WINTER PROMPTS

for spellcoats;
lloyd colette zelos fun
slick suzaku and c.c. idk what
tiki lloyd and kratos bond 
momo haseo and isabelle "couches are fun"
iris lucius and cc "gold butterflies"
kally lelouch cc and babby on christmas??
pam kallen c.c. "food"

"couches are fun"

for: momo
prompt: couches were fun. maybe he'd let himself go a little this time.
who: haseo and isabelle (somarium-verse)
warnings: brotime?

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There are days when he just doesn't want to do anything. And usually, she is too. He's used to her dragging him around and dictating what they do, just because that's how she's always been. How long's it been now? A year?

"It's rare that you actually shut up for once, " He comments lightly, staring at the wall, his red eyes blinking sleepily. Yeah. It's a lazy today, he thinks.

Until of course, he feels a weight drop into his lap, a stream of dark hair falling falling over his leg and onto the couch. Haseo feels his eyebrows raise high on his forehead as he looks down.

Isabelle is asleep. On his lap. Like it's normal. Like he's some touchy-feely guy like her boyfriend.

The beginnings of a groaned growl of her name sounds in his throat, as he tries to stir.

Nope.

He feels thin arms, (far stronger than they look) latch around his waist, as the girl all but buries her face into his stomach, sighing happily. This was it. He can feel heady with the amount of embarassment and discomfort of the situation, his face heating up as he all but looks wildly around, wondering if anyone's seeing this.

He doesn't.

(So no one is around to save him.)

His stomach starts shaking, as the suddenly the sleeping girl..(hah, sleeping yeah right) starts shaking, the sounds of muffled laughter escaping somewhere against his shirt as the arms around him tighten. The teenager shoots up, glaring down at the girl still clinging to his waist.

"I knew you weren't sleeping. What the hell!" He snaps, but all he's met with is laughter. Long, ringing laughter in the quiet room. (Peace and quiet. Even bigger yeah right. ).

"You are so funny, you know that?" She sputters, cheeks flushed as she lets go, laughing and squirming on the couch because he realizes his mouth has been gaping for a good four minutes.
"I...you--" He begins to say, only to feel the words fail, and her laughter continues.

Until he sees a pillow, and his arm starts reaching--

THWACK.

"Oh it's on now! "

"The only thing I want right now is for it to be off you crazy girl!"

THWACK.

"H-hey!"

THWACK-THWACK.

"Fine, it's on."
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When you're friends with Isabelle, you can only learn how to do one thing. Defend yourself. And today? Haseo's defense was a pillow. Couches fun?

Yeah right.

..maybe.

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EXTRA:
prompt; real life

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Somarium had fallen apart a year ago, but sometimes she gets brief flashes of memories. Friends, boyfriends,  siblings--things she had and things she didn't---sometimes she remembers one of those friends being a boy with tawny red eyes and a smirk.

She's good at adapting, but that doesn't mean she likes losing things. (Max. )

As she walks casually down the street in a very awake New York, she doesn't realize she's bumped into someone, until she feels the impact, and suddenly her coffee's on the ground, spilling still hot, and on the school uniform of the person in front of her .She looks up and she knows those eyes, (the hair is brown, and he looks more Japanese than she remembers but he was from a game) and she very much knows the exasperated sigh.

There's a look of recognition on the student's face, as he stares down at his shirt, then at her, and Isabelle didn't realize her eyes were pricking with tears as she reached forward, pulling his collar down so he was looking at her.

"You, " She began, blinking back tears as a watery smile appeared on her face, "Owe me a coffee."

And she isn't even sure he speaks the same language here, but that small smirk, that annoyed expression says what she needs to know.

Long time no see, Haseo.