#ler!iura

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TickleTober2023/Day 13 - Prank Call

Horimiya - Yanagi (feat. Iura and Sengoku)

Beep. Beep. Beep-

“Hnng…” Yanagi groaned tiredly, using his best efforts to keep his eyes half open as he looked around for his alarm. So tired, so sleepy… he surely could still use some extra minutes of sleep to catch a proper rest.

Giving the poor alarm a rough hit on the top, Yanagi slammed the snooze button before dropping his head into his pillows, letting out a long sigh of relief as he could finally go back to sleep. That, of course, if it wasn’t for his own cell phone beginning to ring. He groaned, reaching out to it without even lifting his face and accepting the call.

“Good morning, Ya ~ na ~ gi ~” An overly excited Iura said on the other side in his usual loud, beaming voice. What was that, Yanagi thought, narrowing his eyes. “Did you wake up on tim-”

Click

No, he wasn’t going to listen to that. Yanagi’s morning temper was way too bad to put up with whatever that green-haired ball of energy had in store for him. He wanted to sleep, why did Iura even call him? Wait, calling him… could there be a reason for it that he wasn’t recalling?

He was too tired to think. With his hand lazily dropping back into the mattress, the teen sighed, reading to drift back into sleep. Or so he thought, before his cell phone began ringing again.

Yanagi thought about ignoring it, letting it fall on a dead end, but, for some reason, he decided to pick up the call again. “...What?” He nearly growled, pressing his eyes shut.

“Y-Yanagi, good morning,” Sengoku said on the other side, seemingly intimidated. “Are you awake?” He continued and Yanagi was already considering turn off the call, however, until he picked up a random conversation going on the other side.

“...need to be louder!” He heard, was it Iura? What was he saying?

“Go away, you- aAHahAH, n-no! IuhuraHAH!”

Yanagi pulled the phone away from his ear as Sengoku started to laugh, getting even more confused. What was going on?

“Sengoku…?” The sleepy guy muttered, slowly approaching the phone back to his ear to continue to hear the banter on the other side.

Whatever was going on, it sounded like a murder attempt. “S-tohohop it! You idiohohot!! AhAHAHA, I-I’m ohohon the phohone!” Sengoku roared through cackles.

“Yanagi won’t wake up if you sound so tame!” Iura shouted, loud enough to be heard through the phone, “you need to go louder like this!”

“IURAHAHA!!” Sengoku squealed, making Yanagi pull the phone away from his ear again.

Some sort of prank call to wake him up? Wait, wake him up? Yanagi widened his eyes, that’s the reason he could remember! He checked the time and, if he got up now, he would still arrive on time. “Y-yes, I’m awake, thanks guys!” He said hurriedly before turning off the call to go get himself ready for another school day.

A/N: Okay, so do you guys remember that one episode from the last season? It was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw this prompt on the list and I NEEDED to work on it.

So here it is ~ Hope you guys enjoyed!

#miya&mia's tickletober #tickletober2023 #horimiya #horimiya tickling #shuu iura #kakeru sengoku #akane yanagi #lee!sengoku #ticklish!sengoku #ler!iura #tickle fic

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Horimiya pieces are the cutest!! Trust me I watched them too late until someone released a video of Yanagi being tickled hehehehe

Anyway, I'm leaning on to the boys' hang out with Tooru, Kakeru, Shu, and Izumi... tho I love to use their first names... their last names seem more familiar.

Anyyywaay I'm a total lee!Miyamura, teehee

Get Izumi~?

The cake is excellent. Miyamura Izumi thought as he began to munch through his fork. Sengoku Kakeru brought in this cake for them and he couldn't help but wonder...

Did he invite them or they barged into his humble home?

Only they knew.

What felt like a minute later Tooru Ishikawa spoke up, "Hey, Miyamura... you sure eat cakes a lot"

Hearing this, he tilted his head "I do...? I mean I like them but... I never eat that much though"

Shu Iura's boisterous voice broke through to them now, even Sengoku winced at that rattling tone. "Heeeee? Is that so Miyamura? How come you don't grow any muscles??"

"E-eh?" Miyamura felt a poke to his side from a very curious Iura. He slides away towards Sengoku now, who was peacefully eating his final piece.

Ishikawa said with a sheepish smile, "Now, that's not something you say to a person's face, Shu."

