#3movements chatter

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wip technically thursday I guess?

from chapter 6 of theory 101

“You really love me, huh,” Macau interrupts, and that is. What? “You’re literally obsessed with me, oh my god.”

Chay has to be dreaming. 

Macau’s chest is happily vibrating with laughter as he starts rocking side to side with Chay’s taller, dead-weight body crushed into him, and Chay has to be dreaming.

“Yeah, you love me a lot,” Macau murmurs, somehow squeezing Chay even tighter. “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much, P’Chay.”

He wants to be wanted. And he wants you. Us.

Fucking Kim. He’s always right.

“And you’ve loved me for that long, too…”

Oh, god. Chay can’t breathe.

Like, literally can’t breathe.

He slaps Macau gently on the back and wheezes out as much with the little air he can pull in, but Macau just nuzzles his cheek and loosens his hold just enough that Chay can gasp for breath.

And desperately try to grasp for something to justify the fact that he’s been holding in all this anguish for ages for… for no actual reason. 

Because Macau is happy.

“That’s not the worst of it!” Chay says, because he’s a stupid idiot of a fool with a dumb point to prove.

“Then tell me,” Macau says, and proceeds to sniff Chay’s cheek again.

“I– I, um, I…” oh, god, Chay is about to go there. “I’m so possessive and jealous that I have a whole plan for how to keep you like… literally, like…”

“Hmm?”

Chay finally gets control of his body enough to try and shrug Macau away.

But Macau doesn’t budge a single freaking centimeter, and on a regular day Chay appreciates the attention Macau pays to his physical fitness, but right now it’s just frustrating as hell because Chay can’t shake him off at all.

Well fine then. Fine! If Macau wants to know so bad, fine!

“Fine! Okay, Macau, you freaking win! So are you ready, are you sure you wanna know?! Cause you better be sure!”

Macau’s hand comes up to gently pet the back of Chay’s head, and the touch has Chay settling into the only space that will let him say this.

His body steadies, relaxes, and his hands stroke up Macau’s back, fingertips pressing into his spine.

“You’re mine, Macau,” Chay says, and Macau’s breath hitches as he stills. “And when I say that you’re mine, I mean that you belong to me. Only to me. And belonging to me means that everything you are? You give over to me.” Macau’s breathing has stopped almost entirely, but he’s still listening, still present, even as his grip on Chay loosens just a little. “Because you’re mine, I want to keep you close and safe; the only other person you should ever even see is P’Kim. No one gets to see you, touch you, and I’ll make sure of that. You won’t have a choice, because I own you. All of your choices are mine.”

Macau is trembling, and Chay smoothes his palms over the contours of his back to soothe him, and wishes he could be a better person.

“And I’m not saying any of that lightly,” Chay continues, because if Macau wants to know? Then he needs to know it all. “I have it all mapped out, how to take you and keep you, keep you comfortable and happy in a collar around your throat, chained up so you can’t leave us, leave me, ever, because you belong–”

“P’Chay…” Macau whimpers, but he’s pulling Chay in, fingers tightly gripping his hair as he buries his face into Chay’s neck.

He’s crying.

“I told you–” Chay whispers, choked, hands slipping from Macau’s body as cracks form between the pores of his skin, all of him shattering.

Macau lets out a strangled sound, squeezing Chay against him yet again, and oh.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, because Macau’s dick is hard against Chay’s hip, and Chay is so disoriented by that fact that all he can do is stand frozen like a useless moron.

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have decided to let the story write itself and just reference the ideas i had in the outline because tbh? this has me by the balls and i'm way more likely to actually sit down and write if i don't feel like i have to follow a plan

that's not usually the case, but this time it is. and i'm finding anyway that my mind is recalling things i didn't even know i remember thematically from the previous installments, so that's lifting some continuity anxiety as well

i popped out under 100 words in a sprint when i was trying so hard to keep to The Plan, but when i let it fly? 386

i used to be such a Plan writer, but i think that just isn't the case anymore

ANYWAY still hopeful i won't spend like 50k words to write the span of 2 days again lmao but that's about the only fr goal i'm setting atm

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for anyone interested, instead of actually writing i did the hard thing of coming up with the title for installment 3 - chay's pov

Music Theory 101: Pi(chaya) Classes and Chords

it took me like an hour wtf. i know nothing about music theory so i hope zero people are offended at my lack of knowing squat

tentative summary also below the cut and i guess with this i'll get ready for bed and try to convince myself to sleep

Chay maybe isn’t the best at love, considering that he’s a little greedy and a little selfish about it, and mostly just wants what he wants when he wants it. Which doesn’t sound that bad, but…

Well, he wants what he wants when he wants it, and what he wants is to maybe lock Macau in his and Kim’s apartment and kind of never let him leave again?

Ha. Haha. Ha…

Ugh.

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yeah, newbie shibari artist chay with enthusiastic subject macau is definitely making it into a oneshot in 3 movements verse

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woo. chapter three done. needs edits. sitting shorter at a little over 4k words, but usually gets longer after edits because i cannot stfu

still managing to write like 5 hours of a day in 12k-ish words but i promise there are time skips ahead.

