Sigh I Need A 2nd Movie Now

I think Caleb is the type of guy who likes being trapped between your thighs, especially if you crush him.

Also today i wake up and the mini comic from yesterday just became viral lol

Caleb 'the Prankster' Pt 1/?

Who is unable to keep their hands still for 2 seconds.

I MADE A WINKING VERSION

I’m never drawing a motorcycle again

“Nine months,” Caleb murmured, staring at the tiny baby in his arms. His baby. Their baby. His eyes were shining with awe—but his voice carried a hint of betrayal. “Nine months inside your mom’s womb… only to come out looking exactly like me.”

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your lips curling up into a soft smile. Your attention remained fixed on the minimally interesting documentary playing on the TV. “Good job, baby.”

“Good job?” He continued to pace in circles while cradling the baby. Caleb ran a finger along his son’s cheek, gently poking it, amazed by how soft and chubby it was. “It’s not that I don’t like him—he’s cute, and I love him. But I wanted a mini-you running around the house, giving me headaches. Instead, I replicated myself.”

“Yeah, sometimes genetics do that.” You replied, starting to feel a little sorry for your husband. “Besides, he hasn’t even turned one month old yet, maybe he’ll pick up my personality or some other trait of mine?”

Caleb sat down next to you, careful not to disturb the pillows surrounding you. “You think?” He spoke a little too loudly, then flinched as he felt the baby stir, waking up. Slowly, his tiny eyelids fluttered open, granting his dad a glimpse of his purple irises.

There was a long silence between you, the only sound being the narrator’s voice echoing through the room.

You took a deep breath, trying to suppress a laugh. Caleb held one of the baby’s tiny hands, attempting to entertain him. “Your genes didn’t even try…”

That moment when your vampire sibling from another universe is actually epic

I think Caleb would be a bit overstimulated after making out for the first time with mc (lil comic that i made from that tiktok trend c:)

The Kiss

my sibling will kick your ass!

synopsis: in which shinichiro challenged keisuke’s sibling to a fight, not knowing that keisuke’s sibling was a pretty girl.

warnings: f!reader, baji!reader, semi-crack, shinichiro does not have game, fluff, comedy, baji is referred to as keisuke to prevent confusion.

wc: 2.2k

note/s: special thank you to @rizsu for beta-reading this i lob u kiss kiss!

“keisuke, what the hell happened to you?” you demand once you see your younger brother beaten and bruised. 

“‘s nothing, nee-san! don’t worry too much.” he waves it off as he runs off to his room, shutting the door immediately. 

you clicked your tongue, knowing that baji wouldn’t answer you yet again. this wasn’t the first time that your brother had come home with blood and bruises on his body, and frankly, you were sick of it. 

“you know… you really shouldn’t be worried too much about keisuke,” you hear your mom interrupt your thoughts as you feel her hand on your shoulder. “maybe this is his way of making friends.” 

“really, mom? being beaten up is his way of making friends?” you hear the door of keisuke’s room open and angry stomps coming closer to the two of you. 

“i was not beaten up! i beat them up.” “and you’re proud of yourself for that?!” if keisuke’s cheeks weren’t bloody from his fight, it would probably be because of your fingers due to how much you wanted to pinch it out of frustration. 

“relax, nee-san! i keep winning anyway.” keisuke said with a smug smile on his face. you pinched the middle of your brows, right elbow on top of your left wrist that crossed on your chest. 

“i’m getting real tired of this, keisuke. this is the second time this week.” “but nee-san, last week it was only three times so—” “that’s not the point, keisuke!“ your brother shut his mouth once he realizes that you were not playing around anymore. 

“from now on, i don’t want you coming home with any kind of bruises or cuts on your body, am i clear?” 

“nee-san–” “am i clear, keisuke?” “...yes, nee-san.” 

you clicked your tongue before placing a hand on his head. “keisuke, you can still have fun without having to resort to violence, you know this, right?” “yeah, sorry, nee-san. it won’t happen again.” you gave his head a pat before he went inside his room. 

your mom looked at you with an amused smile, which you chose to ignore. 

you’ll give keisuke the benefit of the doubt, besides, if keisuke said it won’t happen again, then it won’t happen again. 

“i can’t believe you let it happen again!” you say as you scolded your younger brother who looked anywhere but your eyes, embarrassment filled in his hazel eyes.

“nee-san–” “no, keisuke, you promised! and what did i hear about you joining a gang, are you out of your mind?!” 

“nee-san, it’s fine! we’ll be the best gang there is!” “keisuke, that is not the point! and what do you even know about running gangs?” 

