was allchinamade.

unpacking   wasn’t   something   he   enjoyed   doing.   he   hated   the   fact   that   the   temptations   to   buy   something   new   was   there   which   left   him   with   more   stuff   than   he   initially   left   with.   he   laid   on   the   couch,   eyes   glued   to   his   phone   as   he   continued   to   scroll   through   instagram   before   waiting   for   the   other   to   call   him.   the   two   have   been   extremely   busy   and   although   he’s   tempted   to   bombard   them   with   messages   he   didn’t.   he   instantly   accepted   the   facetime   from   the   other   and   found   himself   smiling.   “hey,   i   just   got   home.”   he   grinned   looking   back   at   the   other.   “want   to   come   and   unpack   for   me?"   

heart dropped   the   moment   her   eyes   connected   with   the   other.   she   never   thought   that   she   would   see   them   again.   once   she   snapped   out   of   it,   heels   turned   around   abandoning   the   coffee   she   was   waiting   for.   she   wondered   with   they   noticed   her   or   maybe   she   was   just   seeing   things.   when   she   has   no   choice   but   to   stop   at   a   crosswalk   she   looked   over   her   shoulder   to   see   the   other.   “look   i’m   not   sure   why   you’re   following   me   but   can   i   help   you   with   something?”   she   questioned.   

i’ve been away for a long time, but now i’m back and there a few specific plots that i would like to write for my muses, take a look and LIKE this post if like any of them. for those of you who don’t know, my blog is centered around the chinese mafia and it’s members, i have a lot of information about everything in my blog so check it out if you want! keep in mind that like DEEP AND WELL DEVELOPED PLOTS, so don’t like this if you don’t plan on actually plotting nor if you’re solely because of their faces and not because you’re interested in writing with me.

i’ve been away for a long time, but now i’m back and there a few specific plots that i would like to write for my muses, take a look and LIKE this post if like any of them. for those of you who don’t know, my blog is centered around the chinese mafia and it’s members, i have a lot of information about everything in my blog so check it out if you want! keep in mind that like DEEP AND WELL DEVELOPED PLOTS, so don’t like this if you don’t plan on actually plotting nor if you’re solely because of their faces and not because you’re interested in writing with me.

S E N D  “ stare “ for longingly staring at mine from across the room —                                                                                           meme // accepting.

This wasn’t something Mei was expecting. To wind up pregnant, nor to be pounding on the door to the asshole of an ex that put her in this situation. She was screaming his name with each impact her closed fist made with the door until it finally swung open, tears streaming her face. Frustration, fear. Only it wasn’t him that answered. It was his brother. Somehow, she found herself in his embrace, sobbing and at a loss for words as she felt him pressing a kiss to her head. Her hands gripped onto the back of his shirt as her tears kept rolling, body trembling at this point. She needed comfort in any way that she could get it, and this sure as hell beat anything she had received previously. That kiss on her head almost made her lose it even further. “I’m—I’m pregnant. Because of that asshole. What am I supposed to do, huh? Pregnant!” She released him only to place her hands over her mouth, unable to halt the emotions that wracked her frame. Surely this was all some kind of nightmare. Not now. Not with him.

          Most people wouldn’t have expected Naël to spend his time at these street races, but he loves the scenery with all the expensive car — ones he’ll never be able to afford himself — and the excitement flowing through the air. He usually just socialises with people he barely knows, but as he often tends to come here, he did manage to make a few friends here and there, so when one offered him to join him and his friends, he was quick to nod his head. With a drink in his hand, he follows the guy to a pretty large group of people and he’s a bit taken back as a stranger instantly speaks to him, but it only takes him a second to offer the other a lazy grin as he remembers he’s the one who won the race earlier. “I did. You did great out there.” He then holds up his beer. “Congrats, man.”

underground parties, events, anything really, were the bane of sunny’s entire existence. but there was something about street races that had him strung along by the nose, weak to any passing invitation of a potential race during late nights. the flashy cars, bright lights, hum of the engine, wheels sparking on asphalt – it was all so artistic, beautiful in a sort of mechanical way. and here he was, dragged along by one of his friends who had invited him to the race, still caught in the bubble-like dream-state he was in during that night’s race. he didn’t even notice all of the booze and other (rather illegal) substances until he was sitting right next to someone who smelled quite strongly of the stuff. half-caught in his dreamlike state, he nods twice after a half a minute had passed. “mm….yeah! cool shit, y’know? don’t go to street races and stuff that often but they’re so badass. and gorgeous.” slowly growing alert, he turns to face the stranger with his hands out, mimicking his voice. “I really envy the drivers! I can barely drive my own car properly and yet they can do – do – do all of that!”

          sneaking around has become second nature for marco when it comes to his father— the man didn’t approve of half the world’s population, if you asked him. things have gotten easier with university, if somewhat; the business mogul couldn’t care less what marco did as long as his grades were up to standard and he wasn’t defaming their family name. his relationship with tai is.. an interesting one, but something that the boy has never cared to look deeper into. there was no need— as far as he was aware, boys were content with this arrangement. 

“ you know this time of year is bad for me, ” he mumbles, draped lazily over a pillow, drifting in a lulled, almost sleepy state. tai might not know the details but marco made him well aware what new year’s was like for him. it took too much to even get out of bed sometimes. 

rolling over, the heir drapes an arm over the other’s bare hip, face nuzzling into the space against his throat to lay little kisses along warm skin. it’s nice, being able to be true to his own desires— even if it’s a brief stint or two a month at times.

“ i’m here now though, hm ? greeting you for the new year. ”

          fooling around with huo shuijiao had originally been a way to get back at his dear aunt and uncle when he was younger. a way to have some fun, all the while knowing if they found out the couple would have all but exploded. the enormity of his desire grew however, and even after having left that household he keeps in touch with the heir and visits regularly. 

the invitation had come as a bit of a surprise, yet juno readily accepted after a day’s contemplation. his staff, his dear kittens, deserve a break and so he has closed his hotel for the week. shuijiao knows of both juno’s businesses— in fact, juno has told him before that he and his brothers are always welcome. 

“ you know i’m quite busy, ” he sighs, arms draped over the younger’s shoulders. fingers heavy with rings play with soft hair, twirling it lightly. As he speaks, juno leans forward, stealing a kiss from his long-time lover. “ business has been booming and you know how some of these men can get. if i close too often, they might riot. " 

” but i might be able to make an exception for you. “ the grin he offers is all teeth— predatory. ” you just have to make it worth my while. “

“You know something bad is going to end up happening to you eventually, right?”  There’s a pained smile gracing Daejung’s features as he grimaces towards the other male; the heat and pain radiating through his entire body as he plopped down to sit near the other.

“But–how can I thank you for it?  Not that I condone you doing this..”