#I think I once wrote a prompt fill where their household had a ''no D Word'' Rule (d word as in divorce)

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What are your headcanons for berlermo as a married couple?

The way this ask made a little "!!!" pop inside my brain.

I just went digging into old DMs from back when I was still riding the high of 'something stolen', and even though I never managed to write a wedding fic sequel, I do have a pretty good idea of what their married life is like.

• A lot of PDA, for one. Maybe it's wishful thinking on my end, but I'm focusing on the way they're always all over each other's space in the flashbacks, touching and embracing and staring at nothing but each other. That bubble of intimacy, like nothing else exists-- well, that, but multiplied by two wedding rings plus one honeymoon period that lasts for years and years.

It ranges from sweet to gross depending on who you ask. They're always kissing around the gang, holding hands or touching somewhere. Exchanging loaded looks, making innuendos. Straight up eclipsing themselves without a word exchanged, clearly on their way to more private quarters.

• I also have this idea of an inside joke between them: I think they'd find it hilarious to joke about the old 'Ball And Chain' cliché. Everyone was at their wedding, they know what an event it was and how madly in love they are with each other.

They don't find it funny, but Andrés does, especially if it's Martín who makes it a running gag.

"Ugh, gotta spend time with the hubby again, lord strike me dead, free me from this loveless marriage"

("time with the hubby" is probably something romantic like a candlelit dinner and a walk on the beach under the stars...)

Or one day, when Raquel asks "Are you free this afternoon? Paula asked if you could babysit her again", Martín makes a whole show of huffing and puffing.

"I can't today, querida. You know me, always stuck with that guy... He's dragging me someplace and I can't get out of it. Pffff, I should've never gotten married."

Raquel rolls her eyes at him and drops the subject.

That thing he couldn't get out of? A spa day planned out by his lovely husband, that starts out with a couple's massage, and ends with the two of them getting hot and bothered the large jacuzzi of their hotel room. There isn't even any particular occasion. This morning, Andrés just got up and declared “I'm taking you out tonight. You don't need to bring any clothes”

And Martín wrapped himself up in the bedsheets, pretending to shield his innocent body from this lecherous gaze he couldn't suffer. “How dare you, sir? I'm a married man!” The sound of Andrés's laughter echoed across the corridor, and Martín knew even before he smelled it that his husband was cooking some pancakes to bring back in bed.

So, really, Martín is doing fine with the state of his marriage.

#I know this is completely random but this is just obvious and hilarious to me #a married Martín who's had Andrés all to himself for years and has settled comfortably in that relationship #he's trusting and confident and arrogant about it frankly insufferable #repeating that he can't wait to leave Andrés and run off with his money to settle far away as a mysterious divorcé #like I said Andrés is amused by the jokes but I'm also considering him being low-key bothered by them? five divorces might do that to a man #do we want Andrés with insecurities? of course Andrés doesn't let himself be mocked #I think I once wrote a prompt fill where their household had a ''no D Word'' Rule (d word as in divorce) #maybe that's the reason #Andrés started making the jokes back and Martín didn't take it as well as he thought he would #or maybe all's well that ends well and there's just something kinky in it for them almost like provocation like roleplay #Martín teasing and defiant *provoking him* ''I'm getting a divorce!'' only for Andrés to grab him and pin him to the mattress/wall/floor #and have his wicked way with him making him swallow his words pounding into him #rendering Martín pliant and docile ''so you want to leave me #huh? i'll remind you who you belong to if that's a strong hand that you want'' #and Martín is just clinging to Andrés's shoulders moaning and throwing his head back desperately incoherent and blissed out #(okay i went off apparently) #married Berlermo was one of my first loves in this fandom so thank you anon for coming to me you definitely unearthed something there #ask #mine #berlermo #long post

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Blossoming

Happy day 5!  (I skipped day 4...).  I was so excited to write for this prompt that I almost forgot to write for it....so I wrote this at work haha.  Some important notes.  It's a Modern University AU, also a Professor/Student relationship BUT everyone is of age!  I just wanted to make that clear so that no one feels uncomfortable.  It's still SFW.  :D  Hope you enjoy it!

Prompt: AU

Flower Inspiration:  A single rose in any color is also symbolic of gratitude and simplicity. In full bloom a single rose speaks of an abiding love, or "I love you still". Unchanging and unalloyed, love continues to grow and become strong. 

Summary:  He never planned on meeting her again like this.  But the second that she walked into his class he knew that his life had once again changed forever. 

Roses

Sai clicked through his presentation once more memorizing each slide one by one.  After weeks of preparation and meetings, he was excited for the day to finally come.  The first day of classes.

When he was younger he’d been placed into the foster system after his parents had died.  Fortunately for him, a teacher had recognized some artistic talent within him.  He helped to encourage and develop his skills.  After winning a few competitions and making a name for himself as a sort of prodigy he’d become a household name.  He became a phenomenon rather than a statistic. It was a far cry from the path his life could have taken.  He traveled the world doing what he loved, creating and sharing his art while learning and exploring.  He enjoyed it but still longed for some stability and a less chaotic life.  He was ready to settle down and lay down roots.  So he requested some help from his old teacher.  