“mikey’s older brother knows how! he taught us what to do and how to beat people up.” keisuke said proudly, unaware of the vein threatening to pop off your forehead. 

“and how old is this older brother you speak of?” keisuke shrugs. “‘dunno. probably 35? 45? never bothered to ask but he owns a bike shop.” 

“let me get this straight.” you say, brows pinched by your fingers, as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. 

“a grown, forty-five year old man, is teaching you how to run a gang? and you don’t see anything wrong with that?” keisuke dumbly shakes his head and you sighed. 

“let me talk to him.” “huh?!” “i said, let me talk to him. i’m not letting you join a fucking gang, keisuke.” 

“but nee-san–” “no. tell your friend’s older brother that i’m going to have a talk with him and i don’t fucking care if he brings his gang around.” you say, in a voice leaving no room for argument. keisuke said nothing, nodding his head, not knowing how tomorrow would end. 

“ah?” shinichiro’s eyebrow rose, a cigarette dangling from his lithe fingers as he puffed out the smoke he inhaled. 

“is that so?” “yeah, my sibling will kick your ass!” keisuke bragged, as he stood in front of shinichiro, the rest of toman surrounding them as shinichiro adjusted a few screws on the motorbike he was working on. 

“tell your sibling to bring his gang or whatever, tomorrow. three pm, i won’t back down from that provocation.” shinichiro replied and keisuke nodded. 

once confirmed, the rest of toman dispersed, leaving shinichiro in his shop alone, as they talked amongst themselves about what would happen tomorrow. 

“ne, baji.” kazutora elbows him. “ah?” the ravenette replies, the rest of toman in their own little world. 

“i didn’t know you had another sibling.” kazutora says, noting that he never saw someone else aside from you and your mom aside from baji whenever he slept over. 

“eh? i thought you and (y/n)-nee were close?”

“wait, so it’s (y/n)-nee-san?” keisuke nodded, confused. “who else would it be?”

“baji, you idiot! you set (y/n)-nee up!” kazutora wanted to punch his friend in the face when he continued to look confused. 

“ah, whatever. surely, shinichiro wouldn’t lay a hand on a girl.” kazutora mumbles. 

baji continued to not get what kazutora was referring to. the ravenette could only sigh, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t have to resort to violence because he’s seen what shinichiro can do and he’s not so sure if you could handle it. 

”nee-san, i think you should back out.” “i can handle it, keisuke. my mind is not going to change.” 

you say as you push open the door to your house. keisuke feels conflicted; maybe he shouldn’t have overestimated you to shinichiro because the aforementioned is the leader of their gang, and as much as you annoy him, he’d never want to see you hurt. 

you pushed the glass doors of the shop opened, triggering the bell above the door as you stood by the bikes. with eyes glaring forward, you wait for the gangster to emerge out of the backrooms. 

“we’re closed.” a male voice calls out and you say nothing, walking up to the register and pressing on the bell that was on the desk. 

“i said, we’re closed!” the voice repeats, the tone turning a bit more hostile but you weren’t going to budge as you pressed on it once more. 

on the other side, shinichiro grits his teeth at the shrill sound of the bell, finding it annoying as he stands up. 

“you think that’s keisuke’s brother?” wakasa asks as he tinkers with his bike, shinichiro shrugs. 

“‘dunno, but that goddamn bell is annoying, i’m gonna go check it out.” shinichiro waves at his comrades before he leaves the curtain separating the backrooms and the desk. 

“can’t you fucking hear? i said we’re clo–” he stops once he sees you looking at him with a raised brow, looking very uninterested. 

the ravenette stops in his tracks because holy shit you were cute, and looked like a baddie too. he recognizes you as his neighbor that he’s seen only twice. you looked familiar, he couldn’t quite point it out.

“can i help you?” shinichiro asked, placing his hands behind his back as he gives a customer-service smile. 

you remain looking uninterested. “get your boss for me.” shinichiro blinks. 

“what?” you roll your eyes in response. “i said, get your boss for me.” shinichiro remains confused, he wants to further ask questions but he is met with you mumbling under your breath. 

“i…” shinichiro says calmly. “i am the boss, uh… this is my shop.” he gestures to the place and you stop your mumbles. 

you blinked confusedly, before your eyes narrowed once more. 

“very funny, pretty boy. tell your boss to stop fucking hiding and face me, i don’t give a shit if his gang would be waiting outside for me.” you declare, and shinichiro would’ve caught on to the fact that you were keisuke’s older sibling— he should’ve. 

with all the signs pointing towards a huge banner that said “i’m keisuke’s sibling!” he disregards every hint he was presented with because holy shit you called him pretty. 

you cleared your throat once you noticed him staring, not making a move before reiterating your previous question. 