"But... isn't he and Sengoku the smaller types... I can understand the president but Miyamura??? He's eating his third now"

Surely, even Ishikawa caught on to that. Much more than that, it's pissing him off that someone can actually not gain weight like an average person. Still in a playful way he leaned over Sengoku to reach and, he poked Miyamura back with ulterior motives "Shu has an idea definitely..."

"Guhuys," he moved away from them both to have his back against the wall... literally.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Iura grinned menacingly, finally catching up to the idea. Sengoku remained still, oblivious to the playful banter.

"Yeah, Shu..." Lowering his voice, he pounces first at Miyamura, who yelped at the sudden action."Tickle attack on Izumi!"

"Yeah!"

Miyamura's never been a victim to tickles, but still Hori has a strong sense of devotion to make him flustered through this tactic. Now he was being cornered by his own guys, man... everyone has lost their sense of delicacy.

"Gahahaha wahahahahait... ahahaha Ihihihishkahahahahawaa kuhuhun?? Ahahaha nohoho"

"Miyamura's actually giggling like a middle school girl?" Iura said it out loud that he suddenly got flustered and shrieked. "Nahaahaa cuhuhut it ohohout stohop teheheheasing mehehe"

Miyamura's bubbly laughter did startle everyone, including Sengoku, who had paused his current peaceful affairs only to take a look at their play fight.

"Man, is this the first time he laughed like this?" Iura snickered now, gesturing to their victim, being vigorously interested in tickling his ribs. This drove him mad, obviously. He curled to the side to stop Ishikawa getting his stomach but to cover one thing he exposed the other. If only he was immune to sensitive ribs.

"Hey try teasing him Shu"

Ishikawa really knows how to make Miyamura lose his nerves, especially now. He internally had a revenge plan for him first.

"Miyaaamuraaa~ tickle ticklee!!!" Iura's loud teasing made him blush more and he could only embrace his midriff with pure intent of avoiding most of his spots tickled.

"Hehehehe wahahahait juhuhust ahahaha minuhihihiteee ahahahaha guhuhuys!"

They did the opposite, in fact.

"You're awfully skinny," the purple haired guy murmured prodding his hips "I can feel your skeletons here"

"Whahahats thahahat suppohohohose to mehehehehEAHAHAN AHAHAHA WAHAHAIT!"

He actually forgot Sengoku for a moment! Miyamura cursed at that.

"Ohhh nice Kaicho, get him good! (President)" Iura sneered."We'll need more hands to handle this guy"

Miyamura felt his weakest spot, under his arms, being victimised by a curious red head.

"Ahahahaha SEHEHENGOKU I WIHIHILL KILL YOHOHOU!" He curled further against Sengoku's lap to avoid any attention to his worst spots.

Usually, a death threat from Miyamura can make his blood run cold until it comes out with giggles like these. It's hard to take someone cute, seriously. Sengoku smirked now not slowing down for any reason.

"I doubt you will, at least right now, but the price is worth it," he stated, and actually laughed at how Miyamura giggled contagiously when he began to gently flutter his fingers at his neck making him squeal loud, "Sorry but your voice is so high pitched I can't tell if your actually the same Miyamura that tried to hit me back then..."

"Riiiight, like a little girl!"

Iura is the worst tickler, that is Miyamura's helpless thoughts as he felt the green haired guy immediately grab his knees, which were ticklish unbeknownst to himself.

"Ahahaha ehehenough plehehehease!"

"Honestly" Ishikawa poked him rather than wiggle his fingers "All you gotta do is tickle him like this and he won't be much of threat, president" with that he began to wildly play Miyamura like a piano driving him up the wall.

Although it was a joke, Sengoku did find it intriguing that he was right. He couldn't believe a little tickling is all that it takes for Miyamura to yeild like this. He actually considered this factor well.

Ishikawa said after some time, "Saaay~, how about we make him say it"

Others looked at him, surprised but enthusiastic about what he had in mind.

Briefly stopping Miyamura got a well-deserved break until a curt discussion is being plotted against him. He felt freedom temporarily and decided to crawl away to at least hide in the bathroom, although he couldn't go that far... he felt a particular strong grip on his ankle, spinning him on his stomach and a weight on his back.

"OI! Get off meee!"

Ishikawa was on top. He sighed now, one, to his releif since he wasn't at the risk of having his tattoos exposed but also... he didn't feel entirely releieved knowing he was the one who knew all his weak spots, "Ne, Miyamuraa~ say you love Hori, and we'll stop"

Hah? Miyamura's thoughts stopped with his heart that had been running this whole time.

