#otp: the person who complains most often about her work ethic

[civilight-eterna]

Can I request Leizi/Blaze with some heavy bondage, intense E-stim and maybe some latex? Electric powers and a strong cat who can take some punishment sound like a fun combo

anon i honestly fucking love you for this request how in the FUCK did you just stumble into some of my top kinks and with this ship to boot AAA

this got so filthy. lmao.

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She's so fucking beautiful.

Blaze's head is completely empty save for this solitary thought as Leizi closes the distance between them with her stern, pretty scowl, her steely blue eyes shining with a dangerous light, the slight wispy movements of her hair fluttering with live static. It's the worst state to be in when she needs every available faculty to prepare for whatever Leizi does to her next.

Whatever preparation she might be able to mentally make is the extent of it; she can't move the rest of her body. All she can do is prop her cheek against the pillow and point her adoring, breathless expression at her mistress-just the way Leizi likes. The Yanese silk ropes that lace and criss-cross through her forearms and behind her back are meticulously tied, as lovely as they are unyielding.

Just like her, Blaze thinks.

She feels Leizi's weight behind her on the bed, her small, slender hands easing beneath either one of Blaze's hips and guiding them up until she's on her knees.

When they started doing this, Blaze knew that neither of them thought it would become so frequent a form of stress relief-but curiously, Leizi never failed to innovate on their formulas. Blaze had definitely not imagined herself 'behaving well', as Leizi liked to put it, but the way that any of her most gentle of touches could so suddenly be suffused with a healthy spark sinking deep into flesh had a way of keeping her obedient that couldn't be replicated by anyone else.

The only off-limits place that Leizi insisted upon not sending a current through was anywhere at or above her bust line-too dangerous, she insisted, and to be certain that Blaze's pacemaker was not at risk, Leizi had her wear a tailor-made black latex top to every session: it fully covered her chest, arms, and the perimeter of her throat.

"I heard you were out of control on the mission today." Leizi casually slots herself behind Blaze, her tone even, but Blaze knows better.

Blaze knows she's in trouble.

"It...worked out though!" Blaze offers cheerfully, "You're always asking us to handle things efficiently, right? What can I say...? I really take all your advice to h-"

Blaze lurches forward with a choked cry as white-hot electricity courses through Leizi's fingers on their drag up the back of her thighs. Anything clever she'd meant to say promptly falls out of her head.

"I missed you." Even without looking, Blaze can tell Leizi is scowling, trying to put on her usual, brave face. "What did you expect me to do if something happened to you?"

"But something's always happening. You know I'd never leave you waiting if I could help it."

"'If you could help it', huh?" Leizi murmurs thoughtfully as she strokes Blaze's underwear down the back of her bare legs. "What if you couldn't? What if you just, couldn't help yourself?"

Her fingers rake apart the flesh of Blaze's rear end, exposing her, and from deep in her palms comes a buzzing dull hum of electricity.

"-Aah, fuck-" Blaze moans, her mouth halfway obscured against the pillow, "-fuck fuck fuck please-"

"Maybe I want that. Maybe I just want you to work with what you're given?" She shifts her hips, and Blaze can feel the silicone weight between Leizi's legs and beneath her skirt, sliding along her drenched slit, parting her lower lips and teasing the length of it along.

"Leizi-" Blaze whines, her hips straining against hers. She can't move an inch, and Leizi's just...stroking her. More than once Blaze thinks she's going to finally slip inside, she's certainly soaked enough for it to be a possibility, but then she stops and sends another current of electricity through her ass instead that makes her eyes roll back.

"Can you do that for me?" Leizi finally begins easing the tip of her strap into her, guiding it with her free hand to stretch down where Blaze will feel it the most, "Can you handle this like a big girl?"

"Yes, god, yes, please-!" Blaze blurts, her voice cutting out into a split cry of agonized euphoria as Leizi slides forward deep, bottoming out into her to the hilt. "Aaah-" Blaze can barely put a word together as Leizi works the length of it slowly out, then sends it back in in its entirety with a quick pump of her hips, again and again.

Leizi must be really pissed; she seats a faster pace, and the aftershocks of each thrust become something a little more literal in nature as a fresh current of electricity races up and down the front and back of her thighs, crawls through her feet, and pulses through the front of her abdomen on every pump.

