the blanket burrito meme (gen or shipping).

[fetishes]

the
BLANKET BURRITO
meme

so, winter came. snuggle up, little pups! your character has been rolled up like a comfy cleopatra. since you're too settled in to move, a friend may have to take care of your other needs, or take advantage of the situation by throwing you over their shoulder or taping it shut while you're snoozing. encourage them to find their own blanket and have a caterpillar race. just curl up with each other. whatever. it's a blanket burrito. it's impossible to be sad in a blanket burrito.

rules
1. post with your character name, series, preferences
2. your character has been burrito'd
3. tag around, be nice, business as usual

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[talkscrap]

[Maybe it shouldn't make a difference, being forgiven - doing a bad thing is doing a bad thing, and forgiveness doesn't undo it - but Aoba feels overwhelming relief all the same. This is the one aspect of their occasional communication issues that he can't stand. Of course he'll work on understanding Clear, and on making himself understood - but accidentally hurting Clear? It's just too cruel! After everything Clear's been through, he deserves nothing but happiness.]

Of course not. I didn't mean it that way at all. [Sighing softly, he relaxes on top of Clear, flattening as if Clear stroking his back irons out his body.] It's just that... I never thought of your being a machine as a bad thing. Maybe it was a little strange at first, but... I knew something about you was different. So when I found out you were a robot, I just thought: "Ah, that's it. That's the part of Clear I was missing."

[All things considered, Aoba would probably be better off shutting up, but he has something to set right, and he's giving it his best try.]

Maybe it's complicated, being an android, but being a human is complicated, too. It's what you are, even if it's not who you are. And I think, if you weren't an android... if you hadn't been developed the way you were, we might never have met. We wouldn't have gone to Platinum Jail, we wouldn't have faced Toue...

[And so, so much more, but Aoba would honestly rather forget about the time Clear was broken, thank you very much. The bottom line is what's important.]

... you wouldn't have become my Clear. [Rather than possessive, it comes out as a very fragile thing. For better or worse, Aoba will never take Clear's presence for granted again.]

[singingintherain]

[ Whether Aoba opens his mouth to give a solid, thoughtful answer, or just to stick his foot in it, Clear listens. That’s always been what Aoba has done for him too, hasn’t it? When it’s really mattered, Aoba has listened to him. He’s answered his questions, listened to his thoughts, and let him express himself even as he fumbles to learn just who he really is.

Maybe they still run into snags like this one, and maybe they’ve run into larger and more serious snags overall than a “more normal” couple would have—but they’re both still trying, and neither one of them is about to give up on the other.

Clear’s surge in playfulness recedes as the tone in conversation shifts, but tenderness is still there to take its place. He feels Aoba physically relaxing and keeps his hand moving, and honestly enjoys the feeling of an Aoba-blanket. It’s a warm and reassuring weight…maybe Aoba could fall asleep like this?

But Aoba’s words softly find a target, Clear’s hand slowing a little as he absorbs them. His circuits go skittering at my Clear. It may not be possessively meant, but Clear still finds a reassuring sense of belonging in them. ]

I wonder. You were made to have a certain power in your voice, and I was made to hear that voice as ‘Master’. I may have gotten it “wrong” for what I was programmed for…but I got it right for everything else.

…Do you believe in the thing called ‘fate’, Aoba-san?

[talkscrap]

["Right for everything else", indeed. It's not that Aoba ever doubted Clear's feelings, but it still feels good to hear them. They feel the same way. When they hit snags like this, that simple fact works miracles in making Aoba stop sweating the small stuff (or even the big stuff, for that matter).

Clear's body may not be soft, but it's comfortable just for being there and being Clear, and Aoba doesn't think he ever wants to move from this position. No - maybe he just doesn't want this moment to end.]

I believe that there are things we can't be sure exist. We can't know for sure that they're real - but that doesn't mean they're not. Sometimes not knowing for sure is exactly what makes them so important.

But...

We were both made with a specific goal in mind, and we both managed to escape that destiny. So I think... our love is bigger than fate.

[They've found each other, and Aoba has never once doubted that Clear's love is real, even with his programming regarding Aoba's voice. Maybe, in this case if no other, the fact that they ended up like this makes the details of how it happened unimportant.]