Blushing from the tips of his ears, he was glad he was in another position. Covering his face he shook his head with a whisper out embarrassment.

"I... c-can't... its... um"

He squeaked when he felt a slow finger dragged up from his back. That's the grieving part of having Ishikawa tickle him. It was his death spot as Ishikawa knew since the beginning.

Those hands skittered very effectively, making Miyamura buck around wjth giggles though he had not enough strength in him, "Gohohoho to hehehehell ahahaha yohohou guys knohohow ihihit tohoho"

"Izuuumi~, what's the password?" Ishikawa's tease sing song tone matched with the occasion fluttery touched on the small of his back now.

"Ahaha! Nohohot thehehere ahahaha leheheave my lohohower bahahahack aloneeee!"

"No, so say it!" He pinched, and that made him gasp to muffle a squeal.

He felt the others trying to give him even a harder time by grabbing his feet and tickling the arcs. He didn't expect this tickle fight to be one sided from the get go.

Alright, he can't take it.

"Ahahaha fihihihineeee STOHOHOP!" He banged his fist on the floor as a sign of limit.

'Saaay it, " all three guys taunted him in unison, and he snapped with another stream of giggly panic as they wiggled their fingers on cue too.

"I LOVE HORII!"

Pause, he blushed more like a tomato and covered his humiliated face with a slight high pitched whine. It made the guys laugh and ruffle his hair for his bravery in saying that.

They, as promised, released him. Breathing heavily both from the attack and the embarrassment, he was helped by Ishikawa, who was the menace to begin with.

Still, he was glad Hori wasn't here...

Wait...

Although he said it to them... he noticed a certain snicker from Iura. "Can't wait to send this to Hori!" He was fiddling a certain video on his phone, and that's definitely that video!

Miyamura cried out now with grabby hands, "Aaaaaahhhhh, Yametteeee (stoopp)! Give me that, Shu!"

Sticking his tongue, the mischievous green eyed guy lifted his phone away from Miyamura. "Noooo, waaay Izuuumi -ack Ahahaha, Ohohoii stohohop, thahahat!"

Miyamura became offensive to get the phone and tickled Iura. At that, Ishikawa chuckled, "How about round two? But president, please allow me to make the pleasantries"

"W-whaat?? Ahahaha ohohoiii stoohohop!"

Soon it became an all on out tickle war at Sengoku's House. Needless to say, Hori somehow did receive the video of Miyamura tickle-confessing.

Flustered at first, she was somehow motivated to use similar means to get him to say that. Her dark aura activated that sent a certain chill down Miyamura's spine as they were getting ready to sleep later that night.

"What's wrong Miyamura?" Sengoku asked first.

He shivered now, clutching his shoulders together at the cold blizzard he felt now, "For some reason, I felt a murderous chill from someone..."

"Best you be on guard from now on" Ishikawa stated with a grim smile... already putting his bets on Hori.

#horimiya #izumi miyamura #lee!izumi #ishikawa tooru #sengoku kakeru #iura shuu #tickle fic #cute #boys be boys #ler!Ishikawa #ler!iura #lee!iura #lee!sengoku #ler!sengoku #ler!miyamura #lee!miyamura

[glaucoitup]

Desculpas Lixosas Usadas Para Términos de Relacionamentos

Eu não fazia a MENOR IDEIA do que escrever pra essa semana, gente, vocês não imaginam a aflição que eu estava! E foi de repente que um assunto surgiu na minha cabeça: desculpas esfarrapadas que as pessoas usam pra terminar um relacionamento (ou dois, ou três, afinal, está tudo tão moderno hoje em dia...). Mas eu não queria falar única e exclusivamente de mim, eu queria algo diferente. Foi então que eu dei um grito de ajuda pros meus amigos do Twitter e do Facebook (melhores pessoas), e o texto de hoje saiu (aeeeeeee). Então, vamos começar a Análise das Desculpas Lixosas Usadas Para Términos de Relacionamentos.

Prontos? Lá vou eu!

Ok, eu começo, eu começo! A desculpa lixosa que eu ouvi recentemente (por telefone) foi:

Não fui feito pra relacionamentos, eu não consigo. Não estou pronto pra isso, me desculpe."