"C-Cumming, fuck, fuck-" Blaze gasps through chattering teeth, and Leizi wrenches a hand into her hair-

"In my lap-" Leizi positions herself under Blaze, "-right now."

Frustrated, Blaze bends herself into place, slides herself down to bounce on it, whining all the while. She's a mess, her skin hot, her hair plastered to the sheen of sweat forming at her low back, and her arms ache behind her as Leizi grabs the ropes and helps her ride, but she's too wound up to negotiate for anything faster.

The only surprise is when Leizi's free hand slides over the smooth latex covering her chest, dimpling the shiny material as she fills her fingers with Blaze's left breast.

"If it were up, to me-" Leizi pants as her mouth hovers closer to Blaze's ear, "-if I could, hold your life in my hand..." Something about her voice changes here, like she's actually asking permission, "...may I?"

"Y-Yes-" Blaze wheezes, still bouncing, and Leizi's fingers contort tighter, static coursing through Blaze's chest.

Her pacemaker shorts out and the absence of its sensation as her heartbeat slips into freefall-arrhythmia is dizzying.

Then, steadily-

Her heart throbs under Leizi's hand, responding to each little wave.

"I know your pulse by now. Every vibration, how it feels when it speeds up, when it slows down..." Leizi's chest is pressing hard into her back-she lets out a whimper, and Blaze realizes she's not just manipulating her heartbeat, but her own as well, syncing them.

"L-Leizi, please-please just-!"

"Yes-" Leizi squeezes closer, "-let's."

Leizi forces a current through Blaze's pacemaker to return it to its functional state before collapsing over the top of her to finish pounding her full back down into the mattress.

"H-Holy, holyfuckingshit-" Blaze pants, squirming through their shared climax with a scream as Leizi pushes her over the edge.

It leaks down her inner thighs, warm and obscene, and Blaze feels so pleasantly full that she can't even support herself on her knees anymore. She catches her breath as Leizi begins to untie her and massage where the ropes had dug in.

"I'll get you water. Did I go too far...? I just-you're too reckless-! You should really keep in mind that you're risking far more than just your own well-being when you're on the battlefield, no matter how self-assured you are-"

Leizi is flustered, and Blaze gets it. She kind of broke her own cardinal rule. With express permission, but still.

Time for aftercare with a lecture.

"You didn't do anything I didn't want. You know I'm not exactly a pushover. Guess it was a little shocking though-"

"Shut up-"

Blaze grins her usual, affable, handsome smile up at Leizi, and she sighs loudly before leaning down for a kiss. Blaze wraps her arms around her, into her wealth of blonde hair, and feels their heartbeats join once more.

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Responses- The Marvel of Trelsi (Part VIII)

By BoltonEvans post here. 

Believe me, I’m in the same boat as far as my OTP goes. While there is a bit more of a variety of fanfiction to explore, the majority of it is grossly out of character (self-loathing homophobic asshole Troy, and Ryan with Sharpay’s personality who refers to Troy as “Bolton” are everywhere), and resort to using extreme traumatic scenarios, such as rape, for cheap drama.

I used to be in another fandom where the homosexual ships involved exploitation of rape as a plot device, which is quite frankly disgraceful. As for Troy being “homophobic”... Is that why he decided to make friends with the most flamboyantly gay... Oh, never mind. I truly believe so many fans were watching a different film altogether. 

Even worse, I’m the only person still actively writing for my ship, these days, with the very rare exception cropping up and taking me by surprise every couple of months, or so. It’s a very sad state of affairs.

Sad, indeed. They have far more in common: 1)- A love of the Performing Arts and corresponding commitment, 2)- Strong work ethic, 3)- Kindness, generosity and thoughtfulness, 4)- Humour. The honest viewer doesn’t need to ship them to see this. Gabriella by comparison only meets ONE of the above criteria-- being a hard worker, and that only relates to her academic pursuits. When it comes to Troy or Ryan’s hard work, she’s happy to flush that down the toilet when it doesn’t suit her. (She’s also happy to play the two against each other to get emotional revenge, which is obnoxious). 