[singingintherain]

[ They’re just passing the reassurances back and forth right now. Or maybe it’s less reassurance, more confirmation? Hearing our love does more than make Clear’s circuits race, it makes his cheeks flush with pleasure and tuck his face even closer into Aoba’s hair.

Aoba’s answers to things are never uninteresting. He might not know the real answer but he always tells Clear what he honestly thinks, and it’s always thought-provoking.

His hand drifts to stillness, arm wrapping over Aoba again just to hold it. It is a good moment, and if fate—or chance—is kind, it won’t end any time soon. ]

That’s a beautiful way to look at it, Aoba-san. I might even like that better than what I was wondering about.

Toue had plans for us, and with as powerful as he was…isn’t it amazing that we were able to do what we did? It wasn’t easy, or without pain, but…we’re here now. What if this was fate?

[ Aoba’s way of looking at it may really be the better one, though Clear asks the question anyway. If this is fate, then so was all the suffering, and that’s…not a happy thought. But if that was the price that had to be paid for escaping fate? Maybe that’s a more palatable way to think of it….]

[talkscrap]

[Aoba realized that that was what Clear meant, but... that is exactly the problem: what he went through was just too painful to consider it fate. Was it worth it? Since it was the only way: yes, yes of course. But it's left its mark on him, especially that long, long time of trying to come to grips with the fact that Clear was probably broken for good, and Aoba might never see him again. On the whole, Clear has grown the most, and sacrificed the most (though not without gaining just as much), during their anti-Toue adventure. But maybe in that one respect - the loss and endless mourning - Aoba has suffered considerably more, if only for suffering longer. Even now that he's got Clear back, there's a tiny part of him that just can't seem to get rid of that pain completely. It really does feel like an emotional scar that way.

He doesn't want to dwell on that, though. It's his own weakness, and his own dumbness, and if Clear doesn't know how stupid Aoba is that way, Aoba doesn't care to enlighten him. Wouldn't it only make Clear feel guilty, or something ridiculous like that?

So he takes a moment to sort out his thoughts, makes himself let go of the negativity. It is all in the past, and he should leave it there.]

I don't know... but, I don't really care. [Rather than overly dismissive, the words are calm and sincere.] Whether this is fate or not doesn't matter to me. What's important is that I'm happy this way.

[Still halfway flattened on top of Clear, Aoba moves his foot to lightly stroke Clear's leg.]

[singingintherain]

Mm…yes, I agree, [ Clear decides, with a little chuckle for the stroke of that foot he feels. Kissing Aoba’s hair, he confides: ] No matter how strange the question I ask is, Aoba-san always has a good answer for it.

[ His hand goes roaming until he finds one of Aoba’s own, gently tugging it out so that he can thread their fingers together, palm to palm. Letting his head sag back against the pillow, Clear holds their hands out where he can casually gaze at their interlocked fingers and be contented with the sight (and, of course, where he’s not bending Aoba’s arm at an uncomfortable angle for the man himself). ]

I feel happy and lucky. Every day, I look forward to the future.

[ And not backwards, to the past. It surfaces in his thoughts from time to time, as one’s past must certainly always do, but isn’t that only human? The future is so much brighter in comparison, and so much better to dwell in. ]

[talkscrap]

[Unseen, Aoba smiles, half amusement and half pure happiness spilling over. He doesn't know if his answers are any good, but they're his. All he does is try to give his honest opinion. Isn't that all anyone can do in the end?

Aoba shifts a little when Clear takes his hand, his fingers finding their place between Clear's as if by natural instinct. Sometimes it still feels a little strange that they ended up this way... They beat Toue, but the real victory wasn't until Aoba got Clear back. Maybe that's why Aoba's emotions are such a mess about that one thing: what should have been their victory... really wasn't.

But they still got it. And that's what's important.

He pushes himself up a little - just enough that he can look at Clear's face.]

Me, too. I'm so happy, and then I get even happier because you're happy, and it's like there's so much happiness, I don't know what to do with it.

Weeeeell... Except the obvious.

[The teasing tone he attempts falls flat almost immediately: his happiness right now is of a different sort. As long as he's in a better position for it, he moves that much more so he can kiss Clear, just something simple and sweet and lingering.

Sure, the future's nice, but the present is where it's at.]