business trip. 

As he made his way towards the colossal doors, he couldn't help but observe the gloomy atmosphere of the house. The emptiness of the space was palpable and the silence was deafening. However, amidst the eerie stillness, he suddenly heard the distinct sound of keys clacking and female whispers that seemed to be discussing how they were going to open the door. 

The head maid was nowhere to be found. But just in the right time he saw her walking down the stairs towards him. 

“Long time no see, Sunghoon,” the head maid said with a deep bow.

“Why weren’t you picking up the phone?” Sunghoon asked, raising his eyebrows in frustration.

“My apologies, I must have left it somewhere,” the head maid replied, looking around nervously.

“So, what brings me here then?” Sunghoon asked, trying to control his temper.

“Your wife,” the head maid replied, her voice hushed.

Sunghoon's face contorted with anger. "What happened to her?" he demanded to know.

“She has locked herself in the bedroom since lunchtime and she hasn’t been eating for the past few days,” the head maid explained, her tone concerned.

“I suppose that you have the keys to it,” Sunghoon said, trying to remain calm.

“I don't. She must have kept it in her hands,” the head maid replied with a shrug, sensing Sunghoon's frustration.

Sunghoon deeply sighed in frustration and put his palm to his forehead. He went upstairs and moved out the two maids who had been trying to find the right keys for hours. He knew that his wife was going through a tough time, but his impatience was getting the best of him. He deeply sighed before knocking on the door.

“Love, it’s me, Sunghoon. Open the door, please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded as he knocked on the door repeatedly.

He waited for a response but still heard nothing. So he repetitively knocked on the door and kept calling his wife on the phone with his other hand.

Sunghoon  in question was known for his exceedingly brief fuse, a characteristic that had been observed by the household staff to be progressively deteriorating. It was evident that his temper was getting worse as he grows up, as all the housemaids could sense Sunghoon's fury even from a distance when his wife wasn’t replying. The tense atmosphere in the household was palpable, and it seemed that everyone was walking on eggshells, afraid to set him off.

Without any hesitation, Sunghoon mustered all his strength and threw his shoulder into the locked door.

But no matter how hard he pushed, it just wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he stepped back to assess the situation. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to take a different approach. He used all his leg strength to deliver multiple kicks.

The door creaked and groaned under the force, but it soon gave way.

Despite the loud noise, no one came to stop him. After all, it was his house and he had every right to do as he pleased. 

As he opened the door to the room, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him.

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the spacious room as he looked down to see pieces of glass scattered all over the polished marble floor.

He couldn't help but wonder what had happened in the room. As he inspected the whole room, he noticed that you were nowhere to be seen. However, the sound of running water caught his attention, and he realized that you must be in the bathroom.

He quickly made his way towards the bathroom, pushing aside broken glass that crunched beneath his feet. The maids followed him cautiously. Reaching the bathroom door, he found it closed. Without wasting any time, he knocked gently on the door, hoping you would answer. As he waited for a response, he let out a sigh, still trying to piece together what had happened.

As he stood outside the bathroom door, "Love, it's me, Sunghoon." He waited for an answer but didn't get any response. After 5 seconds of silence, he opened the door. There, he found you sitting on the bathroom floor, with the shower head pouring cold water over you. The maids, including the head maid, who were present in the room, were in shock at the sight of you.

Without wasting any time, Sunghoon sprang into action and swiftly turned off the running water. He carefully checked your pulse to see if there were any signs of life.

Upon discovering that you were still alive. In a calm and steady voice, he informed the maid that you had fainted but were still breathing. "Please call emergency services right away," he said, gesturing towards the door. The maid nodded and immediately left to make the call. Sunghoon remained by your side, , as he waited for the help to arrive.

Sunghoon lifted you up in his arms and carried you to the other room. As he walked through the space, his attention was drawn to the state of the room you shared together. He couldn't help but notice the mess that you accumulated, with clothes, books, and other items scattered all over the place.

...... TO BE CONTINUED  .....

this was all written for three hours so yk i was kinda rushing AHHAHAHHA

++ made a few edits because i reread this story and the ending kinda made me feel ehhhh

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Continuation - C.R.A II

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enha #sunghoon #park sunghoon #enha sunghoon #fanfic #fantasy

[jomiddlemarch]

9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @iamstartraveller776 Thank you so much 🥰

Last Song: Theme to Star Trek: Into Darkness, as played by my daughters' youth wind ensemble. Live music, y'all!

Favorite Color: Yellow.

Last film/show: Rewatched The Lord of the Rings series and Crazy Rich Asians over the past week. Watching Abbott Elementary and The Power.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Probably savory then sweet then spicy, though I like them all. Spicy does not always like me back.