Yamato had a contact at the local university that had an open position for a Freshmen art class.  Sai had received his degree while on the road, he had a wealth of experience and fame so hiring him was to the benefit of the university.  It would provide him some steady income while he continued to work on his art and prepare for his gallery opening.  Today was the first day of class and he was just as nervous as the students he’d be guiding this semester.  

Students began filtering in eyeing him nervously.  He was sure that most of them were there to fulfill a requirement rather than any actual love of art but he was excited to share his passion with them.  It would be odd teaching students that were his age, possibly even older than him.  He hoped that after a while they would become responsive to him and the content.

Once most of the seats had filled and the students had settled in he began with introductions. He provided some information about his background hoping that would legitimize him being such a young professor.  As he launched into his biography the door at the back of the room opened quietly.  He tried to ignore it knowing that the first few days were chaotic and being late was to be expected.  Upon seeing her though, his heart stopped in his chest.  

She walked in blonde hair bright and shining, cheeks pink as though she’d run to get there on time, but it was her eyes the perfect shade of blue that matched that of the sky that caused his blood to run cold.  Her eyes widened in shock and confusion, frozen in her spot. 

“Uh...please read the next paragraph to yourself about the school policies….”  He instructed needing a moment to breathe while she took a seat.  He turned away but the image of her was already imprinted in his mind.  They needed no introductions, Ino Yamanaka, she’d grown up.  She had always been beautiful in his eyes, the perfect mix of strength and charm. She’d been kind to him, held him when he felt lost, sweet when the bitterness of the world threatened to consume him. In all of his imaginings of how they might meet again he didn’t think it would be as her professor.  

Composing himself and using the self-calming strategies he’d learned he worked through the rest of the syllabus as his eyes focused on anywhere else but her.  Thankfully the first day was usually a wash and he had a simple activity to complete and a contact sheet.  He wanted to form a working relationship with his students knowing how important it was to have a supportive mentor.  As the class drew to a close the general mood had changed and he was beginning to build that rapport with his students.  He believed that art could be transformative and while not everyone could become a world-class artist everyone had an artist within them.  

Final notes, a reminder about the readings and the class was over, but he couldn’t relax.  As hard as he tried to ignore her presence there was no ignoring the Yamanaka.  She lit up any room that she walked in by her sheer existence alone.  The longer they remained in that room together the weight on his chest grew.  Walking past her to hand out forms he inhaled the familiar scent of roses.  It took him back to when he was a scared lonely child, and the only thing that could ease his scattered feelings was the smell of roses.  The only thing that could comfort him was her. 

The class began to file out much livelier than when they’d walked in and he was torn between hoping she’d stay back or following her classmates.  But this was Ino Yamanaka, she didn’t run from difficult, awkward situations and once everyone left, there she stood.  

She was taller now almost reaching his height, for so long he felt like he towered over her when they were younger.  It made him feel like in some way he could protect her like she had always protected him. Seeing her this close he could appreciate just how much she’d grown and even more stunning she’d become.  Long awkward limbs had transformed into feminine slopes and curves and he had to stop all thoughts of how her soft skin would feel against his fingertips.

“Sai…”  His name on her lips was far sweeter than all the symphonies he’d heard all over the world. 

Her arms wrapped around him before he could get a word out and he stood there frozen fighting hard not to fall into her warmth. But as she held him his arms naturally wrapped around her burying his face into her hair.   He probably should have been more concerned that anyone could have walked in but he was too overwhelmed to care. 

“I didn’t think I'd ever see you again, especially not like this.”  He could feel tears against his neck and pulled back to brush them away. 

He smiled gently at her, he told her time and again how much he hated when she cried.  “Me neither…”  

She took a step back as though she also realized just where they were. “I uhm I have to run I’m already late for my next class, but let’s catch up soon?”

He just nodded still unsure about how to approach this situation.  

“Okay, I’ll see you around then.”  He watched her walk away and once she was gone reality sunk in as he collapsed into his chair. He had so many unanswered questions to grapple with but instead, he sat there paralyzed.   Why was she taking a freshman-level art class?  Did she know that he would be her professor?

She was his student, despite their past and his feelings he was still her teacher.  He wanted to be a good professor and he was excited about the opportunity.  He didn’t want to do anything that might jeopardize that or her own academic career.  

And yet, this was Ino, his Ino.  His best friend, the only girl he’d ever loved.  

Shaking his head he attempted to refocus sifting through the work that was turned in and updated his student’s contact information.  His fingers traced over her name and the note that she left him. ‘Call me.’  She still wrote in that same flowery script and he tried to reconcile the picture of the girl that he’d grown up with and the woman that had walked into his class.  

He opened up his sketchbook that he usually kept with him at all times to the very back page.  For years he’d been drawing her, wondering how she might look now that they were older but his drawings were poor imitations of the Ino that had walked in today.  Images of her began to flash in his mind. Of her smiling so sweetly at him, whispering his name in the dark while he...well now he knew.  He was in trouble. 

Thanks for reading!  I will be continuing this story.  This was just an introduction/build-up for the actual story.  It will probably get a little smutty as it progresses.  So if that is something that interests you :D  Either way thanks again for reading and all the love!  

Blossoming:

Day 1:  Sedum (Blank Period)

Day 2: Daffodils (Muse)

Day 3: Daisies (Swap)

Day 5: Roses (AU)

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