A few more notes/additions, because I’m both obnoxious, and incorrigible:

- My Tryan bias results in my perspective of Troy seeking Sharpay out and agreeing to perform with her and save her “sinking ship” of a talent show only if she also allows the Wildcats to perform, revolving around Ryan persuading him to do so. Troy was hellbent on dropping out of the show and resuming kitchen duty as a show of solidarity with his friends. It was only because of Ryan that he ultimately changed his mind. So, even though Troy absolutely does uphold his commitments (he is a textbook people pleaser, after all), I view that instance as the one exception where Troy had to be talked into keeping a promise. Thankfully, it was by someone who was actually looking out for him, for once.

That’s a good point. Thanks for pointing this out. 

- One minor correction: Gabriella transfers to East High after the new year begins. In the American school system, this would be the start of the second semester, or halfway through the school year, and it’s questionable just when, exactly, she and Troy began officially dating after the events of the first film. In all likeliness, she and Troy dated for about half of their junior year, broke up several weeks into summer vacation, got back together (after Troy was willing to throw an opportunity for a scholarship out the window because of Gabriella’s reaction to him prioritizing his future over giving her a summer worthy of remembering), managed to stay together for most of senior year, then broke up, again, when Gabriella unceremoniously and callously dumped Troy over the phone a week before the year was out.

Correction noted, thanks. 

“When Troy tries to show her a golf course in HSM II, she tells him “I don’t play golf”, which is harmless enough. But given that she should have known by then that her boyfriend was on the school’s Golf Team, it would have reflected better on their relationship had Gabriella taken an interest in his golfing, whether she liked it or not. Particularly since Gabriella was later bitter that Troy didn’t ask HER opinion on the much-derided “Italian golf shoes”. If she doesn’t play golf, why does she care?"

This is a brilliant point, even though I believe that Gabriella telling Troy that she doesn’t play golf when he was obviously setting up a date (since he’s the sole half of the relationship tasked with planning every single date they go on), was rude. I’m assuming that Gabriella, contrary to what sense and logic would dictate, doesn’t take any real interest in Troy’s golfing because it was nothing more than a plot point for the sake of the narrative in the second movie, and never comes up, again, afterward. Her general apathy toward him is also a factor, though, of course.

I also want to add that, as far as their lack of a “common thread” goes;

-Gabriella seems unable to commiserate with Troy’s financial woes, and, indeed, never expresses a single concern about how she’s going to afford her own college tuition- another disparity.  

Oh, this is a VERY good point. Thanks for noting this one. Contrary to what popular romances like to claim, financial disparities can often harm a relationship, with the lesser fortunate partner feeling inadequate (particularly if they are a man) and yet steadfastly refusing any financial assistance. In Troy’s case, he never envies Gabriella’s financial position or asks for anything from her (although she bums freebies off him ALL the time), and expects to resolve all his financial issues himself through hard work and personal responsibility. This is one of the things I really like about him. However, his flaw of worrying so much also comes to light, which is where, as you say, Gabriella comforting him at the very least would have helped somewhat. Of course, what she ACTUALLY says is that they should “focus on right now”-- in other words, herself. 

Whenever Gabriella pulls attention away from his relatable issues and back to her own First World Problems, I tend to think this would have the psychological effect of making Troy feel as though he were complaining too much, if that makes sense? Because he always invests SO much in alleviating Gabriella’s worries whilst sidelining his own. So he would be internalizing a LOT of anxiety, which is extremely unhealthy. In conjunction with the fact that Gabriella makes him feel and look like a toddler in their relationship, his financial woes would make him feel even more inadequate for her as a partner. When his truck breaks down whilst he takes her home, he looks embarrassed, even though the reason is perfectly normal: he needs a new fuel pump. But it’s almost as though he anticipates her mockery, which makes me think that she regularly mocks him when things go wrong-- even if those things went wrong due to circumstances beyond his control. And let’s not forget the fact that he feels so obliged to impress Gabriella by spending his own limited resources on her, even though she can clearly afford to not only provide for herself, but also do nice things for him. What was stopping Gabriella from buying herself a pizza and inviting Troy round for once? Why couldn’t she pay for dinner and a movie sometimes? Why couldn’t she use her mother’s car or help buy her own, since she clearly has the money? Why, as you have already said, could she not help Troy out with his truck woes? (As I’ve said, I’m almost POSITIVE that she would have gotten irritated with him on the ride back from California, because his truck is unreliable. She has no concern for anything that troubles him. I bet she didn’t help pay for petrol, either). He eventually spends/borrows money to attend Berkeley for reasons beyond my humble comprehension. 