Menos de duas semanas depois, o coleguinha tava onde? Sim, no Tinder

. Poxa, amigo, assim não tem como te defender, hein?? Quem não quer relacionamento sério, vai pro Grindr, Scruff, Hornet... Se bem que... É, Tinder também tá valendo... Uma droga, então,  tomei bem grande. Parece que hoje em dia, a frase "Estou querendo algo sério" é o novo "Eu só quero te comer."

Meu migo lindo do Twitter, o @silviorogerio, disse que ouviu essa:

"Somos melhores como amigos que como casal". 

Ué... Não entendi... AH VÁ, NÉ? Essa é de uma cretinagem tremenda!

"Ah, vamos ficar só amigos, desconsidere os pegas que a gente deu, as mensagens bonitinhas, aquele romance todo, e vamos focar na amizade".

Me poupe, viu? Já que é melhor como amigos, então fica assim, não inventa de querer algo mais, não coloca lenha na fogueira não, porque ouvir isso irrita mais que o próprio término, viu?

O Artur, no Facebook, disse que ouviu aquela clássica, aquela clichê do clichê do clichê... do clichê!

"Não é você, sou eu...".

Sério? Mesmo? Eu tô ouvindo isso mesmo?

NOOOOOSSA, essa é a PIOR de todas as lixosas, de verdade! Como assim? O que significa isso (inclusive foi a pergunta do próprio Artur)? O que dá na cabeça da pessoa pra se envolver num relacionamento, fazer promessas, criar expectativas, pra depois virar e "Não é você, sou eu" . EU, HEIN! Tô falando que esse povo faz de besta pra viver...

Agora, tem uma arroba (é assim que os usuários do Twitter se chamam entre eles, caso você não saiba <3) que não quis ser identificada, e que ouviu a seguinte desculpa lixosa:

"Você precisa de alguém que esteja no mesmo nível que você! Eu estou muito abaixo!"

Teria sido menos pior se o término não tivesse sido via SMS.

Tiro no cu do padre, heim! Terminar por telefone é horrível, por Whatsapp,  então, nem se fala, agora, por SMS?! Até eu senti aqui quando li essa!

Meu amiguinho Teresinense, cuja arroba eu não posso mencionar (tipo aquele cara do Harry Potter, sabem?), disse que a desculpa lixosa que ele ouviu foi:

"Você é a pessoa certa, mas na hora errada.".

Jura? Esse é um tipo de "Não é você, sou eu" gourmetizado, né? Mudaram as palavras, mas o contexto é exatamente o mesmo. Vou te contar, heim... Minha amiga Iura, juntamente com uma arroba que também pediu anonimato, ouviram desculpas lixosas um pouco... parecidas. Enquanto ela ouviu 

"Ainda não estou preparado pra isso", meu amigo tuiteiro ouviu "Descobri que quero ser solteiro.".

 Então, por que raios e caralhos resolveu entrar num relacionamento? É praticamente o mesmo caso do Silvio, que eu citei antes. Se não tá pronto, não entra num relacionamento pra descobrir que não tá pronto, não faz isso com as pessoas não, é feio, é chato, e mais, é bastante irritante, porque rolam aquelas músicas compartilhadas no Facebook/Twitter, os posts melosos no Instagram, fotos... Dá uma trabalheira do caramba excluir tudo isso, sério!No Facebook, minha querida amiga, Janaina Alves, ouviu a seguinte desculpa:

"É apenas um hiato, vamos ver o que acontece!"

Meu bem... Isso aqui não é seriado, livro, filme, ou algo do tipo, pra entrar em hiato, ok? Isso aqui é a minha vida, e não tem essa de "dar um tempo", ou fica ou vai, meio termo não dá! Acho uma sacanagem essa coisa de "dar um tempo", porque na maioria das vezes a gente sabe o que acontece, né?

Minha amiga querida do Twitter, Débora, também conhecida como @yfeelings, disse que ouviu a seguinte desculpa esfarrapada:

"Enquanto eu tento entender os meus sentimentos, eu não quero ficar com você e te fazer sofrer, te magoar."

Então sai! Sai daqui, peste dos infernos! EU, HEIN! Como assim? O cara vem, faz, acontece, aí ele sai, larga a pessoa na mão, e ainda quer parecer bonzinho? "Oh, nossa, eu sou muito bom, tentando evitar o seu sofrimento.". Vaza daqui! O lindo do Danilo, que no Twitter é conhecido como @bebialuatoda, levou um combo! Começou com "Te traí com fulano", e depois veio o "Adoro sua companhia, mas não tô pronto pra namorar agora."  