Last thing I googled: Star Trek movies in order.

Last Book: The Perfect Rake is ongoing. I just finished Flight of The Sparrow.

Relationship status: Married for 24 years this summer, together for 29 years.

Current Obsession(s): I'm pretty into writing fanfic, Dramione right now, and making sure our democracy survives the next election cycle.

Tagging: @fericita-s @theburnbarreljester @tessa-quayle @tortoisesshells @sagiow @trulybetty @kivrin @daisyyydaisyyydaisyyy @vesperass-anuna @artielu @4everships @aquitainequeen and anyone else who feels like playing!

#about me #vote blue #trekkie #mom of Tumblr #Gen X on Tumblr

[newcaptainofsquad9]

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

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I have literally been fantasizing about a Crazy Rich Asians AU and an ATLA AU where Draco Malfoy is the love interest character! For days if not weeks!

Once I get the motivation to put my ideas on paper, I have to share them! Writing a fully-fledged fanfic seems hard though :(

#draco malfoy #crazy rich asians #avatar the last airbender #atla #harry potter au #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy as the love interest #harry potter fanfiction

[blazingorchid]

WHAT IS UR FAVORITE:

NOVEL

SHOW

MOVIE

MANGA

FANFIC

FOOD

COLOR

AND ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO MENTION

HELLO ANON! Can I just say it tickles me pink to see this 😭

It is soooo hard to pick favorites since I love so much stuff 😭 but I’m gonna try!

Novel: a really old series, but I recently reread the first collection again—Night World! Same Author as Vampire Diaries I believe.

Show: Bridgerton! I am so stoked for season three! I’m turning into a feral animal at all the promos that have been released lately!

Movie: Crazy Rich Asians comes to mind first, but I also love an older movie called Flipped! Also, In The Heights when thinking about musicals ✨

Manga: Fruits Basket was my first and will always have a very special place in my heart, and Ouran High School Host Club ✨ (the anime is one of my favs too but the manga goes so much more in depth of their characters)

—Anime: One Piece! Recently, I have fallen in love with Apothecary Diaries

Fanfics: Gosh, you’re asking someone who has been reading them for over a decade. I have a lot of favorites all across fandoms- but two of my most recent:

Both authors are amazing and have other fics that I’m nuts about!

Food: Steak! 🤣

Color: Pink and Red!

Anything else: Uummmm I am so bad about talking about myself 😅 but this was so fun! Thank you!

#thank you #ask me anything #teen titans #one piece #the apothecary diaries #fruits basket #ouran high school host club #night world #blazingorchid answers

[chocochipbiscuit]

hellmouth diner & fraud squad? :)

OKAY SO.

The Hellmouth Diner idea is loosely based off reading Gil's All Fright Diner and thinking about so many of the vibes I loved (and the things I disliked) and how much better it would have been with lesbians. Then it morphed!

Nutshell synopsis: Butch werewolf rolls into a 24-hour Chinese take-out/diner that's unfortunately situated over a hellmouth. The manager's a manic vampire who was turned sometime in the 1800s and been helping her family run the restaurant ever since.

A group of cultists and/or monster-hunters (not sure which) try attacking the diner, and events unfold!

Here are a few choice lines:

On how the werewolf became a lycanthrope:

“I accidentally drank from a dude’s water bottle at the gym and he freaked. Turns out that lycanthropy’s like herpes. Instead of cold sores, I caught being a werewolf. He tried inviting me into his pack, but they were all ‘bros, bros, bros!’ and I just couldn’t deal.”

And on why the diner is such a weirdness magnet:

Realities layered like paper, the hellmouth both a staple and a puncture. It pierced the boundaries, but also held them tight.

As for The Fraud Squad... I fully admit this was absolute brain candy for me and that there's room for more nuanced criticism, but I had fun and sometimes I just want the candy! :P

The actual book: The Fraud Squad is Crazy Rich Asians x The Devil Wears Prada, set in Singapore. Working-class Samantha Song wants to write for a prestigious style magazine, and with the help of her wealthy socialite friends Anya Chen and Timothy Kingston, she infiltrates the high-level parties and starts using her new social connections to get closer to her goal.

The actual fanfic: this is a hatemance between Anya (who had all of one breezy line saying she couldn't stand heterosexual drama) and one of Sam's college friends, a lawyer named Raina. They don't actually interact at all in the book, but I just latched on to them because...sometimes the heart wants what it wants! And sometimes I just want to write F/F!