“just get me your gang leader or whatever, i want to get this over with.” 

“listen, pretty, like i’ve told you the first time, i’m—” “nee-san!” his words were interrupted when the glass door opened and your younger brother barged in with his friends. 

“please don’t do this, i don’t want you to get hurt!” keisuke says, panting, as if he ran to get here on time. 

“kei, i told you, i’d be fine. and nothing’s happening, their boss is a fucking coward who can’t face me.” you said, pissed off at having your time wasted. 

“uh… nee-san?” you hummed in response. “you’re… already talking to him.” 

with a gasp, you turned back to the ravenette and slapped him across the face, catching him, and the other boys in the shop, off guard. 

“oh shit.” you hear someone, you think his name was draken whisper to mikey, who let out a laugh at what he just witnessed. 

“what the fuck is wrong with you?” you yell to the ravenette who clasped his slapped cheek, head still tilted to the side. 

now shinichiro remembers, you were baji keisuke’s older sister, the cute neighbor he thought that he had imagined because he rarely saw you.

he turns to you with a menacing look in his eye. “the fuck? what’s wrong with you? why would you slap me?”

“boys, leave.” you turn towards the teens who were watching the scene. “but–” mikey tries to interject but shuts up when he sees your stern expression. “i said, leave.” 

“yes, nee-san!” 

you turn to shinichiro once the coast was clear. 

“why the hell are you letting thirteen year olds make a gang and teaching them how to beat people up?” before shinichiro could even respond, you continued. 

“a forty year old grown man like you shouldn’t instigate children's antics, creep!” 

“forty?! where the hell did you even get that information?” now you are confused, “that’s what keisuke said.”

the both of you didn’t know where this conversation was going, and shinichiro still couldn’t help but not be 100% focused on the topic because to him, you looked so hot when you were angry. 

he clears his throat. “no, i’m not fucking forty, clearly i don’t look forty.” he scoffs. “i’m twenty-five.” that makes a lot more sense. 

“and to answer your question, tell your brother to stop twisting the story because i didn’t tell them how to run a gang. i taught them self-defense, which is leagues away from beating people up.” shinichiro answers. 

shinichiro sighs, “clearly, there’s been some kind of altercation to his story because from what your brother told me, you’d beat me up.” 

you sighed, everything seems to be adding up now, you wanted to smack keisuke upside the head for stirring the story for the sake of conflict. 

“no. i said i’d give you a piece of my mind.” “how ‘bout giving me your number instead?” 

“what?” “what?” 

you looked at him, with an expression as if asking him if he were serious. 

“out of all times, you chose now to flirt with me?” shinichiro tries to play dumb. “why are you assuming i want to take you out on a date?”

“i never said that.” “shit.” he mumbles, knowing that he blew his chances with a pretty girl and that he probably embarrassed himself. 

he’s about to believe wakasa’s words that he had no rizz and take a walk of shame back to the back rooms where his friends were waiting for him. 

speaking of which, they didn’t even come out or take a peek even once to check up on him. 

his thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. 

“what did you say your name was again, sano-kun?” “...shinichiro.” 

“give me your phone, shinichiro.” he wasted no time in handing you his phone, you bit back a laugh, but you can see that the scary gang leader that keisuke was talking about was severely overhyped and that you got mad over nothing. 

you sighed as you typed the final numbers of your contact in his phone and clutched it to your chest before looking him right in the eye. 

“you better take care of keisuke for me.” you say before handing him his phone. shinichiro nods. 

“i’ll treat him like i treat mikey, you don’t need to worry about a thing.” “...somehow that makes me worry even more.” the both of you laugh before you nod back to him in parting. 

“alright, i feel somewhat assured. i’ll get going now.” you dipped your head slightly. “wait!” shinichiro stops you from turning around. 

“let me walk you home.” 

“don’t you have to close up shop?” before shinichiro can respond, you see two men emerging from the backroom and clasping the ravenette on his shoulder. 

“benkei and i’ll take care of it.” wakasa said, pushing shinichiro towards your direction. “make sure your future girlfriend gets home safe.” 

your faces warmed at the teasing but neither of you said anything as you walked away, finding easy conversations on the way home. 

meanwhile, your younger brothers were rejoicing over the fact that they’ll soon be brother-in-laws and the rest of toman just want them to shut up because that’s all they’ve been talking about since you told them to go outside. 

aw yeah bluey time