Tu tá de onda, né? Nem precisava dizer que não tá pronto pra namorar, a gente já entendeu na parte da traição. Caramba, o que o povo não diz pra tentar sair bem de uma cagada, não é mesmo???

Meu amiguinho @degls ouviu essa aqui, ó:

"Somos incompatíveis."

Aham... Ok, vou fingir que acredito, porque agressão dá cadeia, e eu sou bonito demais pra ir preso, tá? Ainda mais por alguém que solta uma dessas pra voltar a ser solteiro!

A minha amiga tuiteira que ama o universo Marvel, foi obrigada a ouvir essa:

"Eu sou muito moleque pra você."

Qual é, parceiro? Vai ficar jogando a idade na roda, agora? Fala sério, nada a ver ficar chamando os outros de velho, expôr desse jeito... Agora vaza daqui, vai assistir Ben10, vai.

Outra arroba que não quis ser identificada, disse que recebeu essa via Whatsapp:

      "Não dá, você beija mal".

O QUE?! Calúnia! Todo mundo fala que eu beijo bem pra caramba!! Gente, que merda, heim?! Dissesse qualquer coisa, que não queria mais, que conheceu outra pessoa, que vai virar padre, enfim, qualquer coisa... Precisava disso?Típico machão, que gosta de humilhar os outros...

Agora, dentre todas as desculpas lixosas que me mandaram (sério, vocês foram foda!),  teve uma que eu gritei, literalmente, bati na mesa, esperneei, fiquei sem ar de tanto rir... Enfim, pra mim, a pior, a mais lixosa, aquela que eu NUNCA pensei que fosse ler, foi a que a minha amiga Pollyana me mandou:

"A minha mãe não deixa."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ah não, não é possível! Como assim? Colocar a culpa na mãe? O povo é capaz de tudo pra dispensar alguém, né? Até colocar a culpa na mãe tá valendo, puta que pariu...

Olha, foram muitas desculpas que me mandaram, e infelizmente não dá pra colocar TODAS aqui, mas Levy, Alexandre, Aline Vitorino, nosso chefe Leandro, Taíza, e minha prima Tereza citaram a mesma coisa:

"Não é você, sou eu, eu não te mereço."

Meu amigo @S4moO ouviu que:

"Isso tá ficando sério, e eu não quero nada sério."

; a Iura ouviu também que:

"Eu te amo, mas amo outra também"

; a Maíra ouviu que:

"Eu preciso de tempo pra estudar, e namorar me toma esse tempo."

; o Diego ouviu que:

"Eu quero tempo pra melhorar."

; a Josiele tem várias desculpas esfarrapadas no histórico...; o Pedro Diego Rocha ouviu:

"Estou cansado das safadezas dos meus exs"

Como se ele tivesse culpa alguma disso...; pediram um tempo pra Elaine...

É foda, né? As pessoas desapontam porque usam sempre as mesmas desculpas. Não tem jeito, estamos presos àquela máxima: "Quem quer, arruma um jeito, quem não quer, arruma uma desculpa".

Às vezes, são desculpas tão estúpidas quanto as citadas aqui, e não duvido que existam desculpas piores, desculpas ainda mais lixosas que essas. Quando somos pessoas plenas, que se bastam, ouvir coisas desse tipo é, literalmente, um tiro nos olhos.

O que a gente faz? Segue em frente, ué! É o que tem pra fazer, é a única solução, porque é ruim que eu insisto em alguém que teve a coragem, a desfaçatez (como diz minha mãe) de me jogar uma conversa fiada dessas, viu? Tá amarrado!

Agora, pra quem encontrou alguém pra juntar as escovas de dentes e moedas de cinco centavos escondidas nos bolsos das calças, meus parabéns, toda a sorte do mundo! Me convidem pro casamento, adoro bolo (e eu canto em casamentos também)!

Pra nós, que seguimos topando com essas toupeiras que não sabem o que querem e ficam tomando o nosso tempo, força na peruca, porque o caminho até encontrar alguém que valha a pena pode até ser longo, tortuoso, um porre... Mas saber que a gente não tá sozinho dá um alívio tão grande...