#choco answers #sioirsebhan #choco writes #at the risk of sounding super defensive about my brain candy: #sometimes I just want to read a goofy romp! #sometimes I just want a story laden with familiar tropes #but that actually show POC and are set in non-USian cities #I have never been to Singapore and have no idea how true (or not) the depictions are #but sometimes....the brain just wants candy!

[bluemoose86]

Rachel x Astrid Snippet

*Not my gif*

Pairing: Rachel Chu/Astrid Leong

Summary: What if Rachel ran into Astrid while trying to leave the wedding?

Inspired by my Rachel x Astrid brain rot and my question of how tf did she get to Peik Lin’s house. She didn’t drive herself to the wedding, Peik Lin obviously wasn’t there, and she didn’t see Oliver at all. I guess she could have Uber’d or something but it’s much more fun to imagine she ran into Astrid and she gave her a ride there

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, hurt/comfort (I didn’t really get into the comfort though)

Word count: 640

DISCLAIMER: This is an unfinished fic. I may continue it in the future if the urge hits me, but as of now, I have no plans to do that. Anything written in brackets [like this] is not part of the story itself, but necessary context.

✨Read Below!✨

[Rachel’s POV. This is during the wedding, just after Eleanor showed Rachel the PI’s photographs.]

Her heartbeat roars in her ears. Everyone is screaming. Laughing. Laughing at her. They’re always laughing at her. She can feel it pressing in on her, crushing her under the weight of their expectations, forcing the air from her lungs. She wades through the crowd, desperately searching for an empty corner or an exit or something because if she doesn’t get out of here right now she will suffocate to death.

She pushes past a clump of people and comes face-to-face with Eddie. He says something. She can’t understand a single word. But she understands when he laughs in her face, and when the others around them join in. She stumbles in a different direction because she can feel her mask starting to crumble and the tears starting to fall, and she refuses to let them know they finally won.

The giant fans at the edge of the dance floor catch Rachel’s eye. There. She shoves some guy out of her way, beelining for the empty space, when Bernard comes crashing through with his pants at his ankles and his hands all over Alistair’s actress girlfriend. The piranhas descend, laughing and pointing while the photographers snap as many pictures as they can before Bernard hobbles off. Rachel backs away, trying to leave the way she came, but she’s caught in their net. A minnow in a sea full of sharks.

The tears are welling up faster than she can choke them down, and Rachel knows she can’t keep this up much longer. A narrow path opens, and she barely hesitates before she elbows her way through. A glass shatters behind her. She can’t afford to stop and look. Further and further she swims, but the sharks seem to multiply instead of thinning. She nearly runs into Auntie Alix and Auntie Felicity. They laugh at her the same way Eddie did, and she wants to be hurt, but she can’t even bring herself to feel surprised.

Shoving past them, Rachel all but sprints for the empty space she can see up ahead. A sob falls from her lips before she can stop it. She bumps into someone else—this time a woman in a bright pink dress—but doesn’t bother to apologize. Wait—pink dress?

“Rachel?”

She freezes. Astrid’s voice is as soft as ever, but it cuts through the chaos like an answered prayer. Rachel turns towards her, and the rest of the world falls silent. Astrid’s dark brown eyes are filled with concern, her face creased into the same worried expression she’d worn at Araminta’s bachelorette party. That time, Rachel had been able to keep herself together. She picked herself up and put on a brave face so none of Araminta’s idiotic friends would know how rattled she was. But now, staring at probably the only person at this entire wedding she can actually stand to be around, she can’t hold back the flood any longer.

Rachel bursts into tears and buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God,” Astrid says, wrapping her arms around her shoulders. “Okay. Come on, Rachel. Let’s get you somewhere quiet.”

Astrid leads her away from the party until the screams and cheers fade to a dull roar. 

[Astrid sits Rachel down somewhere quieter. Rachel cries for a bit before she realizes what a mess she’s making.]

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” she says. She leans back from Astrid, hurriedly wiping her face. Her fingers come away stained with mascara, mimicking the blackened tear streaks on Astrid’s pink dress. 

Astrid’s frown deepens. “What?”

Rachel gestures vaguely at the ruined fabric. “Your dress.” The words come out shakier than she would like. She clears her throat, trying to steel herself. “God, I’m sorry, I—”

“Don’t worry about that,” Astrid interrupts. Her satin voice is still gentle, but firm enough to know that this was not an argument Rachel would be able to win. She reaches for Rachel’s hand, twining their fingers together. “Please. It’s all right, I promise.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! If I write anymore, I’ll add it onto here.

#god that gif makes me want to start writing again fr #THAT LOOK #crazy rich asians #cra #rachel chu #Astrid Leong #constance wu #gemma chan #rachel x astrid #astrid x rachel #fanfic #fic snippet #wlw ships