It’s very unhealthy and Gabriella’s lack of sympathy makes it even worse. 

-Gabriella’s bedroom decor, behavior, and wardrobe choices suggest a childlike innocence to her personality, and she talks about wanting things to be "like Kindergarten”, but, as you mentioned, she pokes fun at Troy for holding onto boyhood playthings. Watch her face when Troy takes Robo-Rob from her, worrying that she’ll break the toy robot.

That doesn’t strike me as the face of a girl who finds her boyfriend’s dorkiness and sentimentality for an aspect of his childhood endearing. That’s the face you pull when a person says or does something crazy and you’re trying to wrap your head around it.

You seem to have all the right gifs! Christ. There’s rarely ever any genuine affection in her eyes when she’s around Troy, as I will discuss later. Maybe in HSM I with the rooftop scene, we saw some genuine affection as she was opening up to Troy. That vanished not long later after the webcam stunt, in which her expression was NOT hurt/disappointed, but cold and almost hostile. (Maybe she didn’t want to appear weak or hurt by his words, given that she DID shed tears earlier). And yes, the hypocrisy is staggering in the way she treats Troy’s childhood interests. 

-Troy knows his future is coming at him full steam ahead, and even though he has no idea what he wants to do, after high school, and is “being pulled in a hundred different directions”, he acknowledges, “We’re going to graduate. That’s going to happen. Nothing is going to slow down”… while Gabriella laments, right in front of him, life not grinding to a standstill, just for her, so she never has to leave East High. This suggests not just a disparity in priorities, but in maturity levels, as well; something that would have caused an eventual rift between a real life couple that nothing could have patched up.

Absolutely. 

Imagine, years down the road- if they managed to stay together- Troy fretting over steadily accumulating bills and taxes while Gabriella rolls her eyes and tells him to just push for a promotion at work. Then, imagine Gabriella finding out that the electric bill hasn’t been paid and their electricity is about to be shut off. Do you think she’d take a stressed out Troy aside and promise to find a way to get them out of this rut, or angrily confront him and demand to know why the bill hasn’t been paid and if he wants them out on the street?

Shaking with laughter! :D Please God, let it not get this far! 

Imagine how Gabriella would respond if Troy sustained an injury, in college, that ruined his shot at a career in professional basketball, or if he got laid off from his job. Do you really think she’d stay by his side and try to work things out? Or, do you think Troy would come home to find the engagement ring he put his entire salary toward, sitting on the kitchen table beside a note from Gabriella explaining that she “can’t do this, anymore”?

That dialogue... :D That is JUST what Gabriella would say. I’m laughing because of the sheer irony. We are told that this couple represent “Relationship Goals”... I just can’t! *wipes eyes*

Based on everything I’ve seen in canon, I heavily lean toward the latter.

The Wail Fest in HSM II epitomises Gabriella’s philosophy in a nutshell: “I gotta do what’s best for ME.” She really knows how to play the scorned lover in every one of her Wail Fests. What’s even more insulting in this song is when she sings, “You’ll be okay!” This is AFTER she: 1)- quit the job he secured on her behalf, 2)- mocked and derided him for his promotions, 3)- flirted with Ryan to manipulate his emotions, 4)- dumped him, 5)- and eventually rejected his necklace. She has some audacity! Every time she is about to drop kick him, she constantly makes the presumption that he will understand her behaviour: (HSM I)- “You’ve got your team, and I’ve got mine. It’s WHERE WE BELONG.”, (HSM II)- “I just don’t belong here, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND”, (HSM III)- “I can’t be a little adult right now, Troy. I’m hoping you’ll understand that.” It makes me sputter with rage. Meanwhile, when it comes to HER turn to show some understanding in the following situations: (HSM I)- When Troy is clearly being pressured to avoid the Musicals, (HSM II)- When Troy is under pressure from Sharpay’s harassment and his fast rise to fame, (HSM III)- When Troy is worried about his future--- hey, what do you know? Her “understanding” vanishes. It’s like she never heard of the word. 

*angry sigh*

I’ll discuss more of this in later posts. If you don’t mind, I’ll add some things you’ve said here. (Giving credit, obviously). 

Thanks for the responses!