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Chay cringing and dying hoping Macau won’t find out that he knows Macau’s routine schedule and therefore can guess his location at any given time

Macau: yeah, I figured Kim did his weirdo stalking thing and that’s how you guys knew where I’d be *sips iced coffee*

Chay: 😐😑😠

Chay: no actually it was ME, IM the stalker freak and I’ve been this way over you for months!!!!!! I have a spreadsheet and everything!!!! Don’t give that loser credit for my hard work

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not sure if this will make it in to 3 movements verse buuuuuuut macauchay spectator kim (later enthusiast) shibari woo!

ofc macau likes to be handcuffed, to be tied down and tied up, but when chay starts noticing just how tightly macau likes to be wrapped up into blankets, how much he loves to be snug and immobile and safe, he remembers something cool he'd stumbled on a year ago and promptly discarded as "well, that's not a hobby i'll ever get to pursue" because kim would have noped out of it so fucking fast

but now they have macau, who is sweet and pliant and has loved everything chay has given him, and chay knows he could love this too.

one full day of hyper-focused research later, he comes to macau with ropes and books and a proposal for a new hobby, and it's an instant fucking hit

chay knows kim more than appreciates it a few weeks down the line as he sits and watches chay frame macau's beautiful body with the simple ties and knots and wraps he's mastered so far, because macau is going under, easy and sweet and calm, and it's perfect.

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i wrote 379 words of a very weird unplanned scene in which kim wakes chay up in the literal rudest way possible (blaring train horns over speakers in their room) in order to show macau that chay calls him rude names during the process of coming to terms with the fact that he's awake

it's ridiculous and makes no sense and is entirely self-indulgent and derails some stuff and might get scrapped tbh BUT HEY i wrote

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Music Theory 101: Pi(chaya) Classes and Chords | KimChayMacau Fic

KimChayMacau, feat Dark-ish!Chay (-ish cuz he's mad about it)

Chay POV

Explicit

Chapter 1/?

Part 3 of In Three Movements series

Summary:

Chay maybe isn’t the best at love, considering that he’s a little greedy and a little selfish about it, and mostly just wants what he wants when he wants it. Which doesn’t sound that bad, but…

Well, he wants what he wants when he wants it, and what he wants is to maybe lock Macau in his and Kim’s apartment and kind of never let him leave again?

Ha. Haha. Ha…

Ugh.

Read here :)

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writing progress blurb, because i'm somehow nervous going into chay's head?

Chay watches Macau go offline, and, like the lovesick loser he is, immediately misses him.

He misses him in the center of his chest, in the beat of his heart, in the way air feels stagnant in his lungs when Macau isn’t near him.

He lets out a long, whooshing breath as he sinks down in his chair.

His headset is gently lifted away, and he looks up to see Kim peering down at him, eyebrows raised and lips quirked up in amusement.

“Were you this down bad for me, too?” he asks, and Chay laments, for the millionth time, that he blushes so easily for Kim, even after this fricken long.

“You say that like you couldn’t see my crush on you from Saturn,” Chay says. “I was literally your biggest fan.”

Kim’s smile softens.

“Was?”

Chay rolls his eyes.

“You’re so annoying, shut up,” he says, loving the way Kim’s expression goes playful. 

Kim turns Chay’s gaming chair around and leans into his space, his calloused fingertips slightly rough over his ear as he tucks Chay’s too-long hair away.

“It’s cute,” Kim says.

Kim has moments, sometimes, where he takes his time with Chay - takes him in slowly, whether he’s listening to him speak, attentive and alert, or listening to him sing, eyes closed and focused only on the sound of Chay’s voice. 

And then there are times, like now, where he takes his time to just look at Chay, and the intensity of it is… Well, there aren’t really words, but it makes Chay feel precious, feel safe.

His attention is overwhelming, but not only that…

It’s addicting.

Kim’s eyes refocus on Chay’s.

“He’s cute too,” Kim says, and then leans back, tilting his head. “Maybe I have a type.”

Chay kicks at him gently, huffing a laugh.

He’s still coming to terms with the fact that he and Kim can just… Talk about Macau. After months of secrecy and feeling like absolute crap about it, he can talk about Macau with Kim, about their feelings for him, about their experiences with him, and, in a round-about way, their awe over him.

They can share him. In many ways, but honestly… Chay hates secrets, hates feeling like he’s doing something that could hurt someone he loves, and, well.

He hates being selfish enough to do it anyway.

“Yeah, maybe you do.” Chay smirks and nudges Kim’s leg, taking on a pompous, ridiculous voice. “The infamous WIK and his proclivities toward “cute” younger men who idolize him. Wonder what the internet would say about that?”

Kim looks thoughtful, and Chay smiles.

“If they found out I dated fans, it’d probably go 50/50 between people who burn my albums because I’m not single, and a weird TikTok trend to compete over who’s my biggest fan to try to catch my attention.”

Let them try.

Chay sighs.

“Yeah, probably. Your PR team would be on nightmare mode with damage control though.”

Kim shrugs.

“I’ve got what I need to be happy. Let it burn.”

Chay can only stare at him for a long, long moment, because ugh, how does Kim always just… say things.

Chay’s lips still pull into a smile, because even after being together this long, he’s still stupidly in love with Kim.

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Chay’s recent sleep-deprivation induced search history, 3 movements verse

term for 3 people who are dating

polyamory with three people really called a triad

tonal triad

polyamory with three people same as chord

triad mafia definition

He decides they as three are all too clearly meant to be